2Oth WHO WBW Celebrations: Breast-milk is Still, the Very Best!
‘Breast-milk is best, ' most doctors surely vouch,
By working mothers or one sick on couch;
It gives the babe, the human warmth and touch!
Only the lazy moms would try to grouch!
The first secreted milk Colostrum's, good,
With nutrients, immune bodies - great food!
To give her baby this, all mothers should;
Turn weak if 'tis denied, the baby could.
The Almighty destined Eve bear children
With labour-pains, and raise them up even;
The suckling-reflex too comes from heaven;
Breast-milk is best - a fact, long back proven!
Contents are ideal for the child always;
Container's ready, hygienic all days;
Matching the baby's hunger, sucking pace,
Breast-milk has kept healthy, the human race!
Milk gently comes through nipple's holes like spray!
The mother burns more calories each day;
‘The lactose suits the baby', people say;
The uterus gets back to size this way!
No formula can replace breast-milk's place!
Breast-milk is clean, sterile in every case;
The baby's brain and gaze well-developed stays;
The habit builds a bond of love that pays!
Breast-feeding does not affect maiden's form;
'Tis natural for mothers, does no harm;
It keeps the baby snug, busy and warm;
Well breast-fed baby stays happy and calm!
‘For babies' sake, let mothers learn the craft;
Breast-feeding is an art that should be taught;
The mind and hormones play a magic role;
It helps mother-hood to achieve its goal! '
‘Understanding the past - Planning the future! '
Dedicated by the Dean, IRT PMC Perundurai, TN, India
To all mothers and would-be mothers, world-wide.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 6-8-12
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Joy of a baby
Baby girls and baby boys
All they do is make a noise
Waking mothers up at night
Father wakes up in a fright
Then they see the baby cry
Both the parents heave a sigh
They give the baby milk to drink
And down with it they come to think
If only babies could sleep alright
And not wake up in the mid of the night
Daddy would then bring some day
Sweets for baby when at play
Mummy would then sing a song
For the joy of a baby how she longed.
poem by Meena Mustafa
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The baby will never cry
I was waiting for this tomorrow
Since I knew the meaning of woman..
But today I feel it would have been better
If I was born in this world not as human…
From tomorrow I will be known as a mother
I will be able to feed my milk to my baby….
But the baby won’t be able to enjoy mother’s milk
As doctor said my baby is not like any other baby…
Tomorrow I will become a mother
A mother who will deliver a baby
The baby who will never be able to see this world
The baby who will never cry after delivery..
poem by Sumita Datta
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Bit News
Donkey milk
Is...
Good for health...
This thinking for
South indian poeple's...
So...
New born baby
Given for donkey's milk...
I also drink for
Donkey milk at childhood...
My gran mother told for me...!
Donkey milk is for
Only at donkey...
But...
People idea is...
Donkey's milk is how is
Help full for human health...?
I don't no...!
Miss or mrs univers
Celeo patra also
Take bath for
Donkey's milk...
For his beauty...
It history bit news
How much true
I don't no...!
You know...?
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Breastmilk
Of craftiness and subtleness!
But if i have breatsmilk,
I will feed my child all day.
Like a caring mother who cheerishes her children,
I will feed my child all day long.
Your baby needs breastmilk like,
A woman after hwer own heart;
And you are a devoted woman of a higher rank.
Sisters, Mothers, Women!
Of the sweet smelling aroma of your breastmilk;
But the family in heaven is like a child with the mother.
Stand the test and be obedient in all things,
Give your baby food and forget about your phone calls!
For you are not my mother and,
You are not an African woman.
I know how it feels and,
I know who you are;
But feed your baby with breastmilk at all times.
Like a house without hands,
Give your baby breastmilk to keep the child healthy;
For out of the blessings of the Creator you've got this child.
The door is now open on you,
The truth is now set for you,
The care is now in your own hands,
But your child really need this milk.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Her Open Lips
Through all the struggling with my sister
i started to kiss her open lips
and knead my sisters breast through the bra
and her blouse, and her panties open FULL became.
and just you read wanting more and more.
The sensation was too much for her
and she slowly started to relax
allowing me to play with her body
when her milk laden breast started to leak.
I was so thirsty and my too was jutting out under her shorts.
The moment I felt my sisters breast milk in my hands
I lifted the loose end of the Saree
and started to open her blouse looks pale rich fully
while my sister tried to prevent me.
Removing the hooks was too tedious, 'so I caught hold of her blouse
and tore at it, ripping it with the eye teeth.
The act shocked and excited my sister and she gave a loud gasp.
Then I pulled the bra up exposing both
the white milk laden breast with the dark chocolate nipples
and big aureoles. I groped both the breast with my hands and my lips descended to the nipples.
The moment I sucked the nipples
my sister gave a groan and milk started to jut out into his mouth.
Suddenly the baby started to cry
and my sister forcefully pushed me out away.
She tried to cover her breast with the Saree
while picking up the baby
and quickly ran to another, ' ROOM but not that far away.
I was really disappointed
and at that moment mine too by her made a leek
as I thought that the milk
which I had drunk from my sister is gone through me as well.
But I was afraid
as if she might tell to our mama about this
and I thought about the other situations.
It will be a big shame for me.
So I had decided to leave San Fransisco, as early as possible.
Next morning I woke early and packed my dress
and told mama that I am going to my home
and then he called my sister
and I was afraid and shame to look into her eyes
and I said goodbye to her in a low voice
and mama dropped me OFF at the bus stand.
I thanked God for several times
because if mama came to know about that
what will be ours the news situation.
But my sister asked me to wait until again next year, she became.
poem by Gut Master
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A Tribute to Mothers on ‘Mothers’ Day ‘09’
A mother keeps the human race going!
She gives the kid(s) the important training;
She does the baby’s cleaning and nursing;
She tends to children’s bathing and cleaning.
A mother is the crux in kid(s) growing!
And children into adults keep turning;
She does the child’s dressing and nail-paring;
She sings the songs when child goes off sleeping!
A mother keeps the home and does cooking;
About the children all, she keeps thinking;
Most days, she does the chores and dish-washing;
She hardly gets some time for own sleeping!
A mother loves to work and keep slogging!
Sometimes, in vain for help, she keeps begging;
Some modern moms take to even blogging;
A few spend much time at husbands, nagging!
A mother knows the art of good loving!
Some are good in punning, joking, rhyming;
A mother teaches kids at fine writing;
She spends the night in ‘about all’, dreaming!
A mother soul is fixed to kid(s) rearing!
To problems all, she gives a good hearing;
Nothing amiss can escape her seeing;
At times, she gives the kid(s) a good beating!
A mother tells kid(s) to be God-fearing!
Some mothers can be bold and ev’n daring;
Some mothers can’t stay without arguing;
Good mothers believe in giving / sharing!
A mother is a great human being!
When someone leaves, she keeps her hand(s) waving;
For love sometimes, some mothers keep craving;
The world somehow keeps most mothers crying!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 5-13-2009
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Your First Baby
THE BABIES FIRST YEAR
YOUR baby's first heart beat.
YOUR baby's first kick.
YOUR baby's first slap.
YOUR baby's first cry.
YOUR baby's first drink from Mommy's breast.
YOUR baby's first diaper change.
YOUR baby's first visitors at home.
YOUR baby's first crib.
YOUR baby's first blanket.
YOUR baby's first sounds.
YOUR baby's first laugh.
YOUR baby's first kiss.
YOUR baby's first word.
YOUR baby's first step.
YOUR baby's first weekend with gma.
YOUR baby's first birthday party.
YOUR baby's first year
poem by Talema Lawrence
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The One
Blowing around, turning over and out
Apocalyptic dreams and a supersonic high
Get running now
Two hours to die
Whats with this guy gonna think youre alive
Yeah, I am the one
Destroying you, every mothers son
Yeah, I am the one
King of the world as the devils son, yeah, yeah
I am alive, roll in my maze
? staying a step from? the human race
The more I love, the more I die
The more Im down, I wonder why
Yeah, I am the one
Destroying you, every mothers son
Yeah, I am the one
King of the world as the devils son, yeah, yeah
Run baby, run baby, run away
Run baby, run, escape l.a.
Who do you love, you wouldnt know
? ? ? ? ? ? ? atomic flow
I am the one, demon red
American dreams explode in my head
Yeah, I am the one
Destroying you, every mothers son
Yeah, I am the one
King of the world as the devils son, yeah, yeah
Run baby, run baby, run away
Run baby, run, escape l.a.
Run baby, run baby, run away
Run baby, run, escape l.a.
Run baby, run baby, run away (yeah, I am the one)
Run baby, run, escape l.a.
Run baby, run baby, run away (yeah, I am the one)
Run baby, run, escape l.a.
song performed by by Rob Zombie
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The Crown Of Life
THE days, the doubts, the dreams of pain
Are over, not to come again,
And from the menace of the night
Has dawned the day-star of delight:
My baby lies against me pressed--
Thus, Mother of God, are mothers blessed!
His little head upon my arm,
His little body soft and warm,
His little feet that cannot stand
Held in the heart of this, my hand.
His little mouth close on my breast--
Thus, Mary's Son, are mothers blessed.
All dreams of deeds, all deeds of day
Are very faint and far away,
Yet you some day will stand upright
And fight God's foes, in manhood's might,
You--tiny, worshipped, clasped, caressed--
Thus, Mother of God, are mothers blessed.
Whatever grief may come to be
This hour divine goes on for me.
All glorious is my little span,
Since I, like God, have made a man,
A little image of God's best--
Thus, Mary's Son, are mothers blessed.
Come change, come loss, come worlds of tears,
Come endless chain of empty years;
They cannot take away the hour
That gives me You--my bird, my flower!
Thank God for this! Leave God the rest!--
Thus, Mother of God, are mothers blessed.
poem by Edith Nesbit
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Baby vs Adult
Baby is dumb
Adult has wisdom
Babies are small and crawl
Adults are tall and fall
Baby demands
Adult commands
Baby yearns to walk
Adult learns to work
Baby weeps
Adult sleeps
You carry a baby
You marry an adult
Baby chokes
Adult smokes
Baby stays at home to play
Adult brings home the pay
Baby cries
Adult sighs
Baby spikes milk
Adults like silk
And I saved this for the last
Baby at birth
Adult at death
Baby vs Adult becomes a thing of the past
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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~ Holy Milk ~
~ HOLY MILK ~
Ms. Nivedita
UK
16 February 2010.
Cyclic weeping
Overdue
Love flowething
Thro’ virgin breast
O’ Holy Milk
Who made it happen
Fracturing fragrance of trust?
O’ Fille
Punishment of
Dwarfing forgiveness
Give why?
O’ breast feel jamboree
Nip inertia embarrassment.
From gentled breast
Deliver deathless lovehope
Share him hear
Vouched euphonic motherhood
Spilling relentlessly! Ooohing!
Mete mansion for
Beau’s face
In sousing tear
Assign you dear
Unborn to honor
As riches from love
Not lurid lust.
‘Tis Sanctifier.
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Copyright reserved by the author
poem by Ms. Nivedita Bagchi Spc. Uk.
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Baby Universal
Baby baby baby baby baby giving in
Baby cant baby talk baby well baby thinking baby walk baby lost baby found
Baby beauty baby cant baby talking baby girl baby thinking baby well baby lost baby found baby giving in baby cant baby talk baby girl baby thinking baby walk baby lost baby found
Now that he has no sense of destination
Now hes running for the love of speed
When the child goes bad its no cause for celebration
Like jimmy dean he dont talk back to me
Failures as fathers, mothers to chaos
No baby no baby no baby no
Hello humans can you feel me thinking
I asume youre seeing everything Im thinking
Hello humans nothing starts tomorrow
Im the baby now
Baby universe, baby universe baby universal
A speck of dust has settled in my eyes
It doesent matter Ive seen everything anyway
Failures as fathers, mothers to chaos
No baby no baby no baby no
Hello humans can you feel me thinking
I asume youre seeing everything Im thinking
Hello humans nothing starts tomorrow
Im the baby now
Baby universe, baby universe baby universal
song performed by by David Bowie
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A Treatise on Light and Darkness
the truth is always there
that woman nude lying in bed
waiting for no one
self-sufficient as she is
like the eternal fire of
the sun
the gentle softness of light
that finally lands on
the grass
on early morning
she is eternal
mother of all mothers
her breast with flowing milk
for all the babies
of this universe
in the vast darkness
light pierces every space
travels
without any definite arrivals
departures
not always final
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Fight over new born
Mothers fight over new born
Hospital staff along with doctor was on a run
Two women gave a birth to baby boy and girl
Both were happy as one enjoyed her son as pearl
Both kids were taken to next room
To clean up and enjoy a baby boom
Handed over baby after normal procedure
This sealed a fate for their coming future
The staff realized a grave error soon
The tags were wrongly put on
Both mothers had given natural feed
They both had dreamed and had real need
Doctor came back with concern and rushed
All the relatives were hurled one side and pushed
The error was explained and tried to pacify
But both women were adamant and did not justify
Male baby was taken care of well
The female baby was to bear woes tale
She was not accepted by any of two
The story is fact and certainly true
The doctors suggested D.N.A. test
Convinced a lot and hoped for best
New born is taken care of in another ward
One mother is willing but another is offering no word
How come love can be different from mother's side?
Any mother will claim tall and express pride
I witnessed it as sudden arrival of autumn
We all are carried away as simple human
No one may like to distinguish
From baby boy or baby girl to finish
It is not new thing or of our creation
Child is link for building new relation
Many a times such stories appear
Only child is treated badly and bear
All brunt from the parent side
And wait for sweet embrace but who will decide?
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Again and Again and Again
You said the anger would come back
just as the love did.
I have a black look I do not
like. It is a mask I try on.
I migrate toward it and its frog
sits on my lips and defecates.
It is old. It is also a pauper.
I have tried to keep it on a diet.
I give it no unction.
There is a good look that I wear
like a blood clot. I have
sewn it over my left breast.
I have made a vocation of it.
Lust has taken plant in it
and I have placed you and your
child at its milk tip.
Oh the blackness is murderous
and the milk tip is brimming
and each machine is working
and I will kiss you when
I cut up one dozen new men
and you will die somewhat,
again and again.
poem by Anne Sexton
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Mother and Child
On one of the back benches in church
I see a young girl
unbuttoning the top of her blouse
with slender white fingers
to let her baby drink.
His sleepy blue eyes opens
and his small lips suck
on a swollen nipple
and mother and child
is framed into my mind
like the painting of the Madonna
and milk streams into him
while the congregation sings.
She gazes as through time
with uplifted head,
giving him power, the love of God
as if fixed to the spot while praying
and giving him milk.
She tenderly touch the baby
with every movement
echoing great love
and he settles sleeping
and a smile of tranquillity
is on her face.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Abortions on the Increase
The world kills babies by the millions;
What cruel hearts could love to kill their own?
The babies killed are wholesome and healthy;
But Nature kills just those who can’t survive.
The right to life is baby’s basic right;
To kill a new-born babe is not correct;
God sees the tears of unborn babies all;
The God of life will punish those who kill.
The guilt of abortion can wreck one’s life;
Some mothers have committed suicide;
What insane minds dare kill their unborn kids?
Though maimed, some fetuses are born alive!
No species kills its own within the womb;
The right to life is prime for all species;
All parents rear their young ones though deformed;
But man alone kills babies though well-formed!
Oh, won’t you stop such treacherous killing?
Breast cancer afflicts mothers who abort;
Abortions lead to more miscarriages;
Stop murder of unborn babies in womb.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-4-2008
poem by John Celes
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What Is Permanent
who you are when you
are born
can be permanent
a boy another girl
a chubby baby on the crib
the thin one
barely breathing in the cradle
the sleepy one
sucking milk from the
mother's breast
sometimes you know
there are no choices
with what the genes gave
to the spine
and the skull
these are permanent shapes
what we can choose is
either/or
love or hate or both
peace or war
leave or stay
compassion, understanding
hope
matters of the heart
and the soul
that only us can sift
like flour from the bugs.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Crumb Grabber, Money Snatcher, Giving Moody Back
Crumb grabber.
Money snatcher.
Giving moody back.
My baby has my eyes.
And laying around the house with no chores to attack.
My baby has my eyes.
Even when we visit him in prison he's a hoot.
My baby has my eyes.
Maybe we did spoil him but he's 'so cute'!
(And) My baby has my eyes.
Some can not get over,
How their children grow up.
To do nothing but break hearts.
And become corrupt!
Oh...
They defend their parenting done.
With excuses to the principal...
Why their kids can't seem to learn a thing!
And why it is necessary,
To accuse the teachers, society...
And neighborhoods they live,
Why they have allowed these 'monsters'
To exist without values....
With honored gang memberships.
To do nothing but selfish senselessness.
And have no good deeds,
To offer or give!
Instead of living their lives...
Quick and easy just to be pleased!
'Not 'my' kids.
Not one I raised to be liars or thieves.'
Crumb grabber.
Money snatcher.
Giving moody back.
My baby has my eyes.
And laying around the house with no chores to attack.
My baby has my eyes.
Growing up and making their parents feel guilt.
My baby has my eyes.
To breast feed
And think free is milk!
My baby has my eyes.
Walking up and down the streets to mug and kill.
My baby has my eyes.
Doing things just for 'kicks' and thrills.
My baby has my eyes.
Crumb grabber.
Money snatcher.
Giving moody back.
My baby has my eyes.
And laying around the house with no chores to attack.
My baby has my eyes.
My baby has,
My baby has...
I can't deny those eyes.
Those eyes are mine.
My baby has,
My baby has...
My baby has my eyes!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Snake, The Fire and The Baby
Snake, the baby’s friend;
Fire the baby’s enemy
How the snake become baby’s friend
How the fire become baby’s enemy.
In one cold morning in the Nile valley
The mother put her baby beside the fire to get warm
And went to work on the farm.
The snake came, bitten the baby’s hand
Flinches, hide under log of firewood
The baby cried shrilly
The mother heard it, came and saw it hand bleeding
“Oouw, what hurt your hand? Mine! Mine!
“Fire! Mama! ” The baby answered
.The mother hipped her baby, went to healer
The snake heard what the baby said in it hideout,
It remorse for it vilest act
Hissed a expletive not to harm a baby forever
That’s why it play with babies without harm in Nile Valley,
Villages when their mothers are absent
The fire heard what the baby said.
And become furious of being scapegoat
For snake execrable luck in the world
And kindled expletive to harm the baby.
That’s why it burn baby hands everyday
When touch it red tongue.
poem by David Aoloch Bion
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