By Monica Chaddick
I don't have a specific genre that I write in. I write based on my life and what is moving me at the time. I allow my mind to wander and I just write down the thoughts that I am given.
I look forward to this writing challenge and hope that it helps me to grow as both a poet and a person.
By Monica Chaddick
Feeling like a total fool
Thought my calling was teaching school
I was good at it, no doubt
Although some students did sometimes pout
Politics, lack of discipline, admin
Called my teaching career to an end
Found a better j-o-b
One that was much more suited for me
More fun, more freedom, more money, too
That's what I found after leaving the public school zoo
By Monica Chaddick
Sadie steps out on the floor
She calls the class to join
Gathering all her faithful 'round
She prepares her dances
Sadie flashes wide her smile
Welcoming all who see her
She greets all her students proudly
Then begins her prances
Sadie starts to spin around
Her speed is quite unmatched
Of course, with four feet on the floor
This dog is hard to catch
| Author Notes | This is about my very active 3-year-old pit bull, who is extremely sweet and loved. |
By Monica Chaddick
Sitting, watching my tv
Thoughts are running wild and free
Not real sure what I should do
My little granddaughter is only two
Parents should keep her safe and sound
But there is abuse ~ no other family around
Here mom and dad have shut us all out
But I tuck no tail between my legs in a pout
To get her to safety I will do what I must
Her mother is driven by lust and mistrust
She "loves" this man and will not part from him
So on her own, sadly, she must sink or swim
The baby is what is most important here
I pray that God doesn't leave her in fear
I hope that my daughter gets help that she needs
And the powers that He will work with great speed
| Author Notes | My daughter and granddaughter are in a very abusive situation. She is doing nothing to protect the baby, and has isolated herself from the entire family. |
By Monica Chaddick
My doggy and my kitty
Sitting on my bed
If I pet one, the other one sees red
Both my hands are busy
So I've no time to write
Even though, in my head, my words are in my sight
Fingers tired of scratching
Hands are going numb
Catering to these two can sometimes seem so dumb
Sleep is dragging on my eyelids
My brain is very tired
Why is this the time of night that these two get so wired?
Okay, I've had enough of this and I am going to sleep
Making me pet them isn't right
When it lasts all through the night
By Monica Chaddick
Listening to the thunder crash
Watching to see the lightning flash
Floods of rain are pouring down
Covering over half the town
Winds are causing damage, great
Work enough to fill our plate
Discouraging, to say the least
Nature had itself a feast
Sun will shine brightly once again
We will no longer see the rain
The damage will be cleaned and cleared
Nature no longer will be feared
Until one day we will see more
of what Mother Nature has in store
By Monica Chaddick
Watching tv with my son
Dinner time over and done
Another day is over now
Tomorrow will be better, I vow
I am weary to the bone
Not much accomplished, though day is gone
Heading to my bed to sleep
So tired I hang my head and weep
Too much to get done in a day
I try and try but there's no way
Tomorrow I will once more wake
Look at things and my head I'll shake
Too much to do ~ can't focus my mind
Everything is so far behind
That includes writing for this contest
When I'm caught up, I'll try to rest
Of course, by then I'll be in my grave
Then I won't care about time I'll save
Until then I will struggle on
To see another day has gone
By Monica Chaddick
My granddaughter isn't doing well
She smiles in her pictures, but is going through hell
I've mentioned before, she's already been hit
This weekend I found out there's even more shit
She's two, yet she broke her foot "just running around"
But knowing her parents, lies will abound
This injury sounds very fishy to me
I'll tell the authorities, then we will see
I'm seeing a lawyer on Friday morn
Over reporting my daughter I am quite torn
I've discovered that she is a sociopath
Two and two equals four ~ it's not difficult math
I want what is best for my daughter, you see
But keeping the baby safe is my priority
If her mother won't do it, I'll do what I must
I trust that the system will be swift and just
| Author Notes | I spoke to a medical professional today, and she said there is no way that a healthy two year old would break her foot "just running around". |
By Monica Chaddick
I miss my husband, he was so dear
I miss him being here ~ holding me near
Mind you, there are things I do that are fun
Things, if he were here, I wouldn't have done
However, I would trade it all in a minute
If he were still here, and my life, he was in it
I miss him so much that I can't even say
It's been more than five years, but feels like a day
I would give anything to have him back
I would live in my car, on the street, in a shack
I miss my hubby each and every day
I wish that he wouldn't have gone away
By Monica Chaddick
My mother is driving me quite crazy
At ninety her memory can be a bit hazy
Of course, to this she will not admit
It's easier to argue, to fuss, and to quit
She will quit conversations when being proved wrong
No matter how much you point out each prong
Once she knows she's beat she will turn it around
And to make you look dumb she will make every sound
She will repeat everything you just said
And twist it to sound like it came from her head
She knows that she does this, believe me it's true
She does it to me, she would do it to you
She must always be right, there is no doubt
She will argue, scream, curse, and shout
Now, this isn't new and it isn't her age
This is not a senility stage
She has always been this way, now please see
She has always done this sort of thing to me
The difference now is that others are seeing
I am trying to look for her well being
She fights me every step of the way
But I must see about her each and every day
No one else will, because she can be a pain
Your will and emotions she will quickly drain
A nursing home would be of no good
With her behavior, they'd kick her out, and they should
I do love her dearly ~ she is my mother
Sometimes her arguments, though, I wish she would smother
She says she needs help, and gripes when she gets it
Then gripes if the help slacks off just a bit
I'll admit that sometimes I do lose my temper
Of course, at these times she will pout and simper
Light is now dawning on a new morn
And I must see about her though my nerves are worn
By Monica Chaddick
My dog and my kitty, both snug in my bed
My dog by my side, my cat on my head
I try to sleep, but it's not a done deal
To say the least, the struggle is real
I try many ways for the night to go well
But try as I might, it is usually hell
The cat cries and howls at the door to get out
Once out, she's not happy and of course cries and pouts
She then howls and meows to be let back in
Once she's in, the process starts over again
My night is ruined, my sleep disturbed
This restless cat gets me very perturbed
During the day I may get a nap
Because that's when she falls asleep in a snap
| Author Notes | I have had pets my entire life, and I know that this is just typical behavior. However, as I was attempting to sleep last night, I decided that I could make it a bit amusing by putting it in poem. No animals were harmed in the making of this rhyme - LOL. That's what you get when I need sleep - ha ha. |
By Monica Chaddick
I walked in my kitchen and looked around
I thought to myself, "What a wreck!"
Dirty dishes (and clean ones) abound
My next thought is, "What the heck?"
I cleaned it yesterday, of that I am sure
Now, yes, I did cook us some dinner
But the mess in there is just so much more
Than what was left by one sinner
As I look at all of the work to be done
I breathe deep and let out a sigh
If the battle of dinner is to be won
Then I guess I'd best stop asking why
Get straight to work cleaning this mess
Put everything where it must go
Now as the pile gets less and less
The cabinet's starting to show
When I am finished with scrubbing and cleaning
I would like to take a break
But sadly there is no time for leaning
I must cook, then clean again when I wake
By Monica Chaddick
The ghosts are back, that is for sure
Tonight just like the night before
Rapping, tapping on my brain
Like drops of gently falling rain
What they want I cannot say
They speak to me both night and day
I want to hear them loud and clear
Of them I absolutely have no fear
These voices whisper 'round my head
We talk of things I've done and said
These voices are of those I love
Gone on ahead to Heaven above
I hope they don't ever go away
I want their comfort 'til my dying day
By Monica Chaddick
My favorite show comes on tonight
I settle in to watch Owens fight
Randy hears voices in his head
The Undertaker claims he's dead
John Cena you can't even see
R-Truth in Judgement Day can't be
"The Man", of course, is Becky Lynch
Rollins helps Cody in a pinch
The Usos are in a family feud
Logan and Theory are quite rude
The Rock is cooking ~ can you smell it?
Solo, with his Samoan Spike, will hit
My favorite, though, is Roman Reigns
Although Paul Heyman can be a pain
Oh, tonight there is a title match
Wrestling Fever it's time to catch
| Author Notes | My dad introduced me to professional wrestling as a child. At first, the only one I wanted to see fight was Junkyard Dog. My dad took me to a live event to see him wrestle, but explained that I had to sit through the entire show because he was in the main event. By the time that came around, I was hooked and have been ever since. Thanks, Daddy. RIP |
By Monica Chaddick
Friendships come and friendships go
Some people just put on a show
Some grow slow, and some grow fast
Most aren't really built to last
Loyalty is a two - way street
In the middle friends should meet
Some friends give more than others do
Some will take advantage of you
If you find a friend that's real
Hold on to them, they're the deal
A friend supports when you're in need
A real, true friend is a treasure, indeed
By Monica Chaddick
All the clothes are piling up
Both the dirty and the clean
I need to cookour dinner
But the cabinet can't be seen
The dog needs to go outside
She really needs to pee
The cat is making noise someplace
But where I cannot see
I need to take a shower
I need to comb my hair
I feel a migraine coming on
Oh ~ no, wait ~ it's here
I need to wash the dishes
But I'm out of pods, I fear
There are so many things to do
They cause me great despair
What job shall I tackle first?
You know, I just don't care
I'm turning on the tv
And relaxing in my chair
By Monica Chaddick
Kid running around upstairs
Making me want to pull out my hair
All the racket and the noise
From just one tiny little boy
The parents never make him stop
He just runs and stomps and hops
However, I try to not complain
Although the racket's a total pain
He's just doing what kids do best
Playing hard in his happy nest
I won't complain, I'll let him play
For he will be an adult one day
Then his time for play will be done
So for now, let him frolic and have his fun
By Monica Chaddick
I need a new computer
This poor thing is shot
The built-in keyboard doesn't work
And memory it has not
I'm afraid to turn it off
It may not start back up
I can turn it on at breakfast
And it won't boot up by sup
I've looked at prices for them online
And also in the store
They have some really nice ones
But sadly, I am poor
I will have to get one soon
I need one desperately
My arthritis won't let me write
So it's a necessity, you see
Hopefully, I can purchase one
I'm shooting for the end of May
I will just have to deal with it
Despite the price that I must pay
By Monica Chaddick
As I'm cruising down the street
I've no idea who I may meet
One is speeding, one is sitting at the light
Some of these drivers aren't too bright
Cops are out all over the place
But don't seem to see drivers invade my space
If I didn't have errands to run
I would stay home and this poem would be done
Sadly, I must go out in this traffic
I try to make a good attitude stick
However, this becomes really hard
When people drive up into yards
They don't move when the light turns green
Turn signals ~ those are hardly seen
Some creep along just like a snail
Others will just ride your tail
However you drive ~ whatever your age
Know that your actions may trigger road rage
People are crazy ~ be careful out there
Keep your eyes open ~ be always aware
For safety I keep a bat in my car
When I am driving both near and far
Be careful out there ~ whatever you do
I wouldn't want anything to happen to you
By Monica Chaddick
Watching a show about murder and lies
My, how the stories do fly by
Excuses certainly do abound
In every single little town
It happens too often in real life
When people are under stress and strife
On television, solutions are easy
But in real life it can make one quite queasy
If only we had the ultimate power
To solve the mystery in less than an hour
Or better yet, for there to be no crime
Then wouldn't our lives all be so sublime?
By Monica Chaddick
My mother is getting on my nerves
Her errands and appointments are absurd
She refuses to stand in line
My making an extra trip is fine
Everything must be done her way
Each and every single day
When I reach my limit and tell her off
She whines, complains, and scoffs
I am never to complain
Although she can be a total pain
I do love her and try to help
But all she does is gripe and yelp
Then she complains that her feelings are hurt
And makes me feel like total dirt
I wish on day she'd appreciate
To me, that would be totally great
By Monica Chaddick
Sitting at the doctor is never any fun
But when it takes the entire day, one can come undone
The appointment was at nine
We arrived at eight fifteen just fine
They called her back to run a test
We thought that they would do the rest
But, no ~ we sat in the waiting room
And soon we realized we were doomed
To be sitting there all day
We griped, complained, and had our say
Of course, there was no one that cared
In fact, they seemed surprised that we dared
It took forever to see the doc
In fact, until almost twelve o'clock
When he finally opened the door
His very short visit was a bore
He barely spoke to her or me
He didn't even take time to see
She told him that she would need new glasses
So he quickly to the nurse passes
Has her print out the same prescription
Now she has to make a decision
Should she go ahead and fill it
Or just give up and call it quits
I mentioned this problem to the nurse
As my mother grabbed her purse
The nurse quickly gave her the test
Said her vision was twenty / twenty, the best
So why then should she get a new pair
I don't think she needs to go there
What a completely wasted day
I couldn't wait to be on my way
When finally I was able to walk through my door
I couldn't rest, I had to do chores
If you go see docs you don't need
It will be a wasted day indeed
| Author Notes | This happened today at my mother's eye doctor appointment. A true story. Sadly, this isn't the first time this has happened at this same doctor's office. |
By Monica Chaddick
Shopping in the Dollar Tree
Is such a quick trip for me
It probably is for most of you
I mean, we all have other things to do
Not to mention it's usually hot
Famous for the a/c they are not
However, yesterday we brought my mother
She can shop just like no other
It was supposed to be in and out
Just a quick trip, no need to pout
About how much time it may waste
Just grab cleaning supplies in haste
That's what she said she needed to do
This would take ten minutes for me or you
It would take longer in the check out line
And about that most of us would whine
But not her, absolutely not
We were sweating in there because it was so hot
She insisted on strolling down every aisle
Nothing she did in there made me smile
It took two hours for her to shop
I promise you ~ I kid you not
At least thirty minutes to pick out drinks
Her shopping ways make me need a shrink
Then as if that wasn't bad enough
She comes out empty handed in a huff
She doesn't have her debit card
Keeping track shouldn't be that hard
She left it sitting back at home
So back in the store she goes to roam
While we drive all the damn way back
Because her card she can't keep track
We go get it and return
While our moods and tempers burn
Of course, she must get back in line
Which wastes even much more time
Once she is finally done
Her basket is full ~ it's overrun
We load it up and buckle in
Then, we find, more fun begins
She wants to go to ANOTHER store
Another two hours to explore
At least thirty minutes to look at pots
At least in this store it wasn't so hot
I tried to get my shopping done
But at this her mood came undone
Never mind, I will return
Some other time to take my turn
By the time she's done, my back is screaming
I'm thirsty, I'm hungry ~ but she's not done scheming
For now, she will go home for the day
But tomorrow, another store if she has her way
By Monica Chaddick
Another day, another pile
I must go the extra mile
Throw some laundry in the machine
Wait for it to get real clean
Go back and toss it in the dryer
Hope the prices don't go higher
Haul it out and haul it in
Drag it from the laundry bin
When it's done it isn't through
It must be sorted for me and you
Fold it, hang it put it away
This stupid process takes all day
Soon it starts all over again
Once more there is a full laundry bin
By Monica Chaddick
By Monica Chaddick
Sitting in my living room
Watching shows of doom and gloom
Sorting clothes to put away
It has been a hell of a day
Supper waiting to be cooked
I check my phone to take a look
Laundry in the dryer still has time to go
So I can watch a bit more of my show
My dog is punished in her cage
She pooped in the house and put me in a rage
The cat is chasing after a fly
She is so funny she makes me cry
Once I eat supper I'm going to bed
I may read a few more pages in my head
I am truly enjoying my book
I took a chance when I took a look
This book is called Eyes of a Child
The story is just a little wild
Although I am thoroughly enjoying
Where this story seems to be going
I love books like this, you see
They always truly appeal to me
I think I would like to be a private eye
I can't afford the license, I think with a sigh
At any rate, I plan to chill
When laundry is done, before I get ill
Twelve loads have been washed, with four still drying
It's all I can do to keep from crying
I'm so tired, and my feet and back hurt
I did laundry, and trash, and swept up the dirt
Next I will reheat the dinner I've cooked
I stand in the middle and take a long look
I'm satisfied that I did my best
But there's clothes on the bed, so I'll handle the rest
By Monica Chaddick
So many things in this world are wrong
Why can't people just get along?
Parents are fighting at tee ball games
Attacking the coaches and calling them names
Shooting each other for no good reason
It seems that chaos is definitely in season
Old women are getting shot in their houses
By people driving around being louses
Random attacks happen all over town
It isn't safe to be driving around
Of course, staying home isn't much better
Chaos abounds in all types of weather
I have no idea what this world's coming to
I don't know how to solve it ~ how about you?
People are crazy, events are absurd
People should realize MLK's words
If everyone would just mind their own business
Things would straighten out ~ it's sickness
All of the shootings, attacks, and the like
Kids can't even go out and ride bikes
I remember playing in the streets until dark
But now you can't even go play at the park
Danger abounds each and every day
Peace needs to be practiced ~ we must find a way
By Monica Chaddick
We definitely paid the internet bill
With all this lag I've had my fill
My show is skipping scenes and words
Trying to watch this is absurd
I can't believe with all we pay
That there is this lag in the way
I just want to watch my show
I don't know which way to go
Should I simply restart the machine
Or call them up and get really mean?
I'm trying to relax and enjoy
But it's hard to do when there is no joy
I would be happy if things would work
But no, instead things have to lag and jerk
My show froze on a very bad scene
To say the least it was very obscene
This show is supposed to be a comedy
The laughs are not in quanity
I don't find sex scenes to be funny
Even if the people are covered in honey
Shows should be as advertised
And not pornos as comedies disguised
Then when the internet lags
It really puts my mood in a bag
Fix this lag for the price we pay
Or we may find a new provider one day
By Monica Chaddick
I count, and count, and count ~
I lay beans out on the floor
Count like Kindergarteners do
This is one ~ one more makes two
I've counted out the papers, and I've perused the tech
I still thirty, but oh, what the heck ~
They say I am short, so I won't cry and pout
I'll sit at my keyboard and type more poems out
By Monica Chaddick
See that little brown boy with the ball
Kicking it back and forth at the wall?
He's all alone ~ he has no friends
Just because of the color of his skin
He was sent to a new school
Where he doesn't know anyone and feels like a fool
Every day he wants to run and hide
Before taking that long bus ride
Move forward six or seven years
Government once more changes gears
Now bussing not only the skin of black
But now kids paler must pick up slack
Swap out their schools for "equality"
But was this really the way it should be?
I was one of those "fairer of skin"
At least according to my kith and kin
However, in summer my skin grew very dark
From being out in the sun in the pool and the park
I began in sixth grade with no one that I knew
Except two girls who across from me grew
One wasn't with me ~ she was in seventh grade
The other was only one of two dark friends ever made
Thankfully they helped watch out for me
As a large and a shy child I tended to be
I was horribly, terribly humiliated
When a teacher asked me with which race I was weighted
The way she worded the questions, I never will forget
I was so embarrassed that I would cry, I did fret
I didn't understand the question or it's meaning
Although I do know to me it felt demeaning
There was another girl whose skin was whiter than mine
Although she was African-American ~ we got along just fine
Although I must admit at first, I felt a bit intimidated
But as I got to know these kids, I understood we should be equated
To one another, not through our skin color
But rather through our connections as sisters and brothers
We are all of the one race that we call "humankind"
It's so sad that even to this day everyone can't be of that mind
Instead of killing one another in the street
We should agree to gather and meet
All together as one unified voice
Then I feel God, in Heaven, would rejoice!
| Author Notes | I want everyone to know that I am absolutely in complete and total equality among the entire population of the planet. I was in a neighborhood that was zoned "low" due to its proximity to a majority "black" area of town. Therefore, although my neighborhood was majority "white", we were bussed to the school in the majority "black" area. Before they re-zoned, I went to a school that was all "white" with the exception of one little "black" girl, whom I quickly became friends with. Her skin was so dark that it was almost blue, and I was fascinated by it, while she, on the other hand, was intrigued by my below the buttocks length, soft, brunette ringlets that could be maneuvered however she pleased. |
By Monica Chaddick
Sitting here, feeling alone
No one to talk to on the phone
Even there was I couldn't
Because complain ~ I shouldn't
I feel like no one is there for me
I mean, it's pretty easy to see
One has to work more than he should have to
Because the other one seems to think staying home is his due
I understand the former's frustration
Some people seem to want to live about their station
However, I feel that I am being used
I feel my kindness is being abused
Although I dare not say a word
For me to complain, that thought is absurd
Everyone has it much worse than I
I dare not complain, because then they deny
Let me say once more that I feel taken advantage of
I think that it may be time to implement some "tough love"
There is only so much I can take
Before my temper takes over and makes the earth quake
I think it is time for an intervention
Before I break ties with the best of intentions
By Monica Chaddick
I would like to thank the person that created the writing prompt that pushed me to create this book.
I would also like to thank all of the wonderful writers on the Fanstory website that took the time to read and review these poems. Their suggestions helped to make these poems better than they were originally.
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