Best Tots Poems
Apple blossoms in abundance; sweet aroma in the air.
Begonias burst with brilliance. Blue bells pop up everywhere.
Cherry blossoms cheer with pink; corn flowers cluster blue.
Dandelions dance with wind; Daffodils dance too.
Easter Lily, always early, blooms exquisite white.
Forget-me-nots, fresh-picked by tots, are a Mom’s delight.
Geraniums, garden-fresh, are growing graciously.
Hollyhocks I plucked when young my heart is blessed to see.
Irises with leaves like swords paint rainbows on the lawn.
Johnny-jump-ups have their purple yellow clothing on!
Kangaroo paws, so exotic - come to us sun-kissed.
Lilac bushes, lush with lovely flowers can’t be missed!
Marigold, like its friend the Sun, is glowing too.
Narcissus, so many types of it, now bloom anew.
Orchids of the warmer climes, one-of-a-kind are they!
Peonies, so pretty, and perky poppies are at play.
Queen-of-lace with gracious face, how elegant is she!
Ranunculus, a Buttercup, greets us radiantly.
Sweet pea, looking precious, up the trellis climbs
Tansies, yellow buttons, also love the temperate times.
Uva-Ursi, on long stems, in late spring's breeze will sway.
Violet’s vibrant color gives its name away!
Wax flowers help fill up bouquets on spring wedding days.
Xeranthemum, a sunflower, flaunts her sunny ways.
Yellow wood anemone starts flowering in May.
Zinnia comes later. For Zinnia and others, the sun just has to stay!
Flying Saucers, Flake, Bar Six
Country Style, Gobstoppers, Twix
Arrow Bars and Sherbert Dabs
Sweet Tobacco, Lucky Bags
Toffee Crisp and Dairy Crunch
Grand Seville and Milky Lunch
Beta Bars, Loot, Candy Floss
The mysterious chewing gum flavour loss
Golden Crisp, Nut Crisp and Fuse
Extra, Bliss and Trebor Chews
Caramel and Raspberry Ruffles
Drifter and Milk Chocolate Truffles
‘99’ Flake ice cream cones
Zooms and Fabs and Toblerones
Coffee Break, Bitz, Victory Vs
Cadbury’s Special Recipes
Swisskit, Gold Mine, Apple Jack
Tiffin, Feast and Caramac
Welcome, Skippy and Sultana
Nutty, Banjo and Cabana
Chewing Nuts, Cough Candy Twist
Butterscotch and Butterkist
Crunchie, Topic, Fudge, Mintola
Super Mousse, Crazy Joe Cola
Golden Cup, Fruit Flavoured Rocks
(The secret of) The Black Magic Box
Floral Gums and Cherry Lips
Olde English Spangles, Walnut Whips
Kinder toys encased in plastic
Necklace sweets linked on elastic
Butter Mints, Fruit Polos, Yorkies
Sherbert Lemons, Sherbert Strawberries
Bazooka Joes and Liquorice pipes
Lollipops with swirly stripes
Mint Cracknel, Taxis, long red laces
Texan Bars and Funny Faces
Winter Mixture, Rainbow Drops
Jazzies, Kit Kat, Pips, Ice Pops
Toffee Bon Bons, Drumsticks, Rolos
Amazin’ Raisin, Aztec, Mojos
Barley Sugar, Chocolate Limes
Daims that changed their name from Dimes
Jelly Babies, Jelly Tots
Milk Gums, Munchies, Mars, Pear Drops
Coltsford Rock and Anglo Bubblies
Sugared Almonds, Frozen Jubliies
Peanut Brittle, Prize, Ice Breaker
Dolly Mixtures, Old Jamaica
Kop Kops, Wine Gums, Laughs and Treets
Jap Desserts and whistling sweets
Fishermen's Friends and Hacks and Zubes
Pineapple Chunks and Cola Cubes
Everton Mints and Pontefract Cakes
White chocolate mice and jelly snakes
Refreshers, Teacakes, Swizzles, Pacers
Toffee Logs, Fruit Gums and Waifers
Rumba, Dipped Flake, T Bar, Tunes
Fry's Five Centres, Macaroons
Bars and boxes of Milk Tray
Milky Bar and Milky Way
This ‘Pick and Mix’ is yours to share
With all sweet lovers
everywhere.
I wander in the nature’s green, trees in rows the birds preen
Like a gem glimmers the morning dew, with a precious diamond’s hue
And flowers bloom as I gaze anew, eggs hatch to welcome lives in queue
I can smell the wondrous earth, the distant flow of water in mirth
It’s a new dawn another day thereof, wherein I sense his breath of love.
As I prod on the old man smiles, he delivers milk by cycling miles
Passing the farmers sweet abode, the cry of new life reaches the road
A child wails by the neighbour’s door, with a sweet candy her eyes adore
Roaming the street is a hound grown, pups trailing behind unknown
A jocund street undreamed of, wherein I sense his breath of love.
My dearest rush out sighting me afar, without whom my life is a war
The tiny tots in their cradles lie, as we sing a lullaby
This is the world I am part of, wherein I sense his breath of love.
© (4 Feb '15)
* Honourable mention in the contest 'Enter a poem #1' by Poet Destroyer
GOOD MORNING, GRATITUDE
Just think foe a brief second,
You were given a soul and allowed to be born!
Wrapped in a soft blanket,
And with love and not a drop of scorn.
Can you recall being in your crib?
I really can!
Calling for my Mommy, and she standing there.
Smiling, with a chenille robe and long, dark hair.
All the times you skinned elbows or knees...
And you called out, "Mommy, please?"
Daddy always there to help you with math.
Mommy wrapped you in warm towels, after a bath.
Ah, such sweet meanderings we long forgot.
That we poets were once such tiny tots.
These velvety thoughts so nice to recall.
In the midst of this wondrous fall!
October 26, 2019
TRIMMING THE TREE
Once a year across the land
A festive time is carefully planned
Part of this time just has to be
The anticipation of trimming the tree
It's always fun to shop and choose
Exactly the tree you wish to use
You take it home and once it's there
You decorate it with loving care
Special ornaments bring great delight
When placed on the tree to reflect the light
Each handmade by a tiny tot
Placed on the tree in a special spot
Kept and cared for all these years
Now hung with memories that bring on tears
You think of Christmases long since past
And marvel that time can move so fast
Those tiny tots now grown and gone
Will soon have children of their own
To teach how special it can be
When the time has come to trim the tree
13 December 2018
For Christmas Tree Contest sponsored by Shadow Hamilton
The seashore is a wondrous stage, for in the sun's delight,
I sit and watch a play unfold- it's there within my sight!
Those beauties, young with golden tans, demurely sashay by
In search of those admiring eyes that peep so deft and sly.
While young dudes with their virile forms and sun-bleached wavy hair,
Strut back and forth so confident with sort of haughty air.
Small children, filling up their pails, build castles made of sand,
While fathers take a break from rest to lend a helping hand.
And mothers being what they are- in their protective lots,
Are ever rubbing suntan cream on freckled, sunburned tots.
Those chunky mid-life guys and gals packed tight in swim attire
Add so much fullness to the scene, for those to see, admire!
And oldsters wrapped up tight and snug to shield from wind and sun,
With eyes shut under hats of straw, in dreamland have their fun!
At water's edge, the tame are found, waves rolling at their feet;
While further out, some brave the swells to make their fun complete.
And there, up high on pedestals, bronzed lifeguards oversee
With ever watchful, cautious eyes, the shore's activity.
And here I sit, a spectator, relaxed this summer day-
But, am I too a character to those who look my way?
April 20, 2015
Premiere Contest: My Favorite Vacation In Rhyme
Sponsor: L Milton Hankins
I can’t help but wonder, about the blunder, of building a one room log cabin,
Where man and wife, lived a private life, ‘til kids became real, not imagined
With no partitions, or new additions, you’d think their sex life would run ashore.
But they both knew, how to make it through, by inventing a thing called the chore.
As each kid did sprout, pa had to go out, and think up a new job for the tot.
He soon realized, that for his farm’s size, there were more tots then jobs to be got.
And the matriarch, made the remark, that inside we plum ran out of space.
So they tried to rid, their house of kids, as fast as were made in the first place.
At last the last lad, made a nice lass glad, got married and had a grand party,
But pa had ma’s hind, right on his mind; they arrived at the party, tardy.
Well all went ok, until the sad day, when the old man’s life ran out of time.
And then poor ma, lost her chutzpah, plus the cabin exceeded its prime.
So ma did call, her last son Paul, asked if he knew what she should do then,
He said oh dear, I just moved here, and that we don’t even have a den.
But son relents, and acts the gent, there is space in one nook of our room.
If you feed cows, and all the sows, cause heck ma, I’ve got a new bride groom.
Written 1/22/13
For your (Turkish) Delight party invite
Sweetshop had shut up for the day
The Maltesers decided they were going away
They packed their gear in a Dairy Box
To climb a Glacier called Mint Fox
The sweets were now all wide awake
There was All Sorts of fun to make
The Chocolate Mice ran to and fro
As the Mars Bars to Mothers Pub did go
The Kit Kats spotted the chocolate mice
Who ran circles round the Coconut Ice
The Bounty cried because it was in dry dock
Time showed After Eight on the big wall clock.
The Marathons were training very hard
Some Pear Drops and Spangles standing on guard
The Smarties were looking for a Treet
They moved up market to Quality Street.
The clever Jelly Tots got carried away
Too lazy to walk, they used a Milk Tray
The Dolly Mixtures danced and sang
To All Gold heavy metal music -Bubble Gum went off with a bang.
The Coconut Mushrooms went timid and shy
Wine Gums and Chocolate Buttons looking up to the sky
To see The Sherbet Flying Saucers whizzing around
The Liquorice Torpedoes stayed firmly on the ground
The Jelly Tots decided to loop the loop
Chocolate Cigarettes played Polo20and Hula Hoop
Sherbet Dips joined their friend Liquorice Straw
The Crème Eggs were lying flat out on the floor.
Even the Minstrels loved this free for all party
The Humbugs were picking a fight with a Smartie
But they all agreed a good Feast was had by all
As they danced the night away at the Aniseed Ball.
(c) Barbara Brewin 27thAugust 2008 All rights reserved
So versatile is the potato.
It’s orange; it’s yellow; it’s white; it’s sweet.
It’s baked or boiled; it’s mashed or fried.
It’s served with poultry, with fish or with meat.
I love to cook, and I have for you
three recipes for potato dishes.
Not too expensive, they’re easy and fast.
But best of all, they are most delicious!
A Tator Tot casserole I love to bake.
With my company, it’s always a hit.
Ground beef fried with onion is mixed with creamed soup
and the bag of tots! Bake with cheese over it!
From my childhood comes the twice baked potato.
I’m sure you’ve heard of it – bacon and cheese.
But try some canned tuna with canned green beans.
Top with good cheese; microwave; it’s a breeze.
Last is a recipe that I obtained
from the time that I spent in Madrid.
The Spanish omelet’s really big there.
This is a recipe that I “redid.”
I fry chopped potatoes and onions in oil.
Salt and pepper it; drain off the oil when gold.
Stir in lots of eggs till it’s moist and thick.
In omelet shapes this mixture should hold.
Onto a large griddle, pour each omelet shape.
Turn them like pancakes when each side is done
I’ve Americanized it by adding Tabasco,
melting cheese on it too; this food is so fun!
These are just three dishes made with potatoes.
I have many more. Do you think you could make
at least one of these I’ve described? Let me know!
And I hope you already know how to bake!
July 28, 2019
For Chantelle Anne Cooke's Cornucopia Cooking Poetry Contest
Bright trees in May time , of evergreen lace,
Cuddle larks perched above on twigs , winging
Draped with hued flora all over the place
Each bud, each petal , the anthem of spring.
Feathery the elm robed in velvet bloom,
Gone is Old Jack Winter’s glacial soak
Heralding new cycle’s minty perfume
Inside our garden, now verdant the oak.
Joyful tots with kites rush out to the lane,
Kicking their heels for giggly, cheery flight
Laughter aglow through sweet birdsong’s refrain
Mingled with whirling of bees…such pure delight!
Nothing but sheen lifts the maple , to rise
Offering a burst of charm wrapped in bliss;
Playful the folks that view this morn’s surprise
Quick yet gentle are dreams from springtime’s kiss!
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9.12.2016 Rhyme: abab
Alphabet Soup Contest
Sponsor: Kim Merrryman
Wonder Clouds
Sometimes I wonder,
And then I wander, in my thoughts.
What lies above those clouds up high?
Beyond the bleached, yellow sometimes blue sky.
Some say that clouds are but a mere cloud of vapour,
But is that true?
Sometimes I wonder,
And then I wander, what is above those clouds?
Maybe an entire civilisation,
Of dragons and fairies and queens and kings,
Where there are lilies that jump around and toads that sing,
Wolves big and bad, pumpkin carriages round and stout,
Rainbows, unicorns, pearls,
And all those wonderful things, tiny tots dream about.
Sometimes I wonder and then I wander,
Maybe that is where He lies,
Superseding all,
Guiding us above,
Uplifting our falls,
Ruling over fates and destinies,
Lives and deaths,
But then does He really exist?
Sometimes I wonder and then I wander,
That’s where I will find good old peace,
A holy sane kingdom
Where there is serenity, beauty, probably freedom,
Where there is no worry, no sadness, no negativity.
Where there is no tiring search and no disheartening find,
But then isn’t peace a state of mind?
Sometimes I wonder and then I wander,
Maybe that’s where actual life is,
With trees and birds and breeze and rivers,
Where there are no dark lights and cold chills or shivers,
Where there are playing children, whispering mothers and laughing elders,
High above the rain and thunder of the world,
Where everyone is blessed with an eternal kiss,
But without an end, can a beginning persist?
Sometimes I wonder and then I wander,
What lies above those clouds?
Maybe something we have uncovered,
Or something not meant to be discovered.
But imagination lives on,
And dreams never die,
And theories never perish,
Because that’s where true creativity lies.
Whatever is above there,
I believe it’s not very far,
From an open mind and a welcoming heart,
But I can’t help but wonder,
How fateful the birds really are,
How hateful the birds really are.
Manya Chopra
15 years old
Mumbai, Maharashtra, India.
Lettie died, the house is empty,
No one in the family left.
Flowered sheets once used as curtains
Faded now by brilliant sunlight
Rot and crumble to the floor.
Beer and Coke cans thrown at windows,
No one seems to care;
The lock is broken, all may enter
Look! the bed where Lettie died!
The front porch sags where Lettie sat
Passing all her summer days
Diabetic and overweight,
Withdrew from life when Mama died.
Noisy tots on tricycles
Pump their legs to get on by;
The house of ghosts, or so says Grandma,
Restless souls who cannot sleep.
Beauty Is
Budding blossoms blooming
Enchanting emerald eyes
Autumn’s amazing abundance
Understanding that unifies
Tiny tots a-toddling
Youthful yearnings of yesteryear—
Inspiration’s
Secret sauce!
A giant magnet for young and old
Its many mysteries to unfold
For dipping toes in ebb and flow
Revealing wonders deep below
Calm and still like mirrored glass
Then raging wild a storm can blast
Giving pleasure, causing grief
Magnificent colour of Barrier Reef
Tossing sails yet lapping the shore
Sinking ships in times of war
Sometimes dark, it’s strength foreboding
Tempting too but fiercely goading
A home to fish of stunning hue
Reflecting the sky in shades of blue
Underestimated in its power
Challenging man oft forced to cower
Innumerable colours of blue and green
The prettiest shells you’ve ever seen
Home to coral iridescent and bright
Displays of foam in whirls of white
Dashing the coast in waves of thunder
Giving pleasure, then pulling you under
A background for artists, a playground for tots
Sometimes frightening, sometimes not
Dividing the world in all its glory
The source of many a heartfelt story
Healing the soul when darkness calls
Noisy too when seagulls squall
Shattering lives with remorseless pressure
Beckoning man to false endeavour
A home to many all afloat
Enormous tankers, a tiny boat
Unforeseeable eddies and tides
A gentle sail or risk-full rides
Relentlessly breaking on distant shores
Enticing man for evermore
A means for adventure, for voyages afar
Under sunny skies or a million stars
An erratic, moody source of fear
Taking lives once held dear
A timeless home for hidden treasure
For searching men, unequal measure
Plentiful food for man and beast
A meagre meal or a giant feast
A workplace and a surfer’s delight
A vast beyond - a beautiful sight
A constant means for flight or flee
The amazing, unpredictable sea
Ebony shades glisten in the sun
Black curls downy and soft attract everyone
Tiny tots stroke my hair
touch my nose. tweak my ear.
I watch my friend across the way
I want to play with her if I may
But something tells me if I do
All I'll hear is shoo shoo shoo!
My best friend Patti tries her best
to keep me close when others draw near
Some are fine ,some unkind
Though their hearts I win by and by.
I love to run faster than my legs can go
but to squirrels I'm still too slow
as for birds that come to feed
They set off my allergy by scattering seeds .
My heart is full of love for all
Never one to betray a friend
loyal to the very end
My name is Nero but I am not a hero
I am Patti's best friend, faithful to the end.......Woof !