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Saturday, October 13, 2018
Baby
The prompt this week is simply "baby." You can write about a baby face, baby steps, baby boomers, baby corn or carrots, crybabies, baby dolls, baby grand pianos, or "ooh, baby, baby." Or of course, you could even write about an actual baby.
I really like this poem but, more than that I love the gist of it because I absolutely hate being called by terms of endearment by random men who suddenly decide to lay claim on me. It irritates me to no end. I understand that it is a Southern habit but, it isn't quite fair to the human psyche.
Welcome Taylor! (For those who don't know, she is my daughter-in-law.) I love this. Made me laugh. It's very cute. But also, it's got all the kid language but is aimed at the mom. The crossing of the baby/adult world happens and this shows it so well.
Welcome Taylor!!! I am very happy to see a new poet in our midst! New blood, as they say. I enjoyed reading your poem...You captured the essence of it all quite well! I hope that you stick with us, it's nice to have you aboard!
damn...I got all choked up over this one...very moving and touching. I am so glad my boys missed war time. I couldn't have taken it. I have a friend who lost two boys to war...it's devastating...great villanelle
some might say maybe I'm cheating but without food just isn't worth eating authentic! gourmet! it's the boss my chicken must be covered in Sweet Baby Rays Barbecue Sauce
honey mustard, honey chipotle, sweet teriyaki and buffalo wings it makes your mouth water and your senses sing but you are really at a loss if you haven't tried his honey barbecue sauce
try maple bbq turkey breasts put all his flavors to the test I challenge you to try them all your taste buds will have a ball
now I've made myself crave a taste not a drop do I ever waste come join me - you'll be a winner like winner winner bbg chicken dinner
your food is very demanding bonita. mine just tends to fall out of the fridge in to the frying pan. think bbg is aussie for " bloody big grub " - love - paul.
I realized I have another poem, a kid poem, that fits the prompt. And I know this will be my 2nd poem, but I really wanted to post this one.
NEW ARRIVAL an acrostic
New little sisters are smelly and gross Ewww, she spit up on herself. Don’t get close! Why does she scream and why does mom run All the time to go get her? It’s really no fun! Really no fun ever since she’s been here! Right now I’d prefer that she’d just disappear! I want everything back like it all was before, Very peaceful with no baby girl to adore. All right. I guess maybe I’ll go look and see. Look at her! Look at her smiling at me!
yeah. sisters do smell weird don't they vic ha ha. bonita asked me to write a unicorn letter to your grandaughter vivian. it's eeerrr silly, to say the least. you wouldn't think you could get that many magic unicorns on one page - love paul.
wrote this one out, but the second one will have to be straight up on the screen.....no rules baby!!
BABY TALK
googly goo mummy want milk in my tummy wanna feast on that boob and watch cartoons on the tube
lost in swaddling robes from my head to my toes such tiny ear lobes but mommy knows which way we goes my rubber ball and poo i like to throws marks on the wall to show how tall i grows soon i'll have to go to school and break every rule just don't teach me how to be a fool i wanna be like fonzie and be cool.
gotta be quick. this computer is being a real bugger today.
BABY STEPS
for a large lady, claire has such tint toes takes little delicate steps wherever she goes she's married, with four kids, but still a shy lady and she doesn't mind if i call her baby wish i'd met her twenty years ago it would have been her and me we wouldda been good to go
sammie had five babies by five different dads all of them bullies and cads saving myself for library ladies.
I must agree with Bonnie here because that last part simply doesn't go with the first lines, which can stand alone, and are good. Your first poem is cute.
thanks bonita. just thought i'd throw a spanner in the works with that last verse in the second poem. if ever there was a spanner in the works it was samantha. first one is just silly. i actually remember when i was a baby, but have no idea about what happened last week ha ha - goo goo goo - paul.
thanks wolfie. i mean tiny, not tint in the first line of course. babies tend to stare at me on trains and giggle for some reason. puppy dogs too - love and baby drool - paul.
sammie tends to creep in to my poems by accident and unbidden. though i did want to change the tone, to accentuate the difference between the two women - thanks tash. take care baby - paul.
now a-day the kids have shortened baby to bae...I didn't know what it meant at first...it took me a couple of times to figure it out. LOL. I do know what you mean in your poem about being called baby when you're a little kid. It's really offensive. But, for some reason, when we're grown it becomes more flattering. I enjoyed your poem.
sometimes I call him baby sometimes I call him hon but really he's my husband and I'll love him till the end
terms of endearment make people feel good inside and when my baby calls me hon I melt 'cause being loved is so much fun
sometimes people don't bother to call their lover baby or honey-bunch or sweetheart these are the kind of people others tear apart
so, once in awhile, if you're smart you might just call him baby or sweetheart or maybe honey he'll be eating out of your hand, like a little pet bunny
somehow I never got into using terms like that... although ralph and I had a little fun with his sister one visit because she didn't like me and said it made her sick to see us together so we kept calling each other snugglebunny and honeykins and names like that and she finally said you are making me sick stop it... lmbo
Once again, I intend to write a new one for this, but for my first one, this very, very, very old poem works:
ReplyDeleteNAME CALLING
Call me baby
if I lie naked
and helpless in your arms.
Call me honey
if my kisses are
so sweet you want to eat
them on biscuits for breakfast.
Call me lover
if we share a love
that cannot be denied.
Call me sweetheart
if you can reach through
the hard world to my heart,
show me sweetness in your soul.
But if we meet
with no romantic
claim, call me by my name.
yeah I always loved this one... can't tell you how many times I used a line or two from this one... lol
Deletewell, i used to call my ex sugar plum, so i can't really comment - paul.
DeleteSuccinct and right on philosophically in my book. Good Job, for sure.
DeleteI really like this poem but, more than that I love the gist of it because I absolutely hate being called by terms of endearment by random men who suddenly decide to lay claim on me. It irritates me to no end. I understand that it is a Southern habit but, it isn't quite fair to the human psyche.
Deleteit's not just men but women who do this...
DeleteTIPTOE
ReplyDeletePitter Patter
The sound of sure disaster
Kata-kata
Right before the fall
Shuffle Shuffle
The sound of hustle-bustle
Thump thump
As you jump
Gwuf-Gwuf
In the buff
lol! you got it down pat! I know exactly what you mean. and it gets more fun year after year...
DeleteWelcome Taylor! (For those who don't know, she is my daughter-in-law.) I love this. Made me laugh. It's very cute. But also, it's got all the kid language but is aimed at the mom. The crossing of the baby/adult world happens and this shows it so well.
Deletewatch those full nappies during the shuffling taylor - love - paul.
DeleteWelcome, and it would be wonderful to have your words grace our pages. Please stay a while?
DeleteWelcome Taylor!!! I am very happy to see a new poet in our midst! New blood, as they say. I enjoyed reading your poem...You captured the essence of it all quite well! I hope that you stick with us, it's nice to have you aboard!
DeleteHe was her baby from day one
ReplyDeleteas she rocked him in her arms
he was her moon and stars and sun
For him there was nothing that couldn't be done
she vowed to protect him from all harm
he was her baby from day one
He grew to be a loving son
full of life and laughter and charm
He was her moon and stars and sun
The war called for him to come
her heart filled with great alarm
he was her baby from day one
He had a mission that must be done
he learned to fight & use a firearm
he was her moon and stars and sun
from danger he did not run
lost to her in the desert storm
he was her moon and stars and sun
he was her baby from one
This one made me tear up. Even knowing what had to be coming, it still had an impact reading it.
Deleteeveryone is somebody's baby bonita. that's what makes it so tragic - love and peace - paul.
Deletedamn...I got all choked up over this one...very moving and touching. I am so glad my boys missed war time. I couldn't have taken it. I have a friend who lost two boys to war...it's devastating...great villanelle
DeleteVery touching, very poignant.
Deletesome might say maybe I'm cheating
ReplyDeletebut without food just isn't worth eating
authentic! gourmet! it's the boss
my chicken must be covered in Sweet Baby Rays Barbecue Sauce
honey mustard, honey chipotle, sweet teriyaki and buffalo wings
it makes your mouth water and your senses sing
but you are really at a loss
if you haven't tried his honey barbecue sauce
try maple bbq turkey breasts
put all his flavors to the test
I challenge you to try them all
your taste buds will have a ball
now I've made myself crave a taste
not a drop do I ever waste
come join me - you'll be a winner
like winner winner bbg chicken dinner
oh crap! line two should be without it food just isn't worth eating! copied it from Sweet Baby Rays site and still couldn't get it right...sigh
DeleteLMAO. That should have been on my list. Awesome take on the prompt.
Deleteoh dear....the last line is bbq chicken dinner. what the heck is a bbg chicken dinner...lol
Deleteyour food is very demanding bonita. mine just tends to fall out of the fridge in to the frying pan. think bbg is aussie for " bloody big grub " - love - paul.
Deletehahahahahahaha!!! I loved it! Love your moving poetry. First you move me to tears then, you throw me back into my chair with laughter!!! Love it!!!
DeleteToo good! You ought to send this in to them for advertising.
DeleteI realized I have another poem, a kid poem, that fits the prompt. And I know this will be my 2nd poem, but I really wanted to post this one.
ReplyDeleteNEW ARRIVAL
an acrostic
New little sisters are smelly and gross
Ewww, she spit up on herself. Don’t get close!
Why does she scream and why does mom run
All the time to go get her? It’s really no fun!
Really no fun ever since she’s been here!
Right now I’d prefer that she’d just disappear!
I want everything back like it all was before,
Very peaceful with no baby girl to adore.
All right. I guess maybe I’ll go look and see.
Look at her! Look at her smiling at me!
awwwwww! this is so sweet!!!
Deleteyeah. sisters do smell weird don't they vic ha ha. bonita asked me to write a unicorn letter to your grandaughter vivian. it's eeerrr silly, to say the least. you wouldn't think you could get that many magic unicorns on one page - love paul.
DeleteYup...very cute poem. It made me smile. It's exactly how kids really feel, too. They really hate the new baby until it smiles at them...lol
DeleteWell said, and clever, like you are!
Deletewrote this one out, but the second one will have to be straight up on the screen.....no rules baby!!
ReplyDeleteBABY TALK
googly goo mummy
want milk in my tummy
wanna feast on that boob
and watch cartoons on the tube
lost in swaddling robes
from my head to my toes
such tiny ear lobes
but mommy knows which way we goes
my rubber ball
and poo i like to throws
marks on the wall to show how tall i grows
soon i'll have to go to school
and break every rule
just don't teach me how to be a fool
i wanna be like fonzie and be cool.
gotta be quick. this computer is being a real bugger today.
DeleteBABY STEPS
for a large lady, claire has such tint toes
takes little delicate steps wherever she goes
she's married, with four kids, but still a shy lady
and she doesn't mind if i call her baby
wish i'd met her twenty years ago
it would have been her and me
we wouldda been good to go
sammie had five babies
by five different dads
all of them bullies and cads
saving myself for library ladies.
lmbo! the first one is totally funny! the second one could have stopped without the last verse. it doesn't really fit the flow of the poem.
DeleteWell, I really do enjoy getting chuckles so, you wrote some chucklers this time...good job
DeleteI must agree with Bonnie here because that last part simply doesn't go with the first lines, which can stand alone, and are good. Your first poem is cute.
Deletethanks bonita. just thought i'd throw a spanner in the works with that last verse in the second poem. if ever there was a spanner in the works it was samantha. first one is just silly. i actually remember when i was a baby, but have no idea about what happened last week ha ha - goo goo goo - paul.
Deletethanks wolfie. i mean tiny, not tint in the first line of course. babies tend to stare at me on trains and giggle for some reason. puppy dogs too - love and baby drool - paul.
Deletesammie tends to creep in to my poems by accident and unbidden. though i did want to change the tone, to accentuate the difference between the two women - thanks tash. take care baby - paul.
DeleteI like most of both of these. Like the others the 2nd stanza of the 2nd poem just doesn't fit with the poem.
Deletei'm convinced victoria. it should be in a different poem. it sort of fitted at the time though. must be that aussie wine - love - paul.
DeleteHow Times Change
ReplyDeleteWhen I was a little kid,
if anyone called me a baby
I got fierce and hit them
to express how I felt
when they did that.
But then I grew up
and nobody called me
baby any more until
I met my husband
and he called me his baby
which was quite all right
with me, and still is.
cute
Deletenow a-day the kids have shortened baby to bae...I didn't know what it meant at first...it took me a couple of times to figure it out. LOL. I do know what you mean in your poem about being called baby when you're a little kid. It's really offensive. But, for some reason, when we're grown it becomes more flattering. I enjoyed your poem.
DeleteNice poem. Like mine, your husband is a person who is allowed to call you baby. LOL
Deletenice cute poem tash. an ex girlfriend was called snuggly baby pussy cat....she certainly had the claws for it - love and peace - paul.
ReplyDeletesometimes I call him baby
ReplyDeletesometimes I call him hon
but really he's my husband
and I'll love him till the end
terms of endearment
make people feel good inside
and when my baby calls me hon
I melt 'cause being loved is so much fun
sometimes people don't bother
to call their lover baby
or honey-bunch or sweetheart
these are the kind of people others tear apart
so, once in awhile, if you're smart
you might just call him baby
or sweetheart or maybe honey
he'll be eating out of your hand, like a little pet bunny
somehow I never got into using terms like that... although ralph and I had a little fun with his sister one visit because she didn't like me and said it made her sick to see us together so we kept calling each other snugglebunny and honeykins and names like that and she finally said you are making me sick stop it... lmbo
DeleteOMG! That is too funny, Bonnie! Ralph's sister didn't like air and water...lol!!!
DeleteSo cute!!! I love sweet names like that. And use them with wild abandon! to the love of my life.
DeleteCute poem.
Deletenice one cuddly wolfie. i used to be known as " chicken " to an ex girlfriend. she was " kissy toes " - e - mail me - paul.
ReplyDelete