The newborn baby looks with its wide eyes
When the dear mother moves away, it cries.
The mom's aura fills smiles and makes it well.
"Love weaves a mysterious magic spell."
When the child babbles, the father gets thrilled.
Cuddles it in his safe hands and gets chilled.
When the child toddles, the dad makes a yell.
"Love weaves a mysterious magic spell."
Grew heroic as a freedom lover
wants to come out of parents' hardcover
Passionate dreams in which he wish to dwell
"Love weaves a mysterious magic spell."
Wins his love and becomes Mister Perfect
Leads his family with all self respect
Turns to His agape love and bids farewell
"Love weaves a mysterious magic spell."
LOVE WEAVES A MYSTERIOUS MAGIC SPELL
It is snowing! It is snowing! It is SNOWING!
My children turn into giant puppies.
They run outside and catch flakes on their tongues.
They roll around making snow angels without coats.
Their cheeks are pink with cold in a few minutes.
Delighted, they run back in and shake flakes off sweaters
Struggling into snow pants and snow coats.
They put on mismatched gloves from last year.
We keep a bunch of mittens in there, but they like the gloves.
The big kid, my husband starts shrieking “It’s snowing!”
He plunges outside straight into a drift, with happy children pilling on.
They are frolicking and laughing; I start to make hot cocoa.
Remembering the times, I used to go out there and jump around too!
Come on Mommy! My middle child begs me.
I have to watch the baby, I say. The baby toddles to the window.
He puts his face on the cool glass. Delighted like the others.
My Irish triplets
busy as bee's
two on my lap
one stood
by my knees
Patty cake
Patty cake
Umpteenth time
My poetry?
A Nursey
Rhyme!
Diapers, bottles
Burps and toddles
My poets pen was
Set aside
For truly then?
My hands were tied
Born in cloak of modesty, life toddles, yet thrives
Musing of blissful eternity in domain of paradise
Befriending and beholding its virtuous design
Facing triumphs and failures of quests worthwhile
From first breath to last it's a long thrilling ride
As love and desires rule trappings of eager minds
And will to acquire wealth demands equal time
While allure of fame ignites latent spark inside
As maturity gains wisdom it begins to ask why
Things that were treasured once, now fail to satisfy
And glitter that charmed then, now burdens eyes
When meaning of life changes as time goes by
And memories then bemoan venues forgone:
Failing to sail the oceans when tides were calm,
Forsaking kiss of love when nights twinkled stars,
Ignoring golden aura when fervid was the dawn
Precious become moments waning to end the game
When tallies are made of words said and unsaid--
Some seek reconciliation, some still burn the flame,
Some that meant so much, no longer mean the same
July 28, 2019
A numbness the dull orange of safety cones toddles through him, twists
the upright screw shrink-wrap tight, and clamps him to the tabled edge
upon the realization his
newest mistake came,
not when his prized blue
& white marbled rubber ball
now bouncing down a steep hill
paved with pale, dead, hardened skin
on its trek towards the teeth of a storm drain
to startle hurricane in hibernation, slipped his sweaty
palm’s fool-proof grip, but when he dug it up from its grave on a proven
to be regrettable whim in the first place, failing to obtain all mandatory
permits required for such a global undertaking.
A dainty baby drooling, in soft cuddly lap
like a ravine of ambrosia scented all sweet.
toddles a landscape of lilies and tulip,
smoochy hugs kiss, fondling mouth to feet.
Camelias and orchids, in fleecy pink cheeks
gurgle and whistle, cries of joyful delight.
warm touch in clasp, a fist of folded fingers
dreams of new hope, sleeping through night.
Nurturing pure love, humming sweet lullaby
endless back and forth, rock a cradle awsome.
unlike flowers of spring, that wither and wilt,
babies grow strong, from tender blossoms.
Dated 22nd March 2019
Pick a title vol 2 contest
Title Tender Blossoms
Sponsor Edward Ibeh
On soft unsteady feet, she toddles.
Glowing eyes and podgy fingers, she explores.
Innocence in endeavours, she wanders.
With little coquette behaviours, she seduces.
An urge in her search, she questions.
A collection of stories in mind, she dreams.
In the storm of emotion, she discovers.
A thirst of her body, she quenches.
To be one unique among others, she hopes.
Security and warmth to be hers, she prays.
Illusion and reality is no different, she believes.
What’s hers can be snatched, she fears.
In the storm of time and norms, she struggles,
She is one, in multiple forms alas, she acknowledges.
Her very nature is not hers alone, she accepts.
She tends a hand to the other she, she feels!!
He spits his oatmeal all over the place;
holds his breath, now he's got a blue face.
He wants cookies and not just one.
He throws a fit, if he gets none.
He fell out of his chair and bumped his head.
That made him mad, now his cheeks are all red.
He pees his pants if he doesn't get his way.
He's cranky 'cause he's not had a nap today.
He wants another bottle so I tried to hide it.
He toddles around to try and find it.
He got it, now he's sucked it dry.
He can't get enough of that good old rye.
He's mad as a hornet with his stinger out.
Another day in the life of Grandpa Stout!..
Watch your back and turn on the light
Cracked doll face won’t let you out of sight
Baby’s nightmare third party at night
Joining your lullaby holding baby so tight
Cries so loud at the ceiling she stares
Strange clatter I too can clearly hear
No one is there; just me and my sugar
I peeked but no one is on the gable
I can hear my heartbeat as I walk
Towards the baby God’s help I ask
Stop! Someone toddles at my back
Baby howled as she slowly turns black
A mother ears
hears her baby cry
A mother ears
hears a tear drop from
her child eye
A mother ears
hears her toddles fall
she places a bandages
that seem to heal all,
A mother ears
hear and feels her teenagers pain
after a break up with her boyfriend
the daughter thought
her life would never be the same.
A mother ears
hears he death of her unborn child
after carrying him for 9 months
she ask why God did her baby
only live a short while.
A mothers ears
A young boy toddles with shovel and pail.
His mother watches him fall to the sand.
Laughter erupts on the wind like a sail
blowing his toyboat to a distant land
as water cascades over busy hands.
His pint-sized sandcastle towers above
the boy's imaginative stories of
a king sitting on a fairy tale throne.
The shoreline displays his labor of love
where the sand and ocean are brightly sewn.
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders
for Sandcastles by the Seashore contest (Gail Doyle)
Come to green mother
Naked, willed and wild
Visit the bed of death
Where circles hide
Submerse senses in the newborn
Aroma and cinematography
Tease the skin with warm wind
That tumbles and tingles dry
Cradle the baby’s breath slowly
As it toddles and cries into a bouquet
Beneath a marbleized sun
On the beauty of a bashful April day
Outside it’s brisk, inside its warm.
There’s excitement going on everywhere.
A baby begs to get down and crawl,
So mama uses the stroller to lock her in.
The teens are checking out high couture.
The boys are absorbed with the girls, circling sure.
When I was young I was just like they,
As I walked down the street from store to store.
Times have changed and so have I.
My Oh My, did time fly!
Now I’m a little bent and shuffle more,
As I veer from side to side absorbing in all the stores.
A little slower and in the way,
I’ll get my exercise any way.
Occasionally I’d dearly love to buy,
But money’s held too tightly now.
All alone and getting on...
No one sees the invisible gray haired old lady,
As she slowly toddles down the Mall.
Child's Play
Bouncing around on burbled bubbles
Balloons surprising
Tiny fingers
Toddles sweet innocence
Giggling
With delighted glee
Sun shaft alights
Bright through windows
Lands on the carpet
A golden ball
For wondered excitement
Laughs aloud
And to my amazed eyes
My daughter
Rushed tottering over
Picked up this nonchalant tossed sun pool
And threw the light
Back to the skies
Rain,
in the inner forests
of your eyes
The heart of flowers
in your smile
The misty watchtower
is your lips
The sigh of surge
in your fingertips
The rain flowing endlessly
over my head
My eyesight is hidden
by the oozing of the rust
recollections and
nightmares
I run to the day
but the rain never stops
on my accursed soul
You close your eyes
as if the winter
closes its cold text
The rhymes of babies
toddles on the yard
You are the spider web
of sun rays
i am the broken pieces
of sun stone of the atlas
I am walking
through the life
baring the cursed downpour
over my wild brain
endlessly, eternally
When you look me
with passion
The wind unties its knot
when you hum the lines
of a love song
the sea suddenly startles
from the sleep
the wind starts its journey
Now the rain stops
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