The look on my face
Says it all
That I don’t know you
At all
A stranger is what
I see
You don’t mean
Anything to me
As I watch
You closely
Looking for something
That’s mostly
Mostly familiar to me
As I look
With the picture of
Your face that I took
Who are you to me?
To you it may seem
That I'm grumpy or mean
Or that I cry a lot
The truth I fear
Is so very near
And it all explains a lot
The face you see
Is not really me
I know you know me not
The truth, with wit
Is about what I did
In this itsy bitsy cot
My pants, too late
Is warm with weight
And really smells a lot!
So, hey, put down that phone
And leave me alone
Or help this tiny tot!
Picture no. 1
YOU? Why are YOU up in here, all on the prowl,
looking closely at me, causing me to scowl?
DUDE, can't you see anger set in my jowls?
I just arrived brand new, so I still remember
how my last life ended one cold September
when someone - YOU - forgot to yell timber!
Are you listening, seeing this face, witnessing
my expression of disdain as loathing clad?
You scad ... what, huh .. what DID new Mom call you?
NOT grandad, no - no, that cannot be true.
You and me, related .. that I cannot do.
The angels must have placed this wee doodad
on the wrong heavenly infant launchpad.
Oh, me, just great - I'm already living mad.
Proud baby smiling,
showing two teeth, feeling fine.
Sensation to bite,
to chew instead of sucking.
Ready to take solid food.
04/28/19
Photo 3. Seventh Place
' What's Baby Face THINKING 2' Contest by James Edward Lee Sr.
Life is jesting, breasting amplitude waves.
Wait till they cave to my whims, make them slaves
to my non-stop babble "a-ga a-da"
"goo-goo gaga”, “coo”, ma-ma" and "da-da."
Staring at frightful strange faces falling
to my belly, a bubble, Ppppprrrrrrrrrrtttt, blowing.
I giggle, but they look pretty silly.
Drowsy, "Ba-ba-ba," they call me Willy
their good at imitating my babble
as they worry and come on unravel.
With enough practice they'll get my command
and I'll have them eating out of my hand.
4/12/2019
Poetry Contest: Baby Face What's You THINKIN 2..
Sponsored by: James Edward Lee Sr.
If such jasmines are in your earth
If all clouds keep floating in mirth
If so much light to lift all gray
I'll hug the sun seated on hay
White and black swans swimming in lakes
Sky and water in pink handshake
Larks sparrows crows and peacocks play
as all vultures have run away
Tingling with red excitement I
Look at blue nightingales that fly
As you kiss my cheeks they all say
Do spend this way your night and day
If such jasmines are in good earth
Thanks that I was given such birth
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January 24, 2019
Prompt : Baby Face 'B" in the images
provided by the sponsor James Edward Lee Sr
I am only seven months old and I wonder
What will they feed me today
Will it be carrots yuck I ate those yesterday
Will it be pudding nope, dad just ate that today
I wonder when they will change me
This pee and poop stinks
Can they not hear me crying I will crank it up a notch
That dumb TV’s to loud
What is that spinning over me head
My eyes are going round and round
They think I am laughing but I am about to throw up
Who put this dumb thing over my head
They keep throwing me up into the air
Do they think I am some kind of toy
They better not drop me I am fragile you see
If they break me they will be sorry
I have no lifetime warranty
Another bath do they think I am a fish
What is that powder they are putting on me
My eyes are so tired I can’t keep them open
That’s okay we can do this all again, I wake up every four hours
Sponsored by: James Edward Lee Sr.
Name of Contest: Baby Face what’s you thinking
Date Created: 01/21/2019
Using Face #E
1st Place
My mum and dad are over there
Waving my bottle without a care
They know its making me mad
But say I’m still a handsome lad
My eyes are on that prize
They say I need to rise
Up on my hands and knees
But I think I’m going to sneeze
There’s a tickle in my nose
Reaching way down to my toes
Something happening in my nappy
They will say is really crappy
My mum is smiling at me
As she sits and drinks her tea
Now I’m wriggling in this mess
I wonder should I confess
For it’s really not very nice
Yet they still try to entice
I’ve to do something called crawl
When all I want to do is bawl
I wonder if I cry
Will I stop having to try
For I am now very frustrated
This they should have anticipated
Maybe dad will pick me up
I’ll drink my bottle before I burp
Then I can have my nap
As I sit upon his lap
19/1/19
Photo B
Baby Face What's You THINKIN Poetry Contest
Sponsor: James Edward Lee Sr.
A baby face thinking alone
where all the smiles have gone.
I look utterly amazed all around me
when with my mother I often go out,
angry faces of high strung people I see,
without any rhyme or reason they shout.
Faces covered by clouds of despair,
hopes melt in secret shower of tears.
People can’t find an iota of time to spare
in the mad rush to nowhere to help others.
Faces contorted in the grip of envy
defined by the contours of grim mask.
They never can share your feeling happy,
to shed selfish pride for them is uphill task.
The stony faces of these people I see,
glint of joy their eyes have never shown.
A confusing thought germinates to nag me,
asking where on earth the smiles have gone.
With my pristine nascent smile I tell you,
bring back smile, make for me a world new.
January 11, 2019
Baby face : C
There once was a baby named Stew
Whose anger often grew and grew
He wanted to fight
He had a good right
But first he would do number two
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1-6-19
Baby Face What's You Thinkin' Contest
Sponsor: James Edward Lee Sr.
Image B.
Come on, you are dying to smile!
It's got to break through in a while.
My angelic pose
And cute button nose
Have never once failed to beguile!
05/01/19
'Baby face what's you thinkin' ' contest CUTE PICTURE C
Sponsored by: James Edward Lee Sr.
(shame there's no way as a non-member to show the accompanying photo)
Hey momma
Oh you’ve gone pale
You recognize THIS face
Pure concentration
Sheer determination
Hey momma
Can you smell what I’ve done
I’ve s q u e e z e d out a big pooh
I bet you can’t wait
To change my crappy nappy!
BABY FACE WHAT'S YOU THINKIN Contest
Picture B
1/3/19
Baby Face What's You Thinkin
Who's that with her hands reaching out?
I know what she's thinking...
She's smiling...but I don't know her!
No way, lady, no way
will you snatch me from my mama!
Hmm...she is getting much too close.
So...here's my nasty face!
I am not as cute as you think.
Beneath my soft skin lives
a very loud, screaming monster!
No way, lady, no way
will you snatch me from my mama!
You better stop smiling!
December 28, 2018
For Contest, "Baby Face What's You Thinkin"
sponsored by James Edward Lee Sr.
Prompt Used: Face D
BABY FACE
New born baby cries,
tries but fails to realize
of self -existence.
What is past, what is present.
What’s happening, where to go?
12/26/18
Second Place
'Baby Face what's ....' Contest by James Edward Lee Sr.
HM
'STRAND CHOICE H' Contest by Brian Strand
Bite size poem no.54
Contest by Line Gauthier.
You look long and
you look deep
safe in your
mother’s arms.
Do you wonder
whatever is the
matter with all the
giants except
your mother?
Most seem to ever make
odd sounds at you.
Some make
facial contortions!
Not a word that
you can understand
Don’t they know
know your lingo?
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(Label D)
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