Babysitters Poems

Forest of Blue

Marjorie Moose, with her chandelier crown,
found twelve ducklings just wandering down.
No mother in sight, no map in their beaks
just confused chirps and moss-covered cheeks.

She took them to a pond shaped like a spoon,
where frogs sang jazz beneath the moon.
She taught them to nap in a thistle-made bed,
While squirrels served pines and soup in a shed.

But one day the sky sent a postcard of rain,
Signed by a breeze from the mushroom terrain.
Then Mama Duck swooped from a cumulus cloud,
and all the ducklings chirped, absurdly loud.

“We love you, Moose Mum!” then gave her a hug,
and a necklace of gum from a raccoon’s tree rug.


Now legends say in the forest of blue,
babysitters have hooves and hearts too.

babysitters never came back

babysitters never came back a second time
it’s not our fault we lied, we were not bad
one of them got stuck in turpentine
but the worst sitter of all was our dad

they were no trouble at all he told our mother
when she woke him from his deep sleep
this was before we had a little brother
three of us really made a sitter weep

Grandpop and Grandma pop

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 My dear grandpop and grandma pop
 Took a short vacation   
I remember how my mom felt
Full of frustration

Mom depended on them so much
Babysitters were they 
Days, nights and weekends were at play
They were supposed to stay 

Grandma got so hot and went pop
Lost weight, wore stilettos 
She changed from an older grandma
Studied all librettos

We were all surprised that she changed
She wanted a new name
Grand-maman she insisted fit
The children thought it lame

So, they still called her grandma pop
With new friends, it didn't fit
They weeded her out of their group 
Now she bakes cake and knits

Also reads stories; does her part
To instill within each child 
What is most important for them
To live life undefiled

Three Generations Of Motherhood

three generations of mothers created a fourth-
    mine, my children's, my grandchildren's
         between the late fifties and April this year
    I have welcomed thirteen births- my three
five grandchildren, five great-grandchildren 

generations unfold in ways of the times
    as a stay-at-home mom-  late 50s through 60s
        when my third child began school, I sought
    a part-time job- and later, night classes at college
earned a BA degree in English, after six long years

in the nineties, my three gave me grandkids
    times were more relaxed then, as new moms 
        left hospitals quicker- back to work sooner
    dads assisted in more ways than ever before
family members helped as reliable babysitters

six years ago, I held my first great-grandchild-
    my fifth arrived this month- our fourth generation
        their moms accept the duality of motherhood-
    having careers and raising their babies, who 
learn so much- including social skills- at Daycare

THANKFUL FOR BABYSITTERS

Today I’m thankful for babysitters…
whose talents and inventiveness should be celebrated
and loudly proclaimed:
They find a way to keep someones else’s family 
safe, secure, alive and fed 
All this…while keeping them entertained.

Prince-Heir

based on a photo posted
on media today
of King Charles III


         bitty boy bored
wedged between babysitters -
        queen is celebrant…
prince-heir bides seventy years
beholden crowds cheer his crown

Thinking Back - Childhood Thoughts

My first memory is of a little, yellow house,
Just a few blocks away from the school playground.
I was only three or four, so whenever I’d go out
One of my older brothers would have to be around.

Soon, we moved to a huge house in another small town.
If I had to, I could rebuild that house from memory.
I think about those days when I’m feeling a little down
And people like my babysitters, Dena and Kathy.

I remember old-man Butch, who only had one eye,
And my best friend Chad who shared my birthday.
There was my brother’s friend Michael, who was a little bit shy.
And the twins, Doug and Jeff, were always ready to play.

Party

standing
playing a part

apart at the party

out of water
fish swim together
forgot that

there are no balloons
just arty talk
the occasional sing
at blue collar america

elbows sharpened
at the bloodless buffet

diamond rings rattle on wine glasses
ice cubes click teeth
talking into wineglasses
bowties circle – cackle

elsewhere
babysitters watching
as i do

Welcome To Chicago

Welcome to Chicago!
Where women march like soldiers 
in their tennis shoes, wearing their stuffy suits

Welcome to the windy city.
The women dare not wear full skirts.
Their high heels are in their desk drawer

Welcome to the Magnificent Mile 
These women’s children are in the suburbs
With babysitters who do not love them.

Welcome to Chicago! 
Tired women march out of the train station
holding a handbag or a lunch box, maybe both

Welcome to the Field Museum of Natural History
A place they could bring their children on weekends
But do not want to, because they do not want to come back.

Party

standing
playing a part

apart at the party

out of water
fish swim together
forgot that

there are no balloons
just arty talk
the occasional sing
at blue collar america

elbows sharpened
at the bloodless buffet

diamond rings rattle on wine glasses
ice cubes click teeth
talking into wineglasses
bowties circle – cackle

elsewhere
babysitters watching
as i am

Times

A lot of parents these days are self absorbed self glorified babysitters
Raising a youth with no standards or morales, without limitations
A fantasy reality with no self regard, and no intellectual education
We are part of the problem, afraid of our neighbors, defying our creators
Creating our own gentrification, watching with blind eyes as history repeats itself 
Standing by, in silence, until they decide the next people to blame it on
With no self identity, a nation built from conformity, eliminating unity
Breeding hate for generations through misled communications and misinterpreted history

The Computers

All are fastest for best or worse,
	Working in those spaces of speed;
Some with useless massive numbers
	And with quarrel force in its own,
Some with explosive greatest of beauty
	Uncontrollable, more or less.

For a world that we created,
	Time proclaims with fashion
To be hatched at last; not the real yield
	Of clean remain such incomplete
Fantasy of unfledged control, we are still
	Babysitters of what we are dreaming.

Truly it shapes our life and death;
	Leave no alternative with filled with speed,
Think to destroy this costly monster
	Of lazy for what is manhood, for the good purpose
All time will be breaking free;
	Ah, beware, let us pray.

Let us do our age, and what you done
	Of yours, as the list of electric device;
Mind it's closer than the structure of true
	For what we build where you cannot hold
Or win the gap of Speed were a sordid passion
	With hope and joy, the fall of all.

The Kissing Game Babysitter Kiss

I used to baby-sit a lot, when I was young
I was a well sort after young miss
I get on really well with kids
And they liked the babysitters kiss.

Each small child I put to bed
A story then a quick kiss on the head
I’d settle down to watch TV
And eat the supper they left for me.

Each time they mostly came in late
But always walked me to my gate
Then one night after a fancy dress
The couple came home in a bit of a mess.

Their baby had played up as well
I’d only just settled her and I did tell
Don’t worry we know of the babysitters kiss
It’s all they want from you young miss.

I looked at him in his fancy dress costume
Not sure what flashed out in the gloom
I asked him as we reached our path
He opened his cloak and his thing did flash.

I went as a flasher, I tell you miss
Now it's time to give the babysitter a kiss…
I looked at his thing a flashing light well placed
And told him his battery need to be replaced

He drunkenly tried his hand on this young miss
He wanted to give me, his babysitter, a kiss
I reminded him his daughter would be a young miss
She may be the babysitter a drunk wants to kiss.

© ~GG~ 22/08/2012

Confusional and Delusional

I would like to ask, "just what is your problem?"
Too great a task, to narrow it down to one
Your empty mind, from where those twisted words come
Don't think before you speak, you just let them run!

You talk excrement, one more than piss
When you emit those lies, in that venomous hiss
If your targets truth, then you always miss
Your twisted mouth, is so hard to kiss.

It's hard to see, what you gain from it?
Spreading your lies and talking such ****
 (so much so, you must wipe your bum.... with your tongue!!)
Sarcasm is obviously greater than your wit
You stupid careless, thoughtless twit!

Let me tell you, about the babysitters evil plan
Befriending you, while trying to steal your man
Tacey wouldn't be so mean, but i'll bet that you can!
You seem nuttier than a full fat pecan!
©John-Ovan.P.Hull

Your sphincter must not work anymore
So your poop now leaves,  through your jaw
These tedious games are such a bore
Have a happy life, THERE is the door!!
Such a shame, you could have been so much more!!

Family Un-Values

When did the concept of family become
a tired cliché of phased-out tradition
in need of redefining?

And when did we abandon our parental duties
to glorified babysitters with no real interest
in our childrens' physical and emotional development
outside of their weekly paychecks?

We are bombarded by screaming advertisements
dictating an acceptable standard of living
requiring two or more incomes and
measuring our success by the sum total
of our net worth.

The decline of civilization progresses
as fast food replaces home-cooked meals
and quality time is staring blankly
at a flat screen television
with a group of strangers
living under the same roof.

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