Short Midwife Poems

PostMan,

MidWife,

MaSon!...

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amber river
smoke signals new birth
coming forth
the midwife is unseen
in the vast nursery...

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Midwife
dressed in blue-black
entered labor ward
terrified of wailing pregnant ladies
vanished...

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fearing death we live not life
content living in limitation
but if love be the midwife
with bliss begins our flirtation...

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Your baby dropped six foot to the ground?
Head first with no midwife around?
She nodded her head.
More than enough said.
Her new baby giraffe was easily found...

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T’was her ninth month and early summer,
My wife said she’d heard nothing dumber,
After she had spoken,
Her water had broken...
And me ringing up for a plumber....

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a lady
    of letters 
gifted with 
words,
stanza and strophe,
learned
in love 
a midwife
of
the 
     poetic 
rich in
         melody
so sweet 
so gentle...

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She went to maternity,
and came back without stomach
at the door way she shouted;
“Oh, where is my stomach?
I think I left it at the counter,
with that fat midwife.”...

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There was a young midwife called Milly.
      She acted a bit like a filly.
        When dad left elated
       and mum was sedated,
  Milly played with the doctor's willy....

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Thoughts
Written: by Tom Wright
January 2015

Thoughts 
Coming to light today
Weigh heavily, 
On tomorrows outcome
And are short lived,
For the midwife has scarcely departed
Before they’ve sprouted legs
Or became forgotten.
...

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My web’s a lonely place to be
For no one likes to visit me

No one who comes here wants to stay
Yet neither will they go away

I really can’t imagine why
A friend (for life) will pass me by

Unless, of course, it’s indiscreet
That everyone I meet … I eat...

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The vicar surveyed her wide girth 
Was scared that in church she’d give birth 
He raised his eyebrows 
Then rushed through their vows ...
He wasn’t adept at childbirth!

Inspired by the poem ‘Decision Needed’ by Maurice Rigoler



13TH April 2016...

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The pain that one feels,
For no gain doth anger bring,
But hate that cometh from within,
Burns like a witch at the stake,
Suffocates like a hanged man on a noose,
Back stabs you with a blunt knife,
Like uncertain delivery from a drunken midwife,
Love and hate both have pain and strife,
But only one brings forth life....

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A robbers wears a mask just to hide their face. 

You wear a mask to stop infection in a crowded place. 

A surgeon wears a mask when he opens you with a knife. 

A midwife wears a mask when she brings a new life.

A person wears a mask to hid and cover pain. 

All these people wear a mask but you see not all masks 
Are the same....

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Stand and deliver! this new bundle for your life 
Never you knave, I’m a muse not some midwife 
Bring me warm water, and lots of clean towels 
Did you not hear, I use consonants and vowels 
Too late it’s coming, goodness feels like a tome
Not really, congratulations! it’s a bite size poem


Bitesize Poem no.53 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier 
10/08/22...

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Where is that daunting monster
Boogie man in life’s shadow
Master mentor and concierge
Whose touch I’ve come to know

To you I’ll waste no breath
Beauty is not long and septic
My daunting docent of death
Midwife to misery, work quick

What small dignities remain
Strung of vomiting seconds 
Cultures a pearl of great pain 
To ferry a man of no direction
...

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Every day is a test, every day a battle
in how you come to terms with 
who you are
not
who you would like to be.

Trapped in your job, trapped in your life
you have to come to terms with
what you can do
instead of 
what you want to do.

Fixed in your role, stuck in your part
as warrior, thief or midwife
you have to come to terms with
doing it perfectly
instead of
arguing with the director....

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Knuckles deep in a cat.
The spongy flesh pulses around my fingers
Each time I move inside.

Her stomach undulates
As if it was alive.
Wait-- it is.
I am trembling.

Her pained meows
Offset by the mewlings
Heard from within her.

The first head pokes out,
Slick and red
Staining the scratchy towel underneath.
Then more, four in all,
Pawing clueless about on the reddened fabric.
Their eyes still shut, yet they see the world....

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It's the happiest time in a man's life when he becomes a father for the first time. 
Quote by poet. 


My wife's said "It's time", so we got in the car and headed for the hospital.
She was booked in, and I sat patiently in the waiting room feeling anxious. 
About an hour later one of the nurses took me down to the delivery suite,
after ten minutes anxiety turned to joy when the midwife said, "It's a girl". 

...

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Before entering this world 
we transform our soul 

The gramophone 
plays songs 
of mutilated destination 

midwife of Death 
hatched her eggs 
Breeding a dark 
Questionary of Blankness

Lament to 
  Humanity 
where art thou? 

Does the corset suit you? 
Can it show the shape of Love? 

Do you read your own obituaries 
remembering the scent 
you bore? 

Have you ever been 
a child? 

Remember the Sun 
bears 
stigma 
of starlight...

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Before entering this world 
we transform our soul 

The gramophone 
plays songs 
of mutilated destination 

midwife of Death 
hatched her eggs 
Breeding a dark 
Questionairy of blankness 

Lament to 
  Humanity 
where art thou? 

Does the corset suit you? 
Can it show the shape of Love? 

Do you read your own obituaries 
remembering the scent 
you bore? 

Have you ever been 
a child? 

Remember the Sun 
bears 
stigma 
of starlight...

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Our dear friend  has done it again
Serving as the midwife of our dear friend
She has helped Mary Ann to birth another dream
“From Out of the Pit..I Cried”..
Will soon be out on the scene

Through words in poetry a mother expresses her pains
Her perseverance shows forth through
The storm and the rain
From the Pit to the Praises now you can take a look
Poems from my heart you will read in this book.

It is now ready at our online book store (LuLu.Com)...

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The story is about someone's life,
Written by pen and not a penknife,
Telling of a cool guy with no wife,
Who was brought up by a midwife.

Even though she wasn't his mom,
She struggled for him to transform,
By helping him to get past the storm,
Even at times when he didn't perform.

The midwife didn't treat him like a fream,
By throwing him away as if he was a heam,
All she wanted was him to achieve his dream,
So she raised him as her own and made him gleam....

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