Long Bumpity Poems
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The child is a poet with innocent eyes
And a bumpity A-B-C rhyme,
A dancer whose feet with the rhythm of life
Move in jubilant one-two-three time.
The child is a doctor who heals with a kiss
And treats with a serum called smile,
A researcher who seeks out the meaning of life,
Then explains it with unflinching style.
The child is a chef who makes sandwich and Kool-Aid
And thinks it a royal repast,
A hero who battles the monsters and villains
And renders our land safe at last.
The child is a teacher, a sleuth, an explorer,
Controller of race car and ship,
Possessor of limitless spirit and mind
With holster and gun at the hip.
Reflections of children shine pure in the eyes
Of those who are watching them grow,
Remembering times when the sunrise meant journeys
To lands where adults cannot go.
Written in 1987
One for you kiddies out there!
Have you hugged a llama today
Or a bunny or a kangaroo
You'll feel all squiggly and giggly inside
And a bit rumpity bumpity too
Not only will you feel all squiggly inside
But these guys will be wearing a grin
They sure like receiving those huggeroonies
You'll notice their tails start to spin
So if you spy a sad looking teddy
Or a kitten with eyes full of tears
Tell them you love 'em and hold 'em tight
You'll chase away all of their fears
Tonight when Mommy tucks you in
And gives you a big snuffily kiss
Remember the lonely animals out there
Blow them a kiss and don't miss
There's a moral here but I haven't found it
Maybe it's hiding under a chair
Hugging llamas and other poor creatures
Will really show that you care
© Jack Ellison 2013
The toddler turns his face and grins
Bouncing along with a bumpity bump bump
The rest of the room stops to watch
Everyone feeling uplifted and happy
He is lying on his mommy now,
Flat out, with arms around her
Snuggling into her neck
We feel his warmth across the room
All we need now is a puppy someone says
One comes running, demanding to be petted.
It is a golden retriever, showing us that life is good
Reminding us that it is the small things that matter
We leave the party feeling lighter and younger.
Best party in a long time, my partner says.
I concur, smiling as I think of the toddler and the puppy.
Life is terrific. The key is to look for its greatness.
a race in life, a race in town
on our bicycles down the slope,
little daughter, colourful gown,
two pink sparkling cheeks, full of hope!
knew the game for me was to lose,
to make her feel the champ she wished,
had to do all to hide that ruse,
lest she feel her efforts diminished.
the whistle went sharp and clear,
blown by none other than wife,
off we went speeding without fear,
bumpity bump, laughing, happy life.
the gentle slope conveyed her on,
while I struggled to grapple with the road,
her happy giggles that Sunday morn,
held key to my own happiness code.
She reached the line well before me,
stood victorious leaning on her bike,
shook her hand down on my knee,
setting her up to win life’s race alike.
Bumpity-bump, slowly, through the airports six times.
My husband gets the exercise and excitement, I crave.
Too much,
as he sees them let go
on the decline - I’m soaring without wings
but who knows
as I
can only see ahead, not behind.
Quickly, we whizz
to catch our shuttle.
I can see THIS
as the driver darts me to and through.
I can’t see YOU - my husband
who can’t keep up.
I’m sure the driver,
with his hands maneuvering the chair,
without a care-in-the-world,
and laughter in his race,
only has his eyes on the prize.
He longs to catch up
to his next ride.
My husband is quite tired as he drives us home,
after being
quite awake.
I’m just glad to tidy up, do the laundry, and find home
in my faithful chair, and enjoy the embrace of
peace and quiet,
and a bite of Antoinette’s Sweets
(her renowned’ orange-chocolate), after a busy vacation.
SCHOOL BUS- -
When I wake up in the morning;
My alarm is so alarming;
This is a special morning;
Cause I got to bet ready for school today;
I do my hygiene;
Brush my teeth
After breakfast;
Then my mother or older sister
Does my hair…
I’ve got bout’ ten minutes left
To git outside…
For the school bus
School bus
Bumpity bump
It takes us to school
Through the morning traffic…
School bus I love you
I love you
I love you
When we come to mid-day;
Just before recess, we play;
Some of us are getting ready;
Some of us are settling
Going outside to stand at the bus stop..
For the middle of the day…
For the middle of the day…
In the middle of the day…
The middle of the day, we also sing
As the bus is coming to take us home at noon
It’s be here soon…
Awaiting the school bus
School bus
The cool-bus, goes
Bumpity bump
It takes us home when we’re hungry for lunch
Through the noon traffic…
School bus I love you
I love you
I love you
School bus
The cool-bus, goes
Bumpity bump
It takes us home when we’re hungry for lunch
Through the noon traffic…
School bus I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
7/2/74
Written by The Corinthian™ & James Edward Lee©1974, 2019
Written for “ Little Nicey ” Alfreda Denise Adkins---
Have you hugged a llama today
Or a bunny or a kangaroo
You'll feel all squiggly and giggly inside
And a bit rumpity bumpity too
Not only will you feel all squiggly inside
But these guys will be wearing a grin
They sure like receiving those huggeroonies
You'll notice their tails start to spin
So if you spy a sad looking teddy
Or a kitten with eyes full of tears
Tell them you love 'em and hold 'em tight
You'll chase away all of their fears
Tonight when mommy tucks you in
And gives you a big snuffily kiss
Remember the lonely animals out there
Blow them a kiss and don't miss
There's a moral here, haven't found it yet
Maybe it's hiding under a chair
Hugging llamas and other poor creatures
Really tells them you care
THIS QUILT
This quilt a kaleidoscope of
corduroy colours
a struggle to even
out lucid lovers
cotton wool lies in
bumpity flats
I unravel thread
just like that cat !
Stitches are too loose or tight
corners say alright, so blight
while mantras race in light
“THE GRACE OF
IMPERFECTION TIGHT ” !
So like my country of carnivals
which takes too long in its winter
silent squares want to sing
songs of black swans to bring
Quilt quiet queenly comely !
Can I commence a new project ?
another challenging
lesson to learn
fingers ache sore
sessions to earn
this quilt into deep
sheep sleep
forlorn, forlorn
I dream of yellow
corn !
©GhairoDanielsPoetry
&Song2016
Up, up, arduous hills
Coasting down, feeling the thrills
Through the forest and back to asphalt
Navigating this earthly plane that god wrought
Boldy bending curves
Keeping it steady, no swerves
Coasting the electric light highways
Meticulously plodding the murky byways
Hanging on meandering roads
Just riding and shaking the load
Oh, rocky roads go bumpity bump
Holding fast through the thumps
Swampy lands, please travel too
Be it night or day, see yourself come through
Don't hide it
Just ride it
Ride freely
Enjoy abundantly
Slowly in and through the rain, ride
The benevolent sun is shining on the otherside
Have you hugged a llama today
Or a bunny or a kangaroo
You'll feel all squiggly and giggly inside
And a bit rumpity bumpity too
Not only will you feel all squiggly inside
But these guys will be wearing a grin
They sure like receiving those huggeroonies
You'll notice their tails start to spin
So if you spy a sad looking teddy
Or a kitten with eyes full of tears
Tell them you love 'em and hold 'em tight
You'll chase away all of their fears
Tonight when Mommy tucks you in
And gives you a big snuffily kiss
Remember the lonely animals out there
Blow them a kiss and don't miss
There's a moral here but haven't found it yet
Maybe it's hiding under a chair
By hugging llamas and other poor creatures
You'll skip down life's thoroughfare