Poems by Roni Moore
Poetic Snacks Part 1
Life
All of us gets one life,
A stab in the dark some say.
So give it all you have to give
And just live from day to day.
Give your life a good go
So you can, from the start,
Treat everyone with fairness
And give that special one your heart.
You have to live your one life,
So pack it full of fun.
Live every day to the full.
It may be you last one.
On Her Own
In her chair, all alone,
She thinks about her boys.
She remembers their childhood
And their little wooden toys.
Her eyes wonder to the window,
Her lads are both now grown.
But no one ever visits her,
She sits there all alone.
She knows they both are married,
But why do they never come.
She never sees their children,
Was it something that she’d done?
She looks at both their photos,
It was her whole life that she gave.
Will they even come to visit
When they lay her in her grave?
Hey Pretty Flower
Hey pretty flower,
Show us all your head.
The sun is high in the sky,
Not time to go to bed.
Hey pretty flower,
Let your brightness show.
We will see your lovely face,
And all your colours glow.
Hey pretty flower,
Let your smile peep through.
You know you are beautiful,
And how we all love you.
Going to Heaven
When I go to Heaven
I want to see my Dad.
I want to see my Mother
And all the friends I’ve had.
I want to see my brothers
And all my sisters too.
But most of all I’m hoping
That I will see You
ESP
ESP, that’s you and me,
We seem to have a link.
We know what’s in each others brain,
We’re tuned together, I think.
You’re as daft as I am,
We can laugh together.
But we’re always there when needed.
We’ll have that link forever.
Well you and I are sisters,
You know what’s in my mind.
I also know what’s in yours.
That way we’ll both be fine.
Your health
That awful thing that lurks inside
Makes me want to run and hide.
I ask myself why it’s you?
I hate to think what you’re going through.
I must be strong, that I know.
My feelings I must never show.
To fret and cry would be wrong
So I’ll just hope you’ll be strong.
I’ll bend my knees and pray for you
And I’ll ask God what I must do.
I’ll never ask for fame or wealth,
For all I want is your good health.
Naughty Little Maryanne
Naughty little Maryanne
Gets away with what she can.
She lost the buckle on her shoe
And tried to blame her brother Stu.
Naughty little Maryanne.
She took her little sister’s pram
And also took her sister’s ball.
Then said it wasn’t her at all.
Naughty little Maryanne,
She got punished by her Mam.
She cried and screamed, her face turned red.
So her Mam sent her to bed.