A poem from my chapbook
Snakes and lamp posts
©2016
Picture below is my son and his bear at age 4
TITLE: BEST OF FRIENDS
WRITTEN BY: LUCHETTA (COOKEE) MANUS
I WROTE THIS POEM ABOUT MY SON'S STUFFED TEDDY BEAR HE HAS HAD SINCE BIRTH REPLACED ONE THIS IS BEAR BEAR #2
My son's bear
Named
bear bear
Worn by years
Of wear
Tear
Rough play
And a child's conversation
His bear
That had many surgeries
Often died
Sparse stuffing
His eyes
Replaced with buttons
He has only one button left
Bear bear
Flat lines
But is resurrected daily
His best friend
The only one who understands
His way of thinking
The bear was a gift
When he was a baby
His father
had given it to him
When he was born
Like peanut butter and jelly
Regis and kelly
That bear adorns him
Bear's personality
Was my son's creation
Invented by
his colorful imagination
T
To cope with not being
ready for school
Bear bear was
Low key and cool
When Tru was away
From me, his mom
Bear bear kept
Him calm
The bear stays
By his side
Bear bear wiped a lot of tears
from his eyes
At age 8 the bear
Still remains here
Rips and several tears
I don't imagine
The bear is going anywhere
The black version of TED
"Ma, can you fix my bear?"
"Sighs"
"Sure son, bring him here."
Friday, January 8, 2016
Wednesday, January 6, 2016
The Diversion
Lights in the center
In the crevices of the soul
Illuminating bodies and households
Lights firmly attached their poles
planted firmly with the snakes below
lights are at their mercy
They wind around tightly
trying to squeeze out the light and life
outta those who are on their journey
Can't see where they are going
Snakes on lamp posts
Snakes all around slithering on their grounds
Snakes hindering a soul from their destiny
One bite can detour a traveler to the infirmary
In the crevices of the soul
Illuminating bodies and households
Lights firmly attached their poles
planted firmly with the snakes below
lights are at their mercy
They wind around tightly
trying to squeeze out the light and life
outta those who are on their journey
Can't see where they are going
Snakes on lamp posts
Snakes all around slithering on their grounds
Snakes hindering a soul from their destiny
One bite can detour a traveler to the infirmary
Two Types
Snakes and lamp posts
As my story goes
There are people of two types
One illuminates the world
with their inner light
Others deliver venomous bites
While one points to you the way
The other deceives and kills with all of their might
One limited to the ground
A journey and brilliant plight
SNAKES ARE INTIMIDATED BY THE LAMP POST'S LIGHT
Poem Title: Two Types Written by: Luchetta (Cookee) Manus ©201
As my story goes
There are people of two types
One illuminates the world
with their inner light
Others deliver venomous bites
While one points to you the way
The other deceives and kills with all of their might
One limited to the ground
A journey and brilliant plight
SNAKES ARE INTIMIDATED BY THE LAMP POST'S LIGHT
Poem Title: Two Types Written by: Luchetta (Cookee) Manus ©201
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