Placenta Poems

JUST ONE MORE REVELATION

JUST ONE MORE REVELATION

Lines that radiate out from a centre
Like spokes of an umbrella or wheel
As new thoughts and ideas are born
Yet some memories can still intrude
Reminiscent of the things I’ve seen 
And all that I could have ever been
Or even by mistake, have construed
As if a baby from the womb is torn
And making me both think and feel
That this universe is like a placenta

Nose

Nose

Once a year my 
long ears and long snout, exhausting to 
tolerate, disconcerting, are lined with 
mother-of-pearl. 
I can convert my 
long nostrils into 
wafer. 
I reprimand painfully my 
very plain features. 
Adorable, lovable, they aren’t so
that must mean 
I aren’t!
I can with my 
big nostrils squeaks cause 
very hard circumstances to 
the possums, and the one or 
two bats who think 
my attic is 
their home.
I sneezed the other day and from 
my left nostril ejected a
neon-blue statement made under oath about 
the misuse of 
placenta and foetal membranes.

Buddha speak

Where lies the placenta in the womb of space,
soma nectar upon which our soul may feed,
that renouncing paths of ego spawned disgrace,
we may invoke bliss and allow God to lead?
The answer oh hermit, is head-heart embrace,
divine entwined and with love our sturdy steed,
becoming empty within, granting God room,
we behold in wonderment, heart lotus bloom.

belly button reminder

frothy fluffy frazzled fluff
lives in my bellybutton said agent ****
Frenzied frogs do not have a clue
Having no bellybutton as they grew.

My bellybutton is an instant reminder to me.
Placenta which provided nourishment to thee.
Myself and placenta attached by a fleshy cord.
Severed in delivery room by a young doctor’s sword.

Faith's Chained Haiku

The living mindscape.
      Virtues stage, showing colors.
      Painting the belief.

 Sculpted in truth's form.
 A resurrect, re birthing.
 A glorious seed.

      Sunlight on our skin.
      The kiss of destiny's plan.
      Shining in fullness.

 Wade through trials' fires.
 Follow through the mire.
 Wishing, stokes desires.

     Thinking in silence.
     Genuflecting what makes sense.
     Sending confidence.

 Someone to share it.
 Truly a gift sent from God.
 Unwrapped hearts with strings.

     In living color.
    The world shows a designer.
    Of a designing.

 Urging urgently.
 Wind carries sounds, just a taste.
 As my mind swallows.

    The intentional.
    Inventional-convention.
    Dire introspection.

 Showing Cause, Aeffects.
 Righteousness spell dialect.
 Never, derelict.

   Afterbirth of hope.
   Placenta in the remains.
   Gives us its growth pangs.

 A beautiful way.
 It has its way to premise.
 In living promise.

                            In living color.
                  The Holy Spirit sends it.
                        Wisdom to gather.

Man-Made, Yet a Human Brain Was Cooked Into Stygian-Hued Glass By Spilling Lava In 79ad

A curve of sky
in a corner cusps a smooth,
thick dusting 

of carrot-mauve hues 
tonight. Drapes over heather
trees 

whose arms 
and hands bend with this drowsy sky
as it starts

to fall asleep-
the cyrean "silk" upon 
which this 

cantaloupe tint 
is traced, daubed, by the brushstrokes 
of Mother Nature;

is ready 
for the deep onyx doves-with halos-
of a cold Spring night.

With the Heavens' 
cut diamonds-for the Goddess-
and immaculate 

lambency.
This soft lusty Dusk will Father
a shiny glass red 

rose, 
a radio balefire 
that will 

capitivate 
through the limbs of the esteemed 
trees, 

wink 
through this Springtime's beetling 
intimacies 

on a windy night. 
The man-made magenta 
comforts 

as it beams 
next to the "Sunrise Field", 
mowed emerald blades 

under 
another sky of day-break 
pigments-

a dawn 
placenta of bright lemon 
vanilla,

and little 
sugar- coated strawberry 
juices-

another corner 
of the clay, sea, and cloud-and ash-
colored campus- 

bewitching 
oil paintings in crystalline 
emblems...

A Baby Is Born

Away from the calm and soothing placenta
The baby cries into
A strange world of love
Hatred and confusion
In which the mother always hear baby crying of fright once born
In which the mother will later guide him through with love

Delivery Room

The laughter of the wind .
The silence of winter.
The punishment of determination.

As she pushed and pushed ! Moaning to get him out, it was the realization of stubbornness being born.

The father in those dark times , dissapeared like snow in spring drowning his shame and sorrow, in dirty skirts and cheap whiskey in dodgy corners of the Jozi city.

Just before he got his head out of the placenta... he had a vision! A prophecy!.
Life was never going to the all "rainbows and unicorns" but sweaty palms and lonely nights.

There was light! At the end of the tunnel , because Pa returned to the Delivery room.
With the realization of who was coming to the world.
An Artist but not your everyday Picasso.

Nature's Chained Haiku

The living landscape.
Natures stage, showing poems.
Painting the canvas.

Sculpted in true form.
Lifes' canopy, its' awning.
A naked portrait.

Sunlight on our skin.
The kiss of destiny's plan.
Shining in fullness.

Wade through times' passing.
Wallow in magical mists.
Wishing, stoking fires.

Thinking in silence.
Smelling smoke from the chimneys.
Sending memory.

Someone to share it.
Truly a gift sent from God.
Unwrapped hearts with strings.

In living color.
The world shows a designer.
Of a designing.

Urging urgently.
Wind carries sounds, just a taste.
As my mind swallows.

The intentional.
Inventional-convention.
The entire spectrum.

Showing Sun and Moon.
Under great blue enchantment.
Gaia is with child.

Afterbirth of rain.
Placenta in the remains.
Gives us nourishment.

A beautiful day.
It has its way to renew.
In living color.

In living color.
The Holy Spirit sends us.
Dreams from Our Father.

Water

Water, is the condensation of creations vapor 
and it's aspiring witness, 
it's embrionic fluid, placenta and child. 
Perspiring to be as valiant, as it
wields its unsheathed.
Bares it's teeth and streaks,
runs to and fro,
goes where it pleases,
taking a leak.
I guess it goes to show,
clearly, there's disclosures dew
to subject matter.

Memorial Day Night

it is tonight
an ambling gale most serious
chewing through orchard husk
to focus the locusts shrieking 
themselves lost but by their own
skittish clamor
and crepuscular chorus
hollow for the streaming stars 

now see the girl emerge
who is all of fourteen years
blonde and blue
with red ribbons tied 
from the heart of the wood 
rich with thickened entanglements
of moss and wolfen things
and her wicker woven basket
spilling cherries on the meadow
next to a naked orchard

she rests there tonight
exhausted from childbirth
to hear the song of the wolves
as they feast on placenta

in the morning she wakes
at dawn’s early light
and calls to the orchard
that the meadow has blossomed 
blood-red poppies
and whispers a prayer
for her step-father’s son
and all those lost to the howl 
and all those condemned 
by the preacher’s daughter
through decades of slaughter.

5/27/19

Unbiblical Chord

Harsh, dry words
Line the barren land
No one comes near
To understand

~just judge~

Phrases and chorded connection
Lie beneath the surface, gathering infection

Bees and bugs are gone
Nothing living to attract
Whatever nectar they took
They ain't coming back

~sucking succubus~

Flying fortresses trying to snag a home
Leaving the victim to go it alone

Hard to believe life existed
Before the storm wiped her clean
Not one of those actions or words
Were intended to mean

~barbaric breathing~

What can be birthed without a placenta
A babbling baby with a continuous agenda

Never try to speak a truth
About the condition of her mind
She refuses to see the unbiblical chord
That is choking out her fantastical find

~magical menagerie~

Just waiting for freedom and fun to appear
Without the responsibility for leaving fear


Written by Trudy Schrader on 05-10-2018

Morning Sickness

Baby seems to always be the one
to kick start the day
Trying to get comfortable in her placenta water bed,
got mother waking up dizzy
and feeling real queasy in the head
She feels it coming on,
yeah, she feels it coming on strong
Morning sickness is heading her way
Nothing she can do but grip the edge of the sheets,
swing around and rise up
Baby seems to be most comfortable when mother's
standing on her feet
Ultrasound reveals baby is in a swimmer's curled tuck
Eight months and some change,
it won't be long, any day now
She's gonna have to go to work, have to labor in pain
But a safe delivery is the most important thing
Got to eat a big meal, got two mouths to feed,
then relax on the couch and watch some TV
The plan is to snooze unto noon, hubby will be checking in soon
to see if she needs anything
But baby wakes up before she does,
tussling around in a fuss,
so mother rubs her stomach gently
This calms baby down, and just when peace settles in ...
Wouldn't you know it, time to start the cycle all over again
Morning sickness always win,
morning sickness in the afternoon now begins

The Fig Leaf Removed

There I am, laid bare on a slab of steel
undone by my Achilles' heel,
A Mayan priest's obsidian blade,
or a sultry siren's silent serenade

There I am, placenta draped and screaming
Awoken from my embryonic dreaming
Beckoned forth to join the woeful parade
And make a cameo for a few accolades

There I am, full of zeal and glee
Despite all my idiosyncrasies 
Overly amorous and under prepared
But going ahead unimpaired

There I am, washed of my daily grime
resetting all the usual paradigms
Readying myself for the Sisyphean chore
of another day I can not ignore

Making Baby

Wanna make a baby?
Here's how it goes....
The ***** enters the vagina.
Then out comes a flow.

Meanwhile from the ovary,
down the fallopian tube.
A tiny egg is swimmimg
and plops into the uterine lube.

After a fierce battle
the fastest sperm wins.
Brakes through the egg's shell.
Then multiplication in ovum begins.

Oxygen and nutrients flow
through the umbilical cord.
From after birth on uterine wall.
Or placenta as it's sometimes called.

A little baby is growing fast.
Nine months to be exact.
The womb then contracts.
These are the facts.

Out pops a baby...
Simple as that!

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