Poems From the Porch 28
2020 ~ What a Year!
Well, what a year this is already proving to be. It doesn't seem long ago that the world was in a bit of a panic when the year 2000 or Y2K was approaching. It was feared that all the computers would shut down or malfunction and important infrastructure and utilities would shut down, the economy would crash etc. People were stocking up on food and essentials then as well, and they didn't even know why.
All that worry proved foundless as the New Year was celebrated without incident. But, we humans always fear the unkown and seem to prepare for the worst case scenario.
Twenty years later and the world is facing a much greater and real threat in this coronavirus (Covid-19.) At time of writing this, in April, we can only hope it is all over sooner rather than later, but unless someone has a crystal ball there is no way of knowing what the final toll will be and when the virus will be contained.
I guarantee life will be different when this horror story is over. Things will eventually return to some form of normal but not the same as before. People will have learnt to appreciate things that they have always taken for granted. Anyway, 2020 will certainly be a year that no one forgets.
So, thanks for visiting the porch, one place we can congregate to relax and read poetry together without having to worry about social distancing. I think you will find the poems this week are an interesting and varied selection.
Rosina S Khan
"I would like to request a poem with the title, "How to Stay in Love with the One for a Lifetime". The poem may include some tips about how to get along with each other, how to stay loyal, committed and dedicated and how to be there for each other all the time."
A loving relationship is one in which the loved one is free to be himself — to laugh with me, but never at me; to cry with me, but never because of me; to love life, to love himself, to love being loved. Such a relationship is based upon freedom and can never grow in a jealous heart.— Leo F. Buscaglia
How to Stay in Love With the One For a Lifetime
We hope to meet that special one
Who’ll be our love for life,
To share a life of wedded bliss -
Become our husband or our wife.
Some fall in love as children,
When it’s just called “puppy love,”
Others search in fruitless vain
For the one sent from above.
Love at first sight’s possible
When two like souls connect.
For most though there’s a lot of trial
Until your heart selects.
But once you’ve found that perfect match
Who shoots from Cupid’s bow,
You’ll feel an arrow pierce your heart,
True love you then will know.
The early times should be such fun,
Fueled by fun and desire.
Don’t let the passing years put out
That inner smoldering fire.
Find your commonalities
And focus most on those.
Discuss your differing points of view
And any problems that they pose.
Always try to understand
The others wants and needs,
And even if yours aren’t the same
Do your very best to please.
Though sometimes life gets busy,
And you just meet on the run,
Share in activities when you can
And make time to have fun.
A relationship always takes work,
And it’s not a one-way street.
Compromise comes into play,
“Tonight what will we eat?’
Think of new ways to connect
To keep your marriage fresh.
Never say, “You look fat in that,”
Just say, “I like that dress.”
"How about a poem about the gorgeous Australian echidna? I was so taken by this creature when I visited a year ago and felt privileged to see one. I also bought a poetry book and learnt that their young are called 'puggles'!
Maybe another about crosswords! No idea why, just came into my head, though I do like to do them."
The four extant species of echidnas and the platypus are the only living mammals that lay eggs and the only surviving members of the order Monotremata.
My Friend the Echidna
Here’s to the dear Echidna,
my small and prickly friend.
He barely ever makes a sound,
though to him my ears I lend.
He’s called a spiny anteater,
on ants and termites does he dine.
Though he is not related
to the hedgehog or porcupine.
Echidnas, they are monotremes,
which are mammals that lay eggs.
Like dear cousin platypus,
males have spurs on their hind legs.
Echidnas have short though strong limbs,
and powerful digging claws,
slender snouts, both mouth and nose,
sticky tongues and toothless jaws.
Due to their low metabolism
and resistance to most stress,
echidnas live long for their size,
45 years more or less.
Echidnas are quite timid,
They’ll hide instead of fight,
bury themselves in the dirt,
or curl up very tight.
Young echidnas are called “puggles,”
they are helpless for some time.
Susceptible to snake attack
until they grow their spines.
There seem to be two main types of people in the world, crosswords and sudokus.— Rebecca McKinsey, Sydney West
The Crossword Puzzle
I love to complete crosswords,
They’re fun to pass the time.
Though cryptic ones sure test me out,
I wish the clues would rhyme.
In newspapers, magazines, and books
There are crosswords of many types.
The New York Times was famous,
It’s crossword had much hype.
I like geographic puzzles
To learn about the world,
And with scientific clues as well,
New knowledge is unfurled.
But when I cannot solve a clue
It really gets me down,
So I bought a crossword dictionary.
Now I smile more oft’ than frown.
"In the weeks to come what about a poem about a mischievous cat. I have a kitty who is adorable (lucky for him) but is as naughty as can be. For Christmas last year I gave him a lifetime achievement award. He has created more mayhem in his 6 short years than most cats twice his age."
Cats can work out mathematically the exact place to sit that will cause most inconvenience.— Pam Brown
Wilbur Whiskers the Mischievous Cat
Wilbur Whiskers was a mischievous cat,
He loved to chase mice but was wary of rats.
He'd raid the trash bins in the hope of a treat,
When he wasn't sleeping he needed to eat.
Wilbur would tom cat around at midnight,
Just the scent of a female would often cause fights.
He'd come home with bite marks and missing some hair,
Leaving blood on the carpet and my favourite chair.
But the very next night he'd be back on the prowl
Wooing the she-cats with his God awful howl.
If Wilbur's left in the house when I have to leave
He'll cause so much mischief you wouldn't believe.
He'll climb up the curtains and rip them to shreds,
He'll spray on the walls and mess up the beds.
I love Wilbur Whiskers and his soft fluffy fur,
And contentment he shows with appreciative purrs.
Although he is mischievous he's my precious pet,
But tomorrow he's taking a trip to the vet.
Y’all Come Back Now! Ya Hear?
Well, that’s it from the porch for this week. Thanks for visiting, and please come back again next time. The next collection of poems should include requests from: Bill Holland, Pamela Oglesby, Shauna Bowling, and Ruby Jean Richert.
This content is accurate and true to the best of the author’s knowledge and is not meant to substitute for formal and individualized advice from a qualified professional.
© 2020 John Hansen