Long Toddler Poems

CRISIS TEAM : HELLO WE ARE HERE TO HELP 

AGENT BROWN: I AWAKEN EVERY NIGHT IN TOTAL FEAR FOR MY SAFETY AFTER WEARING WIRES PREGNANT BUYING WEAPONS AND DRUGS FEARING FOR MINE AND MY CHILDREN...

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Date:  August   2051

"Holannya's  new born baby girls!"
Dolly exclaimed 7  Friday morning.
Molly watched Holly sleep saying,
"Yeah finally and everybody's joyful right?"
Dolly replied, "Yesss so we'll continue 
With party preparations properly after
We...

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September  2051

End of  Autumn breeze sweet and gentle
Fluttering the garden as it passed. 
Holly was on video phone with her parents 8 morning time. "Mommy you and dad should be here for the...

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OUR BABY GIRL TURNS 21

ON 1ST JULY 1990~ THE ANGELS DID SOMETHING ALMIGHTY
FROM HEAVEN THEY SENT US OUR LIFE-LONG DESIRE-A PRECIOUS DAUGHTER TO LOVE AND ADMIRE.
TRUE TO YOUR NATURE YOU ARRIVED WITHOUT FUSS OR PAIN--THE...

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There are actual people
half woman half man
running mornings and
dream people in movies
half language half light.
Tomorrow is John’s funeral.

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This is my minute
my moment
Oops, gone!

Anything can happen
if you don’t resist
Resist!

		*			*			*

But who am I? You think bullets won’t
kill?...

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when I met you, I was dying. for the very first time in my life, but certainly not the last- you made sure of that
when I met you I was dying. I hadn’t eaten in...

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God bless those who are the readers of these words
Well God bless the people that read these verses or In this passage our truth be told from my experience
 these are the facts and the...

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Looking back to memories bright,
I remember she’d teach me wrong from right.
“Clean your plate.  There are others who have none.”
“Do your homework, and let me know when you’re done.”
“Look at me when I’m talking...

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I AM HARMONICA DEONTIA BALDWIN!

Somebody said Harmonica Baldwin was a smart child.
That she would grow into her womanhood and set the world afire.
Her characteristics inform her personality.
Harmonica Baldwin is magnetic.
She is perceptive and mindboggling.
Within, Harmonica...

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If memory serves me right it was one year before he died .Before he was killed that I last saw him with my eye.
From kindergarten
 (he was in first grade,  nine months older than...

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My false reality is a normal man,
owned by financial security, slave to
the essentials and more, much 
more.
My desired existence is that of an 
artist,
a wordsmith, a bard, a writer with 
potential
beyond measure and degrading 
limitations.
Lately,...

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that dark place had returned although 
I tried to conceal it but there it was again 
it had been years through medication therapy 
mass singing in the choir nothing worked 
I reached out to the...

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2012 still thriving with a horrid scar it’s sad that anyone would find a st Jude scar as attractive the documenting of trauma illnesses it’s sad go fund me caring for a healthy thriving toddler...

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growing up too soon

	you said: is there anything more excruciating than lagging behind
						being passed by
	a hasbeen
				still knocking on portals
twitching toes twirling thumbs
         in fidgety drawn-curtained waiting rooms

and...

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Sobbing of Mother

Who would be more knower definition of love?
When mother’s son sleeps untimely on the pool of blood
Timid when fires bullet triggering gun
Nozzle remains to outlet without cause

There, price of tear of mother’s 
Crazy...

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In her soul she exposes naked memories and lust for life

          A rebel conceived in a flash of pure passion

      ...

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someone wise told me I should write about my great loss, 
maybe it would help me deal with my sweet boy’s death-
truth is I would give any amount of money, pay any cost, 
to take...

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Awakened and degenerated, I feel I am clashing somewhere 
The clouds appear and then depart, just another face amongst billions  
Millions of colors of the rainbow at one point I thought I was rare...

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Our cold crisp air augurs an early snow before Thanksgiving. I need to look for my warm fur-lined gloves. The snow tires are heaven knows where in our cluttered garage, but they must be searched...

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I cannot focus on the focal point to equivocal, the pain in my memory, to memorial site. The night smells gunpowder in the middle galaxy to summon the smart, south to Saturn where I rest...

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Life is a beauty
From the day a baby starts
Everyone who knows about them 
Keeps them in their hearts
And when a baby’s born
There are tears of joy,
From the mother and the father,
And their little girls and...

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As I moved on to being a toddler I soon learned that; although, a good arm meant a lot it was not going to save me from the severe Oedipus complex that pitted not only...

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  Dear grandma, 
       you were my litchi  s u n r i s e, 
  encasing stars in honeydews of  h e a l...

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Chapter 11g 

Han and Kwona and their children 
Made their courteous introductions
Then were guided to their quarters
Where they soundly slept till sunrise 
 

Chapter 12a The Fireflower 
 
In the morning light they wakened
Now they saw with daytime clearness
The luxurious...

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It was a small school community, 
Close and cliquish, but a special one,
For physically disabled people, kids,
And so sometimes it was fun.

But we were paired informally, by the school’s ethos done,  
For those serious...

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