' Maternal love is an instinct, but paternal love is also distinct.' - Poet
Mother's love shower from natural spring
Father to gain confidence from offspring.
From mother child seeking carefree shelter.
Father is the best known baby sitter.
Categories:
baby sitter, father, mother,
Form: Couplet
Insanely bad mood
Snippy and snarling
He is four-years-old
Fighting his nap time
Baby sitter folds
He falls asleep
at six o’clock
when parents come
to take him home
grouchy boy
cannot eat
wants his bed
routine
broken
sad
Categories:
baby sitter, child,
Form: Diminished Hexaverse
Aha! Got it! Our young gray mouse grandson said.
Holding a plump ripe raspberry above his head.
The perfect one! He told everyone who would listen.
The rest of the berries had his saliva which did glisten.
How long was he in there? We asked his baby sitter.
It kept him busy for six minutes, and his litter.
The rest of them began popping out with berries of their own.
We rolled our eyes, thinking how great it was to be back home.
Categories:
baby sitter, animal,
Form: Rhyme
when my poems mumble
find words around will fumble
stupid and on would stumble
are things cat enjoys
likes playing with kitty toys
and girls with boys
while idiots will bloom
for us God made room in tomb
so sins He can consume
when with love liter
God became my baby sitter
sinner am quitter
when we found some mace
cat would make a funny face
running set the pace
when my eyes were teary
outside it had been dreary
of we would be leery
when we came to terms
you could see so many worms
consuming all the germs
when being prevalent
they would be ambivalent
all the rules have bent
when we entertain
rather than being insane
we will need a brain
when we saw menu
reading we must continue
seeing sharp sinew
Categories:
baby sitter, allegory, analogy,
Form: Haiku
Just take a good look at me;
My frame is attractive!
It does the unsated
appetite of the chauvinist
fuel.
My curves and your fantasies
are mutually inclusive!
Without them, dreams
are truncated.
But I am an orgasmic
symbol.
The self opinionated chauvinist
designs me in his sub-conscious
to serve and be utterly subservient.
I am incarcerated as a chef,
and timeless baby sitter.
A baby machine for a
patriarchal dynasty.
My education is a threat to chauvinist ego.
My ignorance hones his misogynist confidence,
whilst my erudite head
retards his self esteem and worth.
The illiterate orgasmic symbol is his
ideal and virtuous woman.
The smarter and more professional
is the age-old Jezebel.
My chastity and virginity
are twin virtues of a
mutilated genitalia.
My restrained sex urges are
designed for his unrestrained
proclivities and gratification.
I must be restrained,
for him to be unrestrained,
because, share him I must
with two or three others of
my kind.
But take another good look at me,
and see a versatile womb-man!
Translate each prejudice of yours'
and see my remarkable antonyms.
Categories:
baby sitter, abuse, woman, women,
Form: Free verse
Every now and then
The cold blooded floor cements her dream.
Every now and then
She wakes up to the livid voice of her baby sinking into cupid rain.
The mercury of things on her chest is open as the cloud
Every now and then
She thinks of the diary of a teenage mother with baby sitter.
All these rotten times
She found no triangle in love.
All these rotten times
She saw no handwriting of her soldier on military wall.
Only the rose on his grave had kissed her thousand times in hazy vision.
Sometimes it seems as if the cloud over her head is drinking beer.
How will she find love in these rotten times.
Every now and then
She smiles at vegetative hands in the house of commerce.
I see a little love dripping out of her baby's feeding bottle.
I see a church of diapers becoming rare.
She's just 15 and mama is just a little girl.
Categories:
baby sitter, anxiety, crazy, lonely, sad,
Form: Didactic
Get a sitter Daddy said.
Mom tried the four they knew.
None would come back.
We had played the trick on all of them.
We are identical twins.
One of us would yell “Sissy is running away!”
The sitter would chase them from front door to back door.
Once the twin was inside, the other twin would lock the back door too.
Both twins in.
Baby sitter outside.
Categories:
baby sitter, 6th grade, 7th grade,
Form: Light Verse
an eat sweets quitter
her teeth shine and do glitter
of our baby sitter
hope my teeth will stay
never leave or go astray
do brush every day
teeth were hard to bare
cavities were here and there
should brush them with care
Have dental appointment today.
Categories:
baby sitter, allegory, analogy,
Form: Haiku
The baby never
sits...Neither
do I
Categories:
baby sitter, baby, care,
Form: Other
We will watch video and play games together,
Using not media as a baby sitter.
Categories:
baby sitter, family, games, technology,
Form: Epigram
Horn I Always Has Haiku Humor
When Trump stepped off curb,
Do not bother him or disturb,
As well as perturb.
Session by session,
Trump will make poor impression;
Does use deception,
At us stares and stares
While out you always wears,
When up or down stairs.
Trump is undressing.
Others will be impressing;
All his sins stressing.
Out sins poured and poured;
Trump had been told by our Lord,
History was restored.
Trump is a looter;
Ignorance needs a tutor.
Never straight shooter.
Trump does have an urge,
Be loser while being skirge,
As President must purge.
Trump is hard to bare;
A loser beyond compare;
Steels more than fair share.
Had looked at big board;
History had been restored;
Trump did bring on discord.
At us stares and stares;
For anyone Trump never cares';
Spent all of our fair shares.
Trump talks and rambles;
Not sure and always gambles;
Left us in shambles.
Trump last of liter;
Always has become bitter;
Needs baby sitter.
In sun, Trump does bask;
Refuses to wear his mask;
Even when we ask.
Trump does day by day,
Always leads our souls astray;
For sins he must pay.
Like last one the best.
Jim Horn
Categories:
baby sitter, allegory, analogy,
Form: Haiku
Flickered fingers;
Can't dial ringers;
Telephone calls;
Babies cry and crawls;
what do you do?
what do you do?
When their diapers fall?...
6/8/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2020
Categories:
baby sitter, adventure, anxiety, caregiving, engagement,
Form: Rhyme
Can remember when being a teenager
so free and easy could see no danger,
but things you do seems a lot stranger
mobile phones, computers, life's arrangers,
must have been boring without technology
no google to find information like psychology ,
Without knowledge you don't have theology,
unable to understand everyday terminology,
we had books, libraries, calculators, brains,
no games consoles or any other brain drains
exploring nature without technological chains,
with social media, no community remains,
we can communicate with each other quicker
face book, whatsApp, email and twitter,
with iPads, desk tops, no need for baby sitter,
life's better now so don't be so bitter,
being sixty plus I'm still learning new skills
enjoying life supported with prescription pills,
being a teenager our world is full of thrills
easy access to all that's bad like illegal pills.
Categories:
baby sitter, age, father daughter, father
Form: Rhyme
Looking under a leaf
In search of a caterpillar thief
Pinched a tomatoes cheek
Oh what a creepy creep
He's a very deliberate critter
She cried that hairy worm bit her
Said,"He'd come back to get her
And scare her baby sitter."
Her nanny saw her cryin'
Knew she wasn't lyin'
Her story there was no denyin'
That worm bit her "cheek" like a lion
If you see that herbivorous fellow
That made that tomato turn yellow
He'll be under a leafy umbrella
And as fat as an armadillo
He's a real tomato masher
A suspected garden trasher
He's wanted and needs to be captured
And sentenced to life in a pasture
an original poem by the "poemdog" Daniel Turner:)
Categories:
baby sitter, funny, humor, humorous, imagination,
Form: Rhyme
Pain pierces endurance barriers
silence orchestrates the mood
waterfalls leak from eyes
Y me? Y now? but, but how?
she screams tearing flesh internally
blaming trust anointed by her mother
"my father uses his ***** as a baby sitter"
snatching childhood from me lalinah
I befriended loneliness while sinking in quicksand's
of torturing flashbacks
My mother voiceless
her skin speaks of wounds, scars, tears
carved by sjambok, belt, fists of my father
she drowns herself in a lake of brew
stalking memories breaks her layers down to
meaningless breath-taking her to aisles of death
My voice tamed by photographs taken before
father lost his job, before hell scattered our home with demons
I lalinah begged hope to scream for help
yet till this day I wait in fright of tomorrow
"lalinah my child"
"Yes mother"
"Forgiveness is held hostage by time demanding a ransom,
just hang in there child help is on the way"
"But, but, but when mother"
"Honestly speaking I don't know child"
"But till that day reveals itself lets cling to our faith"
Categories:
baby sitter, abuse, anger, fear, pain,
Form: Dramatic Verse
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