Best Bebe Poems


Apoplectic Begat Comatose


Eh, Bebe ... 
clueless you with the wide eyes open, 
which can’t see

So apoplectic of heart,
paralyzed by the cobra sway
of changeling channel charmer words

Gen Z baby gloomer 
remote diaphragm controlled,
go back to analog sleep

Oh  oh ... video comatose — 
Nightmares begat by daydreams
of reel digital silver screams

Lost Vegas patch-eye vision
of one arm pulled down
And the coins keep trickling
into your open palms

Baby Bebe gon umbilical vault cray  cray
Cut the cord of the eyelid dark violet curtains ... 
bling-bling blind birth 
shut the womb of twin retinal glow dearth

So aorta slow,
slug cranial coma critical ... 
lobotomy comatose

Virtual voices say:
eh, Bebe — 
Pull the plug ... let the dying vapors go,
expired from a necrotic nasal
Categories: bebe, allusion, imagery, perspective, words,
Form: Free verse

Premium Member Ba Na Na

Minions,
           determine little creatures
In the wide screen
That stir lots of trouble with their funny little slurs
Don’t know if they are his or hers
They look like yellow Hot Tamales jelly beans
Wearing little blue bebe overalls 
           that are always clean
Tiny little hands and feet           
           black gloves and shoes
They are always full of motion
Gargling sounds       
           feeling free
Between their little face goggles they wear
Their only difference is        one or two big eyes
Excursion to who knows where
Their slapstick-infused shenanigans little Minions
In the spotlight dancing
          Believe me!
That keep the little ones entranced and in their seats
         They wiggle and they giggle
                  when the Minion wants 
                                   Ba….na….na!!!
I wonder what they dream
If they drive each other bananas
Determine little creatures
          in the wide screen

                                 Ba….na….na!!!

2/25/2016
© Eve Roper  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: bebe, funny,
Form: Free verse

Premium Member Got Me For Life - a New Year's Medley

for Bebe Rexha


There's one thing
     that's constant
          "you've got yourself for life"

Eveything else
     comes and fades:
          recriminations, repercussions,
          delineations, manifestations,
          life, death - - - - -

All altered with fluctuations
     permeating the flow.

You can always
     look in the mirror,

What you see
     will never change,
          except for age.

It's a comfort
     to know that you'll

effortlessly be there
     for yourself

No matter what calamities
     are thrown your way - - - - -

It's divine intervention.
Categories: bebe, introspection, self,
Form: Free verse

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Premium Member What Goes Around Comes Around, Ya All

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Categories: bebe, conflict, divorce, freedom, new
Form: Free verse

Prince of a Cat - Ninth Life Long Since Spent

Preface to this brief bitty
written snap ting snapshot – word ditty
dates back before I reached gritty
age of eight and fifty, aye recall a kitty
rescued by my youngest sister, who took pity
and felt aghast, 
at a potential cruel fate no witty.

Upon return home from an Antioch College coup
(so many diverse work experiences required -
some involving offal goop
i.e. case in point being this anecdote,
which may fall outside the loop
of common “hands on

off fish shawl” employment,
thee tasks on par with handling poop
stoically accepted by Shari Todd
(name of said sibling),
who when home from Davis, California

(albeit temporarily, and before she returned
to Yellow Springs, Ohio) divulged
how she did scoop
dread, dreck, dregs, et, cetera –

i.e. by product amidst fish farm
didst set her dead against being linkedin
purr animal cruelty, thus play role of troop
er – which tummy
earned her kudos a resounding whoop!
* * * * * * * * * * *
Before launching into this poem purr say
lemme mention how thine late mother
took an immediate affinity and hence no delay
that this lucky creature became akin to a bebe.

Main Coon, Felis catus, nicknamed Boozie
raccoon features, face mask, brown thick costume
handsome boy, affectionate personality, expressively vocal

Pink wet nose, emerald eyes, pointed ears
cavernous mouth, sharp teeth, rough tongue
striped design, massive fluffy fur, bushy tail

Soft paws, padded cushions, retractable blades
wild animal, predation urge, survival instinct
agile movement, swift motion, unfortunate victim

Door prize, flies feast, whitened bones
loyalty strong, pageant display,
splayed across kitchen table courtly dignity

Quiet house, sonar sounded, Cheshire upward smile
purred softly, rubbed legs, warm vacant lap
Jumping agility, firmly sequestered

Contentment expressed, internal hum, reciprocal therapy
beautiful petsmart, little monkey, comfortably sleeps
peaceful slumber, wakeful stretch, ideal life

Fortunate intervention, cat whisker to demise,
brush avoided becoming piscine meal,
kingly privileged role, heartfelt love.
Categories: bebe, animal, beautiful, creation, cute
Form: Elegy

Do You Know My Abc's?

And it was there. Looking me in the eye, “I shall born you.” I was overcome with 
sadness.

Before I was born I died. I was one with everything. I was more alive then, then I 
am now.

Children seem so simple. Children seem so free. Why is life so hard. Maybe the 
simple one is me.

Deep cuts in my heart. A boy that I love with all of me. I might’ve been invisible 
because he always walked by.

Enough of this! I hate it all. I gathered myself and left my heart behind.

Falling down the tubes. Drifting though life. No friends, no family. I. Can’t. Breath.

Gaining momentum. Losing myself.

Hot under my skin. It’s getting tighter. Wanting to rip through it.

I, am, not, real.

Just between us. Just between us two. I used to be everything.

Killing gives life. I want to give my life to you.

Love exists only as water. My heart is dry.

Maybe I’m your dream. Maybe you are mine. Maybe neither of us carry weight. 
Maybe both of us have died.

No, you never gave me a drop.

O I cry. I cry for you. I cry I cry I cry I cry for you.

Plenty of times I wonder how long my sentence is.

Quiere un vaso de dulce sangre. Dibuja un corazon dentro de mi cuerpo. Con 
esto corazon agujero, bebe mi vida. 

Run away from what you’ve heard. Leave and write your own truths. They say He. 
He does not exist. It tells me so.

Say what’s on my mind? Ultimate indulgences; eating meat and having sex. A 
man is meat. Chocolate is sex. A Chocolate man is the only heaven that will ever 
exist. Next to Him.

Telling you about my life is wasting the time I have to live it. If you’re meant for me 
you’ll just know.

Un knowledged people need to stop giving the gift of life and start giving the gift 
of life.

Very little patience do I have for those with no words. I’ll look for the person who 
stole them from you.

Will you be the one that I can hold  for now? Do you have a sweet heart, do you 
have soft soul?. Will you be the the love  that my ego drinks?

Xoxo hugs and kisses. Hugs and kisses. Let me touch your skin, help me miss 
your soul.

You’re looking inside me. Like it used to.

Zero words writing in my head. Where do my thoughts go? They go on this page. 
This page of my life.
Categories: bebe, allegory, confusion, death, history,
Form: ABC


Vehicular Homicide

There is no shame in nakedness of self
Discarded were the clothes of woodland creatures
Who would have worn them off eventually

Stand before me,
Look-
There upon that black shelf
The one that extends forever in directions of the sun

Watch-
Up and down this opening
Lay the bodies of my heritage
Killed by “zippets”
All my toes, I counted them, they had not a chance

Once-
The binding season crazed their thought
Jezzi was wooing BeBe, and he chased her 
To what would have been their nest
Had he made it cross

Watch how it glistens like water beads on a strom 
I almost darted over it
Had it not been for my le-bov-ed, ashee
I would be “can’t fly food”

What more can this harm do?
All their overfeathers, torn thin.
Apart went they, under this foul wind and instance

Better for you I am wise
Observing the forest floor as a watch-maiden
The smallest, tiniest, utterance I officiate

Like cries on the black shelf
Oft they wazzle me eyes burst
Panning the crunchy for a victim 
Only to trail the splitten voice twice seen  

It is safer here, on the crunchy sound 
Where the zippets don’t fly
We can soar with appetites for tomorrow 
Beneath the close of our eyes

1. Worst fear- speed (anything higher than 70 mph)
2. Being road kill
3. Owl
Entered in to Matt Caliri’s “Funnest-Hardest Poem Ever
Categories: bebe, animals, death
Form: Free verse

Madre Nueva

Madre Nueva 
Una jovencita tan más Hermosa
Muy humilde e inocente
Que con amor se cree cualquier cosa
Sin saber qué mala es la gente

Qué más quisiera yo
Que enseñarle de la vida
Para que no caiga hoy
En otra trampa y con su vida siga

Ahora mujer ya eres
Y te espera una vida llena
Que con tu niño que esperes
Siempre encuentres felicidad eterna

Un bebe es una bendición
De Dios omnipotente
Que con agrado te ha mandado
Este niño tan inocente

Tu veras que bonito es
Tener un hijo
Pues el amor que tu le des
Lo sentirás en tu corazón muy fijo

Y así como tú le ames
El te amara igual
Pues cuando tu le llames
Con amor te lo volverá

Felicidades madre nueva
Y que Diosito te bendiga
Pues se que serás una madre buena
Y que tus brazos a ese niño abrigues
Con mucho amor y felicidad
 

							Por: Nena 
Enríquez
Categories: bebe, mother
Form: Rhyme

Spicy Leaves the Carnival

So long, Spicy ... 
sho’ hate to see you go
You were the best comic relief in the PT carnival
Prez Trump sez he don’t need you no mo’
So you publicly resigned 
	 after getting the private heave-ho
So long, Spicy ... 
it sho’ was fun having you around
The way you spun those alternative facts
		    was so crazy clumsy cool
How you and Kellyanne would go on the attack,
then backtrack from the shark press pool
Y’all were some kinda funny, 
reverse moon-walking laughingstock fools 
Now Kooky Kellyanne is still here, and you’re gone — 
that just ain’t right, it’s so wrong
So long, Spicy ... 
I’m gonna play another
Saturday Night Live sad, satirical song
Me and the ghetto gang is sho’ gonna miss you
		when you’re gone
(Mr. Robin Harris and BeBe kids will too)
But before you leave,
do me a favor willya please ...
tip your jilted jester cap
		       to the smiling PT freak show,
and give a dour derriere frown,
to the Inepters running this clown carnival
Categories: bebe, fun, humor, satire, truth,
Form: Light Verse

El Bebe

La luz llega a los ojos del bebé
al ver a su Madre por vez primera
la habitación presenta un millón de posibilidades
la felicidad rodea a estas vidas inseparables

Su Padre siente un gran choque de emociones
después de darse cuenta de que su hijo ha llegado
las abuelas están dispuestas a entregarlo todo
pues con su llanto divino sus corazones robó

El abuelo llora como un hombre de verdad
al verse a sí mismo en el bebé una vez más
los tíos sostienen al bebé en sus brazos
un nuevo sentimiento ha llegado a sus pasos

Familiares y amigos sienten inspiración
hablan enloquecidos de esta nueva sensación
que poderosa es el alma de un hijito de Dios
que sacude la tierra, el mar y los cielos!

Los bebés son criaturas del todopoderoso
ellos vienen a la vida a recordarnos a todos
que desde el momento en el que hemos nacido
misiones importantes se nos han concedido!
Categories: bebe, family, inspirational, love, mother,
Form: Rhyme

Maa

Kehne ko toh ghar ki sabse badi, 
Pr vaise sbki jaan hain woh. 
Sbki pareshaani lekr, 
Khud rehti pareshaan h wo.

Parivaar mein sabka khayal hain rkhti , 
Pta nhi kaise prr vo nhi thakti

Kisi ko nhi dekh skti pareshaan hn,
Kyunki poore parivaar mein toh unki bsti jaan h.

Kismat waalon ko hi milti h maa,
Warna unse jaake poocho jo har wakt kehte hn tu khaan h maa.

Meri zindagi mein sbse pyaara tofa maa h,
Hrr pal vo sahi jo unki dikhayi raah h,

Bss ab uss pal ka h intezaar
Jb meri wajah se hi hongi khush vo aur meri wajah se khush hoga parivaar

Unka hrr khwaab unki hrr soch ko poora krna h
Bss maa, tere liye hi jeena tere liye hi marna h…..
tere liye hi jeena tere liye hi marna h!!!!

                         Maa you're the best !!
Categories: bebe, appreciation, caregiving,
Form: Free verse

By the Wayside

Remember third grade,
When the raciest book the teacher 
read out loud
Was Wayside School Stories?
Maybe because my mom was all for 
wholesome stories,
But hearing those books was a 
weird guilty pleasure.
It was my first introduction to the 
bizarre:
The Gothic novel of children's 
stories.
Sometimes people disappeared into 
alternate dimensions,
But more importantly, Bebe Gunn 
was having troubles with her 
brother Ray.
Today, I remembered the ice 
cream.
The teacher at Wayside made ice 
cream flavored like each student,
To teach the importance of diversity 
and individuality.
And I remembered this today 
because I found your shirt,
Kicked under the stage, and I 
picked it up.
As I shook off leaves and other 
debris of neglect,
Your shirt let forth your essence to 
tease my nose.
And later I thought about how over 
time,
I would have probably grown 
immune to that smell.
I thought about how this must be a 
computing error in the universe,
If you truly don't notice that primal 
connection,
Like you don't seem to notice your 
agonizing attraction.
But at that moment, I had to walk 
away
Before my tear ducts could become 
inundated with particles of scent,
Because the craving I got was more 
than a chocolate-coated addiction.
I am suprisingly literal here, but
You would be my favorite flavor of 
ice cream.
Only then you would still be here to 
comfort me.
© Rose Melo  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: bebe, childhood, lost love, loveteacher,
Form: Free verse

Premium Member Sour Grapes

It's not as if I've been avoiding you, 
as that I've ceased to seek you out.
The results, however are much the same,
the frequency of our encounters has 

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What with Wonder Boy crashing through again
less a little luster, a trifle tarnished, part
of the price of living each day
as if it were your last.

Me, I bide my time
finding rather than noble
passion, only bemused indifference.
don't worry bebe, you'll soon find another crutch.
Categories: bebe, lost love,
Form: Free verse

Premium Member Le Yon Fanm Renmen Ou

Lè yon fanm renmen ou
Ou pa ka fè anyen mal
Ou ka chame li ak yon ti chanson
Nan men ou, li pa bezwen anpil.

Lè yon fanm renmen ou
Mond lan sanble li trè bèl
Tout bagay anfò, an pinpan
Lè yon fanm adore ou.

Se tout ane a ki printan
Ti zwazo yo ap repoze e yap chante
Timoun yo ap jwe e yap ri
Gen anpil bonè ak kè kontan.

Lè ou voye flè pou li
Lè ou bay li bèl bijou
Li bo ou tankou yon ti bebe
E li ba ou akolad pou tout yon ane.

Lè yon fanm renmen ou
Ou santi ou ekstrèmman byen
Kay la gen anpil, yon dividal manje
Paske li bay ase pou vant ou plin.

Lè yon fanm renmen ou
Syèl la klere epi li ble
Lanmè a manyifik e trè klè
Lè yon fanm renmen ou.

Lè yon fanm renmen ou
Solèy la cho e li pike
Nwaj yo ap vwayaje
Lè yon fanm adore ou.

Copyright © fevriye 2020, Hébert Logerie, Tout dwa rezève.
Hébert Logerie se otè plizyè koleksyon powèm.

This is a translation of the poem When A Woman Loves You by Hebert Logerie
Categories: bebe, appreciation, dream, food, happiness,
Form: Free verse

Premium Member Cuando Una Mujer Te Ama

Cuando una mujer te ama
No puedes hacer nada malo
Puedes encantarla con una canción
De ti, ella no necesita mucho.

Cuando una mujer te ama
El mundo se ve hermoso
Todo es maravilloso
Cuando ella te adora.

La primavera es todo el año
Los pájaros descansan y cantan
Los niños juegan y ríen
Y la felicidad y la alegría abundan.

Cuando le envías flores
Cuando le das joyas
Ella te besa como un bebe
Y te abraza durante largas horas.

Cuando una mujer te ama
Te sientes increíblemente bien
La casa tiene mucha comida
Porque ella da lo suficiente para llenar.

Cuando una mujer te ama
El firmamento es brillante y azul
El océano es magnífico y nuevo
Cuando una mujer te ama.

Cuando una mujer te ama
El sol es caliente y brillante
Las nubes bailan y viajan
Cuando una mujer te adora.

PD Traduccion de ‘When A Woman Loves You’.

Copyright © Febrero 2020, Hébert Logerie, Todos los derechos reservados.
Hébert Logerie es autor de varias colecciones de poemas.
Categories: bebe, celebration, dance, emotions, feelings,
Form: Free verse
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