Speaking Your Mind
Every time you
don’t speak your
mind these things happen:
snails do
aerobics, flamingos update their
details on
important apps, palm trees spill
out Amish hats, combs beg to
eat
lemon pie, stools memorise
flame thrower literature, and
gravy animals, who live in
the clouds, help out
swamped midwives.
What do I know about maternity?
The Heavily Pregnant’ Fraternity…
First, labor cries a continuity,
Next, shouts of victory an eternity:
Lord God’s words had never returned empty,
Mothers with new babes, their strengths empty:
All of them just won the longest battle;
When occasioned wrongs attract no rattle…
Where you don’t meet smart men or The
More of “Father” Seeker than Gold Digger,
Male doctors, male nurses plus their husbands,
Young men there during labor beaten bands!
Where cut are cords joining mum and babies
But restored through breast milk to the babies
Careless still-births could maternities kill,
Wide gulfs created few midwives refill;
They know when to tell The Laborers “Push”
For maternities not sited in bush.
They say it all ends well,
but I’ve never danced to the tune of midwives.
I do not share in the religion of living life in blind sight.
Praise to the poets,
the singers,
the artists,
the clinically ill.
those who see life in color.
Curse the moralists,
those who mock the different
those who see through monochrome lenses.
Those are the ones who should be condemned,
left to them,
The light will never shine
No reason to wake.
And dreams nothing but dreams.
"She shall be called Woman,
Because she was taken out of Man."
What shall we make of Genesis 2: 23b
As it is written, it seems preposterous to me.
Time has proven quite the opposite is true
Despite how accepted the literalist point of view.
Midwives and OB-GYNs throughout our history's span
Have never brought a woman from the womb of a man.
reposted December 15, 2021
The not-true that may from lips spring
And in nearby and far-off ears ring;
Usually saving an innocent skin,
Scarcely for this reason a sin;
With usable sounds and alphabets
The trapped setting free from nets:
The midwives avowals to infanticide pharaoh
To reverse a male child murder show
Our false assurances to The-Much-Worried
About their Now-Dead-Once-Sick
So that they too wont be buried
From the wounds of the truth we lick….
From a wise wife of an alcoholic
To his friends visiting for a frolic,
Hundred percent sure that he was indoors,
Of his having just left for a good cause:
A timely frustration of killing glasses of whisky
Or the throat-burning gin no less risky:
From the heavens, Gods wave of Approving Hands
His singers angels, eyes for their bands.
A midwife harassing a woman in labour
Spread your legs now
And to further instruction bow
Or I shall phone your man
And tell him every rubbish I can.
Your two knees facing the ceiling
Or with stricter midwives be dealing
Armed with their taming cane
Sure to once again make you sane.
Your favourite lying sex position
You’d been making a nightly decision
That eventually got matters to this stage,
Opening as it were this challenging page!
And stop you must your moans;
These needless whines and annoying groans,
When flow finer sounds can from your throat
In our maternity, mother like verses quote...
Where the once heavy
Finally goes home with her baby.
Spread your legs now
And to further instruction bow
Or I shall phone your man
And tell him every rubbish I can.
Your two knees facing the ceiling
Or with stricter midwives be dealing
Armed with their taming cane
Sure to once again make you sane.
Your favourite lying sex position
You’d been making a nightly decision
That eventually got matters to this stage,
Opening as it were this challenging page!
And stop you must your moans;
These needless whines and annoying groans,
When flow finer sounds can from your throat
In our maternity, mother like verses quote...
Where the once heavy
Finally goes home with her baby.
"She shall be called Woman,
Because she was taken out of Man."
What shall we make of Genesis 2: 23b
As it is written, it seems preposterous to me.
Time has proven quite the opposite is true
Despite how accepted the literalist point of view.
Midwives and OB-GYNs throughout our history's span
Have never brought a woman from the womb of a man.
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Abuse not midwives,
When your wife is only 20,
Despise not the feeding hand,
That once made you full,
Break not the shoulder,
That you once leant on,
Heart break not a heart,
That loved you when in tatters,
Learn to do good,
Pay goodness for goodness,
For what goes around,
Come around unchanged.
©Poet Igweee
Mushroom village, population thirty-five.
Was perfect until Faerie Marie had quints.
Six happy faerie midwives flitted toward the hive.
They gobbled down all of Billy Faerie’s chocolate mints.
Mama Brownie went into labor an hour later.
Two of the midwives left the other four in charge,
They raided the Brownies’ refrigerator,
The biggest eater was the head midwife, Marge
The doctor was considered incompetent now.
As he had told them it was one baby, but it was actually three.
Those joyful midwives could not stop yelling “marvelous!” and “wow!”
I understood this as they handed one of the wee babes to me.
Mushroom Village’s siren went off at a quarter to four.
Extra midwives were recruited from elf town.
We were getting another baby to adore.
Joyful excitement was flowing all around.
People were being awakened all night long.
The whole village was abuzz and alive.
We were a united population, now baby-strong.
At 8 a.m. we repainted the village sign - Population 45.
Waiting for baby. 16/07/2018.
The hospital bag is ready in the hall. Oh the excitement and the stress of it all. Will we need an ambulance ? or will we get to the hospital in time after the waters have broke?
Midwives, checking weight, blood pressure, pee samples. It is like a science lesson. Going to ante-natal classes together, bonding, breathing, panting, when to push ? T o take pain relief, gas and air, something stronger, mines a gin and tonic !
About the contractions, count down, bear down, to baby's arrival, Baby kicking inside like a giant frog, punching my insides at night. Feeling like a watched pot ready to pop.
Its a worry too how will we feel, to be parents, will we cope, have a scan see the little person on the t .v screen, we don't want to know the sex, keep it a big secret.
The family's becoming a pain in the neck asking questions, dates, names, what schools its going to? The nursery stands ready painted yellow, cot in place, waiting for its bundle of love to arrive.
first child born 12/06/1987.
Who Are WE but Who We Are…
We are the conscience of the heart;
custodians of its emotions—conjuring,
molding and etching its most sacred feelings
upon the canvas of time’s time;
We are devoted lexical midwives—
delivering depolarized doses
of liberated thoughts from wombs
of metrical, pregnant minds;
We are the dream catchers of the soul,
unflinching emissaries of truth’s truth,
unafraid—dispelling lies—exposing
hypocritical cries;
We are the mourners
and revelers of nations; sages
standing strong, silently screaming,
stimulating sleeping souls:
We are poets—griots of the word.
"Midwives and you looking at me,
Why are you happy at my arrival?
Are you here to kidnap me again?
Do you dream I am good tidings?
If you can open my heart’s basket
And read message for the world
I hold here with me in confidence
None of you could rejoice anyway"
All listened, no one talked!
Cock got virgin spouse
they spent nice times together
she sang melodies to boyfriend
but soon she was pregnant
labor moment came with pains
Cock went to maternity ward
asking for space to labor the child
but one child it was not
One, two, three, many children
girlfriend gave birth
midwives were tired, not Cock
eyes- babies did not have
mouth- babies did not have
nose babies did not have
body- babies did not have
only round oval they were
But cock was not moved
he consoled spouse on and on
“21 days we shall be happy”
It happened; beautiful babies
came from manger
hail-storm gathered, kite licked its lips
and mongoose wagged its tail
the Cock never worried
he kept on scouting and crowing
alerting all that he was super power
At the end of the world great bears sleep under drifts,
Cardinal crowned Cranes sing and dance in joyous union.
Long winters blossomed by colourful spring and autumn.
Sweet summers vibrate with labouring European bees
As rowdy Sika deer wander this hardy land of contrasts.
Dragons breath seeps from deep earth’s core to sculpt
And create a soulful oasis within turmoil and bedlam.
Here the Ainu live in concord with nature’s seasons.
Bowing to midwives of our world protecting life’s wonders
I salute your gifts you leave us though I will never see
Your wondrous habitat of Hokkaido’s land of extreme,
To witness the land where great bears sleep under drifts.
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