Best Babcock Poems
Salutations to all the poets
That waters my ink,
Those whose words never
Make my heart shrink,
Of you always i ever will think,
Standing alone, i could sink
So i grasped on your knowledge
That is without stink.
*=~*~=*
Phyllis Babcock is a raining day,
In her Motherhood, no
Hot sun to hinder my play.
Carolyn Devonshire is a rose flower,
Tender Mother and even from afar, her
Lightening Ink draws me closer.
*=~*~=*
Linda Marie, the Sweet heart of P S,
Is the essence of love letters
Her poems are like the good weathers,
Constance La France is indeed a rambling poet,
No wonder,her lines drives me to the point,
Doris Culverhouse won my heart,
She trades literature,
The poet Destroyer kills me
With Ink, a poet by nature.
Dr. Ram Mahta is a poetic chef,
He stirs the soup with delicious thoughts.
*=~*~=*
Heart dedication to all my poetic friends...
For your presence is like fragrance to my breath.
Gari La Buda, an inspiration, Richard Carrie, a melodious pen, Carol Brown, a steady one,
All of you are Lightening Inks.....
Your friendship has touched my heart
Forever near, never far apart.
As another birthday has drawn near
Wishing you the best in this coming year.
Your friendship has meant the world to me
We both have been blessed you see.
That was the way it was meant to be
One part you--- one part me.
*** FRIENDS for eternity***
Phyllis Babcock 16/02/14
For Sharon on her 60th birthday
A Place
There's a place where horses run...waters flow and music fills the air...
No sadness...No tears...No Hunger...No rain
It's a place of rolling hills...poppy fields and light is Everywhere...
No sickness...No fears...No dieing...No pain...
A place of No more bills...debts Paid In Full...and loved ones meet you there...
~by deborah burch©
3/25/2012
**Jesus said: "I go to prepare 'A Place' for you..."
(3/27/2012---last line inspired in part by Russell Sivey and Phyllis Babcock...Thank you both!!!BIG HUGG,Love~deb)
When the sun sets in the western sky
And night descends upon the land
The snowy owl awakes from his rest
And in the forest seeks a dinner guest
This nocturnal hunter sits and waits
With one graceful swoop from it's branch
Appears like a white ghost
Swiftly and silently gets it's prey
Any movements noticed
In one swoop catches it's meal.
By Phyllis Babcock
FOR CONSTANCE mini blog on Beautiful Birds
He clutched the string to his heart
His soul screamed with silent rage
Wings of steel bound
Moments gone forever stolen
Within the confines of his mind
He tries to calm what remains
of this tormented soul
In the flames of autumn
He threads in solemn solitude
His spirit cries out to the dark skies
Far into the deepening night
He awaits the rising dawn
Another day will allow
him to feel again
Guide him down the road
Moments gone forever stolen
Never to come back again.
4/21/15
Copyright 2015 Phyllis Babcock
Hoar frost ****
gently dressing up the barren trees****
in coats of white.****
By Phyllis Babcock
Monoku
For Constance's contest
A mother's love
Nothing can compare
Always willing to give of herself
Never asking anything in return
She comforts in times of sorrow
She lifts your spirits by her kind words
O sweet mother of mine
We honor you one day a year
But you are so precious to us
Each and every day of the year
May God's blessing be with you
Not only on Mother's day but everyday
We are who we are because of you
I thank God for giving me a mother as sweet as you
To My Mom a very precious and special lady.
Copyright 2015 Phyllis Babcock
The tree stood stark and lonely,
All naked in the cold.
Her branches bare, her lovely leaves,
The breath of Winter stole.
In spite of all she stood yet proud,
Her branches raised to Heaven,
A silent prayer in her heart,
For Winter's sleep to lessen,
The pain she felt amid the cold,
The biting wind so cruel,
And please let not some human come,
And use her wood for fuel.
Then the winter queen looked down,
On Tree with sympathy,
And gave to her a lovely gown,
Of snow in symmetry.
Now the tree stands all adorned,
In glowing winter grandeur,
And all who see her stand in awe,
Of Tree in Winter's splendor.
Thanks to Phyllis Babcock for her poem "TREE" which inspired this one.
Phyllis!Phyllis!
Help me outta this!
Tell me how to
write and please you?
P.D. has ordered
'Write on Phyllis,
you must oblige
or will perish!':)
So I googled your name 'Phyllis',
you from Canada,your name from Greece.
I know you are kind and tender,
all these made your pen much sweeter.
Oh,yes!Tell me how is Aaron,
your bundle of joy,little grandson!
For him all my blessings and love,
cell phone ringing,my time is up.
Tell me one thing just secretly,
has P.D.ordered you too,like me?
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:)Obviously PD didn't order me:)))
Placement:1st ;(January 2012)
Contest:Gift Exchange
Sponsor:Poet Destroyer(Irma)
By:kashinath karmakar
In the warm spring air
as humid nights linger
Hands caress in silence
She revels in his tender stare
Barefoot they walk hand in hand
As nature's splendor surrounds
They drank heavily in their passion
consumed with love
But love's elixir ran too fast
Hot and heavy as the summer heat
Like a potion she thirst for more
Awaiting each day for his sensual touch
Passion fused always wanting more
Whatever he wanted she freely gave
She wanted more and he began to want less
They played willingly with fire
Riding high on desire
She was running hot
He became distant running cold
Chains of steel could not bind him
Her flames could not melt the ice
The cold autumn wind blew in
Took the fire from his soul
The summer love that once flowed like wine
Turned sour before the winters snow.
5/8/15
Copyright 2015 Phyllis Babcock
Back and better to be together
With Phyllis Babcock my mother Theresa,
She is so refreshing like coca-cola
And really medicinal like African cola.
Back and better for James Fraser Mr highlander,
For poet destroyer, please don't destroy me
Could you be my builder?
Dear Dr. Ram, i still hail your nib,
Where's Royal Trevino? i always know you.
Constance la France is a silent night
There's power in silence,
Show me Andrea Dietrich, the currency in
My wallet.
Did anyone see Sara Kendrick? am looking
For her with a microscope,
Sydney Hall, Mr mad poet, take pity on me,
Am only a cool guy...
Deborah Guzzi is an enlightening haiku,
Hello John loving, you set a pace of love,
Annalise Brigham, the Caribbean beauty,
JSLambert Esquire, your ink is melodious.
Carolyn Devonshire, thanks for being there,
Audrey Carey, carry me all along,
Dorris culverhouse, you're a rare gem,
Dane Ann smith Johnson, how i miss you so.
Is that nette onclaud? i salute your talent,
Garri La Budda, a builder of lines
Carol Brown you are always a mentor.
oh! Linda Marie... sweet Marie,
You're a crown, a mother crown,
Am back and better for poetry soup.
Flower children
colors galore
summer concerts- screaming crowds
warm beaches - California girls
surfin boys
music- noise
long hair
colored skirts
sideburns long- shirts off
blue jeans - bare feet
people power
world peace
swirling psychedelic colors- smoking magic mushrooms
the power of love- world message
entranced by the magical journey
musical bands- rock and roll hot
crowds screaming- English invasion
girls swooning- songs rockin'
flower power
sixties blast
twentynet-60's
Phyllis Babcock
Reveling in her mystery
An unknown aura touches
The shoulder of her guardian soul
Protecting it, eternally on her watch.
*******
She inhales in perfect beauty
Embracing the images mind
In majestic grace, she held captive
With isolated thoughts, the sands of time.
*******
The spirit moved in quick response
To what lay, in that moment of time
She reached inside the physical realm
Righting that moment to unwind.
*******
She held the few granules of time
Knowing a life was saved today
The angel held out her hand
Knowing divine love, saved the day.
*******
28/03/12
Phyllis Babcock
pure pristine magic place
untouched by humans...
delicate balancing seasons
Phyllis Babcock
Aug. 5 2012
warm heat radiates
baking the soft fertile soil
regeneration
casting bright shadows
over sphere covered earth's crust
illumination
the brightness of day
a stark contrast to the night
rays versus moon beams
Phyllis Babcock