Pta Poems | Examples

the guys right next door

the laws and codes
to take life
and move forward
after death called
dishonoring his beauty
my idols timecards
his tickets paid
pta debts and laughter
to be the father 
i look to be a boy from
knowing how his world ends
and cheating with you, again
please yourself for once
keep your hands off
of us
so he can't see me
save myself

Love

Tu pass hota ha toh gabrahat si hoti ha ??.
Duur hota ha toh bechanni si hoti ha??.
Nahi hota ha toh fikar si hoti ha ??.
Hota ha toh nazar bas tuj pr hoti ha ??.
Ankhey band kru toh tasveer teri hoti ha??.
Ankhey kholu toh surat teri hoti ha??.

Tuje kya pta meri jaan????

 Mahkhane mea pii hui sharab bhi tere naam ki hotii ha ????.

and of course

Mitzy who retired the same day as me said
“One of my parents gave me two hundred dollars.”
“Great!” I replied
“Another gave me a hundred.”
This makes sense. She is a really terrific second grade teacher.
“And then, of course, we got the two hundred dollars from the PTA.”
I am sure she would not have mentioned this
if
she
had 
known
that
we
was 
only
she.

let's be haughty and stuck up

The couple wanted to eat at an exclusive restaurant.
Wife said, “Let’s act like we are haughty and stuck up.”
Husband was all in; so they ate with pinkie fingers up.
They were ultra-rude to the waiter; noses in the air.

They sent their food back twice; a chef came out.
He ordered them to leave; the entire place clapped.
Even the PTA president and her husband.
There would be HE double toothpicks to pay later.

I Won't Wear it

we got new red shirts from the PTA on Monday
It was comfy, so I wore it to school on Tuesday.
Then I texted McBride, my bestie.
Wear your new red shirt, I said, we can be twins.

She texted back “Do not wear that shirt!
It is for the birthday celebration in September!”
“Too late,” I replied. “I am at school.”
I get there two hours before most of the others.

She texted me “change that shirt!”
After peeking into my closets I saw all my shirts are long-sleeved.
The heat index yesterday was a hundred and ten.
She called me and asked what slacks I was wearing.

I said “I am wearing denim blue pedal pushers.”
This is old-school talk for “capris”.
She said “I am bringing you a shirt!”
“I won’t wear it!” I told her.

When she arrived she made me pull it out of the bag.
It was ALL of my favorite neon colors!
pinks, greens, oranges, yellows, reds.
I whipped my red shirt off and handed it to her.

Ms Horsatense

Do not schedule a pta meeting for Miss Horsatense
She will have none of that, ridiculous nonsense
She does not “do” meetings with others, they would waste her time.
Communal living? Not on her dollar or dime.

Her dance movements are inventive, her music is her own,
her ideas, ways, and means are unique – anomalies unknown.
Miss Horsatense does not “do” lunch, it would waste her time.
She has never let any man, cat or dog call her “mine”.

Her days are filled with whatever she wants to do.
She was born with money, in case you had not a clue.
Her hairdresser does not know her at all, she will tell you.
She lets no one get close, not even her brother, Lou.

The Personable Mom

she was the prettiest woman in the room
dressed in a faerie costume
one of the few moms to do that on Halloween

her children were excited that she was there
she was personable, friendly and fun
we were all attracted to her personality

she became the head of the PTA
organized the school store
did things for all of us

She wanted to develop friendships
But most of us were too busy to have coffee or lunch
She was a stay at home mom, who eventually moved away

I sometimes think of her and wish I had gone to coffee
she was so much fun, but I had not made much time for her
I regret that now

She Pretends She Is a Peacemaker

Dorothy’s fabricated Pollyannaism struck me as obnoxious.
She pretends to be a pacificator at these PTA meetings.
I have seen her social media posts.
She is an avid hawk with violent words.
She loves guns and bullets.
Pretending to be a dove here.
Asking for us to vote her in as president.
Does she have the other women fooled?
Should I stand up and speak?
I catch the eye of another woman.
We do not know each other.
Our eyes roll in unison and we laugh.
I let things slide, hoping others are not fooled.

Took My Orchid For a Walk

I took my orchid for a walk
Delicate, but she did not squawk
We walked around the town and my block.
I only stumbled once on a tiny granite rock.

Can we go home now? My orchid asked me.
She had spied a leopard in a nearby tree.
I had no idea he was there watching me.
She told me later after I’d reached safety.

I wanted to go see the creature for myself.
She asked that I park her first on yonder shelf.
Leopard was gone, which mean no selfie to take.
Going back there someone said was a big mistake.

But leopards do not bother me, for I like them.
They sometimes grab ahold of my hem.
And walk around with me, scaring others.
You cannot be serious! Say the PTA mothers

Buying Into Small Town Rumors

Morti Martha was from a bigger town
A glitzy town, a jazzy town, Las Vegas.
She had been a showgirl; is what I was told.
Not by her, but by many others.

She had visited our church once, and her clothes sparkled.
Rhinestones in church! Some of the staid members were askance.
I thought she looked ritzy and fine wearing sequined plastic baubles.

She wore an elaborate headpiece to her first PTA meeting.
“Is that gold leaf?” someone asked. A few tittered.
I thought Morti Martha looked gorgeous, so I sat by her.
“I love your headpiece,” I told her.
“They are the ones that started the rumors,” she said.
“I am buying in to please them.”

Isnt She a Bit Odd

"Isn’t she a bit odd?" a PTA lady asked me.
I did not know what to say.

She was my cousin, so not odd to me.
The others fell silent.

"I think she came to one of our meetings, " one said.
"I remember that,"  another chimed in. "She didn’t fit in so well."

Probably because you were so welcoming, I thought.

Caveat Scriptor

It's not a prerequisite, of course, but if a piece of writing is any good, chances are it's probably offensive to someone. (Paraphrasing John Irving-A Widow for One Year) So, writer beware...


Words are a writer's stock in trade,
To ply it well requires a versatile,
Not volatile, vocabulary.
With words a writer's claim to fame is made,
But words can have broad repercussions.
So when he writes
He should select them well,
Not just to sell,
But so they don't arouse the scrutiny
Of those guys who comprise Homeland Security
And become the subject of discussions
Of the FBI, the CIA,
The DAR, the DMV,
The IRS, the IRA,
USPS, the EPA,
The PTA, SPCA,
AARP or AAA,
Twitter, NAACP,
The NFL, the MLB,
The LGBTQ community,
The NRA, the PGA,
NASA or the BBB,
Ellen, Oprah, Dr. Phil,
An ad hoc Sunday sermon bill,
Or his city, county, state constabulary.

Signals

The connection's gone.
Check your cell signals.
No signal.
Something is up.
What?
Abduction Set up.

Momand Agency

What system do you have?
How do you jam sim signals?
How do you locate sim & cell?

Maa

Kehne ko toh ghar ki sabse badi, 
Pr vaise sbki jaan hain woh. 
Sbki pareshaani lekr, 
Khud rehti pareshaan h wo.

Parivaar mein sabka khayal hain rkhti , 
Pta nhi kaise prr vo nhi thakti

Kisi ko nhi dekh skti pareshaan hn,
Kyunki poore parivaar mein toh unki bsti jaan h.

Kismat waalon ko hi milti h maa,
Warna unse jaake poocho jo har wakt kehte hn tu khaan h maa.

Meri zindagi mein sbse pyaara tofa maa h,
Hrr pal vo sahi jo unki dikhayi raah h,

Bss ab uss pal ka h intezaar
Jb meri wajah se hi hongi khush vo aur meri wajah se khush hoga parivaar

Unka hrr khwaab unki hrr soch ko poora krna h
Bss maa, tere liye hi jeena tere liye hi marna h…..
tere liye hi jeena tere liye hi marna h!!!!

                         Maa you're the best !!

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