My puppy is eating my bushes
One twig at a time
Bushes I have babied for ten years
They suddenly have a new purpose
When he is bothering them
He is not chewing on me
Categories:
babied, dog,
Form: Free verse
Parents trust too much
they say young can do no wrong
children are babied
Categories:
babied, childhood,
Form: Senryu
Mama becomes a baker disrupting our day
Now we have to get dressed ourselves without pay
It is good experience she says with a teensy bit of wit.
I am not excited about it, I liked being babied a bit.
She is jiving and grooving, dancing around the kitchen.
Throwing in new ingredients – seaweed, lime and a lichen.
I like that she is happy, but this puts me into a bit of a funk.
I do not like having to get dressed and clean and that other junk.
Categories:
babied, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Rhyme
They had survived forty-two years together
The death of two children, loss of all of their parents
This was their time to relax and enjoy the fruit of labor
John passed in his sleep two weeks prior,
Six days before he was to retire.
Six days before their dreams would have come true.
Martha was in a funk; she had not gotten dressed for days.
She would not answer the door or her mail.
She wanted John to come back to life.
Every night she begged him, in her dreams.
Her pleas were unanswered.
She was down.
She heard John’s voice this morning.
The garden, he had whispered. My roses are blooming.
She was delighted! He had come back to life!
She rushed outside. Gorgeous roses were alive and happy.
The fragrance reminded her of her darling husband.
He had babied these florals.
She took a whiff and remembered
their courtship, and their marriage.
You have to live, he reminded her.
It was a whisper
but it was enough
Categories:
babied, spiritual,
Form: Narrative
Renegade trees are suffocating the yard.
One became seven rather quickly.
When I discovered the mother tree,
I congratulated myself on a successful transplant years ago.
I had babied my little forest tree almost too much.
Never dreaming she was going to become the grandmother of the yard.
Going forth and multiplying.
Categories:
babied, tree,
Form: Free verse
I put on makeup so I can feel beautiful
Put up curtains so I can feel at home
Got a baby that's half a family
20 years old looking 15
In the middle of the ghetto and gentrificA-town
By the Projectz and the precinct
I've got a closet full of donated clothes
I ask God why this is the life he gave me, mama says this is the life I chose
Not quite white with Latina ancestry
But you'd never believe it, if you took a look at me
Hold on my baby's crying
I turn up my music so I can't hear a thing
Just for a few minutes...
Sometimes I picture myself photogenic behind a picket fence
Wishing I could ignore my present situation
I pick her up feed her the milk from my breast wishing I could be babied and loved without bounds
Another single mother tally up another statistic
Product of molestation young and misunderstood by my miserable mother moralizing prescriptions of medication for her daughter because daddy is the one who's money making
That's the least she can do cuz her name ain't even on the lease
Gotta let men rape cuz everybody wants a piece, right?
All old white men look like creeps at night
At least to me
Categories:
babied, abuse, childhood, dark, deep,
Form: Narrative
She was a delicate being.
Things bothered her more than most.
She walked off more jobs than we care to count.
There were eight of us when she was born.
She was our baby, our princess, our doll.
We all babied her, some of us fought over
Who would carry her to Kindergarten.
When she fell on hard times,
We pitched in and paid her
Rent, and her utilities, for
A couple of years.
We helped her a lot,
Because that is what big
Brothers and sisters do.
She is forty-two now.
Still living at home.
She can’t keep a job.
Can’t get along with others.
We cannot figure out why.
Categories:
babied, relationship, work,
Form: Ghazal
My mother's dishes are as delicate as she,
Tiny pink rose bouquets and silver rims.
Once I used them with her lace tablecloth,
For Thanksgiving and Christmas back then.
Then came the day of casual living,
She had given me a set of gold flatware,
So I set a pretty table of everyday white,
And gold and food were there.
It was passable pretty, no need to be babied,
If something broke it didn't matter;
They could go in the dishwasher for tomorrow,
Throw the paper cloth away, join the holiday chatter.
The rosebud dishes I fear to use
For each day makes them more antique,
So I've willed them to someone young and special,
Will she use them, what do you think?
Categories:
babied, change, mother, nostalgia,
Form: Narrative
Oh ...I will not! ...see you ...left... crepuscular ones!
though I turn my eyes away from your visceral hungry-ed movements, your quests
to be fed in shadows, the babied darkness on ink tip of night ...upon which you suckle
I do not, I will not, witness your skulking muscular moves with sonorous cellular revulsion...
NO! I will dissolve your desultory moroseness with this transcendent blade
So opulent and exuberant is THIS...unsheathed light!
Oh You, like the Halcyon...nesting in your only twilight...only one night ...are you too cynical for any other day or time? ...and filled with jealousy ...like the penumbra?
neither fully dark nor fully light...your painful "shades of...gray"
will simply milk away ... when shielded by loves might
Categories:
babied, courage, creation,
Form: Free verse
The summer labored against an agonized yawn,
and through its sweated lips
withdrew a round fruit.
It is too big to ask how it had ever fit.
She collapses and withers, her waters
vaporing skyward, no afterbirth brought forth.
I take the fruit.
It is fresh and red and promising,
and a great parallel to the shriveled season
that lays quieted in her phoenix-ashes.
It is warm.
You lay in it, in all your babied splendor,
you curl in its yolky folds.
I am the new mother, with a feverish pride,
the blood-beaded brow.
I bite, bite the crisp stone, and drink you in.
I feel your bones, my bones
and all your veins take hold.
Your eyes unfurl as ship sails, over mine.
Categories:
babied, birthday, creation, love, relationship,
Form: I do not know?
Morning smile replies to sunrise
To leave a dark, quiet and cool cave.
I made a far trip to visit a beloved
That has babied me
Spoiled me with pleasant voice
Medicated me when I was sick
Showered me before bedtime…
The alarm clock drops a dense curtain
Closing the joyful episode: A happy time
To be nearby a blurry image.
The player moves to the back stage
To return to a real life.
The sun rises to the high noon
Then settles in the horizon…
A single day is similar to a single life!
The blurry image lasts in my mind
I smile to the dawning
Giving me hope to survive
I follow the enlighten morning.
What a sweet dream to meet
My beloved mother.
Categories:
babied, dream, family, life, morning,
Form: Free verse
Just chewing a FRESH tomato
from off my potted plant
babied it all winter long
mmmmmm tastey
in a trance
sucking my teeth
smacking my lips
getting every DE LI CI OUS morsel
the mayonnaise has graced the space
between the bready foursome!
Just chewing a RIPE tomato
grew all by myself
lickin’ all the juicy juice
off my salt fingered self!
Categories:
babied, funny, happiness, health, nature
Form: Rhyme
My Green Thumb
Whenever I bought a plant and tried
To keep it watered and well fed
The plant just shrivelled up and died
Now all the plants I have are dead.
I gave them light or lots of shade
Did everything I was told
Talked to them when they seemed to fade
Kept them free from bugs and mould.
I babied them and gave them drops
The best earth is what I used
Made sure their roots had spacious pots
But they died, I’m so confused.
Well, nothing seems to work for me
A green thumb I can’t make
So if I want a plant or tree
I guess it will be fake.
Categories:
babied, funnygreen,
Form: I do not know?