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bernadette-rivera
bernadette-rivera
English I'm the mother of three , grandmother of two. I love to read, write poetry and childrens books. I love the mountains and out of doors. I love to bbq and cook for crowds. I suffer from Schizoaffective disorder, so I'm on disability. I am an inventor with nothing patented, so far. / I'm kind, caring, empathetic, respectful and honest. These are the traits I like in my family and friends.
Grasping vagrancy in one's child Most simplistic act is not Fractured maternal heart bleeds wild Suffered soul the abyss caught Crucible ever prevails fraught Futile remedy ailment breeds Posturing all heedless things Neglecting primal earthly needs Harsh inebriant trappings Averse entirely lucid pleads Clamping malady straining chest Wakeful blackness vanished days Clutched slight suckling babe at my breast Cast tears enduring malaise Reflection of having caressed Tragic sustinence chosen vile Sighted resolves not to see Relentless self imposed exile Indifferent to love me Offer life to capture a smile Grasping vagrancy in one's child Cognizant of special spot An alternative to beguiled Alter processes of thought I am needing to know she fought
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Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 1:01 PM UTC
Grasping at Straws
The excitement builds before the show Appearance anticipated, let's go Out comes 2llen with applause galore Crowd won't quiet, stoked for what's in store Must say Ellen is such a **** dude Whoops, oh...she's a she, I'm extremely rude Ellen dresses with such casual care Not a piece out of line, her fancy hair Ellen completely involves her crowd The silly shenanigans make them loud She dances to the music everywhere Famous for her moves, she then heads for the chair She straddles the table with practiced skill for her advanced age and without a pill She moves on to a famous brilliant guest Uncommon talent to bring out their best Music for the show picked eloquently Ellen and staff almost always agree The gifts she gives, the audience adore Generosity leaves them wanting more Cute that her mom's at every taping Even stays awake and keeps from gaping Ellen is actually my favorite host Please forgive me, this little roast If you're in the mood for a real good time Tune to Ellen at three, on channel nine You won't be disappointed, far from IT! It's world wide known that Ellen's the ****
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Nov 23, 2013
Nov 23, 2013 at 3:41 PM UTC
Ellen
Watching TV, out of the corner of my eye From under the table a huge spider I did spy I looked at him and he stared directly back at me My heart beat fast, coming towards me I could see I really screeched and quickly jumped off of the chair He was gaining fast, his legs spiked with hair The horror I felt as I started now to run I zig-zagged, he zig -zagged...increasingly not fun I circled down the hall, he turned the corner too Screaming as I dashed, I looked back and swear he grew Hid myself by the fridge my heart now in my throat Cried for my dad, he got up, put down the remote Pop wondered what the fuss was, came to my rescue I had held my breath 'til I started turning blue When the spider saw my daddy he stopped and froze Arachnid looked him up and down, knows how it goes Spidy seemed confused, settled to run for the door My dad, his big boots, bravely squished him on the floor Mommy came into the kitchen, her eyes opened wide Calmed my nerves, cleaned the mess, gross I must confide
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Nov 22, 2013
Nov 22, 2013 at 12:03 AM UTC
My Hero (Childrens)
When my anxiety is extreme I feel That nothing around or inside me is real I need to hide myself, to isolate Feeling of dread and doom, can't seem to think straight I curse myself for feeling this ****** up way Live in unreality like a dream, or play Fingers don't work, have a quiver of my lip Nervous smile, not wanting this unchosen script Don't know what to do...sit, stand, pace or run Don't want to be looked at, talked to by anyone Sane, daily things take extra concentration I try to do them with no coordination Deprived of social skills, get tongue tied, can't speak Building discomfort, terror panic will peak Then it begins- palms sweat, heart rate rises Worry about all, nothing, no surprises No longer capable of eating, I'd choke Get nauseous, the runs, to my body no joke In acute cases toes stiffen, my bones ache Losing much control, damaged brain waves fake Avoid going out to a bank or a store Anywhere there's cameras, prying some more Always makes me feel like I'm doing wrong Paranoia, bottom line..I don't belong
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Nov 19, 2013
Nov 19, 2013 at 6:59 AM UTC
Living With Anxiety Disorder
On a Lilly pad a frog sat alone He jumped in the water, a splash he'd known Frog swam and swam until he met his pal On another Lilly pad sat crazy Hal Hal had ideas, the frog wasn't sure His plans were not always completely pure Frog followed Hal thru the grassy quagmire They'd gone fairly far, Frog began to tire It started to sprinkle very large drops The two hid in the marsh with a few hops Hal whispered his plan in Frogs little ear To Scare Miss Lady it became very clear Miss Lady was such a beautiful gal She really liked Frog, but not ornery Hal She, always waiting for some sneaky prank Tired of their shenanigans to be quite frank Miss Lady was planning to turn the table Prank those two, she was perfectly able She sat up her scheme in the mossy bog When here came that Hal, followed by Frog Miss lady was on her favorite pad She couldn't help but be a little mad Miss Lady cried out, she needed a hand She led them just inches from the quicksand This little prank could have been quite a mess Miss Lady scared them she had to confess They quickly backed up in total surprise The three agreed to end pranks and eat some flies
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Nov 17, 2013
Nov 17, 2013 at 8:27 PM UTC
Eating Flies
Going to at last quit smoking Just talked to the long winded Quitline I'm tired of hacking and choking Birthday, December third deadline Going to use the well known patch I was successful once before No frustration searching for match Or missing lighter anymore Hairdo won't be smelly, clothes stink My mouth tasting like an ashtray It should be easier I think Cause I truly want it this way Shocked, first time was simple for me It lasted for over a year Relapsed as you can plainly see I'll do it again, will adhere Apparent wrinkles will thank me Blackened, struggling lungs will too Patches are delivered for free Like ads, I don't want to be blue Added cost of smoking is steep Now almost six dollars a pack My jeans empty pockets run deep I'll save money, quite a stack There are certain times I'll miss it After *** with morning coffee Plus, I will be healthier, **** Try it, it's completely free (1-800-784-8669)
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Nov 17, 2013
Nov 17, 2013 at 11:36 AM UTC
Free From Nicotine
There was an ole lady and an ole man Each sippin coffee from a can The two sat in their rockin chair Breathin in the fresh mornin air They both had a full day ahead She started the yeast for some bread His suspenders hiked up his pants Wandered out to gaze at his plants She deftly swept the dirt floor clean He announced, she always looked mean The ole lady sat to churn the butter Ole man pretended to fix the shutter Hardy ole gal got to smokin the pig He drove to town in his ancient rig While she hung the laundered sheets on the line He pulled up to his still, it was runnin fine It was time for her to rustle up some grub Tipsy ole guy gave his neck a good rub She fried them up some hogback and beans He sat the table, perfect by no means At last they sat down to commence to chew Forgot their choppers like they sometimes do After they dined on their scrumptious fare They headed back to the rockin chair The pair soaked their dogs in a separate pan The little ole lady and the shrunken ole man Couldn't think of a better end to a day Than to rock, smoke and soak their cares away
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Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 7:06 PM UTC
Soakin Your Dogs
Polka Dot, Polka Dot, a one pony show Strange name for a child, but she loves it so Cheerful wee girl with sweet smile aglow Adores all round shapes, expects you to know Her twenty one garments sport assorted dots Basic eight pairs of footwear, orange and green spots Gaudy bows for her hair, with colored rings, lots Dot sees spheres imbedded in her eyes and thoughts Blankets and curtains, guess what, dots and lace The spotted mouse toy for the cat to chase Walls with orbs and specks on all space In the right light they reflect on your face Dot's off to school with a polka dot hat Coat, umbrella with circles, imagine that Polka dotted notebooks, pencils and backpack Rides pink spotted two wheeler, parks in bike rack Poor Polka Dot started feeling sickly ill Sent to school nurse where she refused a pill Saw the Doc, calamine lotion and advice to chill Spots! Chickenpox! Polka Dots notable thrill
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Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 3:07 PM UTC
Anything Polka Dot (Childrens)
Sitting on a swinging porch bench Sipping slightly sweetened ice tea Sunshine massaging my wrinkled face Scenting fresh earth and leaves at my feet Sounds of traffic absent Sassy racket of resident Blue Jays Spying clear majestic Rocky Mountains Separated by half bare multicolored trees Sky clear blue with wispy clouds Sitting forever with no cares Shutting out the bustling world Soaking in Autumns wondrous glory
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Nov 14, 2013
Nov 14, 2013 at 9:43 AM UTC
Kates Yard
What if the sky wasn't blue? The ocean woulnt be reflecting true What if brand new cars could fly? We would have stoplights in the sky What if our dogs did not bark? It'd be a lot quieter in the dark What if water was light green? It would not seem so very clean What if little boys were girls? Why they would have long pretty curls What if little girls were boys? They would have trucks, Batman ,and muscle toys What if cash grew on a tree? Then everything in the world would be free What if flaming fire was cold? Then a lit charcoal briquet you could hold What if , I ask what if once more? I will always have an answer in store What's your what if?
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Nov 12, 2013
Nov 12, 2013 at 5:57 PM UTC
What If? (Childrens)