Best Babbles Poems
Sitting on the window sill with the wind in my hair
I gaze up into the stars, pondering the great unknown.
Thinking back of that night, when I heard your first cry
tears of joy filled my heart as we carried you home.
Nervous and excited, a mother I had just become,
you were my angel, my being, my son.
You were all that I dreamt of, from my lungs, pure breath.
In the cradle I rocked you, before going to bed.
With gurgles and babbles you have filled up our lives.
With first footsteps, first mouthfuls, with sweet little rhymes
With first schooldays, first friendships, first free little moves,
Like doing your homework, and tying your own shoes
We followed your shadow from a distance not far,
giving you your wings, yet knowing where you are
The time has passed by, in a blink of an eye,
Soon you'll be leaving, making this mother cry.
Co-written by Charmaine Chircop & Tim Smith
October 18, 2014
and she said
Yesterday,I lived for thoughts and dreams
but today I live in my daughter's happiness
All my goals I left behind to watch her reach her own
All my friends I do not see,to stay with her at home
Money might get tight,but what is money
compared to pure joy of a child
What is money compared to her almond eyes
Success lies dormant on shelves for years to come
But what is success compared to first giggles
to first steps, first mouthfuls and her little grabs
Compared to gurgles and babbles
to first time she calls me mama
and hold on to my hands
What is beauty in the world compared to a pearl
This innocent child,a coloured coral petite pretty girl
Yesterday,I lived for thoughts and dreams
But today I live in my daughter's happiness
I had my days of wine and chocolate eclaires
roses on doorstep,unsigned love letters
with spiced cologne and enticing words
Today I live in my daughter's shadow
To watch her live her own dream
I watch her bloom in autumn gardens
from princess of hearts become queen
Tomorrow I will not be here
She might not get to see the white of my hair
the wrinkle in my smile
But,today she knows I love her
long more after petals wither
long more after a mother's hug fades
long after I shine from the sky.
Dedicated to my beloved Christina with love
Happy first birthday wrapped with barney hugs
and Winnie the pooh kisses :-$:-|B-)
Anitha
Wife of Jayasankar, mother of Ashwin
I love creativity, to feel the soul of nature, my muse, and music
I admire every little thing in nature
I keep myself happy by doing things I love to do
To friends, I am loyal
I try to give them my love and support
When I happen to breathe in the polluted air of deception and hypocrisy
and am stressed,
I relax, breathe out and sing a soulful song to de-stress myself
The warmth of the smile of cute babies
and their innocent babbles
soothes me at once, when perturbed
I am in awe of God's marvellous creations,
and the universal appeal that babies of all species hold
I am kind, tender and a romantic at heart
I am cheerful, happy and feel others' pain
I fear lizards, interacting with sly, duplicitous people, dreadful diseases, and a world when all green gone
I would like to fly high in my dreams, uninterrupted, to a perfect paradise and bask in its beauty and peace
I would like to dream more, write more and my voice be heard
I would like to seek the soul of Ultimate Universal Truth.
A resident of Maharashtra, India
Jayasankar
Date: 07/11/2021
Inspired by 'This Is Who I am' Poetry Contest sponsored by Milton Hankins
An odyssey through hurdles, yet a blessing it is to dwell on earth,
Aiming for destination beloved, chasing sweet dreams of mirth,
Through successes and failures, amid joys and woes, since birth,
Life can be hurricanes and storms, but living it justifies its worth.
Sometimes life beams with hope, sometimes despairs in throes,
Navigating peaks and troughs, undulating with highs and lows,
Yet, unyielding to reign of angst, life rejects doldrums of sorrow,
Aspiring boldly to sunny horizons, hosting endeavors of morrow.
Life, a realm of virtues divine, resounding endearment of love,
A benediction, an endowment, a gift from the heavens above;
Its paradigms and precepts reverberate from temple of soul,
Echoing sapience of enlightenment, teachings paramount toll.
On strength of sheer endurance, aspirations of dreamers soar,
Flexing willpower of ambitions, resolutely they bring to fore,
As life rewards strenuous efforts, striving for its worthy goal,
Fulfilling purpose of tomorrow, triumphs of achievers extol.
Life toddles, stumbles and falls, enduring as it learns to walk,
It stutters, it babbles thoughts, yet persists as it learns to talk,
Cognizant over time, sorting good from bad, right from wrong,
Obeying tenets of morals and values, guiding humanity lifelong.
We are never Woke!
Cool, catchy, hip
neat sounding expression
but deceptively misleading!
Best we can do is rest,
shelter at a pillar of Awakening….
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We choose our possessions --
Choose what possesses us --
The Devil, with his lures
of power and gem-my babbles --
Christ His promise of Soul
Liberation: ever higher expansion,
Awaking consciousness into spheres
of unimaginable cosmic spiritual
wealth – Christ, my heart lightener;
guide through shrouded corridors,
enraptured, trans-versing mystic chambers,
those sky-high mansions for initiate
flight. I become the Light-bearer! No captives in
Christ, only partners, who serve the Father,
totally dedicated to His Children's uplifting.
There are no dogmatic prisoners in
Christ. I follow Christ, who follows
God, joyful in a journey of unfolding
omnipotence. What Father wants
less for His Children than he has
For Himself? The Almighty, ever
present, ever loving, beneficent Great I Am!
Roots of memory battered by erosion
a tempest that edits thought
Aunt Em fears "stupidity's spread"
her words for Alzheimer's
she sometimes babbles like a baby blowing bubbles
She knows her husband's philandering
His escape from gibberish accusations
His exit door, unashamed
"Can you just shut up for once!"
His words that hammer the air
That throb through her thoughts
My Aunt Em
unbracketed
depression that marinates
that simmers in disillusion
The delicacy of her mind
string tied balloon
that drifts away in night
to what's imagined and unseen
breaching all her walls
detachment's silent
branching
Poem composed: June 1, 2021
Contest: Open Poetry (5)
Sponsor; Charlotte Puddifoot
Crystal clarity caught in drops
water is pristine and
genteel,
as it gurgles, babbles and plops
flowing over the land
with zeal.
Written March 10, 2015
moon river glowing
reflection babbles along
incoherently
© Harry J Horsman 2015
In our earthly appetites our love is now one
To hear your heartbeat next to mine always
Oh yes—a sweet beautiful rose of paradise
You came to me by the river my bonnie lass
While branches of birds whistled tunes of love
Drifting on a summer breeze warmly whispering
Moaning as gentle thoughts murmur your name
Carried on a majestic breath of warm luscious air
With echoing babbles from a most precious maiden
Memories with one dream holding a forget-me-not
Unveiling so fair your impression left on my heart
Dancing on every pulse beat sweetly sings a siren
I watch the sun as it fades into the deep blue sea
We both sail upon one warm beauty breeze of sighs
While behind these eyes the truth forever is dawning
One flower nods in a rainbow array far beyond compare
While you who drink from love’s very chalice so true
A magical and enchanting blessing holding no disguise
You’re the breath of my life and existence my love
Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem,
Copyright © All Rights Reserved (July 21, 2015) (Free Verse)
three incisor teeth burst through fresh flesh...
opaque as pearls, strong as love, precious
beautiful baby babbles assertively
mesmerized by mishmash sounds
that her astounding mouth can make
prose poetry in its practice
as canines erupt, she moans from the ache
teeter-tottering restless to repress pain
speedily advancing in substantial strength
distracted by oblivious destructiveness
a significant stepping stone approaches
as a capable kindergarten adult
she wiggles loose her first baby tooth
receives a rich reward from a fantasy fairy
more teeth disappear like pressed piano keys
then return acutely out of tune
braces displace awkward half grins
an investment of finances and adolescence
unstoppable with seducing sweets
she sneaks cuddly candy under covers
falling asleep with sugar plum dreams
not counting a few costly cavities
free-spirited, experimental teen
meets Christina on the street
samples compelling quartz crystal
returns for seconds, as someone else disguised
mesmerized by mishmash sounds
that her astounding mouth can make
speedily advancing in substantial strength
she lucently levitates to a loftier place
a magnificent mind babbles assertively
sweeping the streets of pixie dust
no need to eat or sleep
like a firefly in heat, she dances frantically
teeter-tottering restless to repress pain
distracted by oblivious destructiveness
she visualizes voices that vivify the way
to the day's salacious survival guide
prismic vision's shimmers no longer satisfy
cotton candy granules' sweetness subsides
coming down from kaleidoscopic clouds
half-awake, she moans from the ache
shrill shrieks portray poetry's unspoken pain
death's drab projection is her heartless reflection
hocking heirlooms to trade for a transient thrill
a despondent inhabitant of tragedy
creepy crawlers invade every inch of skin
her thin figure balances a skull's shadow
irretrievable, ill-treated teeth crumble
like the city's plundered storefront windows
filthy, for granted, forlorn, fast-fading
...three feeble canine teeth remain
10-8-2023
time heals all wombs
at
your funeral
the priest babbles on
while you
lie
there
motionless
I watch your
tiny headstone
weep
in the rain
7/15/11
Come Darling and see
there’s sunlight in the
shadows
no wind in the lee
and under the tree
repose
Beside you and me
subliminal the
meadows
Yet under my nose
scent of damask rose
so strong
like our afterglows
fading blush rush rose
Love song
togetherness flows
and in tomorrows
belong
Babbles rush along
whilst church bells ding dong
agree
We never seemed wrong
as soulmates belong
Look…See
they’re playing our song…
sentenced to lifelong
esprit
3/13/2023
Virelai
Like a river that carves its way,
The language flows; learning starts each day.
Babbles of sound, first words take flight,
A gurgling stream, bathed in morning's light.
Sentences grow as tributaries join,
Grammar's banks keep the flow in line.
Meanings unfold, a widening delta vast,
Understanding deepens, and knowledge is amassed.
Tiny word parts, pebbles smooth and round,
Building blocks strong, on fertile ground.
Culture's whispers carried on the breeze,
Accents and slang, like rustling leaves.
Like a river, language never moves,
Old words fade, while new vocabulary grooves.
Technology's dam gathers knowledge vast,
Analyzing speech, holding the past.
Sounds have their rhythm, like rapids so clear,
Writing captures them, year after year.
Machines mimic, bridging the spoken word,
Translation's bridge, for all to be heard.
From villages nestled to cities so grand,
Linguists like guardians, on shifting sand.
Preserving tongues, endangered and frail,
Languages flow a timeless tale.
Brain pathways formed, like a river's bed,
How we understand, in our minds are bred.
Theories explored, from every nation's shore,
Human expression, forever.
A river of language, forever it runs,
Learning and speaking, under life's setting suns.
The spring brook
ran through the sun dappled woods
like a child at recess,
tumbling pebbles and tossing sticks.
The brook babbles of up coming May,
as it roars past the roots
of skunk cabbage, and barren birches.
Blue jays and robins drink at its edge
singing with the nectar, the run off,
the rebirth of ice, to pure water.
“To be or not to be: that is the question” - William Shakespeare
I am ...
breath-to-breath the breasted thrums
a coursing quick to sear the veins
molten marrow, binding beast
to the neural tap-dance
bloated brains borne
a-back their own
self-indulgent
euphoric
ruin.
I am not ...
insignificance-to-oblivion the silent pulse
a chronic wound as weeps heavenly
barren, black, light-and-lifeless
the cold surface unrippled
yet trembles, wanting
a press, potential
shadows push
to escape
ruin.
Existence ...
babbles like the roiling rills of sudden spring
its actualization clear as mountain melt
relevance and tenor balancing yet
atop the point of sentience
let it run to meadows
ebbed and mindful
to blossom full
in spite of
ruin.
Life ...
miracle precise to bear from the womb - LOVE
solitary intent and pursuit of true worth
the lifeblood - sacred and timeless
should all and all slip the bonds
a warm breath will yet sigh
its wings, unseen, soar
it IS all and its echo
pulse immortal
blessed of
ruin.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Famous Poetic Lines That Inspire" Poetry Contest, Silent One, Judge & Sponsor.
~ Honorable Mention ~ in the "Brian's Choice 7, Any Form, Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.