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It's a wonder young children still turn out all right
With the stuff that gets crammed in their heads every night.
Things like visions of sugar plum fairies and sprites,
Or a thousand tales of Arabian delights,
A frog who turns prince with a kiss from a lass,
A girl who goes dancing in slippers of glass,
A cow that gets high and jumps over the moon,
A crockery dish that elopes with a spoon,
A boy who can fly but refuses to grow,
A difficult girl who plants maids in a row,
A magician who wants to trade old lamps for new,
A woman so poor she must live in a shoe,
A waif who sells matches out in the cold,
A king who can touch things and turn them to gold,
A dog, an old woman, a cupboard that's bare,
A girl locked in a tower, a ladder of hair,
A magical wheel that spins gold out of straw,
A guy helps a lion with a thorn in its paw,
A girl wearing red visits grandma who's resting,
Finds a wolf in her nightdress and Granny digesting,
Three kids and a wardrobe, three men share a tub,
A brave tailor kills seven mean flies with a club,
An archer makes merry with men in the woods
While relieving the rich of their money and goods,
Kind huntsman, fair princess, a vain evil queen,
Seven dwarves, and a prince who gets caught in between,
Hateful fairy, a baby, a hundred-year snit
'cause her name's accidentally left off a guest list,
A piper who lures out of town rodent varmints,
An emperor with new but invisible garments,
A farmer's wife butchers three handicapped mice,
A house drops on top of a witch who's not nice,
While another with gingerbread children seduces
Then gets baked by some twins in her own savory juices,
A giant and a beanstalk, a cat who wears boots,
A wolf who's outfoxed by three pigs in cahoots,
A bad little boy who sticks fingers in pies,
And another of wood whose nose grows when he lies.
There are others, of course, far too many to mention,
But I hope these will serve to excite some attention.
With stories like these knocking 'round in their heads,
It's no wonder if kids toss and turn in their beds.
Yet throughout countless ages these stories survive,
Kids listen, and dream them, and still wake up alive,
No worse for having been charmed or affrighted,
Imaginations are stoked, little minds are ignited,
And continue to hold them in dear veneration
As they pass them along to the next generation.
My Missing Muse
I have tried to write as of late,
but my mind has become a true blank slate.
My keyboard is bored and my ideas are bland.
I have to think of something grand.
Lately I lack poetic thought, thus I’m feeling quite distraught.
Maybe new themes will come to mind, if I read some antique poems of mine.
I have written about nature,
birds like ducks,
a child’s marker freckles,
a coffee cup.
A retired boat resting on the shore,
dirty socks behind a door.
I’ve penned 2 poems about Monet and VanGogh.
Now Degas? I don’t know.
Lady Di who danced in her royal gown,
but sadly now listens to angel sounds.
Her love for people was always increasing, but my poetic thoughts,now decreasing.
A teapot and a tuffet, diddle diddle dee.
A sweet little bundle came to me.
Blueberries grow on a bush not a tree!
Still no ideas will come to me.
Two tired tulips on my windowsill doze.
Three ladybugs on a daffodil pose.
Now is the time I need to compose!
A chorus frog’s peeping has a dancing beat,
clicking,
croaking,
repeat.
Jumping rope in heels, the teacher who tried her best.
Feathered fledglings sleeping in a Blue Egg mommy’s nest.
There is a wee granny in my apple tree.
Bring your appetite, then you’ll see!
Trees dressed in acorns
Protect our seas
Echoing owls between forest trees.
No new ideas coming into my head ?
My muse is hiding, I dread.
Cronkite,a reporting wiz,
closed the news, “That’s the way it is”
An unbiased journalist one could trust.
Integrity, sincerity and principles, a must.
TV shows,
Winter fairies on tiptoes.
Still I have the blank slate woes!
A path of moonlight, dragonflies.
Slowly summer says goodbye.
Soon the southern birds will fly.
Smell the season sunshine.
Crowds that cheer, “Alley Oop”
As basketballs find their longed for hoops.
Aunt Gloria was warm in her Irish blue.
Little boy Benjamin lost his little shoe!
His sister found it, "PEE U”
“Hooray” I cheer. Now it seems more clear, I feel my blank slate might disappear.
I’m suddenly feeling passion for more creative action!
Imagination,inspiration,determination!
My mental blankness is washing away.
New topics to write about, coming into play.
Now upside down silly fun.
To the writing teeter totter Marikate, have fun!
Contained within a simple poem, a few words could never describe my mother.
A child bride at seventeen; a city girl became a farmer's wife.
She never complained about tending the fields, one row after another.
My mom loved her new husband and her new way of life.
A mother at nineteen, thank goodness for my Aunt Chloe.
"No hospital for me," my young mother said. "I will not go!"
Delivered by my granny, I was told Mom kissed my head to show
she loved me though I'd caused her cries of pain and woe.
Cooking was not Mom's forte'. She burned so many meals,
but Dad loved her anyway for giving him two girls and a boy.
Times were often rough but to us it was not a big deal.
We were happy to be loved, a gift better than any game or toy.
Mom was always cheerful, except when we did something wrong.
A spanking was on the agenda, and we knew it was deserved.
A smack or two was all she delivered, then she sang us a song.
No lack of love did mom have for me, it was never reserved.
Farming was not an easy life...crops ruined by summer hail.
In just a few minutes everything was lost, but Mom wore a smile.
"Don't worry. It'll be okay. I'm getting a job delivering the mail."
She left early in the morning, walking to mail boxes mile after mile.
Bereaved as a widow, my mother cried softly upon my shoulder.
I gave her comfort as she did me for the loss of husband and dad.
Always close in times of need, I took care of Mom when I was older.
Hurricane Katrina took her house, but not the memories she had.
I moved away for several years but came home to visit in June.
Mom's hazel eyes reflected her love for me and the man I married.
Six months later, I sat on the porch gazing at the full moon.
My sister called, but her voice was sad. I knew why she tarried.
I knew what she couldn't put into words. Mom had passed away.
Oh, the agony of not being there... my tears fall as I write.
To my mom, the beautiful young wife and mother, I'd say,
I pray you knew how much I loved you...
A star fell from the sky tonight.
_______________________
December 25th, 2015
About My Mom Contest
Sponsor: Judy Konos
when i think of you.
i remember when mama
brought you home.
i can still see her coming
up the sidewalk at
grandmas' house
as if it were yesterday
i thought you were mine.
i believe that is the first time
i felt pure crystal clear love
for another person in my life.
i remember when you were sick
and we lived on bear mountain
daddy put us in the car and....
mama held you upside down
and claimed later she did not
mean to
so you were wrapped up upsidedown
there i am crying like a banshee
and saying, is she going to die
and the parent people could' t
do anything to shut me up.
the memories are coming faster
of all the fascinations and mysterious
things we were curious about
during the lazy summers that
seemed to us never could end.
we laid on the grass and named
who the clouds looked like
we dressed our cats in clothing
that we made granny sew
for us, waded water where we
should not go and we looked
at everything in this big
wonderful world.
oh, and do you recall when i
read to you about the ransom
of red chief and you laughed
so much. i could make you
laugh so hard.
then.....there was that time at
the newspaper office. you know,
the one time i disowned you
before the time i disowned you
of being my sister...........the time
i took you to school for show
and tell. and you ran off and didn't
act right at all. that was a deal
breaker.
i could talk you into anything. you would
ask me questions........like ......Jo
why is so and so and i would proudly
tell you the answer because i was older
and so much more knowledgeable....
well, at least you believed that
remember...the sweet times when grandma
said we had to take a nap .....and we wouldn't
go unless she went and got a pretty little yellow
chicken in bed with us.
i love the memory of the dresses that granny
made us. poor granny she would do
anything we wanted.
i know that this is long, but the
times keep flooding back to me
and for me it is worth thinking
looking back at the snapshots
in my mind and knowing how
happy we were
i recall how you continuously
would lock the door to the upstairs
of that big scary house and i
would cry.
i got you back with all the
paper dolls i talked you
into buying and you hated them...... to be continued....
Form:
Life is all about family and love.
July 20, 1969, this day in history
Astronaut Neil Armstrong walked on moon, 240,000 miles
From Earth, a billion people
Listening at home:
“That’s one small step for man, one giant leap for mankind.”
This same day near midnight
A small town in Taiwan island, a baby
Was born. I was born!
This clinic nurse in the lobby
Told my grandmother: “It’s a girl.”
Disappointing granny then
Turned around and went on home: without hesitation.
Everyone wished I
Was a boy!
Life is all about family and love.
Introspective, peacemaker, stammering, am I so.
My order sister
Too, born as a special child. She
Blames my mother granting me a prettier face. She
Demands everyone rewarding her undivided attention. I
Pretended permitting her full control over me – until, I
Ceased pretending!
A blessing or a curse, am I not.
Lack of nurturing,
false, no one – mom and dad did their very best.
Celebrate. I am the pretty one.
Life is all about family and love.
Grounded, stubborn, fearless, am I so.
Sunrise; sundown; circle of seasons,
presenting the most powerful version of me – fiercely, am I not.
Schooling, work, duty, responsibility, I am so.
Tearful five years of family revolution – a summon
From entropy, chaos! Three people
again one – the disgraceful one as I
was named!
Shocking, awakening, baffling, agonizing,
Life is all about family and love.
Eccentric, curious creature, solitude endeavor, am I so.
A grateful heart roaring
Abundant resources, reaching
Extraordinary heights, a lifetime student, am I not.
Millions of mistakes. Countless mis-turns.
Knowledge applied become wisdom.
Walking this lonely road missing
A mentor. Not a road less traveled, but
A road worth travels.
Life is all about family and love.
Ecstatic, untethered, blissed soul, am I so.
My father – a giver, a protector,
a provider – kindest man on earth.
Along the way, without permission, his little girl makes him proud.
Truly my father’s daughter. I am so!
Redeem mother’s homemade
Cooking once more. That’s one
Small step for the self-chained mother, one giant leap
For a tranquil daughter.
Life is all about family and love -- forgivingly.
Little Red Riding Hood, we'll call her "Red",
Was taking her granny some food
But the wolf had spotted her basket
And thought that he'd be shrewd
He said, "Hey little girl, where you goin?"
The wolf was thinking he's cool
But Red paid him no nevermind
And mumbled,"I'm just passing thru"
"What's in the basket, little girl?"
The wolf asked her with an awful grin
But Red replied, for the second time,
"Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin"
Oh wait, that's a different story
That wolf is this one's brother
I think their daddys were different
But I'm sure, they have the same mother
Anyway, the wolf took him a shortcut
And to granny's house, he went
But, poor granny didn't recognize him
For he spoke with a Brittish accent
She let him in and he gobbled her up
And his stomach began to churn
You shouldn't eat things that's out of date
But that wolf will never learn
Now, Red has finally made it
And the wolf says, "Won't you come in?"
He greets her in granny's bed clothes
While sporting an evil grin
Red says "Granny, what big eyes you have"
And the wolf begins to cry
For that was a touchy subject
And I dare not ask him why
"Granny, what a big nose you have"
As she waits for the wolf's reply
Once again, that's too sensitive
And he gives her the evil eye
Now she'd done it, the wolf was mad
And was planning this little girl's death
When he opened his mouth, a burp came out
And her granny was still on his breath
Red began to run and scream
Looking for a place to hide
The wolf began to chase her
As her granny struggled inside
The wolf tripped over a footstool
As granny came tumbling out
Then Red suddenly remembered
That she was a Brownie Scout
Red was now the hero
And knew what she had to do
The wolf began to cower in fear
For he was sure his terror was thru
But Red showed that old wolf mercy
And granny forgave his transgression
That wolf seen Red in a whole new light
For, she'd certainly made an impression
Instead of trying to eat them now
That wolf just started lickin'
As soon as Red wipe the slobbers away
They shared her basket of chicken
The chicken they ate was delicious
Colonel Sanders would have been proud
His breath smelled of chicken, not granny
And they all started laughing out loud
How’s That Again?
Actual newspaper headlines taken from
http://www.alphadictionary.com/fun/headlines.html
Poem constructed by Elton Camp
A headline writer had the following to say:
“Child’s Death Ruins Couple’s Holiday”
The image produced we have to pardon:
“Child’s Stool Great for Use in Garden”
Of other associations, have no fears:
“Cold Wave Linked to Temperatures”
I didn’t expect this to happen so soon:
“Dealers will Hear Car Talk at Noon”
In storing his tools the man was so lax:
“Enraged Cow Injures Farmer with Ax”
Want to see this myself:
“Eye Drops Off Shelf”
What a shock to his spouse:
“Farmer Bill Dies in House”
I wonder if old granny though this was fun:
“Grandmother of Eight Makes Hole in One”
A statement this obvious will make the reader smile:
“If Strike Isn’t Settled Quickly it May Last a While”
So to have greater charms:
“Iraqi Head Seeks Arms”
What possibly could answering this gain us?
“Is There a Ring of Debris around Uranus?”
The justice system can be transcendent:
“Juvenile Court Tries Shooting Defendant”
If you decide to test it, better be stealthy:
“Kicking Baby Considered To Be Healthy”
It’s a more effective than them just being talkers:
“Police Begin Campaign to Run Down Jaywalkers”
Folks like this, starvation can never slaughter:
“Quarter of a Million Chinese Live on Water”
In modesty, please keep her well draped:
“Queen Mary Having Bottom Scraped”
In a careless newspaper this headline was read:
“Reagan Wins on Budget, but More Lies Ahead”
Surely his neck holds up his rosary:
“Robber Holds up Albert’s Hoisery”
Though losing her leg left the woman in a fix:
“Shot Off Woman’s Leg Helps Nicklaus to 66”
This surely would put their work into a deficiency:
“Smokers are Productive, but Death Cuts Efficiency”
It’s hard to see how it could really be any other way:
“Something Went Wrong in Jet Crash, Experts Say”
This feat I’d also much like to see:
“Stolen Painting Found by Tree”
Surely, ethics such forbids:
“Teacher Strikes Idle Kids”
You mean it didn’t increase?
“War Dims Hope for Peace”
For her, the meal couldn’t be merry:
“William Kelly was Fed Secretary”
I plan to write another poem like this
So please check back so as not to miss
"Oh, hi",said an old granny,
Her ashen face lit up with a wide smile,
I greeted her back but with melancholy,
As I was feeling low for quite a while.
She instantly asked, "What's wrong, my child?"
I was already downcast and told her the reason my day felt mild.
I hesitantly enquired- "Why is life so damn tough, granny?"
To which, she answered- "Life is beautiful but one might, at times, feel uncanny.
Life is undoubtedly an adventurous ride,
Some days you feel low, the other days, your face shines with pride.
There's no secret to excelling at it, as you may ask.
Just learn the lessons along the journey, with each coming task.
The most significant lesson is to work hard and keep yourself on track,
Because only your diligence and consistency will help you learn the hack.
Teenage is tough but remind yourself what makes you unique,
Whatever it may be, could be your humor or even your physique.
You shall come across a number of people and they will all teach you something,
Just go with the flow, remember it's your life and you surely are its King.
One important aspect is to learn to deal with failures,
Cuz, you, my dear should know they're not there to steal your laughters,
Rather, treat them as an inevitable part of the journey, to teach you where you lacked,
It could be possible that there were loopholes in your prep and hence you slacked.
But whenever you fall or hit the rock bottom,
Make sure to rise from the ashes although you might already feel numb.
Winning or losing at your endeavours are a part and parcel of it,
But when you start afresh and try again to reach greater heights is when you can say you fit.
Even Darwin proposed the idea of survival of the fittest,
Facing the ordeals of life and overcoming them will make an ordinary man the greatest.
Learn to find little pleasures in whatever you do,
Cuz one fine day, you'll realise how quick the days just flew.
Being content and healthy is the greatest asset,
Without good health, one faces a treacherous threat."
"Thank you dear granny, I feel better already!", I said.
Smiling at me, an astounding aura of positivity, she spread.
I waved at her to wish her a goodbye,
Hoping I could meet her again and her lessons I could comply.
Folks say his mother used to read
Stories of ancient warriors indeed,
To give birth to a child as brave
As a legend beneath a historic grave.
'Achilles'- She used to call her son
And he grew up, fascinating like none,
Granny still zealous, planted ardor aboard
His mother gifted him a fervent sword.
Ninja granny took him to a wonderland
Where he was hailed as a warrior grand,
Every day he read of kings in wars
Every night he escaped worldly doors.
That night he was woken by an alphabet
It was an 'A' shivering in cold sweat,
"Achilles our savior, we need thee
To release our inmates and set them free."
Arose Achilles to the land of words
Where stories flew past like birds,
Colored houses of phrases spoken
Missing alphabets from windows broken.
The morning sun made up of a sentence
Pleaded Achilles for their independence,
Leaving A and C all had been caught
Their land left with stories that fought.
Achilles swayed his little gifted sword
Headed to the prison he'd never explored,
Oh what courage flowed in his veins
Passionate to free alphabets of chains.
The prison of punctuation was guarded
By creepy spelling mistakes disregarded,
He fought valiantly and killed them all
Released alphabets from the prison wall.
He met the King of Punctuation Marks
Demanded to know why he fired sparks,
"Achilles the brave! We hail thee
We were ruined by an unknown flea.
But now that you have saved our land
I plead you to let our message expand,
When people in the world pen their tales
Let them punctuate or the train derails.
As long as punctuation stays alive
Their stories will flutter and strive,
Or else mistakes might attack us again
Their follies will make our enemies gain."
Brave Achilles narrated to granny on his way back,
Tired, dozed off dreaming of another exciting track,
He mumbled "Hold on! I come to save the world afar";
Granny closed his book, tomorrow The Alexander or a Czar?
Poet's Note: Experimenting with the funny granny series, this is my first tale. You can read the second one here:
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/ninja_granny_ii_-_exuberant_colors_1261206
May 17, 2020
BRIAN'S CHOICE L ,any form,any theme Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
~Winner: 3rd Place
My aunts mom passed away a couple of days back, and this poem is going to be written from 3 perspectives... Mine, my aunts, and my cousins. i have almost zero experience with death of a loved one, and also i have no idea how the mind of an adult works :-P hence i am out of my comfort zone with this poem. Enjoy :)
My aunt:
The wold is spinning...
I am in darkness.
The room is closing in on me.
I am suffocating.
I don't know what to do.
My mom, my comfort,
a shoulder to cry on,
the hand that lifts me up-gone.
Strange arms encompass me,
a dozen women comfort me,
yet, the only women that matters,
my mom, is there no more.
The baby is crying,
but I don't feel the urge
to comfort him.
How can i, when i feel as lost as him?
I wish I was there for her,
in her final hours.
Now as i lie here,
miles from where my mom,
lay cold, and lifeless,
her eyes closed,
her smile gone.
My cousin ( he's 5)
Everywhere i go,
nobody wants to play with me,
my Mommy is crying,
and Daddy is just standing there.
Everybody is angry with me
everybody is scolding me...
Where is my Granny?
she wouldn't do that.
why is my Mommy crying?
why is Daddy sad?
why doesn't anybody want to play with me?
why is everyone angry with me?
did I do something bad?
Me:
I walk into the apartment,
not knowing how to feel.
Lost in a sea of people,
all there with a common purpose.
To mourn the loss of a woman,
that they all hold dear.
I try to remember her,
but there's so little I know,
I've known her only a little while,
but my heart aches in sympathy.
My aunt, her eyes red,
sitting on a bed...crying like a child,
crying like there's no tomorrow.
I squeeze her hand, let her know I'm there,
yet I know that it makes no difference to her.
she has lost her world, her comfort.
The baby is crying,
aggravated by her sorrow,
yet, there is nothing she can do,
as he bawls his little guts out.
She looks on helplessly as the rest of the world moves on,
and repeats to herself:
"if only I could see her one last time,
i didn't get to see her,
before she died"
and I realize, how precious life is.
I make it a point to call my grandparents,
tell them I love them.
Although I live miles away from them,
I'll always love them.