He’s always So Behind
Hasten,
Mason
Heavenly Guy
Sky glow
Milo
A Great Guy
Maxwell
acts swell
Sure Not Dickie Nixon
Tricky
Micky
Spoiled Guy
Bratty
Mattie
Why We Follow
Moses
Shows us
Such a Cheerful Fellow
Jaunty
Monty
Hope he Doesn’t want Kids
Sterile
Merrill
The Stoic
Spartan
Martin
He Keeps Them in the Family
Newel’s
Jewels
The King’s Favorite
Jester
Nestor
He’s Just so Tall
Shorten
Norton
Almost got Left off the Ark
Noah’s
Boas
I Have . . .
Faith in
Nathan
The Shrewd One
Heady
Neddy
The guy in Charge
Foreman
Norman
Never Sits Still
Goin’
Owen
Stuck at Home
Snowed in
Odin
A Nobody
Zero
Nero
Put Him on a Diet
Fatty
Paddy
Give Him a Shave Please
Hairy
Parry
Never Finished Med School
Nursie
Percy
Kind of a Loafer
Restin’
Preson
Mr. Popular
Tweeter
Peter
His Magic
Patrick’s
Hat Tricks
Worm Man
Wriggly
Quiggly
You rented a place on Bourbon Street?
Oh, yes, in New Orleans, of course I did.
The old man stared deeply into my eyes
Not from Mardi Gras Matti, I hope!
I burst out laughing and nodded my head.
Yes, I did, I told him. She is so colorful!
I loved her instantly! She has such charm.
She is a voodoo priestess, he yelled. Then he cringed.
I laughed at his silliness.
I instantly fell in love with Mardi Gras Mattie.
I was thrilled to rent her house.
I imagine it will be as magical as she is.
"Heartsongs"
sweet poetry
inspires many people
Thanks, Mattie J.T. Stepanek
dearheart :)
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Song of my heart Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: JCB Brul
Mattie and Myrna
Mattie and Myrna have become my pals
Though it wasn't that way from the start
They're nothing like dear Red and Goldie
But over time they've won my heart.
Red and Goldie used to visit the feeder
Until frightened away by the cat
But Mattie and Myrna being bold and brassy
Would loudly squawk and chat.
When they brought their new mynah fledglings
Wearing a pathetic hungry look
These crafty avian parents
Knew that this was their winning hook.
They watch my comings and goings
And feign a respectful kowtow
And being their well trained human,
I toss them some Friskies Cat Chow!
So, although I miss my cardinals,
Their beauty and enchanting song,
Somehow these boisterous mynahs
In my life now seem to belong.
Molly Moore
A wonder why some people does behave suh
Greedy foh dem mattie own
Always want but never like to give
I can't live with these people no moe
Dem does get on my nerve now
A de thinking dem gone change they ways
But it getting worse by the days
Tell meh why we can't be civilize
Is like dem see a plum tree
And ain't waiting fo de plum get ripe
Always wanting the first bite
When you see dem get money
Dem whole attitude change
But when dem get broke
Oh lawd
Dem like uncivilized ape
I can't tek dem now
But every dog get dem day
A gone hide meh fang
And give dem a taste of they own medicine
You wait and see
My house ain't get place fo bad minded people
Period !
I love to reminisce about great Aunt Mattie.
Her home perched atop of an old barber shop;
a barber pole below her apartment told my young eyes
that we’d arrived at her place.
Her tiny space, smelled of a million confections and
um, lilacs; house a plethora of oriental treasures;
stories fed my wild imagination.
She worked as a nurse but, she was born with a baker’s soul and
she should have had her own bakery.
The old candy cane pole was so appropriate;
revealed her subconscious desires.
I believed her canary sang so well;
of sweet scents wafting silently throughout the rooms;
he was so blessed to reside there inhaling the,
buttery chocolate and caramel bliss.
I was blessed to visit and savor them as
I perused her, “what knots”;
the Chinese dragons and lions who shared her home,
her brass dragon gong, now lives with me;
it still sings of her creations;
each time that I awaken it and my palate joins the song,
as I travel once again through, “what knot”, stories; breathing in butterscotch, cocoa and lilac memories.
Hattie gladly had a fatty patty.
If a bad fatty patty had Hattie,
That fatty patty would’ve made Hattie batty;
But, Hattie had a rad fatty patty!
The fad-clad Hattie is also a caddy.
“And gladly,” chatted Hattie, “I take after daddy.”
Hattie’s daddy, Mattie, was a caddy as a laddie.
But once Mattie had Hattie, a bad caddy was Mattie, and now the caddy’s Hattie.
But Mattie chatted, gladly, “Me Hattie’s a natty!”
All the laddies were gladly mad for Hattie, and turned caddy.
But Hattie’s chatty daddy chatted, now batty,
“Stray from me Hattie, laddies. Me Hattie is gladly a rad-fatty-patty-eating caddy
that took aft’ her daddy!”
The minute it touched my mouth,
I groaned in ecstasy.
Still warm from the oven,
delicate, sublime flavor,
ethereal tongue talk.
For the first time
I fully understood the term,
melt in your mouth.
I told her. I said, "Mattie,
it's ambrosia from heaven."
Every potluck dinner at church,
she brought it.
I never forgot her kindness,
or the wonderful taste
of Mattie Johnson's Chess pie.
i feel you everywhere i go today
you little cherub laughing so eyes are
dancing as the butterflies capture you
as no words you need to be heard wow
a smile so tranquil that dimple in your chin
glows from within the words you wrote
stays with me as i'm understanding your own
loving self as i often wonder how such a
child could carry words across the minds of
many as you have forever painted your canvas
admired by all who has ever got the pleasure
of your rapture and those who haven't shall
endure your poetic wraths forever through the
words you have so unselfishly donated to our
hearts and our minds the mere wonder of you
for all i can feel is lucky so lucky and yet
free in my voice as i sing the phrases that
god only gives to a few of us the rest must
endure this dream world in imagination and
by simply cuddling up to one of your verses
YOLANDA JOY NICHOLSEN
INTERNATIONAL POET
Dear God, I'm praying
to thank you for everything.
All these years I prayed so much
for this most important thing:
I asked to let me find someone
to take care of and to love;
To save me from my loneliness,
send an angel from above.
And all along I wanted
to find a love that's true...
But through the years I gave up hope
I started losing faith in you.
I guess I stopped believing
in all those fairy tales...
I thought that any love story
would eventually just fail.
Now, I feel so different
I really can't explain
But maybe, just maybe
Love found me. It's insane.
I know sometimes I have my doubts,
but then I think it through...
I remember to appreciate
that all good things come from you.
I think, I feel, I know that he
is an answer to my prayers...
Because I see how much he loves me
I see how much he cares.
So thank you for this blessing
that you've given me...
the greatest gift, a perfect love
with my perfect man, Mattie
Mattie & I
on the stream of
Soda Can
the heavenly hills
Of Hats.
The howling husked heard;
Just The Night Owls
And the waxes of weltering wobble of worms
All In Dreams
Then:
I rollover
And see Mattie
Swift asleep forever
And whimpering…
Aches
And I never eat-
Till Mattie wakes-
From his sleep:
--Dedicated To My Conscience,Abeer:R.I.P --
**Obese Is Not Okay**
For "Put Your Rebel On!" Contest
Lem-me get a taste a za'
Scrumbcious cake
O..
Dear Mattie
Legs ain't takin'
No mo'e-ye weight
za'-c's' y'like
some-a'-za' cake
O..Mattie
Now te-me wada-Do
When ye'-gatz daz Blue
Please,O..
Dear Mattie Dont go
Dont leave to za'Land-a-Rainin' Sun
No,
No More...
Mattie
--Dedicated to Abeer R.I.P--
**Obese Is Not Owkay**
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