Best Babs Poems
your voice now silent
never to see you smile again
you left us heartbroken
unprepared
shocked to silence
we remember
your laughter and your
“I can go on attitude”
never complaining
just being you
even when fighting
this battle
we'll never know why
you had to leave us so soon
we'll always wonder
we'll always have questions
God knew your journey was complete
when He selected the perfect rose for His garden today---
IN LOVING MEMORY OF A FRIEND AND COLLEAGUE,
MICHELLE SCHULTZ 26092011
We, at BABS miss you already
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Verbicide is sometimes committed in my works
Those works could be perdures forever
Aborted babs
Untimely deaths
Homicide with our tax dollars is that righteous
A child that never gets a chance at life
I am not a savant but this is wrong
Will we as a nation get our comeuppance
What? eternal life~ heaven?
What? eternal life~hell?
I hope heaven
I hope not hell
Whispering winds of winter woe,
icy branches bend and bow,
catfish cradled in the mud,
winter waters slow their blood.
Scampering squirrels, fat & fluffed,
chasing, leaping, playing rough,
the birds are bent on staying warm,
surround the suet in a swarm.
Babs and Buster, canine friends,
stalk the squirrels who torture them,
they snort and sniff at gopher holes,
tormented by these mining moles.
In the western window, warm,
the felines flourish through the storm,
soon the sunshine's streaming in,
thus the cooking of cats begin.
Cloaked and covered, in cozy coats,
we wait for Spring with hallowed hopes,
to lay upon the dock again
and feel the sunshine bake our skin.
Now pick apart
My S E X U A L I T Y
and tell me these traits
That must define me.
From my heads to my tippy toes
Am I more man or Mo?
Dont hesitate
While you emasculate
They must call you Webster
Because you act like now.
Is it because-
I dye my hair to ignite these eyes
Or I skip to the beat
And step in time?
I dont wear clothes that pop
My pants sag NOT snap
I dont death at the drop
But Ill always clapback.
I pee standing up
But cry standing down,
More wit in this sass
To asassinate a clown.
I flick my wrist-
sideways
But have hair on my chest,
I dont pluck my brows -
For days
I choose ladies over men
To spill the tea
But I can outrun a sportsman
If someone is chasing me.
I got Fem tropes.
I pull man ropes.
I dont vape, I smoke
Im riddled with jokes.
Got a snaggle tooth
That bite will your truth,
Im not GQ clean
But I on the cover if you know what I mean.
Liza, Judy, Gaga, Babs
Parade my phone
with disney pics and washboard abs.
Denzel, Deniro, Statham
Are the dudes I roll
I dont spit whiskey
But ill drink vodka from the bowl.
I believe in truth and the American way
I pray to God,
YES I was born this way.
So paint my sterotype
With your sheltered PC hype,
I am just a ruggedly handsome prototype-
Now continue to archetype me
As I drop this Mic.
I saw a family of killer whales
In the Irish Sea
South-East of Wales .
With radar fins and splashing tails
Giant masters of the sea .
Free Willie's dream was Hollywood
He made a splash
And that was good
But then again , we knew he could
But , no Oscar-winner , he .
The family group , all had names
There was Jonah , Jerry
Jess and James
Zoe , Chloe and Sue were dames
And Bono swam like God .
Bertha and Babs with flashing eyes
Jack and Jill could synchronize
With Pete and Paul , we could sympathize
The only " 2 P's in the Pod " ..
Swan-Bird; instruct me and pray ye swift
That I might show (Babs) as villainous
For he forced Father's self-abolishment to his beloved gift
Thrice- as insect- my revenge has proven venomous
So out of the sea- my flight becomes son-ominous
http://enwikipedia.org/wiki/Flight_of_the_Bumblebee
Inspirations:
Aleksandr Pushkin's original poem
Fanfare - a vignette about a "piece" of music
April 14th 2009
Contest Sponsor: Brian Strand
Written in Quintain (English) form: rhyming sequence of ababb, no set measure or foot
All rights reserved - reposted 6-3-09
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Star Magnolia buds
Swollen pregnant babs await_
Sun's magical warmth
Bobby Burnett bought a barrette
For wee, bonny Barbara's long braids.
Braw Bobby beams on wee bonny Babs
As she gaen through the glens and glades.
Bibble, the Blue Footed Booby believes bubbles are beautiful.
Babs B. Brown, his brother’s best bestie bashes his belief to bits.
Bibble blusters and babbles, breezily blowing bright blue bubbles.
Bibble’s Booby brother, Billy barely arrives before a battle begins.
It is the third of June at San Quentin in 1955.
A death row inmate will soon no longer be alive.
She has been dubbed “Bloody Babs” by the local press.
Barbara Graham is a convicted murderess.
For killing widow Mabel Monohan, she will pay.
Barbara is sentenced to die in the gas chamber today.
Barbara’s young life experienced many a convolution.
She had been in and out of jails for petty crimes and prostitution.
Never experiencing a proper upbringing in a peaceable home;
between California and Nevada, Barbara would aimlessly roam.
With two other men, into Mrs. Monohan’s house she would go.
Reportedly, the victim’s skull was cracked as she was smothered with a pillow.
Graham was executed after a second stay.
“Good people are always so sure they’re right” was the last thing she would say.
Inspired by the 1958 film “I Want to Live”
I thank wikipedia.org online encyclopedia for information I obtained to write this poem.
Bouncy bountiful blustery buxom Babs
Brought Bossy Bonnie beautiful blueberries
Bonnie baked Babs’ brother blueberry bisque
Bashful Barry bet Babs that Bossy Bonnie believed
Barry could become her beleaguered boyfriend
Babs bellowed beautifully, because she believed it too.
Beat-boxing Barry, plays all the hits,
Whilst his wife [Bendy-Babs], wows the crowds doing splits
There was once a lady named Babs Bower
Who lived 'cross town on a street called Tower
She could talk you to death
Not coming up for breath
Gabbed with gusts up to ninety miles per hour
Xmas 2021
Santa finally made bail and set himself free,
then went to get Rudolph from a zoo in D.C.
They found Dasher downtown passed out in a pub,
Dancer on the back nine at a local country club.
All out of cookies, Comet was baking a fresh batch,
but Cupid liked to run and wasn’t easy to catch.
Donner was playing cards with Bugs Bunny and Babs,
They found Blitzen at Red Lobster cracking some crabs.
with just one more stop to pick up the sleigh,
Xmas was saved and back under way.
11/26/21
“X” Contest, New or Old Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
I met Lydia when I needed a friend
She was always quiet, and hid under the bed
I learned how to watch what would happen from her.
I was always happy to see a familiar face
Coming through the door or window frame
Never to stay for long, just to let me know she was there
Babs died and at Thanksgiving Harriett told me
About her closest friend of twenty three
Who I would always be two years older for
Every year I lived, I heard the voices
Of the women and the familiars
Who watched after me with care.