Family Poet Tree🌲
The following poetry I recently discovered by mother. Penned in the 1960's, when she was 13 through 17 - it has never been seen. Presenting: Rebecca Aileen.
And one from my nephew, too.
More to come, maybe.
Sincerely me,
🌜Colleen Cherie🌛
Chemistry
A mole of this
A mole of that
A mole of cake
Won't make you fat
One liter here
One liter there
Gads! It seems...
They're everywhere
HCl is acid?
A base is H20?
I got so mad one day
A test tube I did throw
And now I'm in the office
It's a laboratory breather
I'm getting out of Chemistry
Teach doesn't like me, either
Precisely Nicely
If I had to choose
The ones to lose
You may be sure
That you'd endure
It's not quite that
You are that cat
Or that your looks are told in books
It's just the fact
That you have tact
And treat me nice;
That does suffice
Girl Fink
He's a nice looking boy
And she very coy
And you may be sure
Her line was a lure
No he doesn't suspect
That sooon he'll defect
From his group full of boys
But the tricks she emoploys!
Though she's only a kid
This boy's on the skid
It's his idea, he thinks
But then - all girls are finks!
Men
Men
Are people with pride
(Some more than others)
Their tongues are many
And yet...
Even if they were the same
Men would not understand
Each other
Painted Pink
What in the heck did he think
When he painted the house such a pink!?
When he painted the house such a pink!?
The idea is mine
That if I had time
The house I'd subdue
By painting it blue
But thinking ahead
I do so like red
Yet also, in spite
I also like white
And oh what a scene
If it could be green
My cuz, a nice fellow
Wants it painted yellow
But my dad, after a stiff drink...
Painted the town red
And the house pink
The Tomato Can
The forest green
Is so supreme
I love the hue -
Don't you?
The lively red
Just whirls my head
No, never ban
The tomato can
Tiny Marty
Mary was a tiny kid
Who sat around and fed on squid
He never did digest the stuff
When told of this, he just said, "tough!"
His mother failed, but tried a year
To start the tiny kid on beer
She even went so far as to
Beat her Marty black and blue
One day she fixed him scotch and coke
(A wonder Marty didn't croak)
She tried to win, but Marty beat her
She remained an alcoholic
And he a squid eater
I've E+ Already, Thanks
Hey! Not Cassius, but Caesar - you!
What do you mean by "Et tu"?
I'm Brutus, and I really wish
That you would kindly speak English
To Me
You
To me
Are like honey
To bees
To bees
Green leaves
To trees
Bread crumbs to birds
Open plains to buffalo herds
Hands to clocks
Cardboard to a box
Blueness to the sky
And I will love you
'Til I die
Do You
I remember leaves of green
And smiles I have seen
And skies of blue
I mean to say
I love you
And I hope you love me, too
Do you?
A Letter
My mom is calmly writing
A letter to my dad
Most likely she is telling him
That I am awfully bad
She had to take a nervous pill
'Cause I am such a brat
She also had to clean a pan
Of business by the cat
But now she's calmly writing
A letter to my dad
And something in me tells me -
The cat and I've been had
The Other Kind
Some people have a cat that's really okay
It doesn't cause trouble, it sleeps all day
It doesn't make noises, it isn't afraid
It doesn't jump children or trip the maid
It doesn't get tangled all up in string
It does not think that it's THE KING
It isn't so black you can't see it at night
It doesn't go out getting involved in a fight
It's loving and kind, inexpensive too
It does anything that you want it to do
It will sit in your lap and purr like a kitten
It will sit in your lap and purr like a kitten
People, by it, have never been bitten
It doesn't eat much, never goes to the vet
A cat such as it does not keep you in debt
When told to do something, it's happy to mind -
SO HOW COME I ALWAYS GET THE OTHER KIND?!
Alone
God bless the man who lives alone
Like a king upon his throne
He needs it
My Life
My life has traveled may ways
My heart is filled with happy days
And my soul - refreshed and still
Reclines upon a grassy hill
Go Some
You have to go some
To find a good chum
The Friend Ship
Of a dear friend, I would write by light so dim
Of kind words said to me
The past
Because of him
Can hold no terror
My mast
Stands straight to hold the sail
To bear
The burdens life would give to me
I am strong, and thus forever more shall be
I was young then
My heart was loosely bound
With no horizon
And when I knew him
I idolized him
This Road
Come all you torn and troubled people
Come along with me
We will ride the road of sorrows
To lonesome Calvary
I can see a man so gentle, whose words were always kind
Come all you torn and troubled people
And don't forget the blind
Gather young ones, help the old
And walk this stone-filled path
Hurry now, and speak in whispers
Turn away God's wrath
So come you torn and troubled people
Though heavy be your load
Lift up your souls to see His face
There's joy along this road
Peace Cake
To make a cake of peace
Here are things that you must do -
Since the main ingredients
Are your fellow man and you
Mix an era of understanding
Better make it two...
And a lot of selfless loving
A lifetime's worth will do
Mercy's Hand
Death is but a passing phase
Of grief, it leaves a fiery blaze
But those who suffer understand
The hand of Death is Mercy's hand
How Many Times
How many times can you turn away
And pretend that he isn't there?
And how many times can you ignore
The emptiness in his stare?
And how many times can you tell yourself
That for him, you just don't care?
You can tell yourself a hundred times:
It's over, it's over, and through
But how many times will you ask yourself
If he might still love you?
For there's love in your heart and a smile on your lips
But there's no one to give them to
You watched him walk away from you
And there was nothing that you could do
But how many times have you longed for him
And has he longed for you?
For there's love in your heart and a smile on your lips
But there's no on to give them to
Someday you will find a love that you
Can give your own love to
Your days will fill with happiness
No longer you'll be blue
They'll be love in your heart and a smile on your lips
And someone to give them to
- Rebecca Aileen, 1963-1967
An Angel
She was a brief pale flash
Hung in a red frame
Like a picture in glass
Surrounded by flames
It was nostalgic and empty
Waves crashing by me
Over, and through me
Leaving nothing behind
In a moment, she's vanished
And I am broken, famished
Starving for a taste
Of that sweet grin
I am left in wastes
To pick up my pieces again
I remember our winter
The rains like jewels and glitter
The sheets draped and sweeping
They were beautiful and sad
Like an angel weeping
Something lost, someone never had
- Patrick James, 2024
