Parents Abecedarian Poems | Examples
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Mother female parents giving birth
One whose energy comfort to
Take care of physically feels
Her way to understanding hugs and kisses
Educating and training nurturing
R reflecting can feel God softening us through her heart
5/11/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2024
Angry voices
Bellow my full name
Crystol Lynn!
Do you hear me?
Enter the mother and
Father.
Go away to another place
High above the trouble and terror
Isolate my childhood self
Justice is only a dream, a
Kind of folk story told
Late at night when the
Moon is full and fanciful.
None of this matters now
Only then when my
Parents were gods
Quite capable of ending my
Reality.
Still, there were
Times when tucked in
Under my blankets
Violence far away and not
Wishing for an
X-it from the turmoil of my
Youth,I could peacefully go to sleep…
Zzzzz.
Aftermath of Covid19 you say?
Beautiful ideas enter our mind
Creativity has found a sweet way
Deliberate hope for all of mankind
Enthusiasm brings muses to play
Foremost forever, this is so cool.
Girls and boys glad to be back in school.
Heartfelt happiness, it’s a brand new day!
Introduction to The Golden Rule.
Joyful as pandemic fades away.
Kids run toward grandma to give her a hug.
Love is no longer taken for granted.
Monstrous dreams slide away in the mud.
Needless diversion no longer ranted.
Ordinary pleasures revered for sure.
Parents are jiggling to a whole new beat.
Queens and Presidents are found not so pure
Respect for teachers will dance in the street.
Stupendous change will be showing us now.
The virus is not our only business.
Understanding and kindness anyhow
Variety of great ideas will save us
Wonderful calm days will come in a bit.
‘Xcited to be alive in this fuss.
Youthful exuberance – nothing like it.
Zestily protecting our humanness.
Being real.
What does this mean.
Being authentic?
Telling people what you really think.
Not letting others opinions affect your decisions.
But I'm going to say it again what is real?
Your environment, the things you've experienced, your conditioning, societal norms have created YOU.
What happens when we strip all that away?
Would you be you, if you grew up in a different home, with different parents, with more love, with less love, with more death, with less death. You might not be you.
So then who are you?
Without the programming. Because really and truly that all it really is. Like a computer. So what happens if we do a factory reset. Who are you then?
This is the question to ask.
Go within, spend time alone. Unplug. It will be the best and worst thing you do. You'll have to face some programs that don't serve your system at all and uninstall them. You'll have to update a few things and rearrange the more important programs so they're accessible. Some parts are easy and fun and some literally feel like you have the whole world on your shoulders. But at the end of the day. YOU. I mean the real YOU is worth it.
All over the house I find
Bits of Christmas left behind.
Crumbles from the Christmas bread
Dropped by little ones as they fed.
Each memento brings a tear
For Christmas is gone for another year.
Glad tidings from the Christmas choir
Have been like wrappings, tossed on fire.
If I could turn back time, I would,
Just for more Christmas if I could.
Kings knelt before the new born boy,
Love filled sweet Mary's heart with joy.
Mooing cattle looked with awe.
None would forget the scenes they saw.
Peeling bells in triumph rang,
Overhead the angels sang.
Quite rapidly the news was spread,
Reporting on Babe in the hay bed.
Shepherds gazed at Child with awe,
Told to others what they saw.
Until Herod spilled his harsh words out,
Vowing to kill each male child about.
When parents gathered the Child and fled,
X rays would have found no Babe in bed.
Years have passed and details grow dim.
zealously we tell the tale of Him.
January 10, 2016
Alluring scents of cinnamon n' mint
Beckoning of holiday cheer
Chiming of bells for a special mass
Dancing n' rejoicing
Ever blessed for the king is born
Framing love under a stable
Gravitating imaginations of joy
Hidden within messages
In boxed of toys
Jolly old Saint Nick
Kindling of spirits
Landing under a tree
Momentum of detail in wrapping
Nevertheless gathering families
Over Dinner conversations are carried
Plates full of a soulful food
Quietness sweeping the table through forks
Rambunctious spread of deserts
Satisfying mindful cravings
Trending time coming near
Upon the morning excite
Various gifts revered
While parents quietly watch
Xeroxing imprints of memories
Yielding imaginations thereof
Zealous baring Santa Claus
Written 1/4/2016
All around our hedgerows and gardens
Buds are forming bringing brilliant
Colour into our lives where previously
Dreary winter darkness lurked.
Everywhere new life is forming
Fields are bouncing with spring lambs
Gamboling about with their friends.
Hyacinths sensational scent fills the air
I simply love this time of year
Just bursting with new life
Knowing that spring is finally here
Lightens my spirits and
Makes me smile
Nesting birds collect food for fledglings
Only pausing for tiny breaks. They are
Perfect parents who work tirelessly
Quietly and lovingly
Raising their beautiful brood who are
Soon to leave the nest
Trees become dressed in gorgeous green
Until they are fully clothed
Verdant vegetation covers the land
With new crops growing
Xanthic coloured daffodils
Yearn for spring sunshine and merrily they
Zigzag in the warm winds
02~14~15
Contest Abecedarian - Shadow Hamilton
Submitted to Abecedarian contest sponsored by Caren Krutsinger
A
Baby is born, many
Cheers all around.
Daddy is smiling
Everyone is happy now.
For the dangers are over,
Got a lovely baby girl
Her name we don't know
I think it might be. Hope.
Just because theirs was running low.
Kisses are exchanged
Love will flow.
Mum is so tired,
Nearly a day in labour.
Oh so relieved now
Parents at last. From now on
Quality of life will grow.
Rest is now needed
So off home we all go.
Tomorrow is a new day
Until then we will sleep a
Very happy family that
Welcomed the baby girl.
X. Kisses goodbye
Years of happiness ahead with
Zeta - a new life
Dated 15 August 2014