Drageda

Too Deep

My husband says my poems are too deep
Complains they are too elusive
So forgive me please
This one’s for him
I’m keeping it simple for stupid!

Twenty long years ago I was struck by cupid
Got me right through the heart
Grown wiser since then
Tore it down to size
Now it’s a three inch dart

Don’t get me wrong you’re a fabulous guy
And I’ll always love ya honey
But if I had to do it over again
I’m telling you straight
I’de have to do it for money

Worry not my sweet you will always be
My little balding eagle
You’re always there
With your food dish in hand
Much like Charlie’s Beagle

I’ll stop teasing you
after all you gave me four perfect sons
They’re gorgeous like a seaside tide
Don’t get excited babe
You must have figured out
They get that from my family’s side

Ok Ok I’ll say something nice
You really are a great father
But before your head swells
Remember this, it takes a real man
To make a daughter

So this love poem is for you
All these compliments yours to keep
Can you tell how much
You’re appreciated now
Or was I just a little too deep!

From “the wife” (hee hee)
“You know I love ya honey”

By Barbara Tremblay Cipak

Poem, Joke: Alright, I wrote this as a joke for my husband. He finds my poetry too deep, so I decided to dedicate this “simple” poem to him. Ha! Ok, he laughed. I mean really! when I have to create a grade school poem for the hubster to appreciate it…I give up. Not. So this is for the man of my dreams *ahem*.

Since My Family Never Reads My Poetry

I’m gonna tell you all their wicked little secrets
wait til you hear this stuff
*rubs hand in evil twist*..
I mean, since I don’t have to worry
about them ever finding…THIS WEB PAGE!
Payback’s a bee-ouch.
You won’t believe what your eyes are about to smell
hold on to your suntans and get ready,
I call this: “Reality Poetry”..
oh yah baby, it’s gonna curl your nose hairs.
All their juicy tidbits or rather
idiosyncrasies
gone awry
every twitch they make,
on www display.
ooooh, you will be so entertained and I will be so
therapied. <—(Move over Colbert, this word’s mine)
It’s going to be my finest moment and face it,
you WILL need some popcorn for this.
I’ll wait.
Go get some.
Now…..for the ‘piesta-resistance’
Get out the tissues,
cause you are going to cry from laughing.
Ok, first my Seven children…
umm what’s that snear dear reader,
“I’m contributing to over-population, am I?”
I heard that thought.
Seven children, and who’s reading this…YOU.
Yes, my web-child, you.
All the tales of holy cow are about to reach you.
Take a deep breath and hold on
for the wildest ride of your life…
Here Goes:
One is sort of like ‘you know’,
and three are like ‘exactly that’,
two are..unhuh..you guessed it!
and one is everything you’re thinking!
Tune in next week.
When I spill about everyone else…
stayed tuned.

”alla famiglia!”

By Barbara Tremblay Cipak, Copyrighted

Since My Family Never Reads My Poetry:
Ok. Who’s reading your poetry? Is it your family? Well, if they aren’t, here’s a little “www” threat you can toss their way Plus I figure I have a good shot at having my poetry whipped out at my funeral - great stuff here for the Eulogy: Gonna call my first poetry book - “Things to Read After I Bite It”