SIMPLICITY SERIES prb babes*
D G R Millais & Holman Hunt
had art inclinations so very blunt
Loving a style so pre Raphael
by just looking you can easily tell
*Also see my SIMPLICITY SERIES verticals
Grandpa, is that fur in your ears?
AP: 3rd place 2026, Honorable Mention 2026
the haunting of my own words-my children
nude iron statues
by Sir Anthony Gormley
stand on Crosby beach
toddler blurted out
“look Grandma, there‘s his willy”
I burst out laughing!
Filtering through the empty broken balconies along the rivieras
are the waning cacophonies echoing monotonous songs,
“Merciless they are to us at the breaking of dawn”
Where life once thrived, we arrived in the city called the strip,
an open-air prison, an amphitheater without any spectators
insight, although the world is watching
We trudge onto yet another camp
The sun brings nothing, not anything more than light
that shines upon a smokey sky
I see more of nothingness, space, void, rubble
Everything is foreign and everyone has changed
All are cold, scared, and hungry, we walk aimlessly
In the hands of anyone unknowing if he or she's sane
There is so much fear, I am no longer safe
A new reality has come upon me
To the smell of death should I adapt?
A new day has dawned, morning has broken
Echoes pick up murmurs of others tears long spent
sifting through these ruins where I hide
Unattended unattached, no time for a sigh,
cry, or yawn, I am zombie like
The unrest of the last night has begun again
The recent blood red scenes now past
Yesterday's echoes filter one more reality
Will it be me today?
Babes of all creatures
Gather divinely.
A oneness, pulls each to each in.
Gentle and guile-free.
Infant, with the cubs
Lion, fox; endear.
Playful tussling. Nothing yet
Of the fierce to fear.
Winter arrives on a carpet of white,
in a glistening gown of ice and snow.
She alights as migrating geese take flight
and blustery breezes begin to blow,
to the cheers of the babes of Scorpio.
Snow entombs Autumn's dead in a white shroud,
burying city streets till they get plowed
and shutting down all but Nature's playground.
As a grey, somber sky gives way to cloud,
Nature's wildlife begins hunkering down.
Intrepid camel, name of ibn Shlumpf
Romantic alias ~ Abdullah Heffalumpf
He went ape for the babes, this
Dromedary of all trades
He just wished he could get over their humphs
A big blast in baggy boisterous hearts
As a charismatic charming chap I chant choruses
Seeing sisal spinning splendid systematic samples
Taken, I mask mistakes making massive moves
I divert, ditch disrepute in disputed dating dates
Shafts of shame shackled short lived shining
Bestowing beasts bearing bulky burdens
Tearing love tags tapped to the tail.
Growing grief gets God giving good gifts!
Realistic remorseful ritual reaps recognition
Dull decision depicting doom deepens dejection
Woman with wits wish wise way
Pick promise pulling permanent peace
Bind body and bloody base before blasting breast
Crispy crystal from crude crooks cry
From foreground formation to foundation
Spicy silky sweets see stars
God's grace: grab generous groins
Before burden burst, brutally burning.
I wake in sweats
Drenched in the regrets
Of a desert womb
This empty tomb
Where lie the never born
Whom I may never mourn
Never mourn this constant lack
That has me forever in deepest black
Never sit and talk beside their graves
For I can never bury the bodiless babes
Never sit and silently pray
For what dies inside me every day.
© Barry Freeman – 1st May 2021
Bosom best-buddy Beta Beta Beta boys begin bonding by bringing before biennial brunches:
bouncier basketballs
budget bean burritos
bounteous beefy burgers
beautiful broad-minded busty boyfriend-less babes
better bottled Bavarian/Belgian beers
web-footed babes
looking for mama
ducklings
Just the other day
So out of the blue
My granddaughter says
I have a secret to tell you
With a pensive look
She blurted out
I have evil inside of me
Said with a factual pout
Why do you think that
I question gently
It's transferred from my doll
She said intently
Your brain can make you think
Many things that are not true
Show me your doll
I will examine her for you
I said, you are not evil
Your imagination is very strong
I should not have told you grandma
I'm right and you are wrong
With a little huff
She scampered away
Left me with a smile
And some dismay
November 19, 2019
For Contest ~ 2 to 12
Sponsor ~ Beth Evans
Took my five-year-old daughter to the office
On “Take Your Child To Work Day” being cautious
“But daddy, you said
There'd be clowns here”
Poor daddy turned red and became short of oxygen
There once was a minister so meek
His sole desire, the Lord for to seek --
Despite babes everywhere
Never once did he stare --
He just grinned, then turned her other cheek
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