Best Firstborn Poems
It haunted me
Sedated me
Morning, noon and night
It blurred my sight.
Invisible to everyone
I was bogged by steam and fog
You could say I felt giddy
I was somebody, hidden by
Traumas barging in, and
Muted by old school sayings
Green stilled my mind
Though smooth chocolate was I.
The smell of salt and Sea
The sight of pastels on canvas of sky
Those fishermen casting nets, dawn and eve
The sound of seagulls fishing
The Caribbean Sea was near, yet foreign.
I was lone virgin, when
I called you forth as friend
Together, we'd strum cords of life
Surely, we would learn wrong from right.
I would love the color blue again
And savor perfume from wild flowers
And sea breeze
And share with you my past;
Each limit of view I knew.
Never again would I ingest loneliness
My future I'd share with you, my friend
I felt it in my bones.
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My Dearest Child,
I fell in love with you,
from even before you were born.
You were the cutest little baby -
You were my firstborn
I can't wait to walk with you,
Each step of the way,
I love to watch you growing up,
To see you bloom day by day
You make me proud,
When you always try your best,
You just never give up,
Until you've mastered each test.
I love you dearly,
I love you true,
You mean the world to me,
And these are my wishes for you:
I wish you health,
I wish you peace,
I wish you wealth
that will never seize.
I wish you courage,
I wish you strength,
I wish you patience,
Beyond earthly lengths.
But above all,
I wish you wisdom and love,
In short,
I wish you Beautiful Abundant Blessings from Above!
Al my Love!
Mom
if all you can do
is watch birds
and wonder how they fly
and wish you could free
the one caged in you
in the dark paths
of your being
then the only urge
your mind will hand to you
from pure instinct
will be to
stretch out your hand
out into the stars
and let the moon
read your palms
and trace your life
following the beat
of your heart
live free
within the four walls
of your heart
and never peek outside
because the wind out there
is toxic
it burns the lungs
and eats through the veins
until the walls around you crumble
and you stand out
in the open, naked
for the world to see
Remember, that little voice
in your head
is right, once again
you need to play it
over and over again
until your head spins
in the right direction
and until the fog has cleared
One day in my dreams
II promised God
I'd never tell you about love
but its imperative that
that promise, becomes the only one
that I pretend to never
remember making just so
I can say to you
love is simple
but we complicate it
with all that we dress it in
Here I am, not able to understand
the word it self
but attempting to write it down
hoping one day you will know
that your mother, selfless as she is
loved easily
and she defined her love
as giving, forgiving, living and giving
and that in all of those
she never took
because it never seemed enough
bu she,, had a big heart
with enough cheer to spread around
enough laughter to feed everyone
but her world fell silent
as the night crept in
bringing with it monsters
she feared the most
for her to face first hand
she could never tell the world
that she had a bruise
covered in cotton candy
the kind that melts each time
she smiled at her self
but child, I wish you never become
anything like her
so to state that
as a request to God
I will call you "Nhlanhla"
hoping for him to listen
to my pleas and help me
do the one thing
I most probably will be proud of
and for the first time
let me take happiness
out of life...
I loved you beyond the night
my heart stopped, ushering you forth
I loved you with every fiber of my being
leaving to be bread winner
I loved you with such closeness
you were fledgling beneath my arm pit
I, who loved you in pain and heartache
refused to give you up
Because I loved the way you stood
awakening life in me when I fell
I loved you, though I was green with youth
in my veins; the iris of mine eyes as small as my pupils
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What of those dreams that in our mind
Seek distant hopes and in them find
That love and life may be combined
Awakening, our thoughts commence
Become aware in sweet suspense
Of all that new life represents
For as the coming years unfold
Despite what history may mold
Remains a future yet untold
And so, in timid confidence
Of still unproven competence
Uneasily face providence
‘Til broaching wisdom born of birth
Exposes fundamental worth
Of all that’s meaningful on Earth
And in that moment of delight
To smile absurdly at the sight
When everything in life … is right
Apologies for not taking the time to do this right the first time.
Young Justin Trudeau who was just a kid,
Pranked Canada's secret service and hid,
Had told him not to be here,
Warned by his father Pierre,
Called, "Young prince is on the asteroid vid."
Date: 08/28/2019
My firstborn's face was ever beautiful,
and, try as it might, nothing will compare.
Its light has my heart--indisputable!
A blessing I try to share with great care.
With awe, I find new blessings in the air
I will--Aptly Indulge--the truth, with
self--Apply Inscribed--words that wills
from--Ageless Issued--passed down
via--Ancestral Inheritor's.--A Mother's
prayer,--Apostolic Intercessor--over
power &--Abolish Intruding--snipers of
reality.--Almighty Immune--me from
those--Always Iniquitous,--spitters on
prophesy,--Awards Injustice,--be wary
of this--Advancing Incursion--in mind's
full with--Attempting Insights--of Hi-Tech
designs--Algorithm Ingenuity--and form
of all,--'a i',--checker/plagiarizer. Beware
the claimant--Another I--it's NOT me.
What of those dreams that in our mind
Seek distant hopes and in them find
That love and life may be combined
Awakening, our thoughts commence
Become aware of real events
And all new life soon represents
Approaching wisdom born in birth
Exposes fundamental worth
Of all that’s meaningful on Earth
That as the coming life unfolds
Despite all history could mold
Remains a future yet untold
But now, with lacking confidence
In yet unproven competence
Impatiently face providence
Until that moment of delight
To smile absurdly at the sight
Learn everything of life … is right
July 30, 2018 Inspired by but submitted too late for
JOYS and TEARS of being AN EXPECTANT PARENT (mother-father)
Sponsored by: Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser
The firstborn poem kicks, emerges struggling
~ not so the second; it's chill
My first and only son,
Precious blood of my blood,
What can I give to you
To prepare you for this life?
There is so much I want to show you—
So many things to see, and hear, and feel,
So many thoughts to think, and words to speak;
So many ways to imagine and create
I want to teach you everything I know—
To be kind, humble, honest, and strong;
To believe in yourself, and always try your best,
No matter what you do
I want you to do the right thing, even when it’s hard;
To think for yourself, even if you’re wrong;
To follow your dreams, however unlikely they may seem,
And forge your own unique path
I want you to question everything—
To experiment and learn without shame or fear—
To turn dark corners of ignorance and hatred
Into beacons of knowledge and love
I want you to know that life is a rare gift
Billions of years in the making,
And that countless others have come and gone
Just to bring you here
I want you to know that time is fleeting,
With all its joys and heavy sorrows,
So that you will always feel gratitude
For everything you've been given
But most of all—I want you to be happy,
And share the joy you have with others,
So when your time on earth is done,
Your life will have been a force for good.
He watches, observes and loves with all his heart
Reservedly waiting to see reciprocation or active participation
Thinking, offering ideas for all to embrace,
Satisfaction to behold and a joy that floods his young face.
Considering others in wake of their pain
He goes the extra mile to ensure protection and such detailed accomplishment
While allowing others to make their own mistakes,
He reflects a sweet combo of trust and consideration.
together -alive,raised-up &seated with Jesus
Ephesians 2:4-7