Thursday, September 29, 2016

My Grandkids






© 2016 by P Michael Biggs


I’ve got eight grandkids
That means 16 eyelids
You can never outbid
Me for even one of my grandkids

TJ is a handsome twenty
In skills he has many
He’s tall and lanky
T’s a good boy you see
TJ has good skills aplenty

Meet Josh, oh my gosh
I think someday he’ll be the boss
He marches to his own drum sound
He’s still figuring out where he’s bound
But land on his feet, that’s my Josh

Maria is a beauty, for sure
Someday she’ll probably find a cure
She is easy and demure
But always so sure
She continues to grow and mature

Jacob is thirteen you see
He’s good with the trumpet, we agree
He’s handsome, he’s smart
He has a golden heart
He’s easy and his heart is carefree

Ava is eleven and smart
She can write, play piano and make art
She is mature and alert
When needed, she can assert
Ava has a very good heart
  
Grey is all boy for sure
On any sports field he can endure
He is agile and swift
Coordination is his gift
‘Tis fun to watch him mature

Adia is cute and alert
At times her tender heart can be hurt
She knows her own mind
She never falls behind
Someday she’ll be an expert

Eliot is energy plus two
He is likeable and honest and true
He laughs and runs
He loves to have fun
His smile will help him make do

Thursday, September 22, 2016

I Want Some Pie

© 2016 by P Michael Biggs

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I crys and crys
Tears fill my eyes
I want some pies
They fill my thighs

Is there no ally
I’m not a bad guy
I just might die
If I don’t get pie

Can I buy
A slice of your pie
Your pie I did spy
As I flew by

How blue the sky
How low am I
I smell a fish fry
But it’s not your pie

Don’t mean to imply
I’ll steal your pie
But if you were I
I’m certain your pie
Would satisfy

In the blink of an eye
I would modify
My alibi
For a bite of your pie


Wednesday, September 14, 2016

The Laughing Girl

© 2016 by P Michael Biggs












There once was a girl
She was pretty as a show girl
She would swirl and twirl
Her curls

There once was a boy
In love with this girl
He found moments of joy
Watching the girl with curls

Her laughter was delightful
And he was frightful
That if he spoke
His voice would croak

And so he listened
To her laughter of gold
He fell in love
If the truth be told
With her lovely laughter
So good to behold

He wanted to spend
His life to the end
Answering that one question
Her laughter began


This poem is based on a quote
by Nicole Krauss from
The History of Love