New Life.

Write about bringing a new life....

-I won't be judging til the 16th (Church Camp, lol)
-Titles Necessary
-2 entries
-400 word limit (I won't be checking, though)
-Collaborations are acceptable, but will be counted as an entry for both parties
-Rhyme schemes are preffered, free verse is acceptable
-Old or new entries
-Have fun...<3

rayheinrich said:
But being inexact, let's say a baby bird etc. is OK
as well? Though, technically, a chick is just as exact
as a child, but then, if you're not counting...
[font=Verdana]What if I write about two baby birds? Is that still one poem, or since the new lives are doubled, do I only write half a poem to get just one new life in it? Can you even do that, or is it like digging half a hole? (My apologies to the threadmaster if you don't want this useless back-and-forth on your thread... Now I feel guilty and I'm gonna go write a poem for it!)

No no, birds are acceptable, lol. Any creature you like. And you can totally use more than one life. It's all good.

Friendly bump..

I guess this was a poor contest.. Err I'll try to think of a better one next time.

Phantom


And here I am
sat in the waiting room at 10.35am
pondering your skull
on the screen
and the way your fingers will curl around mine
and the kiss I'll give you as I send you off to school
and the way you'll know I'm always proud of you.

I can see the football pitch where we'll learn to fight, tumble, play hockey or catch, you'll laugh, I'll confess
you were all I
ever
wanted.

And here I am sitting,
feet straddled over two stirrups.
A smile on my face full of dreams and ideas,
the Doctor tells me it's called a 'Phantom pregnancy'
hands me some leaflets and I stumble back to work,
lunch hour over.

GIVING BIRTH

the worst menstrual cramps i ever had
trying to focus on breathing
the hours go by so slowly
this will never end

horrible back pain
pelvis feels on fire
this is the fruit
the fruit of my desire

contractions upon contractions
hit me like a wave
i am delirious with pain
with fear and panic
when will this end?

i feel like pushing
but they tell me to stop
i not fully dilated
they urge me to breathe
when i can’t catch my breath
as stabbing pains
are in my abdomen...yet

i have tried every position
i have even tried to walk
but now the time is coming
when i just have to pray
that with the birth
the pain will go away

razor fingers feel like
i am being pulled apart
i am throwing up
and the nurses come
and put something in my iv

that made me a little drowsy
and i finally got my sleep
but woke up to feel
like i was going to die

it was the “ring of fire”
i was ready to give birth
my feet are in stirrups
and a voice tells me to push
i keep pushing and pushing
pushing through the pain
pushing as if my life depended on it
and pushing then again..

then the doctor finally came in
i barely knew my name
i couldn’t even cry
i was insane

he told me to push
and i pushed with all my might
it felt like my pelvis was all tore
up and this was right
the baby crowned and I pushed again
he finally came out
and everybody ran

they gave me sweet William
to hold while the cord was still
attached and i held my baby in
my arms as my tears would not stop

meanwhile the doctor was sewing me up
very very  tight
he was thinking of my husband
who loved me so that night
he told me i was his Madonna
his queen, the woman of his dreams
while i lay there in blood and guts
sweaty and exposed
my husband says i am an angel
i cannot think
i cannot...do anything
but hold my baby fast
i have given my husband
what i promised
and he is grateful
at last

BleedingInferno219 said:I guess this was a poor contest.. Err I'll try to think of a better one next time.

It is a good contest.
Do not give up on it yet.
I found it takes a lot of time for people to prepare poems
to submit...and I have had the same frustration you feel now.
But others in DUP said it was a contest worth having.
Spring is a time of change and with it comes
less time to indulge in writing poetry.
You thought of a very good idea.
However, you may want to expand the concept of a NEW LIFE
to being broader than a human life....it could be plant or animal life....or even new life of a virtuous concept....
This is your competition and you can add or edit your
rules to make them more inclusive of the DUP poets.
Best of luck
Kitty

Collision

Luscious,
thick stains cold upon the table,
volatile life emerging, thriving
livewiring -
no grounded ego in sight .

Umbilicus pulsing,
drenched and irreverently throbbing

an electric hum,
like a galactic generator,
collision overline.

As soon as you woke up,
realized you were breathing
independent of the mother,
and yet still an impulsive tether ...

alive,
kicking and screaming
at the life so rudely handed you...

unshackled lungs adamant and burning,
lifedreaming
screams upon your salty tongue.
Begging for the lilt of mother's milk
to grow and nourish
tiny candy bones,
my sweet embryonic manifestation.

With amethyst phantom fists
you broke the moon
and raised the sun,
two high eclipsed and raging...

such subtle, brilliant madness.
This bitter earth squirming
beneath July feet.

Colette-

You left a rash on my back,
that they salt with satire,
But who's left to care
now you're here to inspire

that thoughtless cheek
of pink-bellied screams,
my intent to protect
you're lightest of dreams.

I could have smoked you away,
just yesterday.
But now all I gave up,
seems worth all the grey.

That tiny warm wrist,
where they've listed your name;
You'll recover from my parade,
that instigated your fame.

I sang you an anthem,
bloody musical intent,
worthwhile all the marching,
till legs were too bent-

to continue with sweating,
your parade eased away,
relieving the tension
careful not to underplay.

You deserve all this loving
my tiny polar bear,
you’re as delicate as the blankets
and your keen wisps of hair.

So I’ll say "see you soonest"
and the nurses know best,
you need a little washing
and I need my rest.

Took a lot out of me to give you all I've given you -at best.
So please like me my baby, and that's my only request.

For Nine Months

Your skin was glowing
Your belly was growing
Your hormones raging
Having strange cravings
Pickles and ice cream
Fish in my dreams
Your ankles were swollen
I gave up smoking
Morning sickness
Acquired thickness
Dealing with your mother
Massaging cocoa butter
On your stretch marks
Anticipation sparks
Discussing our goals
Your maternity clothes
Expressing our feelings
I'm cooking and cleaning
Doctor visits
I took care of business
By working overtime
I stayed on my grind
Saving up for the nursery
And our anniversary
Shared many laughs
In parenting class
You complained about your weight
I thought you looked great
I loved you no less
The sex was the best
That I ever had
So proud to be a dad
Thank you baby

Cause and Effect

The first month we carried on,
Same old passion as before,
Sex was still the same,
For it was you that cared for,

Second month in,
We notice your stomach,
Rounding outward with firmness,
Like a small, forming hummock,

Three months later,
We get a letter from the doctor,
Saying he found something different,
Time for another proctor,

Fourth month in a row,
And feelings start to fade,
Arguements back to back,
Nothing feels the same,

Losing my train of thought,
It might be five months now,
But baby isn't mine,
And even if it is I will disavow,

Breaking up happens now,
3 monthes away from birth,
Broken hearts and raging emotions,
About the size of your girth,

You say I can't see the baby now,
The clock is ticking away,
How close is the baby from Earth?
Only seven months as of today?

The eight month comes quickly,
As I send you money every week,
You haven't kept your appointments,
This baby importance is mystique...

And in the room with doctors,
You push out our baby boy,
Smiling at the sight,
Still your words annoy,
And as I hold him close...
You say those words to me,
I don't hear them at first,
But you say them less softly,
You tell me about the time,
Nine months ago while you were at the stores,
You messed around with someone else?!
"The baby might not be your's..."

All this time
Waiting for you
Precious baby girl
What would I do
Without you?

I have never felt
Such strong emotions
Such fierce love
And the devotion
That you set in motion

Everything changes
My life is on hold
I’m no longer unsure
But it’s not that I’m bold…
You are more precious than gold

I never thought
I could be this way
So powerful and sure
It’s not just another day…
There you lay

I’ll  be
Whatever you need
A friend, a teacher,
A doctor, a preacher
Any person, any profession
To suit every new obsession

Only one thing I ask
Of you in return
Tell me if I’m wrong
I promise, I’ll learn
I don’t mean to be stern

Every day
Is a new adventure