Babs the bear collected colorful leaves that fell like tears
Her breath gave them a sheen, and kept them fresh for years
She had a pile of them in reds, blues, yellows, greens, and yellows.
Strategically placing them in her cave; she played with the little fellows.
Babs lives in an upscale neighborhood
zoned for single family dwellings
two weeks ago a non-family moved across the street
and three houses down
Babs can easily see them from her window.
She is keeping her eye on them
Logging their activities.
6:45 a.m. red car with tiny lady parks.
6:52 a.m. white truck with big wheels, large man goes inside.
7:15 a.m. skinny woman with red hair leaves.
11:45 a.m. two strange-looking women sit on lawn
they are covered in blankets
talking loudly on their cell phones
Babs has called the city to complain.
But complain about what? they want to know.
She is not sure.
Yet.
hip hop grief
no code enforcement, she loud inside the outs of krogers
calling in her blame,, ,5,0, silent trooper, undered the statey
husband codes like adam smith gettin babs seat
Momentum on the Streets p=mv profit=momentum*volume
“How much do you get?”
“What’s the pay…..
What’s the pay off he said
Not speculating today
Feels great
This location is inside of you
Sugar bored and wont talk
Never through it all a way for a block
Out of my bourbon
Soo clean eyes will come
A thousand armies and a thousand moors
Until you never loud inside my opened poors
A little bit of hash ain't no trash
Mother needs that little yellow pill to keep her still
L. S.D it just doesn’t agree
Father works so hard, I find it sad
Purple Heart, not a bad start
Sister’s going to complain, boyfriend didn’t turn up again
Tonight it must be speed, such greed
Mother's going to bed, she’s going to rest her head
I’ll try cocaine, it sends me insane
Father's going to say, well son, how was it today
I’ll smoke some grass, let life pass
My sister has to say, you don’t look too well these days
Well, it looks like it must be Babs
Especially now, I’m sad
Mother’s dying, Father’s crying, Sister’s ill
I think it must be the little yellow pill.
It is not every giant bear who gets a butterfly shower.
But Babs was unusual, tall as a tower.
He had a gentle heart, and the butterflies knew
He would take care of them, as they sprinkled and flew.
He is a gentle giant, the monarchs said.
The Luna moths agreed, “he has a considerate head”.
Babs was an unusual bear, who loved flowers and butterflies.
In the animal kingdom, others recognized this as being wise.
Bouncy bountiful blustery buxom Babs
Brought Bossy Bonnie beautiful blueberries
Bonnie baked Babs’ brother blueberry bisque
Bashful Barry bet Babs that Bossy Bonnie believed
Barry could become her beleaguered boyfriend
Babs bellowed beautifully, because she believed it too.
Babs, a bright bushy tailed baby bunny blossomed in a bubble balloon.
Furiously floating in fey fairy land, frolicking in a frisky ways.
The day was gentle and sweet. The night graced with a gorgeous moon.
Babs hoped tomorrow’s bubble balloons would be as pretty as todays.
Bibble, the Blue Footed Booby believes bubbles are beautiful.
Babs B. Brown, his brother’s best bestie bashes his belief to bits.
Bibble blusters and babbles, breezily blowing bright blue bubbles.
Bibble’s Booby brother, Billy barely arrives before a battle begins.
Xmas 2021
Santa finally made bail and set himself free,
then went to get Rudolph from a zoo in D.C.
They found Dasher downtown passed out in a pub,
Dancer on the back nine at a local country club.
All out of cookies, Comet was baking a fresh batch,
but Cupid liked to run and wasn’t easy to catch.
Donner was playing cards with Bugs Bunny and Babs,
They found Blitzen at Red Lobster cracking some crabs.
with just one more stop to pick up the sleigh,
Xmas was saved and back under way.
11/26/21
“X” Contest, New or Old Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Verbicide is sometimes committed in my works
Those works could be perdures forever
Aborted babs
Untimely deaths
Homicide with our tax dollars is that righteous
A child that never gets a chance at life
I am not a savant but this is wrong
Will we as a nation get our comeuppance
What? eternal life~ heaven?
What? eternal life~hell?
I hope heaven
I hope not hell
There was once a lady named Babs Bower
Who lived 'cross town on a street called Tower
She could talk you to death
Not coming up for breath
Gabbed with gusts up to ninety miles per hour
I met Lydia when I needed a friend
She was always quiet, and hid under the bed
I learned how to watch what would happen from her.
I was always happy to see a familiar face
Coming through the door or window frame
Never to stay for long, just to let me know she was there
Babs died and at Thanksgiving Harriett told me
About her closest friend of twenty three
Who I would always be two years older for
Every year I lived, I heard the voices
Of the women and the familiars
Who watched after me with care.
a little of the love
a coke in one hand
B. Streisand’s cd on low
Guilty plays my love.
I feel my chest strain
as song after song tracks
my love for you.
long distance, winter nights
cold nights you missing
standing the other side of the fog
at the edge of my world.
I can almost feel your heat.
in love so deep and Babs knows.
It is the third of June at San Quentin in 1955.
A death row inmate will soon no longer be alive.
She has been dubbed “Bloody Babs” by the local press.
Barbara Graham is a convicted murderess.
For killing widow Mabel Monohan, she will pay.
Barbara is sentenced to die in the gas chamber today.
Barbara’s young life experienced many a convolution.
She had been in and out of jails for petty crimes and prostitution.
Never experiencing a proper upbringing in a peaceable home;
between California and Nevada, Barbara would aimlessly roam.
With two other men, into Mrs. Monohan’s house she would go.
Reportedly, the victim’s skull was cracked as she was smothered with a pillow.
Graham was executed after a second stay.
“Good people are always so sure they’re right” was the last thing she would say.
Inspired by the 1958 film “I Want to Live”
I thank wikipedia.org online encyclopedia for information I obtained to write this poem.
your voice now silent
never to see you smile again
you left us heartbroken
unprepared
shocked to silence
we remember
your laughter and your
“I can go on attitude”
never complaining
just being you
even when fighting
this battle
we'll never know why
you had to leave us so soon
we'll always wonder
we'll always have questions
God knew your journey was complete
when He selected the perfect rose for His garden today---
IN LOVING MEMORY OF A FRIEND AND COLLEAGUE,
MICHELLE SCHULTZ 26092011
We, at BABS miss you already
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