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Warm Winds of Wisdom

Upon a drunken path I seemed to be confronting doom
Upon my shoulders I seemed to be carrying a cloud of doom
There I fell crumpled and spiritually shattered
Coddling a heart beaten and battered

Lonely pleas of mercy escaping me
Trembling inside
Begging to be free

Warm winds of wisdom sweeping me away as New York Swagga approached with a smile
Whisperin', "Let's talk for awhile"
I reached out in cautious distress
Circumstance being our first test
His open ears and honest eyes being my beacon of light
His warrior mentality kept me safe that night

Warm winds of wisdom loved me until I could love myself
Warm winds of wisdom dusting off my heart and removing it from its lonely shelf
Nurturing loyalty shaping me
Chivalrous compassion guiding me to the girl I can be
Within warm winds of wisdom I have grown
Within warm winds of wisdom I have found a place I am proud to call home

From the streets to the sky
There be not one reason to cry
Upon a drunken path all seemed lost
My soul had been sacrificed at the highest cost
A feeble prayer was all i could say
Whirling warm winds of wisdom forever blessed me that day

From stumbling to sobriety
From cynical to serenity
From fear to everlasting sanction
My life today has exceeded every expectation
Categories: coddling, hope, me, heart, prayer,
Form: Free verse

Premium Member The Stars Are Black Tonight

The stars are black tonight
they understand this indigo grief
to honor you they dip their crowns 
into the ink well of infinity...

The stars are black tonight
mood pared by garish green
even the sun tastes of old dried blood
a heart wedged between tide and reef
the stars are black tonight my love.

Will I ever embrace the grace of truer days, 
you coddling a nearly dead beloved pet
or giving your time to that raggedy gent... 
the thickest of your defenses
stripped of all veneer..
the stars are black tonight 
the stars are black tonight my dear.

This night lies, queerly tilted in mind
I've dreamt of you in thorny places
that I'd never care to seek nor find
I'd much rather go completely blind
the stars are black tonight my shine.

I imagine your skin kissing the cold earth
rain waters tickling that red kelp hair
swaying to the drum beats blight
of the final rest there's no respite
the stars are black tonight my blight
the stars are black tonight.
Categories: coddling, angst, death,
Form: Free verse

Premium Member Rituals

I sleep with yawning windows
Under blankets of a coddling breeze
To ensure some honesty in God

I sleep with active lamps 
Where bulbous dreams can swell 
Un-shaded by the restraints of vanity

I sleep in the suit of a newborn admitting all 
My secrets divulged in prayer should I pass
So I may leave with the same purity I came in with 
 
I rise to partake in all while eyes are open 
 Knowing I can never miss a nuance
Until the daytime phoenix blinks
Categories: coddling, dedication, repetition,
Form: Triolet

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry


Shasta Daisy Mark Ii

One
plant,
Shasta
Daisy, owns
such easy beauty—
belies it's enduring nature. 

Needs no coddling; infiltrates, sprouts boldly year on year.

Tall, erect, flaunts pure white petals around a golden center; resists hungry 
insects. 

Wizard of plants, Luther Burbank, absorbed fifteen years to make the purest 
white color he loved; breeding, crossing, combining four— perfection.

Bend down— look: brilliant white petals, neon yellow center in a spiral nautilus 
whorl, all on a stout green stalk. How many petals? A perfect thirty four?  She 
loves me, she loves me not—count for yourself. Maybe average.
Categories: coddling, beauty, math, nature,
Form: Fibonacci

Premium Member The Old Lady In the Shoe

The Old Lady In The Shoe
November 22, 2013 at 5:57pm
Dedicated to all my children around the world;
 
The big and small of it.
Some appreciate the little
things that encourages
them to do big stuff.
 
Some  won't say anything,
because they never
get enough.
 
N'ary a second thought they give.
Some think they are entitled to it
and know not of reciprocation.
 
Some think that they should always
be the center of your attention.
Some children you can
doat on, and give them
all you've got.
 
Then there are
those to who will never
reach out to offer invitation.
Never lend a helping hand
To execute your plans,
It's selfishness
that  guides them
because they love you not.
 
Some children want to be heard
others just wanna be seen
but the unappreciative child
won't amount to a hill of beans.
 
Some children need a little push
while others need a shove
mothers can never tell a child
Which one who best she loves
When mothers see these attitudes
She knows which child
will pass life's test.
 
Some play in the corner
day-dreaming all alone
Some children keep
lots of company;While
others have one friend
that is all his own.
 
The one you devote
your time to
may not be the child
that does his best.
Some children need you more-
Some children need you less.
 
But the child that won't say
" thank you" mom....
and never listen to advice
is the ones that breaks
a mothers heart,and
discounts her sacrifice.
 
Some children need a little push
while others need a shove.
Some need a swift
kick in the pants
or maybe a wake up call;
Others just need
a little coddling:
But never does a child
deserve no love all 
 
Just remember the old lady
who lived in the shoe..
She had so many children...
They said "she didn't
know what to do."
 
Mothers learn your child,
try to give each what he needs
The one that appreciates
their mother is...
more likely to succeed. 
 
 
footnote : original version
There was an old woman who lived in a shoe.She had so many children, she didn't know what to do;She gave them some broth without any bread;Then whipped them all soundly and put them to bed.
 
 
Earlier version:
 
There was an old woman Who lived in a shoe,She had so many children,And loved them all, too.She said, "Thank you Lord Jesus,For sending them bread."Then kissed them all gladly and sent them to bed.
Categories: coddling, caregiving, children, mother, ,
Form: Enclosed Rhyme

Stingray

STINGRAY

She took you for a ride on the wild side
Taking you through bushels and thorns
You endured the pain of the splinter and shrubs
Swerving through highways and by ways
U-turning to where disaster resides

She played foul
Destroyed all things beautiful
She’s unworthy and incapable of love

Her resolution was prostitution
Joy was her pain
Coddling crack…fondling cocaine

Stingray flowed through your urine
Foulness exhumed from her bob wired lips
Soiled and contaminated love endurance
Of this alleged relationship

Jaws of death clutching your humanity
Finalizing your mortality
Destruction ahead…your totality

You held on to the baggage
Of your broken heart and shattered dreams
And then to me you brought the excrement
Left over’s from your damaged relationship

This being why
I reside in this demise
You should have buried the bones
That destroyed your soul

Now you’ve compromised
The road less traveled of you and I
Categories: coddling, betrayal, break up, relationship,
Form: Dramatic Verse


The Circle of Life

The fog of dull moist clouds cloistered Earths hills

rolling slowly quietly assured with December’s presence 
uncovering the steal bleakness of chills
the grey fox sought the superlative time stalking
hunting, one catch, the hare eating thorns, is captured
~
All rests except the fox, and the hawk that swoops prey
and beautiful it seems to carolers that dream
pictured on Christmas Cards sleighing coupled in hay
but the hunted sigh as the singers pass by
ignoring the innocent life in the forest by night
really wintery rest is not what it seems
~ 
The white witch cursed the greens for 3 months
laughing, she pointed t’wards the fox and the hare
the hawk she invites on her evening animal hunts
while the fox, hiding and embarrassingly shares
dear rabbit if only there was another way to convey
my condolences and my fondness, for you, today
~ 
The fawn born in grey thicket that night
a hunter was on track for a meal, of the carnivores type
deep in silence, bitter coldness, that eve less bright
their faces showed meanness,  sickeningly alarming
hungry for killing the innocent and without any lament
the damp floors lined with twigs and leaves sent
~ 
warning there are trespassers entered our forest
and without invitation, the hawk soared forewarning
the dove in turn echoes cooing which entered space
of ears the fox alarming, the furry rabbit crosses into the thicket
noosing the doe and the fawn warmed coddling
stay within this eve the thicket safe from guns
~ 
the hunter’s love winter’s and the innocent blood
And the white witch carries on until spring
stay here little doe while your mother brings the cud
the sleet drizzling rains seem never to bring
peace within the forest it seems
and life circles around the fox and the hare
and the buzzards that hunt the carcass from the air
~


©2016 Bonnie Jennings. All Right's Reserved
Categories: coddling, earth, imagery, life, nature,
Form: Free verse

Pieces

I found her again
Broken into naked pieces
Scattered to the heavens
Offered for redemption

There were faded footprints
Echoes of embers' flight
Burned vestiges 
Night's pillaged light

I felt love’s ruin
Ashes eating Eden’s seed
Flickering barbs of sacrifice
Life's stillborn dreams

There was still hope
Clinging to blackened feet
Coddling one another
Beneath quivering sheets

I found her again
Midnight makeup bled
I touched her weeping hand
As I knelt beside her bed
Categories: coddling, friendship, life, love
Form: Narrative

Kaalnek Kuiken Is Gone

Two Fridays ago, a fowl thief 
Ruled over hearts, pets, relationships
Broke in (burglary) during my absence
Took Mr. Five (her half- brother) for his unearned pot
I just pray Kaalnek, our baby & pet, was not
Twice victim of a teen thief, safe in my hood
Why? The questions in south Africa, coddling crime

II: We forgive but Justice is the LORD'S:
 
Please join my miracle prayer, Kaalnek yet lives. The thief was trying to sell a chicken 4 days after the theft. I do surrender to God's will in thus matter, too 
Amen. Shalom, shalom

P.S. Neighbors disclosed the thief, Jojos, son of Man-man, a shebeen owner or homebase alcohol seller. I did give chase when folk pointed Jojos out to me, but he got away. A police report has been filed
© Anil Deo  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: coddling, 12th grade, africa, america,
Form: Free verse

Who We Are

Who we are begins at birth,
Our DNA a start,
But every soul upon the earth
From others stands apart.

Our personalities are there
From when we take a breath,
Remaining with us everywhere
'Til we succumb to death.

The quiet, shy, rambunctious, rude,
The introvert, the prankster,
The one who has an attitude,
The serious, the gangster...

Show early glimpses to the world
Of who they are inside
And as the years become unfurled,
Such truths they cannot hide.

Though nurture has its own effect,
Experience as well,
Not coddling or, worse, neglect,
Can break that magic spell.

Genetics and the dash of luck,
Or lack of it, we've got
Create the traits with which we're stuck,
Both liking them or not.
Categories: coddling, people,
Form: Rhyme

Faith

The barren feed the barren,
and empty hearts a like in manner seek 
to satisfy a sadness, stuck deep 
within the marrow of the meek.

They blame the cheerful, and cast
them far beyond their realm of consciousness,
while coddling the joyless with sorrows 
that would spoil true happiness.

Faith will master self-deception,
reduce to ash the flame
of ruinous self-interest, and sow 
the seeds of gladness once again.
Categories: coddling, inspirational,
Form: Quatrain

Streets of Waste

Addiction takes on many disguises
You feel left alone with your own vices
Yet, you don’t think there is a problem
Which is the problem you can’t see
Once your family was willing to help
Now you’re trapped in a grim reality.

On the outside, you’re lost and alone
But not always lonely and left on your own
Since the street rats only gnaw at you
When the mean green is flowing
Though sadly most days,
There’s barely even a showing.

Out on the streets, it’s cold
Still down the broken pavement, you strolled
Always looking for the next fix
It’s the comfort of the fix that keeps you going.
But it’s your own life
In the trash, you are throwing

Mom and Dad were partly to blame
As a child, they treated you crippled and lame
It was nature vs. nurture
And nature had the upper hand
So tough love is what you needed
Not coddling and kisses as planned.

Mental help you should have received
But it was hard for our parents to believe
Their only son was less than perfect
And the reasons never ended
Bad eyes and complexion to name a few
And no girlfriend as originally intended.

And you certainly had your own excuses
Genetic inheritance, so everyone uses
Our paternal family likes their alcohol
And your favorite bands partied hard
Your heroes died at such a young age
Which really should have left you scarred

My misguided brother, I haven’t a clue
Now a simple question I must ask you
Why didn’t I fall into the same trap
For our families are one and the same
Is it because deep down inside
You also believe you are crippled and lame 

*I wrote this poem on April 10, 2021, as part of a ’30 days of poetry’ challenge. This was day 10 and the prompt was: Write a poem about a sibling.  Since I only have one brother, I wrote it about him. It’s a poem that was pretty hard for me to write. I wish my brother would seek the help that he desperately needs.
Categories: coddling, addiction, dad, dark, drug,
Form: Rhyme

Trust

How can I trust again?
Your corporal act to pretend.
I've weaved my recluse
Coddling my spirit away
Their is a hypocrite
I am prey.
Intertwined with survival and dilemma
My heart cries out, bless my mind
And be aware.
Speaking of you I'd rather swear.
Categories: coddling, betrayal,
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Dear Tapan

Dear Tapan.... 

I find myself hoping that you'll stay a friend
In whatever venue you happen to end
Though demons get high marks in your repertoire
The one who serves God Sir is really the star

The thrill of Saint's insight to me is a blast
And high jinks of demons a boring repast
Success is not virtue but reward of Grace
The goal of my life is a smile on God's face.

For tearing down things is a walk in the park, 
The coddling of evil a big question mark
To understand God is the Saint's only 'biz, '
Rejecting man's pride to give praise to what IS!

Brian Johnston
August 9,2014

Poet's Notes:
A poetic response to a letter from Dr. Tapan Kumar Pradham on Poemhunter.com. See original unexerpted letters on Poemhunter's web site at PH: Writing Poetry: Open Letter #B. This exerpt of Tapan's letter is reprinted with permission.
Categories: coddling, poetry,
Form: Rhyme

She Sleeps In Dreams

She is
 sallow-skinned, salacious, seductive beauty,
  secure, safely sequestered in seclusion;
   sinking, shaking, shattered, submerged 
self-contained, self-centered in selfless solitude
 
she sleeps, 
 a slip of a slenderized, spindly silhouette 
  silenced in the stillness of somberness, sinless seer,
   savoring simplistic, soothed in shadowy shades of night.

she teeters titillated,
 transparent in tranquil twilight,
  twinkling tangibility, a trembling in tenacious transition,
   thoughtful trepidation, turning trophies to tantalizing treasures.

She exists
 exaggerated expose' of effortless excised evenings
  effused in embellished effervescent eloquence,
   edgy enamored edicts, elated egotistical empowerment,

she wanders wistfully
 where the wonders of a whirlwind wanting world waits,
  wrapping wordsmithing into whimsical warbled wakings,
   wishful wisdom with warm-hearted whistlings of womanhood;
 
she clutches
 coddling childlike care, carvings cast and chastised 
  in cumulous clouded circles, cohesive cycles 
   of confident contented cerebral communion;

she dances
 drifting in decreed danglings, dark, dangerous, delicious
  purple plagued palettes of perceptive pewtered perfection 
   lavender lust, listless languishing lucid, luminous lilies, 
there at last, she finds 
  inner evolution, deepest peace, lasting rest
and so 
 she sleeps within her dreams.
© DM Babbit  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: coddling, allegory, word play,
Form: Personification
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