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Tendency For Pregnancy

Grappling with parenthood over the years. 
Battling and facing my responsibility fears. 
Celebrations and failures leading to tears. 
Many moving parts like out of sync gears. 

But the universe said that we get a take two. 
Another chance to build family with baby new. 
After a few weeks of trying to make this life. 
Amazing what a husband can do with his wife. 

Guess who stepped up right into this room?
A positive prego test result in a big kaboom. 
Inside the belly is kid #2 plus maybe #3. 
In the ultrasound we will soon get to see. 

Our great son will finally get to be a brother. 
With a sibling so they can love one another. 
To grow and learn together and bring us joy. 
Joining the family as a playmate for our boy. 

In the days since I wrote the previous lines. 
We’ve checked out the kiddo several times. 
Hearing the heartbeat and seeing them grow. 
With each phase human features better show. 

First looking like a shrimp and then a seaturtle. 
Now doing womb workouts or jumping hurdle. 
Taking mommy’s energy, really wiping her out. 
Can often get so frustrating it makes us shout. 

But we’re looking at the long game and ready. 
Knowing it’s ok our emotions will not be steady. 
There will be fights and some arguments too. 
Because we want the best for our child # two.
© Adam Segal  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme


Face Down

My heart stopped beating, such a softer sin.
I close my eyes, I want to leave my body.
I can take a blade to my wrist now.
Let it bleed and take the red for what it’s worth.
Hope the smile on my face doesn’t show pain.
I’m feeling drained somehow.
I think I lost my final fight.

My hearts froze like the weather; so cold, so sad.
Can someone please just tell me that I’m enough.
We close our eyes and pray that it gets better but I’m over this.
My problems too tall and I’m too short.
Got the devil on my back.
The demons that I fight, they be coming for my soul.
I hope I don’t go to hell for killing myself.

Premium Member Stage Fright

Come out come out! Where ever you are!
Those of you hiding in the crowd know 
who you are.
Come out come out! wherever you are!
those of you scared to speak out loud 
in front of a crowd know who you are!
Those of you suffering from stage fright.
Know who you are. 

Just the thought of everybody looking at you. 
The fear of public speaking has you terrified.
You’re like a deer in a room full of mountain lions. 

Some of you say you’re not scared. 
You just don’t feel like coming up on stage 
Or stand up and speak in the middle 
of a classroom. But we know better. 
If you had a choice between stepping up to the mic 
or kissing the ugliest person on the planet. 
We know some of you would pucker up… 
When it comes to public speaking, some of you would prefer 
to be in the coffin then to give the eulogy at the funeral.
Some of you are scared that 
You’re going to embarrass yourself 
or that something is going to go wrong, 
or that you’ll look stupid. 

Well never fear, people want to hear you do well. 
They want to see you succeed, 
when you speak your mind.
Well that day will come 
when you are ready.

That’s when you’ll show 
your quiet defiance and determination.
You will be ready to dance 
like Nobody is watching. 
Sing like no one is listening, 
and speak like you’re standing 
in an empty room. 
If this sounds crazy, then you will learn 
that most poets aren’t wrapped too tight. 
And that our creative elevators 
go up to the top floor.
Where we are in good company.
Because if you haven’t heard, 
there are some people who are crazy, 
and then there are some people 
who are good and crazy.
So which one are you?

My Time

I know I’m just another
stating above and better
trying to place letters
to a beat with base and treble 
as my only form of credit 
to impress so they give merit
Offer opportunity 
tasked to write a tune to see
If I can light a room with ease
as ideas flow from the trap 
and the feet start tapping 
revealing I’m a river real 
delivering skill up hill but still 
separated from others simple 
by a large margin 
weightless starving 
but alike hair of Marge Simpson
a marvelous carving to marvel 

If I could take this time and stretch it a millennium 
to maximise my chance progressing 
wisdom and wise a continuum
I'd palladium like an Olympian 
a mastermind surpassed the master class 
that passed their class on to mine
giving worth the opportunity 
hard work on every tune and beat 
down enemies with many beats
losing myself in a smooth 
choosing to move 
me a viral arrival 
feeding eyeballs like bibles 
without the libel by the eyeful 
or preach of survival 
just rhyme pour thrive and recycle 
I’d take titles from rivals 
appear vital and entitled 
as I advise and supply those see me an idol 
a wise honest mindful of my all 
cus rhyme I’m alive for 
seven twenty fours 
the spring soars 
like sea shores 
my drug my needle 
the bug I breathe for 
once a monster under my bed 
I said 
move 
come sleep next to me nude 
it suits me to include 
don't know if a girl or a dude 
until the bump grew 
now exclusive 
a mortgage pet minion and two kids 
towards 8 billion to make millions 
on which I be wishing a wish to squish 
lost chances none can miss hit must fit 
and this is it 
ambition wanting winning 
now I assert peak perk and show thirst
all pert stood alert for my serving 
destined to live rhyme unnerved
to my time I give my word
© Nick Trim  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Waiting On Love To Capture Her

Here this lovely young lady
looks behind her in hope
would love to be someone's capture
in her dreams wishing to elope

Samantha wishes for real love
someone to sweep her off her feet
to show kindness and affection
telling her 'I love you' on every street

Her beauty is so delicately pure
lovely slim figure so easy on eye
such a beautiful summery dress
so attractive for any decent guy

Holding her parasol to protect
as the sun burns upon her back
Samantha's thoughts turn to romance
wishing still wishing love be on track

This beau is in the romance mood
waiting for it to come her way
as she turns to look on the blue sea
her emotions tell her I need to pray!
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Children's Happy Hour

Let us paint this world of fun. 
Pink,mauve and baby blue... 
Let us change the world goes round. 

Too many burdens I let you witness. 
A broken soul I let you embrace. 
I am sorry if I let you suffer. 
The pain of seeing me in despair. 

This time, honey let me show you the love. 
the happiness it brings,how it tickles your heart. 
Let us go to park and celebrate this life. 
Life that's full of reasons to laugh about. 

Smile little darling, I will stay by your side. 
I will be your superhero and never let you be harmed. 
In my heart I only treasure the love that never fades. 
I dedicate even my last breath to keep you happy and safe.

Thingummybob

Who’s that fellow that came, you know, what’s his name?
The one who was quite underweight
He came round last week, with a zit on his cheek
And he mended and painted our gate

Come on, you should know it was you had to show 
Him the things that were needing repair
He was ever so lean and not very clean
And was toothless with bright ginger hair

He had no teeth at all he was ever so tall
And was scrawny and lanky and long
He’d no meat on his frame but was awfully game
And for someone so skinny, quite strong

His mum had dementia he’d mislaid his denture
He came and he did a good job
He was gummy and thin with an odd kind of grin
Oh yes! It was thin gummy Bob
© John Fenn  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Memory Moments

Memory Moments
 
Held hands
Made plans

Life goal
Be bold

Life run 
No pun

People know
Peep show

Year in
Year out

Century in
Century out

Kiss now
Milk that cow

Day
Night

Monstrous
Fright

Full Moon
Silver Spoon

Freeze
Wait

Now
Reanimate

Free
Verse
-or-
Vers
Libre

Never
Perverse

Not
Zebra

Beer
Glass

Broken
Glass

Idiot
Fool

Nasty
Pool

Polite now
Wonder how

President’s dream
Money scheme

Milky way
Bale hay

Shout out
Never pout

Wonder how
Bless now

Star night
Stage fright

Moose fight
Monster fright

Twilight
All right

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
October 5, 2021 (Short-Line Free Verse)

Premium Member You Can Do It

No matter what you think or do 
God has the final word you see 
Because He's your Creator 
And He decides what's best for you. 

So no matter what road in your 
Life you choose to take. 
God has the final word in the very end 
No matter what decision you just make. 

But at the end of your day 
Don't blame God when things go 
Wrong or when nothing for you is working right 
After all is not His fault and this you know. 

Sometimes things are inclined to go bad 
And often times the best doesn't always show. 
All we need to face things as they often come 
And take responsibilities when things go wrong. 

Acting in a responsible manner 
Will help you do something about it. 
As you face and try to solve the problem. 
Keep your head high and never quit. 

At the end of your every day 
Focus and keep your head high 
Pick yourself up and seek God 
You know you can make it thru!
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Velvet Mentors

                   Velvet Mentors



You do not know who mine are.
Let's say they are a chorus of human angels.
Who helped me believe that no dream was too far,
No mountain, for any reason, was too high to climb,
No wish could that I could not make come true.

Without them, I never would have gotten far.
But stood like many, waiting for life to happen.
I do not pace nor wait, I have a wish list.
As I accomplish one goal, where is that next mountain?

Mentors have moved on passed away.
Some I of mine are on TV everyday.
Writers, actors, ministers that helped me grow.
Their message, quite simple:
"Panagiota, get on with the show."

I queried, "How can I pay you back?
"Do good to others, always! "
Whilst mediation of them just now,
I penned this most humble creation.
With their help and divinations!


               August 16, 2020
                6:30am PST

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