"shari" poems
Starting from the newest, these are my first fifty followers on Hello Poetry.
1. Hailey L May 5
2. Elizabeth Squires May 4
3. Tim Knight May 3
4. Morgan Hanchulak May 3
5. Vi Snicket May 2
6. Jessica Applegate Apr 30
7. Himanshu Koshe Apr 30
8. Mike Winegar Apr 29
9. Joey Lapiana Apr 29
10. Christopher Munro Apr 29
11. Raffi Kaftajian Apr 26
12. Shari Forman Apr 25
13. Jessica Who Apr 24
14. RedWritingHood Apr 22
15. Adreishka Moonlight Apr 21
16. Rocky G Apr 19
17. Sarina Apr 18
18. John Moffatt Apr 17
19. Izisfat Apr 9
20. Leila Apr 8
21. Marian Apr 5
22. Star Toucher64 Mar 30
23. Michelle Mar 26
24. Kristo Frost Mar 25
25. Ra Mar 20
26. Jacqueline Melissa Woolums Mar 15
27. ennyo Mar 11
28. Ellen Menzies Mar 9
29. Jodi Casavant Mar 8
30. Jillyan Adams Feb 20
31. Hailey Scomet Feb 2
32. Pete Taken Alive Jan 17
33. Md HUDA Jan 6
34. Joshua Ohmer Jan 1
35. Quinn Puwang Dec 30, 2012
36. Rissa Ann Dec 10, 2012
37. Hilda Dec 9, 2012
38. Rena Julleitta Dec 7, 2012
39. Emily Rose Williams Dec 7, 2012
40. Abdosh A Dec 5, 2012
41. Naveena Vijayan Dec 4, 2012
42. Kristian Alexander George Dec 1, 2012
43. Oliver Delgaram-Nejad Dec 1, 2012
44. Chessnie Lea Nov 27, 2012
45. Ugochukwu-Charles Onyewuchi Nov 25, 2012
46. Timothy Nov 24, 2012
47. Who Am I Nov 24, 2012
48. Matthew P Hill Nov 23, 2012
49. Tomas Nov 21, 2012
I gained inspirations for my poems from all my followers, those who I follow and especially my lovely little one who brought me here to Hello Poetry first, to a safe haven of like-minded people with a poetic niche each.
Thank you all.
First of all I thank you Eliot York for creating this wonderful poetry blog.
(-: And how can I ever thank you enough for introducing me to this wonderful website, just like Krishna guides Arjun in grand Mahabharata epic. You are my Krishna and I am your Arjun. :-)
(-: You share the place with Eliot York and the family of Timothy sir for inspiring my poems & helping me define my poetic style. As you are a kid for me, your heart is a crystal to me from where I can see the world more clearly in a different way. :-)
May 6, 2013
May 6, 2013 at 7:02 AM UTC
I remember as if it were yesterday,
You were helping me with math problems once again,
We would sit there for hours,
Sketching various triangles with one simple pen.
I can never forget,
The college-level words you asked me to spell,
We both were in complete fascination and suspense,
As far as I can tell.
I recall you teaching me a bit of yiddish as well,
"Yachna and fashlepta chlank,"
I annuciated so well,
This was no prank.
I remmeber beating you in shuffle board,
But It still might have been a tie,
Because you played exceptionally well,
As good and sweet as pie.
I will always remember,
Our long walks in Greak Neck,
Papa and Shari bonding,
While watching the beautiful scenery from the deck.
I remember you took me to the beach in Greak Neck,
Where we surprised Bubbie with a large horseshoe crab,
Bubbie was frozen will fear,
And almost took a cab.
The late night outdoor concerts,
You used to take me to,
I became really fond of the music,
And the massive amount of ***** in you.
Now I know this next line is going to seem quite strange,
But I remember blowing the garage door open with all my might,
Thinking that is how it's supposed to open,
And proud of myself for shining bright.
One of the best of times,
Was when you took me to the golfing range,
I swung the club multiple times missing the ball,
Calling myself deranged.
The days when we all went to ihop,
And to piccolos for lunch,
Everything was delectable,
Thanks a bunch!
We've been to the movies many times,
Where we'd sometimes surprisingly cry,
Bubbie would say, "Oh, my God look at Papa,"
But your reasons for crying were beautifully justified.
Just the thought of me coming to visit you,
Makes me form such a luminous smile,
Because there is no other Papa like you,
A Papa so outgoing, loving, and all the worth while.
Apr 23, 2013
Apr 23, 2013 at 8:54 PM UTC
Dads first girl after mom
Was a painter named Charlotte
Shari for short, like her blonde hair
That's how she wore it
She had a tattoo of a dragon,
And liked pink orchids
And her mom had bonzai trees
Around the garden
She let me cut out pictures of bears
And glue them to cardboard, daisies in my hair
Daddy and Shari broke up when I was 9
Doesn't last long for a druggie and his dime
I still hear her slippers
On the stairs, up and down
Charlotte The Painter is a doctor now
Sep 19, 2013
Sep 19, 2013 at 12:22 AM UTC
I count seven
rosebuds of pink and purple hue
on the plant I bought for Mother's Day
two years ago
The sun is shining after a morning of rain
we make plans for dinner. but the house
so full just last month is empty now, and silent
except for the snip of scissors as Shari cuts
the cloth for a new creation, and the scritch
of my pen on paper as I write this. The robin
out front sings mourning for it's young one
fallen from the nest, as ours have done
perhaps I need a puppy
not to replace, but for company
now that Samoa my old cookie
is no longer there, right here, where
I can reach out my left hand
to feel her presence, for my comfort
Ahh! There it is just that right spot where
the itch lives waiting for my scratch.
May 10, 2011
May 10, 2011 at 10:59 AM UTC
(Skit includes Laurie, Howard, Shari and Matthew).
Laurie wakes up extra early to prepare a gourmet breakfast buffet with Shari and Matthew. As they all arrive to meet each other in the darkness, Laurie trips and falls over Matthew. In an instant, she comes tumbling down on Matthew. Shari ran to turn on the kitchen lights.
LAURIE: Where’s my glasses? I can’t see!
SHARI: Found them mom.
Shari goes to hand mom her reading glasses.
MATTHEW: Well, she’s broken her glasses and broken my back… Time to start the party.
SHARI: I’ll get the recipe book.
MATTHEW: I’ll get the icepack.
LAURIE: Matt, I’m fine; there’s no need to worry.
MATTHEW: Oh, thank God you’re okay! I am so glad; yup… So now there’s ice for only one, right?
Shari laughed from the dining room.
SHARI: Here’s the book. So we can make a simple egg omelet, which may not be the best idea, or pancakes with a side a various fruits. Ooh, that one sounds good, with a side of coffee.
LAURIE: How about eggs and bacon.
SHARI: Umm, that’s a tasteful thought, but dad’s trying to stay off the fatty foods for a while.
LAURIE: Oh, c’mon; it’s Father’s Day. He does so much for us.
SHARI: Alright. One cheese omelet with a side of bacon coming up.
MATTHEW: Ha-ha. Girl, you should be a chef.
LAURIE: A breakfast in bed idea sounds great. Let’s try it.
MATTHEW: Just don’t drop the food.
SHARI: She won’t Matt.
MATTHEW: Just making sure.
Five minutes later, as we all got the ingredients out, we began cooking the eggs. Once they were brown and crispy, we took the first egg out and began cooking a couple more. Shari started on the bacon. Once it was oily and cooked, Matt began making the coffee.
LAURIE: All finished. Good work guys. Lets bring it up to Howard.
SHARI: I’m so excited!
MATTHEW: Thrilled here too!
Laurie, Shari and Matt tiptoed upstairs, being in total darkness again. This wasn’t the brightest idea for them though. They walk into the bedroom still in the dark. Shari quickly turned on the light.
LAURIE, SHARI AND MATTHEW: Happy Father’s Day dad!
Howard awoke abruptly from a nightmare and accidentally knocked the plate that Laurie was carrying, out of her hands. The plate hit her in the nose and she fell backwards, falling on Shari and Matthew again.
HOWARD: Holy crapola… You scared the living daylights out of me at…
Howard looks at the clock
HOWARD: Seven o’clock in the morning!
SHARI: But we have, or had a breakfast in bed for you.
HOWARD: I appreciate this, but there’s cheese on my carpet now! LAURIE; mop!
[End of play]
Feb 18, 2013
Feb 18, 2013 at 1:59 PM UTC
its only 6:47am
but i've been up since 2 something
i was thinking about who i am
i guess im doing well.
i went to sleep at like midnight
after late-night overeating at a Shari's on a thursday.
two hours was it, try as i might.
i was feeling a little sick of myself, honestly.
kind of sick of yourself where you just think,
"in the end, what's there in store for me?"
and come up with few answers.
it was so weird, waking up to complete darkness,
motionless for hours in pitch night, before the day starts.
alright, this wasn't anything new, but regardless,
it still made me think.
i don't quite know where i'm headed,
yes, im waiting for the sun, but what then?
can i just go back to bed?
it feels like i just spent it all on a daydream,
doing nothing, but waiting, waiting, waiting, to fall asleep,
just to dream in the dark instead.
if i dont think, or move for a bit, i can feel myself drifting,
but it feels kind of comforting,
despite deep craters beneath by my eyes, twitching,
i know i'll go back to sleep sometime.
Feb 1, 2019
Feb 1, 2019 at 10:07 AM UTC
solely reduced to communicate
via my choice online mode
(ease of use preference
via Facebook Messenger), candidate
said Modus Operandi aye find tubby great
even though this papa doth hate
to say "good bye..."
after lingering delay followed
by "I love you"
swallowing tears irate
as bittersweet poignant end
ding our irregular chat as if
(analogously)...aye ab duck kate
(albeit temporarily),
the joyous role of fatherhood
especially denoting young womanhood of late
said offspring, I helped beget (with ma mate)
i.e. wife (which marriage
experienced rough patches)
nine or so months ceased to ovulate
just a tad more'n nineteen Earth Orbitz ago
as reckoned via dull lix gray matter
encapsulated within
thine barnacle encrusted pate
her virtual presence encountered
earlier today - March 24th, 2018
doth highly rate
as supremely blessed,
through swallowed sadness sans tete a tete
only after clicking end conversation
does this dada
(with genuine muffled sobs) ululate
agonizing with reality empty nest syndrome
asper averred second daughter
aye helped yes sire re:) to beget
whose tender loving care)
under voluntary auspices
sans strong willed kid sister (Shari)
decision immediate decision needed tubby made
(concurrence with birth mother - Abby)
already couple years zipped,
her homecoming (who knows when),
dud dada Matthew Scott Harris
must keep away fixating on requisite adulthood),
argh...now...must needs wait!
Mar 25, 2018
Mar 25, 2018 at 12:02 AM UTC