Long Babcock Poems
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Salutations to all the poets
That waters my ink,
Those whose words never
Make my heart shrink,
Of you always i ever will think,
Standing alone, i could sink
So i grasped on your knowledge
That is without stink.
*=~*~=*
Phyllis Babcock is a raining day,
In her Motherhood, no
Hot sun to hinder my play.
Carolyn Devonshire is a rose flower,
Tender Mother and even from afar, her
Lightening Ink draws me closer.
*=~*~=*
Linda Marie, the Sweet heart of P S,
Is the essence of love letters
Her poems are like the good weathers,
Constance La France is indeed a rambling poet,
No wonder,her lines drives me to the point,
Doris Culverhouse won my heart,
She trades literature,
The poet Destroyer kills me
With Ink, a poet by nature.
Dr. Ram Mahta is a poetic chef,
He stirs the soup with delicious thoughts.
*=~*~=*
Heart dedication to all my poetic friends...
For your presence is like fragrance to my breath.
Gari La Buda, an inspiration, Richard Carrie, a melodious pen, Carol Brown, a steady one,
All of you are Lightening Inks.....
This is a partial list of those who have been Tagged. Micheal Jordan Tags Sharon Weimer and
Christie Moses and Phyllis Babcock. Sharon Tags Wilfredo Derequito I do not see a Tag by
Wilfredo Christie Tags Christopher Higgings who Tags Kristin Reynolds who tags Stacey
Haislop who Tags Carrie Richards who Tags Laurie Ginn Who Tags Daver Austin I do not see
who Daver Tagged.Phyllis Tags John Henry Loving III Who tags Carolyn Devonshire and
Catie Lindsey and Charmaine Chircop I do not see who Catie Tagged Carolyn Tags James
Fraser and Yoni Dvorkis James Tags James Peranteau I do not see who James Tagged Yoni
Tags Karen O'leary I do not see who Karen Tagged Charmaine Tags EVERYONE in the FAMILY
More Tomorrow Night ALWAYS...HG
Form:
My biggest fear; is to have my LOVE known as a Haunting LOVE
An ambiguous, fearful, unfaithful, ominous LOVE
Shadows, Silhouettes of the past; screaming for TRUE LOVE
Searching the darkness, the emptiness a giant void of despair
My BELOVED GOD My BELOVED SAVIOR blind LENORE’S
Eyes with YOUR Universal Light the Brilliance of YOUR GLORY
Silence HER Ears with the Muic of YOUR VOICE : Prayer and Psalms
Envelope LENORE’S HEART WITH YOUR AGAPE LOVE
MY DEAREST and Most Only BELOVED : LENORE
May Y O U NEVER, EVER Know A HAUNTING LOVE
INSPIRED by Sharon Weimer and Phylis Babcock on their comments on
POST Talking with H I M
DEDICATED TO SHARON “ shar “ WEIMER
Let's celebrate teachers--give them a big hand!
For they hold the treasure a child's mind needs.
They open doors to discovery's wondrous land;
then urge them along to help them succeed.
Their drive and coaxing we feel throughout life--
whispers of "you know you can do much more."
Life, you told us, is not won without strife,
so, "get busy, let's see what you have in store."
When recalling school days, who comes to mind?
Schoolmates in classes, acquaintances fleet.?
Along with your good friends, who do you find?
I'll bet it's the ones who made learning sweet.
Miss McMillan, who came with us from Jr. High.
Iris and Byron Chew stretched our brains far.
Miss Mershon said let's give pyramids a try.
Mrs. Babcock had us reach for a star.
Thanks, teachers, for giving us distant shores
to visit, and snow-capped mountains to climb.
Thanks for holding our children's hands in yours
guiding their journey through momentous times.
Thanks for helping those who have tutor needs;
for late nights grading papers without end.
You smile as we leave, for you planted seeds.
All this, and you manage to be a friend!
May 31, 2022
Phyllis!Phyllis!
Help me outta this!
Tell me how to
write and please you?
P.D. has ordered
'Write on Phyllis,
you must oblige
or will perish!':)
So I googled your name 'Phyllis',
you from Canada,your name from Greece.
I know you are kind and tender,
all these made your pen much sweeter.
Oh,yes!Tell me how is Aaron,
your bundle of joy,little grandson!
For him all my blessings and love,
cell phone ringing,my time is up.
Tell me one thing just secretly,
has P.D.ordered you too,like me?
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:)Obviously PD didn't order me:)))
Placement:1st ;(January 2012)
Contest:Gift Exchange
Sponsor:Poet Destroyer(Irma)
By:kashinath karmakar
Flower children
colors galore
summer concerts- screaming crowds
warm beaches - California girls
surfin boys
music- noise
long hair
colored skirts
sideburns long- shirts off
blue jeans - bare feet
people power
world peace
swirling psychedelic colors- smoking magic mushrooms
the power of love- world message
entranced by the magical journey
musical bands- rock and roll hot
crowds screaming- English invasion
girls swooning- songs rockin'
flower power
sixties blast
twentynet-60's
Phyllis Babcock
Reveling in her mystery
An unknown aura touches
The shoulder of her guardian soul
Protecting it, eternally on her watch.
*******
She inhales in perfect beauty
Embracing the images mind
In majestic grace, she held captive
With isolated thoughts, the sands of time.
*******
The spirit moved in quick response
To what lay, in that moment of time
She reached inside the physical realm
Righting that moment to unwind.
*******
She held the few granules of time
Knowing a life was saved today
The angel held out her hand
Knowing divine love, saved the day.
*******
28/03/12
Phyllis Babcock
In the warm spring air
as humid nights linger
Hands caress in silence
She revels in his tender stare
Barefoot they walk hand in hand
As nature's splendor surrounds
They drank heavily in their passion
consumed with love
But love's elixir ran too fast
Hot and heavy as the summer heat
Like a potion she thirst for more
Awaiting each day for his sensual touch
Passion fused always wanting more
Whatever he wanted she freely gave
She wanted more and he began to want less
They played willingly with fire
Riding high on desire
She was running hot
He became distant running cold
Chains of steel could not bind him
Her flames could not melt the ice
The cold autumn wind blew in
Took the fire from his soul
The summer love that once flowed like wine
Turned sour before the winters snow.
5/8/15
Copyright 2015 Phyllis Babcock
Welcome Dane Anne
to our humble abode
We hope it's to your liking
we hope that your home
but while your here
lets look around
OMG
there Phyliss
I wonder
what in the world
is she doing here
well excuse me please
she say's it's
a private matter
into a room we go
and no sooner than
I closed the door
out ran Phyliss
Pall Mall
and out the front door
with out turnning back
Sorry Dane Anne
for the intrusion
Oh my what did she say
and I looked at Dane Anne
with a smile
she said "Tag"
And now my dear
I must do the same
Here's your "Tag"
now your it
now it's your turn
to play the game
(Turkey day fun form Phyliss Babcock to john to Dane Anne)
Form:
Back and better to be together
With Phyllis Babcock my mother Theresa,
She is so refreshing like coca-cola
And really medicinal like African cola.
Back and better for James Fraser Mr highlander,
For poet destroyer, please don't destroy me
Could you be my builder?
Dear Dr. Ram, i still hail your nib,
Where's Royal Trevino? i always know you.
Constance la France is a silent night
There's power in silence,
Show me Andrea Dietrich, the currency in
My wallet.
Did anyone see Sara Kendrick? am looking
For her with a microscope,
Sydney Hall, Mr mad poet, take pity on me,
Am only a cool guy...
Deborah Guzzi is an enlightening haiku,
Hello John loving, you set a pace of love,
Annalise Brigham, the Caribbean beauty,
JSLambert Esquire, your ink is melodious.
Carolyn Devonshire, thanks for being there,
Audrey Carey, carry me all along,
Dorris culverhouse, you're a rare gem,
Dane Ann smith Johnson, how i miss you so.
Is that nette onclaud? i salute your talent,
Garri La Budda, a builder of lines
Carol Brown you are always a mentor.
oh! Linda Marie... sweet Marie,
You're a crown, a mother crown,
Am back and better for poetry soup.