Long New baby Poems
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Even folks that are not attracted to feet
say your feet are pretty.
Your neck is long and graceful
even those that don’t give a heck
about necks say
your neck is long and graceful.
I could go on,
but let it be acknowledged that you
are a very well put together girl.
Some say you are probably a lost daughter of Zeus
but your mother and I
know you were born in a Hospital in Islington, London.
Your mother had low blood pressure
and you nearly killed her
as you swam to the surface of her ocean.
You grew up, more beautiful year after year.
Yesterday you phoned saying Zeus was dead
and that now you were losing your powers,
and I had to inform you that being 28 years of age
you were now ready to ascend to your celestial throne
and that I do hope the new baby
(even though the royal blood of a million interstellar gods
flows through my veins)
will not look a bit like me.
The shabby hotel rooms were dank and dour
An indigent family blinked in the dark
Too dull to see much at this wake-up hour
The man of the family has such a bark.
A new baby! How marvelous! An unthinking person said.
But a new child in this family was just another to be fed
We don’t need another mouth, mama unkindly thought
The others seven children knew to do what they ought
In these rooms, seven children tried their best to please
They welcomed the tiniest bit of a summer breeze
No air conditioning for this family of ten.
Every day was a day of labor, once and again.
They did their share, and they kept the baby clean.
He was a sweet boy, but enthusiasm did pale.
They had not needed another; it might sound mean.
But this baby was an extra to feed and had such a wail!
Deep in the south, lives the Southern Pine.
I love the fresh pine scent, it’s really quite divine.
The palms adorn the water’s edge, such sturdy summer trees.
As they grow, they will bend and shape up in the breeze.
The Magnolia has a lovely flower; its scent is, oh so sweet.
Downwind in the evening breeze; it makes the day complete.
Evergreens unfurling their new baby greens; will make a fright, Halloween;
when their mass of moss highlights eerie moons scenes.
The Catalpas displaying their long pods; nicknamed Cigar Trees;
create an eerie vision of waving fingers in the breeze.
Pawpaw trees, with their sweet fruits; better than bananas;
These tasty treats are great to eat so, fill up your bandanna!
Southern trees are beautiful, like Cypresses and Red Cedars. You must go south to see them all; yes you must, dear readers.
Fresh air, fresh air you will find
A warm spring breeze
There is some kind of quietness
And God will be there waiting
Gentle portions of missive cool but wholesome breeze
Pollen around the trees
Grasses blowing in the wind
As a fresh new baby bird sings
And I found all of this beautiful
Fresh air
Is an invisible space
Fresh air
held up by the wind
Lord I hope you can
Comfort me again;
And I found all of this beautiful
Fresh air
Is an invisible space
Fresh air
A light gentleness
As the wind balms it caresses
And God will be there waiting on
I gentle passions of memories cool but wholesome love
And I got me and the Lord says
And I got Him I'll keep singing sing
keep bringing on grasses blowing in the wind
A fresh new baby bird now sings
And I found all of this wonderful, so beautiful
An invisible space held up by the wind and grace
Lord, I hope you can comfort me again, again;
A light gentleness as the wind balms blows by it caress, fresh air
And I found all of this beautiful
Fresh air
Is an invisible space
Fresh air
held up by the wind
Lord I hope you can
Comfort me again;
And I found all of this beautiful
Fresh air
07/18/75
Written words & Arranged music by
James Edward Lee Sr.
base off of Fresh Aire/Mannheim Steamroller Album
Claire was their new baby sister
Whispers and Peaches at the top of the stairs
Listening for any slight cooing
that came through her door unawares
Never crying not even a whimper
“A Good Baby” their mother had claimed
“I wonder what she said about us
as her family we must be the same?”
It was almost time for her feeding
as their mom came 2 steps at a time
And then said “Would you both like to watch”
I’m quite sure little Claire wouldn’t mind
They sat there in quiet amazement
their new sister now getting her fill
And in sharing the joy of contentment
her 2 siblings — pure wonder instilled
(Rymes From The Nursery: May, 2026)
Whispers Peaches & Claire (#3)
I sigh
long and sad
I have years
lifetimes
oceans of sadness
to let go . . .
from d e e p , deep inside me
I just want to F L Y away-
but I am walking . . .
it is WINTER
with a freezing wind
the snow is c r u n c h i n g under my feet
I smell churned up earth
the DECAY of dead flowers
and voices
from the graves I pass by . . .
the day is d a r k
no sun shines
just thick dark clouds hang like ghosts
and it is snowing
the sky is w e e p i n g white
hidden, a bird cries like a new baby
I just want to fly a w a y
but I follow . . .
the hearse carrying my baby boy
I feel detached
a watcher of this scene
I hear the prayers DRIFTING among the stones
and in the b a r r e n snow covered trees
the smell of roses is choking
me, then . . . .
my family turn and are leaving
but I am a STATUE weeping alone
I sigh
long and sad
and then, I am
s
i
n
g
i
n
g a lullaby
it is drifting and f l o a t i n g in the wind . . .
_________________________
October 23, 2017
Free Verse/I Just Want To Fly Away
Copyright Protected, ID 951951
Written for the contest, Deep and Dark II
sponsor, Laura Loo
First Place
Imagine, if you can, a heavy iron wheel,
A wheel that turns slowly,
Well oiled and never still.
Every new day that dawns,
A new baby somewhere is born,
And added to the wheel,
That keeps turning, never still.
The new baby is in this circle,
Starting in life.
As time passes, she may become a mother,
Or be a husband's loving wife.
Though the wheel moves slowly,
To us all, it seems to fly,
Soon this young person sees her youth,
Waving her goodbye.
As we turn the next page,
To continue her journey on the wheel,
It's incredible how quickly we age,
As the wheel keeps slowly turning still.
Age tells us we are old,
We are no longer new.
If we were aware of that, years ago,
We would not believe it's true.
Age conjures up a feeling,
Of illness and decay
Gnarly and wizened,
Realising we have had our day.
The wheel of life keeps turning,
It will never cease.
It starts at our beginning,
And turns, till we decease.
When old people leave this earth,
To go to a better place,
More new babies are born,
To join the Human Race.
This dear newborn baby,
Is added to the wheel.
A wheel that turns slowly
Well oiled and never still.
I wrote this a year ago.
Amusing and entertaining leaving you in rolling laughter with humorous poetry; a gentle soft soul, nutty and charming. Quote by: Poet
"Just thinkin", will it be the year;
"A gift to last a lifetime" appear.
"New baby", I'd love and hold most, dear.
"A Valentine wedding", red roses and lace.
"Letting go" down new paths, find their place.
"Love changes everything" in everlasting grace.
"I've Fallen In Love", never dreamed I'd be a grandmother.
"September" my ballerina was born like no other.
"October bliss" a year later a little brother.
"No, I'm not kidding", I made a birthday request for another.
1/5/2021
Capture the Essence Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Margarita Lillico
Jan Allison's titles:
JUST THINKIN' 1/02/2021
A GIFT TO LAST A LIFETIME 10/14/2016
NEW BABY 8/19/2014
A VALENTINE WEDDING 2/01/2016
LETTING GO 04/02/2016
LOVE CHANGES EVERYTHING 5/31/2020
I've Fallen In Love 04/09/2014
SEPTEMBER 09/13/2016 SEPTEMBER
OCTOBER BLISS 10/06/2020
NO, I'M NOT KIDDING 09/04/2019
At only eight weeks, your entire kitten form fit easily into my cupped palms come together as if in -
So satisfyingly soft, your striped fur and your new baby purr. I could not resist your warm cuteness.
My little alarm clock. You're standing on my resting chest. Carefully keeping track of the tick tocks
of time between tender-pawed padded taps on my cheek. Yes, yes... I see the time my sweet friend and I know you depend on me. I again doze, until once again rose by my other cheek tap-tapped. Uummm... hhhmmm I say. Roll over. Snooze. This our morning routine you precious thing.
And other times... many times, you have gifted me with kisses. No no... now, now. I refuse to believe
it was merely you grooming yourself with your pink sandpapery tongue inadvertently tickling me
When you stare into my stare, you always win, as you are unblinking in ways that I am not.
What are you thinking little friend? As you look deeply with your clear, clean, sea foam green
eyes. Then, when your unbroken gaze lifts up to the same place on the ceiling in the corner of the room, above my bed, it is prolonged, pensive, uninterrupted. Taking something beautiful in.
Now, we both, a decade older...Oh other species, whose senses far exceed mine in scope and sensitivity, I wish you could tell me what you see. Hopi, don't leave me wondering. Do tell of a wonderous white angel, a cloaked counselor of sorts, an aura of the purest light surrounding him,
A heart-arrow equipped cherub, or spirit guide shape shifting into an orb of other-worldly hues
It couldn't possibly be the Face of --
Come near to me. Curl into my gently bent arm - the small, small weight of your chin on my
shoulder anchors me. Your rhythmic purr begins to align with my pulse. Calms my earthly anxieties
We don't know which of us will remain, miss the other. Thank you for letting me be your cat mother.
My neighbor wants to see her photo,
But I do not let her peek as it develops,
because I did that with my cousin Louisa Annabelle.
Louisa Annabelle was horrified as the Polaroid darkened up.
She was gone, disappeared, invisible. There was only a background.
Where did I go? She demanded.
This is when I realized this is no ordinary camera.
Understanding that in the future she will not be around.
“Has it developed yet?” Mrs. McPeek asked.
I jumped a bit, for she was looking over my shoulder.
My hair is so long! She said. And who is that baby?
Sure enough, she was holding a new baby in a blue blanket.
I kept quiet. She already has four boys from ten to five.
So this future seeing camera must be about a year ahead.
Why don’t you take a selfie? My granddaughter asked me.
I did not dare. I am an old woman. I am not ready to know,
I doubt I could take only the background.