Long Yard Poems
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I am:
Child – conduct and beliefs taught from birth are ingrained
Wife – caring hubby holds me accountable yet contented
Mother – couple of sons and a daughter, I'm proud to present
Sister – contacts weekly, so glad FaceTime was invented
Nana – caretaker of three kiddoes who keep me entertained
Christian - Jesus Christ my Savior, Redeemer and Guide
Learner – juggling Sudoku, Rubik's Cube and Tunisian crochet
Friend – joint-heirs with believers in whom I can confide
Neighbor – juveniles, adults and pets, we connect day by day
Teacher – lingering occupation from which I cannot retire
Poet – love of language to instruct, imagine and inspire
Musician –long-time interest both on keyboard and in choir
Cook – my pet-peeve job, if I am the chef, be on guard
Housekeeper – my pride and joy is our new home and yard
Optimist – all things are possible through faith in God
April 27, 2020
Contest: Andrea Dietrich: I Am, A List Bio Challenge
Dear Santa,
As you may well know,
it's tights and not stockings that are all the go.
So, with no stockings to hang on the bedstead,
would a pair of my bloomers be OK instead?
I'll sew up the legs so that there is more space,
can't have my gifts falling all over the place.
I hope you don't mind, as my wine you consume,
please try to be silent when entering my room.
I'm a light sleeper and at my age, which is quite a pain,
if I lose too much sleep, then it addles my brain.
You may kiss me sweetly if I'm in deep slumber
mistletoe on my pillow, plus telephone number.
I promise to leave you a home-made mince pie,
though the pastry's gone soggy
'cause the onions made me cry.
Myopia means recipes I really struggle to see
though onion in mince pies' is a new one on me.
But the pies are quite tasty as I'm sure you'll agree
and if you're still hungry, then have two or three!
There's a drop of fine whisky which you may try too,
bought by my late husband circa 1952
'twas in an old bottle I found in the shed
my hubby drank most of it afore dropping dead.
I think you're so special, dear old Santa Claus,
now here's what I would like you to leave in my drawers:.
1. A pretty box - so I may store my false teeth so neat,
so I can find 'em when I gets me something to eat.
2. A walking frame 'cause I am liable to fall,
and falling, alas, does you no good at all.
3. Some California Poppy, as supplies now seem so short,
if this scent can't be found I will smell like a horse.
4. A pair of big knockers, for front and back door.
A warm cosy nighty, don't need see-throughs no more.
5. Get me a back scratcher, please, if you can,
I can't scratch that itch since I lost me old man.
6. Also an emergency underwear kit,
as nowadays there's times when I don't quite make it.
7. If you have a big dog, leave it in the back yard,
I'll treat quite kindly, if me it will guard.
Thats all the gifts on my Christmas wish list,
but I'll settle for more Santa, if you insist.
I haven't been naughty for many a year,
when awaking, I expect all my gifts to be here!
Merry Christmas!
Looby Loo x
* * *
Christmas 2020
How fast our childhood goes.
It starts out like a tiny stream,
then like a river flows.
This river which is life
will carry us perhaps to college.
Most become a husband or a wife.
Once married, we want more!
We work and save so we can have
the things that we adore.
Such different things folk dream of, yet
so many things the same
are what most people get!
A house with a fence, perhaps a tree
in our front yard, and then
kids come. We are a family.
Running, running, life goes on
with twists and turns.
One day we see it’s almost gone.
Just stating the obvious am I.
We race through life like rivers,
and then we die.
April 30, 2021 for Brother Jacob's Just Stating the Obvious Poetry Contest
It wasn't because he brought her flowers....
It wasn't because he wined and dined her....
She loved him because he spent hours on the computer
trying to track down the 1970 Brooks Robinson baseball card
for their oldest son's birthday
She loved him because he played with their kids, even after a hard day at work...
baseball games in the big front yard...
cheering them on...
not getting angry when the youngest son
knocked a homer
straight through the living room window
At a general public meeting
They decided, on reflection
To replace the penal system
With a simple lead injection
Some people stood and argued
That shooting was too good
“Just take them from the court room
And hang ‘em in the wood”
Some others had their own ideas
On criminals like muggers
“Drag them to the river
And drown the little buggers”
Then the voice of reason
Persuaded quite a few
That treating prisoners this way
Was not the thing to do
“We’ll keep them in their prison cells
All cosy, dry and warm,
With lots of cash and man hours
They’ll hopefully reform,
But should this method fail to work
And progress not be made
We’ll take ‘em to the prison yard
And beat ‘em with a spade”
ã John W Fenn 26-03-2009
Form:
‘Tale of a Homeless Cat’
What an outstanding sunrise, that eventful day!
But I feared to see the clouds turn steel gray.
Then, the scary sounds of thunder!
It’s been months, since I lost my way…
Rain, tapping the joy of my soul away.
A homeless cat, I ran for dry shelter in the pounding hail!
Unloved and unwanted, I stared at families, behind windows, glowing!
Hungry, wet and wanting to be loved, but no one looked back.
In the lonely yard, pounded by cold hail, like hammers.
Lucky was I, to find a teeny, crying, calico kitten.
I put my moist, auburned paws about her.
She snuggled benath me for protction.
I remembered,once I had a mother.
But, they gave her away, to another?
Then, today, like a glorious dreamy, miracle,
There, the backdoor opened like a warm haven.
A welcoming woman, invited us, cordially in,
To her fireplaced home…we had found.
Almost like a flower, that grew out of the ground,
We fell asleep on warmed,plaid blankets.
Before her homey fireplace, for us she had lit.
Gosh, such a caring, sweer angels like her..
Before God, one day, with a crown of gold she will sit!
We knew at her loving feet, were blessed, to find bliss!
She was a humble poetess, don’t you know?
In her loneliness, aye, those hands we would kiss!
On sunny days.we cheered her on.
Popular she was not, but humble writing to us?
Her adopted fur babies, was just true lbliss!
3/19/2025
Vacant eyes, what do they see?
She seems to be entranced
Her expression holds a mystery
From those of us who glance
From heavy hearts we try so hard
To reach her with a smile
We walk beside her through the yard
Beside us for awhile
So lost in other worlds apart
We can't begin to know
Yet, slowly as her face lights up
And eyes shine brightly so
She seems to see what we cannot
Then calls out someone's name
Her hand extends, she reaches out
She says she's glad he came
Though no one's there, it's only me
Her eyes,....they glisten with a smile
Her steps seem lighter, young and free
if only for awhile....
In a world without poetry, An empty parking lot could not explain the reason for its emptiness The power of the quoted words of emotions would go unobserved
and perhaps unnoticed.
In a world without poetry, The rescue of a sparrow, a yard bug, and a spider eating an ant would simply be an act of nature, not the story that led to the spider's breakfast
In a world without poetry, Word shortages of speech would remain unsaid, and true feelings unexpressed in the light would remain unraveled, unrevealed, and sorely unhealed
In a world without poetry, Earth would have remained a cold, dark, and void planet Stoicism would rule, and imagination would be nonexistent Pure romance would be fantasy, ever stripped of intimacy
011920PoSoupCtest, If there was no poetry, Silent One
Mighty proud was I
with me lumber in one hand
my brick me carried in the other
I placed the brick in the barn yard
tall side for gained height
balanced the lumber board on top
I am silent and of Scottish temperament
You see folks
my feathered pet cock
was cock a doodle do-ing all day long
yapping and yelling
ranting and raving
the other farm animals had all had enough
action demanded
I place the ol koileach
at the end of one side of the board
all while smiling at the brainless duine beag
immediately I jumped on the other end
sending that whiny ol cock mid air
into the sea
he drowned
Ah what a wonderful day ladies
I shall meander onwards
among the heather and moor
my brick magically transformed
to fine woody scotch
oh what tales I shall tell
if tomorrow ever comes
Friends are hard to find so be careful
Friends are like the wind
They blow to you when your days are good
Friends are like the storm
They pour sorrows to your heart
When your days are bad
True friends remain forever
Like a Redwood in the forest
That is a true friend
And I must be honest
Some Friends like you because you have something to offer
Some friends like you because you are like no other
Very few friends like you when you suffer
A true friend likes you on a summer or rainy day
He welcomes to his home and wishes that you stay
The world will dance to your tune
When you beat the drums of success
The world will run away
When you stop to make progress
A true friend will stay
With you in your time of need
And he gives his last drop of blood
Rather to see you bleed
A true friend will cloth you and give you something to feed
A roof over your head
If that be the case
It does not matter what is his tribe or race
The world is a market place where every one comes out to sell his ware
Survival is the yard stick so very few really care
Friends are hard to find so be careful
A chameleon can change the color of its skin
But a chameleon can not change where it has been
A dog is loyal to his master till death
But bad friend only thinks of what he could get
Jealousy and envy
Fills his heart like a poisonous venom
When I was poor he hated me
Now that I am rich he hated me more
Away I say
Don't want to be your friend no more