Best Male Child Poems
Although the kiss was brief
The sensation seem to linger,
His eyes still closed when he felt a pain
As she ran the razor sharp nail of her finger
His eyes popped open as he looked at his chest
She hushed him and stroked his hair while whispering “rest”
He found that he was laying on the floor
Surrounded by snow, his chest was bloody and gore
“What you doing?” he begged
“Hush I said.”
“All will be revealed in time,”
“Rest you’re now mine.”
He panicked and tried desperately to move
But could not, as if his body had been removed
She sat next to him as her tail caressed his face
The scent of a woman was pleasurable, her tail like a silky lace
She spoke “ Do you remember long time ago,”
“The beginning of your people’s sorrow?”
“Yes,” he replied
The reality of his situation dawned on him as he deeply sighed
“The sacrifice should have been from the chief’s fruits not a bearer,”
“Yes,” he replied, “A male child not female that’s what brought our terror.”
“What Happened to Little Irit?” she asked
He hesitated for a while, “She was taken by Coyote,” he said at last
“Probably eaten, how should I know.”
She whispered “That was not so.”
“I am Irit the sacrifice, not little anymore,” “They now call me Irma.”
Child of Coyote, Goddess of Devolma”
“Although you killed my father, his spirit lives in me”
She straddled him, sat on his belly leaned forward and said “Look in to my eyes and
see the fate I have for thee”
Her eyes were pools of fire
As he saw his fate, the terror made him scream out and perspire
Her fingernails slowly pushed under his chest deep inside
Slowly tearing the skin open wide
He screamed but his body did not move
He passed out, she stopped and waited until he was fully alert before continuing the
skin removal
“Medicine man where is the one that should have been given in my place?”
“Show haste and I might spare the rest of you and your face.”
The pain was to much to bare and thought he would die at that moment in time
But her words echoed in his pain “YOU ARE MINE”
“His in hiding in the great towns,” he screamed
The exposed muscles to the air was like no other pain but she had hot water on the
fire which steamed
“Hush, this is only the beginning for you medicine man she whispered….
To be continued….
"A child, more than all other gifts
That earth can offer to declining man,
Brings hope with it, and forward-looking thoughts."
W. Wordsworth
I am your grandmother.
I spent 24 years making
parenting mistakes, so I think
I'm pretty well trained now,
pretty worn down, open-minded
and accepting.
I think we'll be good friends.
At sixteen, your mother
said she was having a baby
and held up to me the blue pastic
device that tested her urine stream
like when she held up the blue ribbon
she won in kindergarten for the best
easter bunny nest made from marshmallows
and dyed yellow coconut.
Then she threw the blue device out
into the space between us on the bed,
like it was the best card in her deck,
her ace in the hole.
Your father waited in the other room
sitting in the thick silence,
afraid to breathe and miss
my response.
You and your mother did all the work,
but I was there at your birth,
Standing alongside, coaching your
mother to good contractions until
I was exhausted from gritting my
teeth and pushing too.
And your dad was there, too,
but closer to the business end
so he could be the first to know the sex.
An unsolicited psychic had told us
you would be a girl,
and when your dad was told,
he sulked all day
like it was a conspiracy
between the women to produce
only other woman.
He wanted another guy,
someone to give the men the edge,
a male child.
When your mother's body could
keep you from the world no longer,
your head appeared, eyes tightly
shut and a pout on your lips.
Your dad was watching closely,
the shoulder, the belly and then
his arms flew up in the air
like he'd made the touchdown
and he cried, "It's a Boy,
I told you, I told you,"
like he and I had placed a bet.
But then he saw how much
I could love the boy child.
I'm a pretty good grandmother,
and I think we'll be good friends.
All over the house I find
Bits of Christmas left behind.
Crumbles from the Christmas bread
Dropped by little ones as they fed.
Each memento brings a tear
For Christmas is gone for another year.
Glad tidings from the Christmas choir
Have been like wrappings, tossed on fire.
If I could turn back time, I would,
Just for more Christmas if I could.
Kings knelt before the new born boy,
Love filled sweet Mary's heart with joy.
Mooing cattle looked with awe.
None would forget the scenes they saw.
Peeling bells in triumph rang,
Overhead the angels sang.
Quite rapidly the news was spread,
Reporting on Babe in the hay bed.
Shepherds gazed at Child with awe,
Told to others what they saw.
Until Herod spilled his harsh words out,
Vowing to kill each male child about.
When parents gathered the Child and fled,
X rays would have found no Babe in bed.
Years have passed and details grow dim.
zealously we tell the tale of Him.
January 10, 2016
Copyright 2014 A.D., ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
By Thomas Lam Hsi Andress (TLH ANDRESS)
THE 'AUDACITY' OF DISCLOSURE!!!
Thomas Hsi
1 second ago
This VERY SONG is the VERY REASON that I KEEP HOPING that LOVE WILL ONE DAY...'MAYBE'...FIND ME...as 'SHE'...finds...ME! After I was 'DELIVERED' by 'URSULA'...on APRIL 23, 1959 A.D., as a 'LILY-WHITE' MALE CHILD, but raised as an 'ASIATIC,' though I would go on to BECOME A MENTAL AND PHYSICAL 'SUPER-MAN' in that I would accomplish so many 'AMAZING' things in my 55 year-lifetime ( 70 mph 'ACCELERATED-RUN,' 378 lbs. 'ONE-ARM' DUMBELL CURL, 878 lbs. 'ONE-HAND' DEADLIFT, over 300 'ORIGINAL or IMPROVED GOURMET-QUALITY' FOOD RECIPES, 'WORLD'S FINEST POET, POETIC LYRICIST, ATTORNEY (AVVO-DISTINGUISHED, 14 OF MY 26 MEMOS WOULD GO BEFORE THE UNITED STATES SUPREME COURT, WITH THE 'SUPER-MAJORITY' OF THE CASES BEING DECIDED ALONG THE LINES IN WHICH I HAD CONCLUDED), VALEDICTORIAN AT EVERY MAJOR UNIVERSITY AROUND THE WORLD (based on 'Test Scores' at the University of Southern California and the University of Hawaii), the 'WORLD'S HIGHEST LSAT-TEST SCORE,' the 'WORLD-VALEDICTORIAN' LAW-GRADUATE (as McGEORGE SCHOOL OF LAW was the 'MOST DIFFICULT CLASS EVER FOR THAT PARTICULAR YEAR,' 'ORIGINATOR' OF THE PUBLIC ADDRESS, PORTABLE, RADIO-DEVICE WHICH WOULD LEAD JAPAN TO DEVELOP THE MODERN KARAOKE-MACHINE, and lead SOUTH KOREA TO DEVELOP THE HIGH-DEFINITION TELEVISION, 'MELON-STYLE' DRINKS, the 'SOLELY-RESEARCHED, WRITTEN, EDITIED, COPIED, AND DISTRIBUTED' 5 and 1/2 PAGE COMPRESSED OUTLINE FOR DETERMINING WHAT A CONFORMING AND NON-CONFORMING RESALEABLE LOAN IS, along with a PROPOSAL FOR DAWN FINANCIAL, where the 'EQUITY-VALUE' OF AN OLDER-HAWAIIAN REAL PROPERTY INTEREST, could be REALIZED UPON BY RELEASING THE BUILT-UP 'EQUITY,' the development of a 'PROGRESSIVE-STYLE' BETTING SYSTEM at the WHEEL OF FORTUNE and ROULETTE TABLE (first used by Me at the MGM GRAND HOTEL & CASINO in RENO, NEVADA), 'DEVELOPER' OF THE 'FAST-OUTBOARD-MOTORBOAT,' with a 'SCOOP-VECTOR,' the 'MULTI-DIRECTIONAL SCOOP-VECTORING-SYSTEM,' the 'SWIVEL-WIND-FAN-SYSTEM' (with various 'FAN DESIGNS,' including the 'MULTI-DIRECTIONAL-OBLIQUEST-DESIGN,' a 'PROPOSED-DESIGN' for a SPACE-SHUTTLE which solves the 'O-RING' PROBLEM.
When mothers are delightful to deliver a male child
And fathers feel huge pressure to see a new born female child
The Almighty is hopeless !
When people are busy for more money
And children are growing to destroy their childhood
The Almighty is hopeless !
When political leaders leave to the king of policies
And democratic people are silent for personal interests
The Almighty is hopeless !
When Temples , mosques , churches are captured by communal forces
And religious people forget to their original religion which is humanity
The Almighty is hopeless !
When truth is defeated by untruth
The Almighty is silent and The Sun rises in the east .
I am hopeless !
SANDIP GOSWAMI, INDIA
Char- Sun
On the night of the charred sun a male child is born
The Indians called the harvest Moon a charred sun
This became the child’s name as he grew in wisdom
He was not a warrior he was born to be a healer
Char sun grew into a very strong spiritual man
When he was small, a white man had given him a flute
He told Char sun if he learned to play it, sweet music would arise
All of nature’s living things would come to sit at his feet
He would sneak off into the woods for hours at a time practicing
One night Char sun saw the same Moon he was born under
A voice began to speak to him and a fire entered him
The voice told him to play your gift will lead you
His fingers flew across the flute and the music was sweet
Coming from the forest were the deer, squirrels, eagles and bears
The rest of the tribe heard the music and began pouring into the forest
Curious about where the sweet music was coming from and why
Arriving upon such as seen the chief bent down and knelt on one knee
The remainder of the tribe slowly dropped one by one to their knees
For Char sun has become the holy man within the tribe
The animals that follow him carry the spirits of our ancestors
The chief stands to his feet and declares “This night Char sun
Has become our holy man called by the great king of the sky
The song of their tribe began to rise, paying homage to the king
Our winters will be fruitful and our land will prosper cried the chief
Char son was born to guide us into the holy lands
Each warrior here will follow and protect him
The buffalo will run and our bellies will be full
Our time of famine has been broken through the gift
Of
Char sun
Carole Cookie Arnold
Constance La France’s Contest
Tell His Story
An old Asian named Asheet Midrawz
Pooped himself; then discovered the cause
Eating too many plums
Gave poor Asheet the runs
His wife loves him despite all his flaws!
*Asheet is a genuine Christian name whilst the rest of the poem is fiction
BY JAN ALLISON
Asheet Midrawz had a problem for sure
When he couldn't open the toilet door
He let out a wail
His wife grabbed a pail
Been used for bleach now his rump is so sore
BY SEREN ROBERTS
Asheet I've heard has got the runs
Dripping down from his wretched buns
And his wife Pu Phlung
Of his troubles sung
A little ditty and some cracking puns
BY TIM SMITH
Asheet married when he was young
His beloved’s name is Pu Phlung
When they had male child
His grandparent’s went wild
As they christened the baby Dung
BY JAN ALLISON - INSPIRED BY TIM'S POEM!
Little boy Dung was a bit of a chunk
Made a kerplop when the vicar did dunk
Water all about
Poor Pu did shout
Because the whole congregation now stunk!
BY TIM SMITH
10-13-17
Truth Behind Myth: Mermaid
Life started in sea.
Evolution yielded varieties of fish
Evolution went on natural selection
Fantastic species evolved.
Fish with tail, raised human head,
Above waist human,
below waist shiny scaly fish tail
swam propelling hands.
Male version Merman and female Mermaid came.
Not at all Mythical, but actually Ancestral.
Ages were passing.
Evolution ran through ages
Tail was transformed to legs
First male child born to Merman-Mermaid couple.
named ‘Adam’
Baby girl born to second couple.
called as 'Eve'.
Children swam at sea.
Both walked and played on sea shore.
First Man and Woman Adam- Eve: Couple
left sea and settled on land.
They set up beautiful Eden Garden set.
Once Eve plucked one apple and ate half.
She hid behind tree.
Adam took rest half.
Both attained wisdom.
Eve started wearing leaf string with clams and pearls.
Adam put a twig.
04/13/17
A Mythical Creature Contest by Julia Ward
Fantastic Fantasy
Two third part of Earth
Flooded by ancient sea
Was Aqua Ocean
Life started in sea
Evolution was going
Fishes were evolving
Fantastic species
Fish with tail raised human head
Was termed Humanish
Above waist human
Below waist shiny scaly fish tail
Swam propelling two hands
Merman was male version
Better half was known Mermaid
Humanish cheered
Ages were passing
More evolution went on
Tail transformed to legs
First male child was born
To a Merman-Mermaid couple
Boy is named Adam
Baby girl is born
To second Humanish couple
Girl is named as Eve
Children swam at sea
Both walked and played on sea shore
First Man and Woman
Adam Eve formed couple
They left sea, settled on land
Eden Garden chosen
They plucked a red apple
Eve ate half, hid behind tree
Adam took rest half
Both attained wisdom
Eve wore leaf string with clams, pearls
Adam put a twig
11/15/15
For Contest
Fantasy Fish in A Fantasy Ocean third place
Sponsor Julia Ward
PreImmenance
God is not an alien or an artificial intelligence he is a perfect being not created just a
constantly moving force like the impossible perpetual motion machine the inventors allways
aer trying to reinvent only already done He could be a cow although its not likely He could sit
inside a Dove and stay there constantly but then He would miss so many other things eye
think he does the GOD thing constantly the focus of attention on the Throne where he does
sit. When we humans (eye include the android races) worship GOD we have a tendency to
press our hands together in a paroday of clapping but silently we point them up but cast our
eyes down to the ground or rug there is a certainty we fear the GOD that we need help from.
Pre means before Immenace in this context means the persona or image or being or just
say person. In the person of one Jesus Christ we have three personas such as Father Son
and Holy Spirit. It does not say that the Holy Spirit is female or male but spirit is sexless so
we can assume that Jesus was a male child brought up in the Jewish religion and that the
Father image the Anchient of Days the GOD we all think of as a Bearded man is the Father of
Jesus in the Spirit of Christ. Three persons in one being. PreImmenace is the idea that Jesus
created the Earth at the moment of Earths Birth in the Form of GOD in the Spirit of the
Father and the Spirit of the Son. Life as a triplet person Enthroned and esconsed as the ruler
of the Universe. Having been there before there was anything to see or created. He will be
there after this creation is disposed of and a new generation is concieved. Take the fact that
a GOD would learn from his mistakes and not create the sameness we have now but make it
better somehow. Then apply the thinking that makes better people of us all and realize he
changes us to help us live there now inside the heart not until the physical is changed can we
actually see GOD. But there is one way. Turn around the next time you attend your church
and smile and look closely at the person in the very next aisle over. Chances are you just
saw GOD in his preimmenance.
You senselessly hurt me,
Then, demand I do not cry.
You frustrate me,
Then, unsympathetically punish my display of anger.
You ridicule me,
Then, taunt me when I strive
to win your approval.
You swear long-standing tribal love and protection,
Then, crush my small, unprotected heart with indifference.
You set impossible goals,
Then, painstakingly dismantle my ego.
You demonstrate blatant distain,
Then, draw me inside your dark, secret circle.
You demand the obscene use of my disarmoured sheath,
Then, discard the confused Soul indwelling.
Who taught you how to love on the Dark Side?
Were you not once also a child,
Alone, and frightened in the whispering darkness?
Did you not once also smile, laugh and sing?
Who taught you to hide your innocence,
In the filmy guise of unrequited bravery?
A male child cries hauntingly,
In the background of my dreams.
If children learn what they live,
Who taught you to love on the Dark Side?
He lies a mangled heap of naked shame
dead to nagging worries, thoughts and sorrow
a worn dusty dress clings to his lean marrows
silent he lies in a noisy street with no name
All his lofty dreams and achievements
lie quietly with him in his exposed grave
all his prayers and high hopes none can save
mute the too heap a colossal embarrassment
The joy of an only male child is still
the cheer of giddy success is silent
tears from sobbing hearts are absent
only a crowd of sober vultures at his heels
Curious feet walk briskly away from him
who once lived, loved and sinned like many
who now heedlessly lies without a penny
facing a shy sky who turns away dim
He remains a terrible sight of cold shame
putrid morning, a cynosure of attention
crowds salute hand over nostrils in petition
to our commanding John Doe with no name
A corpse of our national soul lies
dead in the center of our patriotic eyes
Samuel saw her screaming for help in the sea.
Esta failed to save her friend who was drowning
And some people could make fun of the victims.
Two brave men by the seashore jumped Into the sea
to rescue them, as they were in the harzardous
zone of sharks and some dangerous reptiles.
They succeeded to bring them to the seaside
and managed to organize some hot coffee
and tea for them in few minutes.
Esta and her friend thanked Samuel and his friend
for assisting them when some other people wished
their death into clear blue water.
Their friendships turned into love after some weeks.
Samuel came to love Esta so much and they decided
to live togather as wife and husband.
So their parents met to discuss about the dowry.
Everything was concluded according to their culture
and traditions, then they married traditionally.
so their dream of living together fulfilled.
A year later , they got a male child and named
him" Remembrance."
To express how he got a wife of his choice
through assisting some desperate women in the Sea.
April 08/2023
Written for poetry contest sponsored by
Constance la France
Theme: SEA
CREATIONS BLUNDER - 1/4
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Its not you fault, don't be sorry.
Paradox of creation...
A most misconceived,
divine beauty, etched in pain.
The pain that you experience,
is a mistake of creation.
If I had my way...?
I would have divided, the burden.
Why should you alone.., bear the heft.
I would have gifted, the male child;
half of your pain.
Just like, how two instruments.
Mingle, to produce a piece,
of wonderful music.
So whenever she gracefully,
experiences, the jagged, cycle of life.
Her partner should also be humbled.
There is no rhyme or reason,
for this kind of discrimination.
He should have taken my advice.
At six months old dada were the first words
to ever leave my mouth
His name in Hebrew is "son of my right hand"
He is the Boaz to my mother
and the Abraham to my sister and I
He sacrificed his need for higher education
and passed on the torch to me instead
He is both a phenomenal writer
and nature enthusiast just as I am
He missed an opportunity for my mother
to bear him a son from the seed of her womb
but I am positive that if I would bare a male child
He will form an indestructible bond
and cherish him as the son he never had
My father could've been deceased or disowned me
like those of many of my friends and acquaintances
but today he is alive with his soul
filled with health and joy
and always remain faithful to his family
like the lion of his jungle
Although his own father is resting at the gates of heaven
he will always have us
and his spiritual Father on the throne
watching over him day in and day out