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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I once sat a pet for a good friend
He said "come and take it easy"
The Jacuzzi and food never ends
Just until I get back from Belize

I said " You got it, I'll do it"
I had met Spot, he was cool
But, within an hour I was...

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I'd go to church 
Every Sunday
Often find myself there
On Tuesdays, Wednesdays and Friday

oh! what am I but just a glorified Church goer;
A modified, glorified, pew sitter;
Oh! God, help me, Lord;
I don't wanna be just a pew sitter;

Praising you inside this church building;
whom am I but...

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I marvel at your balance,
And how firm your buttocks be, 
Seated on a narrow perch,
With cheeks so splinter-free.

You never make your mind up,
That is no easy task!
And dodge every question,
No matter what is asked,

You’ve mastered indecision,
You’re an expert of unsure,
You understand the points against,
As well...

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I've got a sitter called Mub,

a boring hitter in a bum-

the crisscrossing of falling things evaporate with me,

as I'm seeing,

savoring moments of feelings becoming beamed,

but I get back after a whole thing,

sauntering-
and rock climbing-
and coarse rhyming,

blasting um' all off but still needing more timing....

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I watch her sleeping a helpless rose without me
Like a man watching her sleeping wife
Her life looking innocent and scary 
I then change diapers
She hates diapers 
But she cries when you don't remove them
And mourns as you remove them
Just like her mother
Then we play games...

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Many people have houses that are filled up with ghosts
And the problem they cause is the huge shortage of hosts
For there aren't many willing to tolerate that
Which is where I ride in with my ghost buster's hat.

It was long, long ago when I started to...

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Sitter of the wee,
titan tamer of babies...
let them scream, cry, and drool
I cannot be uncool-ed.

Tick-tock the hours by and by,
as terror this child may try...
armed with diapers and wipes
we learn potty 101.

Pee in the tub,
poo he smears and rubs...
on the floor; in the trash,
count to...

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The Sitter

There it is
Sitting in the old wicker chair
Grinning its foul slavering grin
 It moves nothing than its face.
Every night it appears
Until waking and shaking 
I reach for the pull light string
 It then evaporates at pace.
I will take the chair back 
With its eviction...

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The Sitter

     Nothing disturbed the tranquil air,
     The tick, tick of the time-worn clock.
     The sitter in the wooden chair
     Not hearing the gentle, gentle knock.

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My hemorrhoid 

    cushion

looks a lot like

our black cat 

    curled up 

on my recliner

So, I am 

    always 

worried about 

   sitting 

   on her

Although 

she would

   be soft....

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The Sitter

They rushed me in. 
I had no time to prepare. 
Talk they said. 
Entertain. 
We will not be... long, 
it was a song.

Fear.
My first response.
Prayer, 
should have been. 
In the end, 
adrenalin and panic
gave way to remembered 
moments with my own mother. 

Shadow puppets...

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worn-white zafu,
dented permanently
and wryly receiving
my bottom and my word
"permanently."

It shows impressions
from my demanding waitings,
just as my mind does.

Ah! The problem....

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Get a sitter Daddy said.
Mom tried the four they knew.
None would come back.
We had played the trick on all of them.

We are identical twins.
One of us would yell “Sissy is running away!”
The sitter would chase them from front door to back door.
Once the twin was...

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Gray hairs on my zafu...
Incense, all but dust...

I'm running out of time
to run out of 'me.'

I'm running out of trust
that I might ever see

a world without me
from a place within
without me peering
out.

Gray hairs on my zafu...
Incense, all but dust...
The light is low,
this I know,
and there...

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