Best Up The Stairs Poems
Climb the stairs it's time to sleep, you're eyes almost closed,
Sandman say's he's coming, cause when your tired he always knows,
It's time to get you're pjyamas on, you're winter bed time clothes,
Up the wooden hills you climb, to bedtime land, off you go.
To sleep and dream of candy floss, with elephants and King's,
Of sugar plums and fairie's, and pink girly flowery thing's,
so off to bed it's time to sleep, dreamland now awaits,
Hiding secret wonders, behind it's goodnight gates.
I may not live for a hundred years,
But a hundred of my poems will be there to allay your fears,
And soften your tears,
Enough to give voice to these hundred musings,
As I make my way upstairs,
To have my poems
Checked out by past Masters,
Who once stirred our souls,
And won our hearts,
With poems that allayed our fears,
And softened our tears,
As we too took up our pens,
Aiming to be half as good as those poets,
Who we hoped made it up the stairs,
And not down into the pits.
But if I should make it to a hundred and can hold back the tears,
After a couple of beers,
I will assert one of my copyrights,
And you can recite the ninety-nine others,
While I look forward to more poem filled years,
Before I take that final trip up the stairs,
To reside among my peers.
M-orn early Saturday
A-ims to make a lovely scene;
R-ise of the sun begins,
I-n the dawn of February
E-ighteen.
V-ile weather has turned
I-nto a beautiful skyway;
L-et the clouds become white;
L-et the dark fade away.
A-llow the beacon to shine,
C-old chill is left behind;
O-ne shadow turns bright,
R-ays lights up your mind.
T-roubles you lay on God's hand, praying to end your cares;
A-llow the Lord to reach you, as you climb up the stairs.
On the bottom rung
crawling up the stairs,
My life has just started,
I’m free without a care,
But something’s urging me
to keep pushing on
Struggling on the second step,
then it all goes wrong
Tumbling back down,
landing on my head,
Next thing I remember,
mother’s laying me to bed,
Some time after,
on the stairs yet again,
About halfway up,
looking good but then,
Go head over heels,
rolling all the way back down,
Ending up in a bundle,
flat out on the ground,
No pain this time,
was actually kind of fun,
But dad heard me falling,
got hard smack on the bum,
After dinner climbing resumed,
must reach the top,
Didn’t make it that day,
was never going to stop,
Finally some weeks later,
I made it all the way,
Never forget that feeling,
perseverance paid,
The reward jumping up and down,
on my parents bed,
This was my life in general,
when all this is said,
Nothing came easy,
a few highs and lows,
Done the best I could,
took some nasty blows,
Now I’m old and frail,
stairs are a mountain once more,
Every step I take,
knees and hips are sore,
But my determinations strong,
like that brazen child,
We’re still the same person,
completely reconciled,
Still guess I’m lucky,
to have made it round full circle,
Sheer grit forged me,
But Its killing me to be careful.
By
David Kavanagh
Step by gradual step,
finger tips on handrail,
beam on countenance,
I countenance a beam,
day in urban green park,
with bosom shadows,
red blazing sunshine,
that watchful radiance,
mock orange hedge,
that aromatic flourish,
hint from my instinct,
watch each rung,
don’t slip or stumble,
with wistful wallow,
silken counsel I heed,
yet further episodes,
vivid dream intrusion,
a sea of blue asters,
butterfly kaleidoscope,
on nimble nectar quest,
but now I stand astride,
on landing at the top,
casting hazel eyed,
downward glance,
on another golden,
snapshot on earth