Best Socialbaby Poems
When I was young, chic Baby Dolls were fun to dress and talk to.
To hope and dream with Baby Doll; those wishes would come true too.
What fun I had with Baby Doll; when she and I made just two.
That Baby Doll had clothes galore; and never did she have one chore.
She even had a car to drive; and the house we shared was so divine.
“When I grow up”, she made me wish “I’d really like to be one”.
My dream came true and I ‘m that doll I always longed to be;
But to those of you who think of dolls as mere objects of amusement;
You flirt, and say, “Hey Baby Doll”; then smile real big;
Your wide eyes filled with glee;
I cannot help it, if you think a toy is what you see;
So what I’ve learned to say real fast is,
“don’t even think about playing with me”.
So many volcanoes,
spawn of Kraken’s seed,
boiling, roiling, seething, bubbling
inside thin walls traveling
on a neural microcosm
of flesh transcending nothingness.
Who made you what your are?
Did you not reach your goal?
Did you not become the “yourself” you like?
Do you only live a cyber life?
Painting your life, your brain, your body, in pseudo humanism?
No wonder you frustrate easily.
No wonder you don’t know the real you.
No wonder the fishing for compliments on demand like a movie.
You made you whom you are.
Only you can change whom you are.
Openly sly cutting sweetness in public eye
cutting, personal innuendo excavating thrill.
Laying your arrogance at the feet of the public’s scrutiny
while the real you in domineering reverie lays fire and brimstone
stinging the soul of trust behind the veil of friendship.
No wonder, one is warped!
No wonder, one knows not how to feel!
No wonder, one does not feel love,
but has mixed emotion!
Not recognizing lust from love.
Not knowing when hate invades happiness.
To be humane is to trust
until you find reason not to.
To be humane is to have faith that
the trust will be returned in kind.
To be humane is to live face to face.
You learn to love face to face.
And when you are alone.... memories.
No matter the “whatever” of the baby or the mother,
the baby comes into the world with no hate, no lust.
It comes into the world physically and emotionally attached,
but more strongly emotionally.
If it is loved and nourished in relationship, love will grow.
Love will never die even long after the mother is gone.
Some parents treat their children as rental cars
and then wonder why they never come back home.
Some treat their spouse as nothing and cry when they part.
Yet some are too busy LOVING to hate.
Quarrel, yes! Disagree, yes!, At times HATE, yes!
Some times passion, some lust, but at ALL times LOVE!
True emotion never comes by correspondence course.
It comes face to face, sooner or later
weak or strong, but lasting even
when hidden away
in the pulsing
miracle we call
our heart.
© Aug 25 2010 For Farah's "Word Hurl" contest