I woke up in this place
Where everyone was not so
Different from me yet different none-the-less
But it didn’t seem to matter much
It’s not like I’m living the “dream”
And everyone else
With their upside-down smiles
Seems so lonely to me
The mind is a terrible thing to waste
So, stop wasting it ...
Go ahead, be proud of your works, paste up poems
All over the walls like posters
Magnetize them on the Fridge door
Copy them and hand them out like flyers
Put them under windshield wiper blades at the Sooper Market
Post them on www.poetrysoup.com (it's free!)
And last but not least, go ahead and
Hang them from your neighbors' mailboxes
I promise,
The mail carrier won’t mind.
Categories:
mail carrier, loneliness,
Form: Light Verse
He's my potato peeler, my heartbreak healer
My apple cider, my daytime rider
My strength and my source, my high and powerful force
My armor barrier, my mail carrier
My breakfast mate, my late night date
My song I sing, my everything
He's my... yea, yea He's my...
He fights my battles and my wars
He heals my wounds and my scars
He pays my bills when I am broke
You best believe He ain't no joke
He wakes me up to start my day
And follows me along the way
And every night before I sleep
I pray to Him my soul to keep
He's my... yea, yea He's my...
He is the cup when I drink tea
So don't be mad He favors me
He irons the wrinkles out my clothes
He's my t.v remote control
He cools me off in summer heat
He is the socks that's on my feet
I trust in Him, oh yes indeed
He's all I got, He's all I need
He's my... yea, yea He's my...
Thank You Heavenly Father for being my EVERYTHING!
Categories:
mail carrier, appreciation, blessing, father, god,
Form: Rhyme
Carol my friend
You can relax
Samuel, Sarah
And Thunder are back.
They hitched a ride
With the mail carrier
Were in good shape
And seemed even merrier.
Pre-she-ates Youse
Watchin um fer me's
Theys seys youse a nice lady
Weren't news ta me.
Keeps in touch
An I'lls does tha same
God Bless Youse....
What war youse name?
Categories:
mail carrier, funny, imagination, love,
Form: Free verse
In my day, the mail carrier was called the Mailman.
However, I don't recall any women choosing the profession.
He came to our house twice a day.
Once in the morning,
And once in the afternoon.
Time went slower then
and he had time.
He could deliver the mail
and talk to us kids a while too.
Once when he came by
we were playing mumbly-peg.
He asked what we were doing
and we showed him.
He got out his own knife
Balanced it on his finger
and ka chunk, it stuck expertly the first time.
His blade stuck in the ground every time.
Mine came a little too close to my toes
but stuck. He complimented the risky landing
then folded up his knife and put it back
in the mail bag draped over his shoulder.
The leather, old and very worn
gave way on the edge where he reached in
for the letter that needed to be delivered next door.
Leaning into the weight of the bag,
he was on his way.
Categories:
mail carrier, childhood, life, nostalgia,
Form: Free verse