Best Full Term Poems
A New Year celebration, a time for joy and cheer
Another chance to make things right
For all that failed last year
This year it will be different though; a resolution firm
No stopping after days or months
This time you'll go full term
With all the plans that have been made; resources stored away
Research has been completed
There's no time to stop and play
Get up! Get out and do it! Let nothing stop you now
Move past all obstacles in your path
You'll reach the end somehow
No more procrastination; stop wasting precious time
The goal is set - reach hard for it
It's going to work out fine
Just don't give up! Stay on the course; don't turn yourself around
The finish line is just ahead
And you will wear the Crown
Consider first the humble bees,
who do God's work upon their knees,
when nuzzling deep in dewy laps
and drinking deep of scented saps,
they softly spread the potent germ
that brings each rose to its full term.
So 'tis bees who seed that fragrant breed
that man's coarse nostrils can't but heed.
This brings us to a second thought,
which seems to be so deeply fraught
with portent for our universe.
Could God's intent be so perverse?
what number of bees do you suppose is
****ed when sucked up people's noses?
For Andrea's Show Me The Funny (part two)
~Time Ticking~
Dream of a vision that
can tap into your worst
days
to deprive you from
feeling vulnerable.
Save your life
to not hurt yourself
listen to
The ticking clock
A handle that reminds
you
Of the time
passing.
I had a dream so real
A man of ninety years
Sitting under a tree
In his own kingdom
Penned me his wisdom.
Ticking.
Happiness is not
a matter of chance
its a matter of choice
A soul can live
that beautiful
Dream
Flourishing
Awareness
To wake up
a shorter life
than
yesterday.
Changes that occur
are results of the
Passing time
Embark as a start
to watch a daylight
Heal your
bleeding wounds
If existing.
If you don't fly with
strong accomplishment
Your personality
Will be stuck
In what you know
unable to discover
what you don't know.
Search for
The moon when round
harvest a light to shine
Help you
Perform moment
To moment.
A dream in a vision
that wakes up with you
to move forward
Will grow in your depth
to become present
in time.
To live every day
in the same pattern
Is giving up on change
And the living moments
are shorter.
This is the moment
to be strong
seize that instance
Set yourself loose
even sense your sadness
walk to wait
for the midnight hour
Count your stars
Talk to them
tell them to be here
Tomorrow
When you come
back.
A dream in a vision
That can enlighten
The root of
unconsciousness
lighten up
your soul to
Touch the sky
no need
to predict
the unpredictable.
Leave your damages
behind to advance
your addictions
With a full term
memory
to implant that illusion
In your depth to
Breath life.
Create choices to
identify your
Image in the darkness
Silence is your pride
Change is your goal
Respect
is what you are
looking for.
That is
What makes
You
so special.
Therese Bacha
30 June 2013
She carried her for nine months.
Had pains and cravings through out.
But they never bothered her.
They were rubbed off by the excitement of knowing she is able to carry full term.
She was happy.
The father decided to abondon them.
She started to feel the pains she ignored before.
Drinking became a habit.
Hatred became her bestfriend.
She pulled herself together.
Found a new man,
Fell pregnant,
"Its a boy"
They were happy.
But the anger and pain were still there.
She eased them by beating her up for stupid little mistakes.
She started to treat them unequally.
To her; the boy was an egg
While the girl was just a donkey.
She was now 10years old,
Used to being forced to wake up at 4am.
"Wake up and get the child ready for school"
She goes back to sleep as soon as she sees her first born up
A 10years old bathing a 7year old child.
She was paying for the sins of her father.
She is now a street kid...
BY EZAR
I am seeing the lives of others faceing a path with out covers
Trying to survive without fathers
No love for one another cold is world with out guidance for boys and girls
Not knowing that they are jewels like diamonds and pearls
Dark or light course hair or curlers
They all need to see what life could be from the height of the heavens to depths of the seas
Years full term 360 degrees
Money well earned to supply their needs
Instead of guns to squeeze addicted to drugs like rats to cheese
Being taught false facts to please the masses blurred sight even with glasses
Believing their less than average
No positivity so they become stagnant
My heart cries for its more than tragic
Mind control music labeled as classic
Consumed by the youth seen though the action
A generation lost is the price of the cost
Saleing their souls only concerned about what to floss
Thinking that riches and wealth is the true boss
Don't they realize that Jesus died and shed blood for their lives on the cross
Different languages but the same perspective
On how the world is doing anything for the lights of show bizz
Even though they are blessed with seeds of greatness PEACE
If children are a blessing from God
Then why hasn’t He blessed me?
Could it be that I’ve written about His love
So unworthily?
I’ve seen young mothers, just teens they are
Brag about their abortion date
I saved myself for marriage
Am I the object of God’s hate?
Why is life, I’m asking now,
Why is it so unfair
He’ll give a child to everyone else
To all those who don’t even care
I don’t do drugs, or drink, or smoke
But I’m infertile anyway
I have served God for all of my life
Then me he decides to betray
Just one little baby, is it too much to ask
Is it too much for god to let be?
After I get to carry one full term
I promise to have a hysterectomy.
A little flight takes off nearby
Oops! It does not drift into the sky;
A tailor bird delves into the nest,
feeds the chicks, the food best
So whenever I step into my garden
I ask them "May I come in?"
Some babblers stare at me sullenly
Oh! They're aiding grownup kids fly.
Umpteen birds "Who's the mom?", I wonder!
"We live in community" they thunder.
So whenever I step into my garden
I ask them" May I come in?
Common crow butterflies glide in the air,
and seek their host plants everywhere;
Finalized the pink oleander as their host plant
Soon, a kaleidoscope of butterflies gonna enchant
So whenever I step into my garden
I ask them" May I come in?
White bubbles encroach the green grass
Bubbles emanate cracking, become like glass;
Oh! A big head with small eyes emerges,
garden lizard raises and starts to diverge
So whenever I step into my garden
I ask them" May I come in?
Squirrels scamper everywhere
Munias, hoard millet seeds from here
Bulbuls, busy eating the worms
Biodiversity works in full term
So whenever I step into my garden
I ask them" May I come in?
"I've lived too long," he ruefully said
As I was moving him to his last home.
"A respectable man would be dead.
My life is an obese, timed-out tome."
Truth lived in the old man's words.
He had reached the doddering age.
His brain shrunk to bird-like size--
A pity, he was once seen as a sage.
It's possible to outpace mortality's run
When body and mind come to naught.
But it isn't for us to declare "I'm done."
Valid moments may still be brought.
"What kind of moments?" he implored.
To live the full term God granted you.
It will be difficult but can't be ignored.
It's what Deity would have you do.
"With no quality of life, it's a sham.
It's senseless to endure such grief."
I opened a book picturing the Lamb,
And his face betrayed a sense of relief.
In His time you can bid this life adieu--
The ups and downs, the stress and strife.
Only then will you be thoroughly through.
Only then are you fit to turn in your life.
The ship was atoss on the ungallant sea
The swells took a toll as the hull strained and cracked
It would be fair time afore it sought the lee
With the slams and the pitching the ship could be wracked.
The foc'sle went down, the stern rose on high
And in the next instant the ship yawed aside
The water rushed in torrents, the Bo'sun heaved a sigh
If the hatches gave way, then woe betide.
The men on the watch were tied to their posts
The lookouts puked blood, the buckets were filled
They stood out limned as outworldly ghosts
Clamping teeth with their might, their bones fully chilled.
The wind was a-roaring, it blew off the 'rafts
The riggings danced the stays started steaming
The boats in the davits went banging abaft
The klaxons went wild as they started their screaming.
"Abandon ship" blared the hailer as the Cap stood on the bridge
And soon was heard a sound that all hoped never to hear
A tearing, a snap, a boom, for gone was the ridge
Of the keel gave up it's struggle unable to bear.
The Cap stood his post as his men jumped overboard
Wrote in his log in indelible ink
Today I commend these lost souls unto thee my Lord
At this lat and this long did my doughty ship sink.
Thus ends my tale of those souls lost at sea
Not uncommon to those whose sea-legs are firm
For a tough life's their lot unlike the land lubbery
I've denied Davy Jone's Locker, I have served my full term.
~04 Jun 2016~
Humanity is desperate for a taker
The archaic foundation is shaken and
Bitter worms are writhing from among the cracks
like a slow nightmare to overtake
mom's apple pie
Nature responding reaches its arms
to its Maker
With a plea traveling on stale wind
come back in this dark hour and see
the need for food and water
a reliable electrical source
Arms wrapped in tragedy see no color
Help is a word uttered only by the needy
Breathing a resuscitating breath that empowers the greedy
Opportunity its glass to the door
Enters with the ring of a bell
The lie approaching full term
has a nation on bed rest
while little green men stand ready to wet nurse
this idea with dissenter blood
This Vamp
This beast has the most intriguing
and beguiling of names
With trumpets and fanfare
This babe arises
NEW HOPE!
And with her the ages change
She plucks out your heart and leaves your eyes in
so you can watch her
She loves an audience and like a lustful perpetrator
She presses her pointy finger to your lips and says
Shhhh.... Don't you speak
If you move you die
When she is done she bandages your wounds
and goes on about how lucky you are
You've always been smarter than me John
There are your degrees
Your craft to make stretchy taffy of the truth
and set criminals free
BUT LOOK AT HER!
Naked post mortem pale
Piss drenched rats scurrying about her
Gnawing nudging prying her lips apart
Leaving a crap trail as they squeeze down her throat to
Feast on her heart(What a heart, the best there ever was)
So they can find their way out after they've gorged themselves on blood
You used to love her John.
She's a whore.
She's somebody's daughter, a mother to many.
For God's sake cover her body
Men in lab coats with a wave of inconvenience are summoned in
Their necks ebb and flow with inconspicuous snickering
Then everything stops suddenly
a pupil dilated hush covers the room
the silence surrendering to drops of drool wakening the frigid
Coroner's floor
You know who........ YOU KNOW WHO THIS IS!
Quick, get out your phones
Let's take a group selfie
You know who this is..... Don't you?
Her name starts with an A!
By Stanley Collymore
There’s more to parenting than being a mother
who, whether consciously or accidentally so,
conceives and subsequently delivers into
a world of uncertainty the helpless
infant she’s successfully carried
for its full term, with or minus
the physical presence, moral
or the financial support
of a biological father.
For true parenting primarily embodies
the inculcation of those essential values
which irrevocably prepare that once
fragile child for the robustness of
adulthood; and you Teri, tender
in years as evidently you are
yourself, seem to have
already detected and
truly mastered
that art!
© Stanley V. Collymore
5 January 2013.
February fourth nineteen ninety nine...
Signified birth of our second bundle of joy
whereby linkedin chromosomes betwixt
the missus and I intimately expressed ourselves
and me would alloy
courtesy meiosis the miracle
of human reproduction would deploy
distribution of genetic material.
Full term newborn occured
Suburban Mercy Hospital birthplace
(2701 Dekalb Pike, Norristown, PA 19401)
nine months after spermatozoon gave chase
to ovulating ova
(cue all around the mulberry bush...
pop goes the weasel),
the former latter did embrace,
where sonogram revealed inchoate face
courtesy yours truly burst into
singing amazing grace
adoring newborn exquisite
as finely wrought lace
a biological daughter frisson
snap, pop, and crackling within myspace
automatically, immediately, and ultimately
ingratiating special place
within mine heart of darkness.
No greater purposefulness
exists than to behold thee alive
bearing witness regarding thee
exiting thru birth canal ye did dip and dive.
Tethered to umbilical cord
analogous to astronaut
linkedin to mother ship
bobbing and weaving
once forced out the womb
thru metaphorical fjord
inconsolable offspring crying,
no matter papa implored
though nonreligious, nevertheless
ofttimes paradoxically invoking lord.
How quickly orbitz around the sun sped away
crawling and climbing in no time
atop highest ledge utmost goal without delay,
which might help explain
mine premature hairs of gray
and your dare devilish more frightening
than being hunted down courtesy janissary
(or so I imagine) above exaggeration, I may
beg poetic license and pray
ye anonymous reader enjoy
reading about our precocious Shay
(Hebrew for beautiful)
progeny, who though developmentally challenged
frequently ordinarily calm, cool and collected dada
uttering stronger epithet than oy vey.
Now, one score plus two years
astride planet earth ye attest
to mine wide eyed opened amazement
buzzfeeding, snapchatting and livingsocial
(shutterflying a pinteresting life)
more so than me at twenty two,
no matter I did detest
living under same roof as parents,
cuz yours truly felt like
most unwanted guest!
KAMIKAZI'S POEM
You were my baby, a gift, and I was so in love with you...
They say to love all your children the same, but that isn't possible to do.
Being older, counseling, risking my life to have you.
Having cervical cancer, they said Abort, to follow thru~we'd both die.
Because you were mixed, my mother said she'd disown me and made me try.
Went to appt, saw machine and it made me sick.
Got up and left, couldn't do it, that night felt your first kick.
I quit all drugs and drinking and carried you full term.
We'd be riddled w cancer, I'd hemorrhage, or in hell I'd burn.
With faith in God, had you natural, w Dawn and Cris at my side.
No mishap, no cancer, you were healthy and so beautiful that I cried.
Despite my mothers threats and racism, you were loved and accepted.
You say being mixed was hard, but you were popular and respected.
So cute and charismatic, you erased prejudice and bias.
You fit in and were favored by all who lived by us.
I loved you deeply and do even still.
A gift from God and your genetics, you have great passion and skill.
I'm sorry you hate me, say I failed you, and see me in worse possible light.
I gave you ten times more than was given me to make you alright.
Just remember who you were named for, and how you came to be.
You can hate me to death, but with your gift comes responsibility.
Please use it to teach, to lead, rise above bias, address racism, demand equality, change the world~ be the best God sent you here to be...
Your mother,
BambiLynn'14
Biological copulation draws Easter egg,
fecund gooey glommed gametes
heralding zygote
(adroit bitcoin currency)
describing extemporaneous fusion
generate hormonal influx
juices kickstarting life manifold
natural occurrence pregnancy quilts
rudimentary secrete tapestry
until vicar wizard yields
zealous adorable biological concatenation,
derivative extrapolated filigreed
Gonads heft, induce jointly knotted linkedin MineCraft
nascent occurrence
presaging quintessential reproduction, sharing third trimester,
umbilical venerated womb
yawping zee amazing baby, credit deoxyribonucleic acid,
enigma fantastically grand
husband injected jetted klatch, leaving microscopic nothings,
opportunistically pierced quarters, readied shutterfly trap,
uterus vibrantly welded
* * * * * * * * *
yoked zappa bun, cooked definitive enchilada,
formula generations hardy
induced jimmied kin, labored maternal newborn, one pricked queue,
randiness spurred testes ubiquitously, voyaged whimpering yelper
thence subjected to the royal treatment
whence reality inundates the full term offspring
upon a lifelong journey (initially as a foreigner sans in utero),
but willfulness viz life source secures survivor
against the pinging peccadilloes
learning by trial and error to iron out kinks
as one among the human league
since the modus operandi to transcend encumbrances
triggers built in impetus
to traverse poet tent shill pitfalls along
space/time continuum trajectory
which adversity only serves to net greater strength
since that instantaneous and spontaneous bitmap
encoded upon conception.
Armageddon wold be an amazing boon
to accompany ourselves amidst others in rubble strewn cocoon
or perchance an arid extra dry spell blows humungous dune
donning any brave soul to weather
fierce-some dust bowl appearing like a ghoulish goon
vis a vis via global sand man disallowing any inhabitant 2b immune
whereat autumnal days will mimic those analogous to tropical June
day where nary a species of flora nor fauna,
which latter muffled cry viz Claire de lune
barely heard above the blindingly pitched
(scoring major lunar home run) when earth's moon
appeared to be batted, snatched, and whacked -
piñata like casting darkness at high noon
this out of other worldly debacle
(viz: a scene of apocalyptic, cosmic and epic rune
from twilight zone re: outer limits offsetting
sole millennial Gaia satellite believed rigged forever) -
which end of planetary status quo came soon
er than expected, accompanied by Gustav Holst eponymous tune
once Luna rung seismically, titanic ally uprooted, violently wrenched
prior to crash landing at ground zero rocked and rolled out of orbitz
before careering, and screaming thru the atmosphere
analogous to a near full term baby in utero yanked out of womb.
though the above dynamic gigantic jack-knifed
nihilistic quantum spectacular universal wreckage
sans the inner sphere of solar system
(known to mankind, when said creature, an outlier)
whence even amidst the early
bipedal hominids that throve a sage
no event (whether natural or caused by human error),
would compare neither cap cha, when are bit rage
emasculated, and wrought onto the terrestrial firmament
no way to measure nor gauge
the depth, length, and scope of total and
absolute value eradicating any trace of simian equipage
reducing the arrogant, conceited, ego-maniacal, dotage
boot far-fetched science fiction phenomena would
witness civilization captive in their own technological cage!