She says she prefers weed
That its as wholesome as green trees
But if she’s a marijuana queen
Why can’t she do more than eat
Babies need their mothers
Men need their lovers
But her only desperate desire
Is to set Mary Jane on fire
Is it a gateway drug
For many it is a help
For her it’s not enough
She mooches off everyone else
Maybe her teens wasn’t a dream
And she had childhood trauma
But nearly thirty and it seems
She is the cause of today’s drama
I’m not a fan of anything
That kills your motivation and dreams
Your drug of choice isn’t working
Please abort and start praying
Categories:
mooches, abuse, addiction, art, how
Form: Rhyme
Two toddlers laughing and playing in the sand with balls and toys.
Their sweet friendly nature, being together, each one enjoys.
As the two friends grew and are now all of seven,
One’s parents are loving, the others are in heaven.
One has pretty clothes and views the world with delight.
One yearns for kind words and a hug at night.
Life goes by and now the two are turning eight,
Watching for someone to love her, one child will wait.
Music and dancing and parties are all part of life for one.
One is lucky to be an orphan when all is said and done.
For her life could have been worse with an addicted mother.
But its outings and dolls and making a fairy garden for the other.
Life mooches on now they are ten, life is glitter and ballet shoes,
Or its second-hand clothes and pre-loved toys to amuse.
Wonder there is now, being a teen, with jewelry and brand name jeans.
For some that is, and for others, growing up fast is what it means.
One looks forward to prom dresses, friends and dates with boys.
The other looks back to playing in the sand, laughing with balls and toys.
Categories:
mooches, youth,
Form: Couplet
Poets vs. Posters
Poets
Observant sensitive
Describing bringing out uttering
Writers authors mooches delusions
Jumbling mixing up mashing
Shallow foolish
Posters
Categories:
mooches, people, poets,
Form: Diamante
The dog is on its back
having a
‘world scratch my ‘belly’
moment.
My family is deeply sleeping,
oblivious to the ongoing
raging storm.
T.V. signal gone. Wi Fi out,
no lights. I sit here
white knuckles on chair arms.
There are probably drugged out zombies
tearing up shopping malls.
I think I hear gunshots ringing out;
screams and angry yells.
The wind howls -
what malign force kicked the wind?
Getting no luck
with the begged for tummy rubs,
the dog mooches into the kitchen;
I hear it trying to safe-crack the fridge.
Do I have to worry about everything?
Categories:
mooches, poetry,
Form: Free verse
The Lost Heart
If it beats_ _ it still respires
if it aches _ It still senses
if it breaks _ it still feels
if it qualms _ it still rectifies
if it hurts _ it still dears
if it crawls _ it still mooches
if it desires _ it still floats
if it’s alone _ it still misses
if it sleeps _ it still glares
if it stops _ it still fears
if it bleeds _ it still cares
if it dies _ it still fades
Categories:
mooches, grief, hope, how i
Form: ABC
She picks up every stained t-shirt,
takes out the trash,
sweeps up the dirt.
She washes every dirty dish,
but might forget
to feed the fish.
She's sure the girls are always fed
and gives them 'mooches
before bed.
She lets them know that it's no joke
when the tub is pink
and the floor is soaked.
This mommy's kiss can heal boo-boo's;
it dries up tears
and cures the flu.
They know that monsters do no harm
to little girls
in mommy's arms.
She'd give them the world if she could
and always tries
when tips are good.
Her body aches at her shift's end
but still finds time
to play pretend.
She's everything I hope to be
when my own kids
look up to me.
The world could never be so mean
if every mom
was like Charlene.
Categories:
mooches, love, mother, world,
Form: Blank verse