My little cousin, Junior, lost his mom when she was only 39 and he was 9. It was such a devastating time for him – her pet name for Junior was “June Bug”
Junior had a beautiful mom
Unlike any other
Never knew a heart so calm
Ever the amazing mother!
Blessed by her light, her sacrifice
Unending grace beyond a price
Glory to God for love so nice!
Not for prized Wristwatch Seiko
Would I wear a Nick Gecko
And there is a sane Beko
Who could drink to “a Gecko”
And permits us to echo
“Beko is your Wall Gecko”
‘The Nick, no fear, re-echo’
Has Beko goals of Decoy?
In Nick ‘Gecko’ Gold’s Alloy?
Just what is wrong with Beko
And where does this dreams anchor?
Nickname for operation
We watch with admiration
Dwelling on strained relations
And men saving their nations:
‘Shooting’ their occupation,
Out of barracks: their station:
Towards battlefront with chants:
“Wall Gecko for you, Doomed Ants”
Just began to bike
To my brand new office job
Got a new nickname
They call me “Sweaty Armpits”
I’ll probably have to quit
Early 21st century
Pupils are to wear name tags
In school
But long before that a name tag
Is fastened to a new born baby
From then a special name card
Is also embedded in the mother's heart
It carries his nickname
It carries his childhood face
It carries his childhood memories
And some particular events
To be remembered
It carries a mother's love
And patience too
Pandora you said...
(Pandora you called me)
and I wonder if you knew
that of all things set loose
Hope remained intact,
in the box full of evil things.
Jacklin is a singer,
As per what I think, she likes burger,
Carrom is her favourite indoor game,
Kindness and calmness she supports,
Liberal to do anything,
Intelligent and genius are the synonyms,
Naughty but cute.
Rabbit is her favourite animal,
Oh my god! is her repeated statement,
Dancing is out of her ability,
Rose is her favourite flower,
Ice-cream is oxygen for her,
Green and purple are her favourite colour,
Unusual things makes her furious,
Especially if you call her by nickname,
So, never call her Jacky!
He calls me names, the teacher said.
Her arms were crossed; her mouth was tight,
She was mean-face-angry. Furious maybe.
What names? The boss asked her.
Does it matter? I wondered but later I was glad she had.
The teacher yelled out three names
“leave me alone Lucy”, “sound it out Sarah”, and
“Fix it yourself, Yolanda.”
These three names fit her personality better than a snakeskin.
I looked at the brilliant eight-year-old who had one-upped our own nickname for her.
and bit my lips as hard as I could, so my personality did not escape.
The boss’s eyes met mine; I knew we were on the same amused wavelength,
headed toward Uh-oh-land.
Good friends we both looked away but not before
Sound it Out Sarah figured it out.
She saw the look and knew
“Let’s go,” Fix it Yourself Yolanda said to the eight-year-old felon,
A psychoanalyst in the making,
maybe already there without a degree.
He and “Leave me Alone Lucy” had traveled
several meters down the hall
before the boss and I clutched each other,
sobbing with happy laughter.
“Oh, we are going to get it now!” I thought.
Our own nickname for her was “Retaliation Rebecca”.
My name is my name if you please,
my first name is Sheri as nickname,
my second name is my maiden name,
father given, kept as middle name.
and they work so well together,
the SF initials highlighting my genre
of writing of future dreams and invention,
so sorry to say, I'm only my name
plus my husband's taken for my wedding.
I'd make it more creative but it works
and as a working girl, that had to do.
Let me creatively write but keep sane
my given name, family names married
as a pen name working to keep me safe.
What is mistaken so is
dire self-aggrandizement
by ambitious fellows
re-baptized by citizens
hijacked by opportunists
as true love for a nation
It is a nickname, a vanity
All I did was get in the water
to bath, drink and have a little think,
but when I did finally emerge
all of the others had gone extinct!
There was some kind of death power purge.
They all left me, oh, they had such nerve!
Fate not only allowed me to live,
it gave me a life that has no quit
and I tell you, it is not a gift.
I really believe I got short shift,
not to mention, a well-known nickname
that is far and way beyond insane.
Now all I ever hear is Loch Ness.
As a should be goner, called monster,
I cannot even leave this water;
we are stuck like a cup and saucer.
If I were to walk upon the shore
all would see I am a dinosaur.
My friend Ms. Wickys bladder was weak,
every hour a restroom she had to seek,
she thought life wasn't fair,
always changing underwear,
her new nickname becoming now Ms. Wickyleaks.
Jack's a nickname, my real name's Charles
Guess I've got some 'splaining to do
My sisters and Mom wanted “Jack Norman”
Dad won, that's why you're confused
My sisters and Mom said they wouldn't give in
And would call me Jack anyway
For my entire life been called by a nickname
Confusing? You betcha to this day
A bone of contention all through my life
Whenever I'd sign legal documents
Am looked at like I'm a bit on the shady side
So I'd play up this silly pretence
Acte suspicious, stutter and stammer
Misspell my name C-a-r-l-e-s
Get a kick out the sideways glances I get
As they considered a possible arrest
Finally fill them in on this problem I've had
Since the very first day of my birth
Chuckled as they realized I was who I was
And apologized for what it was worth
Jack's a nickname, my real name's Charles
Now you know the rest of the story
© Jack Ellison 2013
T aking and leaning on
U navailable male and
R eaching for someone other
T han your husband.
L ow-lifes ruin marriages
E veryday just like yourself!