Archive for October, 2013

Poem: Jamaican Blue

 

Jamaican Blue

by June Nash

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Black, beautiful, your strength I adore

Holding you close, I breath in your scent

Make my blood boil, reach into my core

Need you inside, come start my ascent.

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I’ll drink you up, every single drop

Voltages surge as you touch my lip

Please, one more cup, another, can’t stop

Quivering shakes, with each luscious sip

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Stop! That’s enough!  Cannot take more Joe!

Of strong and bold jamaican descent

Leaves me trembling, from head though to toe

Exhausted, drained, and completely spent

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10/31/2013 at 6:23 AM 2 comments

Poem: Good Daughter

Good Daughter

by June Nash

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Raised my children, now they’re grown

Husband’s passed, now on my own

Nights are quiet, days are too

Nothing left, of use, to do

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Mama, she is slowing down

How long will she be aroun’?

Afraid she’ll die, all alone

She’s a bit accident prone

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Daughter says come live with her

Didn’t want to, now not sure

I’d like to watch grandkids grow

Hate to be a burden though

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Mom nursed me when I was young

Twisted life, look how it swung

She can rest under my arm

I’ll persuade her with my charm

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As time passed, decisions made

With good daughter mama stayed

Times, they were not always good

None knew why, nor understood

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My daughter’s sweet and caring

Won’t burden her by airing

Petty gripes about my state

Should not have come, now too late

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Gave mom our room on first floor

Husband liked things as before

Children gripe, ‘cause can’t make noise

To appease, buy both more toys

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Sweet dear, spoils the kids

Catering to husbands bids

I can help, perhaps I should

By dropping hints. That’d be good!

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Mother dear, tries to be nice

Interferes, but should think thrice

It’s my home, but whose in charge

Those little hints, getting large

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As time passed, a peace was made

With good daughter mama stayed

Times, they were often quite good

None knew why, nor understood

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Talked to daughter, heart to heart

Began with a bumpy start

Talked about my feelings true

Asked her advice, what to do

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Mama and me now are friends

For way we acted, made amends

When Mom watches kids it’s great

Let’s spouse and me have a date

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Safe and secure on my own

In daughters house, now my home

Never thought I’d come to stay

But glad my kids led the way

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Times were often bittersweet

When mom’s will and mine did meet

I gained a lot ‘cause she came

Though helping her was my aim

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As time passes, life must fade

With good daughter mama stayed

Times, they were often quite good

None knew why, nor understood

10/24/2013 at 6:11 AM 3 comments

Poem: Love’s Call

Love’s Call

by June Nash

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He called, enthralled, cannot wait

Looking forward to the date

Unaware of tomorrow

And broken plans to follow

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Dreams of love in blissful sleep

Unknowing what day will reap

Clock ticking, seems well oiled

Sweet clicking, ‘til plans foiled

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Hopes of caressing love’s face

Squashed by unkind frenzied pace

No hug, no touch, just a call

Salty tear drop starts to fall

10/17/2013 at 6:28 AM Leave a comment

Poem: Alone

Alone

by June Nash

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Took a tumble down the stairs.  

Not hurt, but who really cares

Lying in a jumbled heap

It’s not pain making me weep

All alone, no one to hear

Leap for joy, or shed of tear

10/10/2013 at 6:19 AM Leave a comment

Poem: Falling

Falling

by June Nash

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All a blur of tangled feet

Mind on the ground soon to meet

Previous arm breaks, cause pause

Of reaching hands, pull in claws

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Realization starts to crop

I’m going down, cannot stop

Top of steps, they number two

Must resign, nothing can do

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Tumble, falling to the ground

Landing face first, earthward bound

Moaning on back, taking stock

Feel some pain, but mostly shock

10/03/2013 at 8:10 AM Leave a comment


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Original poetry. Copyright 2012, June Nash

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