Sarah I never knew how much of an angel you was. until you grew your wings and flew too that beautiful bright star above our heads and if that start would give me one wish. I would wish for you to come back and fix our broken hearts..?? but as I sit here underneath the night sky and bright moon.. remembering all of the ambivalent times we shared. I swear it makes my heart bleed tears...... if I laugh or cry as a grandad I hope she hears.. that I'm still not happy about the time she died my hair or all the times her friends made me babysit for a year lol *** so thank you everyone for the mad or amazing times we all got too shair xx
I love you big sister
I dread each hour
work becomes a chore as I
babysit others
Y60TH I WOULDN'T BE CAUGHT DEAD ON 60TH STREET MY DAUGHTERS EX IN SON FATHER'S FAMILY'S THEY USE TO BABYSIT MY GRANDDAUGHTER YKIRBY HER MOTHER LIVED ON 60TH STREET NOT ME STOP SENDING TERRORIST THREATS ON LICENSE PLATES INTIMIDATION I NEVER LIVED ON 60TH STREET YKIRBY MOTHER PERKINS RESIDED ON 60TH I HATED THAT MY DAUGHTER TOOK MY GRANDDAUGHTER TO THAT BAD NEIGHBORHOOD WITH HER BOY FRIENDS GRANDMOTHER HER DAUGHTER WOULD BE YOUR YKIRBY ON 60TH STREET TODAY I'M GETTING INJECTIONS IN MY HEAD WHY TERRORIZE ME WITH THREATS Y60TH WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED ON 60TH STREET YOU THREATENING THE WRONG YOLANDA
Grandpa bull wanted so privacy, but was asked to sit
for two toddler twin calves named Marm and Whit
They opened the door and played with the toilet paper
Crawled onto his lap, and threw down his newspaper
Now I know to never keep the bathroom door open he said to Grandma Tee
They were having a great time, but it was rather uncomfortable for me
Daughter said I have not been to the bathroom by myself for two years
They love it when you are in the bathroom and they have dog ears
They look right past the trailer door,
And talk as if I’m never there.
"She doesn't fish," I hear him say,
A heavy truth hangs in the air.
But no one casts a line my way,
Or ask if I would like to ride.
They only ask me to babysit,
And leave my own desires inside.
They feel as if I were a hermit,
I am never asked to see a movie or share a meal.
But I’m just waiting in the shade,
Inside this quiet box of steel.
Tucked tight into the yard’s far edge trying not to fade,
A quiet life behind the screen.
The anchor, holding down the fort,
The forgotten one, who stays unseen,
Always a good sport.
my friends know i don’t mean when i wave it off and say that i’m just tired
it’s not like i got any sleep, but that’s not the reason i’ve been bitter
they always knew me to be sweeter
it’s been almost four weeks since you last called,
at 9:47, i even memorized the time
do you remember it the same way that i do?
does your mind keep replaying it for you too?
it stings because i know that i could never picture anything past you and i
not like i even bothered trying,
i didn’t, that’s why i’m barely getting past this
do you remember me like i do you?
do you cry before going to bed too?
feels like i’m talking to a stranger, but i memorized your flavor
i know you cry with movies and babysit for your neighbor
do you tell her that you love her voice?
does she believe you like i did three weeks ago?
my friends know that you’re the reason why i’m tired, you keep me up all night,
you consume me without even trying
how is it possible that you could just survive me?
instead of sleeping i toss and turn at night and my friends have started thinking it’s your fault
yeah, they know that i’ve been bitter
they always thought that i was sweeter
There's something that lives inside me
I feel it cause it feeds on me
It feeds on all the softness
And leaves my rough edges to rub on me
I need an X-ray because I can feel it's big
It's like a cancer that consumes me
A darkness not from this world
Forged at a time I was lost
This unexamined pain can't be left unattended
Most days I babysit it and it drains me
I'm awake even in my sleep
Cause i need to keep an eye on it
Maybe that's why love is hard to keep
Cause it doesn't take root
How can it while the pain sits there
It's made a home where it shouldn't
And all the medications I keep taking ain't helping
Cause it goes straight to the pain
And leaves my body aching
And all this pain I'm left to project outward
The PO£T
unsure driver inches into the parking lot
I have a pet snail who could outwalk this car
a man gets out
figures
a speed demon races up the road
takes the corner on one wheel
screeches her tires as she hops the curb
a woman gets out
I figure all the old guy has in his life is hours of tedious tv time
whereas, she has to clean, cook, and babysit grandchildren
Background B.B King it
You'll get home alone
A Quartering as Jazz
As quart and liter
As meter and mile
Footage and reconcile
Irish Quartermasters Gaurd
Kevin J. O'Meadhra
Trace as feather
Low of ash
Bury of quill
Fide et amore
Nightingales Ergo
Send in rot
Further, borrow
Scottish wreathing
Entangled Britain
Relent
They of leave
Twined as lecture
Recital of yellow
Beckon brown
Revile of green
Tustled hearth
Baby babysit looks like
It's gonna hail
Jump and jive
As sent to the SAG
In tawdry spent
The war is lent
The establishment of thy own
A hate filled thrown
As crimes as thine
Tinkle and toast
In a entire
Only as pure
The picture as haunt
Plagiarism
Stores front
Sufferer as complaint
In stilled poverty
I law
Joan had little art
Lythed command
Hinde weeps rather as waltz
Herculean task
Wardrobe mantle black
Opening Suggestion of Betrothed
with AI chat toys
my children sparkle with glee
engaging with droids—
their toys become soulful friends
for exploring the future
With voice-box removed
the alien falls silent,
just fabric and fluff—
they are just soft toys again
enjoying laugh cuddle games
mute toys tell the truth
imagination rekindles
in talking one-way
in imaginary chat
not in scripted fake chatter
would you place your trust—
in this beast in sheep's clothing
to mind and amuse,
to babysit with your child
with lessons from aliens
We make our own choices
In life and no one's perfect
But when you decide to have kids
It's your responsibility not
The grandparents, the children now
Have excessive energy, don't listen
Throws tantrums, and have no
Discipline at all, because they're
Not taught, if you the parent
Can't control them what expect
From the grandparents, then you
want them to babysit Monday through
Friday, plus weekends so you can
Have a date night or go out
Grandparents have a life to and
Want to live their life too
They're not just here to
BABYSIT!
Enigmatically stubborn to style, the coif
Some days it can be easily pulled off
Other days it requires an exorcism
Like Zoolander it can look like ‘Magnum’
Hides my receding hairline like a charm
Sophistication to my head’s yardarm
Its antidote is a very windy day
Requiring heavy doses of hairspray
When it works my lady wants to stroke it
I recoil in fear, making her remit
For a single finger can ruin it
It’s a fickle angel to babysit
He was puffed up, persnickety, proud beyond most female’s belief.
Loving his rainbow colors, showing himself off to his wife’s sheer grief.
She was a plain brown peahen, who did not show off or boast.
She had to laugh a little when his fellow peacocks decided to roast.
Making fun of him, a tiny bit, for he was too puffed up for them.
She kept it to herself, but was glad he got a little chuck on his chin.
He needed to come down off his high horse just a bit.
So he would babysit the brood, and not have a royal fit.
In Spring
In spring water troughs
fart all the
musical notes, butterflies go to
Collage school, four-leaf clovers babysit
bulldogs, placemats collect bits of
string to
make balls, lichen await letters from
royalty all over
the world, sticks go for
runs, not to
lose weight, but just for
fun.
My cousin Jer had a story to share
Said first, let me sit in my favorite chair
He combed his almost non-existent hair
On his bald head I saw a shiny glare
I sat down with my chocolate éclair
And handed Jer a pastry – claw of bear
This is the best I ever had, I swear
I love you cousin, you show you care!
Babysit Saturday and we’ll be square
We heard giggling upon the stair
It was my twins, a rambunctious pair
I’ll babysit, he said with male cousin flair
Happy glee promenaded into the air
What shall I wear? What shall I wear?
Are you sure you can? Are you sure you dare?
How hard can two five-year-olds be? Asked cousin Jer.
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