Stress Birth Poems

Psychologically still thirteen 

Ordinarily meaning pre Internet days
familiarization with me would entail
bringing the avid listener 
into my private mancave hideaways
less a physical place than a...

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Date:  September  2049
 
Early morning pleasant weather 
Time. Holly woke thinking she would 
Visit her mother today. She felt ill
Lately she's been feeling...

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I've just given birth to my calf,
My cute little baby giraffe.
He fell to the ground
With a gushing sound;
Nearby were on-lookers and staff.

I must say that...

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 After much planning and preperation, that day comes when everything is seamless and comes together naturally.
That is the point where understanding combines with wisdom...

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I used to sleep with depression and kiss shame on the cheek
Trying to run from all the lies, but myself was chasing me
I was drowning...

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Owakuhona-oru!
The name given to me by my father,
Meaning,"if at all I go through this!"
It was during the November famine,
Of the late 1999 that I was...

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A load of unfixed weight,
We ourselves sum up or rate,
Sometimes pegging it to a kilogram,
Under lesser stress to a gram; 
Either a chosen or entrusted...

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Silhouettes set sail on stylish sofa
silent soundscapes stoke a stoic parlance 
memory’s sweet shelter sinks slowly when
scripting stress-free similes on sunsets
soulful strains sashay over scenic...

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After four weeks...
A cruel infection, poor Ted, now prevents
you receiving Mummy's milk; nourishment
vital for the whole of you. We long for
you to breathe, to cry,...

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Fourteen days...
			Ted, what will become of you?
Two weeks back, you were lifted out and rushed
to intensive care, breathing but fitting,
unable to tell us how it...

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Counting down the remains of time
For when we can pop the cheap champagne and boxed wine
For a week and change
At night feeling Juju preparing as...

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A FATHER
Occupied with STRESS
Definitely needs a PRINCESS
Full of LAUGHTER...

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https://gigglespoet.com/#jp-carousel-66   My scars from a misdiagnosis are my armor 

Lord, old memories plague me in the darkness 
And as they rear their ugly...

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J-ust one day birth affair 
E-very thirty-first October; 
M-emorable magic moment 
I-s held in sunny weather. 
E-ventful birthday affair fills your life with pleasure;
L-arge amount...

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speaking severe nasal sounds, 
   when exhalation boyhood memory draws
obvious twang – another ace in the hole for bullies – 
  ...

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