Short Incubator Poems
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incubator day
children wait for eggs to hatch
one chick pecks away
teacher covers cage
six chicks emerge overnight
only one hold out
this egg never cracks
wise teacher takes it away
quietly alone
Every child on our block got an Easter chick.
Except me. I got two of them.
My sister also got two, and an incubator.
They were young.
How long until we can get fried chicken? I asked my mom.
My sister ran off screaming.
Music has always been the life sustaining incubator in my life that Is filled with its vibes, its cords, its beats, its harmonies, its compositions, and its arrangements. Music will forever be for my venting, my releasing, my therapy, and healing
I'm available--
exposed.
Caught in the crossfire
of handshakes and smiles.
The smoke grips my lungs.
I cannot oblige.
I will not oblige.
So I dream.
I elope with restlessness
into the fluid incubator.
I build my own prison
where I can be free.
Feeders
Drinkers
Perches
Beds and nests
Crates
Lighting system
Waste disposal system
Incubator
Heaters and brooders
Egg trays
Cages and coops
Constant chat
We were burning
When they were busy laughing, mocking!
Captive no more
Out the incubator
Bottle fed at last
Vein, puncture free
Sunrise on me
Warmed by Mom
Skin to skin, silky
On wings of joy
The new world
Strange; novel
A book to read
One day at a time
Of cosmic origin
Energy repacked
In this universe
To grow mature
our mental simulator is the incubator
of our physical illustration
our mental perceptions of how events
in our perceived physical world
are created by our inner most desires and cravings
to be tested and mulled over
before manifesting themselves
in our physical world for final testing
Nineteen-0-Nine World's
Fair in Seattle, a one
month old orphaned boy
was raffled off and someone
won, but nobody claimed him.
*The event was the introduction of an incubator for premature births. Unfortunately, the ultimate destiny of the child was still under investigation at the time, to-date, his whereabouts still remain unknown.
Date: 06/22/2019
We all wanted feline female cat glasses in 1952.
We could get them with silvery rhinestones too.
I wanted them for sure, when I saw them later.
For in 1952 I was still cooking in an incubator.
These cat glasses were worn by each movie star.
We loved them so, they were glitzy from afar.
By 1962 they were no longer the thing to wear.
By then I was ten. Fashion at this age gave me not a care.
On the quiet night as well as day
The sighted world is not as good
For as right as the rains fall
The sun does dry those tears
I am in remorse but not embarrassed
You see I have a blind man for a brother
You see from the beginning of his life he
could have been a another Steve Wonder
Birth premature
Placed in an incubator
The sun does dry the tears
Of those eyes wetted fears
As being blind...
10/21/19
Some topics closed for the debater,
Not only 'Divine', 'Incubator;
For good eggs their silly layers can't hatch
For the premature babies to life catch!
Some issues defy a debater:
Whether a ship needs Navigator,
Crocodile-like the Alligator;
Terrorists like a Terminator...
To some arguments just say "later":
A waste of time writing a letter,
With the sun's heat rays farm soil wetter,
Without drugs the nursed sick much better.
Lying in the incubator amid her nursery ?
Tiny eyes fixated upon the light as gazing
Beyound this wall of glass; their little heart
Swaying soft purity while they stare; lovely
Such innocence entering into a brand new
World and reaching these, precious hands
Trembling with joy their Spirit recognizing
Love's touch; in this, the apple of life's eyes
Lifting them gently from birth's white pillow...
Whispering as cradling Beauty's kiss; a breath.
Form:
Lying in the incubator amid her nursery ?
Tiny eyes fixated upon the light as gazing
Beyound this wall of glass; their little heart
Swaying soft purity while they stare; lovely
Such innocence entering into a brand new
World and reaching these, precious hands
Trembling with joy their Spirit recognizing
Love's touch; in this, the apple of life's eyes
Lifting them gently from birth's white pillow...
Whispering as cradling, Beauty's kiss; a breath.
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