Darn kids arrive and turn lives upside down,
Doted and loved and they don’t have a clue,
That parents haven’t a way around it -
But unconditionally, through and through.
For starters we’re awake from sleepless nights,
Then toddlers’ tantrums test our calm and cool.
And folks, please note, we’re stripped of spanking rights
As soon as darn kids start going to school.
Darn kids grow up and out of childhood bliss,
Some move away or in, if basement’s spare.
Now sleepless nights are somehow dearly missed,
It’s daily worries parents have to bear.
Based on facts darn kids don’t make exceptions,
‘Who is loved more’ stems from misconceptions.
None is perfect thus no one is to blame -
We’re hardwired to love them all the same.
They were married many years ago..
and since that day have hardly ever been apart…
They like to think of their life together…as a living work of art.
They have always shared their laughter
their tears, their hopes…
their fears their dreams…their stress…
and often feel extremely blessed…
for a love so effortless.
They think of all the joys they’ve shared…
all the storms they’ve had to weather…
and how lucky they have been…
to grow up…
and grow old…together.
They’ve raised a family…they’ve seen their children grow,
their grandchildren they’ve doted on…
these days they sit back and wonder…
where all the time has gone.
But these days they are also happy….
reliving every moment,
every hope and dream they can…
from the dream they made only yesterday…
all the way back…
to when and where their dreams began.
Huuhhg, huuhhg
Cried?! Call
Hallway
Ever cried
Call way
Rounded strings
Parent darings
Love you going
Eyes in minds spearing
To yell when it dries
A city inside
Rounded states
Hats tilting despair
Losing footing
In a hand worth turning
Parents darling
Missed the meaning of spent
Before you return
City squares I've made,
Steps upon all ponds
Travel days, nights as dawn
World's go to run
Having all dreams in done
Yet hearing the shore
Foreign and open latching boards
We waste under joy
Bereaved he'll stay a boy
I could decide that you are bad
And people urge to judge you mad,
If you would often keep your dad
Thinking that he could not be glad,4
Because you had him made a pad:
A bearer of what leaves one sad,
Often misspending Hard- earned wad,
On every craze, every cursed fad:
You, his doted -upon lad:
The one in megaphones he had
memories are the sweetest recompense when faced with imminent death ~ by poet
We were two for forty amative years.
I turned toward you for comfort and strength.
You came to me with your deepest dark fears.
We lifted each other and talked at length.
Each doted on the other with respect.
Our distinct differences made us whole.
The other’s support we came to expect.
Each other’s success was our greatest goal.
As successive years grew long and longer,
the wrinkles showing as we became old,
the bond between us grew strong and stronger.
Subsequent aging grew tougher, more bold.
Then Old Man Death in his black raiment came.
He proceeded to do what must be done.
My shattered life will never be the same.
We were two – woefully, now we are one.*
* HEY beautiful PS poets/poetesses. The greatest compliment to me as a poetess is that I can evoke such caring, emotional comments from colleagues. I have received so many soulful, prayerful thoughts and caring condolences about this poem, I would feel dishonest if I did not report that this is entirely a work of FICTION. My humble thanks to you all. With love, Linda
Eighty-six and still counting
Got a whole bunch more years to come
Longevity is rampant in my family
I'm the youngest of eight children
Seven sisters and finally li'l ole me
One sister managed to make it to ninety-four
Four lived into their eighties
In fact my only surviving sister is ninety-three
And two lived into their late seventies
My mummy lived to eighty-two
But my poor dear old daddy only lived to sixty-seven
Cancer got him
Usually when hearing about seven sisters
This is what follows, “Wow! You must have been spoiled”
What does that mean... like meat that's gone bad?
I guess you could say I was doted on!
Loved it... I recommend it!
An enduringly charming singer,
His heard voice did linger,
His conquering kicks of a Ninja,
To The Despairing, a ginger.
Wondrously effusive a singer,
His lyrics a bell ringer
And to millions, their Bliss Bringer:
Losers to the heists of Dead Dillinger.
His rhythms rolled the ball of God Wingers,
The strings of his guitars plucked by practised fingers.
Every handed Grammy,
For his doted - upon mummy,
Some of the songs he did tailor,
For his Elizabeth Taylor.
For the most part doubly likeable,
And a character quite believable,
Save for the wanton plastic surgeries,
Describable in terms of body forgeries…
It had to be a Virgo’s tinkering with one’s health,
In same willing to sink unthinkable wealth.
My lovely Aloe Vera houseplant.
Why are you so unhappy?
Is it me?
What more could I have done?
I dusted and washed your spiky leaves.
I waited until your roots were dry
before I watered them just enough.
You sat in a lovely warm spot,
out of the sun and draughts.
I gently sprayed your leaves with
just the right stuff to nourish them.
There was slow release fertiliser
around your roots and mulch on top.
I checked your skin for mites and diseases
every other day.
I shunned all thought of bringing
any other plants into the house.
I knew you did not like company, nor shade.
You are my own true love,
I doted on you alone.
What more can I do?
I beg you Vera, be happy, please!
A an and an a
both besotted beguiled
care careened carelessly
devilish d doted dangerously
envy exploded evil evolved
for fate faked future fates featuring fatalities
gradually giggles gone
Happiness halted hope honestly harmed
I ill imagine images imaginary
just judge jest jump justify
Kick knee kill keep
labouring lets laugh less lastly
Stole my heart at first sight
He followed my steps because he was devoted
Brown eyes, bright
He was cherished
A handsome pup, silken coated
Perished
Heartache
How I doted
Jake
Stole my heart at first sight
A handsome pup, silken coated
Jake
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Death’s undisturbed progress.
And a doted-upon songstress:
In the musical battle field, Matchless Tigress,
Now being taught unforgettable lessons by Skin Cancer,
Her concerned doctors all robbed of an answer;
Likely now to linger only for a few days
In line with the prophecies of carried out x-rays.
The blotches on her skin unbelievably catholic
To dare a long gaze at them, first some alcoholic
Each of them over time has become bizarre
All of them raucously shouting “Here, we are!”
A fall out of musical songstress experimentations
With the skin lightening,
The sequel to her importations
Of the dermis–revealing;
Previously wondrous and mindset promotional
A veritable time bomb and weapon unconventional.
Was she three? Hard to know now, it might have been more,
the "what's that" stage of childhood that loves to explore!
She was child of a couple that lived next to us.
We were students in college, who'd not think to fuss
at such cuteness discovered in package so small.
We both doted upon her I think I recall
To her parent's delight (but though never all night)!
"Oh, what's this?" she asked one day (a tube grabbed by elf),
my kaleidoscope lifted from perch on its shelf.
"A kaleidoscope, sweetheart!" I said, no reproof.
Had her mom seen her reach though, she'd sure 'hit the roof!'
Who could tell at the time, this child close as I'd come,
Though with missiles in Cuba, worse fate feared by some!
No man's child will survive if the earth takes a dive!
"A kaleidoscope?" Truly, her diction was bright!
She beamed smile like a miracle, rainbows of light
as she learned how to turn tube to make patterns change
that may not get repeated (although that sounds strange)
any more than a snowflake once born meets its twin.
Oh, there'll never be gambler more pleasured by win
should Christ offer him Grace! That was look on her face!
Long Tooth
June 3rd in 2020
Shadow the darkness to bring in the light.
Ephemeral fright should not strangle you , ?ghting the bad fate.
Remember, you are the only one to cause yourself delight.
Ebullient life awaits you , so, don’t choose wrong route or be late.
Nectar for success lies in hard work and faith.
Defenestrate your fears , to nurture your path to contentment.
Illustrious rumours on life may tremble you which were spread by rote.
Proclivity for hard work can negate those rumours, make a note.
Impregnable belief accompanied by good will , will lead you to the denouement.
Take all possible righteous paths for the aim you doted,
Yearned, adored and once you ?nish your part, believe the concept of “SERENDIPITY “.
Was it something I said inadvertently
Did my eyes reveal uncertainty
O, why'd you leave
Was my rapt listening inattentive
Or passion's kisses uninventive
O, how I grieve
Alcohol, not once did I abuse
Or narcotics ever use
O, the sighs I've heaved
To the kids, I was devoted
On your mother, I always doted
O, please believe...
That now I'll never be the same
That I'll forever myself blame
~ To your memory, I will cleave
The princes of visual and novel worlds are lies
And so are the ones that are seen
They're much too perfect and much too flawed
And also way too pristine
I'd like to become one of those creatures
The ones that are longed to exist
From princes to wizards to kings and teachers
And a thousand others on my list
So WHY WHY WHY do I want it so
The people that are doted after oh
So why do I prance on like a shot dead doe
Along like this I could never go
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