Archive for January, 2013

Poem: Sisters, Traditions Passed Down

Sisters,  Traditions Passed Down

Sisters, there were three, as close as can be

Sisters, rotate responsibility.

Sisters, grow tired, too much work to do.

Sisters, tired, pass job to me and you.

Sisters, us young, work hard, try to fulfill

Sister’s mothers, the biding of their will.

Sisters, us two, will give it a go

Sisters, me and you, tired we now grow.


Sisters, daughters, it’s time to pass baton.

Sisters, and brothers, it’s how now is done.

Sisters, brothers, work together for the whole.

Sisters and brothers, family fun now goal.

June Nash

01/29/2013 at 10:45 AM Leave a comment

Poem: Burden of Life

Burden of Life

Carrying burden of life in bucket.

Spilled once, maybe twice, yet did not chuck it.

Friend found to help me carry loads heavy.

Able, at last, to hold bucket steady.

Added whims and dreams, reinforced with fun,

Stirred in hope and love, then ‘fore we were done

Started a family. Then pail sprung a leak.

Bucket’s a burden, remedy must seek.


Found fun had leaked out, but love still survived

Patched hole in bucket, love for life revived.

Carrying burden of life in bucket

Spilled once, maybe twice, still did not chuck it.

June Nash

01/22/2013 at 6:37 AM 1 comment

Humorous Poem: Saggy Pants

Saggy Pants
I know a boy named Barnaby.
A fashion icon wannabe.
His pants are baggy.
Below butt saggy.
A trendsetter for all to see.

On a stroll, hoping all to glance.
Wide legged walking, to hold up pants.
They dropped to his knees,
Result of a sneeze.
Next time give suspenders a chance.

June Nash

I was driving in the city on Saturday evening when I spotted a fellow wearing his pants belted below his butt.  Yes, I said belted.  Why, when he has to walk wide legged to keep his pants from falling down, would he wear a belt?

01/15/2013 at 6:38 AM 2 comments

Poem: Wake Up!

Wake Up!  

Change in governance now upon us.

Traversing these times, like by bus.

Pay the fare, in form of taxes

Bus drives on as one relaxes.

Trust driver takes you home safely.

Take a nap, settle in snuggly.

Bus driver surely knows the route.

Knows your stop and will holler out.


But wait, wake up! He passed your stop!

At destination, did not drop.

It is your fault that you are late

Must watch the driver of your fate.

June Nash

01/08/2013 at 6:57 AM Leave a comment

Poem: My 2013 Resolution

2013 Resolution

House is full,

just collecting dust.

On things there

that are not a must.

Ten knick knacks

lined along the shelf

“Where’re they from?”

I ask of myself.

Shoes, soles worn,

twenty five years old.

Lots of things

on to which I hold.

I resolve

that this year will be

When I get

less cluttered.  Junk free.

June Nash

01/01/2013 at 6:15 AM 6 comments

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Original poetry. Copyright 2012, June Nash

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