Long Amends Poems
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Maddie, Maddie, mud pie maker,
born to be a beaming baker.
When making mud pies she feels free,
here is her secret recipe:
In the searing summer sun, go grab a garden hose,
then scoop a hole and have some fun, perhaps behind a rose.
There you’ll make a perfect puddle, ankle deep will do,
then add ten scoops of garden dirt, measure with your shoe.
Add some bugs for extra protein, house flies are nutritious,
my pet Bill the Bullfrog says: “they taste so delicious.”
Now jump right in and stomp around, watch for little fish,
use both your hands to scoop some mud, squeeze it squish, squish, squish.
Then place the mud on Daddy’s car, or Mommy’s, on the hood,
where its hot enough to bake a mud pie oh so good!
You can eat it all yourself or share it your friends.
Best to bake on laundry day so as to make amends.
March 16, 2021
Nursery Rhyme 2 Poetry Contest Sponsored by Eve Roper
Hours slowly tick away bringing in another night,
have we lived our day to the fullest showing cheerfulness,
or wasted it idling away: dreaming and waiting on luck?
Now, it can't return and make amends for that loss!
Make your days memorable, freeze them in time
as sculptures not smeared with dust or grime;
their images reflect their souls gone in eternity,
see those blank eyes that seek our sympathy!
If death scares us, defeat that thought with faith;
we can pray and make any fear vanish from thought,
some are hopeless, others go on and become stronger...
why surrender to despair and lay in a rocking chair?
Age can confine us to loneliness, it's a harsh punishment
imposed on ourselves...isn't it the conviction of the feeble
expecting to die alone without the presence of comfort?
Why forget what you lived? Your story can be so incredible!
Down on the floor,
where everyone thinks they are better,
a curious feeling starts to swell in my throat.
The air is cool against my skin,
tinged with the faint metallic scent of sweat
and the sharp sweetness of perfume.
The starting chords of a song
that lives within my spirit
rise through the crowd, vibrating through the soles of my boots
and rattling my chest with every beat.
I shout and I scream.
The tears begin to fall.
A moment of silence hits me like a wall,
the sudden stillness heavy, almost sacred.
The energy of the room cradles it all.
Then the beat picks up.
I let the tears run,
stamping my boots,
my fried vocals
anoint the release.
Hand on my heart,
I feel it in my bones.
I must move.
And so I dance some more,
spinning, swaying,
lost in the pitch black starry background,
still screaming those chorus lyrics,
my lifeline so many times before.
I shout the bridge
with one of my favorite artists.
The grief releases,
the anger frees,
the gratitude hums quietly,
a note still lingering in the dark.
Can’t you see
that it’s art that saved me?
The song ends
as I make amends
with those versions of me
who arrived in tears.
I applaud and scream once more,
and cringe at the people I used to be before.
My friend I want you to know
That happy for you I am
As before the coming snow
You will have a baby in a pram.
Your shower today was nice
I thought I could handle it.
But my heart is not ice
For jeaousy I feel this I admit.
I feel like a loon
My babies gone
No lullabies to croon
No being woke at dawn.
I thought I could handle this
Be here for my dear friend
But there is gaping abyss
And I do not want to offend.
This your day to shine
And do well to not frown
And to not even let out a whine
Though in sorrow I drown.
I leave the shower
My wounds to lick.
In my own space cower
Pain in my heart does stick.
I am now alone
I lay here and cry.
In agony I moan
And in misery I sigh.
I really am a lousy friend.
For how can I feel sad?
How can I make amends
and tell you why I am bad?
No more baby showers for me
I cannot do this
To much pain for this to be
For me there is no bliss.
My arms do so ache
For the babies that are mine.
How much more pain can I take?
How much longer will I pine?
Can anyone understand
What I truly am?
A mother in no man's land
Whose tears have broke the dam.
A mother who misses
Her children each day.
I miss thier kisses,
Their bedlam and fun way.
Why can I not heal?
Why must agony sear
And my fate and theirs seal
For this I do fear.
I thought I was doing good
But as you can see
This pain gets me where I stood
And still gets the best of me.
Baby girl what's going on, I know we ain't talked in awhile
But I miss your beautiful face, your walk & your smile
I've been trying to call for quite some time
You're on my mind when I grind, the reason why I write these rhymes
I want you to know that I care for you
I don't want you to go, baby I'm here for you
I know you hate being alone please just pick up the phone & if you doubt my words I'll make the picture crystal clear for you
I swear I'm through with the games I played
But in making amends through forsaken sins I still ain't got a clue what I can do to get you through this pain I made
Early on I was young & dumb, I mean we was basically kids who didn't think with our wits
Looking back on it now I can admit it was foul & I'm sorry for what happened but the mindset I was trapped in wouldn't allow me to stand equipped as your Captain who vowed to sink with the ship
I've tried to apologize & I've been calling but you don't answer so I bite my tongue while asking myself why am I even sweating you though
Than again I'm all in so I take it on the chin, I'll keep calling because we ain't falling & like cancer I ain't letting you go
Lost in thought thinking of you & only you, frozen mind like in a trance or a dream
I snap back to reality just to hit your phone line only to hear your voice again on your answering machine
"All the little pieces,
fragments and crumbs of life."
John Ruskin
The troubles, the love,
the fears and the spice.
Make us what we are today.
Show us where we went astray.
Genetics of course play a part.
wit, talent, mood and smart.
Your fist step into first love.
Those highs of emotion truly absurd.
Insecurities we gather and carry
inform who we should marry.
Too late the wisdom of age dictates,
who would have been the perfect mate.
Our little offspring pick up clues.
Some from me and some from you.
Unintentionally we guide them unwisely.
History repeating itself precisely.
Through it all true love prevails.
We have it in abundance, females.
Mother to child, friend to friend.
It's love in the end that makes amends.
03/09/2020
for All The Little Pieces Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Just sitting in my man cave contemplating,
thinking of the year about to close;
reflecting on our world and it’s frustrating
seeing our great nation decompose.
Our Congress is dead locked in fierce debating,
seems there’s little hope for compromise;
the President forever tweets; berating
those who disagree with his surmise.
Across the sea the Russians show aggression;
Putin now is rattling his sword.
The Middle East is still without concession;
showing little hope of peace accord.
This year has been a time for feeling sadness,
losing fam’ly members and some friends,
but in the midst of all this glaring madness,
still I’m holding hope for some amends.
I’m hoping we can put this din behind us,
moving forward to the coming year,
and making ’19 so much better, and thus
gaining us a future that’s more clear.
December 28, 2018
Tomorrow is our last,
To be free;
So let us make it last,
You and me
Yesterday’s deeds are done
Let us go
We gave our bravest son
Let him go
I wish upon this star
Every night
To meet my avatar
Golden light
She lifts my gaze skyward
Bound to rest;
Bitter tears fell downward
She carress’d
Lest you hear not, my dear
(Hold your breath)
Chance’s song plays on fear
(Long live death)
Years end is clearly near
-yours to bless
Only the young die here
-what a mess
So this is how it ends?
Just tonight!
Without love’s amends?
Don’t take flight!
Pardon that I bother
(But you think
Talking of your father
There’s the link)
When all said and done
(Here he goes)
We do not have to run
(He who knows)
Apples fall near their tree;
Hold me tight!
Tender love makes me free
Get it right!
Shake it off, life makes dust
Say again?
That’s right mister it must
Play again
Is that how living works?
You might say
Behind dream’s nothing lurks?
You can pray
Listen close little man:
Here is how
Life’s history began
Tell me now
East of eden were wo-
Men calling
To lead away the wo-
Men’s falling
With serpent’s tooth at bay
Arms akimbo
The poison had no sway
God’s limbo
There are no bones to pick
Understand?
Nor wounds or sores to lick
Take my hand
Look, it’s a bit like this:
End the strife
Give each your warmest kiss
Long live life
The yuletide is here, with all its trappings,
And I'll count my blessings to finally see
My favorite package, in all her wrappings ...
You, My Love, 'neath our Christmas tree ...
I'm impatient as kids, goodness knows,
Swooning to savor those holiday sweets,
But Santa has managed with trims and bows
To hide all the best of your tastiest treats ...
I know our last tousle was fits and stalls,
So let's make amends by the fire with care ...
I'll do my darnedest to deck all your halls,
Weaving the garland to streak your hair ...
Oh, how divine, the grabs and grapples,
Our kindled pursuit of a Christmas truce,
Your thighs, firmly shaped for squeezing apples,
But devoted, as I, to that sparkling juice ...
And should we yet dare to imbibe that cider,
Attending our wassails long through the night,
I'm sure that your hearth will be warming wider,
So keeping our passions AND holidays ... bright!
~ 3rd Place ~ in the "Cool Writes And Imagination" Poetry Contest, Kim Rodrigues, Judge & Sponsor.
Mr.Moon I have some questions,
I demand you tell me so.
For you've caused a lot of trouble-
Beginning long ago.
Mr.Moon I need some answers;
For I'm building up my case,
Every one around the world;
Called me a disgrace.
Firstly why did you stalk me and
Follow me in my journey?
Am speaking to you; right to you,
From this public gurney.
Was it the stars?
I know they are your friends,
Mr.Moon I'm trying hard here;
With you to make amends.
Mr.Moon I should not had mooned you;
but why did you tell sun?
To get a few mere answers;
I'll admit that you have won.
Why do you moon me?
Why can't I moon you?
Soon the doctors of this place;
Are doing my review.
C'mon, we be friends,
Give me some suggestions,
Will take heed of what you say;
Please answer these few questions.