Best Pampers Poems
The Baby Creep
Here in my Pampers. They took off my bib. Then they turned off the light, laid me here in my crib, yet I still see some light from the sun sunken low, but because I’m a toddler, to bed I must go? Well, I WON’T go to sleep ‘cause I just want to play! And I’m NOT a dumb blanket that just wants to lay in this crib! Should I cry? Should I NOT make a sound when I hear in the house they are moving around? I could cry. I could whimper or maybe I’ll scream, make them think I feel bad or I had a bad dream. What to do… what to do? Now my rattle I see. It will have to make do! Weren’t they nice leaving THAT there for me? So I pick up the rattle, I shake and I roll. I will shake that thing silly. Let THAT be my goal, ‘cause it’s stupid to sleep when there’s light still outside, so I’ll just be a creep, cause I’ll shake up a storm till they hear all my clatter and come to my room to see what is the matter. I’ll lay here and rattle. I’ll rattle, and though it’s till dawn, I’ll be rattling and rattling and rattling on!
Aug. 20, 2018 hopefully in the popular style of Nina Parmenter
(I actually gave my parents quite the grief as a baby since I would not sleep till midnight, same as today!)
It's almost Halloween, and parents
afraid to let children go out?
First it was drugs in candies, then razors,
then predators, it makes me want to shout!
You know what the boogeyman it is this year!
Why COVID, of course, how we love living in fear!
Even though the numbers have been clarified we
love the inaccurate ones, of course.
Fake News keeps posting inaccurate numbers, so
how much of living fully have we all lost?
Plenty, I say! Lost wages, lost time with friends
and family.
Blue "Pampers" on our faces?
Such a ridiculous, inhumane display.
Of course time to cash in, masks in polka dots,
leopard or lush pink.
No wonder people are not only on drugs, but
also, the heavier they drink.
What does a mouth or smile look like anyway?
Muffled words, no full out laughter, gives me
vertigo and brain-sway.
Churches locked tight, but a city, fine to burn?
Casinos, Costco wall to wall people, but of God,
or to sing in a chapel?
You are forbidden to respect, honor and to learn.
In the USA, the right to assemble peacefully is
hardly a joke.
But Portland has had over 100 days of rioting...
Are these folks on coke?
I don't know if the freedom I once knew, will ever
be allowed to be?
Just masks, social distancing till I die, and the sad
part is....I will never be free!
September 15, 2020
4pm PST
Piano music grabs,
Packs a punch, enthralls soul
Painstakingly the sound
Pampers my feelings, 'tis
Perfect panacea.
Passionately lover
Plays piano for me.
Shawn Barlow was terrified of public speaking
just the very thought set everything to leaking.
A friend suggested Pampers
to reduce the dampers.
But alas Shawn is now odorantly reeking.
"Teenage Mother"
She had it all
A very bright tomorrow
She always smiled
Though broken internally.
All was rosy...
Until she stopped listening
To the voices of reason
We blame it all on adolescence
That girl was gone for good.
She started smoking
Boys were the only thing she understood more than any subject
Broken friendships
Many wrong choices.
She lost the most important key in life.........Education!
Her mother died from depression
An invisible father
She was now on her own...
Pregnant at fifteen
How can a toddler look after another toddler ?
When the baby cried,so was the mother.
She needed money for pampers, milk ,napkins and rent,
So she traded her body for a piece of bread and chicken change.
It was all over for her at sixteen,
She watched as her peers enjoyed the gift of youth
So many regrets,yet no solutions.
Another baby in her belly
Disease in her veins
Alcohol in her breath
She died at eighteen
What will happen to the lives left behind?
If You Think...
If you think a love like a mother will exist, there and then
You must have been building castles in the air and thus
Need a medic or an injection to kill that feeling of an outcast-
A shadow of falsehood you’ve been chasing.
Friends like mothers will exist no doubt about that
I'm but particular about if boldly will exist in instant world, where
Sailing through has no backfire or low indignation, where
Right to freedom and possession would not be denied, where
Behind your backs, you would have all sides’ safety
Like the baby in the mother's womb, or the sun in the sky.
A bounty ground, a must be aftermath of the journey on free
Bridge on the cross roads, and lanes, and water, and bushes
Over the mountain; the rock, the valley and the hill, and on the
Troubled memory of liquors, women, demigods and kings of miseries?
Water full of love is only a reservoir for the Creator asides mothers.
I may be viewed as uncivilized or sound barbaric by this logic, but reasons
Will proclaim reality in my tone, stand and modest mood.
“Ease! Be at ease!!” The breeze from the mothers’ bosom’s recollections sway, that
Your mind would seek forgiveness and refuge from her, then the All Forgiver. Then true
Mind will redeem and have the lasting rest of his life, yield to and fulfill mother’s wish.
A.O
19/2/2014
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Note: Mothers addressed here may not necessarily be ones biological mother. It could be he or she who is never sick or tired of listening to you, hearing your plights or problems and helping you proffer solutions to them. He or she never discourages, never over-pampers and pray for your success at all times...
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Bastard
Sexy, Confident
Teases, Seduces, Intrigues
Grin, Twinkle, Lust, Heart
Pampers, Inspires, Cherishes
Romantic, Sincere
Lover
You haunt me, constantly
twisting my dreams into nightmares, and
nerve-racking my mind at the sight of pampers.
Approaching forty, mother of none:
why couldn’t I give birth to more than a hope?
Happily single, despite what you say, without
dealing with a kid who’ll only grow to hate me,
the crumb-snatcher taking from my plans and pay,
but....
I’m so damn lonely and you know it.
You,
you with your what-ifs and would’ve-could’ve-should’ves,
not allowing me to soundly sleep,
making me carry that weight,
with a life as empty as my womb,
tormented
by immoral choices that
stopped your possibilities.
I can only
now say:
“Mommy’s sorry.”
My grandma told me to take god hand and start grasping it tight
I was asking Santa for somewhere to crash at some nights
Christmas times means more pampers and wipe’s
Grew up chased money like Casper at night
I’m fly look at me I can master my kite
You can be anything if you imagine right
Hooper’s trying to escape the bull and get drafted like mike
Finally got cut I can’t remember if I was smashing it right
We was struggling hustling moving Grammies at night
I should of won a Oscar or became a doctor or some
She searching for her baby father I remember when she wouldn’t let no one hit
You rather hit 3RD base or be in first place
I’m a king in my dreams I think about ancestors my birth place
If you look from my angel you’ll see my angel
When it’s just you in the mirror do you see the change to
The parrot
Sturdy yet beautiful
Entertains and pampers
lonely
Vertebrate
Thinking of beautiful precious Goldie Hawn in Overboard while day dreaming....
Scratching our head as making a list knowing, we are merely his infant trapped amid
An old used body why else would they portray such that, their gerbers festive spoiled child ?
My twinkling if twitching nose held high be the sky; racing past her palace doors marble mistral floors
Silver stools his golden pools; flinging love's pampers without a care so joyfully unto the air; her, savoir-faire.
Imagine if at the drop of a hat,
You could become a cartoon
Sylvester the Cat,
Chasing poor little Tweety Bird,
Perhaps it sounds absurd
Or be Fred Flintstone or his friend,
Let’s just pretend,
I was Barney or Fred’s wife Wilma,
Back in the Stone Age era,
Or I really fancy good ol’ Bugs Bunny,
Being incessantly shot at by Elmer
Fudd, I wouldn’t feel that it was
eternally funny,
‘What’s up doc’ Bugs would say,
Every moment of every single day.
And of course, the beginning of
Cartoons with Mickey Mouse,
And his girlfriend Minnie, I wonder
Did she ever become his spouse.
Unforgettable Donald Duck
Who sometimes would show pluck
But lacked finesse and polish,
And never ceased to astonish
His audience who laughed at his
Semi-intelligible speech,
But how much each
One of us looked forward to time
In front of the telly, prime
Hour for adults and children alike,
Heading home on your bike,
To not miss a second, homework
Not yet done
For now, it was all about fun.
One of my favorites for absolute sure,
Was the Mad Hatter at his tea party
At whom Alice in Wonderland
Was a guest, and experienced first-hand,
What riddles were or were not about,
For without him, there would be no story,
And this famous fable would
Have lost it’s glory.
The road runner for me was a trifle
Boring, but his ‘beep, beep’ grew on me,
I ought to agree.
I could go on forever, and mention
Many a cartoon, but time to go
To sleep like Sleeping beauty,
And be awaken each morn
By my handsome prince who pampers
Me, for he believes I earn
An amazing aroma of fresh ground coffee
And interprets my cartoon dreams,
Into romance and a kaleidoscope
Of incredible themes!
Just wish I die
I know you can hear my heart cry
Even if it doesn’t matter to you the length at which I sigh
But why?
You told me I was your groom, yet you took me like your broom
You told me I was your honey and made me spend all my money
I took away my pride just to make you my bride
I almost lost my life trying to make you my wife
I pampered you, yet you had me in your pampers
I decided not to let your dreams slip-off, yet you took me like your slippers
I bought you many phones just to make sure you never lose your tones
I even forsook the scriptures, believing that in you I could find the true picture of my future
I disobeyed my mother just to make you my first choice
I made you number one my merit list, yet you had me last on your supplementary list
I wrote your name with a golden pen in the widest tablet of my heart
And made you my priority, yet you had me in the minority
Like major networks, I made you glow with pride and rule your world everywhere you go, and now you are talking
Why do you disappoint my feelings and get me kneeling
You make my heart skip per second billing with no filling
My heart is failing me…
My kidneys are losing their bonds in covalence
My members are in search of a new beginning
For darkness has eaten up the silent chord of a gentle soul
If only I listened
If only I read the sign
If only I knew the season and time
If only I searched the scriptures
If only I saw the future
If only I could have another chance to make it better
But only if I waited…
9 months of cursing and scolding ,
9 months of cravings and vomits,
9 months of spitting and smiling,
9 months of smiles and tears,
A couple months of poop and pee
A couple months of tiny toes and fingers
A couple months of pampers and napkins
A couple months of late nights, early mornings
Years of regret and appreciation
Years of arguments and understanding
Years of disappointments and achievements
A lifetime of gratitude and laughter,
A lifetime of praises and prayers,
A lifetime of loving and caring....
Birthgiver......Where my heart is!
"WOW Love"
Who works wonders as my "honey-poo"?
What words whispered what would I do
When wild wanderlust pampers me anew
Where waves wallow he comforts my view
Why whimsical wings bring me WOW Love so true.
*For Harry Horsman's 5 W's Contest ...