Long Baby(a) Poems

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Premium Member Ardent Love Affair

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
© Eve Roper  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Ghazal


Mobious Syndrome

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

Premium Member Paranoia Schizophrenia, a Sad Tale

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.

Fruits book good night

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,
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© C33 B66  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member My Baby

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!
.
car
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Arcturus Blues


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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Form: Rhyme

A Wise Mother

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

Premium Member Two Mothers

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

American Dreamers

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.
Form: Lyric

Premium Member Perfect But Flawed

"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.

_______________________
January 10, 2018


Poetry/Rhyme/Perfect but Flawed
Copyright Protected, ID 18-981-391-01
All Rights Reserved.  Written under Pseudonym.
Form: Rhyme

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