Best Babies Poems
The newborn wolves, March babies, cannot see.
They need their mothers, like all creatures do.
In just two weeks, they crawl; then wondrously,
they view their world through open eyes of blue.
A few days pass; and it’s not too long when
they stand and walk; they whimper and they yelp,
then learn to fight while playing in their den,
but in the meantime, they will still need help.
Fed by their pack, the grey wolf pups get strong.
With family, they’ll never be alone.
The months go by so fast. It won’t be long
before the winter when they'll be full grown.
When new March babies come, they’ll do their part,
for in the pack, the grey wolf shows his heart.
Written 3/28/2015 for shadow Hamilton's Canis Lupus the Wolf Contest
I raise my voice and rage a fight
for little children trashed and thrown.
Sweet little coos and burps never heard,
the printed mittens never sewn.
These tiny children wanted to play,
and be held and cradled so near.
To hear Mommy say,” I cherish you”,
and lullabies to wipe dark night’s fear.
Their marble eyes never touched the sun,
never touched a rubber ducky in soapy arms.
Never had a chance to shriek those circus smiles,
or twiddle Grandpa’s warm violin thumbs .
Their tiny breaths chopped in a moment,
with pierce of the sharp metal they expired.
Were they able to shout silent screams?
Or trapped in a cocoon where they can’t hide.
Their pink little fingers stopped squirming,
Heart beats blocked fading black and blue,
The luster of many decades of unlived joy gone.
Is this the most convenient thing to do?
And there go more of abrupt conceptions,
Unborn babies are gifts from God to behold.
The love for children has no need for shame, for guilt
As news of birth is the greatest wonder ever told.
...... ........ .
Contest of Scribe Marlon: Unborn Babies Dream
By nette onclaud
For the little babies mourn
For the babies that are yet to be born
They are only fetusus many scorn
And mercilessly from their mothers womb torn
From every corner hear cries for human right
Yet ears are deafened to the unborns plight
Never to be heard their sqeals of delight
Never to be heard sing me a lallabuy tonight
Mums and dads don't listen to the establishment lie
Why should your innocent baby needlessly die
Why should you in retrospect needlessly cry
Why should you in hindsight say why why why
Quantum leap, material mind,
learning curve steep, perceptive mankind,
this earth inherited to keep, in the depth eyes shined,
the karmic benefits we reap, after money too long pined,
in the shadows they did creep, by our light left blind,
hearts awaken from their sleep, each ventricle gold lined,
More awake each enlightened peep, open hearts, contemplative minds; you'll be amazed at
what you find.
Been crawling, now it’s time to walk, too long the masses talking the talk.....
The little children gathered and delighted in the sight
The sparkling of the river, like tumbling jewels dancing bright
The mermaids in the waterfall did sing ‘Come children one and all’
The children laughed and danced, for the sirens song they did fall.
To the hearts of the little ones stripping down to their underwear
No shame no false pride their innocent souls laid bare
They all jumped into the water; kicked and splashed it was such fun
Then the mermaids stole the laughter, from each and every one.
The mermaid with the green hair had enticed them all to play
Not one of the little children is now with us on this day
Just like the Pied Piper who called them with his lilting flute
They heard the voice of the mermaids, but little children are not astute.
Where were the parents who should watch over children at play?
Why was no one there when the mermaids enticed their prey?
The fairy of the Water World was shocked by what she saw
Her wrath she vents on the mermaids, the crows around did caw
The carrion picked the eyes out and made nests out of green hair
But still the children were gone; no one had taken heed of their prayer
The fairy of the water world shed tears but then thought maybe
Her tears touched the innocent souls, each transformed to a water baby
The water babies are now happy; they can play in water all day
But alas for their poor parents it is on their knees they pray.
There one can still hear the laughter the joy the fun
Also the sound of the waterfall as the terror begun.
© Mandy Tams & Harry J Horsman 2013
Collab with Mandy Tams..
As i lay here in my waterbed
Many thoughts enter my head
Wish my mum hadnt garlic for tea
Making me cry and raise my knee
I hope my life will be full of fun
Laughter and tears for me her son
With parents who'll guide me to do whats right
Not blindfold me , teaching me to be trite
Teach me right from wrong, manners do pay
A hug and a kiss will go a long way
Want to grow up Noble and proud
Pride in oneself and in my world
Meanwhile i wait, waiting for the time
When after a long journey will meet, mother of mine
Hope she will love me! my eyes only for her
My smile of satisfaction! my waiting is over
Am all warm again as i lay in the bed
Wrapped up tightly with a tum for my head
Dreaming of life as I am sure it will be
Full of wonder and knowledge, for me
The eve of darkness they come out to play
creepy crawly with our senses. The street
wise, the waifs, the tiny cherubs all blend
together to form a society of sorts that is
out of step with time; they become invisible.
They come with their drums, their guitars to
serenade the unseeing humans in tourist
tee shirts. You can see the beauty of
this youth who dances and plays from a
heart that just needs freedom.
You look into their eyes and you fall in
love with the innocence of a child who
sees his place in time as cosmic.
You smell their odors, their very essence.
A not so spent youth and you wish you were they.
You find yourself being pulled in by
their ethereal nectar and song...you see
for the first time what you could of had.
You are pulled in and the fight leaves you
the unseeing being the unseen...welcome!
*My impressions of the homeless youths of Ocean Beach, San Diego
I remember the day when my babies came,
I remember the sound when I spoke their name;
These tiny souls that were part of me,
Had the courage to break free.
To hold my babies to my breast,
Was all that gave my soul such rest.
My baby’s cry was the sweetest sound;
The miracle I held was more than profound.
I remember my babies touching my face,
Dear little fingers trying to trace;
Eyes so dear as they looked into mine,
With all that was real, all that was divine.
My babies were everything and always a part,
Of all that takes place within my heart;
Now that they’ve grown and taken the test,
I still have the memories for which I am blessed.
Prayer choice or not
Miscarriage, abort heartbreak
wish-to-be babies
My children are like the light of day,
They often ask me questions leaving me with nothing to say.
I watch them play with each other,
And think to myself, "I am a very lucky mother."
When they are fast asleep,
I often wonder what dreams they keep.
They have times when they fight,
And I assure them it will be alright.
They amaze me every time they speak,
It's hard for me to believe they are so unique.
They are my everything,
Without them my life would mean nothing.
I love them with all of my heart,
And pray that we shall never part.
loud cracks and creaks permeate the silence
inferno’s roar is heard in keen ears of wildlife
terror is felt throughout the forest
animals flee, but many do not make it out
the blinding smoke and their fear leaves them helpless
some curl up, waiting for death
the fire walker trots through the forest looking for her young
not realizing she lost them several decades ago
she is the only soul stuck in this purgatory of flames
What to drink this morning? Coffee or tea?
Cold or hot? Sweet or slightly tart for me?
I do not care about breakfast. I have no time for that.
I have to feed the dog. I have to feed the cat.
Getting in the car I realize I am pretty much a mess.
Being a fur babies mamas I would expect nothing less.
They both sit in the window making me feel guilty.
Their names are Sugar Boy and Uncle Milty.
I drive six blocks before I remember my tea.
They are probably poking fun and laughing at me.
Shh! Babies are sleeping Dorie said.
Slumbering in dreamland with her Uncle Fred
Tummies full of dolly potatoes, they are amply fed
Especially after gulping down cinnamon bread
Two dreaming of a trip on an African bobsled
Cozily cuddled up in a rocking chair bed.
One baby dolly in a nightshirt made by Grandpa Ed.
All three in dreamland where only angels tread.
The babies are so much fun,
So cuddly and warm,
So snuggly, and wonderful,
So ugly when first born.
The babies are so loved,
So cherished, so alive!
But the newborns, with their cat-cries,
Are so annoying when they cry.
Yes, I will babysit your baby.
And we can play and sing and laugh.
I will give her and him both bottles,
But if it is a newborn, I will pass.
I remember the day Trixie died,
Sinbad staring out upon her grave.
No crying, just day after day, homage.
I couldn’t stand seeing the pain,
Nothing I did, petting, holding,
Could bring him away from the grave.
So down to the pet store I drove
Hoping for a partner to please
And found a pair of cuddles, babies
Arms wrapped together in play
One black one orange which should it be?
Orange like Sinbad or black?
But how could I take one from another
Leave another hole, so black and orange
Babies two, drew Sinbad back over
To sleep the peaceful sleep of cuddles
Warmth from another, held like a mother
Or held like a father, Sinbad was mine
Once more we could live in happy cheer
Death deserted from our midst
When the wonder of youth appeared.