She heard the first heartbeat, a tiny, steady rhythm, A sudden, heavy weight, but a future coming with it. At fourteen, the world feels loud, sharp, and quick to judge, Yet standing in the doctor's room, she refuses to budge.
Scared of every step ahead, of how her world will shift, Everything is changing now, a sudden, permanent drift. Let them whisper, let them talk, they don't walk in her shoes, She holds her ground, protects her own, with everything to lose.
Her life is rearranging, the quiet room grows still, A mother’s love is waking up, a strong and steady will. "It’s mine," she says into the noise, clear above the fear, A promise made in silence to the beat she came to hear.
(Goldilocks)
One bear - two bears- baby makes three,
Mommy making hot berry tea and brie.
Soup is way too hot,
No sleep on a soft cot.
New home and not needing to flee.
(Little Red Riding hood)
Mommy gave me good advice,
maybe I should have listened twice.
A wolf I did find,
lost my love and mind
Now pregnant paying the price.
(The Three Little Pigs)
We are three of a family kind,
except one got caught in the wind.
One got caught by the fire,
he was in a house fryer.
Wanting new homes space aged designed.
daisy pollen in nostrils
tongue moves from blue frost
where it slumbered winterish
sunrise cracks pregnant lake
trout jumping in surprise
I finger spring fish
warm flesh melts lips
inner cheeks bleat rosy
packing away mittens
ladybug lands
tickling toes —
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Allpoetry Honorable Winner
April 26
Prompt: Spring is in my Mouth
Little one, your impending birth is bittersweet
for how can I be filled with joy
as you make your grand entrance
into a country misled by greed and power?
I eagerly awaited your gender reveal
and remain terrified of what the next four years will reveal
as the American people
lose their jobs, their minds, their lives, their hope
For now, your mother’s womb
offers a cocoon of protection
but what lies in wait once you enter the harsh reality
of this upside-down world where wrong is right?
Where too many adults have become punch-drunk
suckling on the smooth flow of lies
from those in office spouting conspiracy theories
that dribble down their double chins
I wonder and worry what you’ll learn from role models
who boss and bully
eager to tear young babes from their mothers’ embrace
leaders whose evil knows no borders
Yet, I will welcome you with open arms
and do what a bubbe does best
I'l shower you with love hold you tight
calm your fears, dry your tears
Knowing that this too shall pass.
And those forever on the run,
Vain like rain ‘pon a verdant wood
Lush with leafy weeds wildly grown.
Or early morning’s fog in haze,
Gossamer gauze in its sheer mood
That vanish in lingering laze.
Or take a sun, rising nigh late
From behind tall hills like a hood,
That sets, ere entering my gate
Imagine a mid-summer’s breeze
Bare before I have had it good,
And faces doldrums’ sudden freeze.
Poems all, I was pregnant with
Once ‘pon a time, but now to brood
And miscarried nigh oh like a myth.
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Reflections |12.03.2026| breeze/wind, fog, sun, woods/weeds, tercet
And many still without count
That I often see in dreams
In flesh and blood
And every inch a raging beauty,
And then…
The dawn dawns,
The birds sing their wordless songs
Which, no less enchanting I find
Than those with all the dancing words
That I try to give birth to
All so often in vain.
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Reflections |11.03.2026| bird, dream, dawn/morning, poem, free verse
A migrating bird
Escaping a will-wilting winter,
Her song saved for better climes
And crossing an ocean of hope,
A hilly terrain anywhere across
Nor a tree to perch
And rest her tired wings.
This endless awaiting,
Wordless when a song waits,
And one that survives
To find a place in a cloud,
That, that be my poem
If stays alive awhile.
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Reflections |10.03.2026| bird, birth, poem, sea, free verse
Blurred words billowing like smoke,
Coals raging still red
From preceding night’s campfire.
I try, put them in proper place
In vain as I get scorched
And the scream that comes out--
A lightning thunder strike…
That, that is the poem
I’m pregnant with,
So near birth and still so far.
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Reflections |09.03.2026| birth, fire, poem, free verse
Within her frame, a world is formed,
A heartbeat echoes, soft and warm.
Yet hope is stitched with threads of pain,
A sacred journey, not in vain.
She walks with feet too weary, sore,
Each step a trial, yet she bears more.
Restless nights with fleeting dreams,
Her body stretched at fragile seams.
A sudden craving grips her soul,
For sour fruits, or bitter bowl.
Strange hungers rise without a call,
She longs, she yearns, she wants it all.
Her back bends low, her breath runs thin,
The tide of labor swells within.
She grips the night, she bites the day,
As life prepares to carve its way.
And when the pain breaks like the sea,
Hope crowns her womb with victory.
Her cries give birth to sweetest song,
A mother’s strength, eternal, strong.
That moment arose when I wasn't feeling too good
Didn't get a monthly reminder as I normally would
I was unsure if I should tell you or wait for a sign
We're married so you can't say the baby isn't mine
The night I told you your reaction made me uneasy
Wasn't sure if you had thoughts of leaving me
Hope you're not angry because we both did this
Anytime we decide to copulate we both take a risk
It's a false alarm because I thought I was pregnant
By your reaction our love would have been stagnant
Now I know where I stand if an accident happens
Where a baby starts is where our marriage ends
It's understandable if you were nervous or scared
My mom was as well when at sixteen I was bared
Always keep in mind that we're both in this together
Just another storm to what we've already weathered
PREGNANT MEMORIES
The love we shortly shared,
Was as the sunlight of life,
Fueling and energizing souls
With unimaginable pleasure:-
We met, touched, and loved,
In that moment, we were one.
But as time faded, we melted,
Flowing away from each other:-
Now, in the quiet of night,
In the castle of my heart,
And in the temple of my mind,
Thoughts penetrate the distance:-
Indeed, each time you grace my thoughts,
My heart dances to flowing rhythmic melodies,
Caressing my soul and fertilizing my spirit,
Serenading time with love's pregnant memories:-
'To Womb it may concern,'
tho' not quite the norm,
the gyno's form letter read,
'I am pleased to inform
you are not about to have a baby,
but instead,
in brief,
double your pleasure
double your fun,
it may be a relief,
so with no further ado,
not keeping mum
nor holding you on needles and pins,
with two for the price of one,
Madame, you are expecting twins.'
Nature's womb is healed,
and birthing seeds have been sown;
renewed life coming:-
time passes, hands clasped,
afraid of what might happen,
clench tight on what's been.
eyes stare unblinking,
lest the sheer weight of mere thought,
reveals happenstance.
ears distracted dwell
on mantra seance murmurs
when will never end?
I courted a girl
Who turned out to be a whore.
She was hairy and had black eyes
What the pimps say
What does beauty mean
Well:
-Hairy woman with black eyes
Awesome woman.
She took me to an apartment
In Plaza Tirso de Molina
In Madrid capital.
She mounted me
I mounted her without a condom
And, a few days later, she told me:
-She was pregnant
Because I did it well.
Upset
And with no desire to be a father
I went to Casa de Campo
To go around four times
To ask the whores
Who traffic there
If they knew her
Because, maybe
That child conceived was not mine
But someone else's.
I told her it
And she got very angry with me.
She told me:
-You will be the father.
Wait for the child to come out
And you will see.
I told my mother it
Who was rambling
Almost finishing
And she answered me:
-Son, to what's done chest.
Don't be upset that you fell in love
With a whore.
All women are whores.
True whores are made
To enlighten men
And virgin and holy whores
To walk around in the dark.
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