Best Proud Parents Poems
Jack and Jill went up the hill
With thoughts of making love
Jack hadn’t got a condom
So cut a finger off Jill’s glove
The glove was far too small for him
And it didn’t fit his todger
Now they are proud parents
Of a baby they called Rodger!
1st October 2016
Another poem written after being inspired by Ilene Bauer's poem three blind mic
Today is the eighth of August and it’s a very special day
Family and friends are here to celebrate Marion's birthday
She's a loving mother to her children and grandchildren too
Gardening and reading books are what she loves to do.
And there are many celebrities sharing Marion's birth year
Danny Boyle, Ravi Shanker, Tom Hanks, and Carrie Fisher
Andy Garcia ,Sue Barker, Theresa May, and Bryan Cranston
Along with La Toya Jackson, Sebastian Coe, and Mel Gibson.
In that year, some musical events made the headline news
Elvis sang “Heartbreak Hotel”, Guy Mitchell "Singing The Blues"
“Roll Over Beethoven” was a hit for the legendary Chuck Berry
Little Richard came on the scene with his hit “Long Tall Sally”.
Johnny Cash’s “I walk The Line”, "Que Sera Sera" by Doris Day
It was the start of the Rock 'n' Roll era that was here to stay
Other news was Prince Rainer 111 married actress Grace Kelly
It was the first ever royal wedding that was broadcast on telly.
Lugano in Switzerland held the first Eurovision song contest
Swiss singer lys Assiaslloll "Refrain" won, it was voted the best
The clean air act was introduced to combat industrial smog
No more walking about getting lost in that thick 'pea super' fog.
A polio epidemic erupted in Ireland and Cork was badly affected
Up and down the country it raged young and old were infected.
The first ever working video recorder was introduced by Amplex
It had a state- of- the -art recording system called Quadruplex.
Queen Elizabeth 11 opened Calder Hall at Sellafield in Cumbria
The first commercial power station that was powered by nuclear
General Electric introduced the world's first "Snooze Alarm" clock
An extra ten minutes in bed diminished the 'rise and shine' shock
But the eighth of August was one of the most notable events
Teresa and Luke welcomed Marion and became proud parents
Years later Bernadette and Luke were born adding to the family
Now they're all proud parents themselves and living life happily.
Happy occasions become fond memories and with you they stay
You'll reflect on them often and like a movie in your mind play
Celebrating with your family and friends makes it a perfect day
So, enjoy and make some memories on Marion's special birthday.
Happy mother and child
Heaven angel is born
He has so shiny eyes
Hands and feet tiny ones
Heat fluffy blankets wrapped
Hopeful and proud parents
Homes joy is penned today
22.03.2017
- Sun :)- A-L Andresen :)
www.howmanysyllables.com
Pleiades - H ; 7 lines
31 words
42 syllables
A dashing, young field mouse
Once married a shrew,
And they set up housekeeping
In an old tennis shoe.
When their babies were born--
Not shrews and not mice--
They were the proud parents
Of a shoe full of shrice.
Summer love, a man, a woman, conception, a new born
Ring the bells, amplify megaphones, bugle the cow horn
The ceremony begins, baptism, cries, holy water
From two one, family, father, mother, son or daughter
A priests blessings, proud grandparents, proud parents, birth anew
Hospital papers, a birth certificate, much to do
Tears from parents, tears from baby, tears from all, tears of joy
Breast fed, nipples, milking mothers, changing diapers, oh boy
A songbird sings, rock-a-bye-baby, lullaby's at large
Aunts, uncles, nieces, nephews, sitters take charge
A pacifier, a cradle, corners of stuffed toys
Hanging crib toys, singing toys, jingling bells, rattling noise
A new generation, of life, all this, in summer love
A woman, man, baby, a family, from god above
CHARLIE'S CARTOON CHARACTERS
Once upon a time, long, long ago, in a far away land, in the land where Charlie lived, there was a group of cartoon characters who felt as though they were the greatest thing to come along since sliced bread was put on the market. They were truly a curious bunch of characters who could be seen on any given day careening down the thoroughfare on their coveted tricycles causing people to scatter for fear of being crushed by these cavorting crazies who carelessly chose to clutter up the sidewalkway and the crosswalk while practically choking with laughter.
From the other side of town, there came a handsome, muscled up soon to be champion of the people because he had come to clean up this careening group of cartoon characters and put Charlie in his place. This champion's name was Clint, as in Eastwood, but even more impressive. He came into town on his cherished red, white, and blue skateboard. Clint was on a crusade. Yes, he was certainly charismatic and rather charming with his crooked little curved lip smile and the cheroot cigar clamped tightly between his crystalline teeth. Well, his very appearance was enough to convince Charlie and his gang of cohorts to seek a change of scenery and move to an entirely different city. Clint never even had to get off of his skateboard except to convince a certain little campus cutie that he was to become her cherished companion and settle down in a clean little cabin on the corner of Clint Avenue and Colleen Boulevard. Yes, that is what the town folks named that location. Oh, by the way, I forgot to mention that the little campus cutie was named Colleen. She and Clint are the proud parents of Curtis, Catherine, Constance, and two classy little girls named Jan and Andrea. They all live happily in Cunningham, Colorado. Cunningham is a little place named after a poet, Tom Cunningham. Tom and another noted poet named Bob Hinshaw help Clint maintain law and order as they sit around thinking up stuff to write for folks to read when they don't have anything better to do.
13 November 2018
For the contest sponsored by Caren Krutsinger
Our Tall Duckling (original title)
Our daughter, always through her childhood,
at least a head above any other girl in her class,
stands somewhere offstage now
with long lashes darkened by mascara
and with lips and cheeks painted pink.
She waits with other nervous pre-teens in her group
where I left them - acting silly and softly giggling
as many twelve-year-old girls grouped together are wont to do.
Adorable kindergarten-age girls are now on the stage,
tap-dancing out of sync to the tune of “Stray Cat Strut.”
As their music fades, they prance away, stage-left.
Our Angela, strikingly tall in her white sparkling tutu
and angelic as her name implies, sets foot on the stage
as if leading the flock of other lovely daughters
of other proud parents.
We collectively hold our breath - cameras ready -
as all the young girls converge in the center of the stage,
on ballerina tip-toes and with graceful, fluttering arms,
suddenly swans!
April 12, 2019 Inspired by Maureen McGreavy's Suddenly Swans Contest
Recital / free verse / Pride
Expectation rushes in
As her silent walk begins
All eyes staring
Watching for a hint of emotion
But none revealed
As she takes her place among the muses
No one breathes as her studious eyes
Examine the two-dimensional codes
Then silence breaks
As both hands spring into fantastical dance
On an ever changing ivory and ebony stage
Mellifluous tones, conspicuously full and rich,
Transport all on an uplifting emotional journey
Ears, minds, hearts and lungs
Feasting on delicious pabulum of spirit
Soon tortuous movements diminish
The fantastical dance declines
With final notes
Striking harmonious chords
Deep into our psyche
Our ethereal journey ends
And we gently land where we began
She pauses, then rises
To a cacophony of applause
All eyes staring
Watching for a hint of emotion as she exits
But none revealed
Save a quick glance & brief smile
Acknowledging her proud parent's pounding hearts
Misting eyes and beaming faces
Recital / tanka / Pride
smooth operator
flawless rhapsody in blue
climax conclusion
cacophony of applause
with proud parents’ pounding hearts
I reckon the empty nest syndrome hits all at one time or another,
When youngsters flee the nest leaving dear old Dad and Mother!
This morning on the patio I witnessed this situation at its best,
When two baby wrens took flight and left their parent's cozy nest!
Mr. and Mrs. Wren set up housekeeping in a birdhouse I had made.
They soon became the proud parents of a couple of eggs she laid!
I watched them flit to and fro as they filled the ever-empty maws,
Of their little darlings from grub carried in their over-flowing craws!
Once the kids had spread their wings to experience the thrill of flight,
Mother Wren would sit on the birdhouse porch to contemplate her plight!
She'd plaintively chirp as if to say, "You ingrates left sans saying goodbye!
You've left me and your Pa in this lonely nest to mope about and cry!"
It wasn't long until Mr. Wren was in a romantic mood with his spouse.
When he tried to nuzzle up to Mrs. Wren, she'd scurry inside the house,
As if to say, "No way, buster! I've had it! Cool it until next spring!
Perhaps when the cherry blossoms bloom again we'll have another fling!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
To the proud parents, Anna and Theo
A serious lad, silent and thorough
A clan of preachers
And dealers of art
From the southern Netherlands came Van Gogh
When sent to school, he did not want to go
The separation led to much sorrow
But he learned to draw
Whatever he saw
Sent off to sell art in Paris, Van Gogh
His happiest time, and now in love, oh
Till the landlady’s daughter told him no
Now a broken heart
Surly to sell art
Fired from his job in Paris, Van Gogh
Vincent sought out a coal miners’ burrow
A priest of sorts, but a squalid fellow
The church was appalled
And cursed his resolve
To the asylum for crazy Van Gogh?
His father baffled, on the verge of foe
Art interest, once again, began to grow
Back to school again
This time, in His name
To paint in the service of God, Van Gogh
School’s out, back to his parents he would go
Using neighbors as subjects to ditto
Proposed to his cousin
Which she found disgustin’
Burning his hand to see her, holy Van Gogh!?!
Now off to The Hague, a family furlough
To live with Sien, a boozing bimbo
A man to see ya…
Caught gonorrhea
Three weeks in the hospital for Van Gogh
The pain of loneliness drove him back home
Once again, a failed love with fair Margot
Then Vincent’s father died
He grieved deeply inside
The tragedy further refined Van Gogh
Finally, Vincent’s work was in the know
“The Potato Eaters” made an art show
Just add more color
Said his dear brother
Rubens brightened the dark gloom of Van Gogh
Vincent’s diet: coffee and tobacco
Mixed with absinthe began to take its toll
Though he kept on painting
Then Paris, more training
The end was getting closer for Van Gogh
The masters: Monet, Degas, Pissarro
Cezanne, and Seurat in his studio
Influenced his style
Learning all the while
That time was running out for Mr. Van Gogh
Then he moved to Arles, bad health in tow
Completing great works the whole world would know
“Sunflowers” (in vase)
“The Café Terrace”
Minus one ear, the frail, ailing Van Gogh
With his tattered mind, and mournful woe
Committed to the asylum, Mausole
With his final works
“The Church at Auvers”
“Starry Night” was painted in pain, Van Gogh
“At Eternity’s Gate”, he was sorrow
Wandered into a field, farmer’s fallow
Put a bullet in his chest
In hopes of peaceful rest
“The sadness will last forever”, Van Gogh
I cuddled my baby until he took his first few steps
And began to exercise his new freedom of choice,
I heard him babble words like “ma ma” and “da da”
Years before he developed a man’s voice.
I lengthened the cord when he desired to run free
And monitored his activities and friendships, too
I trusted wisdom and instruction to guide him
Even in situations that were brand new.
I cheered when he participated in sporting events,
Both at practice and games, I did what proud parents do.
I encouraged him through disappointment and losses
And his joyful response was, “Mom, I love you.”
I listened to the things he said no matter where or what
And embraced him when he was sick or sad
I shared my life stories to motivate and inspire
But when I let go of the reins, he was so glad I got mad.
I cried at his high school graduation
And waved farewell when he joined the military.
I beamed when he clicked his heels and saluted.
What a handsome man in uniform he turned out to be.
I sent care packages from time to time
Just to ensure that he was eating right.
I asked my Lord to protect my child,
Each day when I prayed—and each night.
I stockpiled memories before he went away
And rejoiced at hearing news of the battles they won.
I pacified all my concerns with hope
And longed for his work on the battlefield to be done.
I know that a child is a precious gift from God,
And I did my best with the son placed in my care,
God gave him to me, and let war take him away….
He’s still my son, and there’s much more I could share.
patented genuine leather gloves
captivating our boyhood heroes
those same gloves flailing about
towards fly's we were supposed to catch
a glowing white ball with red thread
that begged to be rocketed into orbit
we dreamed of such heroics
pleaded to the God's for the power
most times we flailed there too
it was a tiny aspirin
that evaded mammoth sticks
eagle-eyed trembling lads tried and tried
at least three consecutive times
before retreating with lowered heads
and yet we swore we'd return
with vengeance upon our hearts
there were parents, encouraging
some hopelessly, others with zest
each and every ball pitched
held a lifetime of recollection to come
hopes that immortality would strike
inhale, swing....exhale, next
one by one we took our turn
learning life, the struggles, the joys
suckling each moment with precious breath
tomorrow didn't matter, this was the day
contact, wood upon a now scuffed ball
foulball the ump screamed!
a delightful sound
for it meant success
no matter how miniscule
clapping, smiles broad as the horizon
shoulder slaps, that a boy!
proud parents boasted
picnics were planned
even the diamond itself sparkled
it lived for moments such as these
ah the stories held within those fences
Part 2
thirty five years have gone by
our "field of dreams" now a grave site
ironic that coach Lou resides at homeplate
his stone reads "We lent him boys,
He returned young men"
a great tribute to his dedication
and love for the game
the grave yard littered with former players
however the mound lies bare
no hill, nor stone
only my own precious memories
one day, I shall play again.............
THE CIRCLE OF LIFE
By
Robert Welch
March 15, 2015
A baby cries out, a new life is born.
Proud parents see him and know the future.
Oh, how much this child has yet to learn.
He grows, reaching for new horizons, seeing things so new.
And life goes on.
Years pass, as he becomes an adult.
So many memories since an infant.
Good times and bad, happiness and sorrow.
People come and go in the passage of his life.
And life goes on.
Now children of this adult are born, to carry on.
To replace those who have grown.
Starting their own lives, as one has before.
Marching in time to their own visions.
And life goes on.
Having become a senior citizen, he has evolved
From a tiny bundle of joy,
To a seasoned elder, seeing life and death
Of family and friends, knowing his time is near.
And life goes on.
Such is the circle of life.
Aerial combat planes
Tactical flight path;
Fluffy cotton clouds
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NatGeo Wild on TV
Forces of nature;
Survival instincts
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Cute little girl
Ballerina dress;
Pirouette smile
~~~~~~~~~
Proud parents
Juggling little one;
Child chuckles
~~~~~~~~~
Touching moment
Two old friends laugh;
Years bridged
~~~~~~~~~
Breezy whistle
Wind ripples trees;
Skyline forlorn
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Mailbox check
Snail mail galore;
Bills now due
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Gifts from abroad
Coin sets and book;
Vivid memories
~~~~~~~~~
Joy on your face
Lights up the room;
Sexy smile styles
~~~~~~~~~
This Tembusu tree
Newly planted here;
We fondly remember
~~~~~~~~~
Haiku breeze
Caught in the boughs;
Fine experience
~~~~~~~~~
Newspaper report
Greece debt default;
Monetary crisis
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Words and symbols
Meaning frozen stiff;
Elegance retreats
~~~~~~~~~
Meditative passage
Work in progress;
Silence echoes
~~~~~~~~~
Old twisted rubber tree
Hugeness cramps pathway;
Monolith monument
~~~~~~~~~
Exercise helps
Tones old muscles;
Wobbly knees hurt
~~~~~~~~~
Muscle ointment
Soothes ageing pains;
Sixty-year message
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
21 June 2015
Singapore
Black crow surveys
Two sparrows chat;
Food for thought
~~~~~~~~~
Air-con leaking
Messy affair;
Slippery pathway
~~~~~~~~~
Two toddlers laugh
Playground adventure;
Proud parents chit-chat
~~~~~~~~~
April showers
Thundering rain drops;
Wetness blooms
~~~~~~~~~
Moments freeze
Swirling slowly;
Rainy day moods
~~~~~~~~~
By my work desk
Piles of paper books;
Hoarding feels good
~~~~~~~~~
Telephone call
Old friend chuckles;
Brief encounter
~~~~~~~~~
Chocolate ganache cake
Home made delicacy;
Out of this world
~~~~~~~~~
Time and time again
Same old complaint;
Not enough time!
~~~~~~~~~
Kahlua and cakes
Tea time conversations;
Mingling sighs
~~~~~~~~~
Stone bench moments
Old man resting;
Sunny sparkle
~~~~~~~~~
Bamboo leaves
Spiky ornaments;
Oriental scene
~~~~~~~~~
Arithmetic means
Weak economy;
Tighten your belt
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
29 April 2015
Singapore