Best Sitter Poems

Flickered fingers;
Can't dial ringers;
Telephone calls;
Babies cry and crawls;

what do you do?
what do you do?
When their diapers fall?...

6/8/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2020...

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My parents said I could not keep the black, stray cat.
They explained our canary would not survive that.

Parents out, a sitter, and my four-year-old mind
Let...

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Nobody knows what goes on behind this hotel door
‘Mr Smith’ isn’t with his wife of that I’m pretty sure!
He’s with his mistress Sue, they are...

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That pensive look on her sweet face 
Just like a child of mine.
Her eyes seem to follow you with
Dominion that's divine.

Northwest light on soft blush...

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Regardless of our faith, in Love we can believe,
For Love's within us all, if we choose to retrieve.
Should we choose to leave Love in a...

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South Of The (United States) Border...
(Reigns A Welter Of Disorder)

Caravans comprising multitudinous
     peoples plodded a steady course
analogous to iron filings drawn...

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I have two sides to my ability much wickegery,

Sometimes i be on deep space nine with unlimited imagery,

My mentality is too far gone you cant...

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Tonight I sit and wander
through stars~ my perennial
freshening sparkling...of old familiar
constellations – 
            ...

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'Course as a grim teller of tall tales,
(albeit poetic) reasonable rhyming
quasi roundelay I readily admitted to feign
cuz, stringing words together with
pride and prejudice plus
sense and...

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She didn’t know any better 
Was the excuse of the day 
And 16 is hard enough 
Without sibling children in the way 

“I didn’t birth...

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Working Mothers | By: Maeve Simons |     | Category: Poem - Children Bookmark and Share
Working Mothers

Working mothers are in a class...

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Written 7 March 2014
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Bruce and Jennie, both were 10,
Had been playmates all their lives.
One day, Bruce proclaimed,
“Jennie… most good men have wives.”

He professed his love...

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A new life it seems 
Has come my way
In the mountains 
And plains of Wy-o-ming

I look out of my window
And Antelope play
Go out to the...

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Here I hang permanently latched to this coat peg
while fumbling though my mind what I did wrong.
Oh please release me I constantly meow and beg
but...

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A child of maybe 2 was strapped
Into a stroller seat,
Too young to read or understand
An email, text or tweet.

Yet clutched in both her chubby hands
A...

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