Best Midwife Poems

T’was her ninth month and early summer,
My wife said she’d heard nothing dumber,
After she had spoken,
Her water had broken...
And me ringing up for a plumber....

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The vicar surveyed her wide girth 
Was scared that in church she’d give birth 
He raised his eyebrows 
Then rushed through their vows ...
He wasn’t adept at childbirth!

Inspired by the poem ‘Decision Needed’ by Maurice Rigoler



13TH April 2016...

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Babies crying in the maternity ward
Women; some calling, some thanking God
The only place, where pain meets joy
When the midwife says, it’s a girl, or it’s a boy

The midwife has the most important of jobs
There to usher and give care, when the baby pops
Persevering the cries...

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When visions, elation, dreams and emotions
Expand to nearly the point of explosions
A skilled hand is needed to bring forth a life
That is the job of the Poetry Midwife.

I've no degree but this work is my passion
Bringing forth poems, turning thought into action
With each birth I...

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I woke up this morning
Something special on my mind
Today I must light a candle so that
Their Light May Always Shine.

I light it for the babies
That didn’t make this world this time
They died before or after birth, hope 
Their flickering light will always shine.

So many couples...

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Midwife
dressed in blue-black
entered labor ward
terrified of wailing pregnant ladies
vanished...

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The Midwife
Written: by Tom Wright
2006 

The mind is the midwife that delivers
each thought of man when bidden.
The man who says he's nothing to hide
is the man with it previously hidden?

The greater hurt lies in what we know
Than in things perhaps we don't.
While Jesus sees and...

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Knuckles deep in a cat.
The spongy flesh pulses around my fingers
Each time I move inside.

Her stomach undulates
As if it was alive.
Wait-- it is.
I am trembling.

Her pained meows
Offset by the mewlings
Heard from within her.

The first head pokes out,
Slick and red
Staining the scratchy towel underneath.
Then more, four...

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Mame Blackwell, small light-skinned woman with harsh gray eyes.
That told a grave story of her encounters with death and hardship.

The edge of her mien was sharpened by the blade of the wicked and taken grip.
And her spirit for life was drained years ago, and her...

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In her heart, she knew the truth.
And its nefarious root.
In a raging storm of wrath.
And, so she took the wrong path.

"Mame Blackwell," he said.
A shiny Eagle in her hand he laid.
"My wife is in need."
"I beg that you do heed."
"She screams out your name."
"And boast...

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And her beloved son grew alongside her like clinging vines.
During the capitulation of the Old South.
The era of a bitter drouth.

They lived hopefully from her skills as a midwife.
And though some days were gruesome for her they were perfect days.
When they were together in their...

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My web’s a lonely place to be
For no one likes to visit me

No one who comes here wants to stay
Yet neither will they go away

I really can’t imagine why
A friend (for life) will pass me by

Unless, of course, it’s indiscreet
That everyone I meet … I...

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With a deliberated ruse; she washed its tiny face with a soft washcloth.

With no resistance, she enfolded the wee infant into a swaddling cloth.

In the Autumn equinox, she placed the tiny form in the simple wooden box.
She watched them perform their antiquated burial tradition, and...

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Spread your legs now
And to further instruction bow
Or I shall phone your man
And tell him every rubbish I can.


Your two knees facing the ceiling
Or with stricter midwives be dealing
Armed with their taming cane
Sure to once again make you sane.


Your favourite lying sex position
You’d been making...

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Married to Mary for so many years,
Before our differences made us shed tears.
We took each other to the court for divorce,
Now separated and both full of remorse.
Six months have now passed full of sorrow,
Then I smile, meeting tomorrow.
Now Gladys and I have never met,
We found...

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