Fred Babbin Poems

Poetry – this madness
This feeling-thought
that looks like thought
that holds my brain
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I went into the Internet
To see what I could find
And so much poetry I saw
Seemed written by the blind.
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I see that you
are making eggplant
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The Women I have known
Are not the women I know now.
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I’m pregnant again
with you my poems
My thoughts and feelings
Have screwed my brain
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My blood is in my pen
And when I write
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Spring leaps in
And pirouettes with joy -
The buds poke out
Into the new-found warmth.
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At first, there was complete emptiness -
nothing, zilch, not even zero, an undescribable nothing -
no light, no darkness.
But then there were these two noumenal essences
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CHAPTER ONE

Contrasting Pairs
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