Short Babbles Poems
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A small stream gurgles,
a cool brook babbles,
the river meanders along.
The sea waves crash,
the universe whispers,
it’s all part of nature’s song.
Crystal clarity caught in drops
water is pristine and
genteel,
as it gurgles, babbles and plops
flowing over the land
with zeal.
Written March 10, 2015
My mature face speaks
Eyes daring you to debate
Such intelligence
You may be advanced in years
Yet today I am more shrewd.
Kristen Bruni's Tanka entry for "Baby Babbles"
What is this I see?
A camera clicking me.
I’m not smiling.
Just feel free, go ahead shoot.
I’ll just sit here and look cute.
For "Baby Babbles" contest.
Brian Magness
My first poem you see
about how sweet I can be.
See my pretty dress?
Man I want to make a mess.
How'll I do it, can you guess?
By Jimmy Anderson for "Baby Babbles" contest
Little angel smiles
Holds the world in tiny hands
Sings new golden songs
Sent especially by Him
To make world a better place
By-Tahera Mannan
For Linda Marie’s ‘Baby Babbles’ contest
A REAL CUTIE
As cute as can be.
Her name is Linda-Marie.
Holding a ball.
Toss it against the wall.
Sweetheart poetress.
Teresa Skyles
Entered in Linda-Marie's"Baby babbles"contest.
You must be kidding
Game's on and no one called me?
Ok, break time's up
I've been ignored long enough
I call the shots around here
~*~
For Linda's "Baby Babbles" Contest
hanging on my lips
as you eat out of my hands
my little fingers
tied with my ingenious thoughts
one day will enthrall the world
by: Wilma N. Neels
12/04/2011
Contest: Baby Babbles
1st Place
Daddy’s little girl -
chip off the old hard hitter -
I watch and I learn. . . . .
I'll make the world my ball and
make it work; Dad showed me how!
Written by Andrea Dietrich
For LInda-Marie's Contest:
"Baby Babbles"
magical moment
brook babbles contentedly
duckling swim lessons
THIRD PLACE WINNER
April, 2021
Single Haiku Contest
Sponsored by Line Gautier
HONORABLE MENTION
Brevity Haiku Contest on All Poetry
August 1, 2021
Senryu
Brave new world
Reduced to a gossiping village
Spying on neighbours
Senryu
Freedom of speech
Everyone demands a voice
Babbles tower
Senryu
Liberty of discourse
Channeled through facebook
Baby picture
I'm so shiny bright
Mommy calls her daughter Sun
Aren't I a delight
Little sweetheart's made for fun
Pint-sized diva's just begun
By Deb Wilson
for contest"Baby Babbles"
sponsored by Linda-Marie
"Sweetheart of Poetry Soup"
"Yes dear mommy sees.
Smile my angel. For Daddy!
"Peek Boo," We love you!
Mommy hopes you remember,
someday when you have your child."
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Contest: Baby Babbles
Sponsor: Linda-Marie Sweetheart of PS
Submitted by: Judy Konos
You think I’m pretty
I am, though more than just that.
So very pretty,
I can read each of yours thoughts.
Good thing, I cannot talk yet.
written by
Cecil Hickman
written for
Sponsor Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P.S.
Contest Name "BABY BABBLES"
Bibble, the Blue Footed Booby believes bubbles are beautiful.
Babs B. Brown, his brother’s best bestie bashes his belief to bits.
Bibble blusters and babbles, breezily blowing bright blue bubbles.
Bibble’s Booby brother, Billy barely arrives before a battle begins.
Mavis was a party girl but a boor
She's not welcome at parties anymore
She causes people to yawn
As she babbles on and on
At twelve miles per with gusts to fifty-four
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
You may take photo,
hey you cameraman there,
but I will not share
choco of my hand with you!
should I give another pose?
© kashinath karmakar
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Placement:10th (April 2011)
by:kashinath karmakar (10th April 2011)
Contest:Baby Babbles (photo based)
Sponsor:Linda-Marie The Sweetheart
The spring brook
ran through the sun dappled woods
like a child at recess,
tumbling pebbles and tossing sticks.
The brook babbles of up coming May,
as it roars past the roots
of skunk cabbage, and barren birches.
Blue jays and robins drink at its edge
singing with the nectar, the run off,
the rebirth of ice, to pure water.
The words of love
They echo from a poet’s dream
The words of love
Are the divine call from above
That babbles in a forest stream
Destiny found in lunar beam
The words of love
Moments of joy
When a heart accepts all that is
Moments of joy
When eyes linger, a little coy
Caught in a lover’s gentle kiss
Before yielding to sensual bliss
Moments of joy
Air shares its delightful grace
stroking, caressing every face.
Wind tickles crawling clouds
Then breezes by whistling loud.
Fire jigs a spritely dance
spouting quips with pops and
cracks.
Water gulps a bubbling brew
then babbles back a trickling tune.
Earth gazes cooly at warm light
and breathes the musk of days
damp night.
© 11-27-2012
Hidden in the midst of lustre eyes,
Craving to be labelled and disentangled,
Such a noble deed and enterprise
Can only by a poet's hand, be mantled.
With a papyrus and a quill
In delight, he basks in poetry.
Such feeling that stirs the soul to squeal
As with shaky hand, babbles away in ecstasy.
© Temajung Michael T.
I hear your voice in my head
a thousand miles away
life fades, rekindles thoughts
fades, rises again
the brook babbles
water falls
in frequencies
audible
white heat simmers
on parched earth
dry bones are
ground to dust
like ashes to ashes
I still hear your voice in my head
resonating in the silence
it beckons you to know
what is and what is not
real.
A picture crept in,
Through all those memories,
Where I found myself ,
Besides my mother's knees,
When her brown hairs,
Gleamed red,
Fell on her shoulder,
Then dropped over my head.
When her hands fondled my forehead,
Stroked through my hairs,
When her words formed my babbles,
Her scolds,my care.
Backward, turn backward, O Time, in your flight,
And make me again her four year old child.
Birth, with stars in her eyes, exploding with mirth.
Mollycoddled, swaddled, passed off by nurses.
Aperture opens, closes - checking out earth.
The peacock calligrapher inks fair verses.
Not bad for a Penny - they sold a circ worth.
The switchboard oohs and ahhs as she converses.
Under the sagacious skies, each phonation
Recorded in babbles with their duration.
9/24/2022