Best Crib Poems
there's a little dog that's laughing
at a cow jumping the moon
and a cat playing a fiddle
on the wall of a bright room
where a mobile's hanging silent
waiting patiently to turn
like the pages on the bookshelf
that proclaim it's fun to learn
and there's a bible on a small crib
with its cross depicting love
for a child born sadly sleeping
into arms of those above.
Trump's Crib
Trump's tank
Thinks blanks
10/31/17
I've passed this way many a day
and wondered as I strayed;
Who had opened, what had filled
the gap within the crib's dark bay.
The opening small in the wall
at once so spare yet alluring
with tilted sides and gap toothed maw
which now held field mice burrowing.
The boards of red once formed a bed
for stored feed of golden maze,
these cedar shingles had sheltered
the abundance of by gone days.
The farm's gone now, no fields, no cow
long past its youth, its heyday
housing only bitter sweet and
memories of corn cobs and play.
Yet, here it stands, as I go by,
and so quietly it brings to me;
the lingering joy of laughter
the faint echoes of jubilee.
The baby in her crib singing sweetly,
Soft high-pitched tones ascending from her room,
Beget smiles to all in her family.
Her gift, prized more than a precious heirloom.
Unknowingly she blessed her family.
Each morning at dawn beautiful tones rang.
She played with her toys while singing carefree.
That is when insight to grandmother sprang.
There is noise without family prayer,
It abounds with boisterous boys around.
Adults auspiciously keep order there.
But, sometimes, peace of heart cannot be found.
Quiet walking seems to never take place.
In the morning outside beauty astounds.
When day’s rushing starts the race from Earth’s grace,
This baby shows the way, sharing love’s sound.
1/2/2017
Christmas memory
reminders activated
by ancestral crib
heads full of endless thoughts
as our hearts are in knots
parties of one grew sky high
bride and groom caught in a lie
little ones will never come
drowning our lives in boredom
RATTLE
BATTLE
Aug. 21, 2021 for 'A BRIAN STRAND 2 to 5 line ' Poetry Contest
Let each one of us prepare a crib to welcome Jesus in his heart,
Thus
We could learn to love one another and would stop living apart!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
24 December 2022
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MERRY CHRISTMAS TO EVERY FELLOW POET AND HIS FAMILY!
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My Fair Lady Lidja--disquiet--sigh
Limit thine opinions, my Lord Miltrose,
Thy intent fails midst tardily shadows
Albeit findeth tis aid satisfy
Ahh! My Lord Sir Gilroy, tis nice surprise
Twill thine fair milieu idle pitched moist lips
Delivery thrills with a smile post scripts
Admittedly the id did simplify
A lady said the incident eclipse
Ships neither sink nor swim in tranquil Springs
Flights robins and whipper-o-willow wings'
Claims to an anointing gift rectify
Blessings of an innocent child ... heartstrings
Mildly midst millennium ... a voice sings ...
“My Lord’s-in-waiting, beseech thy favor
an ear and harken of woven words will
of a lifetime breathes I, here and now,
True Lord in Waiting in time and place
for us to be … somewhere, someplace,
… for all time."
Ricky really wants to be a rich kid
He’ll live in a castle, big and purple
The giant swimming pool filled with rubber ducks
There will be a secret underground room
It will be filled with endless really cool toys
Ricky’s gonna soak in a big hot tub
The castle will be called his special crib
There will be free concerts by Rap artist
There’ll be birthday parties that never end
He will drive fast cars on his private track
© Copyright G. Jones 2008
Author’s Note: This was a conversation I recorded from speaking with one of my
sixteen year old autistic high school students I work with. I created a poem from
his words and presented it to him. He said, nobody had ever written anything for
him before. It hangs now on the wall in our special school room. He and I are
very proud.
Little kids who go to bed
Very often wake up dead
Around their necks the blankets wrap;
While they sleep, their necks go, "Snap!"
Wake up choking in the night
Find the blankets tied on tight
Yank and pull the awful noose
Die because you can’t get loose.
From the ongoing series Lucifera's Questionable Daycare Poems & Stories.
It's sad to say but we're pathetic today; cuz we're
childishly crying at the crib
We're screaming, and shouting and drooling at the mouth.
I swear we all need bibs.
Tear stained faces contorted and grimly unsorted; that
mindfully should be hid.
Aren't shunned in rooms to rid, but in plain sight and
"unrightfully" out in the mid
Where ration should be; with raw emotions stand we __
boldly in its stead.
To act with restraint would've actually been noble, but
a tantrum is what we did.
"But Takers are forsakers, and giving to those fakers
can be more than givers can take"!
We are not amusement for you to play with___ but of those
you should not toy or kid.
Good riddance to you and an unhappy farewell is the one
true thing we could bid.
Hit the door; for you're neither friend nor foe, but
merely unfinished poorly formed dough.
We had good notion to be in high motion; and completely
out of rears.
What happened today was uncalled for, and the absurdity
of all my years.
I never thought that something of this sort could bring
on such bouts of tears.
Yet gracious enough it's limit draws near, as warm
thoughts do appear.
Out from the wonderful voice of cheer; and all its
other peers.
To beckon us__ bring on those smiles and lift those tight
wrinkled chins.
As this day closes and comes to an end, we can't let
gloom and sorrows win.
But be inclined to bide our time with better things
__in mind.
So Let us calm our nerves and think of all thats'
preserved __as the crackers and red wine is served.
Alas! we settled us down and had a second go round
til we uttered not a sound.
What gotten into us; must have gone stir crazy,
or completely out of our heads.
To be hooping, hollering, and galloping like horses
up here; crying at the crib.
My friend said her little darling pulled himself up in his crib.
I told her she's lucky for mine’s older and can crawl back in.
But mine doesn’t like being lonely and brings another friend.
Not in my house I say… as he tries to sneak her up the stairs.
Friends with benefits he called it… as I sent him away to school.
Perhaps there at College they’ll teach that missing golden rule.
My hubby’s favorite crib is in the living room, at night, you see…
He relaxes with a blanket while watching late nighttime TV.
He says you can’t go to bed too early, for that is only for the old.
So I wake him up at midnight and that seems just right, I’m told.
But don’t think I’m complaining… For I’m surely not…
I fall asleep on the couch next to him before my show is out.
And when I usher him up to bed… I usher me up, too.
After all we’re not old folks… We can stay up late like you…
My father came to visit and met me nap per nap…
Now that really began to worry me… For I’m not that old yet!
When he heard me say it… He told me, “He’s not old at all”…
So I got him a lazy boy recliner, and he watches TV late, so bold.
Now I usher my hubby, me, and my father up to bed, late every night.
We all seem perfectly content to ignore all the years that we’ve got.
Why at midnight you may ask? …My excuse is the nighttime shows.
For you see... we seem to wake up as off the air they go.
There once was Glenda with slippers to share.
Dorothy liked better Prada devil’s pair.
She ducked behind Oz’s curtain
To do what is uncertain,
But the Lion put a crib in his lair.
Just chilling in my zone and I'm home alone
got me in the zone
man it used to be a blast from my past when peeps did rap
now a days they given me a heart attach
got these freaks in my sheets on the edge of my peak
the bounce of the ounce & I take this sucker higher
blown up in full desire
when I look in the mirror my face is getting clearer
sound the alarm cause my smoke got no filter
it used to mean something when you pray
today you insist it ought not be that way
can't even dismiss this earthly bliss with a time well spent in thought
one of Grandmaster Flash's own gets busted for murder
is it ain't no wonder we got to much time on our hands
now I can stand on my own two feet
while the earth crumbles this is no place no meet & greet
In my crib you can really rest
While the crazy world outside is in some kind of test
I write my raps on a crystal sleeve
knocking you to your knees as busy as a bee
on the flip side squeeze
chewing the tobacco so sound the alarm
got bones full grown as in a fat blunt
the chunks a little runt & it smells like a skunk
in the business of rap you got to go in for the kill
many sit back and take a chill pill
let us no for sure what's the deal
Yeah my crib is a second heaven
not a one stop shopping event at your local seven eleven
hit me with fat beats that jump
got junk in my trunk smoking fat blunts
take a walk with me through the passage of time
heros can be so fake & blind
now i'm done with this rhyme & that's fine