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Your little feet
have not yet touched
the earth
only weeks from birth
Your silk soft cheeks
I touch
so reverently
this miracle of love
that's come to be
My mother created me on a beautiful day in the middle of spring of 1984. April 20th to be exact. I was brought to light the 3rd Sunday of 1985. In 207 days I’ll be 36 years of age. I’ve woken up and fallen asleep roughly 12,942 times.
Dear mom, dear time,
The birthday have come,
I have being waiting for long time,
To wish my mom.
The world is born in the sky
The end is at the breath of the sea
Each dream on the waves is taking high a star at a time
Beautiful Baby
Rosy Cheeks
Eyes Like The Ocean
A Smile That Melts My Heart
Curious Baby
Eager to Learn
Crawling and Exploring
Each Day a New Adventure
Loving Baby
BBW
Belated Birthday Wishes
goes out to Temi Otedola,
Femi Otedola's daughter.
"CHOSEN AND HEAVENLY ELECTED"
Driving down the road of Life. There is pleasure,there is strife.
Walking through the trail of Years.There are hopes,there are fears.
Floating in the sky of Dreams. There are whispers,there are screams.
It is formed
THEN
A dreadful storm
It smells like corn
Wiggling out of the shore
I adore the sight, of someone being born
Moist
Dark, the strangeness of becoming
Not voluntary, more like a compulsion
Just one more
PUSH
then in illumination
dry
cold
SLAP
all this mobility, from being
From a first
I hark back prior to my birth. My words couldn't possibly illustrate this event because man's intelligence communication, moreover words didn't exist.
At birth I was spanked to ensure breathingLater poetry enhanced life's meaningThe first a violent actThe latter a peaceful factSpecial part of life that keeps me beaming
.
.
Right now,
There is a child born,
Opening its eyes for the first time,
Taking in the light of a world it has not yet explored,
Breathing in the air that encases it’s small and helpless body,
I think I paint because of fear of the abstract.
I think I have fear, and there it is,
Blossoming in my behaivor.
Like a flower peddle swayed by the wind,
I begin my life when many will end.
The first thing I saw was you,
When I entered this world kicking and screaming.
I held my father's finger, and heard his voice,
As the doctors helped me to take my first shuddering breaths,
giver of birth
and the reason of me
you sacrificed your hunger
so i could feed off of your breast
you gave up sleep
so i could have mine
oh how i wish i could remember your face
On this day, you were born.
From your mom, you were torn.
We've waited so long to meet you.
We've longed for your debut.
At this time, 5:35 am, you have arrived.
Another beautiful soul for mankind.
a poem –
is a sickly, shuddering thing that sits heavily in the bottom of my gut;
festering in my womb.
it pulls at the back of my eyelids
It is not learned in pages of text
Nor spoken from a Man's face
It comes from the whispers of the soul
From the howls of the wind
From the chirp of a bird
From the cry of a wave
My sight is now fading
these last words I write
To you my descendant
Your birth will bring light
For you are the crown that
completes my quest
Our name is not noble
but now I can rest
Curse my luck
Please curse the day
My only sense of sanity was taken away
With such little words
And movements so slight
She is
that bright array of sun-kissed color out in a field of green,
orange and red and purple hues growing for no reason at all.
She is
My mother
is the strongest person
I know.
She has done everything
she can
to make my life
the best one
she can.
My father is
a conniving,
sleazy,
two-
Dear Now,
I could start this out by saying "Hello,"
But I think we both know it would go a little bit more like (sigh) "Hello... again."
Dear Joshua,
We left when it could still be night.
My eyes still bore the evidence of sleep deprivation.
The big guy upstairs is what I like to call him.He has always had my back when I called him.He has always patient with me starting from birth Because I didn't understand who he was and what he was all about.Until I got older and realized he was th
From the beginning of our birth,
The world sputters indecipherable wavering vibrations,
To be engraved into every inch of our being,
dissolving into the translucent inferring sphere of our minds,
There was a moment in time
When all was right
And everything rhymed
The sun shone bright
Cloud fluffs dotted a gradient blue sky
While a child was born into her father’s hands
Breathing in
And out
As tears cascade down
From eyes that have
Not yet seen light
Down her gentle
Features until they
Reach the cliff
Of her face and
Drop to the floor
-splash.
The birth was a miracle
The mother agrees it was the best day of her life
Her lined face was glad to become a grandmother at last
The birth was a painful event
What if all we are,
Is the product of a dream?
Some slumbering mind ranging far,
Projecting us from the stream,
Of thought and delight
As it passes through the night?
This past year Alice died
I cannot remember my last words to her
But I do remember how my sister cried
This past year Jackson was born
At night the same nightmare plays over and over. I tell myself that women shouldn’t think, not even alone at night, but the nightmare still prevails. I am sweaty and panting. My legs are sprawled open.
birth(Death)
what is in be(Tears)ween
girlboys like boygirls(Temporarily)
jackandjill
happycarefreemindless (Clueless)
(i Pity, not envy)
Before I could detect it, the roe-underdeveloped-grew.
Like a virus implanted within a safe home,
Between swain and Lady lover late at night, it spreads so easily with the joint of intimacy.
It is an it
I am from my past.
I am from memories.
I am from days faded, and
from nights never ending.
I am from food coloring,
from basement swings;
feet not grazing the ground.
There are times in your life,
times you’re overwhelmed
by joyous feelings, then
there are times in your life,
times you’re overwhelmed
by deep, dark, hurtful feelings.
No birth after life
New birth is after death
The cleanser
The self-kill
Our natural calling
Natural self-loathing
Dear Mama, the beauty of your soul is wonderment to my wondering self.
When I was tender, I fall from walks.
I stumbled in sickness and I cried,
but you came around and said; "my child, my child! Don't cry, don't cry!
What death has become me?
Concrete depths towards nothing.
Consuming the delicious earth
hallowed out by passege ways of metal
and fire.
Electricity
Dirt
and
Trash.
Mother and Father gave me a kitten.
When they knew they wanted one,
It took a whole nine months for them to get it!
My new kitten was
Adorable, tiny, and fragile.
When in October the air was cold,
Leaves were falling because they were getting old,
Some trees still had color they were standing strong,
Daylight was little the darkness was long,
I found my long lost twin in France. Hanging in an art museum.
She is pale with long curly red hair. Like me.
She is a goddess, born out of a shell from the sea.
Not like me.
The gift of life is the most precious thing of all
Two feet peak out from behind
That will soon start to unwind
And will make him stand very tall
We all watch in awe
The mother is patient
The bringer of life, god, all give respect.
A cave of birth, a cave of delight, a cave of all.
Vaginas are normal, part of everyday. Everything comes from them,
After being told I could not bare a child,
by God's good grace I was blessed with a miracle.
How could this tiny human being be growing inside of me?
Oh, how do I wonder?
Love or lust the line wears thin
It slinks and curves its way beyond its medium
Freedom! yells those tied by this thick bramble of vine like string
Til lust and love becomes one
Your presenceis not the effect ofa lovers’ private quarrel,though medical professionalswill tell you so.With their shiny toolsand golden,framed certificatesthey wave clipboards around
The meaning of life,
Who knows what it is,
Is is finding a wife,
Or the pursuit of riches.
Is life finding the meaning of true love,
Or finding a love for adventure,
The many kisses you share,
A swishing, swallowing sea surrounds me.
The soothing sways of motion-
Rock my feeble body.
My breath grows short-
As muscles contract-
Thoughts running amuck.Growth is more than physical And the mind is new. Each year creates change, Development begins withA sensual feel. No more baby talkOnly, "I love you baby",Hormones befall us. A rumbling force,yet the day a calm Monday.Ther
Born Again, Die Again
For whether it be the light of good or darkness of evil
We go our own way down the path that we call life
There is a time in our eras that we must make difficult decisions
Sorrow.
The sight of a mother giving birth
to a life that won’t live,
ending.
The wail that shattered the air.
Beginning.
The tears
on her empty face
drawn to a place
that is hollow,
Expression is a lethal weapon,
Locked in my own judgments,
Don’t understand why I’ve been chosen to fill the shoes of an unholy person
I, the born, originated in an abyss, encased in vague darkness; inaudible; interminable.
Just as natural as a tree growing tall,
A life begins with its very first breath.
Before it may walk, the newborn must crawl.
But eventually runs into its death.
Even though death ends a life down on Earth,
Standing atop the world,
Feeling the wind whirl around me,
I gaze into the distance.
Gradually the darkness is banished,
The stars fade to the glory of the golden globe
That rises high above me.
Sometimes I wonder
What happened
On June nineteeth, 'ninety-five -
The day before my birth.
Before I opened my eyes
Before I took my first breath of fresh air
Before I touched the world with tiny fingers
A pure divine to life, beautiful as a lotus
that blooms from the dripples of water, and the rays from the sun.
From the soil a seed was planted, deep in the womb
The anatomy wept from agony and painless fear
