Growing Up Couplet Poems | Examples
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looking back to when I was a lad
They said times were hard, They said things were bad.
Picking up tatties, the pulling of peas
Coming back home with scratched grimy knees.
Screwing the Beetroot, yes that is right
Removing the tops from morning till night.
You couldn't cut the tops off, that made them bleed
Keeping your eye out for the sharp stinging weed.
Finger nails were always full of mud
Scrubbing hands would do no good.
Summer break were still lots of fun
When working the fields were almost done.
We didn't have computers, four channels of TV
Top of the pops were the highlights for me.
Kicking the football out on the street
A clip around the ear from the bobby on the beat.
Looking back it wasn't that bad
Lots of fond memories when I was a lad.
Holidays were over it was back to the grind
Wondering what lessons the teachers had in mind.
I didn't mind maths and history was great
The adventures we made up me and my best mate.
Now that I'm older looking back realise
My whole life's been an adventure through this pair of eyes.
Today my thoughts are on Master Sergeant Joe D.
my brother who was four years younger than me.
Growing up Brother Joe was always the battler,
he took no one’s “stuff” and was never a prattler.
At twenty one I entered and Brother Joe came soon,
to the Army’s ways Joe seemed to quickly attune.
He rose to Master Sergeant in his twenty-three years,
four tours in Nam kept family in prayer and tears.
He was highly decorated and many proclaimed a hero,
but when life all boiled down it amounted to zero.
He disappeared from family for thirty plus years,
all this time we searched, prayed, and shed tears.
For his country he did things he couldn’t forget,
then died lost from family, in a sea of regret.
Joe isn’t there but a headstone marks his spot,
to remind of his surviving the Viet Cong onslaught.
His life is a shadowbox that hangs on our wall,
I’m reminded of Joe each time I enter the hall.
So today, I pray that for life choices he did atone,
as for me, Joe will never become as a forgotten stone.
Now he speaks with words so clear,
His aims increase with every year.
He’s growing up with height and grace,
Yet, gives us all the same embrace.
The world is wide, and so he knows,
To send his love wherever he goes.
His kindness, deeper than before,
Is something I can only adore.
Though time has passed, he is the same,
With love that burns a lovely flame.
I watch him now, a man in bloom,
Still shining love in every room.
He’s like a gem that ever glows,
With love inside forever grows.
18/02/2025
awkwardly waiting, ‘in-between’
not yet adults, no longer tweens
larvae-like lurking, behind-the-scenes
‘fore bursting their shells, onto life’s screen
Two toddlers laughing and playing in the sand with balls and toys.
Their sweet friendly nature, being together, each one enjoys.
As the two friends grew and are now all of seven,
One’s parents are loving, the others are in heaven.
One has pretty clothes and views the world with delight.
One yearns for kind words and a hug at night.
Life goes by and now the two are turning eight,
Watching for someone to love her, one child will wait.
Music and dancing and parties are all part of life for one.
One is lucky to be an orphan when all is said and done.
For her life could have been worse with an addicted mother.
But its outings and dolls and making a fairy garden for the other.
Life mooches on now they are ten, life is glitter and ballet shoes,
Or its second-hand clothes and pre-loved toys to amuse.
Wonder there is now, being a teen, with jewelry and brand name jeans.
For some that is, and for others, growing up fast is what it means.
One looks forward to prom dresses, friends and dates with boys.
The other looks back to playing in the sand, laughing with balls and toys.
My words written, by others, not truly understood
But if you had ever lived my life then surely would
Imagination put aside I didn’t imagine all the pain
On a better day all the happiness I’ve ever gained
Witnessed the changes for better, or for the worse
There’re so many things out there I would reverse
Growing up cursed myself as to my innocence lost
Fooling with my curiosity, to all the lines I crossed
Wars do not just come and go they just never stop
And, you all will be made to work until you all drop
Made to feel thankful for the roof above your head
For the food on your plate, the quilt upon your bed
We will give you the medicines, but never the cure
Giving you another illness that you have to endure
It does not do to stand up to corporates like a boss
As thrown in the Kirk yard, they will your body toss
Hey, the day is sunny I’m going to enjoy 'coz I can
“Cause if you knew what I knew, you’d understand
Life is for the living grab it while you can is my plan
Learning to duck and dive, playing the straight man
Because I can . . .
We come to life without a choice,
And soon we start to have a voice.
We learn to be so very nice,
And we prepare to pay the price.
When we advance in age and mind,
We also learn to be as kind
To us, yes us, for all we know,
And care for us so as we grow.
If we love all so much and well,
We should love us so much as well.
The self inside does live on care
So, care for it and be as fair.
I saw God rob the poor box
take a beggar out to eat
two burgers and a coffee
a loaves and fishes feast.
I saw God in the alley
drape his coat around a bum
watched him walking slowly
on dark streets of lonely numb
saw Him in the playground
share his crackers with a friend.
I saw God on the battlefield
console an orphaned child
saw Him wipe her tears away
replace them with His own.
I saw Him on the subway
rise and let the tired sit.
Saw Him in the canned goods aisle
reach items on high shelves
saw the gratitude in those
who can’t do it for themselves.
I asked God what was going on
said “Hey, God, whassup!”
He smiled and said: “ just watching
my Angels growing up.”
That'd be
...Me! :-)
He he he
Finding excuses, child’s play
Just wish your mistakes away
Never a rainy day for you
Compliments only and trophies too
You’re the best there ever was
At least that’s the ‘round here buzz’
You hit a friend smack in the jaw
Not to worry, no one saw
Insulted your teacher after school
Her hands are tied, that’s the rule
You’re the Teflon kid we all love to hate
You’ll get yours someday, just wait…
Hey, little lost Lamb,
get with the program.
Which Ewe you belong,
there'd Ewe's graze beyond.
Be there just one Ewe,
one Ewe that you knew.
Why'd you look at me,
for it cannot be.
For a dad, I am,
not Ewe, but a Ram.
Thank my lucky star,
this is where you are.
Is this your Lamb, Ewe?
Yes dear Ram, thank you.
Come my precious one,
for we are quite done.
Well, son, what say you,
between Ram and Ewe?
Dad's an Aries sign,
but Ewe'll do just fine.
The end of hazing,
it's time for grazing.
There’s a Monster Watching TV With Me!
by Lanier Thomas
I know there is a monster watching over my shoulder.
I wouldn’t think that if I were only a bit older.
I feel it whenever I watch cartoons on my TV.
I think it enjoys each and every one as much as me.
I’ve never seen the monster, at least I do not think so.
When I do look I see my old black striped tabby cat, though.
As I get older I won’t have this weird situation.
Mom tells me I will outgrow my wild imagination.
How many poets did I know growing up
I knew doctors, lawyers and bricklayers
Teachers, bookkeepers, naysayers
Local politicians and crossing guards
‘Handicapped’ people, we called them ‘retards’
I knew the guy who drove the ice cream truck
A professional gambler who was quick with a buck
I even knew a minister, rabbi, and priest
People from the coast, the south, and the Middle East
But I never knew a poet growing up
Seems that most were old or deceased
Growing up, I was 'muy macho'
(from eating Cheerios, instead of Nachos)
My younger sister thought she was faster than me
Well, I'd show her -- Ha, ha; he hee
We raced across two front lawns into an empty lot
We bet five dollars on the race to sweeten the pot
I took off like a rabbit, I wanted that five dollars bad
At the empty lot, I looked back to see what chance sis had
She'd given up, the money was mine
At which time ---
I ran into a rockpile, turned my ankle, started to cry
Pictured my friends' laughter: You're faster than your sister
~ you 'muy macho' guy
Snuggling in with my 'Mushie'*
singing bed-time lullabies
Watching the smile on his face
eyes close, smile spreads wide
Soft, I go now, to let you grow
and while at first it seemed slow
Now you're a soldier in the IDF**
~ though sweet lullabies never left
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*'Mushie' was the family nickname for
my youngest son, Doniel Yosef Wolf.
**'IDF' = Israel Defense Forces