Best Shooed Poems

Mother wore an ample apron
to cover her clean dress.
She'd tell you that's what it was for
if you asked her, I would guess.

But that apron had more uses
than I could even count.
It brought in eggs and vegetables
and could hold a large amount.

I've seen her use that...

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Some people wear baggage like a hat in church,
Still others could conceal it through a customs search!
Me? It depends on the mood that I'm in,
My frame may be thick, but my skin's super thin.

As a child, dysfunction was all that I knew.
Violence and alcohol increased...

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 Very many years ago,
 In the land of rich men called NO,
 Bobo, a poor man, had nowhere to go,
"Give me a little space to stay", he pleaded, but lo,
"Your place is out of the city," they shooed him and so, 
 Outside he...

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Mamma wore an ample apron
To cover her clean dress.
She’d  tell you that’s what it was for 
If you’d asked her, I would guess.

But that apron had more uses 
Than I could even count.
It brought in eggs and vegetables
And could hold a large amount.

Her ...

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A spider traipsed onto my knee
While I was reading in the bath
Though most might jump and scream and flee,
I just gave a little laugh

A baby Daddy Long-Legs!
(Though really, 'twas just a son)
I shooed him back onto his web,
And continued reading on...

*title is a spin on...

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Have a Guiness and let’s toast St. Patrick
Whether laddie, lass or old codger geriatric
A bold gent with such clout
All Eire’s snakes he shooed out
Never has there been a saint so theatric! 
Robert
             ...

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Chances of precipitation zero.  Chances of dew, zero.  Chances of a raindrop, one hundred percent, as she was spotted in the sky about six seconds ago.  If Adrianna lands here, how will we collect her?  Who gets access? Where was the...

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There's wood for chopping stacked up near the door
to fuel warm fires in the kitchen stove
which Papa proudly bought when I was four,
long time before I left this house to rove.

A puppy lies contented on the rug.
He's bigger than the one I'd called my own,
that...

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it was the week after Christmas,
the one when fate had granted me my fondest wish,.....
(a lustrous, ruby-red, Schwinn bicycle that sported a basket in the front, and a bell to ring.)

On that cold, late December night, I'll always remember how suddenly the sky was stained...

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Tiny screams come wafting up and then just drift away,
As she scours down her bathroom, on a busy cleaning day.

Small voices in a panic; she hears them yell and screech,
While scrubbing down the place they live with smelly chlorine bleach.

She bends an ear to listen...

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Just down the gravel road a piece is an old-time country store.
On its saggin' shelves are things you won't find much anymore.
Ladies in bright calico barter with Mr. Draper their eggs and butter,
As they visit neighbors on Saturday nights amid the piles of clutter!

Menfolk lounge...

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Our appetite wanted more
Bun and cheese, or potted meat sandwich
They were handed out all in a row

From his small room
Its front door slightly ajar
One unbelievable
Kind hand, fed more than four

Reginald led the way and spoke
"Mr. Drummings, yu hav anyting?"
It was rare not hearing locks unlocked
The...

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Dances with eagles in skinny oxygen
Silence is regal, time is an abstract
I humbly look up, at your majestic existence
So still, so cold, so proud, but so much like me…
So timid in the slap of the Northern winds
So in love with love
So much shaken by earthquakes...

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'Twas Christmas Eve and cheer abounded in the humble English cottage!
The olde house rang with joy since the children knew with certain knowledge,
That Santa and his reindeer would drop by for a visit later on that night!
Mum was fixing Yorkshire pudding and a goose for...

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"Look, Grandma! I can see them! You were right! They do steal!" I jumped up and down in all excitement. Grandma grabbed the binoculars from me, pressing it as close as she possibly could to her round global specy frame and peered hard. Had she...

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