Long Baby(a) Poems
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Hey baby. A world of endless awaking moments. With just you.
Come on baby, under gold dust and black-velvet sky. With just you.
Hey baby. Wave of ember flames, passionate eyes so sensuous,
I can't get enough being tangled, bare, wondrous high. With just you.
Fluttering butterflies arouses lambent ardent love affair,
flowering within me, baby, a lull comfort cry. With just you.
Hey baby, I dream of balmy rhythm breathes, the dawns yet to come,
numb kisses, great love, piece of fragment world left awry. With just you.
I crave not just a dream, but a life of forever, never death.
Bathe in sun's hypnotic spell before it hurries by. With just you.
9/11/2020
Such an overwhelming,heartwrenching disease
from a baby,a parents pain,sheilded yet knotted inside
non facial expressions,no tears,no laughter
how do you detect the mood of your infant.
Discovered from a cist on the brain
a young mum, to finalize her vital exams
grandma`s love, family and friends too
help make this possible.
A non existant forward, it may seem
weeks of contiuous tests,hearts full of hope
proven that it can be overstepped
grown teenager speaks of his ordeal
Today is the day,that consultant is seen,apprehensive,nrevous
tears of joy,negative test, a normal life,others not so lucky
Paul Beadnall for Brian Strand`s ( free verse contest) 19/7/2011
The story, sad.
The man, sad.
The wife sad,
The children, sad.
The diagnosis, paranoia schizophrenia.
It happened to the man when he was twenty-nine.
He had a sweet family, everything going fine.
But then this threw him out of whack.
He never got his family back.
His young wife had no idea what was wrong.
He followed voices, singing a lonely song.
His eight-year-old daughter was confused.
She kept it to herself, a bit amused.
His new baby, a boy, grew up without a dad,
Growing up without him, made this boy good and mad.
The wife who had married him and thought it was forever
Took him to court, and had his parental rights severed.
He lives alone, on days he is not the President.
On those days he lives in the White House.
He cannot go out on election years, because he is afraid of his fans and the FBI conspirators.
Everyone is out to get him on election years, and sometimes on Tuesdays on other years.
The story sad, the man sad, the wife sad, the children sad.
Paranoia Schizophrenia, a serious business.
2024.5.14
Good night, sleep tight.
Don't let bug bites.
Avo was unhappy and said
"I thought I was his favorite,
But no, not really.
I have been ignored
Just like the rest of you all"
"Poor C33, she has to cope with us
All by herself". Chilli added.
Banana snapped back
"That's life, get used to it.
Just like the song sang by
Teresa Teng "Forget him".
"Not many people love us forever,
You know." Pear jumped in.
"Yes. It is a tough tough world out there.
Justice is for the rich.
They own and control almost everythings...
I think" Plum said
By now, avo was weeping
And the rest of the fruits were.....
Good night sweet heart,
Tomorrow is another day,
Life moves on, and time never stays.
Sweet heart, let me sing you Brahms lullaby.
"Lullaby, my sweetheart......
Tears run down as the curtains fall on the stage.
As she swallows all the tears down her throat.
She continues to sing
"Say good night. Say goodbye,
Oh my darling, have a good night,
I will see you, in the morning
We are going to have some fun.
As you grow, every day,
I will be with you as always,
I'll never and never
Leave you all by yourself.
Lullaby, my sweetheart,
Oh my baby, a sweet night.
Now I laid you, down to your crib.
I'll see you when the day's begun.
As you go, every where.
I will be right by your side.
As you know, I love you
And for sure I will always do.".
Lullaby, lullaby,
Oh my baby, sleep tight.
In the morning, when the sun rises.
It will be another happy day.
Oh my darling, the angels guard.
As you dream in your good sleep,
Tomorrow, when you wake up
I'll be right here with you.
Thank you Mr Author,
The lyric was written as you requested before.
No one can take my baby
‘cause she was meant for me.
My baby and I go cruisin’
and that’s when I feel free.
My baby takes me anywhere
that I could want to be.
Playing tunes, I take her
down curves that lead to the sea.
My baby looks cool, top down.
She’s smooth and she is fast.
The wind caresses us
as the shoreline we go past.
My baby’s built for comfort.
I stop and then recline,
gazing into the night
and feeling ever so fine.
My baby doesn’t mind
a single thing I do.
She’s just as sweet today
as when she was brand new.
My baby doesn’t get jealous
when I leave her until dawn.
She knows when the morning comes
again I’ll be turning her on.
I spend the night with my honey.
We both get up for the day.
I turn my baby on; she purrs
and she carries me away.
My baby’s a convertible -
a Mustang perfect for me.
My honey can jump in his jeep.
With my baby a while I’ll be!
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Arcturan Mama, you sure do treat me mean;
Arcturan Mama, sure do treat me mean:
you're the meanest old entity I've ever seen.
I got a gal on Terra, a gal on Vega 5;
yeah, a gal on Terra, and one on Vega 5:
but my Arcturan Mama puts my soul in hyperdrive.
Arcturan Mama got helium in her hair;
Arcturan Mama, helium in her hair:
she got cobalt skin and chromium underwear.
An Arcturan woman's got an ectoplasmic glow;
Arcturan woman's got that ectoplasmic glow:
she got joy receivers from her heads down to her toe.
If you're going to Arcturus won't you give my baby a call;
if you're going to Arcturus, please give her a call:
she looks like a pyramid inside a ball.
Going back to Arcturus, gonna see my baby soon;
ooh, back to Arcturus, see my baby soon:
gonna make her segments wiggle underneath that big green moon.
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one of the most beautiful things a woman can experience in life
Is to bring into this world a new baby, a new child for Christ
yet the raising of a child is not such a breeze
yet God gave women the knowledge and the wisdom to succeed
a woman with faith cried out to Jesus Christ one day
she said "my daughter is possessed by demons who are having their way"
yet how did she know that Jesus was the Son of Man?
there was no newsletter nor mass media revealing God's master plan
at a time when there was no CNN or FOXNews, just c&f
the channel of the Holy Spirit know as complete faith
"for great is they faith", Jesus said "and because you believe"
"your daughter is now healed, the Holy Spirit she has received"
that mother's heart would not let up nor would it allow distraction
she had God on her mind and through His Word she sought satisfaction
a wise woman, a wise mother that inside all of us
believers in the omnipotent power that is Christ Jesus
If you seek It, you will find It
If you knock upon the door It will become ajar
If you pray , just believe It, that all is possible with God
a wise mother, a wise woman, a soothing comforter of Christ
full of the faith and wisdom God wants us all to have in life
A mother's love can run deep
just how deep is that love
deep enough for all to see.
A loving mother gives up her baby
a baby she loves
a baby she wants to keep.
Another mother gives love Another mother gives her time Another mother to the rescue.
We all give something givers of small and large giving a baby a life is the ultimate giver.
Date Written: 9/23/2020
Givers Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh
Wash whipping on the clothesline
Time tripping back in my mind
Climb in my wayback machine made by Ford
Come on back with me, somewhere I knew before
Come on baby baby, back where I used to know
Once upon a time this used to be
The finest little town you ever seen
Daddy worked the shipyard, Mama kept the home fires
I would pick my guitar, dreamed that I would go far
American Dreamers
American Dreamers
McKinley Avenue where I was was raised
Eastlawn Baptist where I got saved
Old South schoolyard where we used to play
And pledge allegiance to the flag each day and pray
Don't you remember baby, before the world got crazy
Don't recognize things, much anymore
It's sad the Ritz closed, the last picture show
No Mom and Pop's, no five and dime stores
Those days have gone the way of the dinosaur
Things change, nothing stays the same
That's just life they say
Childhood things and old pipe dreams
Somehow slip away
But never fade
They never fade
American Dreamers
American Dreamers
Flag whipping on a flag pole,
And the distant smell of charcoal
From the the VFW down the road
Past a field of dreams and stones
Come on baby baby, a little closer baby
There's Ed's Drive-I like it's always been
Hey let's stop in for a chilli cheese
Maybe baby we can cruise Market Street
Chase some old ghosts back to the beach
American Dreamers
American Dreamers
Copyright 2017.
"He was the most wanted baby, a perfect boy except he was flawed."
He had sweet chubby cheeks and eyes so bright,
and he laughed and blew bubbles all the time.
And my mother said he was a delight,
I thought my little brother was sublime.
All was fine till the age of nine did chime,
then, we noticed he seemed confused and lost.
we sent him here and there and spared no cost,
soon, it was clear he was mentally ill.
Father cried at night and in his bed tossed,
he is a grown man now and is lost still.
We kids try somehow to give care,
as mom and dad are in heaven now;
I am scared as he will just stare,
we kids try somehow.
Often help he will not allow,
when we try he will just glare;
and we struggle to find the how.
It takes a tear and a prayer,
determination and a vow;
of love- though he is unaware,
we kids try somehow.
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January 10, 2018
Poetry/Rhyme/Perfect but Flawed
Copyright Protected, ID 18-981-391-01
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.