Best Staton Poems
By Valerie D. Staton
I love you…
More than Elmer loves glue
More than Bruce loves Kung Fu
More than Sara loves pie
You’re the apple of my eye
More than Samson loves Delilah
More than smoke loves fire
More than Adam loves Eve
You're the only one I need
More than needle loves thread
More than Wilma loves Fred
More than peaches loves cream
More than I’d ever dare to dream
I love you...
Categories:
staton, feelings, how i feel,
Form:
Rhyme
CHICKADEE
By Valerie D. Staton
Outside my window in a maple tree,
I saw the most beautiful Chickadee;
Seated on a bough, the little songbird,
Sang the sweetest song I’d ever heard;
The tiny bird’s song drew other birds near,
Creepers and Kinglets I could clearly hear;
When I grabbed my flute and began to play,
birds relinquished the bough and flew away.
Categories:
staton, bird, flying, leaving, song,
Form:
Rhyme
A Curtain of Rain
By Valerie D. Staton
A curtain of rain
Fell from graphite colored sky…
Cars are floating by
Categories:
staton, car, rain, sky,
Form:
Haiku
Who Would Have Thought
By Valerie D. Staton
The first time we met I was a bit scared
To be in a union unequally paired
You smoked cigarettes, I did not
You liked the cold weather, I liked it hot
You drank alcohol, I drank decaf tea
Who would have thought you’d be the one for me?
Your clothes were unkempt and so was your hair
My friends were not fond of you, but I did not care
Shameful how people look outward not in
I saw a beautiful heart beating within
Only I could see the gem standing there
A gift that the Lord decided to share
We’ve never argued, nor have we ever fought
An oddly matched couple...who would have thought
Categories:
staton, love,
Form:
Rhyme
By Valerie D. Staton
Down a long winding road there lived Old Betty Ann
In an old wooden house, the color of sand
Her home was surrounded by gardens and trees
And wind chimes that sung with the stir of a breeze
Most days Betty Ann could be found on her swing
It was above her porch and asparagus green
She’d kick off with a foot and then she would soar
Each vacillation higher than the one before
Betty Ann loved her metal swing so much
Only by permission could it be touched
Every year its color would be renewed
In either white, green or cobalt blue
She often sat on the old swing to knit
When in a good mood she’d allow others to sit
There was not much Betty Ann could not do
In the cast iron swing that was built for two
When Betty became ill and the end was near
She gathered together all those she held dear
"Before I go family, I ask one thing...
For one last ride inside my swing."
On the final day before Betty Ann died
She was placed in the swing for her final ride
And thus she transitioned doing what she loved most
She took one last swing then gave up the ghost
Categories:
staton, color, death, fun, garden,
Form:
Rhyme
By Valerie D. Staton
Whenever circumstances go awry,
And it seems like you cannot catch a break;
Cast your cares on the One who sits on high,
Who's incapable of making mistakes;
There is purpose for all of life’s events,
Be they joyous or encumbered in sorrow;
The same God that hovered above Moses’ tent
Is with you – today, tonight, tomorrow;
Bring all your concerns to God through prayer,
His infinite love is enduring and true;
The all-knowing God is everywhere,
Always waiting - to hear a word from you;
Categories:
staton, bible, faith, god, prayer,
Form:
Free verse
By Valerie D. Staton
My mind swims with thoughts of yesterday...
a day of unrelenting anguish and fist pounding sorrow
a day never to be forgotten
a day never to be relived again...
a day my heart, like a vase hurled against a granite wall,
shattered into a million pieces...
the day mother closed her eyes for the very last time
Categories:
staton, death, grief, mother daughter,
Form:
Free verse
Stone Washed
By Valerie D. Staton
stiff denim fabric
attacked by gang of pumice -
heavily distressed
Categories:
staton, blue, clothes,
Form:
Haiku
By Valerie D. Staton
It pains me my memories are fading
My parent’s memories were sharp as tacks
It is their recollections I am invading
I wish I could have my memories back
I preserve moments with paper and pen
Photos crammed onto adhesive pages
Diary depicts who, what, where and when
These tools capture moments throughout the ages
Even as I write I struggle to find
Vocabulary learned many years ago
It seems something is, attacking my mind
Trying to steal, everything I know
With prayer and petition I intend
To recall my memories once again
Categories:
staton, forgiveness, history, memory, missing,
Form:
Sonnet
Sounds in Everglades
By Valerie D. Staton
Across Everglades
A cacophony of sounds
Natural soundscape
Categories:
staton, nature, sound,
Form:
Haiku
Transform me Oh Lord into a new creation.
Cover me with grace and mercy each day and night.
Lead me Lord into Thy hands.
Valerie D. Staton
Categories:
staton, change, devotion, god, growth,
Form:
Crimson Maple Leaf
by Valerie D. Staton
Crimson Maple leaf
lackadaisically swirled
amidst a backdrop of blue
Categories:
staton, nature,
Form:
Haiku
God Created Me For A Reason
By Valerie D. Staton
My mother did not initially want me
Tried to spontaneously abort me
But the God who sits on high would not let me die
He created me for a reason
My father never wanted me
Never provided for nor inquired about me
But the God who sits on high would not let me die
He created me for a reason
Ex-boyfriends, used me and abused me
disgraced me and verbally raped me
But the God that sits on high would not let me die
He created me for a reason
My mother and I were the best of friends
My father and I have made amends
God rescued me from the hands of my oppressors;
never to be oppressed again
The God that sits on high has not let me die
He created me for a reason...
Categories:
staton, boyfriend, creation, father, god,
Form:
Free verse
Nature’s Regiment
By Valerie D. Staton
Nature’s regiment
Adorned in camouflaged suits
Brown and android green
Bravely battle brazen winds
Defeated by acid rain
Categories:
staton, nature, rain, wind,
Form:
Tanka
Between A Crevice
By Valerie D. Staton
Between a crevice
I spy a city that thrives;
Trucks meander North
Pedestrians move, along
sidewalks the color of sand
Categories:
staton, city, moving on, people,
Form:
Tanka