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I have come to the end of my tether today and although you think I’m adorable
Enough is enough put your camera away for what you are doing is deplorable
You promised to take only three or four pics that you want for a memory book
Enough is enough no more coercing, or a black eye you’ll get from my left hook
Hear what I say just look into my eyes; I could be a heavyweight champ
Move in too close you will get a surprise, losing my fuse I’ll kick and I’ll stamp
Inside I'm smiling, a sweet little lad, but if I’m provoked what else can I do
Must nurture a smile without further ado; this look could cause fights to ensue
Peaceful at last no cameras in view, just you and me cuddling like we always do
Cooing and smiling, nothing to fear; it’s all on my face Mum I’d never hurt you
9th January 2019
Competition: Baby Face what’s you THINKIN - Baby B
Sponsor: James Edward Lee Sr
3rd placement
YOU? Why are YOU up in here, all on the prowl,
looking closely at me, causing me to scowl?
DUDE, can't you see anger set in my jowls?
I just arrived brand new, so I still remember
how my last life ended one cold September
when someone - YOU - forgot to yell timber!
Are you listening, seeing this face, witnessing
my expression of disdain as loathing clad?
You scad ... what, huh .. what DID new Mom call you?
NOT grandad, no - no, that cannot be true.
You and me, related .. that I cannot do.
The angels must have placed this wee doodad
on the wrong heavenly infant launchpad.
Oh, me, just great - I'm already living mad.
I thought I had mama all to myself, but when we got home
from the cuddly place where we had spent my first several hours,
there were all kinds of weirdos grabbing at me.
One of them is wearing the worst smelly perfume and it makes me mad
Putting me in a foul mood.
Why would anyone dunk themselves in a bottle of cologne
Before they grab up a baby?
She is rubbing me against her stinky body.
MOMMY!
I am getting ready to howl
my most angry howl.
MAWWWWWMMMMMY!
Wha! Wha! What!
What is wrong with this woman?
Why is she holding on?
There is one other strategy I can use.
I scrunch up my face muscles as hard as I can.
Aha! Now my smell rivals hers.
Yes, I am going back to Mommy, but
I will give her one lingering glare.
I am furious with this Grandma person…
Written April 20 2019
Baby Face What Cha Thinkin 2 Contest
Photo: 1
Sponsor: James Edward Lee Sr.
HAIKU MOMENT 2
Words emerge
Brief ink stains;
Stillness invigorates
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Word
Work;
Dwell
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Beauty styles
Breeze blows easy;
Bamboo tapestry
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Listen to silence
Stillness echoes;
Creative impulse
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Sublime ambience
Magical moments;
My darling loves
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Mystical Rumi
Dervish wisdom;
Love treatise
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Dance
Chance;
Trance
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e-Paper
Electronic transience;
Magnetic poetry
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Ambitious dream
Finesse schemes;
Crafty script
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Touch of empty
Blindness commits;
Ignorance binds
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Baby face boy
Smiles in glee;
Happy sensations
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Leon Enriquez
27 April 2016
Singapore
This is a poetic testimony of a child from an orphanage ...
adopted by loving parents:
Though I look sober, still in the Lord do I indeed rejoice
Grateful am I to hear my father and mother’s voice
With “We love you, dear; you’re a child of our choice.”
As a baby, a lot of things I can’t understand…
But, I’m being trained to trust the Creator Who has perfectly planned
Everything for my life, beauteously grand by His divine brand.
Well, it was sheer triumph of gladness that reigned over my amusement
The very first time I experienced loving home’s engagement…
Yet, please allow me to express sincere “baby-bewilderment.”
So true, I’m puzzled because I don’t have the looks of my Mom and Dad
You can’t blame me if somehow such causes me to be sad, but not mad…
Even if told that the Master wondrously molds me to be a good lad.
Yes, my brain is questioning this present situation of mine…
Hoping that in God’s best time I’ll comprehend His marvelous design:
Why I’m an adopted child, which accordingly is “just fine.”
Now, I’m settled in my adoptive family’s faithful care
While nestling in my parents and siblings’ nurture for my welfare
Thanking them for making me belong with their adoption-share.
Praising the Saviour for my new “psychosocial” identity
I, rescued from abortion, pray earnestly for God’s blessings’ bounty
As I grow up to learn about adoption* and its spiritual beauty.
*Ephesians 1:5 Having predestinated us unto the adoption of children by Jesus Christ to himself, according to the good pleasure of his will.
Narrative through Rhyme in extended “Tristich” form
May 1, 2019
6th place, "Baby Face What's You THINKIN' 2" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by James Edward Lee Sr.; judged on 6/3/2019.
A baby face thinking alone
where all the smiles have gone.
I look utterly amazed all around me
when with my mother I often go out,
angry faces of high strung people I see,
without any rhyme or reason they shout.
Faces covered by clouds of despair,
hopes melt in secret shower of tears.
People can’t find an iota of time to spare
in the mad rush to nowhere to help others.
Faces contorted in the grip of envy
defined by the contours of grim mask.
They never can share your feeling happy,
to shed selfish pride for them is uphill task.
The stony faces of these people I see,
glint of joy their eyes have never shown.
A confusing thought germinates to nag me,
asking where on earth the smiles have gone.
With my pristine nascent smile I tell you,
bring back smile, make for me a world new.
January 11, 2019
Baby face : C
{This poem was entered but did not place in the ONLY 2025 POSTED POEMS CONTEST, judged on 1/21/2025}.
This entry is for the Second Chance For Non Placement Poetry Contest
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The Little Face I Was Born With
Christine Munsell, January 2025
This is the little face I was born with
And when you meet me you will see
My little baby face
You may not see it right away,
But you will see
This little face
With, still, the hope I had as a baby
That someone will love me
I have love
To give
To others
To the universe
People have come into my life
And I, with each one,
Bond
And each one will detach
Like a shin splint
An injury that burns, but I know this feeling
I know how it goes
And one day, healed,
I walk on, I walk, not away
But just one step in front of the other
As a baby does
I am still that baby
The one my mother loved (until I matured
And then she walked away)
Without real relationships with people
With Christmas alone,
My birthday alone
Any illness alone -
I still love,
I love the animals who look at me
With the intensity of a magic spell in child’s play
A smile of knowing - there you are,
You, my great blue heron - i love you
You, my sweet young possum, let me feed you something
All of you stray cats in the dry blizzard, I’ve warmed up some nice wet food
For all of you. I’ll also set out some warm water for you to drink.
Just give me a little eye contact – I’ll talk so sweetly to you.
Sorry Mommy I made that real big stinky,
gosh, I need a bubble bath after that;
your smile was upside down but you giggled,
oh splash, splash your mommy was the game.
Now, I smell so pretty like a flower, right,
yes pick me out a nice outfit for Daddy;
we won't tell him about the stinky mess,
oh stop tickling me mommy, oh tickle, tickle.
Do you still love me Mommy, cause I love you
just look into my happy face and bright eyes.
Love, love you . . .
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December 15, 2018
Poetry/Verse/Baby Face What's You Thinking
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1094-600-01
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Baby Face What's You Thinking
sponsor, James Edward Lee Sr- Inspiration - Image C
First Place
From books to cartoons, apparel and home decor,
Mickey Mouse has been my ultimate idol...
who has more talent than he does?
Wonder why they made him such a unique mouse?
Mickey Mouse, the funniest character full of wit,
makes both children and adults laugh...
how and where did he learn his craft?
Walt Disney must have had fun drawing it!
On my library's shelves as high as the ceiling, you find
all of his books and magazines...isn't he supreme?
Doesn't he profoundly inspire and make you dream?
No, he's not the shy, little mouse...he can be so wild!
Look at his white baby face and black, round nose so squeezable:
he can be mad, funny, whimsical and sweet as any other kid...
would you love to squeeze him and make him your friend?
Where would you find a character more entertaining and playful?
Written by Andrew Crisci
for Linda-Marie's contest, " Disney "
“Please write here”, A white page was all that I could see.
“What should I write?” I asked, reluctantly.
“Exactly what you think you feel inside your head”, a little bit of explanation.
“Exactly…. what?”
“It’s your call, I am here to listen.”
“I think…I see a picture.”
“And all I understand that the picture is hazy, unknown.”
“Please elaborate.”
“I am assuming I could see a baby face, kind of sure that I am seeing that also..”
“Then?”
“Tremendous, clumsy thoughts are coming. What if it causes serious trouble?
“Trouble, to whom?”
“Trouble to me, off course. What if it forces to cry?”
“Who will cry?”
“Who else, the baby! What if the baby is afraid?”
“I must interrupt to say that we do not have any more time in hand….”
Then…waiting…what else?
Appointment...next week.