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
Categories:
doted, care, devotion, image, money,
Form: Rhyme
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
Categories:
doted, death, emotions, grief, heartbroken,
Form: Quatrain
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!
Categories:
doted, family,
Form: Free verse
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.
Categories:
doted, celebrity, character, confidence, confusion,
Form: Rhyme
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!
Categories:
doted, garden,
Form: Free verse
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
Categories:
doted, poetry,
Form: Free verse
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
April 14, 2021
A Pet Minichu Contest
Sponsor: Mohan Chutani
Categories:
doted, dog, pets,
Form: Rhyme
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.
Categories:
doted, bereavement, cancer, death, fun,
Form: Rhyme
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
Categories:
doted, life, love,
Form: Rhyme
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 “.
Categories:
doted, anti bullying, appreciation, courage,
Form: Acrostic
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
Categories:
doted, grief, lost love,
Form: Tail-rhyme
nobody loves like a poet
goodbye, farewell
true love I say to you
with crying and devotion
and having heart to lose
with words so fond
emotions doted on
the angst, the if
the hope,
the examination of love
the cross examination of love
loss found
old age
grief, the unrequited
maybe if we stopped musing
we’d have love
then our words would burst with the
hyperbole of love
poets are born to love
born to love love
born to feel deeply about everyone
born to lose love so they can write about love
love more that most to be able to love
and make it the adorable of human emotions
romantic Romeos of the rhyme
recite magic of the rhythm
Persian verse, eros first
anyone who has ever written
a love poem
knows
nobody but nobody loves like a poet
5/19/19
YOUR CHOICE,any form,any theme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
Categories:
doted, love, poetry, poets,
Form: Free verse
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
Categories:
doted, feelings,
Form: ABC
A horizontal man beaten by life vicissitudes
Don’t flog
On him dump not platitudes
To clog his misfortune on the blog
Where his reputation you whip
Out of shape, out of contention
To snip and nip
The devotion
Once on him you doted
Unstintingly
As him you courted
Ingratiatingly
Until he fell on hard times
Sunken and forsaken
As clock chimes
Never mistaken
Heralded a new era
For wheels to spin for the better the man’s fortunes
Adding an invincibility and indefatigability edge to the aura
The man with gratitude received to the accompaniment of melodies and tunes
That turned three hundred and sixty degrees
The man’s life towards a new magnetic North
That engendered the commencement of pedigrees
That enabled the man to rise from ashes and burst forth
Carving him a niche of happiness under the sun
Smiling and styling
New horizons in a vertical zone
Filled to the brim with a brand new feeling of healing.
Categories:
doted, poems,
Form: Free verse
Divorce Court
He doted on phishing, that viral, newfangled
invasion, though most of his handshakes got tangled.
He fumbled his Trojans, cunningly dangled
in front of my mouse so that I would be wangled
to click on the bait. My nerve ends were jangled.
And next came the item that put me in shock.
He wrote an apology titled, “Dot Doc.”
I needed a password with which to unlock
those few paltry bytes. They were all poppycock.
I guess I went into a meltdown, it’s true.
I said, “Keep your floppy and upload it, too,
but as for as this notional marriage, we’re through.”
I wouldn’t have minded so much, I suppose,
but he gave me an Apple instead of a rose.
I went to my room and I cried for a week.
Do I wish him well? No. I hope he is strangled.
Are you ready to guess who he is? Knock, Knock.
Who’s there? Sad to say, my ex-husband is Who,
the cyberpunk man I unwittingly chose.
Instead of a lover, I married a geek.
02/16/2018
Minuanetta
chremamorphism
Categories:
doted, anger, divorce, light, wife,
Form: Rhyme
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