Short Cookouts Poems
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It is time to get back to school,
seeing all our missed friends.
Closet cleaning and shopping,
we need some warmer clothes.
The beach and pool have been,
sent on a vacation.
The cookouts are all gone,
being replace with holiday eats.
This is what happens,
when summer is gone.
Do not fret,
summer will return in all it's glory.
Ants and Picnics
Apples and oranges
Summer cookouts
Grandma’s homemade, lemonade
Daddy’s barbecuing
And when it’s all said and done the thunder and rain comes
Its summertime
Raining now
So we all grab our food and run…
7/2/19
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2018©
Written for project North Omaha Writer’s Group assignment 2019©
Copyright © James Edward Lee Sr. | Year Posted 2019
A Skilled Care Unit
Faces racked with pain,
no medicine can cure.
Sad and alone, no one
comes to visit.
Bedridden, confined to
wheelchairs, nowhere to go.
Pacing the halls, doors locked,
prisoners at the end of life.
Memories of laughter, family
outings, salt, sea air, cookouts.
All slowly fading now, freedom
lost to old age and infirmities.
Life condensed to a single room
with death the only escape.
Summer is almost here another year done and gone.
Tan's and flip flops, trips and adventures just waiting to be captured.
Bonfires and cookouts with family and friends,four wheelers coming around the bend.
Lighting bugs and a Mason Jar, you can always see that one star that shines so bright and if you look closely you just might.
So close your eyes and make a wish or maybe instead steal a kiss.
Form:
Home Is Where The Heart Is
Oh my goodness
"Lets Party, Family Reunion"
Family of 10
Its all good, we stay close knit
Look forward to cookouts
Mardi Gras here is a big hit
Our seafood is the best, fresh from the bayou
My moms the best cook
Shrimp boulettes, jambalaya, just to name a few
Born on the bayou, its in my blood
Could never leave here
Louisiana is where I spent my girlhood
Written by: Debra Falgout
Contest by "SKAT"
I like hamburgs and hotdogs.
I even like a brat.
At cookouts it don't matter...
Just cook up what you've got.
I don't mind getting dirty.
My shoes won't stay on long.
Don't let me see you cover your ears
while I sing my favorite song.
I like to fish with live bait.
I just prefer the worms.
You'll never hear me hollar
when it wriggles and it squirms.
I'm just a natural lady.
I live with mother earth.
My family says I'm normal...
for what their opinion's worth!
Form:
Growing up and now
As adults, we always
Had each other's back
We threw parties, had cookouts
Play cards and even dominos
We were a happy family until
Until an outsider came along
With a family friend
His present made chill
Bumps rise upon your body
After a few weeks
Things turned sour within
The family, because of his
Two faced and twisted lies
Began to crumble and have
Never been close again so,
Be careful who you let enter
Into your family's circle
They'll destroy it