Best Spruced Up Poems
Bluebird…pretty little bluebird, see
all the budding Spring…beautiful
chiming of melody and spruced up
leaves, shiny and thriving, dewdrop
tingling. Bluebird, come and see -
give us a sweet twiddle dee dee.
It’s Spring so alive with canopy skies
and the happiness thriving with seeds
springing up - buttercup daffodils,
roses, posies, forsythia and black-eyed
susans, crocus, hyacinth and phlox.
Bluebird in layers of colorless feathers,
who would know, the magic wand
of light twinkles about and catches
our eyes, whether blue, black, brown
green or blue — all weather hues.
Bluebird…pretty little bluebird…see!
3/28/2022
And Mama pins laundered sheets on the clothesline
Raising her creamy arms with a hum,
Gentle against tainted bricks of our wall
Right in front of this grassy yard…
My velvet dress all spruced up
Fragrant, pressed by morn’s daylight
On luster of mid-autumn:
I observed and scanned her thinning curves
While I paused to grasp that final snapshot;
Enough for me to watch her caring touch
The way she would affably blot out my girlish tears
Crawling down her hands:
The backdoor now swings loudly, then quietly
Exposing run-down, decaying frames
Which rarely irks a mood so airy as that last smile
In twilight’s passing: Robed in clean lacy gown,
Dreary heaves falter to speak …if she only knew
I tucked my velvet dress for my child, O Mama’s legacy.
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8/26/2019
If Only You Knew: Silent One’s Contest
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Santa Baby won't you give me some candy tonight
Santa Baby won't you let sit on your lap snuggle
Up close and kiss goodnight
Santa Baby I need some Christmas lovin' you see
Santa Baby how neat that you came in a box
Spruced up just for me..
Santa Baby won't you give me some candy tonight...
Nite Nite....
In honor of Carolyn..
You know..
Our excitement to have you in our life
That you deserve a regal retreat inside our house
This once dark room spruced up with chic bedroom
With soaring peaked ceiling overlooking your bedroom
The wall with trompe l’oeil effect that’s how you furbished our life
Fixed window overlooking vast vistas of the modern house
Dark mahogany furniture lined up inside the house
A forest-green bed crown to lay down on your bedroom
In vibrant hues, you have transformed our life
How blessed our life that within our house, we built a bedroom for our little prince
February 15, 2013
Now kicked off the warm spot on the bed where I had been
it's time to watch my owner going through his dawn routine.
Mouth wide in a quiet miaow, I can almost see his supper
Brown stain dribble on his chin from that last midnight cuppa.
Limbs stretched out to form a star, claws clenched then slowly flexing,
eyes blink, lips smack in concert , it all seems to me perplexing.
Comes off the bed at right angles, half stumbling half rolling
puts on two covers for his paws and one has a big hole in.
Pulls up the outside skin over his legs and bum as well
don't know what for – it doesn't stop that noise and funny smell.
Top skin now on, one button wrong, it's twisted at the neck
and finally his outer paws in gruesome tartan check.
Walks slowly to the little room, that noise comes out the back
for animals with a nose like mine, he's so easy to track.
Door shuts, more noise then water splashing, then electric hum
all accompanied by tuneless 'dum-ti-dum-ti-dum'
Finally he waddles out and smiles, expects applause?
Not from me, mate, I'm spruced up from just using my paws.
Now wide alert he bounds downstairs, an energetic new man,
Stuff all of that, it's too much grief-
who'd want to be a human?
The children shot rockets painting the heavens in psychedelic colours
And showers of fluorescent rainbow colours came dancing down
The air burst with thunderous rumblings of crackers and fireworks
Happiness cast its glow on joyous faces on the festival of lights
The house was spruced up and decorated with dainty tinted lamps
The curtain rods brightened our living room with tiny tinkling bulbs
A crystal bowl of floating scented candles, and tuberoses in vases
Lent an air of jubilance and romance to the home with the fluttering curtains
With drinks in hand the family reunion turned into a tipsy affair with many on a high
Our talking parrot was let out cage to stretch out his wings to enjoy its rare freedom
To make his presence felt he hopped around the dining table pecking into plates
And taking a sip from each of the family members clinking glasses, much to our delight
Lucy, our pomeranian, was taking turns in hiding under chairs when crackers burst
The revelries and fireworks had died out by the time everyone had retired to bed
Clearing the table of assorted bottles, I was shocked to see the parrot dead drunk
Hanging upside down the curtain rod crying, 'Lucy! Lucy!' to his friend in his cage!
June 3, 2016
For Julia Ward
* Diwali, an Indian festival, is celebrated with a lot of fireworks. It is called The Festival Of Lights
Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 29
At last O Children of the Mother Contrées*
Roll out the red carpets for High Potentates
The hour of glory at Champs–Elysées
Cry not from Eiffel Tower 2C degrés
Temperature rises end of century, Mates
At last O Children of the Mother Contrées
Streak frowning skies in red white and blue display
Let pent-up champagne pop through foie-gras plates
The hour of glory at Champs-Elysées
Limousines line up for haute couture soirées
Blue-ribonned chefs dress-up spruced-up back-door dates
At last O Children of the Mother Contrées
Tri-colour ice cream on rhino-horn purées
See not hear not how iceberg disintegrates
The hour of glory at Champs-Elysées
Chefs d’Etat promise profit for protégés
While oceans swamp islands rivers city-states
At last O Children of the Mother Contrées
The hour of glory at Champs-Elysées
• The final “s” in French is silent
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2015
Limerick croisés : Once our Senorita from Sevilla – 11
Once our Senorita from Sevilla
Shed tears for Don Carlo in Opera
Touched by Verdi in heart
Present in Phillip’s Court
She could give her life for Isabella !
Oh ! How she cursed the Princess Eboli
Denounced hers-Inquisitor’s treachery
Upped her seat in Act IV
Hung around Exit Door :
Which caused King Phillip’s heirless Court to flee
So there she slept till the next performance
When tocsin rang the King’s comeuppance
Carlos Quinto’s grandson
All spruced-up as Mammon
Wed Senorita richer by tuppence !
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Hillbilly VP JD Vance
Surely hails from bad circumstance
Though spruced up by Yale
He acts much too male
To hide the wee lance in his pants
Note: Many other misogynists share this issue (DT, EM, 19 year-old college drop out Rye Country Day School wimp "Big Balls", etc).
It's easy to do nothing,
As the years pass, to your house.
"It looks okay" - a maxim
Many homeowners espouse.
But if, at last, the motivation
Strikes and you proceed,
You may discover some improvement's
What you really need.
A paint job, new appliances,
Replacements for your chairs,
A spruced-up garden and a guy
Who's handy with repairs.
From day to day, it's hard to see
How much we acclimate
To our surroundings, even as
They turn so out-of-date.
A few small changes may just help
You get into the groove
And you may be surprised to find
Your home and mood improve.
P.O.E.m 2013
I.
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Pretoria isn't far from Soweto yet
Earth's curve still hid each from the other
As blind eyes denied the other's pride
Colored only, European only - apartheid
Eradicated, chance for understanding
Only blood and bombs could determine
***** and white would kill or unite
Events can tangent to unexpected turns
And lead down paths we wouldn't bet
Reconciliation became a possibility as
The village elder Tata gently guided
Hatred and fear toward a new Peace On Earth
II.
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Pennies rattle to the bottom of the pot
Each time someone tosses their change in
Assets casually or hopefully tossed aside
Cash-n-carry with bags of Christmas pride
Eager to get home to cook up a hot dinner
Only Eunice stands stoic in place
Nary a passerby looks at her face
Eunice has been there for twelve seasons now
And tonight is no different because snow changes to
Rain and then tapers to a west-blown wind
To her, it's the heart that owns the spirit and
Her "Happy Holidays" bell rings of Peace On Earth
III.
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Punching pink nose through the slight snow
Early on the cold winter's morning
As dark Lapis sky grades to brighter dawn blues
Creatures peer from slumbering hideaways as
Earth slowly rotates them toward old Sol
Oak of red, Aspen of white or Spruced up
Needles greening under the dry-snow branches
Each and every snow-crystal glistens prisms
All colors, all directions - all is quiet
Rabbits, squirrels, and other fur-creatures
Together with many birds come to witness that
Humans are absent from this Peace On Earth
© Goode Guy 2013-12-12
In K-5, K-8 or K-12 is drained
the curiosity from eager brains
Then off to college most folks go
where Truth is disseminated from Moscow
A nursing home's a spruced-up jail
from which residents would love to bail ...
In between, we're on the job every day
where we're overworked and underpaid
Imagination reminds me of things I dare not remember
No idea if they happened or not
Certainly not swirling in pinks and oranges
the way I wanted things to do, amid black and white stripes
I was a modern era woman who adores the mixing of dots and stipes
No one does that! Until they did, famous designers, shaking us up.
Showing us that absolute means nothing. I adore everything sixties.
Memory brings me things I know probably did not happen
But they are spruced up and more exciting now and enthusiasm sells.
I gloss them over, and use psychedelic paint, and play them in my mind.
Satisfied with them.
The Musical Lady
I knew of a pavement café where tables and chairs were painted
in different colours, this to lend ambience in an otherwise dreary
street. A young lady, a student at the music conservatorium, came
here for lunch and always insisted on sitting on the same chair,
a rosa one; she was pretty in stern way, long black dress, flat shoes,
plain long hair and big glasses, waiters were happy to oblige her.
This caused jalousie amongst other chairs that wanted her to sit on
them too. In the night they ganged up on the rosa one, upended it
and scratched badly. The owner thought it was the work of vandals,
put the damage chair in the store room, but when the musical lady
came she insisted to sit on her chair damaged or not. Other seats
felt bad realizing it was not the rosa’s fault but the idiosyncrasy of
the artist, so in the night the spruced up the rosa till it looked as new.
But now the pianist didn’t want it, not the same as before, she said
and sat on a yellow chair. Feeling a miffed the gleaming new looking
seat said to itself: “No big shake she had a narrow, cold bum anyway.”
My garden
Roses peeped in all grace
as waved the white scented flowers,
Irises spruced up on tall stalks
as crocuses stood like trumpets,
Blue bells spruced a frilly lace
and glamourised the heavenly place,
Red and yellow on green grass
floated to garnish the palette,
Of colourful lovely garden,
the vibrant mind garden !!
Written August 28th, 2015
© Dr. Upma A. Sharma