Posts tagged ‘June Nash’

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

Poem: Beat Your Children

Beat Your Children

Beat your children every day.

Lessons learned will surely stay.

They must learn to try their best

Try to out perform the rest.

If won’t beat them, what is taught?

Success without effort brought?

To master life, must work hard,

Stay alert, be on ones guard.

In the morn, if child is slow,

Challenge them in race to show

Excelling can be fun game.

In beating them there’s no shame.

Beat your kids, but not with belt.

Good examples better felt.

Beat your child from time to time.

This sort of thrashing’s not a crime.

June Nash

12/18/2012 at 6:55 AM Leave a comment

Poem about The Lack of Ambition To Get A Job

NOT THE JOB FOR ME

It’s not that I don’t want to work,

But don’t like to slave for a jerk.

The tasks are dreary

And make me weary.

So from all things not fun I’ll shirk.

 –

Mental work is the chore I choose.

At a desk, scratch my head and muse.

Never broke a sweat

At exertion yet.

Exceptions to this won’t peruse.

 –

Dirty jobs are not tasks for me.

Must be something better you see.

As long as can live

Off what other’s give,

I’ll sit back, relax, watch TV.

June Nash

I don’t know what prompted me to write this poem.  Maybe it is because I occasionally run across people who seem to have this attitude.

Is this a commonplace attitude in our society?

12/11/2012 at 6:04 AM Leave a comment

Poem: Birthday Wish

Birthday Wish

 –

My special friend is sixty three.

A year, times three, older than me.

In years he is old,

But like youth lives bold,

As a child, through life, he runs free.

 –

This man he is not an old fart,

Though oft, early mornings, can’t start.

Give him cup of joe,

Then off he will go,

To adventures, following heart.

 –

My special friend is sixty three.

In spirit much younger than me.

Works hard to keep fit,

Both body and wit.

Happy Birthday mon cher ami!

June Nash

12/04/2012 at 6:16 AM 2 comments

Poem: Search For Self

Search For Self

I spent my years learning how to fit in.

One day got lost, midst the media’s spin.

Whirling around, my brain learning by rote,

Not real thinking, my mind would gently float.

Others know best, they are experts you see.

They know it all, know what’s best for me.

 –

One day I woke, the dream starting to clear.

Realized the truth, from it, started to veer.

Those so called pros, influencing my life.

Instead of help, they are increasing strife.

It’s time I learn to do my own thinking.

To self be true, from action stop shrinking.

 –

Find my true self, this task is not easy.

Changing my ways, leaves me feeling queasy.

Stop and listen, a grumbling is growing.

It is my quest, to know what I’m knowing.

Something inside want’s to run and be free.

I ask myself, ‘What’s it like to be me?’.

June Nash

11/27/2012 at 6:48 AM 2 comments

Poem: Poetry Pause

Poetry Pause

Peppery pearls of purling poetry

Often flow fast and furiously.

Sometimes though, sonnets shine sans shimmer,

Growing gangly gaining no glimmer.

Therefore think it’s time to type on Tuesday,

Pausing poetry prepared prior ‘post’ days.

June Nash

I have been writing poetry at a pace of 4-5 per week since I started this blog.  I love writing, but think this may be too fast of a pace, especially around the holidays when I am being torn in several directions.  

I will be posting one poem per week from now on.  My poetry postings will be on Tuesdays.  

11/24/2012 at 11:15 AM Leave a comment

Poem: Welcome Santa

Welcome Santa

Morning parade starts the day.

Welcome Santa, won’t you stay?

Stay a month, ‘til end of year.

Help us forget, days draw drear.

We’ll start the season with feast

And praise the first snowy beast.

Cheer with every snow flake fall.

Thanksgiving Day starts it all.

Eagerness for special day

When under tree gifts you lay.

Help us forget days turn cold,

As brisk winter winds unfold.

 –

Stay with us ‘til Christmas night.

After that, we will be alright.

Tired from parties and fun,

We’ll stay inside ‘til winter’s done.

June Nash

The days are getting colder, but we have too much on our minds this time of year to be worrying about the weather.  Today is Thanksgiving.  In just a few weeks it will be Christmas.  We have a lot to do before it gets here.  By the time it is all done, winter will have settled in and we will be used to it.  Some of us will start our indoor projects that we have been putting off all summer because the weather was too nice to stay indoors.  I have a pile of needle work projects that I am already starting on.  

HAPPY THANKSGIVING!  

11/22/2012 at 6:57 AM Leave a comment

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Original poetry. Copyright 2012, June Nash

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