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As your children, Moms and Dads, we’d like for you to know
we’re glad you were around to help us all to grow.
You understood that our time as children is short…how it only lasts a little while
In that time you taught us how to be happy…you taught us how to smile.
You showed us that we mattered…we think that is the key
You loved us for who we are…not for who you wanted us to be.
You understood how to be a parent…how we were your priority
You knew your jobs were important…but also…so were we
You knew we were your children…not distractions you could shirk
In fact…you showed us every day we were your most important work.
You taught us to be accepting and kind…so when our childhood ends
We would be good people…good husbands, wives and friends.
Here are two things we’d like to tell you…two things we hope you never forget
The first…we will always be your children no matter how old we get.
The second is just a little something we shall forever be counting on…
always send us a goodnight kiss…even when we’re gone.
And now that our childhood is ending…(like we said it only lasts a little while)
we want to thank you for giving us the kind of childhood we can look back on and smile.
Thank you for loving us every day…like you did the day we came
and making it so easy…for us to do the same.
I wish I liked coloring books
For my hobby might be cheaper,
but it is not for I adore creating on canvases
and painting them with acrylic paints.
My nine year old granddaughter
started this obsession by begging me to paint with her.
I did not want to “waste” a canvas that day.
Six years later I have five hundred canvases,
none wasted. Each full of my cartoon women.
Soldier women, warrior women, pirate women,
witches, faeries, hippies, angels, dancers, singers,
moms, little girls, Native Americans, black women,
brown women, beige women, pink women
I have filled my rooms with neon colors, and black lights.
My creations smile from every corner of my home.
I took down the family photos and replaced them
with my cartoon women. It is more than a hobby.
It is my obsession.
COPING WITH POO!
Two young boys left in charge of a baby,
A recipe for disaster that’s no maybe,
Take baby to the local fair,
Without a care, they did dare,
Head for the whip, put baby on one of their laps,
She has missed one of her afternoon naps,
Is out of her comfort zone, she has a big poo,
It’s really stinky, now what do they do?
The stinky nappy angers more than a few
The atmosphere had a certain poo hue!
The whip, twists and whirls and twirls, baby’s nappy
Begins to come loose and baby is not happy,
She’s feeling sick, she vomits, and the nappy snaps,
Poo and vomit fly everywhere, poor chaps!
They run, the situation has now become crappie,
Most of the people are agitated and unhappy!
On the way out buy mom a sweater,
Thought she might favor them better!
Put baby to bed, she sleeps poo and all,
Still wrapped in mom’s new shawl!
On her return Mom saw her little angel asleep,
But also could see the poo that had begun to creep
All the way up to baby’s neck and deep,
Into her bed where it had begun to seep!
Mom got very cross at first,
But thinks of the nappy that burst,
She begins to giggle
And baby woke up, and began to wiggle,
Spreading the poo
Which had become like brown glue,
Into the sheets, the wall and her hair
So now poo was everywhere!
It became a hysterical situation,
Mostly from moms absolute frustration,
Go outside and play she said to the boys, shoo, shoo,
I have a great deal of cleaning to do!
It's raining like dog gone it outside
I can just see all the mothers say "oh dear"
Happy Mother's Day Moms
You all have done such a great job
rearing your youngs through eighteen
and sometimes even longer
Always willing to lend an ear
and so ready with advice
God didn't give you a book
when He sent us your way
Yet you are able to wing it
And wing it you did
You rear up your youngs according to the way
you think you should
We turn out just
FINE
young and dandy
pompous, forgetful
conceited - yet you love us
We turn out
DECENT
because of you
You give us qualities, traits
that are now part of us
What do you need now?
But to hear from you
You never need anything
ask anything of us
except to love you AND to listen
Haha you got that
Even when we appear not listening
our other ears are perked up
- our inner ears
Yes we are so intuned of what you say
that far after it has been said
we can still hear it
Yes we love you, Mothers
And today we salute you
for getting the troop in gear
for feeding and clothing us
for giving us patience and a willingness to care
for instilling in us what are now inside of us
And that is patience and kind
Virtues that you are the champion of
Happy Mother's Day, MOMS
Talking heads are synchronized,
words are replicated like cloned sheep.
Dodging in and out of an unchanging static
I skip the beat.
Hey, something just flashed my drive!
Time to suspend a string of minutes
watching a black and white cowboy show,
there are no straight lines yet
just a suitably jumbled plot.
Snorting horses gallop off
before the radar scanner can blip onto
my disarray.
Great! Now the birds are all pulling together
and swim as one across a cloudless sky.
Every damn silver SUV looks the same.
I'm weaving in and out of lock-stepping soccer moms,
misfiring my way through
yet another replicant day.
I believe moms can make it right, all day and all night.
I believe dads tell the best bed time stories, they tell them with all their glories.
I believe my kitten is oh so soft, do not leave him in the loft.
I believe my grandma is the very best, much better when she gets some rest.
I believe my grandpa loves ice cream, he reads me a book so I can dream.
I believe because I believe, it is much better to give than to receive.
8/9/2019 Edward Ibeh Why I Believe
A warm, September day, so many years ago;
our home was then aboard a large Marine Corps base.
Expecting our first-born with new moms shared, and so
my neighbor, friend next door, came over to our place.
A favor asked of me; to watch her newborn girl,
her little babe, just two weeks old, a precious one,
with chubby cheeks and rosebud lips, a tiny curl
upon her head. To play with, watch her, oh, what fun!
Day after, all went well in early morning hours;
drank bottle in my arms then slept in her quilt bed,
bound snuggly in her wrap of white with pink flowers.
Before long, Mama picked her up, and off they fled.
That next day haunts me still. Forever, will I mourn
the overnight crib death of my dear friend's newborn.
September 21, 2015
Contest: I Will Never Forget
Sponsor: Silent One
Form: Sonnet in Iambic Hexameter
True Story from September 1958
Peace,Hope, love, acceptance of each others differences, a warm home for the unsheltered kids and moms, Christmas trees brightly dressed in holiday lights..
A full table of wonderful warm holiday foods on every families dining room table, no families standing outside in the bitter winters night. Step food shelf full to the brim with supplies of food, supplies for each family in need.
To watch the news and hear only good cheer, stories on how we are all loving one another, blessings of Hallmark Christmas cheer..
Health care affordable for those in need, employment, a paycheck to buy the necessities, affordable rent, The House Of Hope providing shelter for all deserving single moms, a warm bed in which to lay their head, for years to come..
Nothing I wish for my family, only warm blessings for everyone who seeks warmth love, compassion, for thus is My Grown Up Christmas List..
I could wish you all these and more, but more than anything, I wish you Jesus..
Here! In Arctic circle, Norway, polar bears stay.
Habitats are dense forests, Alpine meadows,
Tundra region and open plane land.
Species mostly spend beside ice-pack,
where grammar of melting-freezing
on interaction of wind and water-current
renders a cozy spectrum between ice and ocean.
Largest land carnivores thrive on killing walrus, whales,
ringed and bearded seals, also steal eggs of birds.
Strong swimmers swim long in search of prey.
Off and on take rest on sleep of eight hours at a stretch,
fond of in-between nap like humans
Black skin glistens, glitters transparent or white,
as reflection of sun rays on two coats of fur.
Thick layers of bubbler insulate body temperature
around moderate thirty-seven Celsius.
Solitary adults love to roam as loner.
Sagacious species mate when winter enters.
Males and non-breeding females in action, not going on hibernation.
Pregnant moms choose shelter at ice-edge.
Cubs stay with mom for long two years.
One or two cubs at a time and have maximum five litters.
Fearless polar bears mistaken sometimes
as legendary Yeti under stormy uncleared vision.
*Image of Toilet Issue by Pixabay.
Seating Arrangement
Notice Ladies and Gentlemen:
Please place the toilet seat down when
you're done, Thank You, The Management.
"Don't forget boys," said Evelyn.
The boys expressed their agreement
and routinely bid their consent,
"After you ladies," they stated,
but the girls sounded their dissent.
"Truly fair, reasoned we dated
yet some proof's appreciated,
so go on guys and indulge us,
and both will place as best rated."
First and then the other -- no fuss.
Guys smile at girl's thumbs-up, A+.
"Oh my gosh, where are the tampons!"
"Get some, there's nothing to discuss!"
"We'll be back!" "Who picked this place -- moms?"
They yelled, "Got some!" Piercing caroms
after they agreed to relish
the rest of the night at the proms!
2022 June 04
*1st Place*
Rubaiyat Contest
~~Sotto Poet: Judged 2022 June 13
HMS: 8 syllables per x 20 lines
RZ: RhymeScheme; a,a,b,a - b,b,c,b - c,c,d,c - d,d,e,d - e,e,f,e.