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Infants

Snapped in their prime,
hurried out of pains, 
to join innumerable companies of angels. 
death, a mighty remedy to allay their troubles, 
their wants, groans, sorrows and  agonies, carried to terrestrial plain.
earth Mourns, while angels welcomes one divinely ordained.  
though born in Adam's filth, 
But by grace transformed and through the cross escaped.
weepers, Your

Categories: infants, angel, baby, bereavement, birth,
Form: Free verse

Vaccination

Vaccination Chart
1.BCG at birth dose 0.05ml.
2.Hep B at birth dose 0.5ml.
3.OPV at birth dose 2 drops.
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4.06 weeks baby Hep B dose 0.5ml.
5.06 weeks baby DTP dose 0.5ml.
6.06 weeks baby IPV dose 0.5ml.
7.06 weeks baby HIB  dose 0.5ml.
8.06 weeks baby Rota V dose 1ml.
9.06 weeks baby PCV dose 0.5ml.
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10.10 weeks baby DTP dose 0.5ml.
11.10 weeks

Categories: infants, 1st grade, 2nd grade,
Form: List

Parents and Sleep

If we knew in advance that all daughters and sons
keep us up every night: yours and mine — everyone’s
(teething, peeing and screaming,
yet so INNOCENT-seeming),
we’d be living in convents like well-rested nuns.

Categories: infants, baby, child, children, humorous,
Form: Limerick

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

The Grief of Infants

Afghanistan, Iraq,Iran
Can “Democracy” be “forced” on them
Somalia,Yemen,Pakistan

The war on “others", rights of Man
The  grief of  infants, war goes on
Afghanistan, Iraq, Iran

Made in Britain,  torture ,gun
Electric, fearsome,profit, spin
Somalia,Libya,Pakistan

Europe, Jesus ,Vatican
Where does Revolution win?
Afghanistan, Iraq, Iran

Egypt,Palestine,Jordan
Old Man River,death and Sin
Libya,Yemen,Pakistan

From five or six  or maybe ten
The Arts of War, the nuclear ban
Afghanistan, Iraq,

Categories: infants, africa, allegory, allusion, political,
Form: Villanelle

Whispers On the Wind

They whisper questions
On the wind
Amongst themselves
Wondering why
Why I was there
I question myself
As to why
They are here
In the middle
Of nowhere
They continue
To question
Their leader
Guide
The eldest
But she is at a loss
As am I
I sleep a
Restless night
As road trains
Rumble by
Wake to a clear
Blue sky
Then I see
The plaque
Remembrance
Pioneers
To those
That have passed
The infants
The youth
The young
That whisper
On the wind
But why
Why are they

Categories: infants, teen,
Form: Free verse

Mummy Infants of Formaldehyde

To die young, undeterred by humanity/ 
to sleep free, undefered by calamity/

To leave earth without hesitant pride/
No biases present to put aside/

A father watches as his infant sleeps/
he prays to god, ” leave him for us to keep”/

A pile stands four feet from the floor/
Dead children spread from door to door/

Preserved in glass, both untrue

Categories: infants, abortion, baby, betrayal, birth,
Form: Lyric

Happy Infants

The angry sound of rough and
                       raging april tide, as waves anoint

Categories: infants, beach, happy, sea,
Form: Verse

Infants Are Holy

Infants are holy always
                                               we feel them so

Categories: infants, introspection,
Form: I do not know?

Forget the Tears That Infants Cry

Forget the tears that infants cry
for with no reason comes to why
and with it no breath comes to sigh
yet spectators sit, still and sly

forget the tears that beggars cry
attached to their reason a hollow lie
dirty their lives, still they try
trapped by themselves as time passes by

forget the temptation of her inner thigh
and sweet relations of

Categories: infants,
Form: I do not know?