I do the washing
i don't say anything
I half to cook
& I wont talk back
The mom
mame'
the wife
Ms. Sheila
I do it all
every night
everyday
it never gets old
when I'm nervous
I take pills
he hits the wall
It never fails
He's dad
He's mad as hell
He wont stop
he is a husband
I carry the rings
I needle alone
Where are the kids
in the rom?
We must accomplish more
We are never separated
when will it stop
when he is gone'
That's when ill be gone
gone home with my mamma'
Let me tell you all about my friend Rita
She fell in love with a guy named Peter
He made his living as a panel beater
To Rita there wasn't a guy any sweeter
So Rita and Peter went into town one day
Happened to meet Sue along the way
Both of them asked if she was okay
Fair to middling is what she did say
Peter was a cheater and had a roving eye
If ladies were about he certainly wasn't shy
When Rita found out she started to cry
All she could say was why Peter why
Here’s to the travellers,
the passengers, the tourists
who trek this alien landscape
in search of experience.
Here’s to the resilient,
the adaptable, the survivors
who chose uneven ground
and made a path for others.
Here’s to the dreamers,
the poets, the believers
who see the cosmic cycles
of life, death and rebirth.
Here’s to the family,
the siblings, the bonds
that protect and comfort
because love is never lost.
Here’s a rose for Rita,
for Les, for Reen, for Mom
and all the souls we’ve lost
who have gone home again.
For we are the aliens,
not of this Earth, interlopers,
we belong to eternity
and to eternity we shall return.
NOTE:
Last night, Aug 20, 2019 my sister Rita Rose (her married name) lost her battle with leukemia and kidney disease, passing behind the curtain peacefully, joyfully returning to her husband Les whom she lost just nine months ago. Our mother passed only two months ago at the age of 92 while my brother's wife Reen died in April of 2018. Please send your love to Rita's daughter Heather and her grandchildren.
Rita
There once was a cat they called Rita
Whose best friend was named Manuelita
One day they played cards
Rita won…wasn’t hard
‘Cause Rita was really a “chee-tah”.
Rita Rudner said, “I don't plan to age gracefully
Just have face-lifts till my ears meet, collaboratively”
That made me cackle
Things started to waggle
Was seen sucking on a sucker occasionally
Dear readers of mine,
I bring you
Some red flowers!
Dear friends of mine,
I bring you some
nice twin flowers!
Dear family of mine,
I bring you
some nice roses!
'Cause, flowers
Do bring us a lot
Of joy at home!
'Cause, flowers
Do love us all,
For, they are like us:
Godfather has also created them!
So, family and friends of mine,
We do have to love flowers,
We all, have to respect flowers,
God, our Father, wants Love to be first in life!!
Rita Solis Radius. 2/21/2017. Poem "FLOWERS", translation of the Mpongwès poem « I Flawa ».
the power of the sunlight
through a yellow leaf
has designed a sweetheart
@Rita Solis Radius. October 8th 2016. Autumn haiku.
morning and thick fog
certainly worried hearts
a rainy weather
@Rita Solis Radius. 28 sept. 2016.
sight sublime dove
happily taking its flight
in blue iced-sky
@Rita Solis Radius. Sept. 28th 2016.
some fresh champagne
to clink glasses to summer
new colleges term
@Rita Solis Radius. Sept. 28 th 2016.
by sweet evening
a small swan feet in water
caring elegance
@Rita Solis Radius. Sept. 28th 2016.
first autumn poem
a realistic haïku
written for contest
@Rita Solis Radius. September 27th 2016. Haiku proposed to an online contest.
rose and yellow
pretty little flowers on
the lovely tree
***
special colours for
some lace peonies
flowers dance of love
***
the roses simply
are flowers inspiring
romance and love
***
a bouquet of beautiful
roses appealed to
the idea of a new season
***
a sublime woman
dreaming among some
amazing red flowers
***
an oustanding scenery
with purple sunset
and rose lake waters
@Rita Solis Radius. 20/2/2017. Flowers haïkus.
let us take a breathe
the spring sky is blue
life is so beautiful
©Rita Solis Radius. March 30th 2015. Spring life is breathe
dear all kind people
receive my Easter blessings
from happy rabbit
©Rita Solis Radius. April 6th 2015. Easter rabbit blessings
rose and parma flowers
to get a very
beautiful sunny week
©Rita Solis Radius. May 18th 2015. Flowery sunny week
a magnificent beauty
competition is
announcing the summer time
©Rita Solis Radius. June 1st 2015. Summer time competition
a beautiful butterfly
and a blue flower
perfect fusion of nature
©Rita Solis Radius. June 22nd 2015. Butterfly and blue flower
a dreamlike place
nature allows marriage
lake houses ills
©Rita Solis Radius. June 23rd 2015. Natural marriage
Chased mercilessly
over well- worn tar
palpable loss pushes
a sable brush
dunked in dread
a furious deluge
of fear
oozes out
blackens every inch
of familiar landscape
what if’s
eat through
the still static blue horizon
making a meal
of unborn dreams
slaked only by
hastily grabbed
history
coupled with
ragged spirits
that desperately
haul hope north
safe haven
on strange soil
still dark hours
away
Rita Rizzo was more like you and I when she was younger
Sometimes asking herself why she felt this sort of hunger
But one way she was different was her great love for Jesus
No matter how things went she knew that He still loved Us
As this love for our Lord grew so did her wisdom and insight
And all that strength that she drew in the seeing of His Light
A woman of smaller stature no one could ever stand so tall
For when it's Jesus you adore your enemies' often tend to fall
But it was her constant prayer hour upon hour spent alone
And the more she would become aware in His Light Shone
Defending Him if it's needed in taking on her Lord's Fight
But it's what she seeded in helping so many in their plight
And now She's up there talking with all of the Lords Angels
But down here feels so bare for now there are few parallels
Perhaps we could, in Her name, also begin to do the same
To the One who took all our blame so we'd have no shame
Psalms 34:15
“The eyes of the LORD are upon the righteous,
and his ears are open unto their cry.”
God Bless Mother Angelica
Peter met Rita
He was so pleased to meet her
They went on a date, so Peter could treat her
On the date, Peter challenged Rita to a game of cards
(He thought he could beat her)
In the game, Rita was beating Peter
Peter called Rita a cheater
He said “Rita, you need to play neater”
You are a big cheater!
“Rita, you are a big, big, big cheater” shouted Peter
(Peter was a repeater)
The following week, Peter met up again with Rita
Peter told Rita, he was sorry to call her a cheater
He asked if they could meet up again
(Him being a repeater!)
They later enjoyed a night out
With a litre of Margarita
Rita, the feeling is so real
For you, of all the love and
passion
My Rita, how do I make you
feel?
Loved, or out of fashion?
Rita, I’ll be the one for you
Forever by your side
My Rita, whatever it takes, I’ll
do
Our hearts, we’ll never hide
Rita, you came to me my love
In just the nick of time
My Rita, tonight we’ll rise above
You’re in your red dress so fine
Rita, the feeling is so real
For you, of all the love and
passion
My Rita, how do I make you
feel?
Loved, or out of fashion?
Limerick croises : Once our ‘Rita jumped into Sea Anne-Anne – 14
Once our ‘Rita jumped into Sea Anne-Anne
Sirens howled « panic stations » refrain
One Valhalla Rani
Offered her much money
For a shot sans mantilla – in vain
Our ‘Rita – you bet – a stunning beauty
Not given to falling for flattery
Was all of prime six feet
Which she tucked under meat
For Sevillan beds stood (on) two feet plus three !
So they put her up that night till Morgan
Classified her as subterfuge weapon
NSA roped her in
To put one o’er Putin
Now Chinese wish her to test rat poison !
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
There was a young woman named Rit-a
who married herself a big cheat-a
When all's said and done
she found out she's one
does not need a man to complete -ha
written may 13 th,2013 for contest 5 Minute Challenge
sponsored by Russell Sivey
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