Best Child Care Poems
Tomorrow we’ll have a party, all my friends will be there
And Prezzies will be opened and Christmas we’ll share
And Susie will grin in her red flaming hair
And Alice with her doll, in her new wheel chair
Ned will strum his guitar and we’ll all start to sing
And laughter and cheer this Christmas will bring
And I’ll sail my boat across the Spanish Maine
Explore the Antarctic fighting storm and hurricane
And though Timmy’s Jewish, he’ll get his brace and his bear
Hanukkah and Christmas it’s the season we all share
And we’ll be as happy as we could ever be
And we’ll thank the folks from Variety
They give plenty of Prezzies for all us kids
And they come and play with us invalids
They donate millions of dollars for all child care
Isn’t it nice to know that they’re there!
Right now I’m quite sleepy, but I hear jingle bells
The sound of a sleigh “It’s Santa!” Tim yells
But it’s only the nurse making her round
Santa won’t come till we’re all sleeping sound
So as I lie neath the covers, all cosy and tight
I smile when I think Santa’s coming tonight
And I’m as hopeful as I could ever be
Santa got his instructions, this year from me!
On her front porch, the elderly lady stood
Sending forth a farewell starts with a wave
Wait for the tires to be silent in the woods
The sound faded on the stones of the stave.
She waits for the family car to fade from sight
Clouds of dust gradually drifted below
due to the air's propensity to wash right
Her son, wife, and child care for a cozy forego.
It breathed fresh life into this calm place
afar from the hectic pace of this crazy world
She had faith that there would be more chances
Other dainty events, but not akin to the one named.
What we retain is most crucial than what we read
It's not our intent but the actions that lend us deeds
We don't achieve our goals by wishing for them
But it is a lifelong fight to render us a valiant gem.
She expected tears, but she had a sole wish
She may cook the last bit and serve them a dish
Hear the tires screech and watch the dust settle
Over the span of her life, view her blooming petals.
Written: April 24, 2023
False promises and bold faced lies
From leaders we call men,
Too foolish, vain and unwise
It’s the election blues again.
Feign to believe the web they weave
With patient ears we listen,
Future balanced if they achieve
From deceitful eyes teeth glisten.
In principle, fate is our blame
Yet in our selfish pride,
Our judgment shadows woeful shame
Behind scapegoats fail to hide.
Ballot fiends they all may be
Watching poll numbers, plus or minus three,
What will their victory bring to me
After January twenty-three.
Subsidized youth sports, gun control
Child care dollars galore,
A policy a day, and truth be told
Campaign gifts are a chore.
What matters East-West-South ‘n North
Is that we get it right,
While opponents bicker back and forth
By cable, bus or flight.
Success depends on unity
Without it we’re a wreck,
While one side suffers mutiny
The Grits give Tories heck.
The separatist Bloc` says “Let us go”
Demanding sovereign freedom,
White margarine and one-tongued-signs
Does Canada really need them.
The answer is, quite simply, oui`
We cannot tear apart,
Instead, honor all with dignity
And make a brand new start.
While men debate with pointed fingers
On issues big or small,
Our neighbor’s fear of terror lingers
With plans to build a wall.
Five billion they shall not relinquish
While bring East to peace,
Infernal war fires ne’r extinguish
Diplomacy for lease.
Denying partnership in war
To Iraq we didn’t go,
And up in space where eagles soar
Again we said “Oh no”.
Canada is not the States
Their future is not ours,
While Bush comments on us, berates
His future quickly sours.
When we look back upon these days
In golden years of life,
Will mirrored lakes obscure with haze
Too thick for sharpened knife.
Or does the future hold great treasure
For Canadians, one and all,
With strength and courage beyond measure
Winter, Spring, Summer and Fall.
Like years before, each voter chooses
With hopes and dreams of change and glory,
But in the end there’s winners and losers
Different writer, same old story.
Scott Goldsberry
December 30, 2005
As Women now have more power and rightly now have a voice
In the western world there are many more opportunities
Than there used to be and so much choice.
While men are today unashamedly in touch with their feminine side
And are now at last allowed to cry
Men wearing pink was just not done when I was a nipper
But now anything goes
Some men wear women's clothes make up and fluffy slippers.
Is something in the water or something in the air
But some women are getting more masculine
While men are showing touches of femininity everywhere.
Men may talk about swapping knitting patterns or tips on child care.
The girls around here have tattoos are rough and show off their bits
They have earings through their tongues and noses get drunk and aggressive
Always fighting
In pubs and the street when pints of beer touch their lips.
We now have lady vicars in lace knickers
Female body builders and bricklayers
Men have took a giant step backwards
While women race to the top
And I hope they'll never stop.
House husbands are more common these days
They can change a diaper with just one hand
And talk on the cell phone for hours while doing the housework
Or taking the baby to te park in it's pram
I think women taking over the world
And using men as slaves is the masterplan
And men live in fear because they know they can.
Of course now men have big problems
Like deciding what dress to wear
Does my bottom look big in this
And ooh I hate my hair.
It's so difficult to tell the difference sometimes
When on a date
If you're heterosexual
You may find out a bit too late.
Now it;s women who wear the trousers
And men who wear the skirt and bra
No one seems to care no more
Just who you are.
Women had been repressed by men for too long
Now they play the tune
And bang the drum and sing the song.
Well if you can't beat then join them
Before it's much too late
My operation is next Thursday I hope keep the date
Please don't look down at men
I know we are sometimes a pain
But you have to realise
Men are going through the change.
''Now pink or yellow dress,?, hmmm.
Peter Dome.copyright.2015.June.
They broke up
Irreconcilable differences
After twenty years together
No further comments will be made
Some admired them for the length of their relationship
Even though they never wed.
She said of him
He’s a guy’s guy.
I won’t marry because
I am too afraid of taking him for granted
Or him taking me for granted
Our children and our property bind us
I can’t say it’s always been comfortable
But we are really good friends.
He said
Our conversations were honest
Heated sometimes
But we always got along
The lawyers are working it out
There are issues that need to be straightened out
Mostly financial stuff
Like alimony and child care
But we’re still friends
Black panther
Striped tiger;
Stray cats challenge
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Takeaway meal
Fast food dinner;
Family feast
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Street bazaar
New offerings greet;
Dazzling array
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Crowded mall
Strangers congregate;
Celebrities entertain
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Busy walkway crowd
Strange faces meet;
Loneliness loiters
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Tired old couple
Sun drenched faces;
Hair greying with late bus
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Child care centre
Noisy kids mingling;
Care-giver disciplines
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Hotel atrium
Tourist traffic brisk;
Coming and going
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Supermarket shelves
Global brands assemble;
Mini United Nations
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Morning kung-fu
Martial arts dance;
Healthy self-defense
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Mirror image peeps
Self-realization stare;
Grey hair and wrinkles
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Leon Enriquez
31 August 2014
Singapore
Truth has a way
To greet fond spell;
Beauty flowers
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Magic moments
Joy in sweet smiles;
Floral bright blooms
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Cheer comes to call
Another milestone;
Change brings memories
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Touch of delight
Frosted cream cheese;
Lemon zest cake
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Cocoa ecstasy
Chocolate ganache cake;
Heavenly bliss
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Espresso moment
Caffeine swirl;
Fragrant brown brew
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Old news vendor
Weathered street stall;
Sleepy fatigue droops
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Playground chatter
Maids on parade;
Child care commotion
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One year now
Death anniversary;
We miss you
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Precious moments
Still figurines speak;
Lovely silence swirls
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Old man sits
Alone by this walkway;
Wanders about
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Barely two
Curious Eurasian boy;
Darting eyes query
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April moon glow
Humid dry heat;
Touching tangent
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My darling sleeps
Murmurs and smiles;
Sweet dreams percolate
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Crazy overtones
Squirrel racing zigzag;
Massive tree trunk tracks
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Sit still now
Word fragments arrive;
Haiku sojourn
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Piece by piece
Part by part;
Soul stirrings sum
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Two retired souls
Mundane humdrum;
Afternoon matinee
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Leon Enriquez
24 April 2016
Singapore
A field of angry faces fume
with mouths agape as spittle flies
from lips best used for other tasks.
Upon the green , the rolling lawn of angst,
demonstrators wave paper placards.
Group A never nearing Group B.
Flags drape the bandstand packed
with pomp and politicians give lip-service
to the trodden rights of man.
Unequal, but present, women, fe-males
present themselves in all manner of vehicles
from stroller to walker to wheel chair, we are here.
For one hundred years, we have been ‘given’
the ‘right’ to own property,
but still
our labor is worth less.
Un-joined, un-backed,
if alone, many are left
in the ranks of the poor.
A field of angry faces fume
no child care, no child left behind,
inadequate health care, still we struggle on
in the twenty-first century,
where politicians preen and prance
and misuse our votes.
The divide ever present,
our ranks rife with unrest,
our creative powers used to shackle us
given only lip-service.
Still, we will prevail.
Dear Franklin St. Four,
We have not met
but, no,
I'm not hoping to take money
or assets
away from you.
Quite the contrary.
Your rental building,
with four residential second and third floor units
above a first floor store front
is for sale--
and the seller knows nothing about this communication.
You could buy your building together
for no more
than your current rents--
probably somewhat less.
I'm hoping you will decide to buy your homes together
and repurpose your shared first floor space
for a Cooperative Dreamers Cafe
with child care during the day
and after-EcoSchool interns
for healthy cooperative evening recreation,
skill-sharing,
writing and song and dance,
ecotherapy repair and design and entertainment projects,
permaculturally designed
to share in this
your cooperative ZeroZone CoHousing Cafe.
Why would I care?
What's in this for me?
I am a retired Permaculture Designer
recently relocated to Norwich
and certified to mentor Green STEM projects.
I'm looking for ways I can help,
especially in your town center area
and especially now that I don't need to charge fees
for facilitation
of cooperatively-owned health and nutrition integrity projects.
So, if you are interested,
I would recommend
reading Permaculture Opera,
which will tell you far more
than you might truly care to know
about my family and me
and our therapeutic journey into this great transitional day
and cooperative-growing time.
If you buy it
on amazon.com
then my royalty share
will help support this project
should you all four choose
to move cooperatively forward.
But, I can also loan you a copy
or you can read all in it
and far more
for free
at www.gdill52.com.
With springtime hope
and resonant regard,
Gerald 0-Liver, PDC, MPA, MDiv
Every month he cuts and styles your hair
She delivers your paper in darkness when you are not there
He mows your lawn and trims the grass' edges
She plants your flowers and shapes the hedges
She vacuums your carpets and mops your wood floors
She takes care of your children when you're out of doors
The barber, delivery person, landscaper and florist
The cleaning lady, child care specialist, and so many more of us
We take care of what you're too busy for throughout the year
What would life be like without us if we just disappeared?
When Cradle Fails
This is a piece of scandalous news, bound to ruffle more than just feathers..
A breaking story such as this, human interest and sympathy are very much raised…
With a damning picture of a child lying within an inverted crib that clearly imprisoned…
The natural exuberance and spirit of a hapless child who suffers this indignity in silence..
O where are the guardians of the children, O how did it come down to such a base level…
When a child’s crib is horrendously turned upside down in order to imprison the child…
When none are watching, when the coast is clear, what other atrocities are done..
Hapless children, handed over to a designated child care centre by loving parents..
Going by a horror story, to have peace and quiet and to do away with squalling children…
Food and drinks are laced with sedatives to give a hideous twist to the popular expression..
The innocent children, they sleep the deep sleep of the innocent here in a child centre…
I wonder, the sleeping child in the inverted crib, is it another case of sleeping drug at the centre…
Reading the news, blessed is the individual who has drawn attention to this child care centre…
Being a government sponsored initiative, heads must rolled and reprimands are in order…
Lackadaisical attitude and negligence in duties must be duly rewarded with harsh penalties…
For the welfare of the innocent children, away from the loving eyes of the busy loving parents..
Who else do we trust, or do loving parents be blissfully ignorant until when the cradle fails…
http://www.thestar.com.my/news/nation/2016/03/18/caged-and-neglected-claim-kids-allegedly-mistreated-at-welfare-home/
It is difficult to doubt a mother's care.
But in terms of medical sciences,
is she aware?
as I step back in time
and again you come into my mind
When I was your wife
and we lived in Koppel PA
it was a wonderful life
as I step back in time
you love playing your country music
all the time
some days I though I'd
lose my mind
as I step back in time
it seem unreal you have
been gone 10 years ago today
I keep you in my memory ever so close
you never seem to fade away
I was married to you for 25 years
what can I say
as I step back in time
I work in child care
you as a Boss at the medical center
it was a wonderful life
we did share
as I step back in time
today I remember when we
said our I do
and all the things in our
life we went through
but I would not be where I am
if I never had met you,
As I step back in time
Aug. 16 2004 my husband jerry passed away
so I write this poem and to share
but mostly to show jerry even though
he gone I still care.
Jody removed one shoe, one sock,
Dangled her foot over the dock;
With foot in the water,
while picking her nose,
Along came Crawdaddy
who plucked off her toes.
From the series "Lucifera's Questionable Child Care Poems and Stories."
SPECIAL AGENT LEROY HEIMBACH HE BABYSAT FOR MY FOUR CHILDREN WHILE SPECIAL AGENT PAULA BRAND INSTALLED THE WIRES ON MY UNBORN CHILD LEROY WAS THE SUPERVISOR I HAD TO CARRY OUT HIS DUTIES I AM BLESSED HE TOOK MY KIDS TO THE BEACH SINGING MY GIRL NO GREATER LOVE HE WAS AN AWESOME FATHER HE HAD FIVE KIDS HIMSELF I FELT MY KIDS WERE SAFE THIS HELPED ME GO INSIDE HOSTAGE SITUATIONS BUYING WEAPONS AND DRUGS FROM JUNK SICK OFFICERS AND MAKE IT BACK FINNY TODAY FBI SUPERVISOR BABY SITTING MY FOUR KIDS IT WAS LIKE HAVING CHILD CARE WHILE BEING AN INFORMANT I COULDN'T WORK IF MY KIDS WEREN'T SAFE SORRY FOR MY IMPOSTER TAKING ADVANTAGE OF SPECIAL AGENT LEROY HEIMBACH LEAVE HIM ALONE YOU WERE BREAKING IN MY HOME LEROY HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THAT TAKE NOTES YOU EILL NEVER EVER CLONE ME JAMAICAN TALIBAN IDENTITY THIEVES RACKETEERING EXTORTING EMBEZZLING VETERANS AND THEIR DISABLED FAMILIES I WAS BLESSED LEROY WAS THIER I WAS HIS BACK UP TODAY MY WAR HEROR GOT MY BACK SPECIAL AGENT LEROY HEIMBACH IS FISHING NOW THINKING ABOUT ME TELEPATHIC BEHAVIOR ANALYST HE TAUGHT ME TO DO HIS JOB WHILE HE PLAYED WITH MY CHILDREN YOU ARE A DOMESTIC TERRORISTS IDENTITY THIEVES SPECIAL AGENT LEROY HEIMBACH NEVER BROKE INTO MY HOME FOR IMMUNIZATION RECORDS TO KILL MY INFANT HE SAT DOWN WITH MY CHILDREN AND I WE HAD LEMONADE AND TEA HE WOULD NEVEER PUT ME IN HARMS WAY LEAVE HIM ALONE JHORE YOU'VE KILLED ENOUGH MEN YOU WILL NOT HARM MY WAR HERO STAY AWAY FROM MY DISABLED FAMILY YOUR SOUL SHALL BE SWALLOWED UP BY THE LION OF JUDEA HAILE SELASSIE THE LION SHALL PUR AT MY FEET JUST HE DID THAT BEAUTIFUL DAY YOUR RASTA ANDREW PERISHED AT MY FEET I WATCHED THE LION OF JUDEA SWALLOW HIS SOUL AS HE TRIED TO CRAWL SLIDING LIKE SERPENT COVERED IN BLOOD THAT'S WHEN THE GUNMAN SAW HIS SOUL SCREAM HE JUMPED FROM THE TRUCK AND PUT FOUR MORE SLUGS IN HIS BACK HIS SHOE SHOT OFF HIS FEET NOW I SHOOT YOUR SOUL HAILE SELASSIE RASTAFARIAN LION OF JUDEA DON'T YOU EVER CROSS MY PATH AGAIN