Collected Poems

I have been writing poems since I was a child. I hope you enjoy this collection of my favorites.
Blessings,
Beth Spark-Jacques

 The Fickle Suitor


I gave my lord a token, 
 of my love so deep.
A twisted lock of hair,
  to treasure and to keep.

My love was eternal,
 his was not so true.
My heart he has forsaken,
 and my memory rued.

I asked of him a boon,
 my favor to return.
So he did reply,
 very much concerned.

"I am sending you this box,
 full of locks of hair.
Some auburn, some brunette,
 and some of them are fair."

"I know not which is yours,
  that you must decide.
So pick out your tress,
 and throw the rest aside.


NEVER IN A DISH

Tabby and Amber were the most exceptional of cats,
 with noses in the air and tails curled up like that.
They would eat anything, anywhere you could wish,
 but never, Oh no never, never in a dish.

They could eat salmon directly from the can,
 or bits of roast straight from the roasting pan.
From a fishhook they would steal the fish,
 but they'd eat it never, Oh never in a dish.

Morsels they'd snatch from under the table,
 they'd plunder your plate if they were able.
Their own dinner time they'd rather miss,
 for they wanted it never, Oh never in a dish.

They'd follow a trail of tidbits in the grass,
 bird on the wing they never could pass.
Gourmet delights are not so delish,
 if served in that hated, despicable dish.

Eating squirrels and mice is such fun,
 nothing is like a meal on the run!
But such a treat would deserve just a sniff,
 for they'd eat it never, Oh never in a dish.

They'll eat anything dropped on the floor,
 and yowl, and scream, and beg for more.
But throw their food in the trash if you wish,
 nothing can make them eat it, Oh never in a dish.

The refrigerator door they constantly paw,
 dreaming of food, baked, fried, or raw.
All of that food is not worth a pish,
 'cause they'd eat it never, Oh never in a dish.

Watch out for that sandwich you just made!
 from your lunch they'll happily raid.
But your whole lunch they could resist,
 if put in that rotten, horrible dish.

They love catfood straight from the bag,
 with their heads buried in, their tails they wag.
But that catfood must not be so fresh, 
 for they'd eat it never, Oh never in a dish.

At the neighbor's house they often mooch,
 they'd take dogfood away from a pooch.
You'd think we never fed them, as if!
 they just won't eat ever, Oh no never from a dish.


KEIRNATH BAKES A CAKE


I think I'll bake a cake,
 let's see what shall it take?
Flour, sugar, an egg or two,
 a pinch of salt I think will do.
This bowl is too small I'll need another,
 Oops! I broke it, (don't tell mother!)
Here's the mixer, beat on high,
 Wow, look at all that batter fly!
It's dripping off the ceiling and walls,
 maybe mom won't notice at all.
Now to pour it in the pan,
 did I forget to spray it with Pam?
Next turn the oven on to bake,
 400 degrees is what it should take.
Now for how long? An hour should do,
 and so I'll rest until it's through.
*     *     *     *     *     *     *  
I yawned, and stretched, as I awoke.
 What is that smell, is it smoke?
I've burned my cake to a crisp!
 Mom will never forgive me for this!
And it's stuck, I can't get it out,
 I hope this time she doesn't shout.

    "Keirnath! What have you done ?"
    " I've baked you a cake Mom."
    "Well Keirnath, next time ask permission,
      for when you bake, you need supervision!"


DEIRDRE'S JAVA JIVE

She's a  cat, she's a cat, 	
 she is furry and she's fat.
Deirdre the coffee drinking cat.

It's a fact, she has no tact,
 and your coffee you will lack.
Deirdre the coffee drinking cat.

If you choose, to take a snooze,
 your cup of java you will lose.
Deirdre the coffee drinking cat.

Move your spoon, make some room,
 to your coffee she will zoom.
Deirdre the coffee drinking cat.

You will find, in a bind,
 her own beans she will grind.
Deirdre the coffee drinking cat.

Yes its true, she will brew,
 a pot of coffee without you.
Deirdre the coffee drinking cat!