A blush. And sweet of breath;
From out her own
Thymey and thick fielded
Aired nursery.
Earth mother's, a mother's
Seed. Lately sprung.
Fair stalk! One less, since then
Spun round, swarmed of
No held back visitor!
Butterfly. Bee.
Joint recalled. Flooded; drowned.
Rains, tears among.
Bob and Patrick were young babyhood krabby patty crib mates
They have been together since babyhood, there are no debates
Patrick is a good friend, but Bob has to take care of him a bit
For Patrick was born completely naïve with eyebrows that knit
He believes whatever you tell him; ideas are not in his pointy head.
The red dots across his belly are proof that he is probably overfed.
He does not understand some of the wittier things happening around.
But his friendship and loyalty to SpongeBob is well known in the sound.
Holly elf was dancing with baby Rudolph around the tree
We did not know that his nose was going to turn red as a stop sign said Lee
Lee was one of the hardest working elves at the North Pole
He had traded all of his time for this life, it was embellished on his soul.
Rudoph had no idea that he was special, his blinker had not come in yet.
Right now he was enjoying his babyhood as Holly elf’s favorite pet
Next year it would be different, but for now, we all had a fine Christmas day.
A year before Rudolph would be leading the herd and Santa’s sleigh
In Christmas this old man thought time was good
to drink foaming beer as much as he could.
Fell asleep after last sip,
did not fore-feel he would drip,
needed diaper cuddling babyhood.
“Age merely shows what children we remain.”
- Quote by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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charmingly weak, weakly charming
begins life, begins cessation
toothless smile, baby breath, wobbling
charmingly weak, weakly charming
true babyhood, true senescence
depending, needy, demanding
charmingly weak, weakly charming
begins begin, begins ending
some people retain their natural goodness
from their babyhood days, doing the right thing
these are the thinkers who wait their turn
do not jump in and correct people or overpower other’s thoughts
by interrupting, cajoling, teasing, or being devil’s advocate
I like these people. they are included in my tribe
I know ten of them; they are my posse
they are wholesome and kind
often do not get along with each other
but they all like me
that is what I have to go on
and count on
Mom
Poem
Lionel Derbyshire
MOM !!
My first shout out loud...
Where is my metal
When i am weak
Where is my coastline
From the deep...
Where is the fountainhead
Of our parenthood
Her heart is never locked
She rubs my ear
When I fear
And vows to love me
In solemn oath.
Where is my flawless
My entire vital wrap
My loyal guardian..
Who makes me golden.
My blanket when
I am cold..
MOM !!
I shout out loud...
Where is my trumpet call
In her shawl
She shouts from the hall
Our pact is unbreakable
In my babyhood of
Sore, cut and bleed
She be my nurse.
The jaundice, fever and the pox
She cure's it all away
Where is my night call
The tissue to my cry
My songster so enjoyable
Who tucks me in with lullabye
And hugs me so tight
As if I was part of her body.
Where is the little
That I know
From the one that brought
Me up to grow
MOM !!
I shout out loud...
Dad you are a food cart
Your place is high
In the house..
But MOM is my
My shout out loud...
First hero in this world
And my first cry out for help
Will always be ..
MOM !
You are upside down
WOW !
My triumphant call.
I’ve never seen a baby pigeon
And I’d be impressed
If anyone could show me one,
All cozy in its nest.
Their homes are likely hidden
In locations out of sight,
Perhaps unreachable to all
Who cannot manage flight.
The same applies to squirrels.
When we see them, they’re full-grown
And scampering from tree to tree
Without a chaperon.
When visiting a farm or zoo
Or pet store we might see
A creature in its youngest days,
But it occurs to me…
That in the city, we do not
Have access, like we should,
To the fauna we’re familiar with
In youth or babyhood.
I have had a sense of true self since babyhood.
Others wanted to socialize me. It was semi-possible.
But my internal voice told me what I needed.
I have always followed my soul.
Perpetually believing in myself when others didn’t.
I am a painter who has accumulated thousands of paintings.
Painted by me for me, to uplift my soul, increasing my joy.
Others might make suggestions; they fall into an uncaring crevice.
A Simple Story
Little child finds upon a heap of rubbish
Favored threadbare rabbit of tawny velveteen
One eye missing
Cloth rubbed to shiny by little hands.
Beloved bunny,
Shopworn keepsake from babyhood,
Languishing in forgotten jungles of junk,
Broken teacups and outgrown sweaters.
Heartbroken child, with faithful love,
Cradles one last time this life companion
To kiss goodbye this forever friend
In a eulogy of tears and turns to leave.
Love works miracles
From the rubbish arises a living bunny
Bulging stuffing and missing eye repaired
Now hugged again in arms of delight.
Golden bunny of dappled coat
Lives in colorful clusters of carrots
Straight radish rows and leafy greens
Planted by the small child’s hands that
Remember…
3-21-23
Contest: A Simple Poetry Contest
Sponsor: John Lawless
Based on the children’s book – The Velveteen Rabbit
In Christmas this old man thought time was good
To drink foaming beer as much as he could
Fell asleep after last sip
Didn’t foresee he’d start to drip
Needed diaper, go back to babyhood.
_________________
February 22, 2023
Syllable count : 10/10/7/7/10 (HMS)
Rhyme checked with RhymeZone.com
Contest : Put Your Best (ONE) Limerick Foreward
(Be Like Rico Leffante)
Sponsored by : Andrea Dietrich
A picture's worth a thousand words
Grammy's Pen
and
Babyhood Friend
My mother's cherished treasure
for over sixty years
A toy filled with love and memories
And a few of mother's tears.
Picture taken and poem written
by Anna Marie Kaianah
Copyright 1/25/2023 Anna Marie Kaianah
Oldest possession, I hold dear
Loved since I was just a year...
Doggy mine, always kept near
Red fur rubbed bare, from baby's care
Endless loving gaze, his gentle brown eyes stare
Deepen lullaby dreams, a young childhood fair.
An updated journal rhyming acrostic poem
Written by Bj Legros Kelley
May 12, 2019
Photo was taken
By
Anna Marie Kaianah
Used by permission.
With her photograph entitled
"Grammy's Pen and Babyhood Friend"
Copyright 1/25/2023
A life is captured with a lens
From babyhood until
The final hours, right before
The world goes dark and still.
A loving son creates a site
With pictures on display
To keep his memory alive
And let the smiles hold sway.
For photos crystallize the past,
Like amber holds a fly,
Each moment perfectly preserved -
The who, what, where and why.
We gaze upon the face of one
No longer on this earth
And every photograph affirms
How much his life was worth.
(In memory of Gary Schall)
In Christmas this old man thought time was good
To drink pints of beer as much as he could
Went to sleep after last sip
He couldn’t foresee he’d soon drip
Didn’t wear diaper, return to babyhood.
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November 17, 2022
Syllable count : 10 10 7 7 10 (HMS)
Rhyme checked at rhymezone.com
Contest : A Fun Holiday Limerick
Sponsored by : Tania Kitchin
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