Best Babysit Poems
Tired Fairy Granny did sit
Upon the sunflower's brown seed.
As dragonfly round her did orbit,
Then from her small hand did feed.
As darkness overtook the sky,
Fairy Gran needs to babysit.
She will have to be rested to fly,
And get there lickety-split.
"Trauma In my Mother's House"
Some mornings came whispering in my mother's ears the torment of being a lady;
It explained to her how by the kitchen knife
she was meant to breathe only from a man’s pocket
She was told that her tears undermine society
& her body worth not even a cent from a man’s wallet,
Because she is the object that cannot fit even in an empty set
the door of my mother's head was opened by another strange voice,
informing her that cooking is the degree she has earned naturally
& that anything above it, is a sin beyond reality
Situation has made her to see this world as a cooking kitchen;
The aches from there is the comfort air she inhales without regretting
In my mother's house,
she is strong like the wind that comes before rainfall,
Because she's the eagle that can withstand any downfall
Her power is the milk that's capable of breastfeeding this lazy world
& babysit any depression that wants to overcome her,
Because her current life is the hell she is defeating very well.
Poet:
© Cheto
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.
Our four grandchildren have grown up before our eyes…it’s hard to imagine that!
Which means it’s been years since they spent the night with us and Deborah and I babysat.
So, when our son and daughter-in-law asked us to watch their golden lab, Juniper
We said yes without so much as a dialogue…
With all our experience babysitting grandchildren we thought it’d be easy babysitting a dog.
And it was…it truly was…because it turns out…this may sound a little wild…
babysitting a dog is a lot like babysitting a child.
They all liked to go on long walks…whether in a wagon or on a leash
they were happy…we could tell…
Our grandchildren loved the sights and sounds while Juniper loved the smells.
They all loved to eat and eat often…meals, in between meal snacks…ice cream and more
(which had us wondering if their parents had ever fed them before).
They had their favorite games…like fetch and Candy Land…and when
that game was completed, they loved playing it over and over again!
One thing we had forgotten about babysitting was all the energy it required…
as our grandchildren and Juniper were ready to continue playing
long after the two of us were tired.
They all loved love and attention…having their hearts and souls nurtured and fed
and they all loved that time at the end of the day when we’d snuggle together in bed.
Babysitting Juniper reminded us of something else we’d forgotten that we knew…
the happy tiredness and contentment you feel when the babysitting’s through.
When you look around your empty house…
that moments ago was filled with so much energy and activity…
and then
You sigh…smile at one another…knowing after a little rest
you’l be ready to babysit again.
So thanks Juniper…
for helping us remember…all those things with the grandchildren we use to do…
which we probably wouldn’t have thought about….if we hadn’t been babysitting you.
"American Grafitti" took me back again to High School in the 1960's
"Back to the Future's" nifty hot rod took me back in time and almost left me!
"City Slickers" took me way out west, to rustle cows and ride a horse
"Da Vinci's" code, did not bode well, the Vatican did not endorse!
"E. T. " turned out to be my friend, we peddled bikes far past the moon
"Forrest Gump" shared my lunch, and shared his chocolate just past noon
"Groundhog Day" is darn confusing, is it Monday or is it Tuesday?
"Hannibal" is one cruel dude,..........he sharpens teeth so he can chew me!!
"I Now Pronounce You Chuck and Larry" invited me to toast their wedding
"Jaws" invited me to take a swim! Those who did, were soon regretting!
"King Kong", was one poor ape who climbed too high for past mistakes,
"Lincoln" had too much at stake, but ended war between the states
"Mummy 1" and "Mummy 2" made me cry for Mommy,...PLEASE!
"No Country for Old Men"...but young dudes look, and want to leave!
"O' Brother Where Are Thou?" escaped their chains to play like Ringo
"Psycho's" bathtubs scare me silly, my next motel will be Flamingo's
"Quarantine" because I'm sick? If I stay in bed, they call me lazy
"Rosemary's Baby"...yikes that kid? Babysit....?? Are you crazy?
"Superman" claimed that he could help me, but flew away with no advice
"Titanic" hit a piece of ice, (that Superman was not so nice!)
"Unforgiven" (now is Superman)...Clint Eastwood is the slicker guy
"Valkyrie"'s plot has thickened...Let's all poke Hitler in the eye!
"When Harry Met Sally" I was jealous....her cafe' scene has made me blush
Xanadu had me roller skating.......racing faster, while I'm dating
"Young Sherlock Holmes" was just a kid, I kid you not, he met his Watson
"Zoolander" 's slacks were Cuban made.. I borrowed some and they were awesome!
(and I'm exhausted!)
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For Cyndi's exhausting ABC contest!! Whew!
When I was a little girl close to the sea
In the darkness shone sparkling sapphire lights
In my closet filled with fierce stuffed animals
On my bed one on each side perfect protectors
For there were two half-brothers 14 and 12
I was little and born into this half family
The older had an illness in the brain dark deadly
And with it images arose in a fearsone mind
Strangers came into hallways voices whispering threats
There were images my parents refused to know
Chemistry cruelly evolved into a teenage mind
And at two you were unable to fight
The demons shouted and entered your mind too
Destroy the creature arriving in the night
Find a way to get mother’s attention to survive
For as the next three years evolved
A broken leg a deadly cup of baby aspirin
Doctors and nurses started to wonder
Such a nice couple they would think
And so you family moved and you grew stronger
A little girl learned from the Twilight Zone
Thriller and Chiller during the night
He was drawn to get rid of of this noisy baby brat
Getting all the attention and cuddling
But as I grew older and smarter I learned
To keep away read books at the library
Spent dinners with friends babysit joined the Scouts
Years later after psychology, sociology, on and on
Became depressed but I was determined to live
Learned I was not alone and but could help
Sat with others and heard their pain
My brother was a danger to me as a child
But he had no one to help him and I hoped for him then
He grew older and worse rejected by parents "no one is sick"
Finally in jail then in Alaska wild and exiled I hoped for him then
As I hope for him now
On Mondays when I babysit,
There's one thing that's a certain hit -
A visit from the garbage truck
(Unless the need for naptime's struck).
We hear the truck as it draws near
And Henry makes it very clear
We'd better get ourselves outside.
(Such passion cannot be denied.)
We race out to the driveway's end
To greet our Monday morning friend.
The worker waves a friendly hi
But Henry's serious and shy.
He watches, though, with great intent
And gazes at me, quite content.
I understand, though he can't speak,
That we're all set until next week.
Du-Rag, braids, pierced ear,
Slang, sagging pants, walk with limp.
May I babysit?
Evening found me sitting in the kitchen, feeling down,
my parents and my elder brothers all out on the town.,
leaving me to babysit, a dull end to the year,
too old for early bedtime, legally too young for beer.
Ken McKellar on TV with Moira Anderson,
too much for a young lad to take, so put the radio on.
Radio Luxembourg my choice when tuning in the dial,
although the signal fades and then comes back after a while.
I'd see the new year in myself with style, or so I thought,
by using all that's left at home, a tiny drop of port.
Emptied my glass, “Happy new year! “ I heard the DJ say,
“ It's twelve midnight in Luxembourg, eleven in the UK”
I stared in some confusion at the port that I'd just drank,
but realisation soon set in and my heart slowly sank.
Nothing left in bottled form of a similar ilk,
at our midnight I made do with a glass of full fat milk.
Pulling stunt's like that on me is an absolute crime
I can see now why they call the stupid thing 'Greenwich mean time'.
I remember*
I remember someone calling my name…
I remember someone whispering in my ears…
I remember someone calling my name,
Calling my name, when I was so in deep tears…
And found out that he was our father…
I was willing to conceive his word, thou’ I nev’r knew how to read through his lines…
I remember someone calling my name….
Calling my name,
The only person who remember’d me even when all others were forgotten about me…
I thought I was alone,
Because I nev’r knew that there is a bride who’d still marry me even when I was living under the skin of nobody…
I remember someone calling my name…
Calling my only name out of nowhere…
A man who which came to me and prove to be a good friend indeed…
He came in a bad time and proves to me that there’re still moments that worth to be celebrated…
A man who came when I was in a verge of despair…
And teach me how to act in the story full of tears and pain…
He gave me a reason to say thank you for every little piece of breath I take…
I remember someone calling my name…
When I was in deep, deep’st pain…
He came and offered me something, something that is rare to find…
He offer’d me love, peace and happiness in the world that celebrates a hobby of hate…
He came and offer’d me a drink,
In the world packed by drunken masters…
He came to me when I was in deep pain…
And surely taught me how to babysit my pain…
For I knew not who’d sell his only home for me,
But anyway, he has surely proved to be the architecture of my soul…
For I knew not who’d love like him…
But surely he has proved to be a good friend…
who’ll always be there for me even when the world falls into sleep…
I remember someone calling my name…
For I knew not who’d be…
But he came one day,
And teach me how to sing a happy song in the choir that sing a song of hate…
He came to me when I was nobody…
And transformed me to a body that anybody wo’d dare for to build upon it…
Our father, the born warrior and the conqueror who nev’r used power…
A man of many gentle men…
Who’d love like him, make me understand…
So keep looking for his presence,
For there’re so many places where his love would dare to dwell upon…
So keep looking for god’s presence,
For he has so, many corners in this world that we could find his presence that we fail to dwell upon…
End of poem18
Brittany
It means adorable, clever,and gifted,
It is the number 13,
It is like a rose,
It is laughing at a funny joke,
It is the memory of my mom,
Who taught me honesty and responsibility,
When she asked me to babysit the kids,
My name is Brittany,
It means believing in your dreams and never letting anyone tell you that you can or can not do something.
To whom it may concern
The tick-tock never wait
The worst will come no late
Sprouting from all corners, holy end
From west to east and back, wave counter-espionage with mask of fiend
Who waters war ever growing seed, rest in his castle with Chateau D'yquem's bottles,
While underdogs of the world, crouch as their heart beat rattles,
Mayday with burning fuels like volcano, mustn't be frightful
The hand that mould nuclear so faithful.
Seekers of peace, hardworking, they add more to the over-populace figure of land of dead
Activist might know, they intervene with dying plead,
Hope, little like mustard, the rest of the world turned slaves to fear,
This I know, death is very easy, I tune my Lear,To babysit my day,
For, sorrow is the gold the earth got to pay We will die, never to die again.
I travelled to my daughters home
to babysit the kids
I’d not been there ten minutes when
my mind was on the skids
and not because I couldn’t cope
I’m qualified, I think
But I couldn’t work their microwave
To warm the baby’s drink
I thought to use the kettle
As a secondary ploy
But no instructions were to hand
For this confusing toy
A pan then as a last resort
Would be my saving grace
But couldn’t turn the oven on
To save my blushing face
Plan B then, turn the telly on
The cartoons never fail
But five remotes soon had me beat
‘twas now my turn to wail
the garden and a trampoline
would now my saviour be
but now faced with a locked back door
I couldn’t find the key
Distraught, I looked for games to play
I would succeed, I would
And then 6 words which saved my life
I’m back, have they been good?
Crying or laughing you asked me why.
Your contest begged me unveil
The naked essence of what made me
Mad as hell at the world, or vexed with you
I hate grandstanding
And posturing for cheap popularity
People without privacy
Who think the world has nothing more to do
Than babysit their fallacy
Cloaked in self righteous songs
Of discord note.
For such a waste of suffering I cry.
And if I laugh
Let me laugh for the mother and the baby playing
Let me laugh with lovers splashing water
Into the eyes
Blinding self until it feels a deeper sight.
And if I laugh
Let me laugh with children playing
Let me discover that you found where we keep
The child in all of us.
Play with your child in you,
Do not over mother it, smother it, control it, pander to it
For children know when they got you by the heart
And they love to play puppeteers.
I always laugh before I kiss a child with tears.
Winnipeg
Every day you drive down my street, through my neighborhood, anticipating the day we'll infinitely meet
I tried to ignore the feelings I've felt since the moment I walked into your convenient store but it ever holds the creative precipice of something more
You stood less than a foot away while I unconsciously held my nervous breath
You were holding yours too
If only we knew
But now we do
The truth isn't always true
Nor is it free for you or me
The wind blew
Scholastics were very few
Punished for an era that never grew
Her encyclopedias aren't new
Faux dictionaries are the fiction of the past in belated mantras that had to last
Even the fire burns out before it realizes why it was lit
The fireplace watches faithfully as grandpa snores & grandma knits
Mom & dad don't babysit when their tireless infants throw a raging fit, left to wonder where they misplaced a generations first aid kit
Burned their fingers when they forget the oven mitt
We've been there
We've done that
Old news is tucked neatly into older hats
Bootlegs
Winnipeg
Old age is something you earn for the sake of the wisdom you asked to learn
Flowers and trees
Bushes and leaves
The oldest trick in forbidden words still suffers the plot it deceives
Forgotten?
Never
Hidden?
As rightfully as its bidden
Good ole darling ridden
You see the warrior emerging from shame
You see the fighter with nothing left to blame
I still don't even know your last name
But I thank God for you every day because this isn't some highschool football game
There are no players
No more cheerleaders to haunt the jocks in old dressing rooms across the parking lot
They found his body on the rocks bound to a body bag stitched up with old rags, tied with dog tags because some still remember the night they were shot for every secret they carelessly forgot
Pierce her scarlet letter with new fangled knots until she morphs into something better
Take your orders
Draw the margin around the recycle bin's borders
You know exactly what it takes to win
Your folly may never be another man's sin
Dolphins eyelashes seduce that grin from fin to friendly fin
My love, please let me in
© Sarah Herring