Best Midwife Poems

T’was her ninth month and early summer,
My wife said she’d heard nothing dumber,
After she had spoken,
Her water had broken...
And me ringing up for a plumber....

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The vicar surveyed her wide girth 
Was scared that in church she’d give birth 
He raised his eyebrows 
Then rushed through their vows ...
He wasn’t...

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Babies crying in the maternity ward
Women; some calling, some thanking God
The only place, where pain meets joy
When the midwife says, it’s a girl, or it’s...

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When visions, elation, dreams and emotions
Expand to nearly the point of explosions
A skilled hand is needed to bring forth a life
That is the job of...

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O albatross guide my loosed soul  
from the shipwreck seized by sandy shoal

persuasive Polar Star in quiet pull
a sailor’s tired eyes gone dark 
I...

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I crossed my legs but there was a flood
Blushing red I hope folks understood
But my waters had burst
And the baby's my first
Guess I'm ready to...

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The Adjective Twin: A Poem of Pain 

I am "presumptuous" -- and with my brother, "arrogant" 
we are the adjective twin of "gentle" blame
of "gentle"...

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Thunder and lightning ruled the black night
As the frightened young mother struggled 
Beads of sweat ran down her pretty face
The old midwife calmly sponged off...

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When Meaning Is Meaningless
The value of life is delicious debris
               ...

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Recall the midwife

To the cenotaph

War is over


For now at least


Nothing but poppy petal buttercup remain 
in tact to blow away this coming eve

Or grow from...

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There was a young midwife called Milly.
      She acted a bit like a filly.
      ...

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Alms Inn, there is the place again, and here
I, far away, muse in the house I grew
O this village of my love, has grown too
The...

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Standing at the  crossroads of life
I wonder which path I will take
The one that makes life easy
Or the one to happiness.

The easy path will take...

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Telling tales or stories is a favourable pasttime;
But using pictures to tell stories of past and present,
Yours remind me of days back in time,
Would not...

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Cosmology + Ontology = Cosmontology 

NEW Cosmontological Principle: Be SO SO humble! 

>>> SEE NOTE BELOW 

A Sufi Dream-Poem--Our purposefully "proto-conscious" UNI-ballish recycling?

By: Moji Agha
Started...

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