September 21, 2010

One Inch Tall

If you were only one inch tall, you’d ride a worm to school. The teardrop of a crying ant would be your swimming pool. A crumb of cake would be a feast And last you seven days at least, A flea would be a frightening beast If you were one inch tall. If you were only one inch tall, you’d walk beneath the door, And it would take about a month to get down to the store. A bit of fluff would be your bed, You’d swing upon a spider’s thread, And wear a thimble on your head If you were one inch tall. You’d surf across the kitchen sink upon a stick of gum. You couldn’t hug your mama, you’d just have to hug her thumb. You’d run from people’s feet in fright, To move a pen would take all night, (This poem took fourteen years to write– ‘Cause I’m just one inch tall). by Shel Silverstein Lily
August 31, 2010

My Dream (A Vision Of Peace)

Where the mountains touch the sky Where poets DREAM, where eagles fly A secret place above the crowd Just beneath a silver-lined cloud. Lift your eyes to a snowy peak And see the soon-to-be we seek Whisper DREAMS and let them rise To the mountains old and wise. Climbers climb, it’s time to try Where the mountains touch the sky Take me there. Oh take me now… Someway, Someday, Somewhere, Somehow! Where the ocean meets the sky Where dolphin dance and seagulls fly A place in DREAMS, I know so well The sea inside a single shell. Far across the living sea A pale blue possibility Beyond the castles made of sand Tomorrow in a small child’s hand. Only DREAMERS need apply Where the ocean meets the sky Take me there. Oh take me now… Someway, Someday, Somewhere, Somehow. A common ground for one and all Behind the crystal waterfall Where Peace flows like a mighty stream Like Dr. King I have a DREAM. Imagine such a goal in sight For red and yellow, black and white New Delhi, Peking, Kenya, Rome Earth is the place that we call home. Baghdad, Bangkok, Tel Aviv One race HUMAN, we still believe It matters what we say and do This DREAM is ME, this DREAM is YOU! When walls of hate have fallen fast When prejudice has long since passed When last is first and first is last Come DREAM with me Where the forest reach the sky Wake up and DREAM and don’t be shy. No thorns of war, a perfect rose This is where Gandhi’s DREAM grows Whisper now; let the DREAM begin It’s time to trust the truth within. This is where we seek and find A gift in being colorblind DREAM on DREAMERS, hopes are high Where the forest reach the sky. Take me there. Oh take me now Someway, Someday, Somewhere, Somehow. Now, listen close, the future calls… Build your bridges and tear down walls! For time has taught and so it seems Realities are born of DREAMS! Blessed are the peacemakers… Silvie
August 4, 2010

diapered abie girls

  Every so often I hear from a biological girl who wants a momy to make her into her diaper wearing baby. Sometimes it is even a DL just wanting to speak to another woman about her fetish. Sure they can call the daddies and boy DL’s here, but sometimes they just want a woman. I’ve never had a baby girl of my own in real life so it’s pleasing to get to play with them at phoneamommy. I treat them just like the baby girls they are inside. I am carefully diapering them and coddling them. Then of course there are those baby girls that need a little discipline also.   Mommy Scarlet
July 27, 2010

Childhood Memories

Skinned knees, climbing trees, forts of sheets, sugary sweets, hide-n-seek, taking peeks, Spaghetti O’s, pants with holes, summer nights, pillow fights, Christmas trees, play in leaves, eating dirt, dirty shirt, monkey bars, shooting stars, bright balloons, afternoons, school bell rings, choir sings, taking tests, try my best, friends fight, summer nights, friends play, summer day, snow fort, life’s short, memories, part of me, will not forget, will not regret, worth more than gold, a treasure to hold, thank God for these, Childhood Memories. © Ellen M. DuBois
July 10, 2010

Swaddled

Now this gave me such a tickle when I saw it! Poor little kitty! But then I was thinking, what a wonderful way of keeping an especially naughty little one under wraps, so to speak, hehe. Keeping them wrapped up snuggly and firmly so they can not squirm or misbehave or, heaven forbid, try and touch their little weewee in their diaper (like they try to do so very often, tsk tsk). So after an afternoon, or even a full day and night of being bound and denied of any movement of any kind, I believe I would have a very compliant and obedient ABie on my hands, willing to do (or not do) whatever I ask of them – exactly how I like my ABies, hehehe. Mommy Gina 1*888*430*2010
July 3, 2010

Happy Fourth!

Can you believe it? It’s the fourth already! Hope everyone is having a great time – picnics, barbeques, sprinklers and pools, and of course fireworks (I personally look forward to the water balloon fights)! But remember to be safe and take it easy on the “adult” drinks (or as one Abie says, adult apple juice, hehe). Happy Fourth of July!! Mommy Maggie 1*888*430*2010
June 28, 2010

Buttercups and Daisies

Buttercups and daisies- Oh the pretty flowers, Coming ere the springtime To tell of sunny hours. While the trees are leafless, While the fields are bare, Buttercups and daisies Spring up here and there. Ere the snowdrop peepeth, Ere the croscus bold, Ere the early primrose Opes its paly gold, Somewhere on a sunny bank Buttercups are bright; Somewhere ‘mong the frozen grass Peeps the daisy white. Little hardy flowers Like to children poor, Playing in their sturdy health By their mother’s door: Purple with the north wind, Yet alert and bold; Fearing not and caring not, Though they be a-cold. What to them is weather! What are stormy showers! Buttercups and daisies Are these human flowers! He who gave them hardship And a life of care, Gave them likewise hardy strength, And patient hearts, to bear. Welcome yellow buttercups, Welcome daisies white, Ye are in my spirit Visioned, a delight! Coming ere the springtime Of sunny hours to tell- Speaking to our hearts of Him Who doeth all things well.
June 22, 2010

The Fieldmouse

Where the acorn tumbles down, Where the ash tree sheds its berry, With your fur so soft and brown, With your eye so round and merry, Scarcely moving the long grass, Fieldmouse, I can see you pass. Little thing, in what dark den, Lie you all the winter sleeping? Till warm weather comes again, Then once more I see you peeping Round about the tall tree roots, Nibbling at their fallen fruits. Fieldmouse, fieldmouse, do not go, Where the farmer stacks his treasure, Find the nut that falls below, Eat the acorn at your pleasure, But you must not steal the grain He has stacked with so much pain. Make your hole where mosses spring, Underneath the tall oak’s shadow, Pretty, quiet harmless thing, Play about the sunny meadow. Keep away from corn and house, None will harm you, little mouse. Cecil Frances Alexander Lily
May 31, 2010

Bridal Diaper

The Bridal Diaper is an urban legend circulated widely among Adult Baby and Diaper Lover communities. The legend is that it is a popular trend for brides to wear some form of diaper under their wedding dress. The legend is propagated as a fantasy of many fetishists, as male fetishists are attracted to the idea of a bride wearing a diaper under her dress, and female fetishists are attracted to the idea of wearing a diaper under their dress. Thanks to internet message boards, a fairly small number of fetishists have been able to create rumors, anecdotes and reports that it is surprisingly popular for otherwise normal women to wear a disposable diaper as bridal lingerie. Going into an actual bridal boutique or asking people who really work in the wedding industry is more likely to elicit rolled eyes and sighs, as the legend is known by most professionals, albeit somewhat obscure. Silvie
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