Happy National Parents Day (tomorrow, July 24) to all you Poetry Soup moms who are, ever have been, or who would like to be. And with this caveat...be careful what you tell your children. They often tend to be quite liberal with your meaning and quite literal in their interpretations.
My mama taught me manners
That serve me to this very day,
But there's one I never understood
Nor could fully quite condone.
Mama said:
"Don't slurp the soup,
And sit up straight,
And eat every bean
And pee on your plate."
I didn't question her advice…
'cause moms are never wrong…
But because of it,
Now I'll only consume legumes
When I'm alone.
So, mamas, when you give advice,
I urge you to be wary,
Lest your kid, like me,
Grows up to be
A victim of vocabulary.
Nothing lasts forever
Forever I will remember this
As they are the words you said to me
Me and you...you and I
Whatever...
Had an unbreakable bond
So they were right; 'till death do as part
I was the castle and you my pillar
Held me firm on the ground
No storm managed to degrade your work
You handled responsibilities tirelessly
Best stories are in writings
But your oral skill was an exception
Exceptionally the best stories I have ever heard came from your mouth
So alluring was your voice that it denied me sleep
Very captivating a voice you had
But now you are gone
I am only left with those memories
There is no reality in them
Just illusions and hallucinations
As I remember taking a glimpse at your lifeless body inside that cocoon
Gone to soon
I used to sing songs of adoration
Not anymore as dirges have dominated my mouth
The poems of praise that I used to write make no sense now
I have ended up composing elegies
I used to celebrate parents day but nowadays I am left celebrating mothers day
You taught me how to be happy and I had not mastered it well
That's why I ended up sad with tears rolling down my cheeks...
The boy was only four years old
but he’d watched Scoobey Doo
Seen them chase many a monsters
who’d escaped at the zoo.
The October sun was soon down.
His parents day was through.
His Mom had hand sewn his costume
SHE thought he looked real cute!
The boy was only four years old
but even small men new;
you didn’t stop the mean monsters
as a clown at the zoo!
In many stripes of red and white
a white ruff at his neck;
he thought of Shaggy and Thelma
and monsters soon on deck…
The boy was only four years old
HE can make a RATTLE!
So, he ran into the kitchen
for an empty soda bottle.
A few small stones dropped down the neck
some yarn made it dangle
and he’d made a fine hoodoo charm
and bring it to battle!
He’d seen Shaggy fighting zombies
witch doctors in their day.
He’d watched Scoobey scare the monsters
He knew just how to play!
Frankenstien and Dracula
frightened kids in his line
but when they came to that cute clown
HE scared THEM you’ll find!
He shook his homemade hoodoo charm
and watched them skedaddle
cause theirs nothing quite so frightenin’
as a MAD CLOWN with a rattle!
when did i first learn that i needed thee
oh that terrible day i spent with out thee
i was like a ship in a desert
as useless as i was wasted feeling came over me
a fish out of water flopping around
with no way to reach water
all i could do was drown backwards
a man in the desert, many days without water
coming to realize
the uselessness of all the worlds riches
the poor child on Christmas Eve
who's parents pockets were empty
yet his heart full of wishes
images of miracles so true in the movies
and in less than 24 hours
his parents night mare arrive
oh sad day and woe is me
for the day i find that i've lost thee
Happy is the day a baby is born.
Happy are the parents of a new born.
Happy are the siblings of the new born.
Happy are the relatives to the family.
Happy are friends and well wishers.
Happy is everyone who appreciates God's Gifts.
It is wonderful to experience parenthood.
It is wonderful to experience sibling rivalry.
It is wonderful to have an inclusion to the family.
It is wonderful to have someone to love.
It is wonderful to have someone to love you.
It is wonderful to celebrate procreation.
Today you remember your coming to the world.
Today your parents remember your first word.
Today your siblings rejoice with you.
Today your relatives celebrate with you.
Today friends and well wishers appreciate you.
Today everyone felicitate with you.
Here comes a day for you to be really happy.
Be lost in the celebration of Goodness.
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