Long Kidded Poems

'Twas our Christmas Eve dinner; we all had sat down
at the table to eat. Grandma couldn’t be found!
We children were fussing; Dad rose to his feet.
shouting, “Where are you, Ma? We’re ready to eat!”

When from...

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II

You had said when I kidded you? After all I'm not going to be far away? Now you are put to rest?In a place dug and slabbed for you alone As if you were not...

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I grew up a child of the ’60’s
together my life and the hippie movement dawned…
now when I look back at that time I wonder…where have all the hippies gone?

Those long haired tie-dyed idealists who walked...

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“Loss”

I had such a beautiful house
that I ceaned to make myself real.
Such peace and quiet there,
shattering loneliness and no people
A deck which held my tinkling chimes…
sound so empty, it hurt.
Plenty of food to eat,
my brain...

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She looked at him and smiled…while he embraced her as they sat.
“I love your arms she she whispered…have I ever told you that?”

“I like to think I am enchanting.,” he kidded… “that I am filled...

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White Eagle

On my walk, I saw a big, white eagle with an enormous 
wingspan, flying low and in circles as it was looking for
Something in the bush landscape. It the steadfast 
the gaze of a...

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Jesus was skeptical of his tribe, as a trainee carpenter
so lousy couldn`t even make a bookshelf, they kidded him 
for that and Jesus took umbrage and criticized
the priests who served the Romans.
He took to hanging...

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Snarly ghost gargoyle, spook and ghoul.
Boast that they’d boil Ole Luke McCool.
Frankenstein and gray mummy formed a team.
With sock dummy fruit flies, all quite mean.

Bad black cat crier dragged in new recruits.
Sat slack Fat Flier...

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A French Visit 
 Early they arrived, my relatives, unpacking of suitcases, 
kissing, jubilation and breakfast, during which all the latest 
family gossip was shared. Then they all went to the beach 
leaving the house...

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At the wharf I donned the Wellington boots
Of the fisher deceased, to trace my roots
And see and feel what it was like at sea
For my uncle a fishing devotee.

The clammy boots were three sizes too...

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The View 
They were climbing up a mountainside to get
 a better view of the sea. 
she reached the top before him, and he
breathed hard when he got up.
She laughed pleased she had won he...

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Aww love sweet love, is there anything finer
Than to snuggle and cuddle and coo
No need to be coherent or form real words
Your moaning will create the mood

You really could be quoting last night's results
Of the...

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The ox and the moron kidded each other
with crazy questions one lazy afternoon:

     "Tell me, oh, witty Moron, 
          what is an...

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My mother’s hair hung thick and to her waist.
But seldom did she wear it in that way,
for always in a bun she had it placed
til it was loosed and on her pillow lay.

She sometimes tells...

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DIALECT recited in an English dialect &
by definitio
n is best heard than read-please go to the above youtube link

here is the words inmy local vernacular English

Aye 'ee is fierce and hale.
Four mile to work,across the...

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We started as one person, but the cell split
Into two, identicals. 
Called “The twins”
Twinsies
The Stone Twins.
Neither of us had a name.

“You can have them both,” The athletes kidded each other.
When we reached Junior High school.
Did...

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We are not perfect by no means at all,
some are too skinny, some are too tall,
I  was always the tallest in my class,
until High school, then I found my match.
5' 7'' kinda tall for...

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Aye 'ee is fierce and hale.
Four mile to work,across the vale;
No slommakin' slattern 'ee,
Okkard as an itching flea.

Eee'd fetch hosses to boss's yard,
Garmed with mud,as thick as lard,
Cla'holt of 'em wiv a rope,
On is own,allus...

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Aye 'ee is fierce and hale.
Four mile to work,across the vale;
No slommakin' slattern 'ee,
Okkard as an itching flea.

Eee'd fetch hosses to boss's yard,
Garmed with mud,as thick as lard,
Cla'holt of 'em wiv a rope,
On is own,allus...

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re-post inspired by Constance D form contest

A BUCKS BOY


Aye 'ee is fierce and hale.
Four mile to work,across the vale;
No slommakin' slattern 'ee,
Okkard as an itching flea.

Eee'd fetch hosses to boss's yard,
Garmed with mud,as thick as...

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A moment in time

I remember a hot summer night
unusual hot for a Nordic country
all windows were open.
My mother, brother and sister sat around a table
drinking coffee.
It was a glorious moment 
my happiness was so intense...

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