You do not understand her mother often said
Her father understood her but he was not home much
Her mother called her names; not nice ones.
She shrunk a little every time her mother spoke.
Expecting to be put down, cringing when she saw her mother.
She stayed in her room
Decorated in snowflakes,
There was a reverence about it
It was a sanctuary where she felt safe
She stayed here more and more often
Learning that her own company was the best
Her mother spouted religion at her in an angry way
Tried to drag her to church, where she was a bigshot.
The girl ignored her mother’s efforts,
Waited for her father to return home
But he never did
Categories:
bigshot, daughter, mother, mother daughter,
Form: Free verse
The trip was all set in our hot-air balloon
Conditions were flight-perfect; 'twas the middle of June
Just needed a few shots of courage from a local saloon
In case up from nowhere sprang a devilish typhoon …
We successfully launched from a local sand dune
On board was the sponsor, a bigshot tycoon
Along with a fellow who told jokes, the buffoon
And a bassoonist who blew and crooned loony tunes ...
Now for good luck we brought on board a baboon
Who ate butterflies fresh from the cocoon
He had a face like a prune, was a bit of a goon--
Gave demonstrations on how to use a spittoon ...
This monkey had with him a metal harpoon
So that at a favorable moment opportune
He surprised the full moon, tied her up to his pantaloon
~ and stabbed her with a cheesy grin most jejune
Categories:
bigshot, animal, funny, moon, silly,
Form: Monorhyme
Never again should innocent lives vanish in vain
Cos machineguns marshall greater protection
Than students’ lives. Marjory Stoneman survivors chant ‘Never Again’
Should indifference and insensitivity buttress inept inaction.
Columbine, Sandy Hook memories remain memories
Without a determined call for students lives to live
Alongside gun laws from death merchant law parodies
That no care, no concern gun proponents to lives give.
Students leave home safe, students return home safe
After school without a machinegun taking a potshot
At students attending school. No slayers students should strafe
At school without dealing death blows to dreams of a benevolent bigshot.
Never again should parents bury sons and daughters too soon
Cos a psycho with a grudge and greed for guns
Elects to discharge a volley of bullets in real time at noon
To take way lives of sons and daughters who won’t become nuns.
Categories:
bigshot, poems,
Form: Free verse