Culverhouse Poems | Examples

da DUM da

It seems there’s a certain melodious beat 
discovered reusing these metrical feet.
You can’t help but tap it
first slow, and then rapid:
an odd syncopation that brings ears a treat.


H/T to Ostrich Learning to Swim by Clive Culverhouse

A Bio Of Me

Baby 
A soul who is appreciative, creative, empathetic, spiritual
Mother of Tommy, Jr., Phyllis Brooks, and Doris Culverhouse     
I love to read, write poetry, and observe nature
I try to keep my heart open to joy, gratitude, and hope
At times I fear death of my spouse, loneliness, and dementia
I would love to experience healing of the earth, end of war, and see Jesus
I am a resident of Thomaston, USA
Morgan

At times my children show their love
It seems to arrive on time and fit like a glove
My husband can be my supportive friend
Whom I believe will love me until the end

I Don'T Care For Snakes

I don't care for snakes
They hiss and bluff me
I'm not really sure
Is he friend or foe

Cats, I really take
Though cats don't give she
any return purr
 any loves warm glow

Steps away not fake, 
soft as cotton he
claws like prickled burrs
begins tapping slow

Around pretty lake
Strolling light as bee
Among fair flowers
Light dainty halo

Set atop him, make
head held high as thee
proud hero allures
and females follow 

Prancing gay fine rake
along path, high knee
dance he follows pure
His own tune mellow

I don't care for snakes
They hiss and bluff me
I'm not really sure
Is he friend or foe



By Doris Culverhouse
6/12/2021

April

April my arch nemesis
In fact, I get quite ill
I sneeze, my eyes turn red
Three times a day take pills

Don't get me wrong, my friend
Spring green trees are a thrill
I do love those flowers dear
For they are the real deal  


I got the idea from Doris Culverhouse(our daughter) from the email she sent me with her parody to Ralph Waldo Emerson's poem April.

Anne Victim of Alzhiemer Diesase

Anne

Your words pierce me like the dagger of my demise
The cold neglect burns hot against my flesh
Scarring the heart of lonely discarded dreams.

Your words clank across sharp teeth, icy and dismissive of my worth
Priceless are the treasures of life; would you call me your treasure?

Your unspoken words stand like a wall tower to the heavens
Unpenetreble by tender longings of a girls heart
To be safe, loved and cherished has passed me by

I shall fade away a little each day
I shall see who notices, let me hide; will you seek me?
Do I remember you? do I remember love?
09/10/2015 by Doris Ann Kendrick Culverhouse

The Birthdays

The Birthdays

You came into the world in the  afternoon
A tiny bundle with red tuff of fine hair
Ready to leave your safe and warm cocoon
Not fussy, life entered with little flare

We prayed for you and God provided great Joy 
A slim long bundle of happiness, God's blessing 
We were full of love and gratefulness, my boy 
Wonderful companion so much love overflowing

From you came this little boy who added much
Adorned  with such wonderful physical traits
Downy skin, strong finger grips, powerful touch 
Born with minutes to spare ALMOST late for the date. 

Two generations remembered by the third
Clear as a crystal nothing at all blurred

Collaborative poem written by Sara Kendrick
And  Doris Culverhouse
First Stanza: Sara
Second Stanza: Doris
Third Stanza first two lines: Sara
Third Stanza last two lines: Doris
Summary couplet: Sara

The Old Grist Mill

[img src="http://www.wallpaperpassion.com/upload/18797/water-mill-wallpaper.jpg"]

the old grist mill stands
nestled in the rocky bank..
red fall leaves surreal............................by Sara Kendrick
 
vibrant blue sky glows stronger
shadowing my dim life's light.......................By Doris Culverhouse
 
red stained swift water
rushes onward to the sea..
slow decaying mill.............................by Sara Kendrick 
 
Vibrant life vacant
Emotions rush, rapids flow
heart and zest soggy....................................by Doris Culverhouse
 
The once spinning wheel silent
Red Birds watch an era leave........................By Sara Kendrick

rocks wear smoothly slick 
as time ticks a new way starts
Cycling ways and days......................by Doris Culverhouse

Old Grist Mill

the old grist mill stands
nestled in the rocky bank
red fall leaves surreal

Vibrant blue sky glows stronger
Shadowing my dim life's light

red stained swift water
rushes onward to the sea...
slow decaying mill

vibrant life vacant
emotions rush, rapids flow
heart and zest soggy

The once spinning wheel silent
Red Birds watch an era leave  

rocks wear smoothly slick
as time ticks a new way starts
cycling ways and days



Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
Contest: New Contest Team Work
Sara Kendrick 1, 3, 5
Doris Culverhouse 2, 4, 6
Written September 19, 20, 21

Written from a picture of an Old Grist Mill
Themes Red, Water, Grist Mill, Fall

Death

Not a poem just a note..
Our daughter"s(Doris Culverhouse that is on this site )
mother-in-law died about 3 A.M. today Thursday
January 3...
It has been a busy day..

Caleb C

My last name is Culverhouse. My first name is Caleb.
Words that describe me are kind, smart, shy, and curious.
My dad is Wayne C.
My mom is Doris C.
I think the government should get their money cut until they fix things.
I think if my dad could get free time he could be a pro artist!
The only things I fear are stinging bugs, certain spiders, and death.
An animal I like are my three pet geese, ideas are the PS3, and things that are EXPLODING!!!!!
I would love to see Tybee island again.
I would love to see Stone Mountain Park.
I want to go to Myrtle Beach N.C.
I live on Waymanville road
Thomaston G.A.

Written by my son, Caleb C., for school 
He is 13 and in the eigth grade.

Blowing a Kiss To You

. 
Blowing to you a loving kiss
           Up the country hillside
      Contains a mother's love and care
            That will always abide  

Sponsor: Michael J. Falotico
Contest: Blowing A Kiss To You
Dedicated to : Doris Culverhouse

Artist Palette

Green blades gently sway 
soft colors give tender eye joy
artist holds  palette 

Written by : Doris Culverhouse...daughter

Buttercups In Sunshine

Glory
Story

Showy
Glowy

Sight
Flight

Yellow
Halo

Daffodil contest hosted by Francine Roberts
3/1/12
Doris Culverhouse

The View Backyard

57577 tanka

Contest:The  View (of my yard)
Sponsor:  Francine Roberts

Written by Doris Culverhouse

Nature's view changes
Familiarity seen
Birds and deer tasting
All of my precious flowers
Attacked like the evil one

Dad's barn and garden
Wayne's great carved flower beds
The tractor and shed 
Always steady, strong present
Workers, lovers of the land

Dedicated to my Dad and Hubby!!

Lanterne Nette Onclaud Contest

1-2-3-4-1 syllables x 2 no rhymes

Fly
away
Heavy can't
Hold me back no
More

High
Whisper
angel wings
Spirits release
chains


by Doris Culverhouse
Contest:  Lanterne on Andrew Wyeth's painting (curtain blowing in the wind)
Sponsor:  Nette Onclaud

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