Cookie Theif

Wonderland in Dubai!

"Did you steal the cookies again?"

My mother furrowed her brows,

That in itself scared me and I lied-

Shaking my head in denial,

My mouth stuffed with one too many,

And a few in my hands behind my back,

As many a soft little plump hand can carry!

My mouth littered with sprinkles 

And the whiff of chocolate around,

I gulped and swallowed one aloud!

She crossed her arms standing tall,

Scary and beautiful much like my doll,

I gaped at her as she pierced me with her eyes,

Waiting for me to give away the lies...

I think she got tired and took me to bed,

Where I ate the rest of cookies till I slept!

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Written for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads!

~Amusing~

Keith Haring: The Marriage of Heaven and Hell!

Barely aged and hardly old

An artist died so young.

31 years and childish yet 

taken from the world!

Of graffiti and amusing art,

A smile on a child's face,

Battling brave the hellish disease,

Activist in the face of AIDS!

His marriage of Heaven and Hell,

Made me halt for a while,

I stared at it unbelievably 

and my face lit up in a smile!

And I wondered how it went for him,

To paint something so amusing!

Written for Magpie Tales: Mag 232!

Her Sing Song Voice!

Me.

I refrain from running out to her

And squeezing her in my arms,

Of  gently pressing her feet so tender

Of kissing her on and on...

Her chubby dimpled cheeks pick a random smile,

The angels and the little fairies dance for a mile,

for when she says "mamma" in her fumbled squeaky voice,

It leaves me floored and I refrain again from eating her like a pie....

Her soft hands find my lips

and I refrain to devour ,

Those rosy lips, and curly hair 

That smell of sweet and sour...

My little precious talks and walks but only barely,

She stumbles and drops and falls more clumsily!

Written for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads prompt 'Refrain'

And

Also inspired by MindLoveMisery's prompt 'eutony'!

I DON'T Have a daughter though... Its just something my mother used to say which I put in rhymes! ;)

A Day In Ocracoke!

Once upon a time behind the picket fence white,

between the overgrown grass and the red roses wild,

a line of clothes drying in a breeze from the west,

Stood a pretty red house, worn out and patched!

In this old house lived Tommy, his sister Maddy,

And chubby little toothless golden haired Teddy...

Their Wampus Cat Buringhum would purr and mew,

Feeding on the Russian Rat and tumbling the stew!

The charming plump mother would run around shouting,

Mommucked by the cat, baton in hand and cursing...

Fat Burhingam knew the Token of angry love,

As he clumsily climbed the top shelf above...

Tommy searched, as they played meehonkey,

Teddy found in the backyard, still looking for Maddy!

Maddy hid in the cupboard and curled up and slept,

Until noon she became quamish, came out and wept!

For Tommy was searching no more for her,

The boys playing in the lighthouse without a care...

Tear stricken she waited for her Papa to come back,

And tell her annoying tale sitting snuggly in his lap.

Papa came at sunset from the Silver Lake after fishing,

A flounder for dinner and victoriously beaming...

The mother kissed him, Maddy ran to hug her Papa,

She climbed his arms as the dirty boys scampered around...

The dinner was cheery, Burhingham forgiven,

Fresh soup and flounder and hot bread in the oven!

The happy O'cockers lived in quite Ocracoke,

Away from the filthy city and unpleasant smoke!

This poem is written for Artistic Interpretations at Imaginary Garden With Real Toads for life on an Island of Ocracoke!

Dessert Under The Bridge!

Chocolate brownie and ice-cream she stole from Chokola! :)

She sat cross-legged, the empty platter in her hand,

All ready to dig in as soon as it lands.

Her mouth was watering, she was hungry,

She hadn't eaten for days,

She lived under the bridge next to the bays!

The dainty little fairy waited eagerly,

~ For the ice-cream and sizzling chocolate brownie ~

It smelled so good, so heavenly delicious,

Her mother Bought it from those bakers.

But she wondered why they were running after her,

a spatula in hand and cursing much louder!

But she ran with her mother the brownie in her hand,

And hid with her, still giggling, behind the pile of sand!!

This Puente is written for Laurie's prompt "Bridges" at The Poetry Jam!

 Me on the bridge over The Jog Falls in Karnataka (India).

Papa Dear!

My first dance, My first kiss, My first bear hug!!
My first rose, My first valentine, My very first Love!!

Papa Dear! You hear me loud,

I have swung on those strong arms,

I played with your bushy moustache

of which you were so proud!!

I ruffled your best set hair

just before you went to work,

I knotted your tie queerly but

you happily took it along!!

I stole your pen and you searched around

for hours in your room,

not ever doubting your little one,

for she was your sweet bloom!!

And I grew up smart and quietly,

I din't think it through-

But you scared those awful boys away

keeping me safe and true...

I still don't know how to invest

the wages that I earn,

I still return to you 

for emergency funds...

You still trust me with your credit card,

even though I made a few loots,

This poem is also part of Sunday Poetry Pantry at Poets United !

You buy me ugly dresses 'coz they

travel to my boots...

Oh! Papa Dear! I miss those days
when I could clamber up your feet,

and fly like a little bird 

and sing to any beat!!

I miss the pink rag doll 

you got me for my birthday,

I called her Fatto for she was fat

and loved chocolate icecream!!

Oh! Papa Papa listen to me,

I am still your little princess!

So what if I am married now

and flying to fancy places!?