Long Babysat Poems

The child sat on the sofa,
her body laiden with bruises and covered in lice. 
She was only the age of one,
         maybe two.
     How could this be true?
I stared at my friend and she at...

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The home where Chella grew up, in the ghetto of Liberty City Florida, had beige carpets so old that pieces of the tuft and twirl would come out of the backing under-foot.
The  apartment window...

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It was her birthday she was turning thirteen.

It was a fun day until her father asked to baby sit for his new friends so they could all go 
out  to party.

She was scared that...

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I remember how I loved babysitting our grandchildren 
how neatly they fit into my arms.
I remember being impressed with their intelligence and captivated by their charms.

How they would spend the night with us…how we’d make...

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Our four grandchildren have grown up before our eyes…it’s hard to imagine that!
Which means it’s been years since they spent the night with us and Deborah and I babysat.

So, when our son and daughter-in-law asked...

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“EARS OF FURY #2”


this Monday will be a year 
that I’ve known her. 
ironically, it is the exact 
time it all fell apart. I met 
her when she had an in-
credible hunger for sex and...

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It don't hurt.
—Johnny Thunders, lead guitarist of The Dolls, last words

My ancestors are made of malt and barley,  
barely a drop of water left—  
Midas in jorts and Nikes,  
overplaying hands, turning...

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Helen is hysterical, so witty you laugh until you cry,
She’s a little spit-fire, 4 foot 11 -- a bit of a short fry,
Now I can say that because she knows it’s said in jest,
There is...

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A human race of relay and replay,
Their soles push off unforgiving exteriors
And are kept on track by applauded obedience.
Their recurrently blistered hearts
Become calloused by an aura of expectation.

Hedonism is a fort where their souls sit...

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As I remember, I was about six years old
the day Aunt Edie babysat.
Why weren't any of my brothers home?
Was Mom stressed with me? Maybe that. 

We talked for many hours about everything,
all that was on my...

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I have babysat a roomful of six year olds, 
my heart beating louder than a pack of screaming hyenas.

I walked out with them quiet and safe in their parents arms.

I improvised a speech to an...

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It hasn’t been so long, you know.
Since I saw, your eyes aglow.
. . . They smiled a little smile for me.

You had your joy, you had your fun.
You had fifteen seasons in the sun.
. ....

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As I jump up
And twirl me self a round.
It always nice 
To hear the laugher from
Children it a wonderful sound.
As I run through the grass
Chasing a child I babysat,
Watching the wind blow
Through her hair.
It seem...

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Lay away.
I had never heard the term
Until I saw a friend use it. We were in seventh grade.
We had both fallen in love with a purse with large ugly brown beads attached to the side.
Hers...

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Love for my sis makes me like her own Bolshevik
so though I would rather swallow a stranger's lipstick,
I babysat her ground-dweller - her dog - named Limerick.

Once - outside while his wiz-biz defied arithmetic,
I noticed...

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Cluster, clan, hanging bunch of grapes
   -    bustling collection children I dreamed
   -    Far from rationale, imagination run wild
   -   ...

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I picture Phyllis – soft and lovely face,
a smile dimpled sweet and luminous;
her fuchsia lips drop syllable in lace.
She carries grace, for God was generous.
In matter of the heart, a lucky one -
revered was she...

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Five Three Eight 
In that order
See it all the time
Reminding me of Stan, a really wonderful man
Who was not great at business

I worked for him as a cashier when I was sixteen
He always had a...

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Two of the kind is never the same.
Similarities this pertains.
Applicable to that, which connects cousins, both females.

Generations palpable.
The one name Rose is the older cousin.
A throne she feels in her side when the younger cousin...

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I babysat her that fine day-
   wrapped up so snug in pink and white.
      The scent of baby powder lay
upon her skin- such soft delight.

Just for an hour,...

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FICTION WRITE FOR CONTEST

For so many years I’ve lived with the shame
Kept it locked in the sullen depths of my soul
He took my virginity; I can’t be held to blame
I was so very young, just...

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She was a forties woman thrown into another era
We had no idea that she wanted to be a para
She was dressed exotically with a veil on her face
Her hair would have reveled an alien’s in...

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