He deserves a plaque
He so wanted a music school
but could not prevail
He was broken
by the dark side of the hill
He was at times self deprecating
forecasting his lack of success
always putting others first
because he thought it was his duty
He wrote an epitaph to Elisa Cope
and thanked Dear Marge for first love
One thing is clear
talent isn't always rewarded
Categories:
marge, appreciation,
Form: Free verse
Aunt Marge’s Christmas letter sat unopened again.
Most of us walked by it, and said “not by the hair
of our chinny chin chin”
We knew what it would hold
Accomplishments of her six awful kids
We had nothing to do with them
Thanks to their behaviors
our family reunions had been on the skids.
This one is perfect.
That one is fine.
Billy is the president of railroad nine.
Tommy is an outstanding citizen now.
Her children were all amazing, wonderful,
her family a wow.
Aunt Marge has been bragging about them
in Christmas letters for fifty three years.
In truth they are spoiled brats
have caused lots of us tears
Her braggadocio bragging is annoying to me.
That unopened letter finally finds its way to the trash bin
without being opened, as our family all did agree.
Categories:
marge, women,
Form: Narrative
Cricketers playing on the lawn
White figures on the grass
The rhapsody of ringing phones
Is heard as passers pass
It’s just the picture of a large
Idyllic sunny day
Uneven shadows on the marge
Are also in the play
No pawns to sacrifice for kings
No queens rampaging free
The game looks peaceful, so it brings
A sense of peace to me
What if I tell them how their play
I see – you’re out of mind,
Get real, man, to me they’ll say
Its not a pantomime
We’re two competing teams, we came
To win and not to lose
And that’s the purpose of the game
We play not to amuze
Some idle fools that hang around
Not knowing what to do
Come down on the solid ground
That should be good for you
Thanks for advice, I like your game
But honestly, for me
Both teams of yours look quite the same
I’d say, before I flee
So really, what’s the point to know
The aim, all tricks and rules
If they are setting on a show
That looks like peace for fools.
Categories:
marge, humor, peace, senses, sports,
Form: Rhyme
When I go to school I want a double pink desk.
This is what his girl talked about, her name was Tess.
Jack wondered what double pink meant, but never knew.
Tess never explained, and disappeared in nineteen seventy-two.
The neighborhood searched, the whole city too.
Only thing recovered was possibly a red tennis shoe.
Jack and his wife split up, both blaming the missing on each other.
He moved in with his siblings, and his sad little mother.
What do you think she meant by double pink desk?
They discussed this statement, which was often made by Tess.
Jack fell in love with Marge on a fine spring day.
They got married, and moved far far away.
They have a daughter now, they call her Curly May.
She is unlike the other, but here is what she’ll say,
“When I go to school I want a double pink desk like my sis.”
Curious talk from this five-year-old miss.
Categories:
marge, 3rd grade, 4th grade,
Form: Rhyme
Mythical wizard hag sits on her haughty throne
Who is she? Some whisper, perhaps thinking crone.
Magical and mystical, she is rarely sitting alone.
Her power animals surround her, hoping for a bone.
She gets to make all their decisions, she is in charge.
Her ideas and ideals are incredibly worthy and large.
We know her as grandma, our grandpa calls her the Sarge.
She is the most magical creature we know, our grandma Marge.
Categories:
marge, grandfather, grandmother,
Form: Rhyme
Gus squirrel set up his office in the top of the walnut tree.
He wanted to sell his advice, nothing would be given free.
There was a cheer through the forest; a lawyer in the family!
This was from his cousins, a grandpa, two uncles and an auntie.
I have to bill you, he told them. My education cost me a lot.
They got irritated and called him names including big blot.
His mother said “don’t worry, there are others to fill in their spot”
Many cancelled their appointments and said “you can rot!”
“I am sorry,” he told them. “I don’t have a choice. I have to charge.”
They were angry about it, especially his grandma Fluffy Tail Marge.
She held a protest. The family said, “Why would you charge us?”
“Because a lawyer’s education is expensive,” said that squirrel, Gus.
Categories:
marge, 10th grade, 4th grade,
Form: Rhyme
When I go to school I want a double pink desk.
This is what his girl talked about, her name was Tess.
Jack wondered what double pink meant, but never knew.
Tess never explained, and disappeared in nineteen seventy-two.
The neighborhood searched, the whole city too.
Only thing recovered was possibly a red tennis shoe.
Jack and his wife split up, both blaming the missing on each other.
He moved in with his siblings, and his sad little mother.
What do you think she meant by double pink desk?
They discussed this statement, which was often made by Tess.
Jack fell in love with Marge on a fine spring day.
They got married, and moved far far away.
They have a daughter now, they call her Curly May.
She is unlike the other, but here is what she’ll say,
“When I go to school I want a double pink desk like my sis.”
Curious talk from this five-year-old miss.
Categories:
marge, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Rhyme
Lilly was dissatisfied with her beautiful living room.
She added embroidered pillows.
Two or three were lovely, sixteen was overkill, but we kept silent.
Another friend got a plaid couch.
Lilly threw out her new couch and got a plaid couch.
It looked weird with all of those pillows, but we kept our counsel.
Marge tried to tell her that the room had looked great before.
Lilly was busy trying to make her living room over in paisley now.
Apparently paisley is the new “in design” in the neighborhood.
She ended up with paisley, plaid, posies, and other playful patterns.
None that matched.
This combination made her living room look flea market-like.
The pillows were gone now, for they are "out".
Lily is striving for the perfect room, which no one has ever seen.
Her living room was almost there, until she added those pillows.
Categories:
marge, women,
Form: Narrative
Letter from the Beeb
Addressed to me by name
Should I grasp the chance
Should I strive for fame?
Hello Fellow Food Mauler
Come and join the Eliite
Bring a clean pinnie anc
Come looking clean and neat.
To Great British Dinners where
I really pissed off the host
No matter what they asked for
I served ‘em Beans on toast
My entree toast and marmite
With just a smear of Marge
With the bread sliced in four
So it wasn’t all too large.
I served treacle on toast
For my simple sweet
A glass of iced water
Made my offering complete
My menu got ‘em baffled
They didn’t know what to do
It was only by a whisker
They didn’t let me through
I should have been more daring
And enhanced the main course
Offering choice of Dark Soy,
Tomato, or Heinz brown sauce
Come cooking on the Tele where
If you told ‘em all it was good
They’d eat fried Elephant dung
Served on a bit of wormy wood
Categories:
marge, food, humor, success,
Form: Rhyme
My Uncle Bill thought it would be hilarious and fun.
To warn a fellow merchant of a shoplifter - Miss Gun.
The employees followed her all over the store that day.
They reported that she left quickly, as if she was running away.
She came outside and we could see she was in a snit.
She had a red face, and brown eyes were flashing quite a bit.
What is wrong? Someone asked and Bill could not stop his grin.
I noticed it, and so did my unobserving usually ten-year-old twin.
Our Aunt Marge was in a horrible mood when to home we returned.
Those employees followed me the whole time! She was truly burned.
Bill kept laughing but did not tell the rest of us of his prank.
Until Marge left. She was the oldest sister, and could be a real crank.
Categories:
marge, brother, humorous, sister,
Form: Rhyme
Marge’s son Henry was struggling with his math.
She insisted that he be allowed to bring it home.
He improved in leaps and bounds.
His answers were created in the best handwriting too.
Handwriting he did not have at school.
The teacher said “I don’t want to say anything but….
I think his mother is doing his homework.”
Marge came to school and got his language art packet.
Because he was sick at home.
Thirty-three assignments were finished in a week.
In the best handwriting ever.
Curious since Henry’s handwriting was illegible.
Henry returned to school the next week.
He still only knew ten letters, could not spell,
and we could not read his handwriting.
Curious huh?
Categories:
marge, parents, school, teacher,
Form: Prose Poetry
Jimmy was totally in love with his classmate Marge.
She had no idea, but accidentally hurt his feelings.
He did not expect her to say, “I’m sorry”.
He was not sure that she knew.
He was not the kind of person to tell her.
He kept quietly sad as she jumped rope with his heart.
He watched it get mangled and smashed but kept quiet.
It was a pattern he retained his entire life.
Hurt, but never letting anyone know.
Categories:
marge, 1st grade, 2nd grade,
Form: Prose Poetry
Marge had a new bouffant hairdo and Jen liked it
So she ran out and had hers done up the same way
On Marge it looked elegant, timelessly classy.
On Jen not so much.
Most of us tried to ignore it.
I wore a lettuce leaf mask to church last Sunday.
It was not a favorite, but it was dry.
Jen demanded to know where I had bought it.
She paid twenty dollars extra to have it delivered on Monday.
The cost of the mask was only seven dollars.
Sal attended our next lunch wearing a piece of bologna on her hat.
We oohed and ahhed telling her how inventive it was.
Jen wore bologna on her hat for the next five years, trying for the same result.
I wish this was an exaggeration
I actually toned the truth down a bit so it would be more plausible.
Categories:
marge, women,
Form: Narrative
M-y
A-crostic
R-egards
G-ladly
E-mploy
P-oem
I-n
E-uphoria
R-ightfully
C-omforting
Y-ou
Topic: Birthday of poetess Marge Piercy (March 31)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Categories:
marge, birthday, poetess,
Form: Acrostic
Every person on the Simpsons is sick and they will die.
They're suffering from Jaundice, that's the reason why.
Every fan of the Simpsons will have to nurse a broken heart.
They can say goodbye to Homer, Marge, Maggie, Lisa and Bart.
I'm the bearer of bad news but I'm not trying to be mean.
The people of Springfield have the worst cases of Jaundice that has ever been seen.
I give all of them just six months to live, nine months at the most.
They will die from Jaundice, that's what the doctors have diagnosed.
People will be happy to be rid of Sideshow Bob and MR. Burns as well.
Because of the strangelings Bart has received, Homer will go to Hell.
Everybody in Springfield is very upset because they're going to die.
After being on TV for over 30 years, they can kiss their butts goodbye.
Categories:
marge, death, funny, humor,
Form: Rhyme
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