I had a little dog;
Her name was Lilly Mae.
She was such a silly girl
Who loved to romp and play.
Two dogs long
And half a dog high,
She was quite a funny sight—
Always by my side.
No matter where I wandered,
She was never far away.
My faithful little shadow,
My sweet and playful Lilly Mae.
From way down in "Bama"
Stirring echoes of Big Mama
A thunderous storm that brewed from the Deep South
Each word could be felt when it left her mouth
With her immense presence, showmanship, and confidence
She would capture the hearts and minds of her audience
She stood tall, shoulder to shoulder amongst the sultans of Blues
She didn't have to put on airs 'cause she stood comfortably in her shoes
A woman, a beautiful black woman oozing with creativity and soul
In her kitchen, she took lemons and made pitcher after pitcher of sweet lemonade that she always served cold
Oh, Big Mama you brought that good medicine to the soul when you sang
You bellowed melodies that reached up and tugged on heartstrangs
Oh, Big Mama I see ya' cookin' with your horn, too
Blowin', just blowin' so beautifully as only a few can do
You were so good that some felt a need to copy you and steal your money
Shameful shadowy expressions of a "Hound Dog" depraved music industry
Never to be replicated or duplicated
One of one, you were, but still, you're often imitated
From way down in "Bama"
Stirring echoes of Big Mama
Mae West Sensual Frog was the ultimate diva
Who outshone saloon gals like Francine and Steveah
Attended parent teacher conferences in a sexy gown.
Green eyes popped out of new teacher’s head, Mr. Toado Brown.
Dia das mães
Mães Bellas & Vaidosas,
neste dia, honramos
vosso investimento,
na vida, no amor,
no tempo...
vocês São
pura inspiração.
Mães Bellas & Vaidosas,
força e inspiração,
mulheres valentes,
pelo amor,
pela nobreza,
são nossa estrela,
nossa natureza.
Recebam a minha
admiração
e os votos de
feliz dia das mães.
Come now, Spring! You’re such a fickle young thing!
On the wings of newborn feathers, your wiles
up and downturn winds to sudden cold flings
tripping warming skins to tremble a while…
Next come your silken color-filled fancies!
Eyes beckoned, step out to be near such charms…
Yens still, as you march as perfumed dandy,
masking musky breath, that breezes sneezed harm…
And when April comes along, your eye gleams!
Enchantment grows, then fades to slushy mush….
Becoming crystals, shatter in your steam
Oh how she weeps, for diamonds rained to slush!
Rivers gush your youth’s enthusiasm ~
Now, may you calm, ere you deepen chasms ~
(2/7/23)
I'm yelling at a squirrel today
Then watching her just whirl away
Her name is Little Curly Mae
She's such a pretty girl I'd say
But eats the birdseed from the tray
Then hides herself inside her dray.
Mae was too soft, too easy, and prone to believing every dud.
They would swindle her, steal from her, persuade her to invest.
You need some guardians, her great aunt told her, like Pud.
Pud was a twenty-six year old Tomcat that could survive any test.
Pud also had an instinct about men, and trusted almost none.
Having him around was good, but extra cats would be more fun.
So Mae brought home two more purr-balls, Muffins and Mr. Eyes of Blue.
The four of them were intimidating, and kept her money safe and true.
Daisy Mae is walking by the scented jade meadow,
of warm butterscotch days and mulberry sundown,
And in the green trees, lingers a murder of crows,
Lying in wait for raven night, when luster abounds!
Vast skies are teal, and a whisper's on the breeze.
She is lost in the moment, as the sunshine pours,
And scarlet and purple birds sing in different keys,
As meadow and moor, thrum in vibrant discourse.
Presente Dia das mães 2022
Mães do presente
MÃES DO FUTURO
quero muito que a história
de valentes mulheres
inspirem você, filhos e filhas.
Que você, mãe
imprima
na mente
a profunda convicção
de que a beleza
se manifesta
em todas as formas,
cores e idades.
Quero que cada uma
das valentes mulheres
? VOCÊS ?
que lêem essa mensagem
reconheçam seus sucessos
e vivam uma vida repleta
de paixão,
curiosidade
e generosidade.
Que todas
nos lembremos
todos os dias
que você nasceu pra
a felicidade e a liberdade.
https://bit.ly/2022_Homenagem_Dia_das_Mães
Here lies old Ethel Mae McMurtrey
She fell while trimming a pine tree
The mortician removed the needles
From prickly Ethel Mae McMurtrey
Written March 20, 2022
Lily Mae McSwiggle buttered her blueberry croissant
And talked about her distant long-dead aunt
A fascinating way for us teachers to spend our mid-morning break
Almost more than most of us, especially me, could take.
I said to McSwiggle, “Break-time is for a little peace and quiet!”
It was obvious she was not paying any attention to her diet
So, we had to listen, like it or not, to how McSwiggle’s aunt died
I couldn’t get that woman to shut up, no matter how hard I tried!
[in the style of Caren Krutsinger]
written May 20, 2021
Down in the dumps today
Children work not play
The flies have swarmed
A stench has formed
Seagulls cry all day.
Down in the dumps today
Maggots pulse and flay
It reeks to hell
Children become unwell
Amidst a haze of decay.
Down in the dumps today
Life’s turned ash grey
Some children are gone
But nobody mourns
When waste rots away.
Down in the dumps today
Children restocked and stay
Given sticks to dig
Scavenge like pigs
Toy-landfill of dismay.
Where snakes rats
and broken glass
torment kids to this day.
By
David Kavanagh
Dia das mães: Chega
Em todos os tempos,
sempre, nos dias da pandemia,
hoje mais do que nunca
é o tempo da mãe empreendedora
é dia das mães,
quem presenteia é a mãe.
A mãe de hoje,
presenteia com palavras:
Filhos e filhas,
para hoje
para os dias da década
hoje mais do que ontem,
a busca do carinho
é a força do progresso.
Seja uma pessoa animada.
faça um pouco a mais
e sua mãe, todas as mães,
vão estar abraçadas.
Marvin and Abe went fishing all day
all they caught was a lady named Mae
she was tall and thin
she loved to drink gin
both men didn't like her to sing rae
A drive to Malbank
In Ontario is an area
On a country side road
A mennite restaurant
Where people go to eat
This place is also is a bakery
Selling an variety of bake goods
Plus souvenirs and keepsakes
Books to read and cookbooks to
Its a special place
Their meals are homemade
Broasted chicken their specialty
Favourite of the crowd
A taste that can not be beat
There are other meals
They are just as tasty
Roast beef or pork chops
All meals are delicious
It is hard to choose
All sorts to choose from
Shoy-fly pie-blueberry
Many more to choose from
Different ice cream flavours
Home made pies sold out
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