Servicing Poems | Examples

Memories of Mothers Day

Made motherless 
in your mid teens,
father removed by grief,
brother and sister
crying out, your youth
was taken by need.
Emotions went subterranean, 
kept capped too deep in you 
to weep to the surface.
You became a mother.

As a child
I never knew your pain,
I was too busy with my own. 
You carried those unhealed 
scars under a granite veneer.
Tears were meant to be held 
back and arms kept busy 
baking and servicing
the myriad of chores 
a housewife did back then.
They were not meant
for holding me.

We loved from a distance.
Only in the slow dissolution 
of your dying did we see each
other as we were.
We talked for hours
until words were done
and there came a silence
where existed only love
between mother and son

Beyond The Black Board

Teaching is a noble profession
But, given less regard on golden opportunities
I saw their plight of sacrifices
One example, teacher in remote places
Where servicing education to less fortunate ones
I saw teachers start hiking on a Sunday morning
And arrive at the place at evening
They have to go to the ordeal of cliff hanging bridge
Flowing river and rocky rough road and too many stops in between
They are stay-in teacher for the whole week or even more
Only few teacher survive the ordeal
Many quit and gone abroad for greener pasture
Some change places and practice in private school
Those who survive the ordeal remain skeptical
But because they love their profession and the children
They remain true and love their profession by heart
I wonder what the government can do to alleviate the situation
I wonder where our taxes go, where the resources went
I wait God to intervene my government and raise good leaders
To address many social issues that concern people and its progress.

Ailing

Summer has slammed its last car door
Its a final goodbye year
your ailing cat and dog have both passed on
You've sold your campervan
strange it broke  the day after sale
You've promised not to get another pet
The clocked in hours tickle to a close
Your car needs a MOT
The long stretch between home and servicing

Being Active

In my room with its broken door
is a vast array of U3A nomenclature
Admitting ones age is a drag
A vast collection of antique SLR'S stands
Just needing the servicing of fandango light
Use it or lose it, the idiom goes

A coach trip awaits
were I could make a friend
to share my interests
like J'aime Francais
and Lloyds Park walks
almost being half a centurion Croydonite

Eyes Out Sockets For Budging Pockets

For the unusually bulging pockets,
Eyes pop out of their sockets:
You’d think their owners had been handed lockets
Or once again America remembered rockets!

A Mechanic whose wife floats a versatile saloon
Funnily welcoming customers with balloon; 
Perhaps, the contents of his pockets
Are to end up in a handful sprockets
Or in his wife’s interest hats feathery 
And bags or shoes leathery …

But can he have made all the money
Or a part of it the sweat of his Honey;
Fewer cars now willing to break down
For a paid servicing by Mechanic Brown.

Need a Lyft

The wife is an Uber striver
Servicing the Nine to Fiver
The back seat's so worn
The cops suspect p..n
They're looking for a screwdriver

Bytes Out of the Old Apple

My youngest son is 53 years old
A chip off the old block as they say
I take full responsibility for this young fellow
Scott is his name, silliness is his game
Proud as punch of that boy
'Why grow up' has always been my motto
He has certainly accepted it as his as well
Like two peas in a pod we are
Poor dear wife Cathie
She is tested daily by us two extreme characters
She deserved some kind of an award, a medal
For endurance under extreme comedic conditions
The word 'serious' does not exist in our vocabulary
Life is one big hoot
And why not... the alternative sucks
Did I say I'm proud as punch of my Scottie
A successful computer guru
Heading up the Creative Services Department
Of a large company servicing the pharmaceutical industry 
Did I say I'm proud as punch of this fellow
I'm repeating myself aren't I
He's the 'apple' of my eye
Ironically, we are both Apple Computer geeks!
We're both bytes out of the old Apple

A Strange Galaxy

When I gaze into this realm, I see more than the dazzling array
     of golden starbursts floating in a cosmic sea of blue-green-gray,
   photoreceptors painting post-Impressionistic explosions of colors,
       fibers and dilator muscles servicing your ocular aperture.

I see distinctive melanin patterns of a truly original individual -
     a retinal scan of exceptional singularity,
   each nebula unique, every supernova peculiar,
      no quasar like any other.

I passionately absorb with one brief glance
     an infinity of nuance,
   an eternity of historical archives,
       a heaven and earth of emotional journeys.

I am reading your autobiography, the encyclopedia of you.
     I remain a student of your sclera,
   a pupil of your pupils,
       a Vincent of your irises,

going half-mad with the dizzying vastness
of the starry night within your eyes.

Shopping With Hubby

SHOPPING WITH HUBBY

It was our son’s Wedding, I had to look good,
My car in for servicing, sick under its hood,
So willingly and heartily hubby volunteered,
To take me to the mall, he came geared,
Two magazines, it didn’t matter how long I took!

Such a kind soul, I could never dream
My darling husband could still wear a beam,
After I’d dragged him, from shop to shop
And exhausted him till he wanted to drop,
What a saint, I had tested him to the extreme!

Of course we went to the best mall around,
Cost or price didn’t matter, eventually I found,
Exactly what I wanted, a little expensive I said,
Never mind love, walked to the cashier and paid,
I’m so pleased, now let’s be homeward bound!

I took his hand and we began to walk out,
Somehow he knew I was on a shopping bout,
We arrived at a shop which I knew rather well,
I was up to something, he could tell,
Darling I said, this outfit will suit you no doubt!

Rajid and Mulqueen

There was a young man named Rajid Dutta
Who lived in the city of Calcutta 
Got a flash from a girl
Who also gave a twirl
Embarrassed he fell face down in the gutta'

A grumpy old cheesmaker called Mulqueen
Was servicing his cheese making machine 
He replaced some worn out bands
It fired up took off his hands 
Now he's in big demand at Halloween.

Seperate Bathrooms Over Sixty

We can still love each other, to our dying day. We can maintain some of that magic when things were new. Didn’t mind elbows in the night, or bodily functions to name a few. Waking up and admiring the view. Seperate bathrooms permit waking up and servicing the appropriate parts. Don’t have to be exposed to the dreaded morning farts. Cleanliness is next to Godliness or so the saying goes, I guess it is true. But what man can clean or want to,as good as you? So what if there is twenty feet between my commode and you. If we want to get frisky, we can still enjoy the view.

All Is Done

In the middle of his night   
he wakes to thoughts of her   
craving to run his hands in her mane   
aroused, he pictures her raw   
the perfect goddess he's ever saw   
each stroke performed, she smiles wider   
he her slave standing taught at attention   
willing to beg and plead   
servicing her want and need   
as she comes closer for inspection   
he rises towards the sea   
wave after wave rushes over her lair   
gasping, for stolen is her precious air   
drowning in affection   
the night moans as it penetrates deep   
into a foreign abyss   
roars emancipate the beast   
light sparkles to the east   
euphoria spills over the horizon   
and all is done

Rusted Gate Vaulve

Trickling water is heard, a pool of mucky water reveals a rusted gate valve directly overhead—this gate valve has withstood the tests of time, out performing all other mechanical assemblies—proving such resilience when in-house maintenance technicians strategically replace the longest lasting original piece of mechanical equipment servicing this engineered, complex mechanical system; similar to life as this reconstruction symbolizes substantial change occurring naturally; cyclically revealed through passing time. 

11-8-16
(In a Boiler Room) 
Contest: The Rusted Gate
My lenthy one liner

Bytes Out of the Old Apple

My youngest son is forty-six years old

A chip off the old block as they say

I take full responsibility for this young fellow

Scott is his name, silliness is his game

Proud as punch of that boy

'Why grow up' has always been my motto

He has certainly accepted it as his as well

Like two peas in a pod we are

Poor dear wife Cathie

She is tested daily by us two extreme characters

She deserved some kind of an award, a medal

For endurance under extreme comedic conditions

The word 'serious' does not exist in our vocabulary

Life is one big hoot

And why not... the alternative sucks

Did I say I'm proud as punch of this fellow

A successful computer guru

Heading up the Creative Services Department

For a large company servicing the pharmaceutical industry 

Did I say I'm proud as punch of this fellow

I'm repeating myself aren't I

He's the apple of my eye

Ironically, we are both Apple Computer geeks!

We're both bytes out of the old Apple


© Jack Ellison 2014

The Slaves Tanka

Of what use is time
If it’s consumed by passion
Servicing others
Servitude that drowns your dream
While you toil and save and pay

©david byrne March 2012

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