Long Fix up Poems
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He's really not,
that in to you
a man the loves you
through and through
will be there waiting
calling you
His sister runs
the barricade
he's really not
that in to you
if you want love
heres what you do
find a lover
that wants you
Make a list
of what you want
a man that does not
drink alot
a man that does not
gamble waste
a man that will
fix up your place
if you want to have a life
don't put up with seconds strife
find a man
that's good and true
a man
that will look after you
a man that wants
a good career
but also wants
the time to share
a man that likes
to take the kids
gives you a break
that is worth quids
your agony aunt
is quick to say
build a life
thats full of play
the couple
that enjoys each day
is built to last
and stay that way
AND THERE WILL BE DOORS
leave the kids alone
and there will be doors
sibling’s pounding fist
and a door much too tall
you simply can’t resist
and a door that falls
surely becomes your mattress
and a merciful son
who doesn’t want to see
his sister get into trouble
not this way
for siblings band together
against mother and father
so this handy brother heads
for the garage to find his tools
putting on their monotone faces
as the parents return from the store.
did you ever think how funny it is
the gravitational pull of the earth
to the very spot – is it coincidence?
dad decides to scare his teenagers
bangs his much bigger fist on the wood
and once again the door becomes a bed
and the look on dad’s face is priceless
and of course his son says,”what did you do, dad?
and dad being also handy with fix up jobs
examines the frame. his eyes extend past the lids
huge nails hang onto the empty space
realization becomes a door in outer space
floating through the mind
commiserating with the splintered frame
trying to figure out whose to blame
i explain emphatically
that this will be funny later
the retelling gets old
that memory door opens and closes
3/23/2017
Doors Contest
She wakes at dawn, clock set for eight
she tried to rest- but work won't wait
cooking, cleaning, coffee to brew
“Oh without me, what would they do?”
Breakfast done, she clears the table
bustles down to meet with Mable
whose hydrangeas won't turn blue-
“Oh without me, what would they do?”
Bea had a baby- won't stay long
just tell her what she's doing wrong
these young, new mothers have no clue
“Oh without me, what would they do?”
Stopped at the diner for a bite
re-seasoned soup to make it right
rearranged all their tables, too
“Oh without me, what would they do?”
Old man Gordon's in quite a state
bout of gout from some food he ate
she lectured him on what to do
“Oh without me, what would they do?”
Poor Dora's marriage in distress
(her cheating husband had confessed)
told Dora the whole time she knew
“Oh without me, what would they do?”
Saw her granddaughter- had to stare
then straightened perm out of her hair
so saved the day- no credit due
“Oh without me, what would they do?”
Back home to get the dinner on
reminded Earl to mow the lawn-
clip the hedges, take trash out, too
“Oh without me, what would they do?”
Fell fast asleep once in her bed
dreaming of busy days ahead
advise, arrange, fix up, re-do
“Oh without me, what would they do?”
For lunch today my wife said,
husband, why don’t we eat out.
I said, Honey in these Covid times,
that’s not what I’m about.
You just sit back and rest your feet,
and let me worry about our lunch.
I have the perfect meal in mind,
you’re sure to love it, that’s my hunch.
So I pulled a pound of bacon from the fridge,
slapped it onto my heated griddle.
As soon as it hit the pan it started splattering,
I did a little dance to the sound of the sizzle.
I took a fresh from-the-garden tomato,
sliced it thick (the perfect way).
Toasted two slices of home-baked bread,
and covered them with mayonnaise.
Added just a shake of salt to it,
topped that with a crisp lettuce leaf.
Four slices of brown (but not crunchy) bacon,
makes a sandwich that goes beyond belief.
Once it was all stacked together,
I sliced it at an angle from bottom to top.
Add some BBQ Lays potato chips,
and a glass of ice-cold soda pop.
If you’ve never had one before,
there’s nothing better to satisfy your taste.
Fix up a good ole classic BLT sandwich,
trust me, there’ll be nothing left to waste.
Some say the best part of it all,
and I agree with them I must say.
Your house will smell all bacon-ey,
for the rest of the day.
Katie had a habit of inviting birds home to roost.
She had a fine mansion on a street known as Troost.
Her neighbors heard trills and caws coming out of her roof.
This poem is not the only thing that can provide proof.
Katie was well known as the fix-it-up-queen.
She would fix up any fowl with feathers, even the mean.
Hawks and ravens lived in her attic along with a bat.
They were so intimidating, they frightened her cat.
The cat ran off to another home and adopted another Mom.
The best scenario, if you asked the Pelican, Petey Pee Pom.
The eagles were carnivores and demanded meat.
The penguin required ice, where they floated so sweet.
This is a mixed up mess, a house for the slightly insane.
Said a man who came to visit and got chased off by her crane.
The seagulls and pigeons constructed an army of sorts.
Her animals were well known in all the king’s courts.
We pack our elders away like old photos?
To spend their golden years under roofs of bedsores and neglect.
Is it too much to ask to fix up that spare bedroom?
To spend their last years around love.
Like they once did for us.
When life chewed our hearts and spit us into darkness.
Yes, there will be adjustments and frustration.
They've so little control over their faculties.
(Much like us when we were their babies).
They'll keep us up at night with demands
Just like we once did to them.
So, suck it up-fix up that spare bedroom.
Make the best of it...
Put some thought and heart into it,
A few photos, a vase of smiling flowers.
Sprinkle in a few sunny time mementos.
Hold their hand, stay with them a while.
Keep the drapes open to let a piece of sky in.
Small things make a big difference.
Long ago on some days, yet not so long on others,
I do so recall those days when I was yet a mother.
Days of being careless and having fun,
Not having to be responsible for anyone.
Then one day, a mother is what I became,
Where nothing again was ever quite the same.
The day of birth, we had our official introductions,
Yet, none of you came with a list of instructions!
With each new additional child
Came more issues to be reconciled.
There was no easy and set rules
Nor was I given the necessary tools.
I was not as prepared as I thought,
And most days, I admit, I was overwrought.
That did not mean I did not love you five,
For you each made me feel more alive.
I admit, as a mom, I may have messed up,
Yet, I always was able to find a fix-up.
With you all, I was profound and spellbound,
For no greater love could ever be found.
Now that you all are mostly grown,
And my nest you have certainly flown.
Ever reminded that I am no longer needed,
Also, it seems, at every turn, I am impeded.
Though, some, find my advice and affection offending,
My heart burst with love for you all that is never-ending.
I knew you all would grow up and move out someday,
Yet the feelings are so much more than just dismay.
I am alone, awaiting messages or calls,
Yet, nothing is heard inside these four walls.
When my husband leaves for work each day,
I am usually left with nothing but disarray.
Please always know I love and miss you all,
I also miss all the chaos and even the brawls,
That comes with having children around
Yet, silence is all that can now be found.
Just as I was not prepared on the day you were born,
No one told me I would be left feeling so forlorn.
Reminded daily that I no longer matter
My feelings and heart were all about to shatter.
One day, easier these feelings will become,
Until then, this despair I try not to succumb.
Always know that no matter your qualm,
I always have been and will be your mom.
© Kristy De La Keur Scoville
Once a lovely lady held me in her hands to dig holes,
in her beautiful garden full of flowers of all kinds;
we were always moving things around, here and there,
or planting new- somehow, together we found the space.
When finished she would place me against a brick wall,
of course, that is after she cleaned me, she was so kind;
during the winter she would put me in the garden shed,
then, in the spring out I would come to work with her.
One day she put me against the wall and I just waited,
the day, turned into another day, then weeks, months;
the summer ended, autumn came and went, it was cold,
I leaned on that wall all winter, I could feel the rusting.
Somehow, I knew that lovely lady was gone forever,
I was in a dark place as I watched to garden go to waste;
oh, wished I could just be thrown in the garbage,
then, the summer came and I felt a hand touch me.
It was a young woman, so pretty, she said hello,
you are just what I need to fix up this old garden;
I was so happy to get to work- and we did that day,
she told me that this was her gran's home- now hers.
Each day we worked and soon the garden was delightful,
she would sing as we worked, oh, I loved that so much;
and at the end of the day, she cleaned me very well,
and placed me safe in the garden shed not against a wall.
You want to go out on your own for a beer
Catch up with a friend you’ve not seen for a year
Hear all the news about who’s doing what
How much they earn, and the things they have got
But your wife says now honey, stay home with me?
So you sit and stagnate as you watch the TV
The big games tomorrow you’ve tickets for two
You ask her to go, but there’s so much to do
The fence it needs painting, there’s stuff to repair
The car and the mower the tread on the stair
When the chores are all done and you’ve time that is free
You sit down and watch the big game, on TV
Its spring time its warm and how the sap rises
Your looking for love but there’ll be few surprises
She knows what you mean when you say time for bed
And will promptly announce she’s got pains in the head
So you fix up a sandwich, a nice cup of tea
Then sit there and fester and watch the TV
Let’s go to the lake we can hire a canoe
“I’m sorry I can’t I’ve got ironing to do”
We can take a nice picnic and go to the coast
“There’s no time for that, not with chicken to roast
Go off and do what you do when your free
Just leave me alone, go and watch the TV
Form:
Her name was Ethel....(yes, like the gasoline)
She smelled of menthol...(much like Vick's Vaseline)
A long time neighbor, from down the lane
She was married twice...(or was it thrice?)...
A widowed lady, we knew her well
A bit disgruntled, and a bit dismantled
A bit unusual.....a bit disturbed
and most the time, seemed quite perturbed!!
And as a kid....of her, I feared!
So scared of her that when she came .....Holy Moly, off I'd run!
And hide away..........'til she was gone!
She was a mix of ice.....a tad of nice....
But my mother trusted her sage advice
She had a cure for most everything....some seemed rather sensible
Some quite extreme!!!
The worst indeed..............(Please excuse my dilemma!)
She believed in the (OMG!!) THE ENEMA!!
(Well....now you can see .....just why I hid!!)
And castor oil..............gahhhhhh.......how disgusting!!
Should only be used when parts are rusting!!!!!!
And an old rag wrapped and rubbed on your wart
Then into a hole.....dug out by the fort....
Yep!! Now, why would a dishrag buried in the yard
Could have such power to rid.................................A WART??
Ridiculous notions....all of her potions......but...
Golly, Gee Whiz! , I'll have to say...
That I've been wart free.........since buried rag days!!
Oh, Miss Ethel..............perhaps you were weird....
but you would fix a mother's fears...
Could you still fix-up all my own....
all of my fears....after all these years?
Just NO MORE ENEMAS!!! Please Miss Ethel.....
Oh !! my dear !!
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