Best Refreshments Poems
He worked at the local newspaper office.
I worked for his employer’s wife as a mother’s helper.
He had served his apprenticeship
and was now a full fledged printer
earning a magnificent sum of eight dollars a week.
My wages were three dollars per week.
Mrs. Miller found reasons for sending
me to the office frequently
and he was easy to talk to.
It wasn’t long before
he asked me to go to a movie
and I readily agreed.
Movies tickets at our local theatre
were twenty-five cents, usually.
The first movie we went to was called
“The Housekeeper’s Daughter”
starring Joan Bennett.
I don’t remember a thing about the story.
The next week he called again
and this time
the movie he wanted to take me to was
“Gone With The Wind”.
I protested that it was too expensive.
This time he would have to spend
fifty cents each on tickets
and the movie was so long that
there was an intermission
and I knew he would want
to buy refreshments, but
I didn’t take much persuading
and we went all out for that
evening of entertainment.
This time I did remember the story.
From that evening forward ,
he was a daily caller at our home
and my mother did her best
to keep him fed.
Most of our dates were merely
a stroll down town and back
as we had no car.
We heard on the radio that
Major Bowe’s Amateur Hour
was coming to a bigger town
about thirty miles away
and both of us decided we would like to
attend that function.
Money would be a problem
on our wages, so we decided
to save up for it.
One of us bought a dime bank and
we each put any spare dime we could,
into the bank.
It held five dollars.
We managed to have
five dollars worth of dimes
by the time the big day arrived.
Dad lent us his car
and off we went.
I don’t know what the tickets cost
but we had enough to buy them
plus enough to
indulge in an ice-cream soda
at the big town soda fountain.
1940 was the year our story started.
In March of 1941
he left for Detroit, Michigan
where he had heard he could find work
at a decent wage.
He sent a telegram
that he’d found a job
at $50.00 a week.
He had a minister and marriage license.
I had never been away from home before
but I traveled to Detroit and
we were married in July of 1941.
Honorable Mention
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Categories:
refreshments, lovetime, me, time,
Form:
Narrative
On a train going south on business
For what seemed an eternity,
I chanced upon a memorable man
Who changed the path of my destiny
He was itinerant to look at
With tatty coat and shabby shoes,
An unshaven face, his hair unkempt
And string, as a belt on his ‘trews’
He boarded the train, peoples heads dropped
For fear that his gaze they’d meet
He walked down the aisle, disappointed,
As no-one would give up a seat
I offered the seat beside me
He thanked me for making the space
I replied with a sincere ‘you’re welcome’
And a smile warmed his weathered face
He asked me about my journey
And I asked of his in return
I felt in my heart, that by talking to him
There was much about life I could learn
I bought us both refreshments
As he told of his life’s history,
Once in a while I would interject
With a small anecdote about me
Behind the shabby persona,
Was a man of intelligent mind
He’d lived on the edge in finance,
Made his fortune, left it behind
As his bank account grew he’d lost everything
His family, his friends, his wife
He’d found out, too late, and at great cost
That there was so much more to life
‘You have to stop and smell the roses,
Make some time for those you hold dear’
And as he spoke, down his rugged cheek
I saw the track of a small, salty tear
As we reached the end of our journey
He clasped my hand at our time to part,
He thanked me for my company
And told me I had a good heart
When I got to my lonely hotel room,
I called my daughters on the phone
And told them ‘we’ll be together soon
I’m taking some time off when I get home.’
Sometimes it takes a chance meeting
To give your whole life a shake
I felt I had met my ‘Hermes’
And now had decisions to make
When I got home, I made a decision
The missed years with my girls I’d amend,
My life took a different direction
All down to my indigent friend
You can’t judge a man on appearance
But if you look in their eyes you can,
I knew in the instant I gave up the seat
I had met a remarkable man.
Categories:
refreshments, life, peoplelife, me, time,
Form:
Narrative
A personality fertilized by favour to be heaven’s pet
of her creation, on tenderness, maturity and beauty flirt
flexible and elastic but no one’s puppet
a mountaintop of womanhood to make existence wet
her smiles of perfection, sweeping nature off a heavy carpet
eyes of fantasies, drawing all butterflies and bees in a jet
with skin moisturized by virtuous and vitalized oils
to put love and lust to a heated bet
a million hearts looking up her warm welcome to get
to her acceptance, a multitude of minds are ready and set
yet, clean and white is her huge public pamphlet
the reflection of the galaxies are entrapped in her net
to enjoy the refreshments of time, dine with life and eat omelet
as her future stands to no surrender of bullets or dirt
she’s a passerby to my heart but a lasting cutie my mind has met.
Dedicated to Dr. Uche (A colleague of mine)
Categories:
refreshments, beautiful, beauty, feelings, friendship,
Form:
Rhyme
Curl up with a book's deep reflections
Turn off that electronic device
Stay away from artificial refreshments
And follow refreshing advice
Take a dip in a clearwater lake
a nap in the middle of the day
Go for a walk when you feel stale
Learn to meditate, let your mind sail
What have you got to lose?
You don't want to turn to booze
If you light up a marijuana joint
You'll surely have missed the point
You arrived here all new and all fresh
~ Now live life relaxed and refreshed
Categories:
refreshments, creation, happiness, health, life,
Form:
Rhyme
Wasn't written in the scriptures you'd be found
twin bunnies hopping along side with the summer
little Ronny Johnson's sister tagging right along
stolen glances and secret kisses
swinging together on the old tire swing
back before father called you home
That was then before painted memories
hung out on the front porch with lemon tea
refreshments sparkled a quite midnight sky
loving hands held in a most romantic way
warming hearts and projecting missed moments
waiting patiently for my Sunday to come again
Categories:
refreshments, journey, love, memory, missing
Form:
Free verse
When people speak of Frankenstein, they often seem quite shaken
But if that name evokes the beast, they're monstrously mistaken.
For Frankenstein does not portray the nameless weird creation
But rather Shelley's choice for his creator's appellation.
So if this Victor Frankenstein should choose to throw a party
Inviting all his scientific friends and those more arty,
He'd first provide refreshments then recite them all a story
Involving an experiment with life and all things gory.
Concluding with the statement 'To play God just isn't wise
For it is highly likely to occasion one's demise.'
31.08.21
Categories:
refreshments, wisdom,
Form:
Rhyme
Fresh leaves fall gently on the ground
without making a sound
Piano keys softly caress
warmed by sunlight gest
Brushing my senses on this delicate afternoon
she plays on, as time just croons
I notice she has pinned her hair up just so
a touch of mascara
a light scented oil of " Je ne sais quoi "
a touch of blush real or not ?
Refreshments are served Victorian style
alongside persimmon leaves
and tangerine kisses for me
Inside this great big elegant room
of beauty and romance,
I know she is hoping for at least,
...a dance.
Categories:
refreshments, appreciation, love,
Form:
Free verse
Let’s have a party and invite our nemesis, Robin suggested one day.
Let’s have it on Halloween and invite all of them Batman said in a nice way.
So they decided to open the Wayne Mansion to every diabolic creature and pal.
Invitations were distributed to every enemy of the city, and each enemy’s gal.
The refreshments were Alfred-designed in the shape of gargoyles and bats.
Spider web plates of Frankenstein cheese and pumpkin grog made in vats.
A cauldron in the corner had a secret camera that took photos of the guests.
Werewolf, Frankenstein and his bride, and Dracula came dressed in their best.
The hit of the night was the old happy, enthusiastic monster song Monster Mash.
Werewolves went crazy. Frenzied, and ugly, they tore up the cover door cash.
I didn’t need it anyway, Batman said to Robin, so settle down. Okay?
It was the best party Gotham City had ever had, back in the day.
Categories:
refreshments, 4th grade, 5th grade,
Form:
Rhyme
Fred Seegmiller
1871 - 1907
You never met a man who loved my town.
As I much as I did.
Coming here in ’90 by the train.
It nearly killed me, but I stayed on my knees.
I prayed and prayed I would not go mad.
For 15 years I played the organ.
In the magnificent church on Bailey Street.
I played the passions of Bach and the soothings of Handal.
And I served refreshments in the churchyard.
One night in Mid March
After services had concluded,
Rebecca walked into my life.
She coyly received my flirtatious wink
And a family of five was the magical result.
For twelve years I moved lumber by horse and reigns,
And drove the wagonload to the flowering homesteads.
I worked hard, prayed to God
And never forgot to kiss my wife goodbye.
I lived on the end of Olive Street.
Hidden by tall Elms,
Inside my house with the white shutters,
I brought two of my brood into this world
And I watched one leave it in the winter of ’99.
It was in that same room,
The one in the back by the myrtle tree,
That I too tasted death.
I had the cancer
And it was eating me like a cannibal unconverted.
And now I am dead and buried in Clark Cemetery.
And my living soul longs to spend just one more minute.
Just one more minute
As a dying man.
My soul is not dead.
My soul is not sad.
Let me sleep now.
Categories:
refreshments, death, me, cancer,
Form:
Epitaph
A PEACEFUL ARMY
Special soldiers went to war
Some being not so young.
Enlisted to do their duty,
But would never fire a gun.
They wore a different uniform,
Which displayed a red shield.
This was the Salvation Army
On the lines of each battlefield.
They were a different army,
And often would work alone.
A band of Christian soldiers
In a war they didn't condone.
Wherever war was taking place,
The Salvo's were always there.
Red Shield huts would appear,
With ?hop in' signs of care.
They had mobile canteens
To supply soldiers in need,
With water, tea and bickies,
Welcome refreshments indeed.
In Melbourne they celebrated,
In the year two thousand and one,
A hundred years of cuppas,
Thankful for a work well done.
The Red Shield's still in action,
Helps returned soldiers to adjust.
Continues in social welfare,
A peaceful army all can trust.
Copyright Vivien Wade 2015
Categories:
refreshments, war,
Form:
Rhyme
P lease come in, this poetic palace is not an ILLUSION,
O rdinarily I have many visitors throughout the year.
E VENTUALLY all guests find it quite comfortable, where they can come
T o produce large amounts of poetic CREATIVITY and
R elish the INFUSION of a serene atmosphere and fellowship that
Y ields a great deal, when the heart and mind generate.
P erhaps you would like some refreshments of sort, maybe
A n ice cold glass of sweet tea or blueberry bagel.
L et your body and mind relax to the soft music of nature on the terrace,
A llowing thought to transfer an INEVITABLE calmness throughout,
C reating an artistic masterpiece of phrases and
E verlasting treasures.
Copyright © 2011 By Caryl S. Muzzey
Second Place Winner ~ "POETRY PALACE” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P.S.
June 13, 2011
Categories:
refreshments,
Form:
Acrostic
The yards behind the shearing shed are overgrown with grass
And the fence posts look a little worse for wear
There’s cobwebs on the tractors that are sitting all forlorn
And a farm cat snoozes gently on a chair
The boards have not been trodden by a shearer’s boot for years
But the remnants of their trade lie on the floor
A dull and rusty hand piece was left hanging on the wall
And an old grey fleece is draped across a door
A fridge that held refreshments for the shearers long ago
Stands rusting in the corner on its own
Some wool bales from the final clip are sitting in a pile
And the wind whips through the rafters with a moan
The only sign of movement is the farm cat getting up
It must be time to go and hunt for tea
As she slinks between the barrels that are holding up the floor
It’s time for mice to hide, or turn and flee
A drowsy looking blowfly buzzes lazily around
And the morning slowly turns to afternoon
Then the purple shades of evening slide across the waving fields
And the shearing shed is bathed beneath the moon
Then somewhere in the darkness you can hear the shearer’s ghosts
you can hear them clipping long into the night
Cries of ‘fleece off!’ are competing with the bleating of the sheep
but silence reigns again come morning light
And the shed just goes on rusting underneath the summer sun
And the termites come and chew upon the boards
And the spiders in the tractors go on spinning silken webs
And the shearer’s ghosts are undisputed lords
From my PDF book "Bush Ballads and Bulldust"
Categories:
refreshments, farm,
Form:
Ballad
Splendiferous in all her ways, Summer
Utilizes every color, every scent, in mesmerizing beauty,
Melting light into shadow, blending skillfully her arts,
Magnanimously giving us treasuries of memories.
Excellence her standard, her table bountifully spread,
Replete refreshments for the body, mind, and soul.
Faye Lanham Gibson
Copyright, September 29, 2014
Categories:
refreshments, seasons, summer,
Form:
Acrostic
Household Auction
Saturday and Sunday
Refreshments
I must sell some family heirlooms from grandmothers attic,
there are many items, jewelry, glass, lamps, and some furniture;
but the most treasured item is a mahogany sideboard quite exquisite,
beautifully carved, and ornate with dragons and scrolls and gorgeous feet.
I noticed you arrived a half hour early and saw you wandering,
many times you returned to the sideboard and caressed it so gently;
approaching you, I offered you a coffee and we had time to chat a bit,
I told you that the sideboard had sentimental value for me, it was grandma's.
People came and went and many lingered with the lovely sideboard,
you know it is in pristine condition, has never been repaired or refinished;
it is a scarcity, hard to find a vintage piece as profusely carved and deeply loved,
in an antique shop they would mark it up 500%, I am auctioning it at a reduction.
I will not be long-winded, if you are interested, you can trust me,
dishonest, I will not be, this mahogany sideboard is the real thing, no rip-off;
take your time, have another coffee and then we can talk again if you want to,
I am no antique dealer, just a girl with some beautiful things that I need to sell.
In the end, I could not sell the mahogany sideboard . . .
________________________
February 24, 2016
Narrative/The Mahogany Sideboard
Copyright Protected, ID 16- 761-247-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Categories:
refreshments, old,
Form:
Narrative
"Masterpiece Mementos"
COME BROWSE THROUGH A POET'S EXTRAORDINARY GARAGE SALE
GREAT MASTERPIECE MEMENTOS U WILL FIND WITHOUT FAIL.
LIST OF WARES BEYOND COMPARE:
1. BOOKS OF LOVE FROM YESTERYEAR
JUICY EMOTIONS TEMPT WITH TEAR.
2. A PICTURE PERFECT "CHILDREN'S CHARMS"
READ TO YOUR LITTLE ONES HUGGED IN ARMS.
3. AN OLD FASHIONED DESK WITH SWIVEL CHAIR
NEEDS A BIT OF NEW PAINT IF U CARE.
4. NOTE BOOKS AND PENS, STILL UNUSED
WILL INSPIRE TO CREATE WORDS SO INFUSED.
5. CLASSIC COLLECTIONS OF MAGNIFICENT MASTERS
ELEGANT LOVE STORIES AND LIFE'S DISASTERS.
6. ONE USED LAP TOP COMPUTER WITH MAGNIFYING SCREEN
WITH THE BRIGHTEST NEON COLOED KEYS YOU'VE EVER SEEN.
7. A WORN OUT OLD DECK OF LOVE TAROT CARDS
STILL HOLD PLENTY POWER LIKE LIGHTENING SHARDS.
8. A PATCHWORK QUILT EMBROIDERED WITH "FOREVER"
SOME FRAYED CORNERS CAN BE MENDED IF YOU'RE CLEVER.
PROMISE U WILL DISCOVER SO MANY TREASURES
AT A FANTASTIC PRICE BRINGING HOURS OF PLEASURE.
BONUS: REFRESHMENTS FOR A PENNY WILL BE SERVED
AS U ARE ENTERTAINED BY ADJECTIVES AND VERBS.
NEED TO SET FREE ITEMS FROM GARAGE JAIL
SO PLEASE HURRY TO MY FABULOUS POET'S SALE.
A SUNNY FALL DAY IS THE PERFECT TIME TO FEAST
ON SO MANY "SWEETHEART" DEALS FROM MY MEMENTO MASTERPIECE.
*FOR SKAT'S A POET'S GARAGE SALE CONTEST ..
Categories:
refreshments, funny, books, old, books,
Form:
Couplet