Bundle Poems

Her Magical Bundle

She knows how much love you have
How long have you had a single wish
There are so many wishes just like yours
All want a baby of their own
Even with the crying, feeding, and diapers
It would be something to make your life magical
So, today she chose to visit you
The sweetest little bundle resting in her beak
Gently, she

Pomerenian

 
In a world of giants 
The pomerenian is a flicker -
A spark against the horizon 
Small but fierce 
Its eyes catch the stars
Twinkle with mischief 
Near but distant 
A lively bundle of joy,
A fluffy ball of fur 
Its love, a devotion 
Unmatched, unparalleled.
 

Bundle of Joys

Her smile shattered by the sadistic.
Eve became a statistic.

The serpent tied the sling.
Claustrophobic catastrophe - frail wing.

Her bundle of joys
blown to smithereens, her angel boys.

The Clever Farmer

Once upon a time ,a farmer lived in a remote village                                            

A Baby Is a Bundle

A baby is a bundle of jangling receptors
    a limb-wiggling curiosity machine
  Equipped to record and retain every sensation
    with nodes and neurons labyrinthine

  We watch her nap and feed
    pray she gets the sleep she needs
  While deep inside her, a learning

Mental Game

Help this man to cross the rapid river
With his tiger, a goat that does quiver
And a bundle of fresh grass;
Yet twice, not once as a class,
Nor by being anyone's life giver.


Syllabic count: 10/10/6/6/10

*A 1st Place* in the following contest (judged on Oct. 20, 2020)

Oct. 16, 2020
Games - Mental or Physical Poetry Contest
Contest Sponsor: William Kekaula

My Bundle of Joy Collaboration

When just born, your eyes shuttered, you were oh! so tender and small
I would place you in a soft pillow, you were half of that tall

With your tiny palm you would clasp my finger, oh! so tight
I wouldn't dare to take it off, you were so soft and light

When awake non stop you muttered, oh!

Bundle of Joy

born 
baby 
beautiful 
breathes...so soft 
bliss 

bawls 
bottle 
bedtime cry 
breastfed...instead 
boy

A Bundle of Rags

A bundle of rags on the sidewalk- unseen, even though in plain sight.
                       Invisible, hunched in the darkness,
               

Fire Bundle

Together we each
walked the forests
of our interiors...
Collecting armfuls,
chestfulls of
broken bits.
A bundle of sorrow,
a *** of frustrations.
The combustible shrapnel 
of having been hopeful.

We carried these to
a secret public place.
Public, for all could
see.
Secret, for few would
know.

There, together,
we huddled in
the elements.
Not rain, trust.
Not cold, connection.
And broke the
broken into
smaller smaller
ever smaller
crumblings.
A fire bundle
of our damages,
our not (and,
truly our never
really

A Bundle of Happiness

Life is a bundle of double happiness
hidden deep inside is purest part
the sweetest and most desired of all

Surrounding the purest are coils
constituting peripheral happiness
majority access and consume it

Those desirous of greatest happiness
spend lifetime searching, hankering
for the string that leads to it

Like the Gordian note only a few
can identify the single secret coil
that leads to the

Bundle of Joy- Parenthood

I can remember many years 
before your birth.
I longed for a child very much,
I thought being a mother was 
just a dream.
I started to believe something 
was wrong with me,
I felt like I was a broken woman
I felt as though I had some kind 
of defect.
Everyone around me were having 
babies,
I thought it would never

Bundle

A bundle of joy,
With a smile of that can launch a thousand ship.
An ecstasy of love,
With a great bear hug you can have.

To you oh dear,
That shines thru the darkest night.
You illuminate my path,
To the lightless ark.

The cravings you have,
Is no match to the feelings I have.
Forever your giggles will haunt me down,
Unless I can

Bundle of Joy

Seven years of waiting, and waiting and waiting
Sometimes wailing while waiting
A stone seated at the rock bottom of her heart
Her life burdened and dark with dread

The sun rising and falling
Seven years of waiting and waiting
Seasons… cold, warm, hot changing everyday
A stone seated at the bottom of her heart


The tiny bump growing everyday
The sun rising and

Bundle of Promise--G and G

She hid me for months in isolation,
withholding the truth about her mistake
from a past when innocence was ruined;
yet, strong enough to keep an embryo pulsing..
as this baby born with a man’s same features
labeled her as the town’s new outcast.

Oh Mother, it’s not your fault, not your fault,
to carry me and be shamed for a noble

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