Long Homemade Poems
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“Say Cheese!!!” evokes smile’s spontaneity
Captured in photographs, proving joy’s certainty
Highlighting mirth’s contagious activity
Showcasing bliss-laughter’s beauty
Vanquishing gloom and despair of self-pity.
“Oh Cheese!!!” Such is utterance of delight
While captivated by awesome Cheddar’s sight
Or fascinated by Parmesan’s color of yellow so bright
Along homemade carabao-yield, flawlessly white
Inviting pleasant cravings, gracious for healthy appetite.
“Wow Cheese!!!” Grateful expression of contentment
In crunching cheesy food around bonding engagement
With sumptuous, delectable cheese-festive excitement
Of viands … mixed, topped and whipped with cheesy merriment
Bringing thumbs-up approval upon jubilant burp-fulfillment.
“Share Cheese!!!” That’s a commendable giving gesture
As blessed by God for reaching-out venture
Correcting selfishness and gluttony’s posture
So others can taste goodness of cheesy provisions’ pasture
Toward thanksgiving* to the cheese-Source Who does nurture.
*1Timothy 4:4 For every creature of God is good, and nothing to be refused, if it be received with thanksgiving.
November 16, 2018
8th place, "Write a Poem About Cheese" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Barry Stebbings; judged on 11/22/2018.
10th place, "The Cheese Wars" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Matt Caliri; judged on 9/1/2024.
Mistletoe, jingle bells and a jolly ho ho ho
People are festive and fine wherever I go
Feeding us homemade treats, the wind chill twenty below
We are all pretending to be friends, but I am in the know.
We will all be giggly and personable through the snow.
The icy road ways will be a challenge – no! no! no!
On New Year’s Eve we will kiss each other just so.
But then we will return to the land of just so-so.
The holidays are terrific, don’t take me wrong.
When we are all singing the “I love everyone” song.
But they do not last forever, and they do not last long.
We go back to work tomorrow, so clang the gong.
It’ll be like we did not have any break at all.
We will get grumpy and grouchy again; many will stall.
At eating the homemade treats, resolutions so tall….
We will go back to same oh, same oh until next fall.
When Halloween comes we remember Christmas again.
Because the stores will fill up with decorations and then.
It will be back to mistletoe, jingle bells and a jolly ho ho ho
And people will act festive and friendly wherever you go
Children were afraid of metallic plastic face robots
So the solution was to make them look real
Real?
Yes, Lifelike Optimum Robotic Assistant, LORA
She will be the best nanny you ever had, she never needs sleep
Programmed in all domestic chores and child safe and friendly
Children just love her...
Model Z12 2-4-6, lets call her Nora our Lora
The neighbors will be so jealous...
The children are happy and getting so smart
As parents no worries if were apart
Nora can protect, dress, feed even play games
Being a parent will never be the same
She's gentle and soft, eyes with a glow
Anything asked of her she already knows
The house is perfection, the meals homemade
Happiness is a LORA android man made
At night we never lose sleep
Nora is there if the baby weeps
If Tommy is frighten by nightmares
Nora can hold him and soothe away fears
We have it easy and are pleased
Nora has everyone at ease
Last night as we played Mommy and Daddy games
Nora came in our room and it felt strange
She heard me call baby and her functions stopped
Next morning maintenance took her back to the shop
The baby cries and Tommy is sad
The house a mess, the food taste bad
When can we get our LORA back?
Another week! Don't call me Jack!
Finally Nora is here
Everyone smiles with cheer
Nora save us from our fate
Parents can go on a date
But as we try to leave
Nora hands Susie a bottle
No Nora you watch the baby
It's just the Mister and me
Nora seems unsettled
Late at night I am in the shower
Nora comes in like a prowler
She begins to wash me
Nora please let me be
Nora no, she gets wet
Her body is anatomically correct?
But Susie it was just a glitch
Nora is reprogrammed and fixed
Besides the children love her...
Nora's eyes seem alive
She sways as she walks by
Never ages always is fair
Even has a pleasant scent in her hair
She is so soft to the touch
Susie is jealous. Too much
Spring and time to mow the lawn
Whose that with no shirt on?
Tan and teen with a gleam in his eyes
Fernando don't forget the trim
Clean the pool..
But Susie he is too lifelike!
Why didn't you tell me you got a gardner robot?
Baby, you hate yard work
Besides who said Fernando was a LORA?
Today is World Gratitude Day…so…as you head out of your door…remind yourself of all the things in your life…you are grateful for.
Those moments or things that bring a smile to your face…that keep you grounded…and tender-hearted…and as my thanks for anyone who reads this…I’ll use this poem to get you started…
I am grateful for the big things that bring happiness and purpose and meaning to my life…to my friends…my family…my children…my grandchildren…and my wife.
I am grateful I have enough clothes to keep me warm and food to keep me fed…that I have a house…a car…and every night a comfortable place to lay my head.
On my early morning walks I am grateful for all the big things that I see…the moon…the stars…the ocean…every cloud and every tree.
I am grateful to the Earth and all that she is giving…from the beauty she surrounds me with…to the air that keeps me living.
I am also grateful for all the little things that come along…that catch my eye…a loving smile…an act of kindness…a singing bird…a butterfly.
A ladybug that lands upon my finger…the crickets lightly serenade…the aroma of cookies baking in the oven…any cookie..as long as they’re homemade.
I hope you find the time to be grateful for all the things in your life…big and small…and that, when today is over, you realize you haven’t thanked them all…
But do not be discouraged if you haven’t been grateful for everything on your list…because tomorrow you can be grateful for all those things you missed.
And if you begin each tomorrow being grateful…then each day you feel renewed…and every day…not just today…becomes a day of gratitude.
While it was raining heavily outside,
Two children in shabby, tattered dress
Stormed into our glass roofed patio
And at the door, for mercy did pause
They said they were out to buy empty cans
To make a living and support their family
The only work they could do at their age
And it was not their intent to dilly dally
I was in no mood to entertain them
As my hands with pending works were tight
A week’s laundry and some shopping to do
But was rather indisposed to send them outright
As I looked onto their starved faces
I felt a hard tug deep from within
After a moment’s thought, when I invited them in
In innocent mirth, their eyes did spin
When I brewed for them two cups of coffee
And gave some homemade snacks to munch
Their little faces bloomed in joy
As if savoring a favorite fruit punch.
All the while their curious eyes went
Flashing from nook to nook and every corner
On my well stacked shelves of china pottery
And the costly gadgets and the gas burner
When they were about to leave
They simply said- “Oh! You are rich!”
Of course a new revelation, it was to me
Something I had never thought over much
Yes, with a roof overhead
With enough means to feed my kids
And with a steady income every month
How rich I am compared to those hapless lads
Now, though many months have slipped by
I reiterate to myself what those children said
‘Oh! You are rich’ lest I shall ever forget again,
How rich I am and this thought keeps me ahead!
From that day onwards, never have I failed
To offer profuse words of thanks and prayer
To Him who has blessed me thus
With riches galore and a bounty to share!
Thanksgiving Blessings Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
We bullies jeered and we hooted.
We were big and bad and mean.
We told everyone he tooted
We called him Navy Bean.
We made fun of his homemade clothes,
We called him crazy and unclean.
We laughed at his gigantic nose,
We were bullies, fresh and mean.
He was a child who did not care.
Worse, he laughed and smiled at us.
We did not understand this impetuous air.
He could not be riled, that cuss!
Angry now, we pulled out all the stops.
We went to his house to get tips from his brother.
His bro gave us insight that was tops.
"You cannot get his goat. You have not met our mother."
His mama chased us with a rake and hot sticks,
She smacked our butts and she called us mean names.
Now we could understand his calm cool tricks,
We could not get his goat, with our childish games.
So we forgot this stupid ugly fool,
And teased two other kids at school.
These two idiots cried and they wailed like they were supposed to do.
And we were happy again, knowing we had made them decidedly blue.
Come into the empty house
An unlocked door invites
See everything is in order
But there's grayness despite
No meal bubbling on the range
No aroma of baking bread
Absent sounds, blue loneliness
Hollow, empty, silent dread
Then mother lost her good job
She's at home every day
Yellow sunshine greets us
Orange and red fire invites to stay
We would sit down to eat
Big bites of homemade bread
Smooth brown gravy in abundance
Love and warmth lingers instead
Happy laughter fills our ears
Warm, soft, salty bread our mouth
The sight of both parents there
Fills the spirit's long drouth
drouth__Old Scottish dialect for drouth
I am not sure if this is what you wanted but I felt it might be ...
Stanza 1---sight, temperature, pain
Stanza 2---sound, scent(smell), and feelings
Stanza 3---feelings, vision, and touch
Stanza 4---taste
Stanza 5---sound, touch, sight, taste
Written: August 10, 2018
Meet Mr. Hamuel Porkington
His closest friends call him “Hammy”
A special hard working farmer
With an extremely industrious family
With his pretty and faithful wife “Porksy”
And their ten little chopperettes
They're known in the town of Swillsville
As the nicest pig family you've met
For providing hot meals to the needy
And sheltering them from the cold
They've received a special recognition
One of the greatest stories told
The President recently visited them
Warmly welcomed by the Porkingtons
They treated their guest to Hominy Grits
And homemade Tennessee bourbon
The President granted them a special honour
Which everyone was in total accord
With tree bark, worms and garbage for life
And a prestigious achievement award
So raise your pitch forks, raise 'em on high
In salute of this family of corkers
Heroes like these don't come by very often
They're a very special breed of porkers
© Jack Ellison 2015
I have many fond memories growin' up on the farm as a boy.
Such simple pleasures in times more sublime brought me great joy!
I knowed it was summer when in June Dad bought me a straw hat,
And in the pasture we'd form a diamond to swing ball and bat!
I knowed it was summer when I could go barefoot sheddin' my shoes,
And wade in the 'crick' and let the warm mud through my toes ooze!
I knowed it was summer 'cause I had to attend Vacation Bible School,
When I'd rather be feeshin' than learnin' to live by the Golden Rule!
My dog Spooks trailed me as I ambled to my favorite feeshin' hole,
With a can of worms, safety pin fer a hook and willow branch fer a pole!
I knowed it was summer when upon a lofty oak limb I'd stretch,
Gazin' at driftin' clouds and, Oh!, the many boyhood dreams I'd sketch!
I knowed it was summer when I saw the steam tractor comin' down the road,
With the threshin' machine in tow to reap the grains that my Father sowed!
I knowed it was summer when I picked wild blackberries as big as yer thumb,
And ate so much homemade ice cream until my poor brain was froze numb!
I knowed it was summer when in the gloamin' I'd catch fireflies in a jar,
And listen fer the hauntin' wail of freight trains travelin' from afar!
I knowed it was summer when relaxin' on the front porch at end of day,
Fightin' mus-skeeters, sippin' iced tea and savorin' scented new-mown hay!
I knowed it was summer when hoein' taters 'neath the hot Hoosier sun,
And pitchin' hay and swattin' sweatbees, neither of which was fun!
I knowed it was summer when lightnin' lit the sky like the Fourth of July,
Followed by rollin' thunder and rain as 'neath covers in terror I'd lie!
I knowed it was summer when Mom made preserves, jams and jellies,
That along with her homemade breads and biscuits would sate our bellies!
I have many fond memories growin' up on the farm as a boy!
Such simple pleasures in times more sublime brought me great joy!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved
Streets awash with mewling cats
and surly swashbuckling pirates.
Somber skies with swirling bats,
and ghastly goblins chasing rats.
Wicked witches’ evil glare,
grisly ghouls' ghostly stare,
taunting with a double-dare.
All in fun to give a scare.
Haunted houses with darkened walls;
afraid to walk spell-bound halls.
Toffee apples, popcorn balls;
eating brains and toad eyeballs.
Trick-or-treating door-to-door.
Treats too tasty to ignore.
Harmless tricks more smile than roar,
kept us giggling for much more.
Parents, neighbors joined the fun.
Scary ghost stories spookily spun.
Fortune tellers’ crystal balls to shun.
Homemade costumes unique to one.
Creamy fudge and devil’s food cake,
all wrapped up for us to take.
Mom's scratch treats, nothing fake.
She took all day long to bake.
Bewitching hour over, fun now done,
to our homes we’d quickly run.
Goodie bags that weighed a ton.
We would share with everyone.
Playing games and laughing out loud,
good times again next year we vowed!