Long New baby Poems
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Once read that a kangaroo can't jump
Unless its tail is touching the ground
I've tried it and I couldn't jump either
I too was literally earthbound
Heaviest land mammal is the elephant
Weighing close to 8,000 pounds
Me mum-in-law comes in a close second
Those booms are her walking around
A quarter has 119 grooves on its edge
A dime has only 118 grooves
Bet you'll be able to sleep well tonight
This information tends to soothe
A whale's heart beats only 9 times a minute
Faster when they're having sex
Imagine the picture you guys are seeing
Afterward, smoking a cigarette
It's a little-known fact that baby robins
Eat 14 feet of worms a day
The heartburn these guys must be having
Need lotsa Pepto Bismol I'd say
If you decide to walk all the way to the sun
It would take you bout 2000 years
If someone started back in 18 A.D.
They're just about to burn up, I fear
In Turkey, back in the 16th century
Drinking coffee could get you hanged
Imagine if they killed you for that today
Populations would drop with a bang
Every 8 seconds, a new baby is born
Every 14 seconds there's a death
Suggest we all stop having sex every night
Coz there won't be any space left!
I am a bonafide certified mommy-fied leader of a dog pack.
They currently sit at my feet waiting to see what we will do next.
Beau our newbie is the only renegade who keeps running from the pack.
He has never had the run of six acres before, and he loves it.
Sophie, our old lady cocker is sedate and stoic…
unless another member gets too close, then she gives a guttural
warning growl.
She is proud to be the matriarch.
Buddy at one hundred and sixteen pounds could take all of us.
But he is a gentle giant, going with the flow, letting the new baby manhandle him.
Beau at five months, attacks his big bro and often
Play biting his leg and his undercarriage.
They run from couch to couch, moving furniture as they go.
I am super proud to be a bonafide certified mommy-fied leader of a dog pack.
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.
III. Shorty Rico continues.
D. She withholds the fact that Shorty Rico's ex- Female friend was
pregant and had moved away. She became pregant and disided to . marry him. Telling everyone she'd been in love before and this guy
was marrage materail.
E. They marry. After the ceromony the grooms father tells his new in-laws
That the other pregnacy was a joke and the lady who started the
rumor atmitted it to him. He coingradualted the newly weds>
IV. The Marrage. He found himself in love and wanted to spoil his wife.
A.People who knew her often befreinded him only
to tell him things about her.Somne really loved her
the others didn't.
B. She and He began playing instruments. and were then apart of
an orchastra.
C. She cheated with a guy in a box truck, and became pregant.Even w which Shorty Rico stayed and called the child his.
D. On stage before a national audience during a Concert in
a very popular city. Shorty Rico and the Baby Daddy fought
tooth and nail gaining national attention.
E. National exposure got them contracts in new areas.
The wife of Shorty Rico wore a poncho with nothing under it
modeling in a very well known magizine.
F. Shorty Rico signed a contract with a Territorail Wrestling Outfit
in the Pacific Northwest.
G.They remarried and continued there relationship to include
the new Baby Daddy.
Tiny little fingers;
Teeny little toes.
Little breaths escaping from
Your itsy bitsy nose.
Skin as soft as satin;
Lips a perfect bow.
Belly up and down as if
You’re putting on a show.
In your isolette, you doze
While visitors all stare,
In awe of your existence
And just thrilled that you are there.
Dream on, brand-new baby,
Unaware of all your charms,
For we are here to cradle you,
Protective in our arms.
You’ll never understand the love
Your birth has caused to rise
Until you’re on the other side
And see with grown-up eyes.
For now, your job is just to be
So settle down and sleep,
Cocooned by our emotions,
Which are tender, pure and deep.
I, Zechariah, was a faithful priest.
My, wife, Elizabeth, and I were known
for following God’s laws unfailingly.
No veering from the Scriptures, we’d condone.
Though we were blessed, there was a painful void.
My wife could not bear children. Long I’d prayed,
“Please give us, Lord, a child.” But we grew old,
without a miracle of life displayed.
According to set customs for the priests,
the lot of burning incense fell to me.
While people at the Temple prayed outside
this area, an ANGEL I did see!
I was afraid. The Angel said, “Fear not,”
and added that my wife would bear a son.
We were to name him John. He would bring joy
to many. Through him, God’s work would be done.
Filled with the Spirit even in the womb,
in God’s eyes he would be considered great.
He’d turn the hearts of many back to God
and make paths for the coming Savior straight.
My doubt was clear: “We’re old. How can this be?”
“God sent you this good news,” the Angel said.
“I’m Gabriel. Due to your unbelief, . . .”
What followed filled my heart with shock and dread!
“You will be mute till after John is born.”
I’d lingered with my duties for so long
that others at the Temple wondered why.
I couldn’t speak to tell them what was wrong!
God kept His promise, as He always does.
Elizabeth gave birth. Some kinfolks thought
that he should have my name, but she said, “NO!
His name is John.” Then my desire was sought.
“His name is JOHN!” I wrote. My tongue was loosed.
I praised the God of Israel with joy.
Filled with the Spirit, I then prophesied
about His plans for our new baby boy!
August 1, 2022
entered in the Brian Strand Premiere Choice Contest
"MY ADOPTION"
"1979"
ON THE DAY I WAS ADOPTED, I WAS PLACED UNDER PAM & BOB'S WINGS..
I WAS BORN INTO THEIR HEARTS, IN A VERY SPECIAL WAY..
THEY OFTEN TOLD ME HOW MUCH THEY PRAYED & DREAMED OF TAKING THEIR LITTLE RED HEAD BABY GIRL HOME..
THE DAYS & NIGHTS WERE LONG, AS THEY WAITED
4 THE FINAL SAY THAT I WAS LEGALLY THEIR DAUGHTER.
MY MOM OFTEN WOULD TELL ME THAT MY BRIGHT ORANGE HAIR STOOD OUT WHEN THEY
WOULD VISIT ME..
WHEN THEY FINALLY SIGNED THE LAST PIECE OF PAPER, THEY HAD TEARS OF JOY AS THEY HELD ME IN THEIR ARMS AS THEIR NEW BABY GIRL.
THEY SAID I WAS THEIR PERFECT LIL ANGEL
THEY HAVE ALWAYS WAITED 4..
AND THEY HELD ME TIGHT &
MY NAME CHANGED TO
MELISSA J. DEMONT..
I have no time Melinda argues
You need to take time for you, we tell her.
I am way to busy! She shrieks.
She is on her own last nerve.
We see it.
One aunt says she will watch the two-year-old twins.
A great-grandma offers to take the new baby home for the day.
Grandma wants to do her laundry.
We are all rebuffed.
Melinda is the only one who can do any of that.
She is frazzled, frenzied, and frantic.
We have seen postpartum before.
You really need to take some time for yourself we tell her.
A doctor’s visit might be in the works.
I am too busy! Melinda argues. “I cannot see a doctor!”
We are at a loss.
We cannot force a grown woman to take time for herself.
To relax, take a bath, play soft music.
Sadly, her entire family is suffering now.
My mama's belly sticks out far!
I cannot see a passing car
when walking with her on the street.
I wonder what she had to eat?
I think she has a lot of gas,
for when we lay on the soft grass
her tummy moves this way and that
most every time I touch or pat.
And mama wears shirts like a tent
when we are home or where we went,
because her buttons sometimes pop
when we run fast or skip and hop.
My mama said, today I'm three
and has a secret to tell me!
She put my hand on her big bump
and soon I felt a tiny lump.
Said big surprise is very near,
a brand new baby for you dear!
Its tiny foot was touching me
and soon, big sister I would be!
I ran and jumped on big my bed
then grabbed my Teddy, by his head,
and on my baby laid it there -
brought Teddy close for us to share!
Sandra M. Haight
~1st Place~
Premiere Contest: Three-Year-Old's Thoughts
Sponsor: Brenda Chiri
Judged: 07/23/2017
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.