Long Diaper Poems
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God knows I did wrong, but I tried to change.
But all I begrudge is to maintain my brazenness.
It will never satisfy me until I endure my life range.
My beloved, forgive me or release my madness.
I once walked right into a storm in my spine.
plastic raincoat in hand, heart on shoe top.
Above rain-firing clouds, war clouds sunk supine.
No languor or exhaustion, only a feast non-stop.
Smacking into the horizon that defies stone.
Recanted, now wearing a torn shirt full of falls
I'm on the road, pen in hand, set to do war alone.
Find a wind-sheltered beggar near torn walls.
I suppose cruel people are just hopeless.
Do you blame your life on your diaper?
When music comes on, my face is yolkless.
Is it worth it to wish for things to go hyper?
I am now able to travel across the world.
I'll cycle and listen to lead music this year.
I must admit to being one proud furled.
"Don't worry, be happy" is for me, dear.
Written: January 11, 2023
Hit List 2023 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joe Maverick
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Sister Yanny baked brownies in the orphanage. This was a rare occasion
for money was scarce and there were more important things to buy such as milk,
diapers, blankets, etc. Buddy bounced in his crib making gurgling sounds
while a dimple appeared on his round little chin.
As night arrived, all the parent-less cherubs slept safe in their beds,
except for Buddy stayed awake waiting for Santa to make his big break.
Thump went the floor boards as Santa frantically placed each parcel adrift.
Buddy jumped out of the crib with a pacifier dangling from his left hip.
Raising one chubby arm he plops a big pacifier into Santa's rudy mouth
Santa falls asleep smiling like a contented cat while Buddy pokes a hole in
Santa's hat and turned it into a garment red and white. Off he went to deliver
toys to all the boys and girls, while Santa snores and snores and snores....
Come morning Santa is fed cookies by a discombobulated nun that Santa
called hon bun. Buddy winks at the elves "you've done a good job this year "
then he pats his belly crosses his baby toes and returns to the orphanage.
Santa is so pleased with Buddy's assistance that he decides to adopt Buddy.
So this is how Buddy ends up in the North Pole. I know there are movies that
tell you otherwise but I am telling you the true story, behind the little diaper
that could. I should tell you about the time that Buddy poops out gold, but
that is another story. I must go now Yanny is calling, the brownies are ready.
It looks almost full or half empty.
A pregnant bulge
something firmer than a sandwich
less firm than a brick.
A dirty diaper?
Something worse?
Once I found a dead parakeet
wrapped in a discarded paper bag,
when I dropped it in disgust
its head lolled out,
one dull eye fixed upon
the space I had just left.
The paper is mottled by damp winds,
stained as if hands had clutched it
too long.
Here it is, a sore thumb
in an deserted parking lot.
Poked the bag with a nudging toe,
unsure, circle it apprehensively.
Decide at last
when something's too big
to be left behind - yet is left behind,
then best to leave it
bloody-well alone.
Raising a Kid isn't Easy
You notice that fish don't do it
Some even eat their offspring
If you can't control it, I guess that you chew it
Teen-agers are especially hard
Pigs are good for bacon and lard
They don't attempt to diaper their young
'Cos they take frequent mud-baths in the yard
Then there's the inimitable hen
Who lays eggs and lies on them long
How long though will they mother their chicks
When they peck Momma Hen 'til she's sick
So, yes, we humans sure suffer a lot
For sticking with the kids we've begot
In fact, here's a perfect example for you
My triplets just stepped in dog-doo
Corrupt heart, depraved mind
A master of time, the weaver of trap
One whose mouth, falsehood emit
Gone from men, man and ghoul part and part
A victor, the slayer of ten men
A wolf in sheep’s clothing
The stopper of the flow of time
Catching his victim, in his well made net
Armed with a sneering dog
He is myth, the god of men
He was here before humans lived
The devil we can see
A menace since he was in diaper
Daily baths in the pool of tears
Constant loop of wretching blows
Till he killed the first, a debt repaid
He swore to fight as long as he live
Till he becomes one, the evil incarnate
Indomitable will, never to de-rail
He became the killer, the liar, the satan
He walks unimpeded to glory
A war dog, feared berserker
Hushed whispers turned raw
The god of men, the breaker of dreams
The reindeer said the hay did not agree, their stomach had a huge bee. A diaper they would need, they all wanted no more feed. Santa was changing diapers on one knee.
Date Written: 12/13/2021
9 Place
I Need a Good Laugh: XMAS LIMERICK CONTEST Contest
Sponsored by: Andrea Dietrich
Lord, Thank you for making good on your promise
You have done what you said to me thousands of years ago
You have given me life, a heart that beats
These people that are called parents...they are truly wonderful
But lord, who is that funny looking person, holding me...smiling
Wow, he has no teeth...like me!
Why are his hands all wrinkled, and why is he shaking?
I am scared, lord...Uh oh, I think I just pooped in my diaper
Why is he making that funny face, lord?
Why did he put his lips on my cheeks, lord?
Why did he say...I love you, grandson?
(Photo E)
Baby Face What's You THINKIN Poetry Contest
Sponsor: James Edward Lee Sr.
1-20-2019
waiting
with diaper on
for this woman to get up
off the kitchen floor and
stop bleeding while a man
hovers over her with grimace
and clinched fist
waiting
for our first-grade teacher
to stop crying
over the P.A. announcement
that the president
has just been assassinated
in Dallas
waiting
on the spirit of Christmas
to return days after the news
that mother's favorite song "You Send Me"
had just been shot and killed
a few blocks from our home
waiting
in the backseat of a Packard
for the policeman to stop screaming
at my father as urban soldiers
toss fire from their hands
in our neighborhood just outside of Watts
waiting
at LAX for Wilt the Stilt
to come back and finish
signing autographs after
some idiot just called him a freak
waiting
for the bowtie and scowl
to let go of my arm so I
can shake the hand of
the Greatest of All Time
as he starts his comeback
with an exhibition bout
in East Los Angeles
waiting
with eighteen-year-old trembling knees
for that sheriff deputy
to remove his pump action shotgun
from my temple
waiting
in the delivery room
for the wrong woman
to have my child
waiting
at a motel
for the right woman
to find the time
to slip away
waiting
on the side of
the ninety-one freeway
for a motorcade to pass
shortly after the funeral
of a former president
shamed by the Watergate scandal
waiting
and looking
while holding onto
the entry gate at 875 S. Bundy Dr.
for some sign of what really
happened that night
waiting
along with F.E.M.A. and the Red Cross
for the distraught woman
to come with us to safety
days after the Northridge earthquake
leveled her million-dollar home
waiting
at the hospital
for my first grandchild
to be born while her father
who's been convicted of battery
is nowhere to be found
waiting, waiting
seems like I'm always
waiting
I am a super duper Gerber Baby
all I love to do is wee- wee
winning all the attention of my mommy
so that all day long, she’ll stay beside me
I love to loudly fart and burp
after taking my Gerber Baby Foods prepared by dad
all my tiny fingers in my mouth as I give them a crunchy baby’s laugh
they both run to give me their sweetest kisses and hugs
Oh, how I love to wear my soft baby’s diaper
I walk around my crib producing sounds, “ mmma pppa brrrr brrrrrr”
please bathe me in my lovely little bath tub or wash
the smudges of my “ poop” now I feel them on my ass
How I love to be an adorable baby
no problem yet nor worry
all I have to do is drink milk and sleep the whole night or day
cuddled in the loving arms of my mommy and daddy
In my cozy crib are colorful toys
feeling like sitting over the rainbow with so much joy
my picture books are scattered all around
I pretend to read them smartly as I look at the picture of a clown
Jan. 27, 2012
First Place
Contest: Gerber Baby (poem contest)
Judged: 2/1/2013
Sponsor: Greatest Poet, Linda/PD
First Place
Contest: #1 Poem Only
Judged: 17/13/13
Sponsor: My dearest Poet sis, Linda
CURSE OF THE EMPTY NEST
No way imagine empty nest,
imagine, giving birth at thirty-five.
Plus fact I’d never even changed a diaper,
so mother-hood … just prayed survive.
Then son became testy teen,
days couldn’t wait
till time came son would leave.
Next day prayed he never would,
and then … He Did!
Shocking … imagine, finding myself alone
with this man called, my spouse?
Crazy fools gotten hold of VIAGRA,
keeps chasing me ... all over the house.
Empty nest … don’t think so!
Cause this man won’t let me relax,
can't even unwind alone with glass of wine.
Sex crazed fool … has one track mind!
Ladies, listen,” Lets proclaim Empty Nest …
has brand new meaning ...
VACATION TIME”
Lets leave our sex crazed fools
and Viagra, Home Alone,
in their …
Empty Nest.
May 13, 2023
Contest :Empty Nest
Sponsor: Cooper Etheridge