U-Haul Trucks aren't allowed in Heaven,
there just isn't any room for your stuff,
grandma's China and Raggedy Ann dolls,
cross-stitched samplers and mason jars,
and dozens pictures of movie stars.
U-Haul Trucks Aren't Allowed in Heaven,
the matched set of livingroom furniture
with a wide-screened television in living color,
all the clothes which hang in your closet
should be donated to a non-profit deposit.
U-Haul Trucks Aren't Allowed in Heaven,
those tools which you collected within
your three-car garage from yard sales,
and one-of-a-kind antique whatnot
will be sold at an estate sale on the spot.
U-Haul Trucks Aren't Allowed in Heaven,
think of it as traveling lightly one way,
no burdens, no worries and gas to pay,
leaving behind years of collection
as family members make objection.
By Robert J (Bob) Moore © 2016
Making quilts is difficult, you might think you’re clever too
but there’s all the thought and preparation, that you have to do,
choose the colours and choose the thread, will that one go with this
patterns which you think they’d like, and scenes all filled with bliss
Then add them all, and study it, till you think it looks just right
you cut and stitch and ponder, well into the night
paper pieces, bits of cloth, and sewing things together
flowers here, and there a bird, and stitch, light as a feather
As well as Quilt’s, there’s Cushions, and runners for the table too
wall hangings, cross stitch samplers, to mention just a few
to cut and stitch and applique, the pattern she will choose
to make exactly what she sees, her talent she will use
But more than colour, more than thread, there’s part of you in there
with every stitch and every thought, filled with love and care
for quilts are made for family, and friends that you hold dear
so they can keep, and cherish them, year after year after year
Feedback,
A poet strive for perfection
Someday his work will become a worldly reflection
Of whom he is
With each line he procrastinate,
With each verse,
Reaction, pro action and anticipation
To the point
Of debating or reconstructing his latest
Despite receiving favorable reviews
Should I read it out loud?
Or should I let it simmer
And invited samplers to sample my work
Too many mind and voices
Can be influential
Unlike a Sunday buffet his poem
Is not the main course?
His work is his ode
So he becomes a prolific composer.
Author note:
To be or not to be this is the question
The Grammar Years
On that train an hour ago,
though he did not see me,
I saw a teacher I had years ago,
a proper man was he
who in the margins of my papers
wrote short sermons in a script
so perfect and so neat
they looked like samplers.
But on that train an hour ago
I glowed in exultation when I saw
his index finger pluck
a small erratum from his nose.
Donal Mahoney
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