Long Teething Poems
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Schizophrenic tendencies
Stealing useless sh*t like a kleptomaniacal king
Laughing and tip toeing to the closet
While listening to the faucet drip
Freaking out my third eye blinking stunting your growth with a lean
Heavy petting in front of you
Sucks to think about you and actually think that I was thinking about letting you view
Drama setting developing characters steady sweating in a church corridor and sat down on the pew
Confessed a few horror stories and placed the priest in a matrix
Intelligently designed inside this hell's hatred
He cried and prayed as I snatched his soul and vaped it
There's no escapaping this
I'm being blamed framed about to get arrested in vain while they tape it
Look Mom I made it!
Walk a mile in my ASICS
Basic training
No negotiations
Guilt trippin on my laces
Remembered my cape and draped it over dead friends that became time wasted
Man I should've saved them
They always told me to go home
So I jumped off the deep end and waited
I'll eat you like a four course meal prepared and plated
I'm ing hungry
Spitting on you in front of me with a toxic venom developing a tongue disease
Better start to run from me
As I lunge with hands clung to a machete and swung at you hung from a tree
This sh*t is fun f*cking dumb b*tch punch you in the face and munched your c*nt for free
The f*ck you want from me?
Dan, drum roll please
Sum it up punch drunk stole your b*tch at the lunch truck five fingers linger the flavor of the week
Swinging at a country singer smiling inside my violent dream
Means my demons fire breathing heaving the heat
Call me the pretty b*tch leave your ass in the urn with burns from the third degree
Half cocked leaning against the wall throwing up queasy feelings mixed drinks 1,2, and 3
F*ck you and f*ck me then leave
Fall on your way out like that autumn leaf
Trippin on the broken sidewalk cracked under your feet
Deep sleep woke the weak dreams screaming for tweak
Leaped over your jeep and beat you with the meat cleaver stashed under the seat
Freaking the out inside an asylum for three weeks
Jeez it's freezing my body’s even seizing with heavy breathing strapped in a straight jacket teething
Lost in a controlled environment where everything that seems to be or seeming has no f*cking meaning
Wrapped round in swaddling clothes,
I saw her bright beaming face.
Lying helpless, still in a trance,
I sensed her soft soothing touch.
Warm it was when huddled tight,
Glad it was to be held close,
Pleasure it was to be lifted up,
And Heaven it was to be in her lap.
She took me in her caring hands,
She fed me with her nourishing milk,
She made me sleep with lullabies sweet,
And kept alert on day and night.
As time slowly glided past,
I grew fast into a tiny tot.
Crawled around in sweeping haste,
Reaching out to all I could touch.
It left my mother so hardly pressed.
She never had even time to sit,
Cut down she, her afternoon nap,
Cast aside she, her rest and respite.
My teething time – a real hard time!
For reasons none, I grew so irritable.
Itchy – fidgety, I cried on end,
Futile it went all her tricks to tame.
It made my mother grow jittery.
Consulted she every quack and doc,
Administered she every harmless dope,
And interceded to all divine help.
It was only a passing phase,
With consistent care, I grew to a buxom babe.
My childish pranks delighted all.
Too glad grew my mother to see me fare.
Soon I learnt to steady myself up,
The Toddler placed the first faltering steps.
It was always with bated breath,
My mother watched my growing up.
She ever remained a pillar of strength,
In who I saw, a never- failing friend.
She led me through the devious turns of life,
Always there to lend her helping hand.
Wise it was to seek her counsel –
In complex issues too hard to solve,
Sane and sound, she ever remained.
To trials of life, she never surrendered.
She taught me the quintessence of life,
She showed me the route to tread,
Her zest for life, never once ceased,
Her trust in God ever on the rise.
Now my mother ceases to exist,
But sure she will continue to live,
In my heart, she reigns supreme.
No force on Earth can cast her out.
As I look back to days of yore,
All I wish is to conjure up the past,
To be reborn a second time,
To be my mother’s darling child!
I am taking care of my 11-month-old grandson. I love every-minute and he's stolen my heart. I've seen the growth within him with lots of love and affection he gets. He is crawling and into everything. I never realized how many things needed for this small infant.
Car seat or they won't let you leave the hospital without one
As many diapers as you think you'll need
Diaper bag that handles everything you need on the go
Baby changing table, diaper change as quick as you can they get pretty squirmy
Wipes for their sensitive skin
Diaper rash ointment relieves baby's painful rash
Grocery store plastic bags, fantastic for disposing all those stinky diapers
Baby bath tub, there is such a sweet smell of a freshly bathed baby
No tears baby soap
Washcloths
Baby bath towels hooded or non-hooded
Sleepers with buttons and snaps, they are so much easier to put on
Swaddle or baby blankets, wrapped snug arms from wiggling free
Nail clippers, he loves scratching the back of my arms and face
Baby brush
Baby comb
Thermometer
Baby clothes, they'll grow out of it so fast
Socks
Shoes
Bottles
Formula or milk for hungry
Bottle brush
Baby teething ring to relieve sore gums
Baby binkis it tends to calm them when they are not feeding
Baby dishes
Baby spoon
Variety of baby food and cereal
Juices
Highchair
Bibs
A rocking chair to rock and kiss them good night.
Bassinet or Crib
Crib sheets
Toys, age appropriate for learning
Baby walker, fantastic to keep them busy for a little while
Stroller, a must when you walk or shop
Baby proof your whole house, once they start crawling, they are into everything
Camera, time goes so fast you'll want to remember it all.
7/29/2019
A dream worth living for
Born in the image of an unspoiled soul
Newborn stretches it's small limbs
Hungers, cries, crawls, and walks
A new peaceful dawn, a new world unfurled
5/14/2019
Poetry Contest: Writing Challenge 3, July 2019 - List
Sponsored by: Dear Heart
When the sky shall cry soon,
your head shall be the dwelling place
of its tears of shame and lame.
I will help to sing this cracking song,
an unbelievable old fashioned tone,
a jazz tone of Fela Anikulapo,
Nigeria shall be the theme of my tone,
we will not clothe corruption again.
My poem, our poems shall stand
to unveil those political animals
with palms written with greed.
In the basket of illusion have they
deceived us and made us insane,
our eyes, a beach of salty pains,
tears comes to play randomly.
My poem, our poems shall have
hands to get this uneased land rest.
Poets are not myopic in nature!
Do not trade with our senses!
Whole Soyinka dreamed of conquering
but failed at his teething words.
For boys of tomorrow we taught
how to guide their tomorrow.
My brothers in arms and words,
My sisters in wordwar three,
be armed with your armours.
Freedom one day shall be ours!
From political imposition we'll rise,
Poetry a mightier weapon of warfare.
Man up men and women of words!
Man up sisters and brothers in wordwar!
A triumphal medal is in front!
Of womanhood, we'll journey,
Of manhood, we'll stand firm.
Advance towards corruption!
Man your words and kill!
War for human right
War for tomorrow,
War for freedom from bad leaders!
We are not cattle to be slaughtered,
let them know we have blood flowing,
a speaking blood than Abel's.
Tomorrow we shall not hang our towls
on the surface of the sea to dry quick.
We have a dream to rewrite Nigeria,
so, man up brothers and sisters of wordwar
let's save Nigeria and purge her sins away.
A saint is not without a sin, a saint
is one with a sin and knew he has a sin.
Man up let's save our fatherland.
Nigeria died yesterday when we stopped
sounding the drums with our mouths.
Nigeria is gone into abyss
we could take another route to
resurrect our land-
Man up brothers and sisters of words
tomorrow is in our hands.
©John Chizoba Vincent
From_A_Pen_Refusing_Frustration
Dear Shari Todd – written July 29, 2015
While rifling thru outdated writing,
which virtual thumbing
wrought non deadly chancre “FAKE” blister
(long thee envy o' this wordy mister
a reference to mine youngest sister
prior tuff fall lout dynamic
emotional frenzied analogous
rapacious seditious tempestuous twister)
Tis hospitality of yar behalf
to league gal lee
tender our lovely daughter
begat in part by meself,
whose punctured psyche doth chaff
at mine severe prepubescent short comings,
which trajectory of teen years,
a downward line on spiro (Agnew) graph
which deprivations well nigh
finds a civil war raging
against one half of ma being
(Oh Henry), a Harris son,
who these days genuinely
tries his Level best
at lighter side of life to laugh
comedy of errors, boot
haunting visions visit Twelfth Night
figuratively brow beat
like an unseen dis staff.
glad that Shana (thee darling daughter
afflicted with cognitive development
entailing homebased intervention) wince
she blossomed into
a beautiful young lady,
now under Dunning aegis (bonanza) since
emotionally stable, and quiet
on western (Bend,
Oregon) front, rinse
sing with yar incredible credit karma,
her existence Quince
sud dental (juiced teething),
living with papa,
would mount to a travesty,
sham, mockery...if superficial
only perp pull reigning “FAKE” Prince
likely to barrel within
outward bound mince
meted MainLiners along here
built “mini mansion” homes
NOT bedecked with chintz
at 724 west railroad avenue
(previous address of this bummer)
anyway, should ill fate befall
like an overstuffed blintz
if this king Lear Rick Hill
wannabe meets fatal doom,
thy "mother abby" would
get panic stricken (rue...
123 nurse says push babies first breath babies first cry baby looking mama in the eye beautiful site
123 baby teething baby shots so many tears mama wishes she could stop yet learning
words and making friends well half way anyway teaching that no no can go both ways
Shes mastering abc's and saying thank you and please all in 1 2 3 she might even be a prodigy
1 2 3 everyones applauding at her first speech and shes going out for ice cream chocolate her favorite flavor without the cheery on top just to sweet
daddy kisses mama on the cheek at least hes not not drunk just happy when happy drunk he tounges he punches walls not tonight hes happy cause shes graduating
1 2 3 shes about to pop the question daddy mama can i have a boyfriend an argument quickly ensues daddys mad cause mamas not taking it serious enough she laughed that was the wrong thing to do at home the girl goes straight to the room.
1 2 3 the arguing has finally ceased but theres a creaking down the hall 123 theres a stranger entering the room its to dark to see but she knows its her daddy hes come to give her a whippin at this time of night and hes telling her shes deserving of it all and tonight he says hell teach her about life 123 this this is wrong and they both know it hes going to molest her hes going to wreck her at 13 when she had her whole life ahead of her
1 2 3 bang theres a gasp mama pulled the trigger daddy took his last breath theres blood on the bed mama holds her daughter and cries
123 ambulance announce him dead on scene mamas put in handcuffs daughter goes to foster care mama in jail until the court date life is hell for the both of them till the judge speaks his peace he says for the crime commited i give you no time for protecting your child from a monster in the dark but i give you three seconds to leave this court room before i give you more than just community service and in 123 they escaped the courtroom to freedom never looking back
‘ The Baby-Talk Song … ’
It’s Been 30 Years Ago …
But the Memories are Starting To Flow
Going Thru These Newborn Clothes …
Oh … How Fast Children Grow
You Were A Beautiful – Baby Boy !
That Teething Cat, was Your Favorite Toy
You Were Precious to Your Dad and Me
As Was Your First Words … in The Nursery
goo-goo ga-ga Da-Da
goo-goo ga-ga Ma-Ma
We Tried to Get You to Say It Again
So We Could Bragg to All Our Friends
You Were The Apple of Our Eyes
Going: goo-goo ga-ga
We Loved to Hear Your Baby-Talk
Especially … at Your First Baby-Walk
Going: goo-goo ga-ga Da-Da
goo-goo ga-ga Ma-Ma
… Laughter; Tears
Curiosity or Fears …
Always, Tell Us What You’re Trying To Say
… New Things; Mistakes
Triumphs or Heartaches
We Just Love To Hear You Anyway …
Ever Since: goo-goo ga-ga Da-Da
goo-goo ga-ga Ma-Ma
When ol’ Burke, was Put to Sleep
You were so Hurt, You wouldn’t Speak
I Said: ‘Don’t Be Afraid To Cry …
‘Cause I’m … goo-goo ga-ga Ma-Ma
And The First Time You Came Home High
Hanging with the Wrong High-School Guys
Daddy Explained, it to You Best …
He Helped You Get Out of Your … Mess
He wasn’t Shame and Here’s Why …
‘Cause He’s … goo-goo ga-ga Da-Da
Laughter; Tears
Curiosity or Fears
Always Tell Us What You’re Trying To Say …
New Things; Mistakes
Triumphs or Heartaches
We Just Love To Hear You Anyway …
Ever Since … goo-goo ga-ga Da-Da
goo-goo ga-ga Ma-Ma
… Pa Took Pictures of Bride and Groom
You Held Her, Like Your First Baby-Spoon !
… Now, Today … Our Family Gathers ‘Round
Overjoyed … At Your Baby’s Sounds …
goo-goo ga-ga Da-Da
goo-goo ga-ga Ma-Ma
goo-goo ga-ga Da-Da
goo-goo ga-ga Ma-Ma
for: ('Great' Aunt –(smile) Carolyn Devonshire…
Who just told me she’s doing
Baby-Care Duty for Newborn in Family
A Precious Time Indeed
… I Dug This One Out (smile)
MoonBee
Watery eyes pour puppy chow into a bright and shiny new dish.
Tears alone most surely cannot amount to that of wonderful filtered water—this doesn't change the fact that I am outright crying—(please don't tell).
She named her Luna and I fell into puppy love.
This puppy, of only eight weeks old, is already the size of many full grown small breeds.
She's a Pit/Rot mix and I am in love with her.
I'm a bit of a softy, in general, but this particular animal is to die for.
She's too young yet to properly potty train.
We have found the back patio to be the early learning facility.
It has been working quite well as we have obviously been blessed with an above average intellectually gifted Luna girl.
Luna the tuna is the easiest rhyme and all the made up words to match are made of pure sugar, honey and love.
Do I recommend this particular breed of dog?
Well, I've only had her about 2 weeks now but my final answer is yes; definitely.
Maybe we just got lucky?
It is possible that my girlfriend is just that pet savvy that she just knew...
Being the man that I am, paying attention to nearly everything (I mean nothing), hopped into the car and she said, "Are you ready to go to P.A."?.
As if I had a choice.
Drive three hours to buy a dog we've yet to meet and pay $300.00 for..?
That's exactly how it took place.
On the ride back from acquiring our new companion, Luna and I snuggled up and I was and have since been in puppy love.
Most of the time.
They poop and pee and chew and nip and eat the nastiest things like their very own poop.
Bad breath is temporary as they work through their process of teething.
Luna-girl
This puppy that I somehow ended up being her dad.
Is the best thing that has happened to me for a while.
Luna is her name.
She is only 8weeks old.
We share a common bond that is simply described as . . .
Puppy Love
4/7/17
Dear,
Dear,
Dear... Whoever this is too.
The collective unconscious, the universal "you".
Anybody who's listening,
I thought, but I never knew.
I Swallow, before I chew,
I'm a swallow who never flew.
Like how Jesus Christ was a Jew, and Islam preaches, peace,
In
All their teachings.
How many different ways can we read things?
Pre conceived notions. Media misleading.
Directly, directing,
And pointing people to where it's bleeding.
You can save your Mom, for a small fee,
This is the country we call free?
'Well don't say that, they still let us watch TV.'
I think the real problem here, is most of you aren't breathing.
Been transformed,
to unthinking, unfeeling, colicky little,
TEETHING TODDLERS!
Whining, crying, peeing, NOT REALLY SEEING,
What act-ual-ly-is,
Going on here...
All think were sailing straight ahead when really
Our Governments gon' *****.
In P'Town sipping tall beers,
Every press conference, bring a beard.
Hypocrites, living in fear.
What's wrong with honest and clear?
They told me 'You can't handle the truth!', and tried to shoot me.
I'm a hallo-gram of a hallow man,
Didn't notice em' go through me.
They froze, said, 'Oooh, spooky.'
The next few scenes,
Are based loosely offa' Platoon, I dunno know if you seen it?
Well I'd advise that you bring along your new crew-ci-fix,
Cuz you about to view-you some-gruesome, twisted,
Sick, Wicccc-ked- acts,
As a response, to this, REDIC-ULOUS! Lack-of,
Pas-sion.
The definition of your jobs, that y'all still
AIN'T GRASPIN!
This Flacid,
Fast-talk, that,
WE ACCEPT FOR PASSIN!
I say 'hey, why don't we all share together,' I hear
"Only cuz its in fashion"
We don't check the way that we're acting,
This nation ain't gonna last long.
In these Glutenous Hunger Games?
I'd be more happy on RATIONS!
In a weightless state of tranquility,
paraphrasing relentless thoughts of motion
in my head into words, which 'til now
have laid dormant in unsung verse, waiting
for you to shine brightly upon them.
Freshly painted impressions mark
the beginning of halcyon days, where gulls
hover just above waves that barely
kiss the shoreline, burying tiny toes
beneath the coolness of wet beached sand.
To what shall we compare thee or can
your effulgent beauty be measured
by metered stanzas of verse taking form
on rice paper and egg shells so that the yolk
slips out draining lucent into the earth's core.
Your wisdom surveys the high seas,
coursing through cavernous veins that harbor
quietly in safety channels, as zephyrs
challenge moist underbrush among youthful
lips, blowing innocent kisses in playful semblance.
Oscines sway in sync beneath heaven's domain,
bathing in rays of sweet luminosity,
as sun-drenched fossils rise, reborn,
reclaiming their gaiety to shine unobstructed,
teething along crevasses of incandescence.
Embrace these Sun days, reflecting
on fireside chats and old storybooks,
reciting euphonious tales that burn mellow,
rising to greet the eyes of omnipotence
with chants of celestial song and dance.
And to this place we call rapture,
let wings of sober doctrine reveal
where grace resides within Sol's castle,
waiting for the children to come forth
with clasped hands in joyful unison.
Such days will greet warmth openly,
without hesitation, so the orbiting
star becomes ever more pliant,
allowing whatever name you choose
to objectify it, to stand always...
Bright, within itself.