Empyrean drops,
Monument of July,
The pluvial chapter of life...
O July of enfeebled yolk,
Dispenser of splendour of sempervirence,
God has watered your tongue.
Therefore, pour, July, pour
The essence of life,
The grit of living
Unto the bosom of the
Seventh month and other
Months of parturition.
Let us conceive in July,
To bear in good season,
Sons of courage...
Wearing festal garments
And adorning our heads with sepia cloths,
This shall reinforce hope.
In front of the monument of July,
(A slouching image of sleepy rain)
Right on its wet feet,
Shall we bless the earth abundantly.
O July,
Bearer of thirty-one offspring,
Male and female, dew and fog,
So full of grains of years,
Frenzied and dancing your rites
Together with the age of insistent youth!
Middle age is when neither youth nor old age
Finds you worthy...
They sing:
The perception of the pristine green
Aroma of July
Is often the first of the rites
Of the seventh month.
Categories:
parturition, farm, july, rain,
Form: Free verse
Your life is poetry—
whether words make it
on a page, a screen, an ear,
whether messages
or moments
meet the light of dawn,
parturition processed
sourced from the dusk
of fears and hopes.
You are ebbs
you are flows—
you are metaphors
blooming till they grow feeble
crinkling into fallen flowers,
meeting millipedes
meeting mess—
to grow again
anew—stalks sturdy—
hope an approaching fire
Flower,
Locus,
Living.
Categories:
parturition, allegory, blessing, change, deep,
Form: Free verse
Beginning mine act of God today
Blessed event creation dawning
Delivery labor not sent dismayed
Nascency natality parturition producing grace
Trend visitor from universal space
1/21/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2023
Categories:
parturition, adventure, analogy, appreciation, birth,
Form: Light Verse
when we enter this world
we face severe distress
our skull overlaps crushing us
we squeeze through our body, fighting to breathe
and after all the struggle ,we cry
not laugh nor talk,but cry
since the beginning this life showed us pain
and it continues to until death takes form
so we continue to fight through
till the very end
just like we did
when we took our first breath
Categories:
parturition, birth, deep, inspirational, life,
Form: Free verse
# MOTHER
A carrier of a child for nine months
With highly respected pains.
It is unbearable during the process of parturition.
Because it is the hardest section.
How can you depreciate such thing?
Even if you are developing.
She needs to be highly respected
Even if she is depleted.
Do you have something to say ?
Rather than to pray
Thanking God for such grace
Which cannot be gripped to any place.
Her love is incomparable
Even if she's not available.
Without her -some are incomplete
Dear Mother we praise your availability.
By Axolile Zabeko.
Categories:
parturition, black love, care, devotion,
Form: Rhyme
My most fervent hope is of the species that,
It wonders most powerfully and unceasingly anent the security of
These notebooks containing these selfsame poetic works;
And I hope also, that asleep and secured is how they are put away.
It must be for me to assume, and ah, yes, presume even such.
Forever I must presume their safety, that of these notebooks,
Else the very worst and most maternal ilk of
Patent worry should invariably ensnare and enmesh me:
It should eternally trap and bother me, this
Baldfaced concern for these, my scribal children.
Thus, within the compass of the caliginous fastnesses of
The occluded drawer of my wicker-paneled,
Square and flat-summited nightstand,
They lay at rest; and, when I, of a night or
Even a day, have little use nor need of them;
And whensoever as my stylus has stilled its diurnal or nocturnal
Movement, and is stationary, silent and at rest:
Resting along with these many notebooks:
These cribs and nurseries gently housing and cradling my poetic,
Inscribed progeny, and there is then no hourly
Requisite of further poetic parturition.
Categories:
parturition, anxiety, appreciation, art, assonance,
Form: I do not know?
4 ablution 4 acclimatization 4 adulation
4 benediction 4 biotransformation 4 blastulation
4 concatenation 4 conception 4 configuration
4 declaration 4 dictation 4 differentiation
4 ejaculation 4 emancipation 4 ********
4 fascination 4 flagellation 4 flocculation
4 gastrulation 4 glamorization 4 glorification
4 habituation 4 harmonization 4 homogenization
4 implantation 4 impregnation 4 incubation
4 jubilation 4 junction 4 juxtaposition 4 kation
4 keratinization 4 k-ration
4 labialization 4 libation 4 liquidation
4 manifestation 4 menstruation 4 micro-encapsulation
4 negotiation 4 notification 4 notion
4 ovation 4 oviposition 4 ovulation
4 parturition 4 penetration 4 perpetuation
4 quadruplication 4 qualification 4 question
4 reaction 4 repopulation4 reproduction
4 sanctification 4 schematization 4 scintillation
4 thermojunction 4 titillation
4 underestimation 4 unification 4 union
4 validation 4 valuation 4 vasocongestion
4 weatherization 4 workstation
4 zombification 4 zonation
Categories:
parturition, angel, baby, birth, child,
Form: Alliteration
Approaching life with no scrutinizing dispositions.
Relishing their youth,
Basking in the freedom of their most lively years.
Or so they say.
Young falling minds:
Everything is limited by perception,
Perception leading to misconception,
Misconception gradually surging to holistic pessimism.
Fallen minds don’t possess frame,
Or rather let me say, they are cluelessly lame.
Back and forth, right or left no distinction all is same
Elaborating: Life is just pretty much tame.
Their parturition in a time of good unlimited opportunities,
Yet at the brink of cowardice they are deceived,
And lazily cannot even perceive
That their lives are being sieved
And slowly but badly manipulated,
Later tension and crisis are manifested.
Unfortunately it is then late,
Their future has already been compromised,
The moisture has already vaporized,
All that is left is a dehydrated life substrate
Then all becomes one hell of a date,
Known as regret.
Categories:
parturition, youth,
Form: Rhyme
Lifeless Flag
Altogether!
Singing the ballad of joyless
Parturition, forced out of our tired throats
When our minds have been lost,
In the labyrinth of hope
Our laboured hope
Smashed to smithereens by the ugly boots,
Of our professed saviours.
Why? Should we sing?
When all heads bowed
In solidarity with the lifeless flag,
Fraught with frailty.
Eyes watershed drown the recital hymnal
Grabbing the fallen thin line of tune,
As we grope inward,
Searching out for a way forward.
Categories:
parturition, political
Form: Free verse
Life awakens in a serous sea
Momentary stirs inside me
Reminding me I’m not alone
also how large that I have grown.
Be patient my fidgety one
It won’t be long, your day will come
Your scheduled time is drawing near
To usher in a brand new year.
Christmas past was…ooh! God It hurts
It must be January 1st!
Parturition has now begun;
Well, do your thing daughter or son
It matters not since you’re my first
Though I pray not breech but headfirst.
Categories:
parturition, daughter, son
Form: Couplet