"meemaw" poems
Boomzzz tikki tikki tikki
Wah Wah oomphz oomphz
me 69 ******** on yo momma and yo sis
Dr Weedlord ain't got time your hissy fits
dunk dur *** all over yo ****
Slap *** and go on reighding
Daddy Boozhead banging on your meemaw
asdf hu asdofh u asdjfnhau sdfh unh
p.s no women are harmed in the making of this production
Apr 16, 2020
Apr 16, 2020 at 5:13 PM UTC
She will make it a perfect holiday
(“Don’t touch those cookies! They’re for later!”)
Just like the ones on H & G TV
(“Don’t touch Santa! I’ve got him where I want him!”)
With the perfect table and decorations
(“Who moved the Easter bunny, --- --- it!?”)
Exactly like the ones in the magazines
(“Just leave the tree alone; I’LL decorate it!”)
And smiling faces all around the house
(“I expect a little cooperation around here!”)
Perfectly wrapped presents with perfect bows
(“Turn the tree…not that way…LISTEN TO ME!”
Cute Easter baskets for each little child
(“Leave those chocolates alone! You’ll ruin your lunch!”)
Marshaled prettily for a photograph
(“Oh, ----! There’s a grass stain on your church dress!”
Meemaw and Pawpaw will be proud of them
(“---- it! I told you not to play outside in your church dress!”)
The children’s table is just like a picture
(“Not yet! We haven’t even said the ----ed grace!”)
A perfect holiday, or she’ll just die -
No matter how many children are made to cry
Apr 19, 2019
Apr 19, 2019 at 5:28 PM UTC
asked the little doll, his blue overalls
and perky personality answering
his own question
I would take another stance: sometimes.
Some words are best left unsaid, but once said
those words are never forgotten
Not when meemaw passes away
or when papa follows her
into the great grassy patch in the ground
overlooking a lively city
filled with all the people
who never knew them and didn't care to
People wound deep
others can help by sticking in
their pieces of metal
as they dance their ballet-like dances
Fewer times than fingers
have I seen things restored
to their happy and bouncy state
when the depth of a fountain of love
spills out and fills up the holes of sadness
Nov 9, 2019
Nov 9, 2019 at 11:45 PM UTC
A Conversation about Whiteness
Wedding dresses, clouds in a summer sky
Those new tenny-runners in junior high
The towels the Navy issued all of us
Liquid Paper™ for covering typos
Wild geese winging the seasons, moved by God
The much-prayed pages in MeeMaw’s Bible
A sidewalk made playground with colored chalk
A blank page in the typewriter positioned
Ready, waiting for the next Langston Hughes
To write about rivers, or about…you
Dec 19, 2017
Dec 19, 2017 at 3:53 PM UTC