Best Neonatal Poems
Nurse for Better Or Worse
Had married my wife for better or worse.
And she ended up becoming a nurse;
Not only that became an Registered RN;
On general floor is where she did begin.
With others her each ability did share
Became part of Neonatal Intensive Care
When she put on each nursing shoe
Would always end up going to NICU.
Each morning when sun would rise
She was an angel in her disguise
Back in those days a person knows
All white were all of her clothes.
Of course now must start to admit;
Love all her patients could never quit
Each day more in love with her fell
Hearing stories she had to tell
Jim Horn
This is all true with no fake news.
The stars are your maids and the sun, your veil.
You’re such a mirror of elegant reflection
where beauty peeps and marvels at itself.
Your body all round, always ask to be pet
all tissues sensually interlinked with mesmerizing excitements.
A hundred places resonating when one part is touched.
Boats of lovers, stay stuck in a dense stream of your beauty’s capture
your neck tenderly crafted and hands cutely neonatal
expressing feminine fragility in its finest
and such softness compelling
a rush of constant helping hands and curious minds
to create a zone pack full of dreamers and passionate wishers.
Elegance and sharp attractions
are dyes from extracted colours of Eden’s flowers
your voice is so peaceful and refining
that in your kingdom, there’s no rusty roof
your loose dress, shows off independence with the winds
presenting such limbs to be a masterpiece of affection’s fountains
blending to form a strong intensity so dangerous to men
and with those rolling eyes, powerfully discharging blips of admiration.
The open wings of your heart and your simplicity sum it all
as they fuel an aggressive mass movement
for nature to visit a therapist
to aid its creative power for the birth of more of your kind
to better the status of existence.
Neonatal Intensive Care Unit NICU
Are things at times we may be laughing
But never, ever will one be under-staffing
With fewer nurses who were often needed
Assist along a birth that could be impeded.
Then there was the time a son we did adore
By my beautiful wife baby she recently bore
And are glad our son's life God would spare
With Neonatal Intensive Unit who could care.
For a while we had experienced much strife
And a wonderful nurse saved our son's life
Now do see him each time the sun does set
Concerned face of nurse will never forget.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Whose wife is a Certified NICU Nurse
What if we'd met at Jackson Memorial in the neonatal ward,
Placed ever so gently, side by side, facing the outside world?
And our parents and relatives and friends they had
Giggled thru an over sized window
And waved and pointed and cooed at us,
Two tiny babies in little pink blankets with silly hats on our heads.
The joy of our grandparents. The meaning to life.
Heirs to the family misfortunes.
We Separate-ly, Equal-ly, Together-ly went home to be loved by all.
And walking and talking and learning to trust
Were taught in our childhood years.
And you learned to sing, "Amazing Grace"
At the A.M.E Church on the corner
And I learned to sing, "Amazing Grace"
At the Baptist church on the square.
We gossiped together each morning and "double dutch-ed" at lunch.
You angled me through geometry class as I read you through English Lit.
I cheered when you made cheerleader and you cried when I didn't.
We laughed when I made Homecoming Queen,
Went to Macy's and picked out a dress.
Then the day finally came, with diplomas in hand,
Throwing caution to the wind,
We Separate-ly, Equal-ly, Together-ly plunged into the outside world.
And through the years, no matter what, we stayed friends to the bitter end.
As husbands came and husbands went and the world grew up around us.
We loved and prayed and raised our babies.
We shared our families' misfortunes.
Together we sang "Amazing Grace" when people we loved went Home.
And never once in all that time did we ever look askance
That you are a woman of color and I am some shade of white.
Things we can compile
Depending on poem's each style
But it might beguile.
Were never right type
Like yippy dog which would yipe
Hard had been my hype.
Don't want things fatal
All about neonatal
And baby cradle.
Love should be like mine;
Always good and mighty fine
Be my Valentine.
Was a cute poodle
And love my apple strudel
Then loo and tootle.
By for now my friend;
To Poetry Soup should send
Poem I did intend.
Have Happy New Year
You will never shed a tear
My poems are all here.
Jim Horn
Is a feeling of emotion to take person
from neonatal to adult
From annoyed to determine...
Avnesh yadav
Fulfilled people have one thing in common; they have full hearts; purpose, and a mission.
Knowing you are needed every day, knowing you make a difference, can ruin depression,
Obliterate poor me, and doldrums; erase anxiety and sadness.
How do you build your soul into the person you were meant to be?
Fulfilled people help others, knowing the benefits are unparalleled.
They are compassionate and enthusiastic. They feel joy.
The people you help may not express thanks.
They may be cranky and mean.
They may be sullen.
They may be nasty.
But when you know that what you are doing is helping, and you know
What you doing is what you were sent to do,
You become
A Fulfilled person.
No one can take your joy, no one can steal your happiness. No one can hurt you.
If you have not found your “you self” yet, start avidly looking.
Made someone smile. Check. Made someone laugh. Check. Made someone feel special. Check.
Babies in neonatal units need to be cuddled; you could do that.
A young family would appreciate a free Saturday night baby sitter.
You could learn 8-year-old lingo, and introduce the 4 year olds to dandelion flower rings and homemade playdough.
Humane societies always need volunteers; taking a dog home might help you find your bliss.
If you are lonely, sad, feeling ugly or mad, click off your TV.
Go outside yourself and help someone.
Fulfilment almost always never happens alone.
Go find your joy!
With pangs of birth
Stir up the earth
My lungs explode from sky to ground
I scream a lullaby of love
It reaches to the stars above
Encircles womb with notes profound
I scream a lullaby of love
My soul is etched with songs newfound
Ancestral chords throughout resound
It reaches to the stars above
With pangs of birth
I scream a lullaby of love
Burst forth with neonatal sound
It reaches to the stars above
Stir up the earth
Stir up the earth
With pangs of birth
Heart Does Have Defects
After thorough cardiac exam a doctor detects
Jimmy Kimmel's baby does have heart defects;
Along with all of this NICU is extremely necessary
In an emotional situation that appears to be scary.
For Jimmy's family created much sorrow and hurt
And to ease suffering and pain will need comfort;
Thankfully, on a great support system can rely
So that their poor, sickly baby never needs to die.
Jimmy now does pray to God each and every day,
Saying, "Alive allow our baby to remain and stay;"
His religious belief will make him become brave,
So he won't have to see frightful site of a grave.
What happens sometimes when Jimmy is gone,
His tears in both eyes appear to go on and on;
Why people have to go through much misery
Am sure is a big mystery to both you and me.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
NICU is Neonatal Intensive Care Unit.
I still remember the name Jimmy. I
was normally called Jim in normal
everyday life. I was called Jimmy
when special emphasis was being
placed on my name like when
it was time to come home for supper.
I can still hear my mom call:
Jimmm-Meee. That meant I had
better beat feet home. That is what
Jimmy Kimmel's mother was saying
to him and see your son who is in
the hospital. Don't know if Kimmel's
mother is still alive though.
Babies, babies everywhere;
So many beds; none to spare
Only babies live in there;
Neonatal town.
Kudos!
LINES lament liquidation.
Modernization masks MARKS,
Neglecting neonatal nemesis.
WAYWARD WIND OF ZEPHYR
Auspicious birth!
Carolyn’s doppelgänger exhales,
fervently gypped. How infinitely jaded!
Keeps listening, mortified.
Neonatal obscenity, potent quackery.
Rescued, slender, tanned.
Umbrage yellows Zephyr.
Kim Rodrigues © 2017
ABC Form
To Subhashinidevi
Due to thy grand opening
Now poets are mushrooming
Till now ten poets have got
The reward after much sought
Such is thy unique entry
In NASA Contest of Poetry
But yesterday I missed thy cheering
Of the pretty poets budding
At least you congratulate
Only to encourage and motivate
For thou are the first Lady
Full of poetic melody
I want you to be hyperactive
In the group now no more passive..!!
To the Lord of Gutta
What a wonderful kid you are blessed with..!
In the Xmas month herewith
Like the other two this will too
Bring thee all joys fully true
Resembling the dad and mom purely
The neonatal has come graciously
Prosperity will be thy address
With peace and delights ace
Never will you look back
Only to scale new heights in pack
I congratulate thee my chum
On being gifted by Lord Supreme
May thy kid be an angel such
Unto mankind being munificent much..!!
Comparing Clarity with Disparity and Gravity
With some things we must compare clarity,
As it always does and determine disparity;;
Similarity lacking;
Could be cracking,
Assimilated with variable that is gravity.
Parity has to do with a woman's neonatal
condition and the ability of a variable to
agree with others and be correlated.
Jim Horn
This has a high probability that it has
been completely over your head.
lest we forget angels
lifting up
the fallen child,
the one within
the rocking carriage.
thumb-sucker delicacies,
in fetal position,
cosseted by wings
of a fan, blowing
away the neonatal blanket.
lest we forget angels
just out of reach,
palms up,
waiting for baby steps.
down on your knees,
back on the stairs, descending
a lofty set, just a few.
you turn
and stare.
how’d you jump
from the ledge,
when shorter to the ground?
now if you leap,
you’ll need replacement parts.
just staring at the carpeted steps
might do the same.
lean on the angels
like a cane. they pluck out
your pacifier, perhaps
a set of teeth, stained
with coffee and berries.
your very best haloes,
fiery rings,
you must pass through -
wisdom flames
of black and blue.
lest we forget angels
from birth to steps of death.
they have to work
with frailty, scratching
their perfect heads,
but always…ALWays
trusting God,
thanking him.
lest we forget angels
whose eyes sees God.
our guardians of home -
one we leave behind,
one where we belong.
7/25/2021