Long Thea Poems
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My mother, whom I still can call any day.
My grandparents all long-since passed away.
My dad, deceased, I hardly got to know.
My stepdad who sadly died years ago.
My daughter and her family so great.
My son, his wife and kids- all out of state.
Dear brother Dale who left this world too soon.
Fun Aunt Joan who passed away last June.
Church folks, old friends, and students I have known.
Peers from then and now with whom I’ve grown.
My sister Jenny, such a loving one.
My second sister Mel who is such fun.
Third sister Dori, from her ex now FREE.
Baby sister Thea – health nut like me!
Cousins, aunts and uncles, most still alive.
Nephews and nieces who by now all drive!
My friends in poetry who mean a lot.
Closest and sweet friends that I still have got.
Old boyfriends of my youth -(wonder where they are!!)
and my hubbie Joe who’s a super star.
March 17, 2021
for charles messina's List With A Twist Poetry Contest
flowers are women
in my family’s garden -
Mom and her daughters
rhythm surrounds me
as I sway in contentment -
September’s Aster
Geranium Jen
bends graciously in the breeze -
our southern comfort
charming Melanie
with her sunflower brightness
warms us with her smiles
Our sister Doris
the stalwart Gladiolus
will never fail us
With perseverance
Thea boldly holds her own -
sweet Delphinium
Mom at our center
a spiritual iris
simply inspires us
A forget-me-not
for my sisters and mother -
and roses of love
WRitten May 3, 2016 for the Haiku on "My Family"Poetry Contest of marvin celestial
(I used flowers that symbolized the traits of my sisters and my mother)
I Approach a Room
So Full Of Gloom
Melancholy Breathes Through Every Balcony
Dark Despair rots in its very lair
Feeding greedily on all love in the air
It has no name, no permanent space.
It walks the earth as the demon of the night
Stalks a prey that’s filled with delight
Oh mighty SET return to the Nile
Persecute thy souls
Persecute not thine.
Hail gentle THEIA/Thea
My sweet goddess of light
Wash away this demon
Engulf him with your veil
Blind him in your heavenly light
And set our imprisoned souls free from this plight
Alas! I see the beautiful sun
In all its greatness it has shone
Free I feel from the devil’s snare
Free I feel from his demonic stare
Beneath the light I see the key
That keeps me free for all eternity
From the door I see it gush
The fountain of life in its most glorious rush.
By
Amanda m miller
Form:
Here you are, only twelve, at our kitchen table.
Such a carrot top you were! Strangers used to think
you were our red-head mother’s natural son.
And here’s that photo you took of me at college.
Though you’re not in it, how could I ever forget
it was you in front of me that snapped that shot?
For I’m laughing and so glad you came to see me!
In this one, all ten of us are in the back yard
dressed in our Sunday best - our first big reunion!
I’m nearly 30; just look at my silly perm!
Folks still mistake me for Dori in this picture!
Look how Mom and Thea - for once - are smiling!
You’re standing behind me, in a lovely grey suit,
only 32 and almost out of law school!
Here from more recent pictures, this shows a rare time
we were joined, but sadly, for Dad‘s funeral.
You‘re not in this one, Dale . . . nor in any others.
That picture in our back yard was to be the last.
My dear stepbrother, the best man I ever knew -
Taken from us so young. . . you remain beloved.
Written 10/9/13
Used today March 24, 2021 for
A Meaningful Poem - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
It’s busy at tha deli,
So get ya-self in line an take a numba.
Got a special on baloney.
We’re gonna dance tha reputation rumba.
No matta its location,
A house is only ca-pentry and lumba.
You can neva be a homey
Unless ya do tha reputation rumba.
Tha butta betta be thea,
Rega-dless o tha pressa ya been unda.
Once tha lobsta’s on tha boila,
It’s time to do tha reputation rumba.
Tha masta’s on a benda;
That menace in his pocket’s no cucumba.
Betta shake ya salt and peppa,
He means to dance tha reputation rumba.
Miss Scarlett come a callin’
With demons gonna haunt you while you slumba.
Left a baby on ya da-step.
That’s how ya do tha reputation rumba.
And since ya daddy took a powda,
Ya can hea the sound o’ gossip loud as thunda.
It’s as clea as oysta chowda,
That dance step’s called tha reputation rumba.
Thea, grandfather Alferd's dog died, she was so old and sick
Now is Thea on the moon, says Adrian who is six
Michael Jackson died so unexpectedly and abruptly
He is on the moon and plays with Thea, says Adrian who is a big fan
Betzy, grandfather Arild's dog died, she was also old and sick
Now Betzy is also on the moon with Thea and Michael Jackson and play all day
Great Grandmother died so unexpectedly and abruptly
Adrian who is six had difficulty understanding
Adrian who is six cried many tears for Great Grandmother
but comforted himself with the fact that she is sitting on the moon and
makes waffles to Thea, Michael Jackson and Betzy
04.11.2012
A-L Andresen :) - A true story -
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To buy a star, I wouldn’t buy just one,
For one all by itself cannot be fun.
I’d buy a group, and five to be precise
because two, three or four would not suffice.
It’s five I want, and five that I would buy,
and if you ask me, I will tell you why.
A special daughter each would represent,
Our mother’s shining dears, all heaven-sent.
Each one so lovely, mother says, So GOOD.
We came to earth to share a childhood!
With eyes so light, and dimples when we smile;
alike and yet distinctive in our style.
Such happy memories and so few bad.
What secrets shared, what revelry we had.
Divided now, we each live far away
from one another; what a happy day. . .
If once again together I might be
with Thea, Jenny, Dori, Melanie. . .
And give them something named for what we are:
“Five Sisters,” for we each deserve a star!