Raccoons are like cute little pups,
They go asleep when the sun comes up.
Waking up when it gets dark,
Playing rough they sure do bark.
Sleep all day and up all night,
You have to play with them just right.
Your clothes might get a little ripped,
Maybe also you’ll get gentle nip.
They are funny and are very clean,
Most people think they are mean,
But they really do make great pets.
I know you’ll like them I do bet.
So just give it a little try,
They are cute when they cry.
They will climb up upon your lap,
Or lay with you when you nap.
4/15/2012 Betty Ann Townsend
Tonight there is a full moon,
Hoping we can meet real soon.
If you want me to be your doll,
All you have to do is call.
Then we can make a date.
Never coming home til late.
Hoping I’ll be the one you hold,
Never letting our love be sold.
All please hold me tight,
I can’t wait for this night.
So I can be the one close to you,
Our time together is way pass due.
Then when we leave each other,
We’ll know then it was worth the bother.
Our love will be faithful and true,
Never letting each other sad and blue.
4/8/1987 Betty Ann Townsend
It sure was lonely here today,
What else can I say?
You couldn’t even answer the phone,
So here I sit sad and alone.
The day is coming to a end,
Maybe I will receive the love you send.
But if not I will try to deal,
Try to get over the way I feel.
Sadness now is feeling my heart,
Since all day we were apart.
Hoping you were thinking of me,
ALL I want is the three word to hear or see.
I LOVE YOU !!!
4/13/12 Betty Ann Townsend
why is when im lonely all i want is to cry,
i’m so lonely and we didn’t even say goodbye.
your voice is all i want to hear,
since you cant be near.
hearing the sweet words you always say,
whispering in my ear as we lay.
holding me in your loving arms,
i know i will never be in any harm.
closely we lay although the night,
in your loving arms you hold me tight.
softly kissing me on my lips,
running your fingers down my hips.
looking into each others eyes,
showing us our love will never die.
4/15/12 Betty Ann Townsend
I was so happy, a joyful day,
I heard my sweet babies say:
Mama,doggie and cooing sound,
The biggest smiles I surely found.
The two sweetest baby faces,
Gram tired to keep up to her pace.
Out in the yard holding her hand,
Sorry sweetie Gram don’t have no sand.
A box of toys came from upstairs,
They both have lite blonde hair.
Gram was shocked her toys she picked up,
Almost drinking from a sippy cup.
She sure is a busy little girl,
Neither of them have baby curls.
Eyes so bright and also blue,
Seeing my babies were way pass due.
I tried so hard not to cry.
But I had tears when I said goodbye.
I gave both my angels a goodbye kiss.
Now my kids will be truly missed.
4/20/12 Betty Ann Townsend
Happy timesthere will always be,
The biggest smiles we’ll always see.
Hand in hand we’ll walk together,
In our lives there will be no other.
I am yours and you are mine,
Candle lite dinner with a fine wine.
The love we have is so strong,
Having to find a special love song.
That will become our very own,
Hearing it we would then start to moan.
As we dance across the bedroom floor,
We’ll want each other more.
It’ll be a blessed day when we finally meet,
We’ll always then lay beneath those satin sheets.
Never being alone again at night,
We’re now together and everything is alright.
4/22/12 Betty Ann Townsend
I met Betty Ann Townsend on Facebook
through mutual friends.
She lives in Pennsylvania, works in a nursing
Betty has two adult children, a daughter, 33, son 32
two step-grandkids and 5 grandkids.
We message back and forth almost daily.
When I couldn’t spend time with her as often
as I had, I explained it was because I was
working on prompts for Poetry month and reading
the posts of other poets. That is when she
shared with me that she too wrote poetry and
has for a long time. I asked her to share some
of her poetry with me and she did.
She does not have a blog so I got permission
to share some of her poetry here on my blog.
Betty’s first two poems can be found on my
Zest: a tasty treat
Grandmother loved candied zest
Orange lemon, lime
fresh lemonade…taste the zing.
Zesty baked chicken
orange or lemon, oh my goodness
Insipid’s not zest
by any means, Mother*
didn’t know best here.
Savory or sweet
flavors in layers, soooo good
zest, zing, zip: Gusto !
* It’s a bit of exaggeration on
insipid for my mother’s cooking…
Mother used onion, salt and pepper
to the max … just the right amounts.
We didn’t know any better than
spaghetti made with spaghetti,
tomato soup, hamburger and
cooked in a skillet.☺.
I had an awakening when I left
home and tasted flavors in the
real world ! I thought I was literally
being poisoned with my first taste of
meat loaf with green pepper in
it ! I can remember how excited
the cooks’ wife was as she offered
me a taste ! Thank goodness for
my polite upbringing…I’m sure
I must have said something
flattering without making a face!
(maybe, maybe not !).
After I left home, Mother’s cooking
took a turn for the better … Mother
became much more adventuresome
and was known for some delicious
meals prepared for company.
I met a poet
who kept writing a secret,
shared writings with me
She writes from her heart
in her unmeasured meter
heartfelt and winsome
Her caring heart, soul
speaks volumes on paper or
when read aloud, shared
I met Betty Ann on Facebook.
We message back and forth almost daily.
When I couldn’t spend time with her as
often as I had, I explained it was because
of working on prompts for poetry month
and reading the posts of other poets.
That is when she shared with me that
she too wrote poetry and has for a long
time. I asked her to share some of her poetry
with me, and she did.
She does not have a blog so I have permission
to share these here for poetry month.
Two Poems by Betty Ann Townsend
Every time I hear your voice
I get a smile on my face,
A smile I’ll see
when I’m in a gown of white lace.
Laying in your loving arms,
I feel like a lucky charm.
To have the man I love so much,
Wanting just to feel his loving touch.
To have you always close to me,
That’s how I want it to always be.
One day soon we’ll be together,
tomorrow and forever.
Betty Ann Townsend 4/28/12
Thought running through my mind,
Hoping someday our love would find.
Always wishing you were near,
Then I could whisper to my dear.
Hoping someday it will be real,
I’ll never pass up a good deal.
All you have to do is dial,
Or send a letter in the mail.
Then we can make a date,
I know you’ll be a real good mate.
A day that we been waiting for,
When you come knock at my door.
I think you will be the best,
We’ll just take our time then rest.
Enjoying each other while we can,
Laying here close holding hands.
Betty Ann Townsend 4/28/12
About Betty Ann Townsend
Married with one son, one daughter
Favorite quote: Life’s too short. So live everyday as if it was your last !!!
back in the day when it was
Lower your voice, speak
in well modulated tones
Mother said often
Do not scream, or yell
use your telephone voice my
Mother would say to me
clarity was there
able to understand words
Not lady like, rule
to speak in crude tones or swear
Mother lived her rule
Speech clarity was
important, for Mother could
not hear well, this helped
Telephone voice brings
tones clarity gift
I look back, fifty
five plus years later, smiling:
Mother was correct
Peace and quiet help
Mother knew, I know .
The words in bold blue are words, phrases that
are part of my soul now….direct quotes from my
mother. I hear them spoken in my thoughts.
I hear myself SAY them. My mother insisted
that she be called “Mother”… not “she said,”
or calling Mother “her” even if Mother was sitting
right next to me !
to give in to at any age
lure to do wrong strong
teenagers find hard
resisting temptation they
follow peers, no thought
as we age, still there:
temptations more expensive
enticement of wrong
thought to be brought by evil
temptation a test
resisting, do right,
test of temptation moral
person finds in world
Music, words haunting
Vincent: Starry, Starry Night
words linger in my memory
“They would not listen”
Melody* says all
“perhaps they’ll listen now”, sigh,
speaks of Vincent’s death
*Verse 3: In googling the definition for melody, I found:
A poem suitable for singing.
A poem suitable for setting to music or singing.
Image from wikipedia