Best Naomi Poems
I'm so sorry to leave you dear, hard to say good bye to one so new,
The nine months and few hours in my arms held, are far as I can go.
Your fireman guardian angel will protect and find a home for you.
I must let go tiny fingers born in pain of child birth as you withdrew,
And sure my brown eyed girl will find a family with love to grow.
I'm so sorry to leave you dear, hard to say good bye to one so new.
Away now I must go, from new born dappled in soft rosy hue,
I pray they will be kind and bring a joy I'll never know.
Your fireman guardian angel will protect and find a home for you.
The station door now lit, no longer hides my tears from view,
Though fragile life started off in painful plan only God could bestow.
I'm so sorry to leave you dear, hard to say good bye to one so new.
The days go by slowly in whispered memory of winds that coldly blew,
and sound of a child's cries, left bereft, a bitter pill to swallow.
Your fireman guardian angel will protect and find a home for you.
I saw you once again on TV with your loving parents who adopted two.
So wonderful they call you Naomi, though loss seemed only a moment ago.
I'm so sorry to leave you dear, hard to say good bye to one so new,
Your fireman guardian angel will protect and find a home for you.
This is an outstanding poem and thought that
everyone should read it. I also copied the credits
and author's name. Jim Horn
Poem of the Day: Famous
by Naomi Shihab Nye
The river is famous to the fish.
The loud voice is famous to silence,
which knew it would inherit the earth
before anybody said so.
The cat sleeping on the fence is famous to the birds
watching him from the birdhouse.
The tear is famous, briefly, to the cheek.
The idea you carry close to your bosom
is famous to your bosom.
The boot is famous to the earth,
more famous than the dress shoe,
which is famous only to floors.
The bent photograph is famous to the one who carries it
and not at all famous to the one who is pictured.
I want to be famous to shuffling men
who smile while crossing streets,
sticky children in grocery lines,
famous as the one who smiled back.
I want to be famous in the way a pulley is famous,
or a buttonhole, not because it did anything spectacular,
but because it never forgot what it could do.
"Famous" from Words Under the Words: Selected Poems (Portland, Oregon: Far Corner Books, 1995). Copyright © 1995 by Naomi Shihab Nye. Used by permission of the author.
Source: Words under the Words: Selected Poems (Far Corner Books, 1995)
Naomi Judd of The Judds
Ashland, Kentucky born
Only “Love Can Build a Bridge”
May her soul rest in peace
In the arms of her Saviour
Judd family tragedy
Unmasking mental illness
Days before Hall of Fame Induction
Died near Nashville, Tennessee
Written May 2, 2022
She was a giving woman who brought around pies.
For funerals and weddings, no big surprise.
She taught Sunday School for seventy years.
Was never there to get a reward for volunteers.
She helped the hungry, the aged, and the poor.
She gave herself until there was vitality no more.
She was a Naomi like the one in the Bible for sure.
Her ways were not prideful, for her heart was pure.
Her name was Naomi, I can say this with glee.
Because she was my mother, Naomi McFee.
I watched her give her all to this world in Jesus’ name.
Not for wealth, reward, acknowledgement or fame.
Naomi
Smart, pretty, annoying, secretivebranches
Wishes to go to the Canary Islands
Dreams of finding a Megalodon tooth
Wants to go cage diving
Who wonders if she build an underwater city
Who fears of being stung by a bee
Who likes blue
Who loves peacocks and nudibranches
Who wants a tree house and a pet shark
Who resides in NC
Johnson
My seven-month-old daughter, beside herself
with swirling fascination, has unfolded
her tiny arm a bridge for Christmas elves’
safe passage, unconcerned she’s being scolded
by Papa Grinch - who’s clacking away at this.
From my perspective on the less-festive couch,
I cannot see her sparkling eyes witness
magical animation, but I’ll vouch
something’s ‘bout to go down, based on a smile
and ding-a-ling giggles; her angelic face
lit up as though nutcrackers march awhile
icicles melt the seams of man-made space
where a dad’s unaware this innocent time
(just for me) gift wraps Naomi’s holiday crime.
11/30/2018
A woman who told the truth no matter what the consequences,
A woman who kept news, when it was not her confidence to reveal
A woman who studied her religious books, and believed in forgiveness
Virtuous woman who extended kindness to others in a variety of ways.
Naomi McCormick was loving and giving like her Biblical namesake.
She could be trusted, so many told her their innermost secrets.
She kept their counsel, listening, but not preaching.
She was a woman who knew how to listen without trying to fix or help.
I watched her give herself in a variety of ways to many people.
She gave her time, her talents, her appreciation, and her energy.
She gave for eighty-eight years, until there was nothing left to give.
I learned much from Naomi, for she was my mother.
Daddy, when I First saw YOU; I was looking into Mommy’s Green Jade Eyes
She was speaking of YOU, as she would quite often do, Reminiscing with YOU
The Tears in Her Eyes, are those of Surprise Her FOREVER and ALWAYS Begins
Dear Joanne Naomi, when I First saw YOU, the clock read 3:22, a sunny day
As I read the Words; “Dear Son I know I should have told YOU Long ago -
LENORE was 3 Months Pregnant on Your “Everlasting Day” JOANNE NAOMI
You Look like Your Mother, and I can see the Green in YOUR Hazel Eyes
I wish I could watch YOU grow-up. Daddy wait until we get to the Pond of Time
Pond of Time?? You can travel through Time? No, We can Watch Times’ Past
Naomi has seen this sight many times before
She knows Mrs. Bee will be gone in two days
If not before
She makes her as comfortable as she can
The doctor comes in; he takes the lady’s hand
Attempts to speak with her
Naomi busies herself cleaning up the room
What do you think? The doctor asks the nurse
Her name is Paula, she is not empathic.
No idea says Paula. It could be two months or two minutes.
Paula spends much of her day playing video games.
Not paying any attention to her patients.
As a certified nursing assistant, Naomi is invisible.
No one asks her thoughts
Or realizes she is there
I am sorry, honey, she says.
I think you will be gone before your relatives get here.
Should we call the relatives? Paula asks.
No idea about the time line, he replies.
Naomi, the certified nursing assistant is correct.
The woman is gone before morning.
You were my mentor of The Word
My mother-in-law, my friend
You taught me of your Holy God
Whose throne will never end
You were my Naomi,
I, Mother, was your Ruth
Your precious face shown golden
As you taught of Heavenly Truth
Naomi, where you are I too
Will one day follow to dwell with you
Because you took my youngish hand
To dwell with you in Holy Lands
Naomi, Mother, I am your Ruth
Your light still shines beyond my youth
In heaven's glow, long now you shine
Sweet heavenly light, of God divine
16 And Ruth said, Intreat me not to leave thee, or to return from following after thee: for whither thou goest, I will go; and where thou lodgest, I will lodge: thy people shall be my people, and thy God my God...."
Ruth 1:16 ~KJV
I once looked up to Naomi Wolf as a true patriot crusader,
when she published her book and documentary The End Of America,
but these days all she seems to talk about is her vagina.
I guess the Powers That Be finally got to her.
PS: This once very brave, outspoken little miss,
is also like me, on my government's watch list.
I recommend however to everybody
that you read her book or view her documentary
The End Of America
I guarantee to all of you, it's a very real and very scary eye opener.
The End Of America Full Documentary
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eFz72e9jcOg
Dark rains drains down,
Down the ages of time,
Time in times of timing,
And the terms of turning ages,
To understand invite nature,
Says the greater fortunes redeemed,
What haunts the past, hunts the present , haunts the future;
Time is not in cage, but those in it are;
To save only a Rock can,
The Rock is here, and the Son’s voice says no more,
No-more Flipping pages to the edges
Back to the origins
Origins of Pages in ages of ages,
With the original case of the curse
Again I hear the Rock that breaks the cages say:
I’m the Rock of ages,
Follow and you shall be my soil,
By my oil, you shall not toil,
Even greater misfortunes shall be redeemed
Naomi is and my all,
Soil of ages
If I could appoint anybody
to be the president of my country
it would most certainly be
unequivocally
the one and only
Ms Wolf, Naomi.
A dot on a screen can bring such joy,
In my heart you were a girl,
Though he wanted a boy.
Before I could see your sweet smile,
In a flash you were gone.
Somehow it was my fault,
What could I have done?
A mother’s worse nightmare,
No body to bury.
My own precious child,
Unable to carry.
Your father has forgotten,
The rest of your family too,
But your mother’s battered heart
Breaks only for you.
Luke couldn't stop thinking about the boy
It was just so illuminating and cold
But he could never forget the tomboy
That morning, Luke was shocked by the decor
He had to calm himself with a key to uphold
Locked inside of himself stop thinking about the boy
Later, he realized that the boy was coy
He tried to focus on the joy
Beautiful so the wall, the rooms decor
Naomi tried to distract him with an noise
Said it was time to start thinking about a hold
Luke couldn't stop thinking about the boy
Luke took action like an ploy
The boy was like a toxic mold
But he could never forget he’s tomboy
Luke nosedived like a blind troll
His demise was tragically bout to unfold
Luke couldn't stop thinking about the girl
But he could never forget the tomboy Naomi
The girl whom made the loud sounding noise A Villanelle
8/12/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021 ©