Best Rickets Poems
Sing with the birds in May
Pretty songs in dancing play
Raindrops on pedals of flowers
Inspire dreams in spring showers
Nests where robin eggs lay
Give new life to see in a day
Iris, crocus, daffodil show
Soft beauty as they grow
Crickets chirp in evening air
Owls hoot in chorus, a pair
Melodies from morning to night
Instantly lift the heart to flight
Newly cut grass with colors around
Give abundance of beauty to be found
Spring is coming soon
Open your heart to the tune
Over the hills, by rivers and lakes
New beginnings are now awake
Heidi Sands
3/21/17
Categories:
rickets, beauty, spring,
Form:
Acrostic
He stands upon the salty,slippery deck,
Yelling yaargh matey ,
with a halfhearted pirate drawl.
He's not to impressed with himself,
not an eyepatch or wooden leg,
not even a hooked claw.
The parrot on his shoulder,
is a wannabee,
a sparrow that fell from the Crowsnest,
from high up above.
It has no quips ,or spikes,
or pirate quotes,
just nesting on his shoulder
with birdly kind of love.
Aye captain the crew responds,
snapping to their chores.
Tend the wheel ,lash the mainsail,
take the soundings
less we hit a reef.
The sea going life is not for every man,
walking the plank,storms and rickets.
Crabs in your knickers ,
really give you grief.
Aah but when the wind fills the sails to bursting,
yards of canvas strain to be free.
And the ropes play ,sea going music
of a tension melody.
A song that captures
every young buccaneers heart ,
and soul and fancy.
For the music of the wanderers life,
an endless expanse of blue,
bravehearts and fearless men find,
quite a bit too chancy.
Black Beard,Yellow Beard,
the famous Captain Blood,
were all fearless pirates of their day.
He truly knows that he can be,
a great one too.
If he could ever find that bleeping map,
and escape this landlocked bay.
Categories:
rickets, adventure, funny, imagination, life,
Form:
Rhyme
I appreciate you asking me for a date
Would you believe you asked too late?
No? Well I have another excuse
A list of them that's quite profuse
I tripped and fell, breaking my nose
Now there's blood all over my clothes
I've absolutely nothing decent to wear
I haven't had time to wash my hair
I ate chocolate covered crickets
and that gave me goldarn rickets
I turned a shade of putrid green
so the doctor said I'm quarantined
Really, it's not that I don't wanna
but somehow I woke up in Tijuana
Perhaps at another time, maybe?
Right now I'm about to have a baby!
Categories:
rickets, nonsense,
Form:
Couplet
“Jealousy”
Jimmy had odds to beat, one he was a black teen and the temptations of big city’s Streets.
But a single black mother’s determination held his attention sternly,
So he had only Minimal interaction with streets.
He had rickets but Jimmy could catch any ball.
He ran with a gang that like to brawl,
Then he entered a Youth Center where a Mentor introduced him to football.
Pop Warner he’s leader of the team,
Onto High School Football team as runner for TD’s.
Scouts without doubts offered degrees.
Mother’s pleased when he goes to USC, to be toast of the university.
Jimmy rode football like a Hell’s Angel rides his hog.
He played halfback, fullback carrying the ball.
Top backers called, packs of women clawed,
Because for a rental car he ran through a mall.
Sydney was a naive Germany beauty queen,
Blond haired eyes emerald green.
Done nothing much since she jumped with the school cheer team.
But she had dreams, being famous on T.V., a celebrity.
But she’s stalled in the Pokipsy Mall,
Serving chili, hamburgers and hotdogs.
When in comes Jimmy, walking tall, followed by his enthralled.
Each sees the other and head over heels each falls.
Their love, sweet, she felt entitled to be,
With the famous Jimmy.
After their affair they married, two heirs, beach house on Bundy Street,
Her face on T.V. with Jimmy, her dream is complete.
But Jimmy believes in slavery,
Believes possessions are bounty one forever keeps,
And Sydney is his property.
But black eye secrets don’t keep,
So she and her parents agree, divorce Jimmy immediately.
Jimmy falls, fell by divorce when the gavel falls.
But most of all,
He felt affronted by the German goofball in front of media tell-all,
So he watches her like a hawk, to see with whom she walks.
She saw a new fella who won her heart and Sydney falls.
He wines and dines her many times and shows respect to all.
So Jimmy waits, pissed off jealousy he has no date, until one night on her Ronald calls.
Greens seethe engulfs Jimmy from head to feet, it shuts off reasoning.
Disrespect for “The Great ME” is all he sees in this rivalry for his property.
He sees she succeeds with this non-minority.
To the door during their adoring greeting Jealousy creeps,
Like Flash he slash the throat of the one he knows,
Then at speed stabs repeatedly the one she greets,
As he tries to flee from Jealousy.
Categories:
rickets, abuse, betrayal, celebrity, jealousy,
Form:
Narrative
I am a genius
I must profess
I have a Doctorate in bundling
And one in making my life a mess.
Everything I turn my hand to
My efforts soon turn to dust
I'm a knight in armour
But covered in dents and rust.
I once had a date
But turned up three hours late
Nearly got married once
Until her mother locked the church gate
Went on a cruise once but the boat sank
And I got the blame
For hammering a picture nail
In my cabin in the cabin ranks.
I was the only one in school to get rickets
And ringworm on my head
And had to sleep in the garden shed
They took me from school to have a brain scan
And the Doctor said I was ok
There was nothing there
Well I took him lithely
And have worried ever since I swear.
I was never picked for the football team
Just in case something went wrong
And I couldn't join the school choir
Because people held their hands to their ears
And ran away whenever I burst into song.
Always got the blame for everything at home
Even if it was someone else but me
I was brainwashed into thinking I was useless
And now sadly I agree
It's not that I don't try
But I'm never lucky you see
I'm an albatross around peoples knecks
A Jonna and all washed up at sea.
I'm probably the most unlucky man
The world has ever seen
But doesn't that then make me a success?
If you know what I mean?.
Peter Dome.Copyright.2015.June.
Categories:
rickets, angst, funny, humor,
Form:
Free verse
There was once a woman
who lived on Sheffield's London road
with greasy unwashed hair
black crooked teeth
and huge wart on the end of her nose.
Her eyes were wild and staring
she had rickets and fleas
had hairy legs and knobbly knees
She stank like a million skunks
she hadn't a bath for 12 years and a month.
Her name is Vera Cooper
She could drink any man under the table
and swore like a trooper.
She once won a beauty contest
when she fell into a ugly bugs nest
she had a tattoo of a sewer rat on one breast.
People would run away
whenever she was in town
but the flies would follow her around.
But you know what?
She had a great personality
was so kind and caring
and gave lots to charity.
We fell in love and raised a family
we're very happy together
and so in love
and go together
like a hand in a glove
She's my angel.
''Well they do say it's personality that counts don't they?.''
Peter Dome.copyright.2014.
Categories:
rickets, funny, funny love, giggle,
Form:
Free verse
Why do people talk to babies as though they were stupid?
Isn’t he lovely? the old woman said
And doesn’t he look the spit of his Dad
Is he on solids, how long does he sleep
And how many other kids have you had?
Who does he look like? the young woman said
I’m not really sure if he’s anyone’s kid
I feed him on burgers, he doesn’t sleep much
And I’ve had one for each of the blokes that I did
Not quite the answers the old woman sought
The one about blokes pretty much struck her dumb
The young woman giggled, she’d made it all up
And what’s more she wasn’t even 'his' Mum
But what fun to be had as she walked around town
To the ‘ooohs’ and the ‘aaahs’ and the helium cries
Oh, the amusement of dressing a girl
In an outfit as blue as conventional skies
His name’s Rupert, she’d say, (sometimes Nobby or Fred)
Depending on who was that nosey that day
He’s got rickets, or measles, whatever disease
Occurred to her, and that seemed funny to say
It entertained baby, she really was bright
And sick of inane inappropriate chat
And of people who leaned far too near to her face
Who were nosey and smelly and frequently spat
She was in on the joke, and well up for the crack
For the stuff folk came out with was simply absurd
She was practising swearwords at night in her cot
To prepare for the day she could utter a word
And then she would show ‘em, she’d show ‘em alright
Not to treat her as though she was some kind of fool
It’s my business how many nappies I fill
Such personal questions, completely uncool
In the meantime, she’s watching, she’s mentally noting
How humans make speech in particular forms
Who is good, who is bad, who speaks some kind of sense
And who is averse to conventional norms
Oh, babies are little and can’t answer back
But don’t think for a moment they’re not on the ball
They’re not poodles, or Martians, or mentally ill
So speak to them nicely, or don’t speak at all
by Gail
Categories:
rickets, baby, child, growing up,
Form:
Rhyme
The first, a blessing of birth, from a mother of faith.
Flat fat feet which, in the shower, sound like suction cups.
A small short stature which kept me out of tight spots.
A good mind so I never had to study in school.
Large feet so I would always have something to joke about.
Long curly blond hair so I could cry when they cut it off.
Pretty ugly pinkies from pre birth rickets.
Good coordination and dead reckoning.
A deadly trigger finger and set of eyes.
Sweet swagger and predisposition to dance.
Laziness so I can sleep any time I want.
Will power to quit smoking at forty six.
Chronic curiosity.
Devastating dependability.
Excellent health
One good occupation of 33 years.
I only missed ½ of one day at work in 33 years.
I was never late for work.
Good retirement
Good health benefits.
Good appetite.
A love of writing.
Talented at painting (art), horseshoe pitching, tic tac toe,
and making paper airplanes.
I love puzzles, math problems, and soduko.
I suck at origami.
Can still swim like a fish.
Hold my breath 2 minutes(used to be four)
God and I grow baby Japanese maples.
Love the taste of Jack Daniels or Good Rum.
(A very small bit in large glass of coke.)
Can sharpen a knife ‘til it will shave you.
Blessed by living three years in Japan.
Twenty one day guided tour of Europe.
Have been on several cruises and seen
most of the United States.
Have many friends on Poetry Soup.
Most important of all I’m blessed with
a beautiful wife in mind and body
and family with 10 grands, who all
love me. Even with my quirky ways.
© 21 Sept 2010 Charles Henderson
1 th in Dane Ann's "List" Contest
Categories:
rickets, lifeday, love,
Form:
List
I was the seventh child in a family of four,
the second born, do I need to say more?
Well perhaps I should fill in a few gaps,
or you could remain confused perhaps...
Yes I was the second boy born to my mother,
five girls came before me I did discover,
four boys in all were to follow my dad,
down to the dole queue, no jobs to be had.
No Jobs For A Man was all dad would say,
just a few ads for a lass, the same every day
and so the poverty we all knew as many before
was plain to all those that came by our door.
It was the time of depression between the great wars,
the shipyards were idle, the pits dug no more,
all the efforts of unions brought little relief,
fitters had nowt to fit, nowt to eat, nowt but grief.
For grief came to many as families felt the cruel
grasp of TB and rickets that kept children from school,
such was the prize for those veterans that survived the war,
no prospects for their kids to keep the wolf from the door.
They had stood most of the losses that any man might take,
in trenches as bullets and worse killed many of their mates,
back home they should have had their just reward,
but back in the thirties, they were largely ignored.
For profits and health care were but for the few,
death came to most folk before they aged forty-two,
lungs damaged by coal dust and smoke and TB
in those cruel years afore we ever heard of TV...
©Rhumour
March 26th 2011
Categories:
rickets, class, family, grief, jobs,
Form:
Rhyme
Known for one, behind which are many more,
a Land well carved into
geographic abundance and anthropologic history.
A land of majestic fjords and of the midnight sun.
A land possessed by the people of colourful clothings
and known for rearing reindeers.
A land of the troll
both that of the scandanavian folklore
and the largest object ever moved by man.
A land of the “tran” against rickets
and one also full of romance to the brown cheese.
A land greeted with a great history of raiders
but having a landscaped virtually void of castles.
Now a modern terrain
and an advanced pasture of the Scandinavia,
glorified by its topmost position
in the eventful tussles of the winter.
Categories:
rickets, community, earth, education, environment,
Form:
Ode
You have fifty and four blessed territories circa
possessing lots of begging empty acres
but still a beautiful engine-less car
and a first timer in the game of economic poker
still lagging and carrying poverty’s marker
with less than half the needed players, ready for soccer.
Oh Rickets stricken Africa!
Why do your organs turn inwards to be each others mocker?
Grow up and stop remaining a little sucker,
take your life back from the mischievous undertaker
and put a permanent smile on the face of your maker.
Categories:
rickets, africa, political, poverty, power,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
My one legged mate called Rickets
Pierced his foot on a thorn in the thickets
As he hopped around in pain
He did it again and again
It was so funny I could of sold tickets
In the bathroom, he took off his boot
Honestly, I don’t like to hoot
But when he fell in the bath
I couldn’t help but laugh
He should of put on his swimsuit
We both agree, he is accident prone
With his cuts and bruise,s full blown
The bump on his head
Is when he fell out of bed
He is to dangerous to be on his own
He was hopping once, just past the gym
When someone threw, a tomato at him
They normally don’t hurt, he said with a grin
But this bugger did
It was still in a tin
It’s great, that Rickets is so calm
He is a great guy, useless, a charm
So I kept my mouth shut
As he shaved and got cut
Because I don’t want him’ to suffer any harm
It was his birthday so we went for a meal,
He said, I feel tipsy, how do you feel
As he reached for some bread
He face went all red
As he choked on the last jellied eel
There are a thousand of Rickets like this
Its Rickets and a nature of his
As he hopped out of the door
He fell again on the floor
One wish and two legs would be his
Categories:
rickets, age,
Form:
Limerick
boy walks on his own
no new issues with rickets
bold calendar day
Categories:
rickets, blessing, day, happy, miracle,
Form:
Haiku
Anchors Aweigh...Destination Unknown
Weather beaten cap'n,
and watertight bewitched craft
time tested since maiden voyage
(circumnavigating the globe
back in the day
of my youth),
I ranked tough as a pitbull,
when severely pitted
against raw elements
of swiftly tailored,
harried stylish nature
against leathery faced
reptilian skin, hard drinking
(actually as corked
poetic convenience - vermouth
arbitrary bottle of choice
if for no other reason,
than to rhyme
with the above line),
and tobacco spitting, while
colorfully swearing as an uncouth
Furies (of Agamemnon) fighting (tooth
and nail) Pirate,
where rickets, scurvy,
and thrice unconscious,
currently ample proof
could not forsooth
bring me to
Davy Jones's locker,
cuz I never wanna
get relegated to an underwater
whale schooled booth,
this raconteur can nonchalantly,
glibly, and blithely attest,
with braggadocio, despite
no warm welcome will
ever greet mine tinnitus
pained ears, I can plainly
imagine acrimonious retort
upon me behest
his far more'n lifetime
bobbing (like a sponge)
buoyed atop crest
longing e'en for
(carping, caviling, hen pecking,
or shrewish) wife,
and loving family
forsaken, sans living
antisocial upon briny deep divest
many opportunities to
experience wedded, webbed
and whirled bliss,
and hence for everest
as bachelor, especially
at present junction
of twilight years,
my crude manners
makes foreign (for
an) ill suited guest
boot e'en if yours truly
became inured to life on land,
(as a "FAKE" father figure
feathering his nest
my coarse behavior, as basic
electric koolaid acid test
would force even
the most tolerant proprietor,
perhaps a bank
manager at Univest
would utter VAMOOSE,
e'en if eye covered up
my heavily pierced,
and tattooed breast.
Categories:
rickets, absence, adventure, allegory, beautiful,
Form:
Free verse
By no mistake my name is Richard
And I am chauffeured in a rickshaw
A rickshaw that comes first in a row
With others that roll on shining rims
As I desire to get to the riches
My way to the riches is a riddle
But I will straighten up the rickets
And scoop the material that is raw
And then shake it until it is ripe
And then become that real rich Richard
Categories:
rickets, poetry,
Form:
Prose Poetry