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Summers Eve

~Summer’s Eve ~


I am a woman!
I am proud-

I am everything you want. 
Plus more
The adoring wife,
A beautiful mother, 
A grandmother a granddaughter 
A daughter, a sister,
A lover, the aunt.
Your enemy, your friend.
I am the working lady.
A widow left behind.

  I AM!
The Spawn of Adam's rib-

  I AM!
A mentor throughout this world. 
A lady with class, sometimes a material girl.
A flower, and the sound of rain.


I am the color of the rainbow. 
I am deeper than the sea. 
I am the pink ribbon you wear.
I am delicate like snow.

  I AM!
The sun and the moon in your eyes.
A twister during dark skies.

  I AM!
The Daughter of Eve-

And, here is the only feeling I want to endorse. 
 Summer's Eve.

*****
In honor and appreciation to all the women of the world.
Happy Mother’s day!

By;PD


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GRANDPA

*GRANDMA WAITS IN THE GARDEN*

Hi grandpa it's me again!
Your dentures sit in an open glass
Do you remember the tears grandma sang before she passed?
The way she looked into your eyes, 
Moments before she said her goodbyes
Grandpa, I found a note from grandma, she doesn't want you to cry.

Hi grandpa, it’s me again!
The rocking chair is old and dusty
Do you remember the way grandma sat me on her lap?
Read many stories before I took a nap
How she enjoyed brushing my hair with her hands
Love the way she rocked me to sleep every night until I grew. 

Hello grandpa!
I stored your hearing aid away
Do you remember that special musical box in grandma's drawer? 
I opened it last night, to watch the ballerina dance
I wish you could hear the tiny chimes grandma lived in
I hope you don’t mind, I’m keeping grandmothers favorite scarf.

Hello Grandpa!
I'm caressing grandma’s picture frame
Do you like the way she looked in that pretty sundress?
Grandpa, I miss the things grandmother did for you
I like the walking stick she handcrafted, the day your needed support
It kept you in balance every time we took long hikes in the woods.

Hello grandpa, it's me again! 
Here I sit holding your hand
I have no more tears
Soon you will see grandma
Please tell her hi, and I know you will be there the day I die
Bye, grandpa
Give grandma a kiss, and tell her I miss her

By; PD


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Like a Rock

I carry my mother 
like a rock in my pocket 

that I just can’t seem to throw away 

It serves me 
no purpose, 
it just weighs me down 

~~~
 
When I first found it, 
when I first picked it up 
and started carrying it with me, 

I thought it so beautiful – 
I could look at it for hours 

But, like my mother, 
it never looked back at me, 
never grew warm under my loving gaze 

For the longest, I was blind to that, 
Blind to anything but the beauty, 
blind to the cold, hard, 
beyond-remote nature of the rock,
of my mother,
my stone

~~~

I carry my mother,
a thought without weight

And she’s heavier

and she’s colder

than all the stones
there are

~~~
 
By the time I recognized her 
immutable, emotional unavailability, 
I had run out of joy,
felt depleted of hope –

But I could not,
for the life of me,
stop seeking a beauty, a warmth,
inside her heart

Could not stop
wishing
that one day this stone,
my mother,
deep inside my pocket,

Might just become
its own opposite –

Change from hard to fluid,
from cold to warm

But my rock, my hard burden,
will only turn to water

When my mother
stops being
a stone


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Mother is Dove

Modest woman moderate woman
Your inner beauty strikes me
Like the tongue of noble eloquence
More than gold even refined gold
Or our purged fulgent silver.

Black woman proud woman
Your pride is not haughty
But a humble pride of eaglets;
Your black eyes are so glittering
As the eyes of our dark rivers
Filled with messages of peace
That banish the broody turmoil
From those panting hearts
Of your foreigned offsprings.

Gentle mother diligent mother
Your kindness kindles the fires
Of my heart –
Your dexterity dresses
The table of our ageless history
And the thought of your being
– Oh kind mother! –
Makes the most delicious menu 
For my heart.

I remember your naked feet
Fast and fair as a pigeon’s limbs
Treading the invisible paths
Almost covered by shrubs
Small shrubs misted by the prime mist.

I remember the wood from the wood 
The water from the water 
And manifold items from jungle alleys 
Borne by your delicate hands
And upon your soft black-haired head.

I remember the constant match 
To markets and to farms
And your bright face smeared with 
The ash dust
Making you more beautiful
Than any woman whose feet
Ever touched the naked earth.

I remember those burdens
Upon your cheerful kin-souls 
And babies strapped to your backs
Babes full of unspoken words
To unborn others in patient wombs
Waiting in an endless turn –
Indeed, mother is dove!
A black dove and a dark huntress
A hunter’s gift from the maker?

Mother is like a weaver-bird
Building a big foot-like nest
Filled with corn and warmth
A bundle of eagle-flight
Mother is dove
And the hunter calls her
The clan’s eternal dove.

Oh, mother loving woman 
Gentle as our black horizon
To you we humbly come
From these far and lonely lands
Hoping to grace our love and beauty
Before that jealous grave
Makes her temporary feast.


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The Woman

See the woman.

See the face behind its age.
See the beauty of her form.
See the way her way becomes her.
See past her once taught skin, as it was 
when it enflamed many a man.

See the way she holds her head;
the tilt of her neck, the ease
of her being.
See the strength that binds her jaw,
unrelenting in its flex.

See her hurt displayed, as shadows
fall like night upon the earth,
eager for rest and resolution -
retribution,
for the one she could not save.

See her darkness. See it very well.
See it shatter like glass, glinting,
when she giggles like a girl.
See her shine.
As the shades of dark days rise,

See the years that grace her eyes,
like rays of her own sun
exponentially shining forth.
See forgiveness in her patient hands
as they weave memories with a touch.

See the breadth of her breasts,
unapologetic,
for they have quenched her children’s hunger,
soothed their frantic cries,
and became the safe haven for her beloved.

See her empty, scarred abdomen –
round and perfect in its imperfections,
once holding the essence of all things;
carrying creation within –
see the divine home of God.

See the innocent baby,
the impetuous youth,
the voluptuous woman,
the devoted wife,
the selfless mother.

See the wisdom of the grandmother –
the epitome of every moment lived
for someone else, and the realization 
of the circle.
Hear the acceptance in her sigh.
See the gifts she has given –

see the woman!
See the goddess!
The beginning and the end!
See the infinite that bares the name,
Woman!

See her for all that she is and isn’t.
Smell her scent and know you are home.
Taste the strength of her words on your tongue.
Hear her experiences like your own.
To touch her soul is to touch perpetuity!

See her face in your mirror.

See the tears that fall proudly
upon the woman you’ve become,
and hope yet to become
                          in time;

when you have lived through all that has been 
set before you –
tasted each woman’s tears as if they were your own.
When you enter that perfect union,
timeless ancestry;
when you become,
when you come
full circle;

you will see yourself in all things, 
and your journey, will see you back

home.



*Reposted for Chris's Get Your Rebel On, Contest! This was written with my Beautiful 
Grandmother in mind. She saved my life in more ways than one. love you, Gran. This one's 
for you. (and every woman, and woman lover, here)


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Sweet Lady

In the drawer
Behind all the white t-shirts 
Packed away in the corner where 
It is safe, I keep you.

You are hidden
No one knows you're there,
Except me.
I take you out to see your 
Smiling yet depressed face.

I realize the trouble you went through 
Just to make sure I live a better life 
Than you did.

Here you hold your baby one last time
Before sending him off to a
Life without poverty.
He doesn't say goodbye because
He is so small and innocent.
You give him a little kiss and say
Goodbye my sweet child.

So I thank you
Sweet, sweet, lady.
I'll put you back
In that safe little place,
So that when the time comes
For me to meet you,
I will find you before
You find me.


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Recalling Her

It is thirty six years ago, and I am with her in the garden,
where July is a picnic of egg sandwiches, cress-stippled,
the fuzzy down of peaches, acid-yellow tang of lemonade.
Her fingers have the delicacy of dancers
as she deftly mixes paint on a palette blue as the sky -
blobs of acrylics bright as sweet shop candy.

Summer is a sizzling colour wheel, spinning in its heat hues -
cadmium orange, pyrrole red, gold ochre -
those fever flames that blaze across her page.

My small world is warmed by the sun in her smile.

Russian vine stitches a delicate doily over the shed roof.
The heat-glazed garden shimmers and buzzes.
There is a twilight world under sweet clusterings of lilacs:
a cool shock of shade, pendulous-legged black flies
hovering in the murky mauve.
China white stars of jasmine light my way.
Please keep me close. Let me stay.

*

It is twenty six years ago, a morning of mourning,
and the notes of the dead bells toll
as, mist-muffled, they roll
through November's sleet streets.

I close my eyes and the sun in her smile parts the clouds.

Sober-suited people crush and cluster in pews;
row upon row of perylene black, winter-pale faces titanium white.
Stained glass windows filter and warm the ash-grey light
until her coffin is a vibrant palette of rainbows.

There are stories - lots of stories - anecdotes,
a crimson-backed journal she wrote,
a painting she painted, coffin-propped,
a poetry reading - one of her own -
Tapestry is a wondrous thing, in it the lovely colours sing. . .

Creamed rice-colour roses heap sweet
on her stone - a slate plate serving up a dead name -
and carnations splash cadmium scarlet
like blood throbbing from the gash of grief's raw wound.

*

It is now, and I am alone, taking a short cut home
through evening's rich palette.
Elegiac elms shed viridian tears,
and the sky is a burnt sienna explosion.
October's umber seeps into November's sepia tones.

My mind is coloured with her and then.
I hold a small cameo box that held
the colourful spill of her pills: kaleidoscope planets
orbiting my loneliness, spinning off into nothingness. . .

Dark figures fill the park: silhouettes, shadows
following me home; spirits stepped from her portraits,
faces pushed down into coat collars, crinkled with frowns.

Paint-pinned people in their primaries and pastels,
on canvas, under glass; stopped heartbeats of the past.
Trapped moments on paper and boards.

I close my eyes and see the sun in her smile,
recall how, since her passing, life has become a free fall,
a parapet leap without parachute.

And the smudged charcoal lines of memory
are beginning to blur, fading like her watercolours. . .





in memory of my grandmother


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Motherland's Funeral

In the past, my country
cradled me within her womb,
but our roles reversed.
I held her in my arms,
felt her slip away.

I lost my country today.
Gave her up to synthetic medicine,
deficit spending, 
and pie-charts overseas.

They wrenched her from my arms,
took her from my loving arms
to poke, to prod and draw blood.
I prayed while watching attempts made
at her resuscitation,
as greedy hands held out pens,
prodding me to fill in the proper forms.

The world is on lithium,
the drug has defiled the last drop of clean water.
My country was on lithium,
for her, the vibrant colours turned into dull grays,
and in the end, her heart gave way 
from having spent too many decades 
trapped within a gilded cage.

She had an organ donor card -
her organs were sold off one-by-one
while she still clung onto life.
Her organs were removed,
replaced with waving flags
and roaring stadiums.

Men from every standing, race and creed,
groped Motherland's body
after causing her to bleed.
Many men had laid with her. 
Oh, how they did.
At least some men showed decency,
graced her with meaningful caresses.
But they were far and few between -
between the rape, miscarriages and spoils.

Lithium is being slipped into my drink,
into my food, into the very air I breathe,
so daily I purge,
horrified by my country's overdose.
She looks decrepit, splayed out in the morgue,
a cardboard ticket hanging from a big toe
like an empty, whorish price tag.

I will have to give her a proper burial in my mind,
for they are going to have Mother embalmed,
encase her in a glass coffin,
and put her on display.

Our Mother passed away,
yet the land is here to stay.
I will walk across clear-cut ridges,
pass through neon-lit distractions
as a gypsy vagabond.
From now on, the territorial lines
mean nothing more to me than rules to follow.
The shell of this country remains, 
Nationalism has turned empty-hollow.

I lost my country today.
Gave her up to synthetic medicine,
deficit spending, 
and pie-charts overseas.

I lost my country today,
held her in my arms,
watched her slip away,
felt her slip away.





April 30th, 2012


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Around The Corner

around the corner...just! light brilliant...trees freshly brushed... a breeze meandering through the grass... a baby blue sky, an occasional cloud shaped and reshaped, ...a waterfall roars like a lion...its spray soft as a lamb. around the corner...Just a lovers breath against my neck...a lover's lies, an ego lift...a seat on that pedestal men dream of... a bold kiss...an us in a crowd...a lazy summer day outdoor chairs...an overhead fan, an open door around the corner...Just, rollerblades...a mountain bike, a jaunt in the park, a movie house...a why not...an invigorate, a swim in a freezing cold lake... a restaurant night...an evening walk, a club... dancing...karaoke...being a little wild... so many images paint my mind... bittersweet  ...my thoughts march one by one to want something so bad  to fear it at the same time Just around the corner  I get back my life, just... Around the corner  the loss of a life,  just around the corner... yes I need to do that now, yes I can wait longer yet... responsible for her... consumes the life I knew the actors, the stage, the lights, the set, the techs, a play, my life flow...directing stage. Just around the corner my life waits for me impatiently Just...! Around that same corner, death waits for her patiently Be careful what you wish for... Around the corner...just around the corner two tears wait for me one joyous...one mournful  Around the corner I want to be Around the corner wait for me  not yet, caring for my mother...still she lives, I can wait,  I can wait...
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Poetry Is Born

Long before the written word
in a sheltered hut,
a mother and her baby rocked
to peaceful hums and gentle song.
Long before a purposed rhyme,
in cadence to drummed hollow logs
or paired with trill of ivory flutes,
a mother and her baby rocked
to peaceful hums and gentle song.
Children told a bedtime tale
of quiet thoughts with loving prayers
while, there, outside, the thunder rolled,
and when her wounded hunter fell
or her soldier lost at war,
a mother and her baby rocked
to peaceful hums and gentle song.


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She Hulk

When I was a child I only ever wanted to be strong.
I wanted to be able to compete with the boys
and when I foot raced them at recess I won every time.
They called me ‘She Hulk’ because of my muscular frame
and from the way I only ever wore soccer t-shirts and sweat pants.
After that nickname was implanted into my brain like a growing weed,
I’ve only ever wanted to be feminine.
I started wearing skirts and dresses 
and in middle school they shrieked at the site of my makeup and done up hair.
But that weed inside of my mind only grew, and grew, and grew
until I became a mixed drink cocktail
with one part anorexic and two parts lonely,
because I thought that the definition of feminine began with the word frail.
No one ever realizes how greatly words affect us,
how a simple nickname can turn a pretty girl into a skeleton.
I stood at five foot two weighing seventy nine pounds,
so cold and frozen,
yet I still considered myself a ‘She Hulk.’
You could see my ribcage through my t-shirt
and my spinal cord protruded loudly through my weathered skin,
as if somehow my bones were dirty knives
just trying to cut through the flesh of judgment.
As I grew older I became the girl that was never enough.
Not good enough to speak poetry.
Not good enough to lay paint on a canvas.
Not good enough.
Not tall enough.
Not big enough boobs for them.
Not primped to perfection.
Not undeniably straight.
Not smart enough.
Not dumb enough.
Not ditsy enough.
Not cool enough or fun enough.
And I began to believe, too, that I wasn’t enough.
I never told my mother that I had been in madly in love with a girl.
I never told anyone about the night we first kissed 
because I was too vulnerable for the judgment.
And parents always justify saying that ‘kids will be kids’
But when we are kids our brains are still growing
and the smallest of seeds that get planted will one day bloom
into one giant regret,
will one day affect the choices that we make,
will one day influence us about the clothes that we wear,
will one day shape us into the person who we thought we would never be.
I only ever wanted to be strong,
and as a child I thought strength was only about being able
to lift a bar stool above your head.
I thought that strength was only about being able
to beat the boys in bare foot running races.
I was told that strength was something only
a man could have.
But as I’ve grown older I’ve realized that strength
isn’t about muscle at all,
but it’s about weakness,
and the ability to overcome the social anxiousness.
It’s about carrying around a lifetime of baggage
on your broken back
because the ones that kicked you when you were down
are going to be the ones that were  ultimately wrong.
I thought that the definition of woman 
began with the word disappointment.
And I became a mixed drink cocktail
with one part freedom
and two parts Sailor Jerry
because every girl needs a stiff drink once and awhile.
We are not disappointments.
We will never be the ones who gave up on hope.
We will never be the ones who gave up on each other,
or god,
or our mothers.
We will always be enough;
enough for the ones who shunned us 
enough for the ones that cursed us
enough for the ones the hurt us
and destroyed us
and beat us when we were covered in bruises.
But you see, bruises fade
and the scars of our flesh are only stories
things we have overcame
and there are things out there that we will overcome.
When I was a child, I only ever wanted to be strong.
I hid my vulnerability.
I hid the parts of me that were true.
I never told my mother about my girlfriend
because I was afraid she wouldn’t understand,
kind of like all those people who never understood 
just how much words effect us. 
I can’t say that I can beat the boys at foot races anymore,
because, well, I smoke cigarettes now.
And I can’t say that the nickname of my childhood didn’t affect me.
But I take that name now and embrace it.
Because I am strong.
I am the ‘she hulk’.
I am a mixed drink cocktail
with three parts greatful.


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A Lesson on Love to my Future Daugter

It will hurt like a tattoo guns sting
as the ink infiltrates your skin.
Your first love will be like a tattoo on your heart,
buried deep,
always remembering the blessings and pain he gave you.

Be with a person who fills you with fluttering hummingbirds
even after the first and second and tenth kiss
who drinks the nectar of your demons and sucks them lifeless.

There will be men who you think will carry you forever
but after so long of holding
your feet above the water
they will throw you down. 
They will not reach out a hand to pick you back up.
They will turn cheek,
kissless and forgotton.
You will stand with dirt palms
and fall back into his inferno.

There will be loves like this,
who convince you to prick yourself with safety pins,
the ones who carry guns on their backs
but never shoot to protect,
only to hurt.
The ones who drink all the water,
leave you parched in the desert of his mistakes
telling you that they are your own.
The ones who shoot arrows in your lungs
and you lye bleeding 
believing that the color of your blood is true love for him.
The hour hand will spin around the clock
too many times before you leave him.
It will hurt. 
You thought it was true,
but after the death of it
you will realize you deserve someone so much sweeter
than a bitter apple. 

Love the one who doesn’t cheat you blind,
but instead comes to you with truths in his wretched palms
and waits for you to
forgive,
but never gives up and never stops wishing that the past could rewind
that he could change the things wrong that he did to you.

Love the one who feeds your heart warm apple pie,
who cries in front of your children,
who drives them to school and hugs them when they get home.
Be with someone who doesn’t ask for you to change
but instead loves your mistakes
cradles them within his fabric lungs
breathes them in with a grin.

Love is an interesting thing.
You will be thrown out of a moving car to the side of the road.
Some will come running back to you.
Don’t jump back in the front seat,
just run
and run 
and run 
and run
until you find someone who buckles the seat belt for you.
Drives five under the speed limit,
takes things slowly and waits for you to be ready to accelerate.

Daughter,
I am here for you.
Remember me, the one who loved you first,
the one who will never stop loving you.
Come to me after he breaks up with you.
You can cry on my shoulder,
and ill wipe your tears with my sleeve.

Daughter,
Find a love who loves you the way 
that your father and I love you,
the way that your grandmother loves you.
Find a love who already considers you family.
Who meets you
and looks into your ocean eyes
and drowns peacefully into your heart.


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Through the Door

Can you see them run to me – arms wide and laughing,
calling me, Mama: keeper of the stars, moon and hearts?
Can you see them kiss away my pain, healing every hurt
that’s ever marked me broken, dead or dying?

Can you see them hurt me? When they curse me, flay me; 
ground me with their unformed anger and bravado-uncertainty
until they fly behind doors, crying over what they’ve said – 
wishing they could take it back? 

O’, does that pride HURT! 
It stabs the chest and holds…holds…holds.
Can you see them behind doors and feel their wishful hearts burn? 
Can you feel them loving me through it all?
Love is not something easily hidden. Love like that breaks down doors – 
                                    sees through them. 
Can you see my tears; feel the weight of them on your cheeks? 
They are yours. 
Where you are (past the furthest/closest door) can you see me in them? 
Can you see the love I kept hidden in my dark and painful dungeon? 
You never knew what he did to me – but deep down, I blamed you anyway. 
There was only you left, you see; always you.
Can you see, I'm just like you?

If you can see me, you know. 
And if you can hear me crying through this God Damned pen (all those notes – 
all those written sorry’s slipped beneath doors - you must have known that
even at 37, I’d write you my heart in a note!)

You, Gran/Mother, are my one and only regret. 
That for 7 years, I treated you like a burden, a bother, and a barrier. 
I treated you like you should have treated me – an unintentional intruder;
like something taken, not given. 
But worse than that, I treated you like an acquaintance. 
Knowing how badly that must have hurt you, makes me want to be kicked in the face 
until I am unrecognizable; to the rest of the world, and myself. 

But life’s not like that, is it? No. You knew that, too. 

My baby boy has your nose, ears, and eyes. 
Do you think that if I whisper in his ear tonight while he sleeps (between you and me – 
at the doorway), you could hear me?
Tonight, I will whisper love in his perfect ear (pressed up against heaven’s door) -
maybe you will hear me say,

“Indy…Gran, I’m so sorry. If you can hear me, please give me a sign so I will know 
you’ve heard me. I want to see you smile again – just one more time…please…
let me know that somewhere, behind the door, you forgive me…”

And in the darkness of his bedroom; the moonlight covering his small face
like an angel’s kiss, the baby boy in her likeness, smiled.


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SOMEWHERE ALONG HER HANDS


' '''''''' ' '' Somewhere a hand is reading out loud a Dickinson, a leather-worn journal recording daily life’s soirees, memorizing rain and shielding little girl’s eyes from the blasting words of the sun. Somehow someone reaches from darkness to drive the shadows that meet the body of her child: trembling with excitement or fear, sliding tender fingers on the back; parts the arms like wind that rushes in all seasons to reveal the lush, delicious landscape of summer ; then rubs the elbow down the forearm to greet the cheeks with a kiss and watches while the hands move back without help or guidance from the daughter sleeping. ~ Somewhere a mother, grandmother, godmother, stepmother, or mother nature weeps over love’s broken child; uses her hair to bandage the wound on the youth’s head …unfolds her hands from prayer to widen the window of angel psalms pressing her lips into alleys of the sapling’s mouth: a tear transforms her from receiving to giving. ..and she feels without seeing the last light of the night; lit for the heart of those who witness its extinguishing * Somewhere death’s chariot prepares for a long journey, away from the living: pack the roses from tomb to womb, remove the thorns for gracious sake, like knives that pierce the heart of loved ones who cannot move on, pulling the orchards over her head; a name whispered in every fireplace she flamed * * And somehow tonight, I hear her stir, still clinging to the waning voice of the hours; she bequeaths stars I will inherit until she, at last succumbs to wispy bliss. And I, a sighing child must tell her: “ Wake up, you've been in bed so long, Mother, you should not be sleeping…” ~ © ........ .... ........ *with love to my Mom who had passed on* Gautami Phookan's Poet lll Contest by nette onclaud


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My First Child

A precious gift! Joy unimagined fills my heart She smiles! My heart races, leaping! And like a butterfly in spring, gliding, It dips among new blossoms Like a sweet melody playing softly in the cool of the evening, I soar! My baby, my first, like an angel sleeps Soft, warm and brown I stare in awe of this most perfect gift from God! Tiny almond-shaped eyes, sparkle- searching Nothing as beautiful have I ever seen! She cries and her teardrops like crystal daggers Pierce, my joyful heart! And like a wounded sparrow it plummets Free-falling, and I am left puzzled...confused Nervous, I gently hold her close to my breast I am sure she can feel my heart beating.. Suddenly our faces brush... she turns- Our eyes lock, and smiles ripple! My first born--all is well in my world.
© 1992 ~*~


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Ilaw

The light is muted,
glowing ever so faintly
and I cup my hands
to shelter it from
the harsh wind...

It flickers,
it wavers,
and my heart
does a triple dive
then beats back to normal
as I see that flame
fight, become steady,
and stand up against that wind.

I've seen this happen before,
but it always tries to shine forth
with a ferocity
that can only be fueled 
by love and faith...

A different gust,
another typhoon,
yet still it tries to beam...

This light amazes me 
with its tenacity.
I go through life with
only a mere spark of it
in my heart
But how proud I am
to have been borne from it,
to have it with me, 
burning in my soul.

This light is awe-inspiring...
with just a kiss from it
and warmth abounds,
never burning out,
rather, sharing that glow
to brighten lives.

I fear though, 
for the light is muted,
glowing ever so faintly
and I cup my hands
to shelter it from
the harsh wind...

Taking deep breaths,
we search for ways
to make that flame 
glow strong again,
burning as bright as before

A strike of a match
for a candle,
with its smoke weaving 
its way to heaven,
to say a prayer
for that light
to keep on glowing

The wick may be short,
the wax melting faster
than we would want it to...
But the light is still there,
and that gives me hope.






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Ilaw --pronounced 'ee-lao' as in 'how'; meaning "light"

"Ilaw ng tahanan" is a Filipino idiomatic expression
that refers to mothers; 
This phrase can translate to "light of the home"


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Brother Of The Quill

Brother of the Quill
Join me in a dance
For mother sings nightly
And father sleeps within a trance
Deerskin feet 
they'll never hear our steps
Through hemlock and the fields of wheat
All night long we will dance
Moon Mother lights our way
And our ancestors shine as bright stars
We will run as the wolves
And sing from our hearts
Brother of the Quill
Join me in a prance
We will shoot stars with our arrows
And wish for another dance
Deerskin tents
They'll never hear the swish
Of when we sneak back in
And fall asleep before Father wakes again


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For my mom

Though many songs are written of angels
I must add to the empire 
This small hymn to a woman, a champion of life 
Nameless here, but named in all things good and pure
I'll stand beside her work, her artistry astounds the stars 
And all light that is given is humbled in her presence 
Every worry is smoothed away, all tears absolved 
God, let me take her sadness into me and carry it for her
Until I am old, and then I'll have my chance to see her once more 
I am not a religious man, but she brings the divine to me  
And cradles me forever in her selfless, adoring arms 
I love you mother, I love you
I will always love you


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For Momma

  From a babe to a man, I needed your hand. Now I understand, it was part of God's 
ultimate plan. I was to be raised by another woman.  Don't get me wrong, Grandmomma was something! She gave me all the love a child could need. She was always there for me. Truly a blessing! No Mother, you don't owe me a thing. Not even an explanation. I can't sing, so I wrote this dedication, tTo show my appreciation.

 Momma, Momma you're still #1. No matter the distance; rRegardless of what you've done. As God is my witness, I'm still your son.

Yes I hold resentments, and that is hard to ignore. My hurt I can't hide. When 
you kicked me out. And out of your three children, why was I the one you let go? 
From afar you watched me grow. Did you worry about my well being? On the surface, looks can be deceiving. No, I was not well. I was actually a child living in hell. Easy for you to say "It's over, it's the past". I was forced to grow up too fast!

Momma, Momma you're still #1. No matter the distance. Regardless of what you've done. As God is my witness. I'm still your son.

I remember spending the night with you and that was such a treat, just to escape the hurt from being beat. Looking back it was a real tragedy. I felt you didn't love me. You were my Mother but you gave me up so easily. Grandmomma became my only family. The only person I could rely on. But now she's gone. Even now as a grown man, I feel so alone. If I could sing, this would be my song--

Momma, Momma you're my queen. For you I would do anything. I just want you to be proud of me. Whatever I've done, please accept my apology. I'm not perfect, never claimed to be. 

But I am strong. Especially dealing with this pain for so long. I just hope we can finally be a family when I come home.

Dedicated to my Momma "Phyllis Ann Lopez"


Note: Thank you Poetry Soup for allowing me to share another piece of my life.   From both 
pieces "For Grandmomma" to this piece "For Momma" you can picture my relationships with 
both women. My mother was far from perfect...But no one is perfect and I love her all the 
same!  Jimmy


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Unsung Hero - My Mom

Unsung Hero – My Mom


My Mom has always been unassuming, never flashy,
But her name deserves to be up in bright neon lights.
My magnificent Mom, Olegaria, is my hero!
In her eyes, no one is a zero,
And she is a blessing to all who crosses her path.
Successfully raising her own five children,
She also helped to raise all the stray children in her neighborhood.
Her guiding motto is “You can’t believe in God and
Not care about others - whether it is people, plants, or animals.”

An extraordinary human being, generous to a fault,
She would give her last slice of bread
To anyone who needed to be fed.
Nothing, including her time, is too good or too precious 
To share with family, friends, and even strangers.
Often she’d sacrifice her own happiness,
If it meant that others would be happy.

While Mamacita is very humble, forgiving, and non-judgmental,
She is nobody’s fool and can be a fierce lioness, 
Quick to defend her values and those she loves.
Caring mothers like her are especially rare today,
And should be declared national treasures.
Because of her powerful influence and the solid values she instilled,
I am a stronger, kinder, more conscientious, and better person.

My Mom helped me to see life in a more positive
And compassionate way – to treat people 
How I would like to be treated.
Even though she is not a regular church-goer,
She prays several times daily and her home is her altar.
I thank God every day for blessing me with this wonderful mother,
And for her continued presence in my life.
Mom, you will always be my hero!



Entered in “Unsung Hero Contest” sponsored by Carol Eastman (7-30-
2014).


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Whispers of Moogsmoorwood

 

As I spoke of being walluntorspearsed*,
He farlossteeled and I stumbled. 
Can’t words return to their nest?

Whispers I’ve heard of his moogsmoorwood* flight,
Though from him I receive little but those looks
that churn my loreeleame until I am soft.
And yet, I am no different than he,
Keeping tales tucked in a vault,
My skirmish with the Wartanwusters*
Who easily pried my closed carriage wide,
And left me empty of sight and thought.

Twice I have not spoken but lied,
He thinks I’m like the fruit of the Kalamyreeno,
Sweet and layered and unseeded inside,
So I bury all those salty secrets deep ~
My battles with the Grimm-gloommers*,
And my resurrection in the Valley of Forgetrampt.

I’m like my mother and her mother before,
The blade in my blackarath belt is tinged,
And my soulcleave shield is singed by war.
The taste of salt and fury urges me forward.

How can he not see me,
When I stand in his highleaven light?
Does he not recognize the truth in himself?
When will he tear open the door
and cross the abyss to my armored side?
He is teeming with answers,
So refuses to meet me halfway!

Yet, I carefully, quietly follow,
Slaying Grimm-gloommers* and others,
The Narkavenomites he hasn’t noticed
watching his drawn curtains at night,
And I will guard him, though the world drops,
For I will never stop walluntorspearsing* about him.

…If he knew of my strength and the power I yield,
He’d turn from me. For what is man without pride? 





*the words thus marked are the sole creation of Chris Aechtner and used (gratefully)with his permission.

About this poem

This a reply to Chris's brillant poem On the Wings of Moogsmoorwood. His poem was so gripping that I wanted to 'answer' it, as other poets of old have done to works they found inspiring. It is difficult to try to recapture a feel a poem has, keep its style, and yet still inject your own voice and nuances. I thank Chris for his encouragement and suggestions in this attempt. I really enjoyed trying his pen on for size!


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I Want Not to Fade Away

My one burning wish -
I want not to fade away
like rotten lace, dumped
onto a trash heap and forgotten.

I want to leave myself behind, 
for those who come after
to inhale during breakfast.

Not money, like my mother,
who judged it to be the only thing
of worth she had to leave behind,
as though her love meant nothing,
as though her virtue didn't count.

A nonpareil pattern of motherhood,
of personhood for that matter,
written in permanent script,
propagated in layers of goodness,
flung onto her progeny
with the glue of infinity. 

As long as I live, so will she.
I want that, 
when it's my turn to go.




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May is Mother's Month

May is Mother’s Month

May is green 
spawning inchworms.
I nest too
cleaning closets,

busily morphing 
contrary to my wont.
Even the slothful move,
to her blossom song. 

In a whistling fragrance
I recall how mother
loved lilacs and wearing
shorts to show a model’s leg.

This was her time, the spring.
Oh yes, and summer, I guess.
Fall and winter, too.

Quick now, the cycle is mine to ponder;
lo, youthfully to long for me
who follows me and calls me mother.

©Kathryn McL. Collins


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Its Raining...

                          Its Raining…

God’s Cleansing Tool
Cloud-Concerto… How Cool !
Plop-Plop Plopping into Pothole Pools
On the Grass, Pavements and On My Own-Sweet- Fools…

who, don’t have Sense enough, to get out of the Rain…
… I think I’ll go Join Them… Again

                               Amen


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Christmas, Minus One

We said our goodbyes in June,
and the months since blur into mist.
At unexpected moments, awareness
of loss hits; tears spill unbidden.

Family gathering, Christmas Eve 
as usual . . . minus one.
We quietly exchanged gifts, 
found flowers from her funeral 
crafted into hand-made jewelry, 
kaleidoscopes, treasured mementoes.

I cooked grapes today, dark muscadines.
I extracted seeds and peelings, 
and measured life-sustaining juice 
through the metal funnel she used 
from the day of her marriage.
It came to me dented and bent, 
like her body had been at 93.

I still taste those fresh-from-the-oven 
chocolate rolls after school, 
garden tomatoes warmed by the sun, 
hot biscuits with apple jelly, 
squeezed from the peelings after 
she baked crisp slices in cinnamon-rich pie.

I'm glad I didn't know then,
about being allergic to Cinnamon.


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Immortalized

In an effort to immortalize you,
I gilded ocean size frames in gold leaf
and painted your portrait with peacock feathers dipped in oils.
I spelled out your name in bumble bee wings
still quite attached to tame bumble bees
hovering in obedience and formation in the sky
I built a piano from felled red wood trees
and carved your likeness on each key
which I then filled up with ebony and abalone polish
I traveled to Old Russia to the Crimean forest
and pulled every wildflower up by it's roots
and replanted them just for you, on the cliffs, overlooking the Black Sea.
I tamed a black leopard and rode on her back
'round the world, with a banner, a list of your accomplishments
flowing in silk for miles behind me, past onlookers reading your life.
I sang gypsy music, as a siren on the wind
while I wept and flooded each street with the depth
of one tenth of the emotion you harnessed and kept at bay in your infinite quiet.
I started with one person, your granddaughter, with your blue eyes
her sitting on my lap, looking at me with a maturity past 3 years of age,
and imprinted every memory of you in the air, for her to grab.

You are not immortalized in portraits, or wings, or notes.
You are not immortalized in flowers, or banners or sirens.

You are immortalized, forever remaining, in the humble prayers of this innocent child.


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A mother's treasures

A solitary piece the diamond
precious rare gem most treasured
by those lucky enough to hold
Once in possession it is rarely out of grasp
Like the gemstone the mother 
requires very specific conditions
in holding fast her (family/) childrens love
Treasured forever in her heart
she will go out of her way
to preen and protect them
holding them dear to her
deep within her maternal safe – the heart
closely guarded by the mind
Her infatuation of all treasures to her 
are totally understandable
especially when you think to the complexity
of structure and process taken in creation
Just as from the ‘unbreakable’ in ancient greek
this alletrope of carbon
with strength of bonding between atoms
is representative of that strong love
between mum and child
The maternal being could be compared
to the superlative physical qualities of the stone
Even the characteristic luster
of this gem so prevaient from its ability
to disperse light and colour
compared to the many strengths, roles and qualities
of the mother
seen by the many she deals with daily
A most high pressured job 
versus the high pressured temperature
within the Earths mantle
that forms the delightful rock it gives birth to
Infants delight and ignite the forbearer
just as the jewel would dazzle the room
a mother’s love encaptures the magical luster
of those she’s birthed and nothing
stands inbetween this richest of cargo’s


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My Micke boys

                To be called ..
            ~   Grandma is a Honor ~

        I have been blessed with 4  Grandchildren

       ~ one lays in Heaven " Kaleb "  He is God's Angel ~
   ~ His twin brother he will always watch over , and be in his soul~

     For he loved his Brother so much in the womb ,
       he chose Heaven which gave life to his twin
      ~ I feel his spirit when I see the other Grandson ~
 
              Time passed another gift to see
               we are " Mickes" and Loved 
            Our Dad held the title in Baseball 
                   ~  that's how we roll ~
           those children are Grandmas hero's 

       The Irish they love big and Family is everything 
        The brothers will protect the beautiful sister 
              ~ as many lads will be calling ~

        Every time my Grandson hits a home run
     There will be a Angel watching proudly in the stand 

       It will be as if the Angel lifted him when he runs 
           ~no one runs faster then my Grandson~
     either baseball or Art  ~ you shall find your gift given

                These children have been blessed~
                 ~  a beauty to hard to describe 
        If you think not ~~  Take a look at the Mom  
                     That girl can stop Traffic   
                    after raising three and still~ 

          "Inspired by the gift and loss of Grandchildren "

     May our precious " Kaleb " softly rest where Angels only Dwell


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A Whistle in the Breeze

Imagine a lovely garden, tea for two, 
and this story . . . 

Here, let me take your hand
and I'll fluff up that pillow for you
How odd that the wind is nowhere today-

Whistle a happy tune for me, love
Don't you always say that whistling
calls the breeze, invites it in?
It's never failed before,
just as seeing you never fails
to put a smile on my face
...I can almost forget the pain
Whistle for me, and I shall sing for you

This is how I've always imagined us,
in a garden, the wind tickling the leaves
as we both immerse ourselves
 in music and laughter,
with the birds joining us in our song...

Just hold my hands, keep them warm
as we bask in the sun's golden rays...
seems like forever since I've felt it

Don't be afraid to close your eyes, love
I'm just here
...let me watch over you for once
You haven't slept for days, 
let me do this 
and sing you a lullaby

Hush, wind, hush
let my voice soothe his heart this time

I can feel your pulse-
it beats so much faster
as mine slows down, slipping...
much like the sun slips from my eyes,
my final sunset.

Forgive me, love,
 for leaving you this way
I know you wanted to be awake when I go
But you've been so tired,
and I don't want to see your eyes' lights die
as my own flicker and fade

It's better this way, believe me

The two of us imagining a garden,
hand in hand

As the wind breezes past,
so shall I...
forever in your breath, my love
dwelling in your heart, fanning those flames

and when you feel that wind has left you,
remember what you always do...
 Whistle and I am there




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My maternal grandparents were my inspiration for this,
 so this holds a special meaning for me. 
This actual scene didn't actually transpire, although certain events inspired 
what happened in this poem.
My grandmother was a soprano, my grandfather did always say that, to 
whistle to call the wind... Even if she was 11 yrs younger, she died 12 years earlier 
than he did. Theirs was a beautiful love story. 


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Tanglaw -- Light

Sometimes, I cannot help but sigh
and wonder--
wonder deep inside of me 
whether I could ever be like you.

I riffle through the pages of my soul
and find a lot of them empty
Unlike yours, which seem to be bursting, blinding,
bursting, and still continuing to burst with brilliance...

So much so, 
that your soul's light
has spread far and wide,
very much like sunlight's fingers
opening the morning sky curtains,
touching and warming
those who need it.

Tanglaw 
Each step that you take,
each breath that you exhale,
each prayer that you whisper,
each beat of your heart
Tanglaw

I receive a smile,
and chat
with that man
who you've helped change...
Because of you,
the silent man now speaks, smiles.

You sit down to rest,
I see you talking to someone,
and I am almost fooled,
since you seem like old friends.
Because of you,
the lonely strangers become kindred.

It mystifies me sometimes,
of how you never seem to get tired.
It seems like I am the one who gets tired for you,
who gets worried for your own strength...
Then I see that glow from all around, 
and I am reminded how you glean from this glow.

I see you as this beautiful ball of energy--
Never static,
bouncing from soul to soul,
illuminating parts of themselves
that even they never knew existed.

It is so amazing seeing this at work,
since the next thing I know,
the place is lit up,
Alive. 
...and it is all because of you.

It makes me feel unworthy at times,
but oh how it also makes me feel so proud,
that I am a part of you,
and you are a part of me.

I have a lot of catching up to do,
since it seems I am lightyears from where you are

But I will try.
I will catch the tail end of your light,
clutch to it with my life, winding it around me,
let it embrace me--tight, so tight.
And I will never let it go. Never.
Until I also begin to glow.
Until I too, become that ball of light.

Hopefully when someone
riffles through the pages of my soul,
they will not find it blank,
but filled with gilt pages of light.

Just like yours.
Bursting and brilliant just like yours.




Tanglaw is pronounced "tang-lao"

Where I live, mothers are said to be the "light of the home"... 


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Love is writing her name in the air with sparklers

Love is writing her name in the air with SPARKLERS!



I need a new heart!
Like the one I had when I was 5,
when I wrote her name in the air.
When the deep red held us up,
and I thought Birds touched Bees Beneath the lilies
Softly, 
because that is how I touched my Grandmother and the cheeks of Horses.


I need one,
that will not grow up.
One that will hunt for carnivals in August.
One that keeps filling. 
One that carries salt and a pairing knife through the garden when it’s hungry.
One that still sleeps on the bellies of yellow dogs.

I need one, 
most importantly, 
that still falls in love.
Love, 
LOVE I SAY!
Love that is simple
and feels like birds must.
When they warble a deep red and
carve the air.
Lifting bees,
Softly.
Like sparklers into the sky. 


If you think you have such a heart I will to pay!!!
I have a savings of over $15,000 and I am willing to have wages garnished.

*an installment plan with interest negotiable.


In the exchange of hearts you will receive mine for as long as is needed or until a 
preferred heart is available.
It is a sort of sad thing this heart. 
Slowly folding over onto itself, collapsing inwards like a shipwreck. 
However, its meter is quite steady and will be an adequate replacement until another, 
more suitable heart is found.


* Serious Inquiries Only!!!!


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The Daughter,s Story

Their tongues are laced with poison.
They stretch and crane their necks,
Trying to get as many licks in as possible.
Their rule is unstable, always shifting.

They licked the wrong person this time.
She had beauty and power in ways they never could.
Their lick did not make her scream out in pain,
It made her roar with frustration and anger!

She sat quietly, playing with the animals.
She was waiting for her mother’s return.
Her mother’s roar shook the very ground beneath her.
The sky turned a foreboding gray as she raced toward her mother.

“I will not stand for their ignorance!
I have stayed in this land for too long.
I will move to where their rule can’t touch me.”
The mother, upon seeing the daughter, smiled softly.

“You do not have to come with me if you don’t want to.
The choice is up to you, my love.”
With that, the mother went to her house to pack.
But, she will not leave until the daughter has made her decision.

“What should I do? The people here have been so nice to me!
I don’t want to leave them, but what about this ruler?
Do I really want to support someone with no sense to rule?
Maybe if I just live a quiet, reserved life here, I’ll be okay!”

Word had gotten around that she was thinking of leaving.
The ruler decided to try to use her against her mother.
“Why leave your MANY friends because of one person?’”
Out of all the works she has done, this is the only one they commented on.

They must think she’s stupid.
She never wanted to get involved,
But they are trying to force her into this.
They have over stepped their boundaries.

The announcement about her and her mother had been taken down.
After, an announcement was made indirectly saying that theirs were irrelevant.
She had enough of this pettiness and had made up her mind.
She is leave side by side with her mother.


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My Son Moon and Star

            My Son Moon and Star ~

        Approaching the celebration of his Birth 
                cherishing the gift I received 
           within weeks of conception I knew
            something amazing was in Creation ~

            the Stars held a party
            sending me with one of their own  
    Gazing at 3 shooting stars twinkling crossing the sky   
       It was magic  It was destiny taking its flight.  

           In love with an October full moon 
               drawing and painting I liked 
             thinking of Vincent Van Gogh ~
                caught in a loss of time 

          Hours going by as choosing my color  
           a wittness to three falling stars 
             A clear night sky sparkle's
           A once Famous Star was sent 
            inspiring the tiny child inside ~ 

           Never a doubt in my mind at all     
       child bearing was worth any pain received
      yours will be in a pursuit of a dream ~
             one to cherish and hold
          My Son was born the following August ~

    working on the set of Grimm 3rd season this year  
         as the set of Leverage for 3 years .

              Has done a Indie movie here  
             In Paris it was seen and honored
             coming soon filmed in Portland ~
                 "The House of Last Things "

        awaiting the credits , you will see
                        
    1st Assistant Director ~ production assistant 
   
                 My Young Lion Mans dream ~
        A proud mom I watch every show and the credits 

        as foretold in a whisper to me 25 years ago
              My Son &  Moon and Star  
               A name you will all know ~

            Happy Birthday to my creative Son
             you will exist in my heart forever~
                        and thereafter               
                             Mom


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LOVE OF NATURE

Under canopy of majestic oaks,
leaves swaying, gentle breeze,
rustling of the dancing leaves,
flying chirps, all species,
joyous laughter, melodic sounds,
like violins, bees abound,
peace surrounds
in backyard paradise.
                                                                              
As I partake of nature’s scene,
eyes affix whites, magnolia high,
reminisce of mother in the sky.
Lessons of nature, she did give,
exploration through wooded path,
wild flowers we did name,
birds’ identity, toadstools find, 
love of nature by her design.



Won HM in Mac McGovern's 
Best Poem Contest
June 10, 2010


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30 Years of Blooms

I guess it’s time to stop asking questions,
and start answering them.
Wipe away long dead evaporations;
mined trails overgrown with new,
more current vines.

Time to remove the silver duct-tape
from the face of killed memory; (the girl
in the cavern who sits, wide eyed and bound
at her skeletal ankles and wrists at the top 
of the wicked peak, looking for a way out –
her green eyes wild and rolling
like thunder and mustangs at the edge 
of the drop ,
looking for a way out of this 
buried-alive, hell)
and replace it with white words whispered
into my own children’s ears.

I cannot judge you.
Just as I cannot judge her.
We are all together in this moment.

And although I’d love to be 
the high and mighty mother who says,
“OH! I would never do that to MY kids –
never!”
I won’t. 
I won’t give him the pleasure.
The one who turned you to glass; beat you
until you were nothing but sunlight
in your own mother’s memory.
She loved me as I love mine (including
the young one who waits for her savior with 
the shining scissors; coming through 
the dark like rebirth and deliverance;
like a cool cloth on a charred brow).

So I will plant my Mother’s Day lilac tree
in her honor –
burying the questions,
honoring the love we shared
and still share.
We will leave our judgments at the door and sit 
beneath its amethyst blooms 
(my birthstone; 
                                  your given gift of insight)
exalting in the sacred heart of motherhood;
laughing until we cry;
feeding its deep roots
with memory.




© Kristin Reynolds 5 9 09

*Dedicated to my Mother this Mother's Day (I hope you are listening...)


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The Pilgrimage

They fought the tide to own this land
A fight I did not understand
They fought the plow, they fought the drought, they fought the debt
But yet,…by God,……they owned the pride

In retrospect, I'm still ashamed
It was, my flippant pilgrimage
I had come a stranger to this place
About to step upon the moon,
A cratered space of rocks and sage
Of rolling hills, with no escape

She saw it differently, of course 
Although her body weary, worn
Her eyes were strong, ...she saw a home

Her age was then, what mine is now
It had been her home, and it had been her vow
To come again, just one more time.  

I was thirteen, and dragged along
I overlooked the great attraction
I could not see the satisfaction
I missed the light upon her face

She saw the youth she left behind
Her gray eyes drinking up the sun, 
I saw the dust, I saw the bones, 
Where she saw beauty,  I saw none .....
 
Nothing more than a sea of weeds, the crumbling brick, 
A place to shuffle my restless feet

But stories came, and they sunk in….
And now I view with wiser eyes…
She told me all these things back then…but now, I smile,… remembering.

     They had to fight to own this piece of land
     They fought the plow, they fought the drought, they fought the debt
     And yet,…oh yes,…….they owned the pride


                                                 ~~



Recited on youtube       http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kAchI2nu9yY

_______________________________________________________________
For Deb's Contest:....2nd Option..(With age comes wisdom, understanding and
                                                  appreciation. I am never too old to keep learning
                                                  and value those who came before and made me
                                                  who I am.)



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Since First I Saw You

Since first I saw you, it was your eyes,
mesmerizing, your gaze transporting
me to a realm, not of fantasy, real,
where young men go when cupid’s
arrow takes root.

Since first I saw you, it was your lips,
captivating, holding me frozen 
in anticipation of our lips brushing
for the first time.

Since first I saw you, it was your voice,
a crescendo, light, invigorating, 
each word you speak intensifies 
my hearing, enveloping each
note, time ceases as I hang motionless
savoring, memorizing.

Since first I saw you, it was your hair,
long, flowing, gently rising above
your shoulders as a slight breeze
passes through sending waves
of your essence my way. 
The sun magnifying each strand, 
highlighting the minute
variances of invigorating color, 
creating a halo effect, a portrait of
your beauty forever imprinted.

Since first I saw you, It was you,
my love forever more for you,
only you.


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A Word

My son,
This journey begins with a step.
always remember these words I told you
they will be your guiding light in darkness

My son,
Do not slumber with your two eyes closed,
When you own a pot of gold
The eyes of traitors are watching.
The storm might be uncontrollable
But always listen to the desire of your heart,
Its sighs are the ultimatum of success.

My son,
Do not yield according to the desire of the body
It will take you to the highest mountain
And thereafter, a big fall.
Do not call your friends traitors
You never know if they are truly for you.
If the World turned against you
Don't be dismayed
hold on to steadfast love

My son,
Do not spit on those guiding hands that ratify you
they are those sent from above to lead you
Do not engage in a battle,
You never know what will become of you.

My son,
Do not listen to the words of fools,
They will sting you like scorpions.
Do not yield to their advice,
You will get drowned in their foolishness,
And stabbed by their expectations.
Do not accept their gift,
You will get entangled in their deceit.
Do not listen to rumors
They are created by your enemies.
If they ask for forgiveness,
Always look at your back.

My son,
I have seen things,
I have heard words,
They were mine, but now your possession.
Listen to these words 
They will make you grow in wisdom.
Listen to the stars,
The sky is more than your limit.
Abide by these words,
They will make you a leading light.

My son,
Cherish these words of wisdom,
And you shall be the canopy of the cloud.
Meditate on these word,
And the moon shall be your stepping stone.


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My Special Gift From God

We were best friends,
and I was so proud.
She was my mother,
and I was her child.

Then fateful words were spoken aloud,
diagnosis with dire consequences.
Changes came day by day,
remembrances lost, with pretend defenses.

Simple tasks became great chores,
challenges were impossibilities.
Alzheimer’s had captured her life,
and I... unprepared for probabilities.    

Always searching for home,
caused her to wander and roam.
Fences, gates and locked doors,
for her protection we had to condone.

I was with her every day.
I wish she had been there, too.
We walked in her garden.
The question came, “Now, who are you?"

God needed her in heaven, but in his 
great wisdom knew I needed a while.
He graciously conceded and gave compromise.
He took her spirit, and gave me a special child.

I gave her baths.
I combed her hair,
I clothed, fed, and put her to bed;
God and I sitting till morning air.

That fateful day sadly arrived,
filled with such pain and sorrow.
Goodbye my friend, my mother... my special child.
I’ll see you again tomorrow!

Sweet memories I’ve treasured since that day,
thank you for time to sort them in place.
I am now more endeared to those times long ago
when I was a child and she washed my face.


April 2, 2010
  


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Traces

One evening, much like any other striated feathers of pinks, and deepest primrose colored the clouds with facets of light tapering inward Traces of gold between each color as deep and clear as the sages A red sun overhead, grown weary with seasons, did not seem to notice that we were mother and child Whispering sounds of emerald breezes did not label me wise, nor her naive' We were two who walked equally side by side She lifted her voice, and spoke with an eloquence I had not heard before, and it was just as the twilight calls to the stars.... so that they will know just what to do Young spruces stood bolt upright, every twig stiff with interest, and with deep respect at her every word as if they were watching transformation in tandem, an exchange so delicately detectable That in one clinging moment, to the other, one of us was letting go of childhood, and one was letting go of the child Both of us looking to the sky for recognition I watched the sycamore shed beneath the load of spent yellow and gold Letting them softly go, without remorse while I did the same
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A Thanksgiving Tongue Bathing

Tender pats of a grateful mum
Saved from deaths door and sure scorching
The heat and ash were so close to overpowering
When a savior reached out and lifted us to safety....

How can I say thankyou, you are my hero?
I have not words but an overflowing heart
I give what I have....a tender touch
As I wipe the dust from your eyes


**Written about a picture of a mother dog that was rescued along with her pups from a burning 
building by a brave fireman. The mother dog licked his face tenderly to say thanks for your help!


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Moon bridge

The moon so bold seems cold
with a halo of midnight glow
I sit mesmerized as the night grows old.

I bleed still, even after all these years
and I wait again through the night
aching in the depths of my soul
that no other seems to know
the Loneliness that has become my companion.

In the darkness we wait and confide in the other
our deepest fears as memories fade
in and out each season of change
            the nostalgia tempers the wars of pain
this tempestuous foe of ours
         wails at the gates of midnight
howling the warble of humanities last grace.

How the comfort of minds and hearts
turn from light to deep dark in the face 
of eternities long time clock...

I ache with wanting, with need and passion
          it is a lie that time heals and wounds scar
each night is fresh like the first
                              when I faced realities shock.

Who can wait with me?
Who can hold this hound at bay?
Who can cherish what little love left in me
             and make the broken whole?


I ache to be loved again as the love that burns
and waits inside of me. 
Who can comfort this emptiness and fill the void
                that so many leavings have left?

Cherish and love to honor and protect
             but who can slay these demons that hold my heart in wrath?
Who will walk the sulfur clouds of hell to save my mind
     and deliver my world to the gates of heaven
      with life, not death bridging the distance of pain?

I sit and wait at the floor of the moon each night
waiting for that bridge to carry me yonder,
      this moon who hangs heavy and ripe with the yearning of my soul
with clouds aglow as if I could sweep them across a canvas
   with the brush held in your hand

I rage at her as I wait, but still I wait and weep
as Loneliness and I keep each others company
wishing the clouds of that great moon could truly create
a way to find the lost, a pathway to home, lit by the legacy our love.


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A String of Pearls

The amber moon, through window glass
like time itself, looks much the same
Some things have changed, some things remain
Moonlight recalls... wind calls her name

Her silken hair, her porcelain neck
the strand of pearls, a diamond clasp
I find them now, within my hand

With envy now, moonlight comes in
Covetously, it fondles rows
of tiny orbs, which, one by one
are miracles, with moons, within

I hold the pearls within my palm
and think of old Glenn Miller songs
and mother dancing long ago
She wore them like another skin
back, long before my life began

 
A grain of sand, then pearl becomes
A part of her, ....    a part of me

So fragile, weak the thread is bare
as if the sun might gaze too long
a tarried glaze, the string would fray
and pearls would fall and roll away

Perhaps such things meant to be
Each miracle, has just a while
Glenn Miller songs have come and gone
I'll put away the pearls for now
so moon can own the night again



____________________________________________
Carrie Richards
To hear Glenn Miller's rendition of "String of Pearls" click on the following youtube site:... 
 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vY4gUhFVNfE


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UNGRATEFUL CHILDREN A parent's lament

UNGRATEFUL CHILDREN   A parent's lament

Children
   	with Wings
    	and Talons
Pounce on the fleetest of hearts
 their
 
Memories	

Soar        
                 over the
                 Blood Transfusions
    		Hospital frights of prematurity
             			 of EMS sirens
                              HIV trembling tests 
   		 Asthma Tents
   	
                Breathless Worry atop cloud kissed Trees
   		
                Sleepless Nights of bully battles
  		
                Struggles with Education’s foes
   		
                 Mad Escapes from Fathers of Violence
   		
                 The teary wave good bye for fledgling endeavors
			Day night day night day night…unending
   	and

Land  on

      Slight Imperfections and Imagined Slights
            or the

Shortage of Cash
        for  
                    Trips
                    Technoshit
                    New Shoes 
                    New Cars
	or other
Dreams
                         You 
                      Couldn’t
                         Buy.
 


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Pure Of Heart

Wise Grandfather Shaman, 
I am pure of Heart,
I bathe beneath the Moon, 
and dry beneath the Sun,
I listen to the Wind,
I run with the Deer,
I hunt with the Wolves,
I fish with the Eagles and Hawks,
I ride with the Wild Paints,
And roam with the Buffalo,
I grow with Grandmother Tree,
Ever learning from her Wisdom, 
I am skilled in Warrior Ways,
A strong Hunter, 
A compassionate Listener,
A patient Tracker,
I have gathered with the other women,
Contributing to our tribes growth and strength,
I leave no tracks of moccasins in the soft clay,
My heart is pure,
And I wish to continue my journy,
Wise Grandfather Shaman,
Allow me to enter your lodge,
I will smoke from the sacred pipe,
My heart is pure.


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Grandpa's Wink

One night I was trying to put a wide-awake and unruly child to bed.
She slipped, and slid, and giggled as she ran everywhere else instead.
But then I finally caught her as she climbed upon her Daddy’s lap.
He ask her why she wouldn’t go to sleep and monsters is what he got.
So Daddy told her a bedtime story that calmed her down at last.
His chair sat by the windows, where he could see the sky.
She’d noticed that he sat there nightly starring at those stars.
He told her to look for one that winked for it was Grandma saying good night.
Another one would be Grandpa who would take her cares to heart.
And one would be her Guardian Angel to keep her safe at night.
But the best of all would be God who would be there to plot her daily course.
Then look at all the twinkling ones…. They are the Angels as they rejoice.
And the Aurora Borealis is the music to those stars.
Now listen very carefully, and watch with all your heart…
And you will see you’re not alone in your bedroom late at night.
For how can you be alone with so much going on just for you?
Then Daddy gently picked her up and took her off to bed.
Now she wouldn’t go to sleep unless the curtains were open this night instead.

Then years later I was listening as she put her own precious wee one to bed…
And you will never guess… She said exactly what her father had said…
I went back to that old chair and thanked her Daddy for his wisdom thru the years…
And as I looked upon the stars… he winked good night to me, I’m sure…


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Woman, The I Am

I am the woman. I am the only woman. I am the one woman. My name is Women. I nurse nations at my breast. Ripened bosoms set loins afire. Life spews forth from my parted thighs. Astride they clamp and drain desire. Lips, that part as seas once did, Guiding the yearning with silent voice. Plump and moist, they quench the arid Voices singing their grateful rejoice. My blood flows red, and rich, and warm. Tears stream rivulets borne of joy and sorrow. A rib once lost, hath given no reason to mourn I am perfected, I will lead all tomorrow. Woman, is my name. Woman, I am the one. Woman, I am the only one. Woman, the I am.


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Thank you mother

I must confess!!
my mother was not there
when i needed milk from somebody's breast

Probably she was feeling stress -
daddy used to beat her down
living marks from the face to the chest

Eventually mom left,
living behind two sons;
i must believe she thought it was best

To do not worry about the rest -
she kept on going forward
and buildup a new nest

I'm not writing this for you to criticize
but rather
for you to analyze   

That i had realize!!
You couldn't ever gone back
to get hurt and be utilize

So you came to the deep south
with only one purpose;
not ever going back to the devil's mouth
 
If i was you i would have done the same,
but again, what about my sons
you know what, don't take the blame

Mother is alright!!
I am very thankful
for i am very bright

Thank you again for giving birth 
two beautiful sons;
worth introducing to the planet Earth


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Mourning Since Dawn

Why must the mourning come
with every dawn?

The sky is crying again today.
I heard her sobbing
as I laid in bed.
She would calm down
for a little while,
then it would start up again.
Did I do something
to upset Mother Nature?

I watched in solemn silence
all afternoon
as her tears
streak down my window pane.
I wonder what I can possibly do
to comfort her.
There are no tissues large enough
to wipe away
a streaming flood of sorrow.
Maybe this is just Mother Nature's way
of grieving,
and soon it will pass.

The newborn flowers
open their blossoms
to receive and embrace
her gift.
Mother Nature is so beautiful
even when she cries.



May 13th, 2014


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Mother

You were gone before my mind 
could grasp the brush which paints
faces on memory's canvas.
Vaguely, flashes of an open grave
on a sunny winter's day - 
bare feet on my fourth birthday - 
and pitiful looks from unfamiliar faces.

But I remember lonely childhood days
when I would visit your grave
bringing flowers picked from sandy fields -
And other times I would just come and cry
when it seemed I was the only child 
in the whole wide world without a mother.

Poverty sent you to an early grave
and was my childhood's constant shadow.
Of all your children I was the lonesome one,
always seeking solace in solitude,
always wandering in lonely paths,
an exile from embracing arms
and motherly healing kisses.

Through the years I tried to reconstruct you
through siblings' tales of your mothering,
Although heredity ensures that part of you
will live in me and will continue in my off-spring
I felt I needed more than scientific fact
to find meaning in my sense of being.

Death has stripped me of you
but death has no power over love.
I am a fruit of your love, and as long
 as I am able to approach someone in love,
I am connected to you. You are long gone.
I am still your son.


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The Price of Love

One day I birthed you into this land
We watched you grow as we held your hand
You sucked your fingers during those years
Then you brought your parents many tears

I cried because I didn’t understand
All these hardships were not in my plan
The choices you made were not just for you
They affected the family too

I vented with friends for oh so long
One day I began writing poems
Poems I wrote came straight from the heart
I wrote about you from the very start

Night after night you would stay away
Deep down in all I could do was pray
I would walk the floors night after night
I learned my son was no where in sight

What did I do to cause all this pain
Why was my heart feeling all this strain
Mom didn’t tell me of these sort of days
I guess this’s the price that love pays


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EULOGY FOR THE ELDON GALLERY, WATERLOO


Once a place that sold cultivated pigment, the shop has become a catacomb,
Windows entombed by cardboard boxes, deprived of the merest hint of life and
I wonder if the gallery owner had intended a display of irony or focused rage. 

Gone, the watercolour weeping chartreuse, its soft backdrop of midnight blue,
And the oil on wood with knife strokes applied so thickly, it almost moved, 
Charcoal sketches of thunderstorms hitting the shores of Port Elgin, greys loud. 

Dark now the halls that had sheltered dreamscapes, art of all disciplines and sizes,
Squeezing themselves into corners and elbowing each other for my attention.
I ache for that one perfect dove that called to me from an azure sky, the one who 

knew my name, but I did not have the funds to take him home to my little cage.
He deserved a rectory or a view that would at least provide a kind of sanctuary.
Oh, how his wings had beat against pulse points and one of his feathers tickled

out a memory of a robin that had flown towards a cloudless sky, but instead had 
collided with a picture window; the contact point marred by a red, sickle shaped 
smear, and my grandmother had carefully wrapped the corpse in yesterday’s news.

I had trudged out to the garbage can, unseen, found the poor thing in its shroud, 
Snuck out to the garden and buried it amongst tall phlox and florid snap dragons,
I’d succumbed to tears, wrenched by a world where beauty is fragile and disposable.

Today people walk along the street, wearing blinders, holding devices that fail to
signal that something living and real slowly starved to death, atrophied, and I watch
a happy child point to a puddle, but her mother fails to see the large coin it holds.

I recall a portrait that had enraptured like a sun shower, reminiscent of light and rain, 
A girl traipsing waves, almost overtaken, her footsteps disappearing under foam…
And I silently apologize to those artists unmet, the ones who continue to meet panes. 







*Please click on the About my Poem link to see a picture of what inspired this poem... It has been closed for a while, but today, I walked past it and remembered the lovely art that I had once appreciated, yet was never able to afford. 


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Mausoleum

‘Earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust’

(No one is going to bust up MY insides,
sew my eyes and mouth shut,
drain my blood and pump me full of fluid
then seal me up in a concrete drawer)

Mama I was so young, so very young
So very young and so very curious
You were sitting in your favorite chair
I was sitting on the arm of your chair
”Mama what did they do to you in the hospital?”
You parted your gown and I saw a flaming scar
Something was missing…

The lady with the bun on her head
came into the classroom with an apple
I was called out into the hall
The lady with the bun on her head
presented me with the apple
I said “Thank you for the apple”
She said, “You’re welcome son”
(Teacher had a grave look on her face,
shaking her head slightly and muttering)
The lady with the bun on her head said
“I need you to come with me son”
and escorted me outside
where our car was waiting;
grandma and grandpa in the front,
daddy in the back with my two brothers.
Daddy said with a wavering voice,
“Boys, your mother has gone to be with the Lord”
We rode home in silence…

They even had a dresser with a mirror
with plush carpet, end tables and lamps
in the room we were escorted to 
They had you laid out in a bed
with the covers folded neatly down
but it was not really you…
Someone had made a copy of you
A life sized, porcelain doll image of you
Grandpa went over and reached down 
“Look, she has her favorite earrings on
Doesn’t she look beautiful?”
(Mama, I didn't think you looked beautiful at all)

I remember asking daddy, "Daddy, how come,
how come they gonna put mama in that drawer?”

Mama I was so young, so very young
I was at the ideal age of six mama
Old enough to comprehend
but too young to understand
Old enough to hurt like hell
but too young to know why

I guess I miss you even now mama
Mama, I guess what I miss the most
is just growing up without you
and that you never said goodbye…

Oh mama... 
don’t let them bust up my insides,
sew my eyes and mouth shut,
drain my blood and pump me full of fluid,
then seal me up in a concrete drawer
like they did you…

'Earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust'
(Cremation if you please)




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Happy Birthday, Mom

Happy birthday, Mom
I wonder how many years have passed by
Since I gave you my first tenuous smile 
Since you steadied my first faltering step
Since the first time I called you "Mommy"
You are the place I came from
You are my first home
You are an angel in human form
Who lives inside my laughter
And crystallized in my every tear drop

I want to thank you 
For your heart, faith and hope
For teaching me right from wrong
For your tender care and warm hugs
For all your steadfast love
For filling my days with rainbow lights
For all the times we have shared
For always being there in my time of need
For helping me deal with life's stresses
For helping me accept my defeats
For everything you have done
For you made me a woman I am

One birthday after another
They seem faster each year
I just want you to know that
The years you devoted to me, 
You can trust, were worthwhile.

Happy Birthday, Mom.
You are the best Mom a daughter could have.




~For my Mom's B'day @July 12


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Mother You Are

                     "I only wish that these words could accurately paint your picture"

                                    Mother you are the description of beauty
                                             You’re the definition of love.
                           You are a precious gift sent from the heavens above.
                              You are mountain peaks of picture-perfect peace
                                 You are grand valleys of valiance and virtue.
               With a presence so breathtaking, that lilies bow in awe before you.
                                    Mother you are graceful rivers of belief
                                             and refined streams of hope
                      You are fabulous fountains of fidelity that so freely overflow
                                   You are the sun’s radiance of courage.
                       Your inner light gleams brighter than all the stars in the sky
                     A sublime sparkle of strength and devotion is found in my eyes.
                          You are my strong tower; you’re my sanctuary of faith
         Mother you are a temple of wisdom, and in your heart I’ve found my refuge,
                                                     My serene safe place

Chiquita Chiamaka Baity 


Contest : 'Mother' 
Sponsor: Constance La France ~ A Rambling Poet ~  


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SHE'S A MOM,SHE'S THE ONE

She's the one who carried you in thy womb.
Every day she counts until you grew.
A happiest moment she ever had,
Is when she first touched your little hands.

She's the one in charged to everything.
Twenty-four-seven,her duty never ends.
Do the house chores,nanny and cook.
Doesn't receive  salary for her hardwork.

She's the one who kept tears in the night.
Just to assure a family will keep in sight.
She endures all heaviness this life has bring.
To keep her children away from fears.

She's the one  gives unconditional love.
Forgive our sin, no matter how it hurts her heart.
She has a bag full of smiles.
A hug and kiss is all that she wants.

As she gets old, please love her back.
Repay her hardworks and multi tasks.
Take care the way she did for us.
We'll be a mom too,and do what she does.




~~ Dedicated to all Souper MOMs~~

**HAPPY Souper MOMS DAY!!!! **


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I do

A wedding is about the bride and groom
So why does everyone jump to assume
That they're opinions means the bible
It's mothers and daughters that create this vicious cycle

Moms want to throw their daughter the best day ever
They're reluctant to think their dreams aren't the brides endeavor
Its one day in life
With all strings attached
My energy sure feels the bite

No matter how hard you try,
People flake or become insane
You begin to wonder, why?

Then Eloping doesn't sound so mad
All that matters is the bride walks down the isle with the dad
The groom takes her hand
A strong love is witnessed and spread across the land. 

Daughters keep your head and will strong
It's about you and the groom, 
That's where the power belongs
Don't let other steal your focus
The moment you say “no”
Treasured friendships may become bogus 

Everyone else, keep your mouth shut
Wish there was a nicer way to say this,
I'll just be blunt
Doesn't matter what you think or do
For once in your life,
This day isn't about you!







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In Ordinary Cups

The days pass from tea cup to tea cup
in the peaceful silence of a solitary nest.
From gentle easy sunrise through sheer white
to the subtle fall of accordion night.

The echoes of childish laughter tremble
across the cracked surface of plaster walls.
Random squeaks in oaken floors return 
the footfall of father, coming and going.

Long lost cat's paw prints impress carpet
dragons from Shanghai with ghostly ease,
and every loved and loving one returns
in peace, to rest beneath the tapping fingertips
upon a porcelain cup of tea from China.



















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The Mother's Day Ant

On a hill, by a pond, by a tree, in the woods,
underneath a shining sun, tucked away and overlooked.
There stood a line of ants that had come from far and wide,
and with them each, a flower, for the Queen perched at their side.
what a marvel to the eye, to see the colors in a row,
from all creatures, save for one, who held fast close a pebble.
The other ants were curious, and some questioned the motive,
still, he had no taste for Daffodils, Tulips, or Roses.
This pebble he clutched closely was by far the least impressive,
no unique shape did it take, and not two colors caressed it.
It smelled of nothing special and lay heavy in his hands,
and the steps he took were short within the long parade of ants.
But no regrets had he, and no doubt would strike his heart,
for he would proudly shield his prize from rain, and light and dark.
And thus, the day arrived when it had come, at last, his turn,
so there, before the Queen, he laid his offering to her.
The Queen looked down upon the gift, then quietly to him,
she asked what had he brought to her and he returned with this;
"My Queen, it is a symbol, and no ordinary rock,
it is the ground, of which, I worship, upon which you walk.
It represents the love I have for you in its stern face,
though one color it contains, that color will never fade.
It will not dry and crumple up or ever blow away,
it shall stay for generations, and endure and not decay.
-and I know I'm one of many, but I’m grateful just the same,

my dear Mom, my Queen, my highness; 

have a Happy Mother’s Day!"


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Dear mum

Dear mum

I’m sorry faith didn’t give us
Much time together
For I long
Every time I sit at a table
For your delicacious
Meals

For every time I see 
A mother and child
I can’t help but wish
It were us

Every time I receive a hug
I wish it was from you

Every time I pick up
A picture of you
I wish you would talk to me

Every time I pick up
Your clothing
I wish I could see you in them

When I close my eyes
I see your face
Smiling at me

When I look in the mirror
I see you staring back at me

When I listen
To the song of the wind
I hear a string of your voice
Lingering

Of course
 I love these things all
And treasure them
But I’ll also like to
Have the others

I’m selfish
And will love to have 
Them all
Everything you is 
Always welcome
I’ll never run out of space
For you.


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Just speechless

Mom, Dad, How can i describe you? A friend of mine describes his parents as Clueless and lost Another said they are just mean and brat One who never wanted to hurt hers told me hers are Distant and lonely I met one who spoke in my ears That his mom is silly And his dad a drunkard Others call them evil, sinister, diabolical, and grumpy Though most choose to say it softly kind, giving, hardworking but unapproachable But how can I describe you, Mom and dad? Saying you are loving and caring Its an understatement How can i describe you? You teach me right from wrong, You encourage and support me , You laugh with me and wipe my tears away, when i cry Yes you are honest, You are wise, You are respectful, You are intelligent, You are a blessing, So warm, tolerant but patient, But that doesn't satisfy it all You're the reason why I'm so strong, Because you inspire You are the reason why am smart Because you nurture You are the reason why i believe Because you faith-filled When I need you, you're always there I hate defeat because you taught me victory Though today I have a confession to make When it comes to describe who you are to me I am just speechless
Dedicated to my dad and mom James and Cinda Carter Like with every relationship, they have had their highs and lows But no one can rule out that its the best couple i know so far They love God, they love each other and them love me Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A Contest: A poem you have not entered in a contest Poet: Rodgers Roger Carter Date:7/18/2014 Time: 12:00:00 AM


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GRANNY

On hearing your death
What creep in my head was
Akon's Pot of Gold
Its melody within heart
You have served your purpose
So Rest in Peace
Born to Love
But it enslaved and betrayed
And onwards you pressed
Your foils nurtured your old age
As strong as you were
Your battle on the thin line
You won hands down
I admire You
Last week I saw and greeted 
You were fit
What an awesome recovery
Indeed your Maker wiped your tears
But now it is finished
Well done
As a kid I run onto your bosom on visits
Then rained on me praises
But I lost contact
Next I saw you on life’s field of war
Then despised, not long
I grew wise to know
For with time all will grow
Was in turn and showered care
Hope you recognized
Thanks for your Blessings
My half seed of lineage
May God lay you to a Peaceful rest
Where Love will search to find you
Your foils cry
Swollen red are our fragile eyes
Thousand thorns within our hearts
Pain abounds here
May your Spirit comfort us
Smile down once again
Smile down once again
Memories well built would be well kept
Strong willed, Religious, Grateful 
Lord we are thankful
Yours forever
A Single Parent's sweat lay to Rest in Peace.

©Kofi Asokwa-Nkansah


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NELL


They called her Nell
Her parents    the brash    rugged 
transplanted Irishman
and the shy    gentle Cherokee lady
They called her Nell
for it was a good solid name
a proper name    an English name

They called her Nell
The people in her southern Illinois hometown
Not Injun    or half-breed
but respectfully Nell    Miss Nell
Said she was a right fine figure of a woman
with her ebony hair and dark bottomless eyes
Cheekbones towering over ruby red lips 

He called her Nell
The rough    unpretentious laborer
who won her heart and her hand
Called her the love of his life
Teased her for her quick temper
and her no-nonsense Southern Baptist way of living

They called her Nell
Neighbors with hands holding empty cups
waiting for a little sugar or butter
Waiting for a little kitchen conversation
Calm soothing words without barb or bite
which passed the lips of a woman unlike another

They called her Nell
The doctors in town respected her
for she was nursing when they 
were still in knee britches
and she never    ever let them forget it

They called her Nell
Coal miners    Hospital patients
with burned lungs and broken bones
waited to see her face each morning
beneath her starched white cap
Heard her no-nonsense stride moving 
through the wards 
Took comfort in her presence

They called her Nell
This diminutive lady who chased a little girl
through the house with a fly swatter
when she found me swinging on her four poster bed
But couldn’t bear to hit me when she caught me 
so she hugged me instead

They called her Nell
when she stood in her yard on a clear 
summer night and patiently taught me 
how to catch fireflies and put them in a jar 
with holes in the lid while hungry mosquitoes buzzed

They called her Nell
when she poured me ice cold root beer
from a glass jug and served my favorite
homemade vanilla ice cream    while she 
told the most wonderful stories of my ancestors

They called her Nell
when she dropped everything to fold me 
in her arms and rock my pain away
As her soft lips kissed my tears 
her voice whispered in my ear    assured me 
that I would survive     Told me to always remember 
what we cannot go through    we just go over or around   

They called her Nell
because that was her name
and she wasn’t to them what she was to me
She was Nanny 

She was my grandmother who loved with all her heart



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I Have To Forgive You

-to my mom... inspired by Nathan Fehr-

I have to forgive you
For what you have done
For what you didn’t do
For leaving me in gloom
Leaving us all wondering
If you would ever return
I have to forgive you
Because you can smile away everything
Because we need you
And love you
Sometimes I know 
That you would have stayed
If it weren’t for God’s intervention
You would have stayed with him
If you hadn’t been thrown out
And abandoned
We were your last resort
I understand
I do
But that doesn’t mean I am not hurt
I forgive you
For the worst and for the best
We are blessed
To have you back
Though we will never truly understand
What made you leave us all behind
I guess you really loved him
The loveless … I understand
You wanted to make someone happy
You wanted to fill that empty void
But by doing so
Others had to suffer
But you didn’t want us to suffer
You were just tired of it
Tired of doing everything
We were your last resort
We were abandoned
And you returned
With open arms
And tears of bitter sweetness
I have come to forgive you
Because if I don’t
There you will go again
Freed skyline pigeon
And I love you
So much
Please don't leave us
Let your wings rest 


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Die alone and born again

The man with the plastic bug in his head
monopolized my dreams last night
in the place that the horsefly of my dignity
finally surrender to the impresario without a fight.

Seven days and 7 hours transplanted in my memorabilia
reminding the rustiness of the purple child
flatterers danced beneath the clouds of melancholy
and morality spreader the master plan inside my mind.

The disinheritance of my immortality the final day
discouraged my desire to see the forbidden love
restored my will to escape
manipulated the deep of the uncertainty above.

Released from the plastic bug in my head
try to cover my yellow child in the purple sky
laughing,singing,whispering,playing
seven days and seven hours before he dies.


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A Rising Son on Christmas

Eternally waiting for the second coming 
a mother's heart flutters weakly, slow snow fills the dreary sky
the cars snake hypnotically forward twinkling red and gold lights
the sky is full of travelers hoping for a soft landing    mother's heart flutters
slush streaked and faux-fur wet, bedraggled entry to the terminal obtained
terminal, once inside the reality of the name  brings clarity to the wait
the stale high rise air twitters with sparrows, I perch as do they and wait
plastic benches hold little Christmas cheer, the blackboard rolls 
flight 231 from San Francisco    mother's heart flutters  DELAYED
Starbucks may be the only star in this evenings sky
french fries grease the tile floor as a small child feeds the birdies
Deck the Halls blares fresh from the can, a longing for cotton balls rises
Soon soon I will see him again, the only egg we'd put in life's basket.
The Black board cycles and flight 231 shows NOW LANDING
a mother's heart flutters    scarf and glove in hand  the gate exit sought
Like action figures each weary homebound traveler springs
into the waiting arms of Mother or Father or the total gaggle
of loved ones squealing and waving their arms
mother's heart flutters   home, home again,     my son.


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Childhood trifles

those days the sun flew like corn flour 
freshly ground at the millrace 
even in winter it was yellow  
when I pressed it down with my thumb 
like an unfastened button on my chest 

I hardly cut my way with a stick 
through the tall weed field 
until my knee high socks 
were filled with thistle tassels 
jumping over the fence like a thief 
into our apple orchard
so no one knew where I was 

when the Big Dipper rose over the barn 
I slipped on the manger’s opening
inside freshly cut grass 
stealing my grandma’s small chair for milking  
singing for the young foal with caramel skin 

those days all hearts were red and warm 
in the shape of a gingerbread heart 
each star was a story 
whispered by fairies in the daffodils’ glade


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true story

they said when they found her
she was frozen

my god-mother who was a police officer
told me 
they had to peel the ice laden sheets from
my mothers face

i knocked on the the door
the night before

when it swung open behind the iron guard gate

i stared at champagne
such an odd name
for a pit bull

having hated me for years
he lunged at the gate

why didn't i just leave?
why?

i ran to the back of the house and
broke the window
why was i panicking?

broke the window to draw him to the back

ran back to the front door
and tried...
mamma i tried....

to open the gate

champagne
such an odd name
hit the gate howling and growling

i wish i would have paid attention
to how he looked at me

i left defeated
and asked the neighbor if he had seen
my mom

"not today"

i found out the next day
that my mom was frozen stiff on that bed
all alone
while i knocked
outside


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Childhood Treasures

Entering the cave of a wide open mouth
Pulling on the slippery uvula 
Reaching for the nasal cavity
Taking a breath before leaping for the eye socket
Where I view the world that plows the field of future

Then taking dirt road veins to a house on 123 east Sycamore
          Where Under the bed in my room is a cranial box of treasure
                Opening the box exposes the parietal cortex

A single mother loving four children
A family of five on welfare
A mother in and out of the hospital
A ten year old boy visits mom on Sunday
       A confused orphan on Monday
A mother enters holy sleep at thirty-five years of age


I love you mom 
My son KJ often asks of you 
As I close this box and return to the dirt road of veins, now paved 
My moist cave will echo, only the love of a mother





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I miss my mother on special occasions in my life, and often wonder what things would be 
like if she still lived? However I have been blessed to have known her and I live a 
prosperous life for which I'm thankful for.....


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Long-stemmed Promises

Long-stemmed Promises 

sweet babies
need sleep, sustenance and love.
Sounds easy enough. 
 
Ask the sleepless mother
who feels the diaper rash more
than the infant.

Ask the mother whose child
is the bully or the bullied or
the social outcast.  

Ask the mother of the child
Hooked on drink and drugs,
the troubled ones.

Ask the mother of the adult
child growing her own 
long-stemmed promises.

Kathryn McLoughlin Collins
November 5, 2005


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My Soldier

My mama, my soldier
my comfort, my shoulder
to cry on, my boulder
I rely on I've told her
 
Nothing can replace the person that created you
someone there to help you no matter what you're going through
 
Someone who formed the person you became
someone who has sheltered you through waves and waves of rain
 
I can't say it enough, I love you with my whole heart
you're there to put me back together every time I fall apart
 
My mama, my soldier
my comfort, my shoulder
to cry on, my boulder
I rely on I've told her
 
Mama I hope I forever make you proud
but you know I'll always test your patience as much as I'm allowed
 
I know that you've forgiven all the stupid **** I've done
and you've dealt with so much stress to ensure my childhood was fun
 
I'm forever grateful for everything you've sacrificed for me
I hope I am that apple that didn't all far from the tree
 
My mama, ya dove you
put no one above you
life might push and shove you
but I'll always love you
 
My mama, my soldier
my comfort, my shoulder
to cry on, my boulder
I rely on I've told her


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It hurt me

Sitting here knowing that you are laying in that bed
Helpless on meds that you dont want to be on
Not knowing were you are
It hurt me to see you that way Mother
Praying to the Lord that you are going to be ok
Praying that he dont take you so soon away
I hate this so much
Seeing you in and out and its nothing I can do
I just wish apon a star
That all your sickness go away
and you dont have to deal with this no more
It sucks spending your Bday in that bed 
I pray that that you get better soon
so you can come home
I pray that all this go away and you never have to deal with this any more
No matter what we go though
I only have one mother
and I dont know how I would live my life without you
Please come home and get better 
So i can stop this crying
Please all your pain and sickness go away
So I dont have to worry about getting that call oneday
and I am not there by your side
You are my mother and I love you
If you have a mother and you all are not on the best term
Its best to do that soon
Because you never know when they time is up
I love you mother
My one and only Queen
Please get better and come home soon


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Mother Of Light

You started as a droplet inside a shell, 
Warm, languid, liquid.
Now that safe harbour, 
Has turned you into a sea.
To create you, every wonderful thing I've thought, 
Every ray of light I've ever seen, 
Was harnessed in that single drop.
To nourish...to divide, 
Cell by cell
Pouring forward from me, 
Toward my ultimate worth.
I didn't know it, 
But until that point, 
My world had been flat.
You helped me peek over the edge, 
We looked into an unfolding universe, 
Then you jumped with me! 
A galaxy of light and giggles
Radiated through me, 
To get to you.
Spirit and Soul, 
Light and Hope.
You are so much more
Than an extension
Of my heart or limb.
I am, because of you.
You are, because of me.
Forever bundled in love, 
I get to be your Mother.


© 2012 
Ruby Honeytip


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Must It Be So?

We were sleeping
When the dirty water
Came rushing down,
Drowning our arrogance
And releasing our fears
Into the atmosphere.

We were stunned.
Ravaged by consequence
Melting around our feet.
Disorienting panic
Was devoted to the air,
Igniting exhausting anarchy.

Pandemonium ruled
This day
While we were rendered speechless,
Ruined by our own
Inability to escape
Such confounding spoils.

The dirty water rose,
Bringing indignant death
And uniting a new breed,
The best and worst
Humanity has to offer
To this brave, old world.

Voices lifted into the molten sky,
Crying for help
Beyond comprehension,
Catapulting an echo
Even as it occurred 
Around the globe.

Why must it be so
That man’s integrity
Is tested by disaster?
Why must it take
Such extreme devastation
To wake us?


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Undeniable

I hear the siren of death whistling through your hollow heart.

I see the lies fall so fluidly out of your mouth.

Almost as if it’s natural; a black gravity of some sort. 

I smell the genuine scent of decay, so unpleasant, so definite.

You can’t deny.

I touch a dry residue; ashes of your guilt ignited memory.

I taste the sweet flavor of revenge, as you perish away into nothing but eternity.

I feel sympathy for your poor soul, like a child going off to school with nothing more
than their name.

Why is it that as much as I try to hate all I feel is love?

It’s like my emotions are trapped in absolute values.

I’m dying to hate you, yet would so easily die for you.

My contradictions take over; pulling as if I can be separated.

I cringe at your voice.

I smile at your calamity, even though your suffering isn’t my credit to claim.     


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N/A

I was on the run from the sun. Unaware of the fact that WE ARE ALL ONE./ I'd forgotten 
where we all come from. And this pathetic writing fuels no purpose; an empty mode of 
expression...In and out are the same./ I learned that the day I came into this world. Out of 
one mother and into another. My mother earth. I thank god for my ability to give birth. To 
create a life worth living, I must get better at the art of giving.  And lose my war against 
thinking. For only in true surrender does freedom live,/ and in that place lies my ability to 
give/ WHOLEHEARTEDLY./ I must continue down the path that my first sacred breath started 
me./ The moment my heart started to beat, I became aware of this thing called "me"./ And 
when my brain formed,/ thoughts clouded the lense through which I see. And still here I be,/ 
a walking manifestation of the fact that god means FREE.


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My Baby

A gift like no other gift, 
one that can't be bought
a precious human being, 
deserving the right to live
to exist as we all do, 
but sometimes it just doesn't
happen that way,

A baby of no harm, 
a baby of no sins
a baby of pure love, 
and only innocence

Tender moments, 
carrying wishes
disappointments, 
everyday misses

Sitting there all alone, 
even though 
I was surrounded,
by others

While wondering, 
why it may be
that I am made to suffer,

Wanting nothing more,
but to die
inside and out,

Things happen for a reason,
so I was taught
I'll never know the reason,
but I'll always feel the loss

The loss of my child,
my baby was taken
away from me,
and there is no reason

I constantly ask myself,
why did this happen?
what did I do wrong?

I asked God to save my baby,
to protect us both
I remain here,
but my baby is gone

It seems as if, my whole world,
just fell apart
and all I could do,
was sit back and watch it happen

I found myself, 
feeling lonely
needing someone, 
anyone to hold me

All I could do was cry,
I had to cry, for the sake of myself
for the sake of my baby,
for the sake of my heart
I had to weep

I cried and cried aloud,
hoping to be heard
please father, 
I'll do whatever you want
you have my word,
just please save my baby

I bled so much, 
had so much pain
denied to myself, 
everything would be okay

Crying and pleading,
praying and weeping
became an everyday routine,
it was so hard to believe
this was happening to me,

It's not over yet,
it never will be
everyday and every night,
it's in my memory...










(March 1998)
My sweet baby
you will always be with me...


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Mother's Highlights

The highlights in your hair, so familiar
Rays of sunshine, rays of love
I can't remember a time without them
I don't want to remember a time without you.
The smile on your face is genuine,
and Mother, I'll miss it so
The smile of my own, quite similar;
But I want you to know that I love you
Just as much as I know you love me,
So in the next year
In the next two
Please don't forget, ever,
That I really love you.
When I look into the brown of your eyes,
And the soft growing wrinkles in your cheeks,
(yet still that beautiful, youthful glow,
leading people to believe you are my sister)
Brings tears to the blue of my own.
Mother, time is racing faster
Though I'll miss you, I have to do this.
I know in whom I have trusted
I know in whom I'll trust forever.
He looks over us, you taught me that,
He will look over us, forever.
I will miss your tan and freckled arms
Reaching out to me before I walk upstairs,
But for these next years, I have to do this. 
For these next years, I will be thinking of you.
In the next year
In the next two
Please don't forget, ever,
That I will always love you.


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Lacrimae Rerum

It is a house
That was once a home.
Now with its eyes boarded up,
It has lost its heartbeat.

No longer does he hear
Her faltering fumbling with the key
When he has to visit.
Guilty memories are buried deep
Within him,just like his mother.

His sister tearfully packed the boxes,
Precious few treasures
Consigned to cheap oblivion.

Soon will arrive the house clearance people,
The necessary hyenas of a crowded modern life,
To leave no trace of her story
Save the little blot
Burned brown 
On the third step of the stairs.


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Mom's attempt at the Garden of Eden

1.
Mom 
kept the  perch 
we caught in a bucket.

And when we took them home
She would clean and place them
In our twenty gallon tank
Where they bobbed in stunned silence
Eyes watching for any white movement.

Nobody cared
when they committed fishicide 
on their domesticated tank-mates.

Even the little beta fish
Who had survived our six day pilgrimage from Florida, to find Mecca
was a cool whip container.

2.
Whenever we had guests for dinner,

Mom swooned they
were the smartest fish she had ever seen.

She bestowed upon them names - Jed and Lucy
tapping at the glass 
with one extended finger,
feeding them fish flakes,
like  porpoises fed from the teeth of a trainer in Ocean World

“You can’t keep perch in a fish tank”
the guests would say,
but
they lived for two years
bobbing and staring
in the vacant tank space.

 3.
One crisp winter morning
Jed finished his breakfast of gold fish flakes,  took one
last gulp of slimy tank
water 
then hurled
himself off of glass
walls.
It went 
over and over, 
so hard
I almost thought
the glass would crack.

4.
Lucy 
sat quietly and watched 
him.

She too died a few days later
like aged soulmates
who often cease
to be after their amor
dies.

When someone left the lid open, 
she plunged
her blue green skin shimmered
as she laid 
making fish O’s in the dry air..

I often wonder
if the air that morning
smelled
like an ice floe
to a better place
somewhere Jed waited
with our beta and our angel fish
a place of worms, kelp 
and dragonflies.

4.
Mom 
emptied the tank of the murky filtered water.

Rinsed the ultra neon yellow fish gravel,
and placed the fake plants on a sponge.
Separating  air filter, from pump 
from clear plastic tubing
and put to rest
in a brown cardboard box..

She did it without a word.





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Her Little Black Dress

It was perfect for any occasion, with 
the right accessories, like the traveling 
pieces Mozart carried court to court. 
No matter what style or instrument 
the reigning virtuoso favored, violin 
or piano left-hand, the master would have 
just the thing to sparkle an entertainment.

Just so. One small stone would sparkle 
at her throat, or her left hand, to favor 
the violet of her eyes. A virtuoso 
she was, a Mozart in the instrument 
of style. Perfectly right, one dress 
would carry her, court to court, as she
traveled through life on her accessories.


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We Made Ice cream

  I remember! 
  Cranking that old wore-out handle on that ice cream maker, until I thought my 
arms were going to fall off.  Having a big smile on my face, as I turned and 
turned, pushed and pulled on that old crank begging my big brother, the whole 
time to “Spell me!” so I could set on an old rag on top of the ice, using my weight 
(as it was) to hold that ice cream maker in place. 
   I remember my grandfather coming out of the house, out on the back porch. To 
make sure my big brother and I was “Doing it right.” as if, there was a wrong way! 
He made sure that we
had plenty of ice, plenty of rock salt. I can still see him sticking his little finger in 
the weep-hole to make sure it didn’t get stopped-up. That was most important to 
him, as he
always got the first bowl. I don’t know why? He clamed, he would get the first 
bowl, to make sure that salt didn’t get into the mix. Funny to me, he never made a 
salty face as he was eating that first bowl.  
   I remember, watching my grandmother making that “mix” she picked the 
freshest eggs, measured just the right amount of vanillin extract, I loved the way 
her kitchen smelled. I watched her chop the bananas peal the peanuts, stir it up 
with the cream and sugar. She hummed “Old Rugged Cross” as she made that 
sweet ice cream mix, it was as if she was having fun; like the turning of the crank 
for us boys, work for sure but still fun!
  I would eat light, as that banana-peanut ice cream cured while we had supper, 
waiting for grandfather to finish his third helping, we had to wait, he always got 
the first bowl, I don’t know why? 
 
 



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Momma

I know all the stories that she'd told she been livin in lies she knows shes doin 
wrong.All i know is she need to do right. I can't keep oncryin momma s do it just 
please no more fights. I tell myself that she will do better, momma we are a 
family ain't we supposed to bo together. What happened to our happy fun. Every 
since that doy violence but more guns. You used to give me hugs what 
happened to all the kisses, all the good times yes we allmisses.We can forget 
abut it momma thanks to you. You can't play me nomore i'm not a little fool. I try 
so hard but why can't you stop. One day i just wish you will and IT gonna drop.


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The Broken Urn

Eyes flared in agitation
Damasked in utmost lament
The tyrants laughed in vanity
Remains of his mother lie still
As if the winds were holding their breath
The urn cracked and cold as night
Alone, the eyes softened
His heart a hermit of radiance 
Temples tingled as silence stayed
The unprofaned laughter now ash-shamed
Hot tears of fervor reduced their pig-headed ways
He kneeled to his mother as they gazed
In the urn she no longer cried
Even in the urn did she not abide


April 28, 2014


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Inseparable Love (Sedoka)

The father and son
Inseparable relations
Guiding the path of true faith
Love of a mother
Glorious pillar of strength
Wept at the foot of the cross


The Sedoka is an unrhymed poem made up of two three-line poems called a 
katauta with the following syllable counts: 5/7/7, 5/7/7.  A Sedoka, pair of katauta 
as a single poem, may address the same subject from differing perspectives.  
The katauta is an unrhymed three-line poem with the following syllable counts: 
5/7/7.  



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Jesus You Know His Heart

Once soft meadows so full of life,
now hold shadows, blocking the light.
Words unheard, and dreams untouched,
once your eyes laughed so much.
Distant sounds, still call your name,
within a body silenced by the game.
Love can't touch, and tears can't clean,
that part we know as self esteem.
Yesterdays of you, bring me joy,
recalling back when you were a boy.
Shiny blonde hair, and smiling blue eyes,
my heart forever hypnotized.
As tomorrow comes, and life goes on,
somewhere happiness must belong.
My prayer for you I humbly ask,
may light surround you within God's grasp.
A blessing for me, when you were born,
but somehow evil has sent this storm.
Jesus You know him, but he has lost his way,
hold him tight, don't let him stray.
Bring him safely to me once more,
as the waves get higher on unknown shores.
Lost is lonely, and screaming for help,
but I can't save him all by myself.
I give him to You, as I sit and cry,
a mother in pain, I cannot lie.
Your mother watched, as you died on a cross,
a mother in pain, for her son she had lost.
You gave her comfort, You called her name,
now I give You mine, my heart feels the same.
Bring him safely back into the flock,
as You guide a lost vessel from hidden rocks.
Let him know joy, let him feel rain,
as Your Love gently brings, my son home again.





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untitled

A figure in darkness
Cradleing a small package
Trots up the stony ridge of stairs
In the night clouds cover the horizon
No stars can be seen from the gloomy street
A single lantern is lit and the only light
A woman with the hood drawn above her head
Lays a child upon the doorstep of a lonely family
She touches her fingers to her mouth
Then to the child's forehead
A tear filled with happy memories
Lands upon the baby's hand
With one last look
The woman disappears into darkness
As swiftly as she appeared
And the baby gave a cry of sadness
Then all became silent


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Slender Birch

Steel Gray skies with threatening rain and restless wind
My breath gathers as mist on the inside of the window pane
...as I watched for the school bus

A slender birch tree with spiral scars 
of flayed bark against its white skin
like curlicues of sharpened pencil shavings

Still clutching many bright yellow leaves, 
Some collecting at its base like a discarded garment
Sunlight, just a small shaft flickers bright dapples on tiny dancers
Ocherous curtains against the bruised sky

Prodigious vibrant final act
Just for me
The tree manages a sly curtsey 
in my direction, 
Sacrificing more of her fragile costume

My beautiful rosy-cheeked child kicks playfully
through the saffron sea of discarded programs
“Here are some for you Mama” he says
as he bursts into the kitchen smelling of peanut butter and early fall
There he deposits a chubby handful of my regard 
gently into my apron pocket

And into my heart's hiding place as well
Perfect poignant performance;
Beautifully done slender birch,
Most beautifully done


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Farewell


A yearling asleep 
When its mother arrived
She knew it was time
A green meadow, the best place
It was time to say farewell to her fawn
For he was a young growing buck
She wished him good luck

He would miss being 
A small spotted fawn
Who
Waits patiently for mother
While gnawing the grass
Oh, he would dearly 
Miss those wonderfully
Glorious days


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One, Two, Three

One, two, three.
Three little boys I see
Each so very special
So different, yet so alike.
In all three I see me.

One, two, three
Three little boys I see.
The first one with eyes so blue that shine so bright
With features fine and a brilliant mind; 
One sweeter and wiser would be hard to find.

One, two, three
Three little boys I see.
The second one so witty, warm and smart
Handsome, dimples, a true work of art; 
He’s certain to steal any girl’s heart.

One, two, three
Three little boys I see.
The third little boy with unruly locks
He’s clever and a devil-dare; wild like a fox.
But, his hugs and kisses so meant and true,
To hold him is so simple-sweet as he whispers I wuv you. 

One, two, three
Three little boys I see.
Sleeping in their beds at night
Angelic cherubs sent from God 
Resting so peacefully.

One, two, three
Three little boys I see.
So familiar were they 
Even before I saw their faces,
I knew they were part of me.

One, two, three
Three little boys I see.
Growing up so fast each day
Taller, faster, wiser, true.
What kind of men will they grow into?

One, two, three
Three little boys I see.
I know the day will come,
They’ll be grown and gone from home,
But never really far from me.

One, two, three
Three little boys I see.
Three little beings so entrenched
Deep within my soul and heart
Always my three little boys shall be.


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your lies, my truth.

you tell me i am precious to you.
i am not your currency.
you tell me the circumstances are beyond our control.
but i control everything,
every breath,
every word that leaks from my mouth.
you made me this way,
shaped me from wax,
using knives and tears to make scars in my form.
you tell me you have loved me,
forever,
and until your dying day.
these words slither from your tongue.
you could never have loved me,
its not something thats easy to do.
you dont care what path my life takes,
you dont know what i have been forced into.
you dont want love,
you want control.
you don't want a daughter,
you want a follower.
i have accepted that i have no mother,
that i was created by life's sick fantasy.
i wanted to love you,
when there was still a chance.
so don't lie to me anymore,
don't tell me that it doesnt have to be this way.
it does.
dont thank god for me.
there is no god.
and i am just a curse,
because i hurt you.
you preach that you have room for me in your heart, that you think of me everyday.
and i think of you,
in the morning when i wake,
and in the night when i rest my head.
nothing can ever be easy,
or understandable.
in my heart, there are only cracks
and cobwebs where you might have been before.
it throbs and convulses, refusing love.
i couldnt love anyone,
not if i tried.
not if i wanted.


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Love Lasagna

She plunks down a plate of egg rolls
Man, oh man, do these greasy pieces of heaven take tolls
On my heart, dear Mama
Shows me love with food piled on tables that never end
Iced tea, Pho, spaghetti, rice and pork chops
Sternly setting bowls down in front of you and encouragin’

To take pieces of  buttery garlic bread and mop it up
Love, bestowed upon us in showers of peppered chicken
Spending hours in the kitchen
To prove some affection
In saucers of soy sauce and dumplings that went on for miles
She’d put adoration in soup, spicy reflections
Of passionate motherly love
Mama, she never smiled 
Unless someone complimented her style, the swagger
Of her intimate cooking skills, the way she swung her dagger
Of specialties, killing hunger, cravings
All her meals ending with ravings
Of the best kind

Scraped knees and broken hearts are cured with warm chocolate cake, suede
Smooth, mending them better then when they were made
Mama shows fondness through ice cream and steak
Warm dinner plates

Her “I Love You” was a big portion of lasagna 
Nobody says “I Love You” better then my Mama


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A Mother's End

I am unable to comprehend
How your physical remnants were found
With a stately essence of womanhood
A mother’s end.


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The Soul Of A Child

the soul
of the child
is forever scarred
with hurts
from years ago.
The soul 
of this child
knows not what
inner peace
feels like.
The soul
of a hurt child
wants the love
of a mother
who is only 
a dream
in her heart.
The soul
of any child
deserves nothing less
than a lifetime 
of hugs.
The soul
of the child
I once was
would rather
close her eyes 
forever
than continue
waiting for
someone to be
my mother.


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Caseworker Determining Eligibility

Caseworker Determining Eligibility 

		Cabrini-Green Projects
		Chicago

The child, age two, hammocked in the half
moon of his mother’s arms, is locked
in palsy, yet moves an eyelid as I ask, 
moves the other as his mother answers,
application form interrogation.
The father was a white policeman.
“Curiosity,” the mother says. “No more.
I didn’t go with him for money.” 


Donal Mahoney


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TO MY MOTHER'S GRACE

To my Mother's Grace


The world and skies are not equal
To the grace of my mother
The heaven and paradises are not equal
To the love of my beloved mom
She guarded me as a pearl in the oyster
Her words and love will enough to live here
She fed me with her blood and
Gave me a life and soul here
My every pound of flesh,
My every turns and moves
Are her precious sacrifices in the world
The God and fairies will never be equal to her
She is my mother.I love her forever


SAKTHI RAVICHANDRAN AN INDIAN ENGLISH POET


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Message to Mom on Graduation Day

Mom...

   words cannot express how I feel right now....
   I just want to thank you for all you have done for me....
   I do not know where I would be today....
   if you where not there as my crutch when I needed you most....
   you are the most understanding & caring person in the world....
   to have and to love as a mother....
   I thank my prayers from the good Lord up above....
   for the prayers that were answered for the man I have become today....
   I wish all parents were as supportive as you have been to me....
   to talk when we need too stay quiet when we need too....
   thank you for the life you have given me....
   and the direction that you have led me in....
   I will cherish all the memories, advice, & love you have given me....
   forever and always....
   
   Thank you
   
   I love you Mom.
   I love you.

Kevin Ryan Hansen
11/07/98
Revised 10/12/06


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A Heart Stop Away

tiny lass who graced this world joyfully brightening her grandmother’s life less than 12 short years smile so angelic, it could crown a Christmas tree never seeking sympathy Joycie’s zest for life drew admiration leaving her gracious memory in her family’s hearts much we can learn from Joycie who never succumbed to self-pity each day, a celebration of life albeit far too brief her smile still shines in heaven glowing beacon in the night sky her grandmother finds comfort seeing Joycie’s face -- a glowing star
Dedicated to Joyce Johnson and based on her poem “Joycie”


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Princesses

Pretty princesses
Dancing all around
Frolicking through fields
Very beautiful
Just like you!


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Ode to my son on his 28th birthday

When I looked up at you the other night
I saw you coming through the door
Framing it with your amazing smile
steadfast, self assured, a happy man
A happy Dutch life with Irish sea-kissed roots
Not just a European but a world class man
As you stood before me, I felt such pride.


When I think of you, I see my little boy blue
Forever young, blond mop, those winsome sky eyes
my spry child, intelligent, forever questioning
hyperactive,  mischievous, a little dare devil
your smile, a mile wide in times of trouble
I see you holding your teddies Ruby and Rupert
Tractors, diggers, broken engines brrrrrrrmm.


Your love of engines, paid off after all
as you shifted gear to driving instruction
For a guy who showed no interest in being a scholar
Now you are the teacher, with a flurry of pupils
I think it works better, this way around.
Your greatest gift is your love for people
Your greatest asset, your winning smile


Keep on living and loving as you do
You view life through a positive lens
Becoming a mother hit me with a new perspective
An appreciation of life, when I gave you yours
Together we grew, and continue to grow
In love and respect, now and forever.


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Love Never Fades

There's a little history to this particular poem. I know I wrote it when I was 11 or 12 years old. I wrote it for my Grandma Dorabel, who is today 90 years old. I also wrote it for my uncle John who had been taking care of her at the time; I didn't want to leave him out so I put on the letter: For Grandma Dee and Uncle John! I wrote this short little poem along with a drawing of a cat and some flowers. However, I actually never sent the picture to her! My parents and I must have forgotten to send! To me that was unacceptable! I thought to myself today when I found the picture, I must send it now! The picture is now on its way to her, so I am happy she will at last receive it. 

---------------------------- You can send me a bouquet of flowers, You can order me a box of chocolates, You can buy me a fancy outfit, But flowers don't last, Chocolates eventually disappear, Outfits get out of style, Yet Love never fades, And it's the most precious gift of all


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I remember you

	
I Remember last Wednesday,
I can see your smile, your eyes.
If I only knew it was the last day
I would have only stared into those eyes.

Where are you?
If I only knew

You used to visit me one day
Every week after school,
Always on Wednesday,
That was a Golden rule.

Now I know you rest,
And I always keep in mind:
to me you were the best.


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Every Child Has a Dream... Every Child Wants to Be Loved...

Every Child Has a Dream…

They want to be a “grown up”…
They want to get married like mommy and daddy did…
Become a “mommy” or “daddy” as a young child would say…
Become a doctor, firefighter, or ballerina…
They want to be like mommy and daddy…
They want to marry their mommies or daddies…
Become the president…
Become older, (like their big sister or brother)…
They want to live and see the world!

Every Child Wants to Be Loved…

Not every child does…
Not every child has a mommy and daddy…
Every child wants love…
Every child deserves love…
Not every child gets love…
Not every child gets a chance to live the life they want…
Every child knows what love is….
Every child has someone out there that would love them…
Not every child knows there is someone that would give them the love they deserve…

Every child has dream… 
Every child wants to be loved… 


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A Mother's Quote

Mother's are most special
Their Tender Touch
And Loving Care
Is more than a Father
Could even Bare
Their Magical Boo-Boo Kisses
And Bright Sunshine Smiles
Takes every bit of Heartbreak away
Even across the Miles


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Blessing

Priceless pearl
my hidden diamond
love's sweet jewel

Heaven sent
Angelic countenance
Beauty so pure

Lovely daughter
your character delights
my devotion forever

Heartbeat on screen
My unbelief ceased
the moment
You
first squeezed my finger






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Grandma

There's not much to say.
I knew her, know some things,
but certainly not all.

I know how little she put up with fools,
how her cooking surpassed so many others',
how simultaneously sweet and hard she could be.
I know about her smoking,
about her jewelry, her faith,
all these I'll hold close to me.

Every single spark, every star,
shines with such a glow, such a marvelous radiance,
that we can't gaze too closely at it,
lest we cause ourselves pain.
And yet, despite ourselves, again and again,
we do;
because it's not within us to resist
the sheer beauty of it all,
of stories and of life.

A bouquet of tulips for you.
We all miss you already, Grandma.
I miss you.
I know Heaven's got you, taking no guff as always,
making sure we're all doing alright.
I love you.
Andrew James (McGillicutty) Sprouse


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A Mother's Tears

How many tears does a mother cry?
I think too many for anyone to count.
A mother cries when her child is born.
She cries of joy, because now she has 
someone to love and someone to hold.

When that child gets sick, a mother cries
until that child gets better, that aliviates
her heart. When that child grows up and 
goes wrong, a mother cries tears that come 
from the soul and heart.

Does a mother ever stop crying? No - a
mother will cry through out  her life. She
will cry for that child that has gone worng.
A mother always wants the best for her 
child. Sometimes it dosn't happen and a
mother cries in silence.

Her soul is wet from tears that fell like rain.
She has no rest night or day. Sometimes a
mother cries of joy too. She wants to die 
before her child, if not - a mother will cry 
more tears until she leaves this world. This
time - she has no more tears.


Written by Lucilla M. Carrillo


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Grandma

With the gentle
touch of  hand
She brought feelings
of peacefulness
Her smile lit up the
world 
Love radiated from
her heart
You found peace and
contentment
in her warm loving
arms
Compassion in her
smile
A gentleness of an
angel
in the midst of her
own suffering
In all her trials
her spirit was not
broken
It was God's
strength that
carried her through
The precious moments
spent with her
Brings loving
memories of my dear
grandma.


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My grandma

My grandma

I see her
Seating on her bed
Pillows propped with cotton
Circling her like witches
Around a cauldron pot
Her skin glowing
From her light within.


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Gifted Hands

A pinch of salt, a dab of pepper, a spinkle of Mrs.Dash
Lets mix it all together
Gifted hands starting at the age five
Helping grandma in the kitchen all the time
Choosing to say in the house to learn all the ingredients
Instead of going outside to play hide and seek
Grandma always told me my hands are special,
You wait, watch and see what I tell you
Gifted hands is for certain people only
The miracles that you will be able to do 
Don't forget what grandma told you
6 bars of 10oz cracker barrel cheese, eggs, carnation milk,
seasonings, salt & pepper
When you put it all together, this makes macaroni & cheese
One of the gifted hand's favorite dishes
It will melt in your mouth like a piece of candy
Grandma always told me my hands were gifted
Now I cater for a variety of people
Gifted hands is one of my best qualities.

Nerrissa Jenkins
Contest-With these hands
12/17/13
Visual #2


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Grandmother's Hand

I saw a picture just once a long time ago
I don't know the artist's name or from where he came
But the image I'll never forget, that much I know
I hope its beauty to you I can explain
A small child's hand reached up so round and small
Bashfully grasping from seemingly no where at all
Towards what appeared to be his grandmother's hand
Weather worn and wrinkled hanging down 
Tattered clothing and swollen knuckles, calloused palms
Yet still reaching
Reaching to guide and help yet another young life
Who still needed her strength
Their fingertips touching, left me wondering
Would she live long enough for him to grab hold?

©Donna Jones
2-25-2013



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Cloud Nine from an Asian Child

Hot jasmine tea
My grandmother liked to drink
Everyday at 10
While tending to ancient herbs and oriental spices
Before Day’s of our Lives
She never understood it but she liked it anyway
And after her afternoon nap
She always had an aroma like that unforgettable liquid
In the green bottle by her bed
While the rice cooks
Steaming white fluff
That chokes your throat when you swallow too fast
Floating along the rice there’s green things
I learned not to ask
You must clean your bowl
She said
Otherwise you’ll end up too skinny and get sick
When the sun hits your head

Eggrolls, plump and short
Loved to waddle around in fish sauce before it jumps into mouths
Just like the chickens with the head cut off that Bac Phoung
Plucked the feathers  off accompanying that sticky sweet smell of death
Like sweet cake and dumplings
Stolen from the wrapper
Left on the table that grandpa forgot to put away
Cousins come and go
Hugs and kisses, fights and shows
From 36 of us
We hold games and play with the hammock
Disciplined with chopsticks
We knew better then play Street Fighter all day
Though it’s happened once or twice

New Years is the best however
A dollar from each aunt or uncle
Lasts only but a day
Until the icecream man comes and we spend
Each and every dime
On Bullets, Tweety Shaped Popsicles and Lucas
Ninja turtles and Daffy Duck with bubblegum eyes


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Ode to my daughter on her birthday - 26

My Sarah
When I looked at you last week trying on your new boots
Those almond eyes sparkling at something new, a gift
I saw my little pink girl, a princess, playing dress up again
Your long hair draped your high cheekbones
Life still a game, tinged with drama and theatre 
As you look for fun in all your pursuits!
A player in life with a passion for cooking and music
You have become a kind, loyal, vivacious young woman
Self assured, grounded with a love of tradition
I looked at you and felt an overwhelming pride.

Sunday’s child is ' bonny, blithe, good and gay' they say
Befitting my Sabbath girl, a model child of few demands
Your bedroom a vast sea of Barbie and friends
A Passion for story-time and books
Your Dutch life with Irish sea-touched roots, 
You are a real continental
A great scholar with degrees in Law and Psychoanalysis
You have found your true love with Luis, a Spaniard
As you both prepare to leave the Emerald Isle
I wonder at the achievement of you!


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A Grandmother's legacy

Warming lights surround you
Quilting the sharp silence
Outside dawn begins
Earth starts stretching 
Straightening out the knots
Caught from hours of slumber
Night moves on to blacken another sky
And Calmness stills the room
All is as it should be

As you drift in an endless sleep
I know not if you'll wake
Or lay your eyes on me once 
more
Softening my heavy heart
As death appears, he waits by 
your side
Head dipped in respect
White and gold robes I study of him
I beg him for more time
An hour, a day, a second 
His comforting eyes say no
It is your time and my heart stills
Now I must let you go

Aged hands under silken skin
Once tended plants and raised children
Loose their warmth
A last breath escapes your 
lungs
I look at death pleadingly 
But nothing can be done
I have to let you go now
You must do this alone

Death picks up your soul up as 
an orb
Glittering like a large diamond
To ferry you to your kin
I see them through the void 
I see them waiting

never again will we sit on the 
porch
As dew wakes up the grass
Trees shacking off the night before
Us, just being us
I'd soak up your wisdom
That resided in your soul
Every snippet a precious gem to me
Id bury them within
Where no other could reach them
Where no other could steal them

I show no tears
As they only fuel pain
From a young age
You taught me to be brave
Knowing my life would shatter 
me
Often I'd feel pain
So your compassion carried me
Over potholes and rocky paths
Your soothing voice steadied 
me
Till I made it safely past

Now Laying out your body
Ready for your last journey
I wonder if I told you enough
The love I have for you
I was blessed everyday 
You were in my life
Things seemed easier 
With you at my side 
Life was not so daunting
The hill was not so steep
Now you gone I'm shattered
Watching an endless sleep

Time with you was precious
For this truth I smile 
The mirror reflects parts of you 
Placed in this heart of mine
Happy you left peacefully 
And I was at your side
Inner gladness reigns 
As not just your jam recipe
Was handed down to me


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My Mommy

	I trust my mommy,
She never leads me wrong,
At night she sings me
A go to sleep song.
	I love my mommy,
She holds me when I cry,
She tells me not to go to
Strangers and say, “Hi”.
	I honor my mommy,
She’s done so much for me,
She teaches me to help
My enemy’s family.
	I respect my mommy,
She teaches me right from wrong,
She helps me go through
Nights that are long.
	I copy my mommy,
She does what is right,
She helps me see
The world in a new light.
	I pray for my mommy,
She is humble and nice,
She does things for others
Not once but twice.
	I love you mommy,
For everything you’ve done for me,
You’ve taught me that the world
Is a ginormous family.


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Midnight Lullaby

I wrapped all my tears, to see you smile.
you are the best, always by my side.
I tell you my feelings will get you crying,
you must think I’m out of my mind.

You don’t know, what I know,
all the angels let me go.

We were born to teethe and die,
you will grow to be so fine.
Fall in love, feel your softer side,
Remember me when life is kind.

When you go, let me know,
don’t walk away like the world and go.

Life is rough and the world unkind,
fight them down and you will be fine.
The truth of live is a brutal sight,
make no mistakes, you can learn from mine.

You have a strong heart, you are unique
I treasure times when you smile at me.

Live the life, I could not find,
be there for me, when I say goodbye.


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MY ROCK


I rushed into the world a bit too fast.
I was the first and only child my mother bore,
so this was big news for her.
I was not big, got room in a hand.
A loving hand that gave me confidence, strength
and love.
Confidence, strength and love only a mother can give.
I was little and weak, but I fought hard.
I was able to cling to life and grow me big.
But this is thanks to you my mom that gave me 
confidence, strength and love.






Dedicated to my mom


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My name is Catastrophe

Hell hath no replete replica like an Ohiohell
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measured in misgiven gravid neutral grautities of cool compromised cruel
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with wilfull wallowing in unsupposed not to be here
herein two boys born to a numbnuts army husbodad and a 
WTF what is happening in/outside this family 50's acircle
what comes next in the uneducated female nonintuition of a
deaddad accidential with a pity piss payoff and a whatdoIdo anal attitude
totally in reverse of an arkansas hope of upheaveal. GDMFSOB, who could I/we haVE
BeeN in the assinine scheme of things with someone in an intersomewhateducated semistate of minimal MFconsciousness. We play the hand we are dealt in the vast unscheme of unness. 
WTF, and where/why does God take part and lessen a small boy's dream of donated dadhood by taking it away and leave him left to faulterflounder in a boyhood abyss. Dead, devoid, denied to the manmale circumstance of what the future folds to be delivered to doting descendents, like my three sons. with whom I struggled to 
shower, impart, enable, enbibe, instill, foster, enliven, and all that I did not experience yet faux provide with an inner soulsense to a measured milestone of mannered man manufactured love and tendered texture of all mine to give with that that is mustered macro from a micro counteanace of humocapped coperal deliverance. All's fair they say unless u have been there and then it's every man for himself---and then, I dare u to get in my way---------no holds barred, look out for I am a survivor, all the way.   
Hi, my name is Dave, and according to my grandparents, I wasn't supposed to live to be raised. Go figure.


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A poem for my mother

I am a seed which
From you germinated
And you a place
Where I was sown
Grew and firmly rooted

I am a flower which 
From you sprouted
Grew well in the comfort
Of your cosy arms
Which like sepals
to petals 
In a flower wrapped
Me with tenderness

Your love was
A fertilizer for my growth
Food for my hunger
My warmth in coldness
It was Like water,
Air and sunlight
To a germinating seed


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Rose Wine

Your strong hand 
beneath my head
my Love in your Blood
turned from friendship
did spread
into More
the first time you
took my Hand
and traveled every
line, of my Flesh land
the way you reflect your soul
Into my Eyes, 
makes me forget my small stature
shape, size
in this world
I wish to carry your 
future child
be it boy or girl
be them strong of spirit
Smarts of street and class
leaders of Eminence
Sweet mixed with Sass
I see this future
as I fall head first, spilling
into your secure embrace
like a single bottle of Rose Wine
Down to the last Taste




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The Train

She’s walking past the tombstones,
Just came from her mothers grave. 
As she passes the last stone, 
her hand graces the top,
A chill shoots down her spine.
The wind is blowing her hair in every direction,
While the leaves dance around her ankles.
Tears are rolling down her cheeks.

She’d just been talking to her mother for hours,
Longer then she ever had before.
She explained to her mother how her life had been tumbling downward,
Her boyfriend for 5 years had just broken up with her,
When she thought he was going to propose.
Her best friend since kindergarten had just embarrassed her,
in front of everyone.
Just to take her spot as Queen of the School.

She hears the train coming.
She’d been looking for an escape,
An escape of her sadness, 
Of her embarrassment,
Of her LIFE.
And here is one, just being given to her.

Without even thinking,
She runs onto the tracks,
The engineer slams on the breaks,
Honking the horn all the while.

She grabs her phone out of her pocket,
Begins to text her father.
Just 5 simple words.
that will mean the word to him.
I’m sorry, I love you

She looks up at the stars shinning down on her,
then at the lights on the train.
She just keeps on staring, 
Without even thinking,
Her mind goes blank.

The horn is honking, 
While she just waits.
Her mind is beautifully empty,
While the train comes closer.

She stares down at the train from above,
While is halts to a  stop, just 100 metres away.
Her lifeless body now mingled with the tracks,
Just lays there,
Motionless,
Breathless.

She begins to regret, 
what she had just done,.
Her father wouldn’t be able to go on,
Her sister would be scared,
Her mother, if she were alive, would be ashamed.
To take a life, let alone your own, 
Is a crime, that can never be undone.
There is no punishment great enough,
To serve justice.

She wishes more then anything to just turn back time, 
To just erase what just occurred
To pretend it never happened.
But this is not like a simple fight with a friend,
Or a bad relationship,
This can not be erased.
Death is not that simple.

A bright light comes from above, 
A sudden rush of relaxation shoots through her,
Calmness surrounds her.
And then she lets go.
Her soul floats away into the night sky,
And it’s over now.

By Sierra Cowan
Written the Summer of 2009


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Final Adieu

Final Adieu

Let another sun set,
Let another flower wilt,
Let another autumn cast its gloom,
Let another tear role,
As ye part, and bid
The final adieu.

Suyash Saxena
St. Stephen’s college


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Grandma's Pearls

Grandma passed along her string of pearls to me.
I knew I've been entrusted with a special gift from her.
Nothing but pride crossed my mind that day.

Taking her pearls from its box, I still feel her love,
Whether it was tender or tough,
It was done with the intent
On making me feel pride within myself.

Grandma cherished her pearls for most of her life.
This was her 'Pearl of Wisdom' she passed down to me,
"Pearls are classy enough for a fancy affair
Or just a simple dinner out.
Diamonds are a girl's best friend,
But don't get between me and my pearls.
The attachment is for life, it's beauty knows no age."
Every time I put on her string of pearls, I still giggle.


03/12/2013


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Conflict - Tomboy or Girl

The bark worn smooth,
a scamper up.
Looking down takes my breath away.
Leveling off, I’m safe in the cockpit.

Flying the Iowa skies, way above the tassels,
Control panel at my fingertips.
Spreading my wings and charging the clouds.
Birds skimming by.

The branch cradling my adventure
is broad,
back firmly against the trunk,
sun over my shoulder.

Apple blossom shadows on my arm.
Between petals and freckles,
bright spot lights of sun
sparkle on my skin.

The petals are so pretty.
I pick a bouquet,
shinny down the tree, and
bring apple blossoms home to my mother.


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DEAR MOTHER

DEAR MOTHER

Dear Mother of all
Sweetest mother of all Time
Queen of the world of women
You never aborted me
You raise me with your hard earn
You teach me the way of the righteous
You Bless me with the blessing of your mouth
Who will I praise if not you
Who will I believe if not you
Who will I trust if not you
You that carry me for nine months
You put me to bed on the 17th Day of the Sixth Month of the Glorious Year
You breast feed me till I am fit for the race
You put together your earning for my first birthday
You work under the sun and the rain just for me to be among equals
I understand it is not easy in this part of the world
Yet you gave me a reason to live
And even though I heard I use to be stubborn when I a little kid
Yet your love for me never ceased
Memories fade me not of my past failure
You hold me close to you and whisper to my ear saying
"Foluso The sun still shine, you can still make it"
No wonder I am reaching my goals now because your Sweet words still live in me
Words are not enough to express how I feel
But I have to tell you this Sweet mother
Ain’t a woman alive that can take my mama’s place


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The Old Salt

The Old Salt was a special man who came along in a time
when he was needed most.

A time that is now gone forever.
When men believed and sacrificed, when hero’s walked the earth in mass.

When patriotism was not just a word
but,
by what men lived and judged the worth of each, 
a man who lived a life most of us cannot comprehend. 

An era now gone as this warriors tour of duty ends at this station, 
and begins anew in the heavenly fleet. 

Sail on Sailor into your unaccompanied tour,
we salute you.

What greater honor, that when a man moves forward, 
he leaves behind in each of us the best of what he was. 

A defender, protector, supporter, victor, a warrior, 
the last of the breed from an era when ships were made of wood
and men were made of steel.

The Old Salt has reported for duty that takes him away from us for now. 

Those of us who remain behind,
remember, and will continue to remember, 
because he now resides forever in our hearts.

As I look up at night, I envision The Old Salt,
a beret draped just above the eye, 
as he draws upon his pipe, 
quietly he waits.
The guardian of heaven’s gate.



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Mother Earth

Mother Earth

An ancient, elegant – once jolly – old Lady,
deserving of so, very much more then
the rape and pillage, the destruction and pollution,
the chemical alterations – poisons,
the theft of, the abuse of
all her innocent, naked, natural beauty.
This old Lady, who has been – who will again –
as self-destructive as any of her daughters –
of man kind – and without the help of man kind’s
selfish, inconsiderate, thoughtless greed.

Will She, ?, will we ?, survive the turbulent throes
of an uncertain, an unpredictable, veiled future -
even if we ( as capable human inhabitants ),
even if she ( the energy, mother of us all ), -
are able ?, to curb our insatiable appetites,
are able ?, to thwart what may be inevitable - 
change and a world, -  her life time of changes.

Is her ?, is our ?, relationship to this universe
a foretold tale of unavoidable doom.
Is our evolution ?, life ?, destiny ?, our development ?,
upon the breasts of Mother Earth,
to come to an end in a daze, a haze of gloom ?,
as we all ( Mother Earth, Life, human kind )
are destined to become ( once again ) cosmic dust
blowing in the winds of memories hoard, of time –
passing into - becoming spirituality adrift on cosmic winds 
– ghostly souls, spirits  - once again sailing, searching, 
seeking solidity, - once again - of visible form
to walk upon the surface of a much better plane,
better then what has become of what we are now !

Next time around, will thoughtfulness ?, be the tought ! 
It has been thought of more that opened the door, 
that – if we do not, soon change - will be closed –
Forevermore !

B. J. “A” 2
May 23rd 2008


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Blood Drips From Walls

A scream stretches out into the night
A desperate call heard but with guilt ignored
An echoing beacon of another battle commence
As neighbours run to their bunkers to escape its call
As blood drips from walls

In separate tombs
Two children wait in line
Hoping and praying they won't reach the head this time
Dreading what raised voices and familiar shouts will bring
As they desperately hide beneath timid sheets
That had always failed to provide cover they need
As blood drips from walls

A mother throws herself into the line of fire
Desperate to protect her kids from his fists full of anger
For she knows if she's not there where next he will turn
As her blood drips from walls

Plates, cups, glass become the bullets
In a battle for the kitchen door
Whilst trapped inside for now her children's safety she is sure
As blood drips from walls

Drink the finger on the trigger held
Cruel words the shrapnel that went so deep
Every punch of his fist the mighty bomb
That tempted fate to end this once and for all
As blood drips from walls

The excited barking dog
Becomes the friendly fire
As her arms try to block the punches
The dog bites into what he doesn't know
A scream of pain for a moment sets still time
As blood drips from walls

Two children shudder as the ambulance pulls up outside
The flashing lights a breeze of hope dancing on their bedroom ceilings
Just maybe somebody might come and take them now
Guilty in their selfish need as they feared for their mother loved
As blood drips from walls

But as they drifted into exhausted sleep
Freed for a night from his rage as he sat and feared losing all he controlled
In a hospital room their mother retreated into a lie
Surrendered all of them to many years more
Because more than she feared the war
She was terrified of the loneliness from losing his love
Believing every time he told her you're not good enough
As blood drips from walls


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My Mother's Daughter

She’s gone
I miss her so
And yet, I connect with her
Every time I touch a flower...
She’s there
When I read the classics
Engrossed in the pages of Lorna Doone...
She’s there
When I breathe in the pine scented air
Of the hills of Lebanon,
The land that she loved... 
She’s there
When I sing the alto part of the hymns she adored
Trying to fit my voice to her glorious one....
She’s there
Teaching me how to follow the notes
“It is Well with my Soul.”
When tears spill out of my eyes
In sympathy for another....
She’s there
Her sensitive soul pouring out from my eyes
When I tease my students and hug them tight
Trying to make them fall in love with words...
She’s there
The well loved teacher
When I write my little rhymes...
She’s there 
Still believing I'll be famous one day
When I drop something and it shatters...
She’s there
Worrying that the same disease
Will touch her only daughter
And turn her life to hell 
When I look at my black hair
Beginning to show the white
Thick and luxuriant...
She’s there
With a knowing smile
Happy she’s passed on her
Her crowning glory to me
Between the lines of the poems I write...
She's there
Her romantic heart beating loudly
ALIVE

She’s there……
She’s in me
How I wish you knew her
Before she was ravaged by disease
Before her spirit was crushed
And her smile became lopsided
And Yet….
And yet she didn't stop smiling 
Or reaching out to touch a loved one
But I had to hear her pray for death
The confines of the wheelchair too much
Unable to care for herself
Too ashamed
Having to have my father bathe, change, and feed her
Too much for the free spirit that she was
The one who had climbed trees while pregnant 
And smiled at the sun

I tried to heal her 
I prayed and I begged
Testing my faith
"In the name of Jesus...."
No healing came
No cure for MS
And I hid my tears, crushed
That this vibrant ray of sunlight
My MAMA
The one they called Sunshine
Wanted to leave my world in 
in darkness
I had to let her go
And it was only when I changed my prayer
And asked for His will to be done
That she fell asleep
And got the release she
So desired.

I miss my MAMA
I’m crying tears she cannot see
For she is sleeping
Waiting for the wake up call
Of Jesus whom she adored

My heart bleeds for my MAMA
Life is unkind
To take her from me
But I’m my Mama’s girl
An extension of her heart and mind and soul
A helpless hopeless romantic
Who loves the rain
And the wind in my hair
And Little Women
And singing
And LIFE.

Eileen MANASSIAN

I Thessalonians 4:16 - 18


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MY SEVEN BLESSINGS

God bless little angels brought unto me,
Watch over them beneath heavens grace.
My first of seven blessings most precious gift,
Treasures hearts keepsakes.
Number one the oldest, my rocker baby,
Dancing away with musics sweet lullaby.
The lyrical light of brilliance’s, a shinning note,
That strums across grandma's heart strings.
The second child is a testament to patience,
No instructions came with this wonder
Or warning labels tattooed upon her backside.
But she has the eyes of an angel and lord knows,
She try's my beliefs but I'll never give up the fight .
I love my problem child just the same.
The third times the charms, she is that for sure,
With brown eyes and a kewpie doll with dark curls.
Our grand daughter bubbles, whom can light up the
Darkest moment with just a simple smile.
The fourth grace is he, full of strength and daring,
A future NFL first draft pick this is my little RJ,
Patton had his tank and believe you me, Me maw
Has hers.
Diamonds are the hardest stones known to man,
But this boy sparkles with a shine more valuable,
Then gold.
Fifth in line is wisdom and charm, explorations
Future astronaut.
With curiosities wondering eye, but ahead of
The pack in any game of life.
My youngest grand son Issac his name means,
Laughter and joy and in this it is so true.
Tiny but mighty is my little Bella,
With dark raven hair, she has her fathers eyes,
And mommy's brave spirit.
She'll take on the world someday.
And win by all hands clapping her on,
Me Maw's future Mrs. America.
Seven was born on grandma's birthday,
A special gift given unto me is my darling,
Trinity.
Who knows what the future will hold for thee,
But seven has always been my lucky number,
So sky's the limit with this the youngest blessing,
In my life.

1.  The blessings gift is music.
2. The second blessings gift mischief and curiosity.
3.  The third blessings gift beauty's sweet smile
4. The four blessings gift strength and endurance.
5.  The fifth blessings gift wisdom and charm. 
6.  The sixth blessings gift is a brave spirit.
7. The seventh blessings gift is lucks true fortune.
And when you add up all my many blessing,
What does a grandmother receive a full heart,
Hugs and kisses at bedtime.
Good night my little angels and sleep tight.
I'll re-sight my many blessings in my prayers, 
Tonight as I lay myself asleep and dream of thee.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN








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Womb Of A Bird

...and how lovely 
to sleep in the womb 
of a bird

that caresses 
silk like skin 
and sense

all things 
around
are being taken care of

as sugar coated thoughts 
begin to traverse
the twilight sky

of a summer night 
when misty mist comes, sounding
on your jovial, pink lips 
   


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Hard-Work Pays Off

My mother worked hard in bed. She would dig herself out of men’s pockets like a miner. 
Every man was a mine shaft; she always knew what she was looking for. My mother 
always managed to pay for my school fieldtrips just like all the other mothers. I liked her 
for this. The night before the zoo my mother told me to lie quietly and fall asleep. I 
listened. I slept on the edge of our bed like a wrinkled quilt. 		I could hear them: 
thick gulps of sweat pounding like a galloping horse. I remember the bed quaking like 
the broken engine of an old car, the sound of grinding wood and chipped teeth. The 
room started to smell of burning wax. Shadows of two bodies melting into each other. I 
would close one eye. My mother’s legs stretched above his shadow like the reins of a 
horse. I could smell her unknotting her lungs under this cowboy sweat, gripping his 
knees on her hips for support. 		It reminded me of the movies, how cowboys 
ride horses. I could hear their bones echoing through the mattress: frenetic, resilient, 
and faceless. Their bodies tangling like grapevine. The next morning, the sheets were 
damp like wet grass after a shower. And my mother wore her purse like a saddle


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Mother and son

I cherish you,
If you cherish me.

You brought me to life,
We began to meet through time,
Even though,
Sometimes you don't comprehend me,
Sometimes you don't understand me,
That sometimes time isn't enough,
That sometimes instincts get uncontrolled...,
But still,
You were designated for my life,
And you profile my living...
We share lives...

Although,
Time brings maturity,
And time doesn't last forever,
As well as we don't last forever...

There is no such thing,
As total perfection,
Even though,
Thank you...


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For An Abused Child

If I Could Have Gotten Your Embryo
Before You Were Born
I Would Have Sheltered You Safely
and Protected Your Form ...

I'd Have Put You In My Womb
& Flowed You Knowledge Like In A Tubric
& Patted My Expanding Belly
As I Played You Music

And As You Got Ready
To Arrive From The Birth Canal
You Would've Known My Breasts
Would Be Ringing Like Welcome Bells! ...

Eager To Suckle You
Breast Feed My Own Flesh & Nourish
So You Could Grow Strong
... In Love's Encourage

I Would've Held You In Wonder
& So Close Tenderly
Amazed At This Little Bundle,
Breathing, Piece of Me ...

And When You Turned One
Or As You Sucked Your Thumb
Or Eating Baby Food Jars of Plums
... I'd Have Given You Trumpets & Drums

... And Building Alphabet Blocks
& Superman Capes
& Stuffed Teddy Bears
& Oatmeal Cookies & Grapes

I'd Have Read You Stories
From Capt. Adventure Books
You'd Have Known You Were Loved
By My Proud Mama Looks

I'd Have Spent Time With You
Showing You How To Tie Your Shoe
Rocked You If You Caught The Flu
or Any Sniffles You Went Through ...

I Would Have Played With You
& Prayed With You
From Crawling To Walking
Paved The Way For You

Yeah, I Would Have Fussed At You
& When Needed Even Spanked You Too
& I'd Meant: This Hurts Me More Than You
'Cause You're The Little Symbiot, Mama Grew

So, You Would Have Known
You Were Loved & Treasured
You Would Have Known
Your Worth Couldn't Be Measured

Nor Compared To Anyone Else
At Any Point In Time
'Cause You Are The Best
Because You Were "Mine"

* * * * * * *

But I Never Knew You
But Believe Me If I Had ...
I'd A Made Sure You Had 
A Loving Mom & Dad

And You Would've Never Been Abused
Or Treated Bad ...
But From Now On Find Your Joy
To Replace What's Sad


            Written & Copyrighted ©:  9/12/2013 
             by:  MoonBee Canady


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Grandma Aesop's Apples - Finale

Grandmother pointed out warning signs on the apples.
Her strong voice resonated as she referenced bruises and marks.
Her wrinkled hands brushed over minute holes and obvious incisions.
She clutched the apples in her weather-worn palms
without uttering a single word.

She carefully lifted each apple to her nostrils
and then began discarding them respectively into the two bushels.
By days end, both bushels were full.
I softly said...
"What shall I do now with my bushel, Grandmother?"
She laughed and kissed me on my cheek whispering...
"We shall bring them back to Grandma's kitchen.
We will then transform these delectable fruits into an exquisite pie.

A pie pleasant to the nostrils.
A pie warm and sweet to your tongue.
A pie brilliant to behold and soothing 
to your little tummy and giant heart.
A pie that will make my grandson feel happy and content inside.
A pie baked with love and truth and honesty".

And I replied..."And what are you going to do with your bushel, Grandma?"
"Well, my dear,
I will OVERTURN my bushel and THROW these apples OUT!" – 
she dramatically replied.
"For they are bad and serve no purpose in my kitchen."

It's been many years later, my dearest one.
And late this evening I have been reviewing our union.
I fetched myself a writing tablet and a pen.
I leafed to a clean page where I then assembled two bushels.
To the left hand side of the page I situated your Advantage bushel.
The right hand side of the page underscored your Disadvantages.

I began to think as Grandmother would.
A keen eye for detail and clarity
whispered her loving observations into my ears
like an invisible windsong.

By midnight,
the blank page was now devoid of it's once white canvas.
I looked at the bushel to the left -
then quietly stared at the bushel to my right.
The bushel to the right was sated
whereas the bushel to the left was sadly barren and almost empty.

I reviewed the two bushels a final time.
I took a deep breath and 
gently placed my pen and tablet atop my writing table.
My dearest one,
although you're not here tonight -
I realized my life 
needs to have the bad apples banished.
I silently apologized to you 
as I picked up the bushel to the right
and without uttering a single word -

I finished my last fork full of apple pie 
and switched off the light.
I shed a solemn teardrop that bore your name
puffed up my pillows
gently overturned the bushel

and contentedly

threw you out.


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Grandma Aesop's Apples - Overture

My dearest one -
you oft traversed my well tended garden.
A panacea I personally created
to massage your ailing id.
A garden similar to the wondrous patchworks
found in Eden.

A recreational playground
of neatly lined tree varietals.
Peach, fig, pear and apple trunks -
are surrounded by the glory of lilac bushes
scores of majestic dahlias,
and a plethora of multi-colored hibiscus.

My grandmother taught me many things,
my dearest one.

When I was knee high to her apron hem -
she wrapped me up 
within a hatful of stars -
sprinkled with
magic and miracles and morals.
These were her gifts to my soul,
my mind
and my heart.

Without ribbons or bows,
she filled my senses
with a cornucopia of brilliance and logic.
She passed unto me
the precious gifts of observation and decision.

She taught me about apples.

Grandmother guided me through her prized orchard one misty morn.
She held two bushels in her trembling hands.
She extended one of them towards me and said -
"Take this my sweetheart and follow me
for you shall learn something very important today."

She lovingly cooed..."We have two bushels.
One is for Good and the other for Bad."
She continued to liltingly sing..."Apples are like relationships.
There are Good ones and there are Bad."

"However, one should understand and determine 
the signs between the two
and separate them accordingly."


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Grandma Was Dancing

She was a tappin' to the tunes...
of those Mississippi blues...
step-pin' out, in her white...
Pat-en-leather shoes,

We were a watchin' her a prancin',
all through the kitchen, dancin'...
for she was so...hot & sizzlin'...
hummin' to those Mississippi tunes...

Funny curlers too, upon...
her head...for a new... Hair dew,...
she was, a swirlin'-in that bakers apron,
when her head...star-ted a bobbin' to...
those Mississip-pi blues,

'Pots were a knockin'...
Grandma a sockin' down all she brews,
while that kettle there was whistlin',
in har-mo-ny, with them good ole...
good ole...mississip-pi moves,'

That floor there, was a bouncin'
holdin' hands we were a jumpin',
an-a hoppin' In the kitchen, to those...
                  sounds ...
Where Grandma's feet were a stompin',
In her new...New-white-sexy-pat-en-
leather-shoes...
(ya hoo)


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Understanding Grandma

With one stocking up and the other rolled down
the old lady waddled her way to town.
Her flowered dress sported stains of breakfast.
Her hair was matted, like a birds nest.
Lipstick circled her lips, like a circus clown.
The painted smile veiled depression and a frown.

While quizzically looking up at her face,
the small boy clutching her hand tried to keep pace.
As she shuffled her way down main street,
she chatted with anyone she chanced to meet.
Often she would point with pride 
to small boy by her side

As the boy grew older, he began wondering
why she couldn’t tell they were pretending.
Couldn’t she hear their humoring lies?
Couldn’t she see the laughter in their eyes?
Couldn’t she sense the embarrassment in the air?
Perhaps she couldn’t care? Perhaps she wasn’t aware?

Being locked in a child like state
may not be the worst fate,
Because children can make up places
where there are no staring faces.


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A Pink Garland Of Love

~                 Unrolling the fabric by the yard
                    I could see a light behind her eyes
                    The wheels of the old Singer sewing machine
                    Had come alive in her imagination 
                    Spinning furiously,
                    Long before she paid the clerk
                    And gleaming tiny roses, of pink, and blushing bands
                    Would take her for a lovely walk
                    Into the magic land of thread

~                  I remember how the floral fabric, spread out before our eyes 
                    Was a garden in florescent light
                    This fifty two inch wide bolted parade of blooms, 
                     Selvedge seamed, of gleaming polished cotton
                     Waited to enhance my first dance

~                  Before she even picked out a spool of thread
                    The pattern was laid out in her mind
                    It was almost as if the springtime dress, 
                    Could magically make itself

~                  She had held the pink against my face,
                    Then draped some around my shoulders
                    I felt myself float off the floor, 
                    And in my imaginary dream, I was Cinderella...
                    It was as if little bluebirds were wrapping me in garlands of love
                    While mother’s gentle touch
                    So lovingly, and skillfully….with her motorized magic wand
                    Was determined to fulfill my dream

~                 She would know, just the perfect touch, to make it divine
                    Just how it would gather around the waist
                    With a sash of blush, with a bow in the back
                    A neckline of lace, in a sweetheart design 
~                  And I think that she also knew, when we made all those plans
                    How love could last in each stitch, each thread of time

~                 The love expressed....in that rosy little dress
                    With every stitch that she sewed...
                    Would be part of the fabric of life that I knew
                                            My very first dance dress….
                                 ... a rose covered sun dress, sewn from the garden of love




___________________________________________________________________
For Anthony's Contest:  "Think Pink" 


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THIS MOTHER'S CHILD

In LOVE she conceived of you.
With JOY carried you.
And with PRIDE birthed you.

In LOVE she always conceives of you.
With JOY carried within.
And with PRIDE born of who you are.

In LOVE always conceive of yourself and others.
With JOY be carried through life.
And with PRIDE in who you are
Be the true expression
Of this mother's heart.



for SAMI AL-KHALILI-contest
Heart Warmth


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Tears of my mother

When my mother moaned
As she witnessed her daughter depart this life
I was touched by the glitter in her tears
        Tears of emancipated love,
         The sort ordinary in a woman
         That is not faked or imperfect;
But my father admonished me
That her tears were psychologically adulterated,
That her tears were meant to delude me-
After all fatality of a son is more devastating.
         I did not accept as true what father told me
         For I knew the lie in male psychology
         So I ran from him without looking back
And followed mother to her bedroom
And I wiped away the tears from her face:
         She was my mother
         And I was her son
I could not let her cry alone.


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The Greatest Gift Given

15 years old.
It was a brain tumor, they’d said.

Holding past the current;
undertow of reality slapping
my fragility cold –
(steel bars won’t hold water –
movement always finds its way)

O’, how the lies twist!

Twist like the dusty branches
on an old, gray apple,
holding appraising rooks 
from another’s waking nightmare.

Suicide, they tell me now.

A menagerie of years too late.
Oh…and by the way,
he’s not your real father;
your real father was dead to you
the moment he found out.

This guy’s just The Black-Maker –
(mother stealer; innocence taker)
a mass of dark waiting to fall;
waiting to burrow beneath light skin
(so dark, even the sun lost hope)

exponentially surrendering -
stuck on repeat.
The temper of blood lost, melting
my thin ice –
can you sense the coiled, un-leashed?

Like a waking May snake
tasting the indifferent air for the first time 
since snow;
out of its burrow, and striking 
its own skin ripe;
bleeding my vinegar still, sweet;

distilling a wicked brew (a science
experiment gone bad)
until the steel breaks
and every molecule of unoccupied space
is reduced to motes; unseen in the shadow
of its dying host.

A ticking time-bomb:
Sex, drugs, drinking – all manner
of loose cutting;
memory re-making, recapturing of
her long dead ghost, exhumed 
from its protective bed
of lies –

and how that double edge twists
to this day.
Only now, it twists in wind through 
my reclaimed space.
The sign across my chest reading,
OCCUPIED, instead of
SPACE FOR RENT.

37 years old.
It was suicide. This I know –
lies all told. But,
it was also her greatest gift –
her young life tolled; my life,
paid in full through the tears of time.

(dried up like an ancient river still baring 
the scars of once was…)
From one parent to their child,
the gift of life remains the greatest gift 
of all.

Nothing was ever taken from me.
No…only given -
un-leashed; un-bound; un-coiled.
My own struggle baring weight -
her wrongs come to my light -
I am the Light-Maker now,
and as straight and long as the journey
from one star to the next; and the next, and on.

I have stopped fighting my past and embraced it.
Thanks to all, (life/her/them/Him)
I am learned and open as renewed hope
from the heart
of God.


*For Michael's Un-Twisted contest. This is part of how I un-tiwsted what came to me twisted; 
how I un-did my knots, and gave thanks for those knots instead of trying to fight them.


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Mothers

Through veils of bright red pain
They bring us to this life;
Through tears and laughter
They love their small pink wonders
Through all those gates they must pass
On their way to full humanity.

They are lilac-love and discipline
Navigators of our stormy seas
Heedless of themselves for our sakes
And they bring us all the soft sweetnesses of home and hearth
That ever call for our return.

And so from every tongue
There falls the sacred one-word prayer
When the wide cold world affrights us
When the hand shakes, palsylike
And the heart beats hard against its cage:

     In deep of night
     When something unseen stirs
     The whispered hope is "Mother".
     When the flat grey weight of grief
     Lies hard across our shoulders
     The word that lifts the stone is "Mother".
     For scorch of stove, for frostbite sting
     We conjure cool and warm with "Mother".

     In the place for giving birth: "Mother".
     On the battlefield: "Mother".

Whatever pulls us to our knees 
To rudely remind us how small we be
In the Grand Scheme of Things,
The idea of her pulls us up again
For we are hers entire
In a way unique to her -
And things will be alright 
Because she says it shall be so,
And one may never     never     Never
Disappoint that Sacred One:

"Mother".


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Thank you dear God

Thank you dear God, or whoever it was, which gave me just you as my mother!
Thank you dear God, or whoever it was, who gave me the nicest mother anyone can ask for!
Thank you dear God, or whoever it was, who gave me a mother that took care of me!
Thank you dear God, or whoever it was, who gave me a mother which is always there for me in the ups and downs in life!
Thank you dear God, or whoever it was, who gave me a mother I can laugh and cry with!
Thank you dear God, or whoever it was, who gave me a good mother that I can share my life with.
Thank you dear mother that you are who you are! ("v")("v")
Love you mom!                                                    `v` `v` 







Deticated to my MOM on mothersday 12/02-12


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the story of my life

When i was about 5 i was put in to a SRS. I was there tell i was 7 and when i got out i move to my grandma and grandpa. When i was 9 my older brother started to beet me up every day and all day long and then when the beating he was giving me stop working he started doing other thing to me. When i was 12 i losted my grandma and then my grandpa didn't want nothing to do with use and still don't. i took my brother *****tell i was 15 then started to beat on him. My brother put me in jail for a few year because if the *****he made me do now i am 21 and have losted and got back the girl that i love and care about her name is Holli Sczenski. Her family don't want use together so they are making her choose between them or me she dues not want to have to choose between use she loves use both and i know it and her family know it but there still doing it. On top of all that my own family is going throw somethings as while my mom is not doing vary good and we may or may not lost her in the next few years.


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Letter to Mother - If I die before I wake

~ Letter to Mother ~ If I die before I wake To my mother I would write I never understood why you were so cruel ~ or why you had an iron fist rule Why you beat me till black and blue ~ for something as simple as not tying my shoe Why you were always enraged ~ why interest in my life you never engaged Why did I get the worst of the abuse ~ when I was the best behaved and did as you told me to Why did you fight to win custody back ~ when maternal instincts you knew you lacked Your torment instilled in me ~ fear, depression, insecurities, and anxiety This is the reason my judgment was flawed ~ mother you should be appalled Even though it was horrific living through this ~ I love you and for your pain to be healed I always wished Even though my body will be gone ~ Even though you may morn My heart is no longer scorn ~ I thank you for being born My life resulted in the lives of more ~ Lives that I love and adore This is the greatest gift you have given me ~ I don’t want or ask for more... I'm FREE Lay


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Mama Didn't Tell Me... (Anaphora)

Mama you did not tell me….
 I would be faced with days like this.
 Raising teen-age sons whose turning into thieves.

Mama you did not tell me….
 As I am fixing up my house, 
 Things would disappear all through-out the night.

Mama you did not tell me….
   There would be knocking at my door.
   Detectives standing tall and looking for my baby boy.

Mama you did not tell me….
   I would be faced with sleepless nights.
   Tossing and turning and wishing things were right.

Mama you did not tell me…..
  One day that you would be gone.
   I would be faced with life situations and feel so all alone.

Mama you did not tell me…..


       

  Facing the anniversery of my parents death. Packing up and
finding so many things missing. All I could hear is...Mama you didn't 
tell me....


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She went up to heaven holding the angels hands

She went up to heaven, holding the angel’s hand

My great grandma Hajia
Died and went to heaven
She is watching over me
With the weariness of 
A mother hen watching
Her newly hatched chicks
She likes it up there
She is having fun
With all the people there
She misses the people she
Left behind that day
In the room
The angels took away
Something I treasure so much
We miss her
I miss her
I will always love her
She went up to heaven
Holding the angels hands.


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10 Little fingers 10 little toes 2 little eyes

10 Little fingers 10 little toes 2 little eyes everyday they save a life.
Every day she will arise to go to work 9-5 flipping burger's and dunking fry's.
10 Little fingers 10 little toes 2 little eyes everyday they save a life.
Every day hold's a new surprise from those 10 little fingers 10 little toes and 2 little eyes.
one day shell realize 10 Little fingers 10 little toes 2 little eyes are not so little any more.
Those 10 little fingers get bigger and one has a ring on it.
Those 10 little toe's get bigger no longer barefoot a boot on each.
Those 2 little eyes no longer so little looking strait up the middle ready for combat.
10 Little fingers 10 little toes 2 little eyes everyday they save a life.
Her 10 Little finger's 5 little toe's 2 little eye's finally come home.
and like I said 10 Little fingers 10 little toes 2 little eyes saved Their life.


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Grandpa's Collage


Grandpa’s collage holds beloved memories.
Black-and-white photographs of long ago
strewn with tape and paste amid the glossy 
snapshots, shaping a man's love of family.
At first glance, one would think he created 
his patchwork of pictures in haste. But come, 
look closer; no image is placed by chance. 
Each scene shares a story his hands retraced - 
a joke, a kiss, a tear. See the toothless grins
of growing grandchildren with playful eyes, 
the knowing looks of elders and the effortless
laughter of generations, dear faces missed.
All familiar faces except for only one - 
the intruder with graceful features. Head held high, 
she wears her smile unfazed. I search her dark eyes 
for words unsaid, dazed. She is the grandmother
I never knew. Her portraits are puzzle pieces
that will never fit, but ones I cannot unglue 
or ignore; my grandpa’s attempt of tying us 
to a stranger. I love him more for trying…



For Craig Cornish's A Collage Held Dear Contest,
10/22/13

     


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My Darling Girl, My Black-Eyed Susan

My Darling Girl, 

your big dark eyes  met mine

against your pale skin and yellow hair

this name sang in my heart, Susan,

my Black-Eyed Susan.

A wild flower you’ll be, you’ll be a

kind friend,

loving wife,

strong mother,

sweet grandmother

and always you’ll be

my darling girl, my Black-Eyed Susan


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To my daughters

To my girls
I want you to know
That I see you
As equals on every level
Not just my daughters
My little pink princesses
I see you as young women
Powers within this world
With oceans to offer
A lifetime still to learn.

Live your lives
As though I was still with you
Be free and fearless
For you can see
Life is so short
Take all opportunities
And shape them to your dreams
You have all the tools
And I will be watching over you
Be good to one another
There are only two of you
The strength between sisters
Is a bond for life.

Your analytic minds
Will help you make good decisions
Fair and just rewards will ensue.
Your radiating hearts
Will gift you many friendships
Maybe special love
All in good time.

You will never be alone
For you have a deep sense of self
This will be fortified
With my passing
Your feet firmly planted
Will serve you well
Balancing the ups and downs
because that's how life is.
Always be true to yourself
Life will be true to you too.
Do not mourn my death
I am not going far away.

My illness has progressed
My time is nigh
There is a greater plan
One we cannot see
But we have had a great life
As mother and daughters
Our journeys together
live on in our memories.

My loves
I will hold you safe
In my heart
Now and forever
I will always be with you.


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A Pink Ribbon

You wake up to your mother’s loving voice.
She has a gift for you that she knows you’ll love.
You close your eyes and hold out your tiny hands.
You feel something soft, but cold to the touch.
At the sight of it you let out a squeal of delight.
A pink ribbon.

You wake up to your piercing alarm.
It’s your high school graduation day.
You notice your mother smiling in the doorway.
She has a gift that she knows you’ll love.
Eyes closed, you feel a familiar sensation around your wrist.
A pink ribbon.

You wake up to the soft sound of weeping.
You find your mother downstairs, heartbroken.
She was clutching two things in her hands.
The first was a letter from the hospital.
You saw the other and knew it could mean death,
A pink ribbon.

You wake up to a methodical beeping.
You’re in a hospital room with your mother.
She runs a hand over you shaven head.
She has a gift for you that she hopes you’ll love.
Eyesight blurred from tears, you know that feeling.
A pink ribbon.

You wake up to your mother’s loving voice.
Someone’s at the door for you.
At the sight of them let out a squeal of delight.
The march has come to you!
Every person has what you love.
A pink ribbon.


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Patradoot or The Messenger 35 /Many

Patradoot or the Messenger     35/Many……….

English version by Ravindra K Kapoor 
Originally written in Hindi by my 
Late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor



The moment she would notice during her plays,
She would shout   ‘ltter’  ‘ltter’* in her broken voice,
Showing the expressions of amazing happiness, dear letter,
Because you would be arriving, from her father’s place, dear.

Her innocence would come out from her expressions,
And from the melody of her broken words, dear,
When, she in her lisping sweet and broken voice,
Would express her affection for her father, dear letter.

While adoring and loving you in her sweet little mind,
She would take you towards east, dear letter,
To tell her mother that you have come, she would,
Convey that in her broken sweet words to her mother.

Filled with the happiness given by the girl child, 
In the garden, you keep moving towards the door, 
Till you reach and see my beloved sitting there,
Singing a lullaby for her darling child, dear letter.

Keeping her eyes on the front door with hopes,
She was praying for me from police atrocities,
With wishes and hopes in her mind, dear letter,
She would be waiting with love in her eyes for me.

Ravindra

Kanpur India      Sept 2010                     continues in 35.


*Ltter.     Letter.

Protected as per Poetry Soup’s copy write protections 

Note:
If any reader who is not a member of Poetry soup
Has any question or queries, they can 
Send me an email on kapoor_skk@yahoo.com

Patradoot in Hindi was originally written by my late father 
Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor around  1932, who was a freedom fighter.

He wrote Patradoot in Hindi, when he was kept in Faizabad Jail for quite
a long time. The Epic was written as a gift for my mother and it was
sent to her secretly from Faizabad Jail. He was imprisoned
by the British, as he was fighting for India's freedom 
under the leadership of Mahatma Gandhi. He was imprisoned 
many times during 1920 to 1947. After India’s
independence as a true follower of Gandhi Dr. Amar Nath 
Kapoor left active politics and devoted rest of his life in 
writing easy mass literature and wrote many Dramas, 
Poetry books, epics. All his other literary 
works were mainly written from 1955 to 1990. 
He left this mortal world in 1994. 





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Divine Mushroom of Immortality

Psilocybin psychotropica,
you are a gateway to immortality,
a gateway to angelic states of euphoria
spreading open the wings of our glands,
breaking the bondage of mind-ego,
pushing thoughts closer to God.

Ah yes,
flies lick the cap,
then they dance in drunkenness,
making them so much easier to crush.
Blast those dirty flies
and the plagues carried upon their tongues-
miniature horsemen
galloping forth from the saliva
of these vile, winged beasts.
-Thou shalt not kill-
But kill only those disgusting flies,
please, kill them all!
Yes, kill them all!

Everything else should live.
Even inanimate stones breathe,
just as trees 
can hear us passing by.
Atoms waver, pulse,
twisting all about,
until reality can be seen as a 
gigantic interconnected organism,
constantly moving and breathing.
Breathing.

Rudolf the Red Nosed Reindeer
showed his patch of magical mushrooms
to the rest of the gang,
sharing the secret of flight,
enabling dear Santa Claus 
to fly around the world,
spreading the joy of psilocybin psychotropica
with everyone else.
Oh, the wonders of Christmas!
Lights and sounds
warping,
morphing
into scents and colours.
Rascally little elves
causing havoc in the kitchen,
spiking the eggnog with spores-
and we grow tall,
we grow small,
we are having a ball,
jumping through mirrors,
flirting with Alice,
exchanging recipes of cookies, cakes and brownies,
visions of sugarplums dancing through our heads.

Never want to go back,
the rabbit hole is st r  e  t   c   h    i     n      g,
exit seems so far away
as angels fluff pillows
for our sleepy heads to rest upon.
We dream,
talk with the dead,
watch spirits enter wombs
at the point of conception,
so that Grandmother can be reborn again.
And again and again and again-
an infinite string of galactic spirituality
waiting inside of this manna,
eternal life found in the spores of the 
Divine Mushroom of Immortality.





*I do not advocate substance abuse,
instead I am describing a Shamanic vehicle of spirituality.
When ingesting magic mushrooms,
especially potent strains like Muscaria Angelica,
make sure to be around people who you trust
and stay away from artificial lighting and television....


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My Mothers Cry

My mother's cry is a 
long hated diary. 
Loneliness is the 
cause of her nightmares. 

My father was selfish 
with his needs 
but gracious with his wants, 
my mother's anger 
is deflated by her mistakes.


She smiles at the 
soiled sweetness of her 
story, her carelessness is 
distracted from her truth, 
her punishment is her steps 
drifting toward the same door. 

My father's care is
sequestered 
by his lack of loving.
My mother needing his love, 
and my father never willing 
to let it go from his side.


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The Jellyfish Chronicles

Beneath my tendrils,
Hidden by waves of despair
Lie Souls lost in storms nightmare
No cross, or family visitors,
 Except crabs and eels 
And curious seals

Picking away at the last semblance
That made them once human
The seas sermon, their last chaplain
A sunken boat, company for the last captain

The sea has many secrets
And I know her spirit well
For I am the last witness
To ships that sink
To gulls that die
To hear the whales that cry
To see the births,
Far away from man’s eye
 
I cast my shawl
Up mountains hidden
By current and canyon
I watch with my many eyes 

The dolphins panic caught in trawlers net
Whose whistle, the final lament
Asphyxiation the cruel torment

The finless shark, the once proud ruler of this realm
Writhes in clouds of blood, while enemies swoop
Victim to another’s, gourmet soup

All is secret, for the sea hides many things
Her coral cities and sea horse prairies
But locked away in Davies locker
Oil and gas, 
The treasure and the waste
She is the mother of all,
And the reaper of her domain

And I am left to wonder
For her embrace is mine to share
 For I am the jelly fish, and I am a witness
To all who have wronged
This place where I belong

And now I see the virgin iceberg
A last paradise where man is not welcome
Leave my mother be, and leave her children’s kingdom

Let the cold be her knight,
Let the bears rule the night
And let nature be the light.
For I am just a jellyfish

Wandering my home, the sea,
You go to yours and let mine be.
For the sea will always be a part
Of you, and  me.
And that is how, to respect my home, the sea

Footnote: Thejellyfish has over twenty eyes, more than any other creature on the planet 


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bittersweet

so this is the way the night tastes... looking back I couldn't tell, in pencil at the beginning worn flights of steps, from before the war smaller, until they were gone but in the mirror, my hands gold rims, bare here and there out of an echo, knowing not long after flecked with red, blue in the depths, and polished... I see clearly all the pieces of the flower it was late when we started plates stacked on shelves next to the questions one at a time once there was a horizon no color except for gray at a perfect distance from each other almost a thousand years later almost in plain sight in the summer fields waiting it would climb up as a shadow we planned to wait and to whatever is still standing the eggshell of light before dark what was there before remained closed on its own along the ridge of the barn roof only she had forgotten her name a dried branch of bittersweet lace on drop-leaf tables I could not remember part memory, part distance leading me to the lake shore invisible under the hood
_______________________________________________________ Inspired By Charlotte's Contest: "Cut-up/Collage Poems" and randomly "snipped" from a book by W.S. Merwin 2/27/14


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A Snipe and A Marksman

Once there was a marksman 
He was in the woods to hunt
He met a snipe as he was on his way.
Snipe said “don’t hunt my kids if you confront them”
As they have gone in the forest to play”.
The marks said, “ Alright”
He took a few steps and came back
He asked the snipe, “But how shall I know they’re your kids?
Tell me something about what they look like?”
Or any other marks on their bodies?	 
Oh, Marksman, they’re the most beautiful kids!
Nodding not to shoot them, went on his hike
When he returned to the same spot
Where he has met the snipe
He held a string of young snipes
Looking at the string holding her own kids
The snipe started crying looking at her dead kids.
Oh, why didn't you shoot me in my kids’ stead?
I’ve shot the ugly I could find instead.
The snipe said “Woe to me, don't you know” fool”?
Moms think their children the most beautiful”.

                   +++++++
June 21, 2014   (Originally posted on 11/23/11)
Form : Free Verse 
Dr. Ram Mehta
Second Place Win
Contest: Story poem by Carol Eastman


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On Turning Eight

The whole idea of it makes me feel
Like my childhood is over
That I will walk into the world,
Empty-handed
Maybe I should just give up
And never get to be a kid
That small slice of hope
Could save me from ever having to mature
And be my own person
No longer attached to my mom
Like she is my charger
And I am a phone and 
I would die without her

You tell me what to do,
But that is because you have forgotten
That I am eight
And you can’t control me
But I can lie in bed and remember every digit
At four I was a woman,
I could give birth
At two, a cat
Prowling around the house 
At six, a wizard,
The best one around.

But now I am mostly staring at that little LED
Screen of my phone.
Back then, I played outside
And my book never sat sadly,
On my desk,
As it does today.
The small words, fading into black.

“This is the beginning of responsibility”
I say to myself, as I do my chores.
Time to say good-bye to sleeping in
Time to get good grades

It seems only yesterday I used to
Make forts, with sheets,
Protecting them from monsters
But now when I make forts,
I watch them crumble,
At the monster’s victory


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i only wish

                                                              she's beautiful, 
                                                         with hair dark and deep.
                                         i imagine me running my fingers through it.
                                                    i imagine kissing her cheeks.
                                                         ive wanted her forever.
                                                           i need her right now.
                                                            but she's like a bird
                                                      nobody can tie her down.
                                   i wish i had her with me. so i can tell her these things. 
                       and i also wish i could tell my mom, who would be so disapointed in me.
                                      i only wish i could come out and scream to the world.
                                                "I DON'T CARE I'M IN LOVE WITH A GIRL!"
                                                 i only wish that my mother could see, 
                            that even though i might be gay, i still want her to love me.
       so tonight ill call her, my lover (if that) and fight with her when she ccalls herself fat.
                                            i laugh along with her, and talk about her day.
                       then my mom will burst through the door crying. then i'll tell her, im gay.


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EMMA

Up in that old attic are an antic Raggedy Ann Doll and a rocking chair well used by my grandmother.
Grand she was and as great as she to be; she instilled value and principality.

Up in that attic is an old Raggedy Ann Doll and an antic rocking chair my great grandmother rock from.
Short in statue but tall in her stance, my great grandmother guidance departed wisdom.

In that attic is all kind of memories of how my great grandmother and I loved each other as family.
Friends bonded and she as a life-long mentor, in that old attic resides expressive art.

In a far corner that was east to the sun stood a portrait of my great grandmother.
Knowledgeable was the face with eyes of hazel brown painted at the age of seventy-five (75). 
The reminiscence of youth is a mural seen as I sat down in the rocking chair thinking… (“Mama, let’s read The Bible together.”)   

In this old attic is love unknown because of the time I had with my great grandmother before she was beacon home.


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For you Mom

Just when things are about to turn ugly
Just when things are about to go wrong
You make things right, oh Mom
You protect your loving son.
Just when I am about to cry,
Just when I am about to lie,
Your love gives me a reason to fight,
You make me stand upright.
You have been my guiding light,
My savior during those devastating storms,
You have kept my raft from sinking Oh Mom,
You have been my urge to smile when things went wrong.
Sometimes things go bad,
I fight with you and make you sad,
I made you cry so many endless times,
But still you have selfless love for your child.
Oh Mom, will you forgive me for the mistakes I make?
Will your love for me always be the same?
You know I am the most stupid boy in this world.
Your only stupid child. 
So many I times I wanted to say,
Hold you tight and never let you go away,
So many times I wanted to confess,
You are my God during my distress.
So many times I cried,
Thinking about the days I shouted at you and went by,
So many times I felt in my heart,
You are my truest love,
My only love for life.


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To Be Like You

You have the eyes of the innocent
I can see that your heart is pure 
Which means to me that I shall 
Follow you all the days of my life
And copy  in all that you do
I shall mimic everything about you 
I should wear my hair like you do
I should wear my clothing as you do
For my mother once told me 
If I want to get to heaven 
Then I must be more like you
Does this mean my own mother 
Loves you more then she loves her blood
If in fact this is so then I should follow you 
All the days of my long , long,  lonely life
Yes, in fact, I should want to be you 
Now I will sit, think , and plot to be like you
In fact I will put a spy cam on you to know 
Just exactly what you are up to when alone
I must be careful that you don't see what I do
There are those who take it the wrong way
Then in fact  one day I will  become you 
Then my mother will love me too !



Sept. 9  2010  Monday 6pm


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My Gift

It turns out, I'm still a little kid.
The little kid who cries.
The little kid who's afraid.
The little kid who clings on to mom.
The little kid who falls every time he runs.
The little kid who gets bruises, wounds, scars--- patching band aids over it.

Now I understand.
I understand why She would leave me, while dropping my siblings off to school
She didn't have enough.
She would come back and bring Champorado. Spaghetti when she has enough.
She would help me dress for school: putting socks over my feet, fix my imperfect uniform, give me kisses for luck.
At times, I would cry when she drops me off.
At times, I would cry with them, every time their parents drop them off.
Most of the time, I would be very happy to see her there, standing, waiting for me.
She would carry me when I didn't have the energy.
She would carry me whenever I'm sick.
She would carry me to show affection.

She didn't have enough.
She works hard every day.
She works hard to keep the house clean.
She works hard to keep the fridge full.
She prays hard to survive.
She prays hard for guidance.
She prays hard for strength.
She raised us with her own bare hands.
She was our father.
She is my Mom.


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Boo

"This is now bone of my bone and flesh of my flesh; She shall be called woman because she
was taken out of man." 
"Therefore shall a man leave his father and his mother and shall cleave onto his wife and
they shall be one flesh." 
(genesis chapter 2 verses 23 & 24)


One flesh, one bone, all one body and soul,
onto our lives it is now just you and I, my wife.

All my pride comes from you,  boo.
You complete me!!

Baby, we are meant to reach the heavens together.
Meant to hold our vows well onto our spiritual journey.

Spread your canvas let me paint our love, 
open your mind, what I know is not enough.

Everlasting devotion, is the meat of my vow.
I'm am yours for eternity, if you'll allow

Long walks on the beach, our picnic under the willow tree.
You're the inspiration behind so much of my poetry.

" And Adam called his wife Eve because she was the mother of all the living."
(genesis chapter 3 vs 20)

Jared Pickett
2/28/2010
Asavvy1


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I Hear My Mothers Voice

I hear my mother's voice 
among cracked eggshells 
and broken dreams 

her tears flowing quietly 
with acceptance 
upon my cheeks 

as I strive 
for a different lot 
than the one once 
allowed 

I hear disappointment
in the long pauses 
of her sighs 

with just that ache 
that always yearns 
for so much more 

I hear the excuses 
tripping from 
sullen lips 
trying to curve 
into a smile 

but denial 
weights it down 
in corners where she 
was pigeoned holed 

I hear my mother's voice 
as I speak in words 
I don't wish to hear 

with inflections 
I don't wish to feel
and with outcomes 
I never wish to 
realize 

and so I strive to find 
my own voice 
among the constant clatter 
of memory and probability 

searching to define myself 
separately 
with her voice to guide 
instead of control

my destiny...



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Song of a Teenage Girl 1/2

PRELUDE

The song expresses the feelings of an Indian village girl. Her parents have fixed her
marriage (It generally happens in the rural areas of India, even to-day). She is about to
leave for the first time for her in-law’s place. She do not want to go to her  father in
law’s place leaving her parents, her soul mates friends the animals and birds.  The song
sketches the tender feelings of her heart for her Mother, Father and Brother & for the
animals and birds, whom she used to look after until now as her most precious friends and
who taught her how to sing a sweet song.  

Song of a Teenage Girl      1/2


Why you are sending me to an alien place, the place of my in laws, O Mother dear and Father,

I played and enjoyed my child hood and youth, in your courtyard O dear Mother & Father,

You always kept me on your eyelids like a pearl of tears,

O Mother, you always kept me close to your bosom, like the beatings of heart, where I laughed and bloomed. 

O Father, after quarrelling with my brother, I used to weep for hours, 

Whenever you call my name, I used to be so proud of you, O my dear Father.

O Father, by seeing a smile on your face, we used to bloom like a flower.

Then,  why you are sending me to an alien place*   O My Mother and Father *,


Please listen to me, O dear Father & Mother, if you have already decided to send me to my in-laws,

-Now you have to give food and water to the Parrots on the Tree.


-O, Mother you have to give now fodder and water to our Cow in our courtyard.

-And do not forget to give grains to our oxen Chun Mun, whom I look after in our fields.

-My melody singing Koyal* would be sitting and waiting for me on the Mango tree.

O Mother, it is Koyal,   who taught me how to sing a sweet song,

Please do not forget to look after that lovely singing bird.

Listen to me, O My dear Father & Mother, if you have already decided to send me to my in laws,

All my birds, animals and my childhood friends would be waiting for me with tearful eyes, O Mother,

Please tell them your daughter has left this place forever and has gone,

To her in laws, a place so alien to her.   ....  concluded in part 2             

Ravindra

Kanpur  India. 17th October 2010    			


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Boxing day

Perhaps you see me
it may be your gift to see
or merit for hard work
or maybe you paid for it with the lashings you endured
but surely it is now your inescapable wretched curse
as the truth haunts you
but you cannot close your eyes
like me.

It is my fault I am as this
to be as false as I am
false is my name
I cannot love that
I have buried it inside
and run away
because it is too ugly
easier to smile and pretend.

My grandmother saw it in my blackened soul
clever and easy to lie
she hurt me
made me ashamed
and broken
to protect the world and even me
but her tricks did not work
because I have killed too many hearts
and poisoned those that survived
even my own.

I am cold
and it is right I have suffered so
because I lost my heart
and replaced it with a ticking clock
that pretends to beat like a happy butterfly
and tries to convince me I have feelings
that I cannot reach
I am a masquerader of abundant hollow emotions
that laugh and smile and cry
but I never face myself
in the dark alone
because there is nothing to see without a light
my flame has no fuel
unless I suck it from another's bloody neck.

I do not know myself
because I cannot bear to look
but I hate myself as much as you hate me
and you should
because every love I'm given
is less for the world
I am a black hole
I give to get
like Hansel and Gretel's keeper
I only give love
to fatten up my lover
and open her precious tender trusting heart
so that I can consume it in eventual flames
and steal all of their future hope
and faith in humanity.

And I don't know how to stop
and am too afraid to stop myself
with the knife I keep hidden
but never have the courage to use
because I am a dark monster
that pretends to be inviting
like a pristine beach
on a boxing day morning
beckoning humanity
to my shoreline
so I can consume them
with my hungry tsunami
and leave them writhing in pain
with all hope in shambles.

Rescuers arrive in love
one after another
I greet them with open arms
as if I am deserving
needy
blinded behind my veil
pretending to myself until it is too late
and just as they almost open my heart
I swallow them under my next crushing wave.


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Whisper's

                                      WHISPER’S

April rain fell like whispers on grass,
Soft and light like a half felt apology.
Dark clouds wafted overhead in shamed silence.
Distressed by a cold winter’s return. 
Daffodils wept and bowed in fading despair,
My Father’s favourite plant was slipping away. 
As my Father had done and now my Mother too
Lost to a world of cold whispers and sorrow. 

Dead flowers I had placed on their grave so light
Were fading like a memory, a star un-bright.

Still the rain whispered but failed to cleanse,
The grit of sorrow that inhabits my heart.


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Victorian poverty crime and squalor

Born into a life of poverty crime and squalor
where hunger and cold winds bite
and disease is rife
and it was a daily battle to stay alive
and find some food to stay alive.

Uneducated illiterate caught in the poverty trap
drinking polluted water
from the same polluted cholera riddled tap.

An impoverished woman
sells her body for a cheap bottle of Gin
and a lodging for the night
while a pickpocket and mutcher
ever watchful
look for a pocket to alight.

The deafening clunk and clatter
of horses and carts on the cobbled ground
and shouts from the street market traders
echo all around.

Children play and run through the narrow
crowded streets
dressed in rags no shoes upon their feet
The putrid stench from the gutter
and thick choking bellowing
smoke from factories
make one heath and make it hard to breath.

Dilapidated hovels and buildings
covered in black soot
horse manure and raw sewage 
under foot.

Beggars with large mournful eyes
reach out pleadingly to the passing gentry
to fill their empty bowls with plenty.

A peeler pins a notice of a forthcoming hanging
at the local Gaol for the few who can read
upon a rusty nail.

A  Mother desperate to feed her hungry children
steals a loaf of bread from a market stall
but is soon captured  in the sprawl.

The judge sentences her to 10 years
penal servitude far over sea in Botany bay
but she dyes aboard the ship of fever
upon the way.

Her 9 children are sent to the workhouse
for the poor to gain some education
and work hard behind it's hellish door
never to see their Mother or escape poverty
ever more.


Peter Dome.copyright.2012.


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Hope

The phone rings innocently.
Who is at the other side?
Could be no one then yet a peculiar feeling tells
me it is the bearer of bad news.
Still I answer hoping I am wrong.
My mother is ill, trapped between two worlds; 
the worlds of fear and courage.
My ears hear every word but my mind has created a 
sudden barrier that nothing seems to
penetrate like some sort of
steel web of unwanted denial.
Fear floods my body like a torrent
river flow, eroding strength
and stability.
How much longer can I bare it?
Never it seems but hope still glimmers 
regardless of how dim.
Miles are between us, 
I feel numb and unexpectedly lost.
Where am I?
It’s certainly not here in the presence 
of fallen angels.
The bell of hope strikes a sharp note creating a 
gentle chime awaking my
senses to the news,
they are sharpened making
the fear of loss suddenly
commanding, corrupting my
inner strength making it weak.
I continue to listen all the 
while my body is screaming
in protest.
The voice stopped, I hung up,
the pain and fear never lessened.
Time went by all the while my
mind was constantly in a state
of anguish and grief.
Endless stories were created,
each one worse than the last.
My family begun to shatter like
a broken mirror, reflecting only
the scars of misery and needless
hurt.
Hope still glimmered but appeared
distant and out of reach.
My mind grew tender, endless misery
has eaten away at my last thoughts
of happiness.
The sting of fear created heartache
for the bond between mother and child
was nearly severed,
severed by the hands of
an unwanted deity.
A deity of life itself.



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Meeting Expectations

From a tender age I felt a strain with my mother
She labelled me “highly strung” I irritated her!
I struggled through life, desperate for her affection
The harder I tried to please, the greater the divide.
She loved my brothers, I could never understand
Saddened, I turned to my father, he was my rock.
I chalked it down to not meeting her expectations.

Years passed, I ended the struggle with mother
I married and was blessed with children of my own.
Realising that each child is unique, so different
I wondered for years how this could be so......
They were both born from us, the same parents
We raised them with the equal values and norms
The opposites they are, never ceases to amaze me.

I love my children, embrace their individuality.
Encourage them to be free, to be just as they are.
My children will always be treated as equals
Loved unconditionally, I have no expectations
Forever proud of these two powers in my world
I remain in awe at the achievement of them!


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And I her child (Epistle)

She is the Mother of all that is, 
and I her child. 
She is the gatekeeper between all that was 
and all that shall be,
within the mystery of the known and unknown, 
and the time between everything and nothing.

She is the cauldron of power,
the inspiration offered to seekers of light.
In Her breast is the key to the hidden secrets
and I have returned to Her domain.
In her temple She waited for me as I drifted through time,
she waited, 
in the certainty that I would remember 
and in Her temple She awakened my soul.

In Her embrace I relived Her ancient secrets
and recalled the mysteries of creation
in primal instincts of mother and child.
She is the creator of all and I am Her child.
Yet I had forgotten my mother, 
lost in the maze of life I searched for the light, the truth 
and she found me. 
She knew my name before I was born, 
and when I called Her name, 
She came to me. 
I am born of the Goddess, 
and the Goddess is within me.


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West Side Story, My Brothers, Mother and Me

I cried for them this afternoon
Knew them since the matinee started
Saw them fall in love
At first sight, the world stopped
Everything was silent at the sight of it
They looked and were lovers
Later that day on their knees
Repeating vows that till today
They saw only in throw away plays
I cried for them, their lost love
But not for mother whose long life ended
By the Yankee Sluggers creeping disease
What was there to cry about?
As the blue ice calved from glacier slabs
Creased iron plates, made orphans, widows
And most aboard but not me or my mother
Or the yet unborn twice told tale
Tony was told she died, frantic with fear
He called out for her but got Chino instead
Saw her running to him, delirious with fear and joy
He got a bullet instead, tearing threw his back
Breaking his heart in half he fell into her arms
She covered his face with kisses and tears
And I too wept again for what could have been
What should have been for mother, died without my tears                                   
For I knew not how to give!
Instead to those I gave tears so freely
But I knew them since the matinee started
Who cried for my three brothers
Charley, like Marley dragged his chains around
And spent a life time sawing them off, Michael who fell
From heaven one day, curly hair and welcoming smile
Orphaned by mother who just gave him away
Brain dead one day in June, the rest followed six months to the day
Brother Tom, large lonesome eyes never saw what the world wondered.                             Water boarded at age five, he left and never returned
Last month got cancer and died exactly one month later.
I cried today for the matinee lovers,
When I should have cried for them. 

 


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The Whittler

Upon his grandfather's rocking chair 
on the porch in the cool crisp air
sits a man with a special gift.
For he can see the soul of a tree
within a piece of wood upon his knee.

His pile of cedar gives off a sweet smell.
He picks through the pieces, eyes closed,
his touch feels what is enclosed.
As if he were to reach within the wood 
by pulling  it apart  from its protective bark 
and removing what’s inside from the dark.
The Whittler will release this soul from its cage!

Each meticulous movement of the knife in hand
is meant to bring out something so grand.
After hours of work, fingers cramping into knots
the soul held within in this piece arose
to be a magnificent fully blossomed rose.

Beautiful just like the ones his gram 
planted beneath her father's old cedar tree, by hand.


Adam Hapworth, With These Hands, 12/13/2013, Image #3


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A Sinner Like God

“I have forgiven mother”
She tarries with hope
that the good woman will pray her clemency for her own sins, 
but that hour is expired; 
Gee grew a strong wit
"Mother is no longer my burden"
Jesus came from hard conscience to corroborate her lies
The WORD written in black and white:
“Us twain is now one; for this reason I depart from her”
Three moons less than time in the safety of the womb is slight

In the past mother was necessity, 
but she grew weary of the pace;
her birth city received her
The old Jewish woman was left
with stage three pressure ulcers
while the twain bender in Atlantic City
Their backsides were not masked by mother’s conformity
My mother's now defiant fingers work dutifully in another excrement, 
goat stool in her callaloo garden

Before the recession, money was tossed in all directions;
I took hold of a few green ones.
She lived to outdo her alliance, 
but high seat killed Miss. Thomas’ cat
Mother watched her outshone the Jones
The recession was never her downfall;
immorality got the better of her. 
Jesus was overlooked
“put the WORD to work,
compensate the guardian of your youth”

She had to let a nation know how well off she was
Her enemies know her silver spoon was achieved
Her splurges buried ethics, and smiles were wide as graves
She let me know in scripts:
“A new being I am now; My shine is unlike years ago”
Vanity is not here in show, but her heart remains the same
Like the Jewish elder, mother is spurned 
with bruising on her heart.


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Sweetest Sound

I'm very young, mother reads
her voice leads my imagination
romantic, fantastic
sweet, like cake
 
I'm twenty-eight,
hold my son and read
familiar poems, tales
from an orange book
 
echoes


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Will We Know Him

Will We Know Him?

Will we know Him if He stood in front of us?
If He walked by us on the street?
Will we know Him?
If we have a chance to meet Him in our  lifetime?
In that split second that we meet Him?
Our eyes met for the first time?
Will we know Him?
Yes reading the moment we stood side by side?
Our smiles are very clear
Our heart jumps around
Yes we do know Him?
That look, and that feeling
When we know we've found our home
Yes we do know Him
Yes we know what to say to Him
As we walk away together
Yes we know Him as He knows us His children
We are finally together

Rev. Samuel Mack, OMS
Copyright 2013

http:paladinnews1.blogspot.com


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In Gods arms

Month one

Mommy

I am only 8 inches long

but I have all my organs.

I love the sound of your voice.

Every time I hear it

I wave my arms and legs.

The sound of your heart beat

is my favorite lullaby.

Month Two

Mommy

today I learned how to suck my thumb.

If you could see me

you could definitely tell that I am a baby.

I'm not big enough to survive outside my home though.

It is so nice and warm in here.

Month Three

You know what Mommy

I'm a boy!!

I hope that makes you happy.

I always want you to be happy.

I don't like it when you cry.

You sound so sad.

It makes me sad too

and I cry with you even though

you can't hear me.

Month Four

Mommy

my hair is starting to grow.

It is very short and fine

but I will have a lot of it.

I spend a lot of my time exercising.

I can turn my head and curl my fingers and toes

and stretch my arms and legs.

I am becoming quite good at it too.

Month Five

You went to the doctor today.

Mommy, he lied to you.

He said that I'm not a baby.

I am a baby Mommy, your baby.

I think and feel.

Mommy, what's abortion?

Month Six

I can hear that doctor again.

I don't like him.

He seems cold and heartless.

Something is intruding my home.

The doctor called it a needle.

Mommy what is it? It burns!

Please make him stop!

I can't get away from it!

Mommy! HELP me!

Month Seven

Mommy

I am okay.

I am in God's arms.

He is holding me.

He told me about abortion.

Why didn't you want me Mommy?

Every Abortion Is Just . . .

One more heart that was stopped.

Two more eyes that will never see.

Two more hands that will never touch.

Two more legs that will never run.

One more mouth that will never speak.

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The Backside of Killington Mountain

Killington Mountain, one of the largest Ski resorts in New England.
With its webbing of trails, dotted with colourful kaleidioscopic ski outfits;
racing to the Castle they call a Base Lodge.

My Cabin is atop a mountain across two valleys from Killington's backside
I can see the untamed, wild and free side of Mother Nature's: True being
Where deers have no fears, and the Bald Eagle soars Free

I once did a recue mission there, and when all were safe, I walked
Into the forrest of Nature,where mankind had never before intruded
I walked where the Deer, Bed. where the eaglets squawked for food

I saw the Black Bear awake; "Good Morning Mrs. Black Bear"she Yawned
And walked away.I heard the Evergreens giggle as melting snow ticked Pines
The Serenity,Tranquility,enveloped me in Nature's Wonder of the World.
      Inspired by Linda(PD) with her Contest: 7 Wonders of the Ancient and
                     New World. This POEM is one of my 7 Wonders.
This is Dedicated to all POETS who have written about the Autrocitys of 
Mankind to "  Nature or THE Beauty of Mother Nature in Rhyme "
                           This is not a Contest Entree


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The Cozzie Switch

My golden dog,
two days after his death
I can still smell his fur
in my nose,
in my brain.
After frantic efforts,
we shared his last breath.
I watch the life leave
his eye.
His name was Cosmos and
I think there is a switch
on the spirally DNA
that's turned on more
for some than most.
Those that have it must beware
that it can take them
to their deaths.
Those that love them must be aware
that it can take them
to their death.
Cozzie's mother knew,
it is typical of the breed
to have the switch turned on.
She always held back a little perhaps
knowing where her genes
could take her.
I always sensed a certain sadness
as her doofus son bounced around
trying to please her,
please me,
please everyone!
Lick,licks, licks,
a thousand licks,
even for the cats he shared
a household with.
I think that his mother knew
where it would all end,
out on a walking trail
on a beautiful day,
doing what Cozzie love best,
pulling us all down the trail,
determined always to be first,
dutifully stopping at stop signs,
ready to take off
when given the "O.K".
There came a time in every walk,
that I didn't take seriously enough, 
when he would say, "enough!",
and lay panting in the weeds,
embarrassed to be seen, 
and we would wait,
until he was ready
to resume the lead,
apologetically wagging his tail,
for the momentary delay.
This was a normal day and 
I trusted nature to set the boundaries
never suspecting that Cozzie's switch
was turned too high,
pushing him beyond endurance,
just to please.
The day came when his big body
collapsed in the weeds,
and he could not get up,
panting for his life,
and apologized to the end,
for his inability to please.
If only we could hold back those
with the Cozzie switch
and make them understand
that half a big heart
is enough.


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The Teen

How do you say you love them?
They declare they don’t need you.
Then they ask if their clothes are clean.
You fix their lunch, and then they tell you to go away.
You give them lunch money so others won’t see you’ve fixed their lunches.
You give them the car, yet they won’t call to say they’ve arrived safely.
You tell them to pay attention when driving, but learn with the first real scare.
They say they can drive, then will wreck the car in the first year of solo driving.
They hug their girlfriends, but don’t want you around.
They need you in troubles, but can’t stand you in peace.
They go beyond the limits, then sneer at your demands.
They need help but won’t listen to your advice.
They need help but will try to do it all alone.
They want to be on their own, but depend on you.
They go off alone, but will keep coming back for yet a while.
They love you but will never say so.
They hate the situation they’re in, but aren’t ready to leave.
They think they’re ready for everything, but they’re not.
They think they’re ready to be alone, but the world won’t let them be.
I love my teen and will worry when he finally leaves.
His relief will be tinged with fear.
He will always be welcome back home, but may not come.
I will miss him and he will miss me, though he will never admit it.
He thinks I don’t understand how things are today, because I’m old.
Technology changes, but the emotions of growing up are always the same.
Needing to go forward, but feeling trapped remains the same with each generation.
Being held back by time, conventions, laws, and rules never changes.
I understand, they’re just too young to realize that I do.
I do understand, because I’m already standing in the world he wants to enter.
You will know they care after they’ve left home and call home to hear your voice.
Someday they may even come home, kiss you, and say thanks.

Contest: Coming of Age  2nd place


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What youth doesn't know or care to know

Oh, how we keep
adjusting
the level of our
expectations
as, age, sickness, and
loss of dreams
take their toll.
You ask what it matters,
if you do not graduate.
Truth to tell, little,
in these times,
in this society.
School is only one 
small measure of success,
imperfect at that.

But for a mother,
whose life has been 
a weary negotiation
between poverty
and expectations,
the apparent success 
of her children
becomes the last measure
of a life's value.

You, in your determination
not to have anyone
judge the value 
of your young life
until you hit your
high expectations
refuse to give
one small gift
to one that has lost hers


























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Your Melodious Memories

Whole night you were in my musing
Everything forgets except your face
Today I'm late at bed
No one to wake me early
When i saw you in far
Corner of dry, dark sky
My heart gets torn,
Eyes can't stop flowing
We are missing you "Mom"...

He left the world you leave
Don't talk,
Rough movement and even
His smiles erased.
Still waiting for you every eve at the gate
The old breezed love
Can't take the pain.

My small brother asks me
When you will come?
Your daughter loss
All her faith and joy.

I can't see their faces
It's remind me you,
Your love
Babbling
Chattering before bed to rig up mosquito-curtain
Run after me while going to work!
My heart seems to burst
And blow up with grief...
I miss you at my every step,"Mom"

He was empty before you
Again fall into nothingness
They lost their playmate
I lost my best friend !

Nobody forbids me,
No one says don't do this
The call from back to return soon is vanished
Sometimes i feel so lonely,
My soul intends to cries out
Like a simple child
And pray to you,"Please come back Mom"
If not possible to punish me
Make me cry once !

Aaborta Dey
This poem is based on death of one of my friend's Mom and i feel more love to my parents when i read this.


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A Squirrels Tears

How do I describe such distress?
A squirrel sat on a lower limb,
His mother had chased him from the nest.
His heart was broken, in upheaval, a mess.
His home gone. His mother turning her back so new.
Oh what, oh what will he ever do?
Each breath he takes is a mighty gulp,
Then the sound so soulful with every shout.
Cries of pain were so deeply felt, 
That every bout rips my heart inside out.
It renders me tearful to hear the sounds flow…
The need to help him drives me so,
How could his mother yield such a blow?
But he is wild and won’t let me help his woe.
A human I’d hold so warm and tight.
I’d build a nest for him if it were right.
But I know he won’t accept my help, 
As he cries on and on in his plight.
For an hour he tore my heart to shreds…
Then finally a young squirrel came from another tree, instead.
Together they ran off fulfilling his needs…
His cries stopped. He’d found what he wanted with those pleas…
Now if mankind could only help those in need, with such simplicity.


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' MY ORIGIN '

============================================================== ~*~ " one blood's flowing in veins ... one heart's beating in rhythm - a MOTHERLY LOVE " thirsty? blood is here to quench my thirst hungry? starving? body's here to fill my tummy life is here to sacrifice breath is here even its very last tears fell in melodious harmonic beat laughs jibe in embellishments of lyrical blithe cries mourn in echoing hymn of woe words sounds in profound cyclic tune love flows incessantly ... my queen, owning the golden crown of my life's honor my sculptor who shapes and molds me up my painter who puts the ravishing spectral hues in my flawed life my architect who builds the home of my life's essence my doctor who cures every imperfections, weaknesses and frailties and my number 1 fan ... who's always there to be proud at my BEST . thank you for what you do unconditionally~~ now, when you're at thirst, my blood is here to quench yours when you're at hunger, my flesh is here to fill yours ~~you and I as 1 ... one blood's flowing in veins one heart's beating in rhythm a motherly love that keeps me breathing in life~~~~ "I LOVE YOU MOM" ~*~ ============================================================== *-* JUN-JUN VILLANUEVA *-* "MOTHER" contest by A Rambling Poet


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Haunted

On Memorial Day I am haunted and flooded with so much grief.
My Mother lies next to my Grandmother and they next to my Great Aunt.
My Fathers name is there, too, but blessedly he’s not there yet.
Such great memories are restored as I look at each stone.
Once again I’m a rambling child with no kids of my own.
I remember the safety they afforded me, and all the treats and their love.
All their little sacrifices they gave, when I was still too young to know.
Why did I chase after a kitten when Grandma was so close by my side?
A simple tug on her skirt and she would of hugged me and smiled with pride.
Why was I discovering butterflies, when my Great Aunt was close there too?
She made the best pies EVER from scratch while I played in another room.
Why did I take Mom for granted… when as a child she gave me so much?
What I wouldn’t give for her gentle touch… and another soothing hug…
And Grandpa lies by Grandma… he was always repairing something or by her side.
And now there are all my aunts, uncles, and cousins that are all scattered around. 
They made Christmas my favorite time as their talk and laughter rang out.
They’d laugh, talk, and enjoy each other’s company, as I’m sure now they do.
I can’t imagine them in any other way, than at my Grandma’s on those wonderful 
days.
We’d sit down to a holiday feast with everyone all around and it all seemed like play.
Were they then thinking of others that they knew from long ago?

As I walk around the graveyard picking out old friends, I remember their wistful 
looks…
They did the same each year, as they talked about the past even back then.
Perhaps its time my stone goes there, though I’ve a few more years to go.
That will help my children when it’s also my time to go…
And surprisingly it makes me feel I’m not leaving the older family alone.
It’s like a kiss, and a tug on a skirt to leave that something behind.
It’s a promise… they’ll be remembered until it too, is my time…
Until then I’ll bring my children and tell stories from long ago…
One day a year can’t be too much since it’s memories that I bestow. 
And they all simply add up to the life that I have known.


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The Rape of Mother Earth

Ravaged by progress the Mother’s bones lain bare; scar tissue acting as back drop for the architectural blight of man. Ravaged like the Sabine women, the Mother’s blood and tears corrupted mined by the mindless, careless, heartless, pillagers, born. Sickened, the Mother fumes, spewing lava, and ash to cleanse. Raging the Mother’s oceans recoil ferociously drowning, purging cities. The Mother screams whirlpool destroy ships at sea whirlwinds erase the plaque of man. One wonders, at the audacity of the child who ravages the Mother. No pity for their souls will be found.


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Speculum Naturae Matris - Mother Nature's Mirror

Many tales encase mirrors
both glittering and new,
still the reflections portrayed
may become distorted by a single
crack thus one becomes many.
Light absorbed and then broken
in to an array of colour; many
smiles surround the boundless
room of Mother Nature’s good will.
The purest of white floats across
the bright blue sky,
like magical boats carrying
the very essence of innocence.
Then yet human nature is selfish
thus reflecting a darker side;
we all harbour inner demons that
manifest themselves, like the
sly virus created by man that
leaves a path of destruction
across and within nature’s niches.
But still Mother Nature forgives
for her resilience is beyond the
claws of man; She will remain even
when we are gone for day and night
are locked in an eternal cycle for
ever to be the mirror in to
which we peer in to her world.
Regardless of our selfish nature
She will always be heard whenever
we need teaching from wrong to right; 
her voice is always there in the 
form of eruptions from her fiery belly,
violent quakes from within her soul 
and almighty thunder from within 
her powerful lungs creating 
tornadoes and hurricanes alike.
Still Mother Nature is forgiving
but our inner demons continue to
shadow the mirror in to her world
thus we are destined to overstep
our limitations and end up trapped
in a whirlpool of denial and false
hope.


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my mother's voice

One voice for me 
Stands out like a mountain, 
like a song sings, 
holding the ears beautiful 

Like a host of angels when hurt 
Kind and loving, 
gentle when I am sad 
I love her voice 
each day i carry 

My mountain when I am weak, 
my love for this woman 
Is light years away, 
a blessing 
Never ending 

In your distant mind 
A woman of substance, 
the treasure is mines, 
now this voice in pain 
I would weep with her 
Bound by my heart 
Now that's a voice 

I would surely listen 
My action in words 
the loudest voice for me 
My mother's voice, 
to mum with love


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My Angel

I kiss her goodnight, two months to the day, and prepare the van, for an overnight stay.
The plan is, a family trip to the shore No thought of regret, can't open that door
Hours had passed, when I heard my wife's cry, I rushed to that cry, so to nullify
The fear in her eye's, I saw from the door, directing me toward, the horror she saw
Then I'm inside, on my baby's right side, I see she's blue, and I know what to do
The soldier inside, is trained to save lives I pumped her chest, and gave her my breath
I got on the line, all while keeping time, rescue arrives and, I hear SHE'S ALIVE!
We fly outside, to follow her ride, lights flash emergency, on the outside
There is no time to spare, when we arrived, we rush through the door, to be by her side
I Pray that my daughter, fought and survived, no words spoken, I can see from Doc's eye's
My heart hits the floor, and breaks deep inside, facing my wife, I can tell her no lies
We dropped at the door, our daughters no more, for she didn't survive, this ambulance ride
Now she's our Angel, we know this inside My family now four, will have to abide For picture frame contest


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Billy Buttons

Billy Buttons under the Celery Pines free verse Billy Button's downy foliage Burst open with large gold blooms. Midst thousands of dandelion's green Above, celery pines tip their plumes. Grasslands wave contently in the fields Missouri golden rods climb the hill. Broom beard grass and buffalo clover Send subtle earthy scents, cross my sill. Mulberry's beckoning to the blue ash, Creeping soft grass hides the jasmine crepes. Water pond seeks dry nooks and crannies As nature swags her majestic drapes. All of nature is alive and full of romance Kissed by morning dew she opens her buds Her long silky fingers rustle all to wake Bejeweling earth in vibrant colored studs. Carole Cookie Arnold 2010


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Portraits of My Grandmother

Written by Gail DeBole on January 26, 2013

Portrait One

You thought that they were crazy.
Watching the news each night.
Your explanation was simple.
Crazy.  The killers, the liars, the cheaters…
And I snuggled next to you.
Thinking how overly-simplified your conclusion was.
Your shoulder making an excellent pillow.
Your apron always on.

And after the news was over
You were back in the kitchen taking care of…
Everything and everybody.


Portrait Two

In the video…old video…it’s now a memory.
You and your sister
Talking and laughing.
No sound video.
Can’t tell what you are saying.
Can only see the love between 
You and your sister.

That will have to be enough.
That’s all that matters.


Note: Part of the Portrait Collection


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Cuddle Babies Replay Memory

I remember the day Trixie died,
Sinbad staring out upon her grave.
No crying, just day after day, homage.

I couldn’t stand seeing the pain,
Nothing I did, petting, holding,
Could bring him away from the grave.

So down to the pet store I drove
Hoping for a partner to please
And found a pair of cuddles, babies

Arms wrapped together in play
One black one orange which should it be?
Orange like Sinbad or black?

But how could I take one from another
Leave another hole, so black and orange
Babies two, drew Sinbad back over

To sleep the peaceful sleep of cuddles
Warmth from another, held like a mother
Or held like a father, Sinbad was mine

Once more we could live in happy cheer
Death deserted from our midst
When the wonder of youth appeared.


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Memories Made to Ponder

It was a tin-roof wooden house standing 
Across the red brick cobblestone street 
Adjacent to a wide open field full
Of shady live oak and sweet smelling tangerine trees where 
My father’s boyhood home was nestled  
Quietly in his home town. 

Often times we’d travel to visit 
The grandparents still living there 
In that Americana corner of our lives.
We didn’t know much of anything at all except 
The sky was blue, love was true and we 
Youngsters were the apples of the old folk’s eyes.

We’d sit for hours in white wicker rocking chairs
I helped paint one time with newspaper on the floor 
And a horsehair brush grandma gave me 
To teach me that painting needn’t be a lesson 
In staying between the lines.  “Sometimes,” she’d say,
“It’s better to let the paint flow 
And speak for itself in time.” 

And granddad liked to watch the sky – especially at night 
When stars were burning bright and would point towards Polaris and say:
“Heaven’s over that a-way.”  And during daylight hours 
When storm clouds appeared and we could hear 
Thunder and lightning all around, he’d laugh and dance 
As if the circus were coming to town.  

We watched mocking birds and blue jays flying in and out 
Of all the tree top branches and leaves singing 
Their love making lullabies to us and one another and then
As quickly as they arrived, 
Disappeared into the wind.  
It seems we’re not much different 
Rather family, foe or friend.  
  
Accordingly, the old house still stands today 
But the dear old folks have slipped away.  
Perhaps to the place once pointed to
High above that night sky view 
Where comets roam and grandpa liked to call “Up yonder,”  
Leaving me with thoughts of gold 
And memories made to ponder.         


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mum

to cherish
one moment
is to hold 
something
so dear

in your heart
a golden treasure
like in life
it lives with you

the angel
 whom i cherish
is my mother
who in every day 
she believes 
in me

no matter,
what wrongs i do
this angel 
lives with me
all of my life
in the heart
my mother


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Mama

A sword of ice stabbed my chest My nails blackened, my nose bled. They’re chasing me, wanting to devour my wholeness. Until a gentle arm pulled me up. Mama! Then I felt heaven. Her face, her eyes, her smile, her breath. Everything of her is a therapy— Fragrance of roses, soothing massage, beautiful music. Mama, let me hug you so tight so that the coldness wouldn’t come back. Mama, let me kiss you so that heavens would stay. Mama, hear my wounded heart saying I love you. Mama, I love you more than very much.
(An entrant into a Regional Press Conference back in college days. Adjudged 2nd Place.)


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Wisdom of Heights---Climb with Me

This morning
bells toll
a trumpet sounds
but refuses to blare
it just doesn't know 
how to harm
what it takes
to infect the living 

trees
earth
and sound
survive sadness
out last the past
bond brothers and sisters
of sky
air 
mud 
and water
as it loses 
to a force

some days...

this morning
it wins
because the vibration knows god
and is ONE

and though human imperfections
sit in the shadows of it's path
perfections will
and forever will
prevail

people
so arrogant 
we choose to destroy 
but how can we concentrate 
on methods of malcontent
when god sits at our breakfast table?
urging
as father urges child
"get up!"
"move on!"
"stand on two feet!"
"breath child!"

he tolls the bell
as we lay on deaf ears
he loosens ties with anger 
as the path warns and wears
thrusting
driving this cosmic ship 
of no loses
only tiny
arrogant setbacks

and he smiles
for he knows
what we yet
have to find...
and all is well.


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Dreamers Dance

Her thoughts drift out the window
on the cool autumn breeze
and a smile creeps upon her withered face
as she remembers the first time she saw
this house
This house that is so old and worn
like her heart
and she sways to the music in her mind
as a tune tumbles from her memory
she dances and twirls across the floor
as the melody carries her dream
back to the days when he was still alive
and would sweep her into his arms
and kiss her wrinkled brow
she stops in mid-stride and a tear rolls
down her leathery cheek
and she smiles
a smile for the love they shared
when they were caught up in their
dreamers dance.


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TO MY DEAREST PARENTS

I was in a big world
wherein there's a crowd in every place
I can go on my own
yet, I go to the repeated phase

There are two most important face
that might makes my life's craze
I might see them as a King and a Queen
in a home where they conquer

It's hard to set aside their commands and demands
even if it is too much, their authority is a must
whether I cooperate or disobey their remarks
they're still around, somewhere, to still keep in touch

so even if those Christian people
keep on telling humanities
about how God created everything
I will always owe my life to my King and Queen,
to my dearest parents.


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Maybe the Guff was empty, cancer full moon eclipse

Maybe the guff was empty—Cancer full moon eclipse

Left field call on the black wall phone
faint cry from the distant end
spoke with throat lump of capital
disaster and a troddened womans most
everydom—lost before found—somehow Jan
knew and put forth a celestial no comment with 
I-hope-I-am-wrong-love gesture for the
love torn bull awaiting a cancerfold friend
offspring no spring-perhaps next spring. Anna
soild Anna so poised of classic stock sometimes
never bending to an antiflexible Taurus mood
was caught in a never place,  why of questions-
depleted character strikes. Will the blood
hordes rally for the fallen “fetalrade” and
heal the internal emohurt temperature 
inferno of unknown bliss. Does it ever come
at the right instant? Like where’s a cop when
you really need one—maybe 7-11 therapy would 
bring solice and peace. Forgive the forgiver
and pass your sense into another ability
Keep your mind and your soul for the little 
lost egg. I don’t know know or could never compromise 
no more of a complex juxtaposition of life
and death than that of biobeings so
closely connected that share the same
existance, one within-one yet
percent infinity bonded in a tidewater
liquid symbiosis that no manbeing in time
past or future will hope to match let alone
entertain. Be that as it may, you’ve felt the
sting of life and the creation of flesh for a brief
moment of time in time   and time is that holder of all
events we hope to achieve—your time in both
will come to be—you will share
and create from within, and not waiver
about the fallbacks we run down for
no explanations from anyone will suffice
or reason to make a whole sense of such
a fathomless inconsistency. I felt your
loss deep in my knees and thoughts flew
to your little soul upstairs. There are words
and there are no words—my deepest senses
to you and Dana—I know it will happen for you
as all things come to pass for those deserving                          dave collins


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Destiny's Swim

Destiny ran into my room today
"Grandmother, we had such fun
Swimming and playing in the sun"
Her hair a wavy asterisk
Her lips expounding joy
The burnished bronze of her
suntan
The skip in her walk
I relished her swimming pool 
fun and her commitment
to laugh
so simply felt
I saw myself in her decades gone
and then I burned her joy in my eyes
and cherished that she came to
me to share her moment's delight


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A Poem for US Citizens And Politicians

 
NOTE: This Poem is dedicated To all those mother and fathers Who have lost Their dear little ones In he recent US killing. Ravindra A Poem for US Citizens & Politicians No words can console The grief stricken hearts of those parents And of your people Who have lost The pieces of their hearts in the killing. No remedial measures Can restore those lovely words Which used to pour honey In the ears of their loving mother and father. When they were live The smiles of these ill fated children Used to fill the hearts of their parents With strength, kindness and love And faith in God. Now since these angels Are no longer alive O’ Almighty God Kindly strengthen their shaken hearts O' God As they have lost The most valuable part Of their life, love and happiness Their dear loving children. Others can only express their feelings For the tragedy in which these small children Have lost their lives By the merciless insane killers Who are the outcomes Of the gun culture only. Every sensitive heart in world Would pray with wet eyes For those sweet little boys and girls, Who have lost their lives for no sins of their own. Let the wise politicians and law makers Poets, writers, Painters and Musicians Social activists and thinkers Of America Taking a lesson from this incident Should change those laws Which give birth to such heinous crime makers And mad law breakers. Ravindra Kanpur India 22nd December 2012/b>


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Dimensions

If I be the future, 
where do I leave the past? 
All that these old eyes have seen
and weathered ears have screamed;   
A mind that has gathered its rage. 
A heart that has harbored its hate; 

The white man with a black belt
that never kept anything up, 
serving only to keep me down.

Of words and hands, too harshly felt; 
The shadows of feet-- 
from oak trees, still swinging.
The fear of sheets that silently shift 
on soundless Mississippi nights; 

How do I sleep on cotton 
and not feel the sting of its sweat?
Will you now give me a silken box 
to bury all along with me?

Will I suffocate 

under its weight forever? 
While you shovel light onto darkness, 
looking for absolution-- 

in the blending. 

Will you auction off my memories, 
like tiny babies 
so they can grow up without any; 

How can I be the mother of the future, 
when I am already a daughter 
of the past?

And how will my sons come to forgive, 
when their mother can never ever--
let them forget…

 

 


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To My Mother on Mother's Day

To My Mother 
On Mothers Day



I thought and thought
What gift I can give, to my late mother
On this auspicious Mother’s Day,

A gift for my Mother,
Who passed away from this world, 
Many many years back, on Mother’s day.

She must be living in peace,
While living on earth,
She was my inspiration and my precious teacher.

She charmed everyone, who got a chance
To meet her,
By her simplicity and love and selfless devotion.

Her melodious singing and playing of Violin,
Defused the gifts of poetry and writing in me,
Because of you perhaps, O Mother dear. 

She taught me the lessons of Music and Poetry,
Of life and its duties, not by taking my classes ever,
But by teaching me and others, what actually was our real duty,

She silently taught, the lessons of kindness and love,
Of facing the ups and down of life,
Without being sad and disturbed.

She taught me to be firm and sturdy in life,
And to never feel forfeited and disturbed,
Even if, success was no where visible.

How great was your greatness, we could not know it earlier,
You gave your precious years to my motherland, O Mother 
Sometimes directly fighting for our freedom, 

While in your remaining life, you cared and inspired, 
Even my father, to not only sacrifice his entire young age,
For the cause of India’s freedom, 

But also to write books and create, poetry likes Patradoot,
Which father wrote in Faizabad jail*, 
And dedicated it to you, O Mother dear.


Many decades have passed, when this great book,
In Hindi was written by my father,
Depicting the India, as it was around 1932.

O Mother, to day, on this great Mothers Day,
I am dedicating English version of that great epic to you,
So that the world may come to know,

The real life beauty of this great story*,
And the beauty of this gem of a writing of my father,
Which shines once in a blue moon only, 
On the horizon of poetry.

Ravindra

Kanpur India 9th May 10

  
* Story.	Hindi name Patradoot and in English ‘The Messenger’


* Faizabad jail.	My father( 1899-1994) late Dr Amarnath Kapoor devoted almost his entire young life 1920-47 for the cause of India’s freedom struggle, as a follower of Gandhi. During his long imprisonment in Faizabad jail, he wrote ‘the Messenger’ as a unique story in poetry in Hindi & secretly sent it to my mother, The Messenger was published and circulated 
in Hindi around 1933-34 with the result, the British rulers confiscated my father’s printing 
press for ever and its publications and again put him to jail.  
			


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Children, I Miss You Both...

I miss...

taking care of you.
making your meals and snacks for you.
telling you " Good morning ", each and every day.
taking you to school and wishing you both a blessed day.
picking you up from school, 
asking how your day went, and what interesting things did you learn.
making your nutritional assessments, and trying to introduce good foods to you.
     hugging you both, and both of you hugging me.
     taking care of you when you are sick,
     comforting you when you don't feel good.
     trying to make your ouwwies not hurt.
     the time that we should get to, and should have gotten to, spend together.
     the quality in living, that we are suppose to have together.
     just holding you.
the tickle fights when you would both tickle me at the same time.
watching and helping you both make awesome artwork.
you both singing, with your beautifully flowing and innocent voices.
tossing you both in the air, only to catch you, while singing,
" I got Aubrey, I got Aubrey, my baby girl "
and " I got Micah, I got Micah, my baby boy "
seeing you both play and invent and build.
watching you ride your bikes.
helping and watching you skateboard.
playing catch with the football or soccer ball.
watching you fill your buckets up with innumerable worms.
just watching you try to catch those slimmy worms.
listening you you both have a belching contest.
listening to you belching the alphabet.
watching you make the armpit farts, and laughing, just like your Uncle Eddie used to do.
     taking you both to various places, and to see the natural beauty.
     taking you to the Ouachita river to throw rocks.  
     taking you fishing, and putting the worms on your hooks for you.
     watching you hold on to the bobber while you throw the stick fishing pole into the river.
     getting you both chocolate covered donuts at Jimmy's Donut Hole.
getting to teach you both good things.
mowing the grass for you to be able to play safely outside.
telling you to pick up your rooms, and to put your clothes in the hamper.
cleaning your rooms for and with you.
organizing your good toys, and throwing out the broken ones.
buying you new clothes, and giving away the ones you'd outgrown.
     telling you that I love you, before you go to sleep.
     wishing you blessed and peaceful sleep, every night.
But most of all, I miss you.
Each and every day, I miss you.
     May you both be blessed, 
     by The Holiest of Holies Himself, 
     in every area of your lives.
Love Mom


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Unspoken Love

She saved herself from pick up lines though she looked vulnerable
She's sooo lovable her heart definition could ruin my poetic abilities 
You cannot put a price on her she's not billable
If only her lips where adjustable my soft poetry would define her inabilities and weaknesses for the mute to scream happily ever after  
She's untouchable i O you an explanation
Her tears tattoo broken spirits uploaded on instagram
She's no twitter baby though followers invite themselves its unbelievable
I could throw nice verses in our conversation but i'm afraid i'm love blind 

I'll tell you more about her if you ask me....ask me nice


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Pagan Faith

Many gods and goddesses may exist, 
however, each one only portrays 
the many personalities of one wholly 
being when combined.
Our Mother cherishes us all but still
our inane habits inhibit the possibility
of a peaceful planet.
We take everything for granted not thinking
of the consequences of our many selfish actions.
Our Mother exists in everything we see and do,
still life displays a certain essence to cause
destruction, extinction or simply evolution.
Each of us behold the ability to change but our
stubbornness creates a false image of security,
wrapping us all in a thick layer of cotton-wool.
Pagan faith is a way of becoming one with
nature enabling us to see how precious life is.
Sadly, our subconscious makes us blind to the
fragmented forms of how life behaves; life can 
suddenly become dark and flooded with fear
and melancholy making us see life in a 
different light making many bitter and scarred.
Nature is the centre of pagan faith thus it is
seen as precious and is thus treasured and 
deeply appreciated by all followers.
Many of us learn life’s most important 
lesson at a turning point in our lives: 
life can be altered in a blink of an eye, 
like day surrendering to the night 
setting free the all seeing eye, it 
provides the only light through the darkness.
As inevitable as it may be, darkness
has to submit to light releasing the
slumbering spirits of life.



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Pain In Your Heart

"Art creates the dream of life"


Is that the season?
The leaves are hitting the silent windows
and some roots of trees are creaking,
but I am a dream.
I do not recognize the colors,
when the sun of that town
without time shelters me like Mum.
Which flowers shall I gift to you?
I am not a saint - I cannot revive you.
I cannot even grief.

To gift to you - a last flower.


"Mother"

Bozhidar Pangelov


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Retro - The Ever Fashionable Oppression of Women

A modern trimming,
Grin and bear it.
The slap of a buckle,
Reminiscent of the squeeze.
Laces bloodied,
From a prayer of acceptance.
Breathing is optional.

The shove to a corner,
Start early for pattern recognition,
Bind the idea prematurely.
Numbed pain,
Limited motion.
Embrace wind through the long locks,
It's only an illusion of progression.


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Pink Joy


God looking down on all his loved ones
Said,
She is the prettiest of all
So small, so soft, so delicate, so pink
Innocently she slept beside her mom
Close to that tender heart
The wind gently caressed her
The morning dew tenderly bathe her
Every passing butterfly
Stopped to admire her
The mother happily looked on
Secure in the knowledge
Of the happiness
Of the tender bloom
Untouched and pure
She danced with the wind
And slept on the mist
The mother swelled with pride
Feeling the love flowing from her
Encircling the tiny bloom
And keeping it safe
God looking down
Sighed happily
And gently whispered
“Mother and Child


Dedicated to Ezzelle with all my love and best wishes.



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To the woman who loved and raised me

To the woman who loved and raised me
To her who brought meaning of life at home
A queen who reigned supreme without a crown 
She cared and valued mine life as her own 
Willing to give up her life for mine sake 
For nine moons her life was at stake
She was the angel who sang and smiled for me
She told me the sweetest and most beautiful words
That I will ever hear
She raised me without fear
She taught me to speak and listen
She showed me how to bow and pray
Her arms were always open whenever I needed a hug
She understood when I needed a friend
Her strength and loves remains even today guiding me
Lastly she gave me wings to fly
Thanks mum


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Grandma's refrigerator cake

Times were lean but life was good
When waste not, want not we understood
In the refrigerator all leftovers would accumulate
Come the weekend Grandma scraped it all onto a plate
She really cleaned it out; nothing was excluded
All were mashed and diced with sugar and spice included
Beaten batter with raisin thrown in; placed in the oven to bake
Thick butter frosting placed atop surely completed her refrigerator cake
All the grand kids now gathered about; to taste a slice so savory
Not only did we each get a piece of cake; we also got a memory


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My name has a meaning

My name, Bojosi
Is a fire which started
In my mother
And consumed 
Her inside
When she delivered 
Me to this world

She says
“ When I was imprisoned
   in a maternity ward
   at the hospital
   at the time of your birth
   son
   I was alone, none
   of them 
   I call my relatives
   I call my friends
   visited me 
   when I needed
   their love most
   and when they asked
   me, the nurses in white
   what name I give to you
    I called you Bojosi ”

my name, Bojosi
short as it is
is a poem
that my mother
composed 
when joy and pain
of giving birth
prevailed in her life

my name has a meaning…..

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Bojosi is translated loneliness

**10th place winner on the contest " April Poem" sponsored by Destroyer Poet**


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My Mother Was Love

My Mother Was Love

My mother was love
Her love spoke soft and gentle with words
Loud and fierce with her heart

We knew her grace and patience
As a mother, daughter, sister, wife and friend

She loved the parents who crossed an ocean
To make a better life 
She loved her brothers and sister
Who kept her young in laughter

She loved her children
Who she didn't always understand
But still accepted and embraced

She loved her husband
Who took care of her 
And she, him until he left this life

She loved her friends 
She loved bingo, even though she seldom won
She loved doing puzzles, reading and rummy
She loved to sing
Whether standards, or The Beatles
Singing moved her, and we smiled 
When she lifted her voice
And our spirits, in song

She was glamorous and beautiful as a movie star
Yet wasn't above making funny faces

She bore emotional and physical pain
With dignity and quiet courage

There is a picture of a waterfall
With a quotation from Corinthians
That hangs in the room I slept in last night
That says what I've been trying to say here:

"Love is patient, love is kind.
It does not envy, it does not boast
It is not proud"

So I say
My Mother Was Love


November 1, 2009


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Let It Be, Let It Be

He passed away this week
Brain tumor, are there any others?
Join us in a spirit of prayer
Gracious Lord. . . . .
Beyond the walls of this church
Who speaks for him,
For all the families?
Do not abandon us
The organ plays softly, gently
Soothing as a mother's touch
Blessing the newborns
Streaming through rainbow hues
Tongues of fire descend                                                                                        Precious gems of belief
Praying for me
Is there something here,                                                                                                 Is there really something here?


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Melancholy Memory

                                     Hundreds of eyes saw
                                 the sacrifice you'd made
                                    Back from the eon days, 
                                          the anguish

                                    You let them stamp you
                                 by words and harmful deeds
                                    They mocked you totally 
                                           by fullest

                                       I recalled the last, 
                                  the last word that you said
                                     "Mom is here loving you" 
                                          with a smile

                                       Opening your fist
                                     It made us in trouble
                                    We all hugged you tightly
                                           with deep cry!

                                     Nothing more to say
                                 but giving thanks for you
                                  The days that you were here
                                         God blessed you!


                          
                                        5-6-6-3 SYLLABLES


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Suicide or Murder

I see a lady walking down the street
Two children in tow, looking so sweet
Looking like the perfect family we know
But they have no place to go

Her lips are bruised, and she has marks on her pretty face
A face so battered, still trying to maintain grace
Walking away from her pain into the vast unknown
Away from the violence and humiliation she has known

Tears stream down her face, while she curses her fate
No one to help her in this land of hate
To feed her children she raises her hands to beg
All the while wishing that she was dead

The children look bewildered, trying to figure out their ordeal
Looking hopefully at their mother, little glances they steal
Trying to gain strength, to face a world full of deceit
But all they see in her eyes is defeat

There isn't a living soul to help you, oh! Mother
People don't care, about you they don't bother
All the world does is make you and your children cry
Even if they could help you, they'd never try

The world watches as you go by
Looking determined, with a glitter in your eyes
As though you have a solution which you will try
I pray that you fight to live, and not try to die

The loud noise of a passing train breaks the silence
I run towards a gathering crowd, and I am stunned by the vision
Three faces, six limbs, scattered guts and blood
Eyes staring into eternity, looking alive though dead

I see a small smile chiseled on your face, oh! Mother
Your children will never face any evil, ever
I have lost direction, my sanity, my health
Seeing you and your children, sleeping in the arms of death


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First Love

Outside the sterile nursery I stood,
looking in.
So many snuggly swaddled newborns asleep in little plastic cribs;
my eyes hungered for only one . . .

A nurse was bathing you,
removing the remnants of the nest that formed you.
Her face filled with wonder and adoration.
"Is this one yours?"
Soundless question behind glass . . .
"So beautiful!"

I had watched your head crown between your mother's legs;
rapt . . . awaiting the first glimpse of your face.
A mass of wet black curls and then your eyes;
you were born and I was smitten!
Unexpected, the rush of brand new love I did not know existed.

First grandchild!
You opened the door to a different world,
love wild and fierce,
protective and totally absorbed.

Four more times that door has opened,
love's arrow piercing my heart . . .
when you hurt,  the pain twists  within me.

You are the soul sunshine I crave,
my grandchildren.

September 18, 2014


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MAM

With every step you`ve taught me,this is my elaboration...


The motherly love,unique to all individuals
however,some not as fortunate as others.
Some born with silver spoons,to extreme empty rice bowls
love that portrays from your own,i do have a jewel.

A family of six, working the  majority of her life.
She being in her 74th year,active driving her car.
The thoughtfulness,caring for others,her nature that is
her everyday comodity,asking nothing in return.

Her humour,personality eclipes her wide knowledge.
Her home cooking,like when were kids,delicious as 
her sunday roast,still serving them today
i can`t tell you the extent of gratitude,but you know i love you.

Paul  Beadnall for:
Sponsor ~ ~ 
Contest Name Any Mother Poem*(Originally Give a Kiss Mommy) 


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A Fathers Love and his Mistakes

I am all alone in this great big world
My destiny is being unfurled
I am responsible for my plight
And what I may do tonight

There is no one else to put my shame
Only me, myself, and I to blame
What did I do wrong you may ask
Only I can unburden my task

She is gone so you maybe you can see
Her lost dreams are my reality
She passed on an October day
Leaving my boy behind with me to stay

It is a daunting thing this boy of mine
Looks like his mother time after time
I love my boy he is much like me
I just want him to be happy

I have been told time and time again
That I need to reel my boy in
I don’t see that he is doing any harm
He has gone through hell, that’s his yarn

His mom’s dreams were so easy to see
She wanted the best for him and me.
I have a big guilt because she is gone
And left me the ability to carry on

I only wish that I would have done the same
A love like hers was hard to explain
I left her for another a long time ago
Before I knew about the cancer so you know

When the news came that she was ill
I really wanted to take a bunch of pills
Pills to ease my guilty pain
Of leaving the woman I loved out in the rain.

To my son, if you ever read these words of prose
Please take the time to ensure that everybody knows
That I loved your mother very much indeed
And you were the product of love not a misdeed

I sit here with a tear running down my face
Trying to find another to replace
The girl I loved more than anything at all
Except you my son, you are the apple

The apple of my eye the fruit of my loom
My entire existence is for you to bloom
Your mother and I are proud of you
And are happy you are succeeding in all you do.

Son I hope you will forgive me for things I’ve done
I have one life to live and mistakes can’t be undone
I hope I will be forgiven in the afterlife
And be reunited with your mother and my wife.

I hope your pain eases as you grow older
Never forget, but get bolder
You are almost a man in this big world
Please learn from my mistakes before you unfurl

Your mother and I will be waiting for you
With our arms wide open to rescue
Rescue you from this world of pain
To come live in heaven with us again


Duane LaChance Sr.  -  2012


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A Special Kind of Love

An unbreakable bond is what we share
Our love is genuine and rare
Beautiful memories of you and I
Laughing, smiling and joking
Unafraid to be ourselves
We are mother and daughter

Openly talk about whatever is on our mind
We fully trust one another with our deepest thoughts
We are best friends
How awesome is that?!
Never have to pretend
We can just be ourselves

We love each other unconditionally
Occasional attitude
Moody ways
And those not so good days,
Will never change the way we feel
Our love is one of a kind

We don’t always see eye to eye
But we communicate to make things right
Never stay upset with one another for too long
For our love is much too strong
Togetherness
An undeniable bond

You are my daughter and I am your mother
Always there for one another
Fully supporting and encouraging each other’s dreams
Uplifting, never discouraging
We are each other’s biggest fans
We are one

Kiss and hug each other on a daily basis
Show each other love and appreciation
I’ m an image of you and you’re an image of me
We are very special to one another
Mother and daughter is what we are
We Are Each Other’s Heartbeat!


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In My Community

Our Ancestors fought to the death,
Just so we can live a brighter day,
So before you light up that blunt of meth,
Think about what you’re giving away,
It was a glad day in history when Obama rose to victory,
The first black president was all we knew,
Dark skin is in!
Haven’t you heard?
That even in our community, 
You can get burned,
It’s a sad day when people would rather stay home and “Crank That Amber Cole”,
Than get up and run to a poll,
In our community,
Rockin’ Luis V is better than having a college degree,
And teen pregnancy is not only a trend,
But the single motherhood that follows should end,
Young girls learn of a wonderful prince to take them away,
Nothing should change thought their mothers prince didn’t stay,
And as the tears fade away,
She grows stronger every day,
In our community,
Fighting is no longer a word,
You argue with someone and shots are heard,
Girls showing places the sun don’t show,
So how do they expect the community to grow?
Where love is a figment of imagination,
Making a young child question her creation,
Young mothers would rather buy the iPhone 5,
Then satisfy her baby’s cries,
While her new man’s eye,
Wander up another girl’s thighs,
In our community,
Where #team dark skin vs #team light skin,
Makes others not love the skin they’re in,
Love, lust, hate, and trust,
Giving a rose on Valentine’s Day is no longer a must, 
Where bad is good and good is bad,
Who would think to see their grandmother sad?
Her hurt and pain,
Shows how our community has lost everything her parents fought to gain.


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Coloring Book

When little CJ comes to visit
She asks me for her "colors,"
The bright, fat crayons that "nanna" keeps
In a recycled butter tub.
We share the color book; CJ scribbles
on the left, the crayon squeezed tightly
in her tiny fist.
I color on the right, carefully converting
the puppy outline into a masterpiece
of paper art.
The puppy must have chocolate brown;
The grass and trees need green, of course.
I stay within the lines, modeling correctness.
CJ helps me--smearing first a purple nose 
on her kitten's face, trailing to my page
to add a purple splash to the tail
of my puppy.
I never am quite finished 
when she decides it's time 
to find new pictures and begin again.
I doubt we'll ever finish those we leave behind,
but I haven't the heart to tell her
she might be wasting pages or coloring them wrong.
Mayhap, our lives would be none the worse
for errant purple outside the lines
or a few pages left unfinished.


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Up Yonder

Up yonder
mom is laughing there is no cotton to pick
for once she has enough food to eat
up yonder

up yonder
grandpa strums his secondhand banjo
mom taps her toes and sings 'red river valley'
up yonder

up yonder
the sweat from the Oklahoma heat is a memory
but her worn out calico dress is still a treasure
up yonder


up yonder
treating the angels as she would her precious children
"settle down now don't make me go get a switch."
up yonder

up yonder
she waits for the love of her life
she knows one day they will meet again
up yonder


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See the Light

I just heard the other day
I could have been anything I wanted
Imagine, your own choices unencumbered
By all that tortuous guff, childhood stuff                                                                     Where did it come from, how did it start
Why doesn’t everyone have it, or none?
Do you suppose it has anything to do 
With the way you think, or talk, or act
I stop and watch all the sweet scenes
A father holding hands with his little boy
His trusting walk, his smile, a precious moment
To build on others until a man is made
Mom rocks her three year old to sleep
Warm and cozy in her loving arms
Who wouldn’t want those memories, to share
Care for those who can relate, reciprocate
Could that simple song guide our lives along
Becoming something to someone, somewhere, 
When weary bones a place to rest,                                                                           To carry the image, father and mother forever                                                            When does that change take place
Hold within the secret , their secret
The secret sanctity, accepting who
And what we are, to radiate life’s joy
A purpose for all, quiet and strong                                                                               Sharing with those who see the light.


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Crayola Crayon Time

i prefer them bitten off =center
(a slow lick on a hard knife edge)
 a shecat sparkling like pinwheels
on the silky hilltops of waterbeds..
the ones that make you obsess -why they're one hour
-five minutes 
          late
why their mascaras messy,
making you waife their cologned necks,
checking for that strange strong scent
turn you into some kind of burning,paronoid
jittery flake.

i like'em a little mousy,a little off the 
         beat
a chick that can spit with class
kick the living MAN outta me...
A fireball that contorts and concocts,
attends to every want and need...
(ya know what i mean?)
hum-ta-dum...ta-dum... ta-dee 

but in the end what I really need
what we all need
is
periwinkle
predicatability
a crisco oiled apron
the one mamma used to don
a lullaby in the quiet cove of a racing mind 
reminding me of {dead} mother's...
undivided attention...
way back in Crayola Crayon time


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Life Can Be Cruel

I cannot get into heaven
God I have tried!
Suicide is a double edge sword
Especially when you survive!
Walking the streets at night
Dazed and confused
Longing to be loved
Wondering...
When is Mum, coming for me?

"Does she still love me?"
"Does she still care?"
"Does she still think of me?"
"Does she wonder, where I am?"

I want her to come find me
I want her to say she 'loves me’
I want her to comfort me
I want her to take me home
And keep me safe
And not forget hat I exist
Like the way she treats me now

I wish God 
Could make my Mum
Magically appear
Making this hellish nightmare
On the street
Disappear!

“Send my Mum please!”
So, all this can end!
Before this last ray of hope
Diminishes for good!

I don’t want to become
The walking dead
Forever forgotten as if 
I was never born!
For this is the cruel, harsh reality
Of living life, feeling unloved
Uncared for, abandoned,
Left to fend for my own

A dangerous killer inside me
Eating away, at my soul
Something, no one can see
As I suffer in silence
My insides crippling!

Lost, alone and frightened
Weeping on a dirty
Graffiti park bench
Dirty tears
Rolling down my cheeks
Stuffing newspapers under my jumper
To keep myself warm

“What am I going to do?”

“Will I make it through the night?”
“Will I get raped and beaten?”
"Will I be left for dead?”
“Will I survive
To see another day?

“Is my life worth living?”

Please God, I beg of you
Have mercy now
Please show me the way!


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Three days Saved

It's been nine years, I have counted the tears-
  they have made trails of guilt
  worried into my heart 
  then filled with loneliness and bitter despair
but by your grace I have been shown...

For the first time, in these nine years, I have not wept
  nor held a vigil to honor our grief
though the loss still burns, this time it is transformed

Peace from your love still reaches through death
  and through your eternal love I am reborn
  
 It is Good Friday. 
When God took your spirit home
  and left me dying to know,
  how to love him for his sacrifice
  when he asked me to give up you?
How do I heal this death and rise with you in his arms?

Through your love I was born, and in your arms I grew
 and it has been your love the kept me whole
 that taught me how to be reborn
    for even though your body has gone
    your words lost in the wind and breath no more
The essence of grace and strength you lived
- it grows still in your daughter soul

My being and existence came from your womb
  my heart and mind shaped by your enlightenment
I have lived a life you gave me and for once
   I live it in pride to honor your sacrifice
your words giving me the guidance I'd lost nine years ago.

Alas, I've come to know, that as you died
  and went home with our Lord, you saved me from my death
not in your dying, my grief and love can attest,
    but in your living strength and loving example
       you showed me how to live a life
             open to our Father's gift

We knew it would not wait, but the parting was too fast.
I sat in thought three days before your sleep and asked,
"In three days time my savior died, I wonder hence
   what of my soul will rise with his?"

And now sitting Easter morning, 
  holding my sons candy-filled basket,
I realized Three days passed.

  He took you home Friday morn, but left me love,
that eternal love that never dies
whose comfort is unending

I honor your love by giving it to my children
         and Easter morning I felt your hug, your kiss, and knew 
                                 you have never left me
.
Though God took you home Mom
I know you have never left me
for as our Savior died and rose
you too still live in my heart, 
showing me proof our Father's blessings

    because you, my love, are my soul and all ready there
there fore I am strong enough to give this pain up 
       to honor his sacrifice and transcend,
           to be humbled by the grace and mercy
          that could forgive such lost lambs as I


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Emigration comes full circle

I left Ireland in the 80's with my husband and two babies for Holland. In 2003, we 
returned so that our children could have an Irish University education. Dublin was 
buzzing with life at the time, it was very expensive but we were home. Now in 2011, 
my daughter is emigrating, back down the old ancestral path, she is going to Madrid 
to teach English there. Our country has collapsed so badly, there is no employment 
here so we are exporting our young, educated children by the day. A sad day for me 
as my daughter leaves tomorrow. I wrote her this poem.


To Sarah
On the wave of emigration
I want you to know
That I see you, a fellow female
An equal on every level
Not just my daughter
My little pink princess
I see you as a woman
A power within this world
With oceans to offer
A lifetime still to learn
Go to your new life
A teacher in Madrid
Be free and fearless
Spread your wings and fly
Take the opportunities
Shape them to your dreams
You have all the tools
You can use them now.

Your analytic mind
Will help you make good decision
Fair and just rewards will ensue.
Your radiating heart
Will gift you new friendships
Maybe even a new love
All in good time
You will never be alone
Because you have a deep sense of self
This will be fortified
With this new tide
Your feet firmly planted
Will always serve you well
Balancing the ups and downs of Libra
Always true to yourself
Life will be true to you too.

We live in a new age today
This global world is small
As we email and skype
Fly back and forth to visit
We will continue to love
As mother and daughter
Our journeys through life
Shared
Forever together
My love
I will hold you safe
In my heart.
 


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Modern Day Slave ( Wife and Mother )

Modern Day Slave ( Wife and Mother )


Not one single holiday
Three years have gone their way
Cleaning house
Changing diapers
Preparing meals
That are eaten in minutes

Not one single holiday
Four walls the only room to play
Ironing shirts
Washing clothes
Cleaning dishes
That get messed up every day

No
Not one single holiday
Mother’s life is meant to be this way
Surgical implant for the kitchen sink
She isn’t even allowed to think

While husband goes out on his hunt
Husband goes out for a beer
And eyes the other women who are there
Not for one minute does he think
Of the person at exhaustions brink

Robot wife she stays at home
Robot wife in her prison
Not one day off in 1095 days
Just a nigger
Just a slave

But mother hood was meant to be this way
Husband goes out earns the wage
Comes home tired and wants to rest
Complains that wife has not done her best

She hasn’t the strength to argue back
And she should be grateful 
There is no lack
Diapers are always replete
There is always enough to eat
Husband has done his job
Full time employment
Is his choice


But wife and mother she stays at home
Constantly on holiday
What holiday does she need
And we won’t mention driver fatigue

She takes all the responsibility
In bringing up their child
Husband never changes a single diaper
All he has to do is yell at her

Not one day off in 1095 days
Just a nigger
Just a slave
Never falls asleep at the wheel
But its ok she doesn’t even feel

Husband goes out to see his friends
Husband goes off on weekends
Husband never stays at home
Or lets his wife go out on her own
Husband is happy with his slave
Mother hood was meant to be this way
Working every day

House is spotless
House is clean
Husband has no reason to complain
Unpaid worker she stays at home
Gets her meals
And gets her roof
And does everything on her own

Happy day for husband today
He gets the chance to go away
Maybe some pretty girls will be there
So he can stand and stare
He’s so fed up of the tired dishevelled one
He finds at home 
When and if he is ever there

Three years without a holiday
Does the law of Human Rights say its ok
To be treated like a nigger
An unpaid mother
House maid
Like a slave

Another stuffed dead head
Above the fire place







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Good old days

I remember the smell of the polish
The hissing of steam from the pots
The songs on the radio playing
And my nose dripping with snot

Mum would grab me and wipe it
With a dexterity practised before
Leaving my nose like a beacon
Me screeching as I went out the door  

My older sisters were singing
As they , the house chores fulfilled
The sun cut a beam through the window
And there on the Lino it spilled

Dust particles in its light they floated
Not seen when its power was gone
Yet they danced to the radio music
As the sun through the window it shone

These days are now but a memory
But oh what a treasure they are
Nothing I have can replace them
Neither jewel nor silver nor car



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My Endless Longing -A Mother's Love

                                                                **~**

My heart is fierce in its longing for you
 With thoughts that mimic flitting butterflies
Like stars chasing the moon in the black velvet night
And every time I close my eyes…
It is you whose face I see
I ache from deep within my soul
Wanting to feel my fingertips trace the soft texture of your skin
Run my fingers through your soft, chocolate hair
Longing to see your smile - beaming radiant like diamonds in the sky


Lying in my bed at night the fingers of darknes touch my skin
The moon quietly tiptoes through my window
As silent witness to my bleeding heart
Closing my eyes…
Brings your image closer to my mind
For you... are a violet glistening with dew to my longing heart
An angel - in a spider's land
Where they deceitfully weave their web of lies
Unwillingly... turning your heart against me...
The mother who loves you so                                      

I drift away into a restless sleep dreaming of you- my girl  
As the early morning sun creeps through my window
I awake... with a heart that breaks all over again
I am a prisoner held captive by my love for you
My precious, little porcelain girl

My love for you will never end
I pray for strength to see us through
For someday we will win this battle
And the love we share...
Will lovingly come shining through

                                                             **~~**

 


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Blue Rainbow


could we put the worry
and sadness of every mother
in a pot of gold and send it
to rainbow’s end, only
blue would lead us there.

©Kathryn McLoughlin Collins
October 10, 2012


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My Heritage

My heritage is a mixture
Of backgrounds.  Let's start on 
My Dad's side of the family.

My Dad's mom is Irish and English.

My Dad's dad is Irish and German.

My Mom's mom is Scottish and Irish.

My Mom's dad is blood Hungarian.

So in other words,
I'm a mutt!  or as others say,
"Heinz 57!"


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Climbing Life

Thrusting against the wall erect from my youthful womb I alone must go from the tree that shelters the grave of her umbilicus, and the place of Ma Puddy’s tomb; the woman whose foretelling is come to pass in me. I went down, and up the fleeting crags garnering memoirs, yarns stilled in passing notions; that’s what was wished-for but I misplaced details while going downhill I took her beautiful eyes that laugh when crying my tears, the ones I no longer spill on satin and fine silk; they went when bottles brought fists to my face She was to flee, and by no means continue my days For her it is to reach and grasp opulence, and look at nuisance fleeting, the sudden that came with rapture evoking youthful musing she is called to make this climb. She came and spread like honeysuckle, arresting the sun and calling birds to feast. She took my shell, forfeiting me, and lives in novelty and wonder I found my youth in sparkling eyes that do thoughtful things (things done boldly). I cuddle me in the life I filched and lived her life a thousand times with my little girl.


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Spiritual Edification of Humanity

You are embarking upon the journey of 1000 lifetimes…
Inner stirrings are the awakening to soul’s feelings…
Evolving into the highest level of being…
You are not becoming something…
Merely remembering that it is you; present within the atomic structure…

Release grasps of identity and fear allowing Auric healing…
Feeding fire lavender laced copal extending energetic dexterity…
Smoldering sweet grass with sage reaching higher mind clarity…
Summoning soul guides; invoking dharma communion…
Connected to mother from my root chord below sacred this linear union…  
Dangling in gravity; attached to sky my crown beams of light…
Erasing brevity; connected to the trinity, Indigo Crystalline rainbow might…


Existence is continual; just as perpetual motion…
Significance within decisions unto what this powerful mind envisions…
Walking hand in hand as one; grandest loving you smiles into the angst filled eyes…
Of the you walking alone blinded by believing fear based lies…
Reaching out to yourself in compassion, love and presence to take immediate action…
Heal this part of you learn to live from soul’s love of passion…

Conflict and confrontation on the earth stage…
Splitting us apart using fear with rage…
The confusion wedge of existence; separation illusion…
Outdated is its intention; now divine is the intervention…
Empowering one, then to another choosing the path absent of force…
Here now to feed observation of creative knowing back to divinity…
Allowing the god field of potentiality to know itself as we know ourselves…
To be itself manifested through all of life…
For within entanglement of electromagnetic fields; one Family of source…


Knowing our real identity; spirit co-creators…
Feeding fire lavender laced copal extending energetic dexterity…
Smoldering sweet grass with sage reaching higher mind clarity…
Opening to the heart; invoking dharma communion…
Connected to mother from my elemental construction releasing energy obstruction…  
Dangling in gravity; attached to sky my crown beams of light…
Erasing brevity; connected to the trinity, Indigo Crystalline rainbow might…


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Set Me Free

There was a baby happy and free
The apple of the eye of his family
Playing around and hiding in the trees
Whoever thought it’s his last smile they see

Through the darkness of the jungle came
Man-devils whose creation God is to blame
Cut the kid down with lethal shots
His body ripped like a shattered earthen pot

I was the one who led those men
Swooping down from our mountain den
Snuffing out the little flame of his life
My mind, since then, is full of strife

The mother came with her eyes in tears
The sight sent my body into shivers
The boy in her arms looked full of life
The hole in his heart told me it was a lie

The mother laid the baby on my lap and cried
Is this my baby, the one who died?
You’re the one who killed him, you devil in disguise
May Gods curse you, may heavens you despise

Lord! Why did I make this grave mistake?
Why was it this kid whose life I had to take?
Why did I take a life when I cannot give?
Do I have anymore right to live?

I cried tears of guilt and pain
And gave the grieving mother my gun
I told her relieve me of my misery
Kill me before I kill again

The mother said with a sad smile on her face
You have sinned and punishment you must face
But killing you would only set you free
And I will be the culprit to your family

You will suffer everyday of your life
You will bleed lots more than my little child
You will burn in the self hating fire of hell
You will die everyday and live to tell

That day on I’ve cried a million tears
Hating myself for all these years
There’s nothing I can do to escape this hell
I feel I am falling into an endless well

God! I cannot ask for forgiveness please
I cannot ask for salvation
All I ask for is to set me free
From this dreary life full of misery


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Raindrops and Rainbows

depression squeezed like a boa constrictor taking most of the joy from her life struggling through the Great Depression she dropped out of high school, went to work an “A” student, she did what had to be done although she shed tears nearly every day her children still made her smile Mom lived vicariously through us celebrating each victory of her three children never missing a chance to congratulate us life with Mom could be hard some days she didn’t get out of bed we, her children, cooked and cleaned the family joker, I sometimes brought a laugh cherished were those rare moments one thing she had always requested – that we kiss her at her wake just thinking of this made me sad but I gave her that last kiss on skin so cold, hard each time a raindrop comes my way I remember the tears Mom shed but when a rainbow paints the sky it is her love that I remember and wish I could kiss the sky
*Entry for PD’s Early Mother’s Day contest


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her

i can see her so clearly
blue eyes blazing 
mist falling
the fog of the
ozark mountains
making the scene
surreal 

each time a car
past us i simply
saw her shimmer

she stood there until
my husband arrived
to meet us so i could
go home earlier
than i intended. 


she didn't know that
i was sick to death to
know how he was
treating her

the wisps of blonde hair
danced and blew and
wet tangled curls stuck
to her head

it was not because i
was her mother, you know?
but she looked translucent...
an angel.  i breathed sharp
as i listened to her.

you know what i mean...
it is a snapshot in time
that shall always be with
me, i need no camera.


she said "momma,
i am going to have to
leave him", almost
like she needed permission
to do so.  she looked
down, so sad.....

i just tried to give her
some of my strength;
hugged her fiercely.

she was only 27.

my darling i will love
you until the stars 
erase them selves
out of the sky ...
and even after
i die

i thought that 
everything
would be alright.

not so.  the stars must
have fell out of the sky
when i was not looking.

and....i didn't die

my love has been complete
and time standing even tho
he killed her as surely
as if he had taken a gun
of his choice and blew her
away.

he took,....her children
her money, her shelter
even her food and the
life she was trying
to rebuild.  


the miserable creature
who said she was not
good enought married
a new woman on the
day that they were 
divorced.


so now....for many 
years she was wandered
here and there and really
has no home. she lives
in pods at different peoples'
homes that love her.

then she moves on in a
cycle again.

her life seems to be
motivated by a fear she
is unwilling to discuss.

i know that she is certain
that if she stops she will die.

oh, God, i love her, i love
her, i love her.

by janetta


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RESPECT THE LAW AND YOU WON'T BE NAILED

Has anybody seen lots of teens of both sex,
doing community work?
They're out there cleaning parks,
scrubbing and washing graffiti off walls;
painting pedestrians while lines...
and by looking at them one knows
how they are feeling inside!
Ah, they have broken the law, got nailed...
and now they must pay!
One of them coming home exhausted,
told her mom, " I should have never stolen
that iPod...how stupid of me!
I could have found me a job and bought me one! " 
" O, Child, you learn by admitting your mistake! " was her reply.


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The Gracious Woman II

The gracious woman grows through her own self-reflection
Everything she goes through in life is a lesson
Her beauty is of essence such as her presence
Full of integrity, compassion, and optimistic guessing
The courage that she brings
Screams a strong woman destined
With the passion of a soldier at war
She is honorable, respectful, worthy and more
Qualities that must be adored


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A Jading

the smell wafted like a dream.
charred wood and red smoke. 
“benjie!” she yelled
as i ran away down the hall 
raising my arm against the flickering heat.
“benjie, come back!” she pleaded. “leave him alone!”
i stopped 
and coughed.
hot air rushed across my face.
hearing nothing but the roaring smoke 
i froze-up --
torn for the first time
between Comfort and Knowledge.

then slowly 
out of the choking haze
came a whimper 
and a scrape.
and a punch shook the wall.
i peeked inside the sizzling arch.
hot pitch oozed 
from an overhead beam
caught fire 
and dripped tiny flamelets 
onto the hardwood floor.
he was there alright. 
shaking  
and sitting on the floor in the corner.
i whispered:
“what’s the matter daddy?”
he looked up 
through crazed eyes of fire and hate.
“go away boy”.
then he cried
and hugged his knees.


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Mama

Skeletal,
shriveled,
your shell's a delicate, dry
and brittle casing,
soon shed.
Now,
age accumulates and,
exiled and bewildered --
all free choice fled --
death's an unknown terror.
You miss your home,
cannot understand how,
to those who once bent to your will,
you've faded to a shadow,
powerless, almost forgot,
a consequence of the natural order.
Enjoy the moments in the sun,
your food, your precious life's breath
that I listen for at night.
I cling, and mourn your life --
so changed.
Your stroke
has paralyzed us both...
my pity, cloaked in love,
is but another grievous wound
you bear.


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LAGNIAPPE

In a corner of the town, stands a building of antiques.
Not an ordinary building but one that percepts the imagination;
sense datum begins and a scene takes place.

I am transpose to my great grandmother days.
I see the rocking chair that she owed 
and the Raggedy Ann Doll given to me by her.

She is telling the store’s owner about his antiques
that this rocking chair was her favorite piece.
Oh, and she would like this doll for her grandbaby.

She said she wanted several rooms of furniture.
All must be vintage like her.
However, do not think of her as old.

She was short and plump with olive skin.
Her hair radiance gleamed.
Her smile meant everything.

She almost forgot my small gift that is when she shouted Lagniappe.
_______________________________________/
Sponsor: Black Eyed Susan
Contest Name: Antiques


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Invisible

They
Are
Among us.
Not alien
But more
Like us than
You will ever know.
They are
Neighbors
Dying
Of
Disease
And 
Hate
And
Grief.
They live
Next door
Behind walls
Built
Not of stone
But of fear.
Hungry
Penniless
Alone.
They are
Stereotypes
Birthing
Children.
Ad dictions
Carving
Flesh from
Bones.
They are
Sold
Into
Slavery
Beaten
By
Other
People's
Philosophies.
They are
Invisible.
But not
To
Me.


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Mother

pain and suffering endured giving life 
love and happiness enveloping youth 
kindness and guidance given throughout the years 
content and fearless as her death nears 
tears of sorrow shed as she departs 
tears of joy as time brings spirits to reunite 
mother and children together in everlasting life 


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Morning Martyrs

Their fiery blossoms swayed against the sky
In breezy weather and Mama and I
played games, describing how
the long, gold-tipped pistils wrote,
on air, sweeping pollen poems.
No eye that saw could help but read.
Their blooms were red against the green,
And in the early morning wet we deemed
We saw the blood of homegrown heroes,
Who died for duty, deftly limned ---
Dreams to occupy two minds
That loved the moves, in wind,
Of red hibiscus past their primes.


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Child of Mine

You are my love,
my hearts content.
you are my life,
a life ideal.
you are my joy,
and you are my happy.
happiness like no one else can bring.
you are my hopes,
and you are my dreams.
you light up my life.
you are my everything.
you are my fear,
and frustration.
you are my pain,
and you are my anger.
you bring out the best of the worst in me.
you are someone to blame,
someone to hurt,
someone who is no one who deserves the anger inside of me.
you are my child.

A child you should be,
I should love you as God intended.
I wish someday our bond can be mended.
I have made choices, i can not take back.
I can not make up for the motherly lack.
circumstance and situations have put me here,
feeling hopeless and living in fear.
anxiety has stricken me,
I have succumb to my disease.
giving up on what i believe,
I have become someone in need.
I can no longer give my love,
my patience has run dry.
my heart has grown cold, 
my eyes can no longer cry.

Forgive me for the mistakes I have made,
forgive me for the pain in your heart,
forgive me for the tears in your eyes.
I too am a child, learning how to become wise.

I love you child of mine


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My Grandfathers Dying Wish

See problems they no worry Timothy
He was raised by his Great Grandmother
One day she taught him
Miho you can make life beautiful or ugly
Work hard, find a woman who has a strong back
Beauty fades it doesn’t last long
Now let me tell you 
A woman with a strong back may not be your perfect companion
Times are changing, I think Faith is more important these days
I say okay Grandma, can I have the horachata now that you made me
No hush up! You can have it when I’m finished talking
Timothy come your poor Grandfather wanted you to have this
It is his Journal and I have never read out of it
She hands it to me
I am struck by it’s cover, it is brown and plain
Yet it spoke to me by it’s elegant style
These words were printed on the cover “Blanco Vendetta”
I was drawn and pulled in untill I was covered by the spell
The first page I open too it says “My first Mil Besos”
The Temptess that blew my heart away
I turn to page 33
It says “The story of an Apache Warrior”
There are no rules to an Apache Warrior when it comes to fighting
He says if you are my enemy I don’t care how but I’m gonna kill you
Page 41 is like a fist full of words thrown across the page
Barrio boxing, The protection of the Shield of Faith
Brokenhearted for my careless speech has left her heartbroken
Strengthened by Love “Amor”
Nourished by the sunshine in her hand
There is healing in its beams
Blessed by her presence Del Dios I am Greatful
I’m like Grandpa what did you say wrong
Then these words come to me
Give her your full attention when she speaks to you
Because the Heart of the Wise studies how to answer
So I close it and my finger brushes a bookmark
It’s the Last page
It says To: “Timothy my son who is as mighty as an army”
I Thank you for the Greatest Gift
For the Greatest Gifts are as small as your small hand that touched me
I plant these seeds and they will take root and grow because you are good ground
Timothy let me say That without you I would of never found my Faith in GOD
Listen for it is your Grandfather who is dead and speechless
Timothy you see the good in everything
And I know you will understand my words clearly
If a man gives you his word
Promise me not to plan your future on it
And if you give your word my son
Do everything in your Power to fulfill it
AND NEVER Promise more than you can deliver 
For it is better to put out more than you promised
Everyman is considered unwise when he appears foolish
I wish I could give you some insight about women
But your Great Grandmother may help you better than I can
But never timothy, Never be quick to fall in Love 
Or give your heart to a woman
Listen carefully to her words when she speaks to you
Cherish Her give her your full undue attention 
Because the Heart of the Wise studies how to answer
Love your neighbors as yourself
And do not strive against another man
If he has done nothing wrong to offend you
AS much as it is possible live peacefully with all men
And it is okay for you to speak these things with your Great Grandmother
She is a very wise and God-fearing woman
Amor take the greatest care of her, I Love you Son
Timothy when the time comes to avenge my death
Hit harder then you ever have before
But not in a Duel son, not like an open Vendetta
Marry his daughter Maria
The one who is pretty and Two years younger than you
Oh! He will suffer greatly!
And it will kill him to know that I chose this way to repay him
And remember son to be ready to fight any man at the drop of a hat


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My Mama

My Mama she trips out in the moon light
when I’m safely tucked up in bed
she dresses to wow her audience
but I know not of her occupation
when I ask I am greeted by silence
and then “You will understand when you grow up”

My Mama she returns at break of day
before the curtains begin to twitch or draw
she’ll come in exhausted and fix my breakfast
then checking in on me she’ll wake me for school
before she goes off to bed – she’ll see me later
to ask about my day and play

A Mamas kiss, a smile, a hug, warmth, food and a roof
Yet when we go out together people turn 
to talk to one another, quietly nodding
Funny looks are cast our way and yet not one shall speak to us
Aged nine in school I find out why 
when another child will laugh

“Ya Mama works the streets
lies on her back, watches the sky – to feed ya
-Tis what my Ma said”
It makes me cry
I love my Mama
but this shame hurts

I want to die…


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Deep enough to bruise the soul

He didnt know the wounds would go
Deep enough to bruise her soul
She lay there froze when he arose
She replaced her battered clothes
Rather the blows from clydesdales toes
Or the fate of conquered foes
This painful load forever to hold
A friend not stranger from her stole
He didnt think her dad would drink
Then find his gun beneath the sink
He hasnt blinked he's at the brink
Wants to feed animal instincts
Moms half insane feels daughters pain
Her tears form puddles like the rain
Her child explains how she's ashamed
Now mommy wants to share the blame
He didnt weep in courtroom seat
Jury discussion deliberately brief
Not very steep the sentence was weak
They only handed him three hundred weeks
He never did speak almost like asleep
He'll spend many cold nights wrapped in a thin sheet
Tried to be discreet almost lost heartbeat
When those bars of steel slid right past his feet.


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Sweet Children, Sleep

To the Newtown Children

A poet cries with broken heart

Look thine hearts be washen clean with death,
God knows how hastily can be
By an unfitting goodly young man
Become just another evil’s killer.
Take thou no mean of life
That so tenderly and small
Arranged now along that cold room
Where a hundred of parents
Like you and I look on poor children that thou think:
One day they shall be a doctor or a thinker like us.
To understand really why the hungry death
Has to do for their final journey in front of this sickness?

O, children! American children! My children!
I warn thee in all my heart and soul
That could not happen so earlier on life
And where thou cast the peace and saint in the kindness of grace
Take care of them from danger, thou take for a leaf
And makes my heart bleeding every one like us become angry
How in this heavenly nation this massive fate could occur?

Hold me fast in thine embrace God,
Where my despair cannot be silenced,
Let you and me and everyone else to knee and cross
Our fingers against our chest and pray for them,
Give them, Lord, thy blessing give,
Pray for them and mother as well,
And I shall finish this poem with trembled
Fingers and tears cascading over this bloody
Sheet as an awaken wind has just blown it from me.


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To My Husband

To my Husband,

A bringing of myself for understanding and pardoning of the days I fail him:
	( Then I think, will I be passing on the cycle of not being enough? 
		Will he understand that it is I who is never enough?)

Yet I still need to apologize, for coming to him incomplete:
	(For coming to him broken and asking him to fill a void he never made;
		  it's inherited from a generation of women who were never enough,
					and I was never apart of it all...)

I need him to know he completes me in ways I can not alone:
	(That it is when I am with him I am whole again;
		That it is when we are apart that I find my self alone. 
		That the emptiness is inside me and not us.
		That he fills the emptiness and takes the rawness of losing her away. )

I want him to understand why at home I fail at making a home:
	(I'm immobilized in loneliness into waiting alone ;
	            Waiting on someone to come home.
		Waiting on my sisters to come home,
		Waiting on my Mother to smile again, 	
		Waiting on my Mother to get off from work, 			
		Waiting on my Mother to get better again.)

 I do not want him to misunderstand my issues: 
	(I want him to understand they are mine alone to fix;
		So I can be whole for my son.
 		So I can give to them the completeness they give to me.
	 These two boys who gave me back life, I live in the now for them)

I need him to understand the loneliness is not from him:
	(I'm alone because I still grieve her loss and mine 
		I'm alone because she left. 
		I'm alone because they left. 
		I'm alone because every one has to leave
		and I fear living past their leaving.) 

I want him to know my love for him is Forever
	(That even without words I know he has that love for me 
		The one that forgives before the transgression is done, 
		and forever is an eternity assumed for infinity.)



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Praising Mother

Our beautiful mother,
Who gave birth to us,
Nurtured us and raised us,
With loving care,
Our companion all our lives,
Father's beautiful wife, 
Friend through calm and controversy,
A miracle of kindness,
Taught us right from wrong,
With us during our married years,
Grandmother and great-grandmother, 
Godly and religious,
Looking after all her children,
Loved and respected by us all,
I remember her whimsical sense of humour,
She had the patience that passeth understanding,
A tribute to all mothers on this special day,
Happy Mother's Day and God bless you.

Author:Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz


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Beneath the Furrows Beneath the Lines

Beneath the deep furrows
and the facial lines
clear sparkling
cheeky little girls
playful eyes
still smile
and shine.





''Many a time when I have talked to old people who I love, about their childhood, suddenly
something magical happens. Their eyes sparkle, and they become children again.''



Peter Dome.copyright.2013. Dec.


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A Mother's Advice to Her Daughter, The Bride-To-Be

When does forever become an option? 

Only when one can still find
Inspiration for living
Despite the stale smell of saliva
From the person across the bed.

Consider it better
To regret walking away
Than having stayed with much regret.

So should today the fading footsteps
With the banging door
—the sounds of an almost wedding— 
Be a reason for sleepless tear-fests, 
Tomorrow it can be a cause for appreciation
Or gratitude for thinking twice.

For it matters not how the heart aches now
For affection
Or lust; 
In the end what matters is how
The small talk before bedtime
—regardless of redundancy— 
Will always be interesting
Time after time after time.


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In Lieu of Flowers

“In lieu of flowers”, the obituary read, “please donate to a worthy cause.”
But when I thought about how she loved her garden, I really had to take a moment 
and pause.
I know her daughters meant no harm, they just didn’t want to deal with the mess;
Having just flown in from out of town, solely to put their poor mother to rest.
But throughout the years I watched that dear labor in her garden all day;
More than once or twice my house was blessed with the fragrance from one of her 
bouquets.

“In lieu of flowers” – are you kidding me!
“In lieu of flowers” – yeah, just wait and see.

Her daughters arrived at the funeral home, not really expecting much of a crowd;
I walked right in and introduced myself, probably talking a bit too loud.
“I’m your mother’s neighbor, the eligible bachelor; she may have mentioned my 
name.
She loved to tell me about you two – too bad you never came.”

About that time the truck arrived and they started unloading the back;
Flowers and wreaths of every kind in every imaginable color but black.

“Oh goodness sake!”
“What’s all this!”
“And where did they all come from?!”

“Oh don’t worry girls – they’re all from me.  And, they’re for your wonderful Mom.”

That funeral home was overflowing, with roses and pansies and mums;
Tulips and daisies; carnations and lilies; orchids of every kind.
There were snapdragons, Mona Lisas and delphinium;
Dianthus, lisianthus and mathiola amongst them.

The girls were shocked, that was plain to see,
They didn’t know what to do,
But their mother was happy,
Smiling down on me,
That much I know is true.


By Joe Flach for the "Flowers" contest.  
Okay, so it's a free verse that rhymes, I didn't mean to make it rhyme, it just sort of happened that way!


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Gods Gift

Someone to hold you 
Someone to care
Someone to wipe 
Away all of your tears
An icon of strength
Of courage and love
Gods gift to the world 
Is a mothers love.


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A True Credo Of Love

(To All Who Believe It Can Be Achieved)


Caucasoid, Mongoloid,and Negroid
Colour the conscience progression 
of Man's ethical Truths...
The cultural aggressions of violence
and ignorance must end!
Extend your heart, hand and life
Towards the Precious Don of Honour...
Freely, keeping the sincere
Brotherly Creed


 

Comments:  Brothers and Sisters it is time that we stand up and let the Love of God in, after 
all we are all one in the same under the skin, so why not give it a grand try... One Love and 
Many Blessings in Him Always, Adell


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mother's role

she was not such an old woman then 
when she tended to my tears 
and as always said "be still or 
i'll never get the splinter" and 
"how is it you always get 
these things in your feet" 
i didn't know the answer then 
anymore than i do now 
though i went barefoot 
all the time and never do now 
but things were different then 
i was young and careless 
still believing in 
her bigger than life image 

no, she not such an old woman when 
i cried over the simple truth 
that she would grow old and 
cut off the coal black ponytail 
and her skin would wither 
as all women's will 
i somehow half believed 
she would stay young forever 
then one day everything 
about mother changed except her role


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Mother

In reckless abandon my mind trekked,
But I "became", by the ardor in your being
Despite the discomfort,
You preserved me in your pouch
When you could have chosen to wash me away

With great pains and agony you brought me forth,
Can I be ashamed of her that bore me?
One thing remains,
Even now that I am grown,
Your love I have not outgrown.


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A Fine Lady

                    A Fine Lady

There is something I want to tell you
about a Lady I once knew. She was a 
very tiny woman, with a heart as big
as TEXAS.

God gave her a soul and also a heart of 
gold. He send her here to do a job for Him,
She never once complained. Juanita was 
her name.

She was a hard working Lady. No job was
 too much, or too big for her. she could cook  
and she could sew. She held a job outside
her home. I can say - she worked her fingers
to the bone.

Sometimes she would sit quiet, without saying
a word. Maybe she was thinking if she had done
it all. She was there for everybody, especially if
they were sick. She would be the first to go and
take them a homemade dish.

I am not talking about my Mother. My Mother gave
me away. I don't condemmed her either. My father
had left her too. With little ones to raise - she didn't
know what to do.

This little fine Lady took my pain away. She gave me 
a home and a place to stay. She also gave me her 
love. I can now say - she made my day. Because of 
this fine Lady, I became what I am today.

I learned to call her Mother - she had sure earned 
that name. One day she left this Earth, because God 
had called her home. Her Job here had been done.

I don't worry about her. I know that she is in heaven.
Heaven is where Angels go. She was one fine Lady
and an Angel sent from heaven to teach me how 
to grow...

Copyright  2006
 by Lucilla M. Carrillo


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It's A Duty

I am me
This I life
The one bit of it that I aptly perceive is – 
Life isn’t free

Life is the most invaluable thing 
Providence, intelligent as it is
Mustn’t be prone to waste its resources
Each living thing a capital to a definite end

Each and everything is alive
Ask the scientist of the day and they’ll agree
It thus befits that everything exists for a specific interest 
Specialization is key if we are to fully live

There’s exquisite order in every aspect of life
The solar system tells of an infinite intelligence
The social life with all its rulers and orders
Tells of the existence of a more superior, infinite rulers and orders

A spoon is almost like a fork
…but definitely different from it
A fork may attempt to do what a spoon does
But never as efficiently

We are what we are
Each in his and her diverse respect
Focus only on the deeds you best can
Let me specialize on being the best I can
…and let’s leave the rest

From the elephants to the ants
Each as important to the benefit of Mother Earth
Life has us all, with intention to co-exist
Lets all live actively, for Mother Nature’s benefit


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disillusioned

rocks in the rocking chair
with her granddaughter by her side,
she’s grown into an ambitious young woman,
she asks nana how it was
when she was young &
wondering if so many people back then
were so disillusioned
with the way that things were going
in their country---
grandma asks her to turn off the tv.,
grandma turns to her to say,
“when i was younger i had hope that
things were gonna change,
i stood in the streets with my friends &
family---
we fought against the police &
we all went to jail,
because we didn’t believe in the wars that
our country was waging,
we didn’t believe in the way that our 
country was treating its own citizens &
we didn’t feel that things would change
unless we ourselves did something…”

and then there was a pause &
her granddaughter smiled anxiously,
because she always looked up to her
nana for guidance, advice & wisdom---

but her grandmother didn’t say a thing 
after that---she just looked out the window
& kept rocking in her chair.
 


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marking time....to my friends on poetry soup.- the Lord helped me fight death and won.

i don't want to be just marking

time.  i died on november 20,

2008, during surgery.  i was

on a vent when i awakened 

december 2, 2008....my sisters'

birthday. what made me llive

i'll never know.  i know there

are things to do on this side

of death.



i have no time for marking time.

i have a stupid bag hanging from

my side now.  i am supposed to

"get comfortable with it".  well

that was a laugh.

that was a laugh until i thought

of the people that had these

things with no hope of ever

getting away from them.



i am so lucky.  14 days i laid

on a vent, then 22 more.

i came home 3 days, 



then 


i had
great pain in my chest...
.
well this is great i said,

a pulmonary emboli, 15 more

days, three days home.



then back to e.r. blood pressure

too high.  this bought me 

4 more days in e.r.



i am home now and finally 

have spent 19 days home.

i feel every pain and i feel

every time that i feel good



yes, i am never marking

time again.....there is

something about fighting

for your life and your sanity

that straightens things out.



i don't recommend it but

i wish i could let your hearts

know what i know.

janetta


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This Lovely Vase

This Lovely Vase

This lovely vase
So delicate and fine
Shines now by the window.

This lovely vase
Has known more years than I
Known the touch of many

This lovely vase
Once a Wedding present 
So my Nana said

This lovely vase
Once stood with flowers tall
Nana’s home grown blooms

This lovely vase
A careless touch and then
Fragments on the floor

This lovely vase
Pieces now were gathered
Mended then with gold

This lovely vase
As it sits there on the window
Catching sun’s bright glow

This lovely vase
More lovely than before
Now trimmed in gold 

This lovely vase
Healed by the scars of time
Still with grace and beauty


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Gothic Mother's Day Poem

Your beauty is a ripe and full
as the moon in view
so many tried to compete but there
talents were to few
for the mother that you are
is a hard act to follow
the love that you bring
voids the hollow
for our child's life is vibrant
due to your generous amount of love
so happy mother's babe
for you have to give you already gave.
(To my wife Courtney Dyer)


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Life's Laughing Miracle.....

Out of the unfathomable vacuum
Where nothingness is proud of its majesty
Rays of carnal light shines
Piercing every corner with the silken arrows of life
Out of sheer nothingness, pulses of joy and sorrow blossoms…
Little trivial ounce of life
Desperate to evolve, dying to assert an identity
Doubled and doubled, sucking milky life with voracious lips
Delicate ruby brooks find their way 
In the soft land of flesh, breathing life to every cell
Drunk with bliss of ignorance
Happily caged within a hollow cavity
While a nurturing, caring prison keeper feeds
One with essence of her existence…
Every jelly joint, every tender fiber trembles 
At the thought of forced liberty
The inevitable crawls forward
Pain enshrouds the prison keeper
Blinding flashes of light cuddle the unwilling little face
Which is adorned with crystal tokens of sorrow
Cute globes of curiosity roll to grasp
Every ounce of affection, every drop of freshness
A firm delicate fist opens up 
To touch the air, to smell the life, to taste the love
Life’s laughing miracle


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Me And You

From the moment I was born,
You never let me go.
As I grew older,
You always held my hand.
The moments flow by us.
Like fish in a river.
Every second that passes by.
We grow closer.
I know there were times of giving up,
That you almost had.
But you kept trudging through.
Through the sun and the rain,
The snow and the sleet.
My hand was always held.
You never let me go. 

APPRECIATION (In Honour of PD) 
May 21st, 2013


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A Lonely/Lovely Path

When I was a young woman
Just embarking on my own life
My grandmother departed and
Left me a special gift – 

A small, delicately framed
Faded black and white photograph
Of a long foot worn path running
Through a tall field of wildflowers
With a pointed church steeple in the distance
And in the bottom corner - 
In my grandmother’s tiny European scrawl -
A title – as I read it then –
“A Lonely Path.”

I knew she had given it to me
To remind me of her and the time
We had travelled together 
A few years earlier
Back to her childhood homeland
To the small German village where
She had lived with her grandmother
And walked this very path.

In my grief, holding the picture
The title felt fitting - as I knew 
From the stories I learned 
On our journey to the place 
Of her lost and sad youth 
That she walked a lonely path 
For many years of her life. 

Illegitimate, abandoned by her father
Even before her birth
Sent away by her mother who
Couldn’t live with the pain of 
Seeing her child’s face 
So much like her absent father’s
 
Only to be brought back later
Like a real-life Cinderella 
To care for her stepsisters
Until bravely leaving Germany
On her own at seventeen 
To find a new path to walk 
in America and a family of her own. 

And now, half a lifetime later
Recovering from long term illness
I feel pulled to revisit family history 
And realize upon studying 
The photograph on the wall 
In my front hall that I have walked by 
For many years now with a tinge of sadness
That maybe I had read my grandmother’s title
All wrong. 

Rereading the note taped on the back 
That she had written just to me - 
    This is the view from Grandmother’s house
    The meadow full of wildflowers
    We would hear the Angelus ring from
    That church steeple at six in the morning,
    Twelve noon, and six in the evening –
    That meant run home , no matter what play
    And pray the Angelus – 
    I still love to hear church bells!
I see now the title she really gave the photograph -
And maybe her life too - was “A Lovely Path”

And yet, as I continue to regard
My grandmother’s handwriting
I can see both titles reflected there, 
Like one of those images that changes 
Shapes as the light hits it from different angles
And I knew that her real gift to me was knowing 
that we each walk our own lonely and lovely path


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The Boxing Match

'Ding-Ding-Ding'

Round 1
Your knees became weak
Learning that your opponent was The Great Enah;
The one to never lose a match.
The one to tear you apart from the inside,
with a double right hook to a left
uppercut combo,
and finally a killer left jab to the
right cheek to only take you out
for 3 seconds at a time;

Round 6
My heart sunk
Learning of your match when you were half way done.
At this point
struggling
just to
keep your
breath.
Battlescars have taken captive your beautiful flesh
Wrinkles of veins stand like mountains
above valleys of blood on your deteriorating skin.
Yet I watch you continue on,
to land a glorifying punch to say
"Everything will be alright."

Round 12
The final countdown
Revealing the final combo
A fatal melee straight through the chest.
I fell to my knees as she tumbled to the ring's floor.
The impact of her body loosely colliding to the ground
echoed in my gut.
6 Rounds,
Not even 60 or 600,
could prepare me for this moment -
She lost.

'Ding-Ding-Ding'


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VEGGIE SOUP FOR HUNGRY CHILDREN

Soup tastes better
when its ingredients are veggies
with enough noodles
to give it a tempting look.
All the pasta letters of the alphabet
can be stirred in it until they cook well.
I see some children drool,
watching it with hungry eyes, but seeming cool...
while mom warns them of the hot steam,
" Don't stick your nose in that pot...you'll get burned! "
Finally, the veggie soup is ready...
every bowl is filled to the rim, 
" Yummy ", one says licking his lips.
" Dig in, kids...it's mommy's soup, the best ever! "
She tells them with a thrill that delights them all.
" One thing you've forgotten to say...
what was your letter? " Mine is A, " I yelled.
" Good, boy...I am going to reward with another bowl of soup!" 


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I Imagine

I Imagine

I am ashamed that I don't have the courage to approach you
Although I crave your conversation
Feelings of nervousness arrest me
I imagine how wonderful it must be to hear you speak my name
Oh how I wish that you'd initiate the first move
Be my hero and rescues me from this solitude
I am cursed with anticipation
I intentionally stand close to you so that I may steal a whiff 
Of your heavenly scent
I sneak cautions glimpses of you
Our eyes meet in startled glances
I am embarrassed—you are inspiring
I can write about your infallible features forever
I want to share this gift my Father has given me with you
Your amber skin demands attention
It's painted marvelously
As if the Angels had mixed the colors themselves
I imagine stroking this sensational canvas 
So gently that only the ridges of my fingertips are felt
Individually I count the tiny hairs on the nape of you neck
A favorite of my unknown talents
You are perfect and near me and yet you are distant
Unreachable as Grandmother Moon
I imagine holding you feeling safe in your eyes
I'd address you as my darling, my woman, my love
I imagine our love making
Here is where my imagination is at its best…
We'd disrobe each other violently for we are carelessly excited
Avalanches of kisses leave traces of my breath upon your physique
Euphoria entraps me
I wish to be inside you
I lay you down
My hands exploring you finding the inside
I kiss you drawing your attention to me you ignore the pain
Your hand grips mine pushing me in deeper
Tilting your head back pleased with pleasure
Your Latin Language confuses me
But I understand your eyes...
So I taste you
The friction on my face is fantastic
Your body dances to a tune you allow only me to play 
Without warning, I pause
It's not meant to tease you my love
It's only me wanting to share my spirit as you reach enlightenment
I delightfully mount you
Caressing your hair waiting for the precise moment out eyes meet
You bring me to you
I exist only for you and you welcome me in
Our bodies pulsate as we make love
You are my woman, and I, your man
And in this moment of mirage I love you
I can only imagine that one day you will love me too


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Our Eternal Mother

Every day is different but the 
cycle of day and night remain
the same.
Some may say that happiness
is made and not given but
many are deprived of this
emotion.
Seas and oceans are both
dominated by moving energy
and thus waves are born,
but stillness is never far
behind.
The very essence of life
itself is some times
masked by our selfish
nature; we take but rarely
give back.
Regardless of our very nature
life continues on even if we
are gone from this earth.
Some say death is a burden
but it is part of life; we are
born and then taken away
however it may be.
History repeats itself, like a
broken record unable to 
move on to the next chorus
of song.
Still words are eternal however
how it is done; songs, writing,
hieroglyphs or even prehistoric
art, they all project meaning and 
one of many may become part
of the puzzle still to be discovered
for life has many secrets yet to
be shared among the souls of this
earth; eternal and alight like
the sun and stars held by
the invisible hands of our
Mother.


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A delicious day

Sifting warm sand 
through my fingers
lustrous fine grains 
glitter my palm.
Soothed
by the soft powdery touch,
I sit for a while 
under the rocks
My bare feet 
swirl patterns in the sand
as I idly watch
a beach life unfold

Bustling mother’s set up home 
on plaid blankets
colourful beach bags 
thick with togs and towels
Buckets, spades
strewn all around
a picnic stored carefully
under a shady umbrella,
they gather the children
skip giddy with glee
slapping sunscreen 
on lithe limbs
with index finger
warnings
of do's and don'ts.

My gaze drifts to 
little pink sisters,
their chubby faces 
alive with imagination
as nimble bodies 
straddle the sand,
all wrapped up 
in mounds of castles
studding their dreams 
with pearly shells 
and whispering tales
of pretty princesses.

At the water’s edge
long legs prancing
tip toeing warmth
into the chilly sea
up to their waists in
crested waves
dipping and diving,
an ocean of laughter
as young lads play
splashing and yelling
a ball in the air
they plunge.

Picking up my sandals,
I walk up the beach
under the bridge
past crimson valerian 
It’s balmy perfume 
scenting a delicious day


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Beautiful Lace

Eyes of piercing true,
ever so blue.

I hope you knew 
as you flew on the wings of grace,
your life was like beautiful lace.

In that lace 
was a place,
just for me.


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LOOKING FOR HER

all her things she saved
for us are flung out and
flying all about.............


every counter is full and
ever shelf is crammed.
             each
has a story to tell


i have found a diary for a 
             day,
pages telling how she lived 
              each day
               
            
she writes how much
she loves my sister and
               i

she cries out how she misses
               and loves
               my father

she writes of her
love of her grandchildren
               that is
               what her
tomorrows are all about

i see
what made her 
              so sad  


she writes from her
               heart
and my mind breaks

my tears
of gratitude
flow

i am so thankful
she left me her
things
to care for......

i can let her go now...
......and say

...."mama go rest"

by joloujanetta


"never did i know what a comfort
a pillow where she lay her head
would be for me......"


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Mother

she waits
patiently for the ones sheee
loves but CAN NOT touch

once they were
small with mittens red and boots
rubber that waddled through the snow

now
older - with life’s
crest on each jowl

she stitches her ghostly fingers that shall catch no more tears
watching
their every bow


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To Mother-Nature

I seek immortality in two days’ life, Preserve me mother-nature,in your greenary. I seek no mutability My destination is not grave, Save me mother-nature, in your lap. I seek peace in your surreal beauty, Permit me mother-nature,to play with your colours. I seek longevity like that old mountains, Entwine me mother-nature,in your essence. I seek no disappearance like that morning dew, Let me flow mother- nature,with that river. I seek joys In your broader chest, Hug me mother-nature,with your strong boughs.
[to my mother and also to beautiful nature ]


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Mommy is right here, no fear

I'm so tire of picking up all these pieces, falling to the ground
Each time, I think things are getting better, worse comes along
Pounding my head in stones, causing boorishness in my soul
I can no longer love you, or look for you, my love, sweet love
My blessings are hurting, from this separation in our castle
Bricks are crumbling down, one by one, I must rebuild......

We now live in darkness, lack of food, and raindrops everyday
You left everything in the garden, causing me to regrow the roots
But, it's hard, it's difficult, trying to put smiles on my blessings
Finding gold to bring us light, or a blue plate, bringing peace......

The tears I hold inside, the pride I must swallow, and continue life
Showing my blessings, mommy is right here, holding you in the dark
Mommy is right here, giving you a feedbag, keeping you full
Nor fear or tears, shall enter your innocent souls, I stand strong.......

I'm ready for any bullets or knives, sent my way, to bring me down
For I will continue to live, and not let this separation bring me down
I will only continue, to pick up all the broken pieces, you left in the garden
I will not fall down.......

Delilah Ventura


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Dimmer and Dimmer

How absurd is the word .... death...., 
...Examine with caution, it takes all your breath
The depth of five letters, takes more than a glance

How one twist of fate could take you away
so swiftly, so certain,  one rise of the curtain, 
when never a reason to dwell there before...
to spell such a word....profanely absurb
How could the unthinkable, possibly happen?

You were here one day, then gone the next  
Not even a minute to pause or reflect
To say our goodbyes...those chances denied 
A single " I love you"...
one last time

Nothing can soften unbearable words
When grief is not real...just cruel and absurb
you can't drink it in...
Each stage is journey, a walk in the rain 
Turning a corner.......and starting again

But finally convinced, there is no denying
The days are confirming...although we would fight it
And life does go on, there are things we must do
And family to care for,.......a routine now to follow

Life swallowed me whole.......

And sooner or later those everyday things
Seem to deaden the pain....numbing the senses...with novacaine dreams
and the bitterness grays, and the years dwindle down 
Time chips away and the memories fade

Time,... in small portions,  chips away at the grief
But years, without mercy, is also a theif
My vision of you is harder to see, 
And try as I might,...it burns all the leaves
Your beautiful face, the fire of you,
Are flashes of amber.......there is only a hue
I can't view the picture as clearly I did
I can't turn it on like a light in my head
It burns, now so dimly...just a flicker, instead

Where once was the warmth of your arms, and your smile
Are whispers that come in the dark for awhile
I try to reach out, and touch them somehow
But they've burned into embers, I hardly recall

Like a photograph lost where it doesn't belong
Fading each day,  in the sun for too long
Fading and losing the bright flame I knew
I ponder the embers that have died in the flame
And I wonder......,will I know you if we meet once again?





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My Favourite Dish

Be what the ingredients
My favourite dish all it is
Made by my life angel
Mother she knows it all

The special seasoning 
Makes all always special
I call them the best dish
No prejudice with names

Miss it these days so much
Love seems missing in life
My favourite dish by “Favourite”
All through even after life

Served with unbounded care
Surpassing all the cuisines
It’s the touch creating wonder
O' Mother thou know it all



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OH MOTHER AFRICA

Oh mother Africa cradle of civilization
like the great trees of our green oceans
you protect your young from this great gale
from east, north, south, west but mostly west
it comes with a force first gentle then strong then stronger
from leaf to stem it sways the oceans
steering our waters to unright directions
it brings it's sand from far away and takes our leaves to far away.

Oh mother Africa cradle of civilization
land of fruits milk and honey
groom your young in your own way
let them know it's not for sale
our dignity, pride and values
but how do you cushion a dying man
how do you relieve a man running after a setting sun
a drowning man will clench a straw
if this he thinks will stay afloat
young shoots find no space to blossom 
even in this spacy forest
is this our fault or it it's fault
that seedlings readily embrace the gale
they know the wrath it all entails
but this they say is better than the dark.

Oh corner trees of iroko type
give space for the young to grow
their roots will firm their stems will broad
and this ocean green will stay agreen
heed my advice and pave the way
for if these things are not done in time
your young will continue to embrace the gale 
and this ocean green will go brown some day.


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MaMa

Mom.
Hey Mom.
Did I tell you I love you?
Well, I do.
Daddy loved you too.
I miss him too Mom.
But this man,
Is not Daddy
And can never replace him.
I know your're lonely,
But Mama he hurts you.
How can you love someone that hurts you?
You cover your bruises with long sleeves and makeup.
You smile in public even though you cry at home.
He comes home from the bar,
And all he does is yell at you.
All he does is yell
And then he hits you,
For no reason.
Mama why do you stay?
Mama your lip,
It's bleeding again.
Come on Mama,
Let's go home.
Our real home,
Where we lived with Daddy.
Him?
He'll never find us there,
Daddy will protect us.
Come on Mama,
WE're gonna go home.


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The Healer Part III (from my life story)

At the age of twenty two I gave birth to my first child to survive. A beautiful 
and flawless daughter with dark brown eyes and hair like mine.  When she turned five years 
of age warts began to grow on her hands. My daughter cried with eyes looking to me for the 
answer. The same eyes that looked up at The Healer Ms Agnes who cast away my warts so 
long ago.  

As with me, Traditional Medicine did not work and Ms Agnes and my Grandmother were long 
dead. Grandmother taught me how to use the herbs to heal when I was so young. 
Remembering getting rid of warts was a BIG job made me take pause.  If Grandma 
couldn't get the job done who was I to think that I somehow could. I stubbornly tried all 
Grandma had taught me, but only in vain. How my heart ached for the knowledge and power 
of The Healer Ms Agnes.

Such fretful sleeps did come as I felt hopeless for the answer to my daughters plight. And 
then it happened one calm and starry night. A deep sleep finally came so strong over me. 
While sleeping, right before me came a vision of The Healer Ms Agnes.  The very next 
morning I awoke with an idea of something new to try. 

With a calm and soothing voice I sat my daughter down. I took her precious little hands in 
mine. Gently I touched and counted all the scaly knobs I could find. All the memories came 
flowing back and the story I began to recant.  I closed my eyes and for the first time spoke 
about how my warts were taken away  I felt a little detached as I recalled each 
detail I could to conjure up the Spirit of The Healer Ms Agnes.

When I opened mine and met my daughters awestruck eyes her hands were still in mine.  
As I gave them a gentle squeeze I said " Maybe. Just maybe there's enough of the Spirit of 
The Healer Ms Agnes left in there for you too.  A question came to the edge of my mind. 
What if The Healer Spirit spell is reversed? It could be my curse for meddling with The Spirits 
That Be. The answer came as quick as a spark.  I would gladly wear mine again if it meant 
my daughter' would not.

On the fourth morning after that day my daughter awoke me with such a scream. I rushed 
to her bedside to see what was the matter. Lo and behold there among the bedsheets were 
the remains of her warts. Dumbfounded and bewildered I was left with no comprehension 
and speechless while I embraced my daughter with congratulations. As I took my leave out 
of her sight I slowly stretched out my hands to see if my warts had returned. I mused aloud 
when I saw they had not.

Continued in Part IV....


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Woman, The I AM

I am the woman. I am the only woman. I am the one woman. My name is Women. I nurse nations at my breast. Ripened bosoms set loins afire. Life spews forth from my parted thighs. Astride they clamp and drain desire. Lips, that part as seas once did, Guiding the yearning with silent voice. Plump and moist, they quench the arid Voices singing their grateful rejoice. My blood flows red, and rich, and warm. Tears stream rivulets borne of joy and sorrow. A rib once lost, hath given no reason to mourn I am perfected, I will lead all tomorrow. Woman, is my name. Woman, I am the one. Woman, I am the only one. Woman, the I am.


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A Mother

  
Who is a mother and what is a mother? A mother is one that gives birth to a child. A mother is one that loves you and holds you in her arms. A mother is one who gives you your first hugs and kisses. A mother is one that feeds you when you are hungry and takes care of you when you are sick. A mother is one that wories about you when you come home late. A mother is one that is happy for you when you suceed and one that tells you - I love you , when you fail. Many women can give birth, but not all can be called mothers. That is the reason that some are very special and that includes you mother. Happy mothers day...
05/05/2010 Written by Lucilla M. Carrillo


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I love you more

What can I render to the Lord for all His gifts to me
His love
His Grace 
His forgiveness
His sacrifice
His faithfulness
His Joy
He who took MY SINS
His abounding Mercy
His fathomless love
His total commitment to my salvation
To my wholeness
To my welfare
To my emotional stability
To giving me eternal life
He gave a pure white robe to cover me with HIS RIGHTEOUSNESS

Because of Jesus-I now know Him as an adoring Father. 
A Brother who will always walk so close I feel His presence and who always watches over me.
A mother whose words and affections surround me daily with care like a Mother hen
Proverbs:1:8

What can I render to the Lord who took my pain
Who in His own body was wounded and bore the sorrows and my grief I was to going through and the mistakes and the sin ready at every moment to try and trick me out through my life-time- 
He sent His WORD- His LIGHT to enlighten my darkness and show me clearly the road I should take-(Proverbs: chapters 1to 9)

Yes YOU were always ready to defend me, a helpless orphan- for without YOU as my Dad and as my mother- I was abandoned to this world-
But Now I can cry with all my heart- ABBA FATHER I love you - But YOU say
          
               I 
     LOVE  Y  MORE 
              O
              U 

What can I render to the LORD- MY God- whose precious pure blood was spilt to bear the sins of all our humanity- I will take ‘the cup’ of Your salvation and honor your name with my life- For only your pure blood is worthy to pay for all sin-I will confess your name before the world for which you died to save -and I will call upon your HOLY name - for your name alone is WORTHY- JESUS.

© Brenda V Northeast 28th  January 2012 


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EMMA SUE'S BIRTHDAY PARTY - from A Neighborhood Child

EMMA SUE’S BIRTHDAY PARTY

She’s looking happy    for a change
“Emma Sue’s a ‘Four-Eyes”
We call her that    and other names

First a threat    the stick!
But then her Mother appears with some paper bags
Bulging within    thick

Miss Mengin’s room is at attention
So early too    then
It’s only 9:00 a.m.

The bags are placed within a closet
Then locked away
The entire    LONG    day

Her Mother wears some worried wrinkles
Says a word to Emma’s teacher    frowns
But throws a smile before she leaves for town

At lunch    on the grounds
Emma Sue    as usual    stands aside    single
Doesn’t try to mingle

But    there is something  within
Hope in her eyes
Shoulders  up    elevated chin

By 2:15 excitement of the morning seems forgot
Not so!
By Emma Sue?    Certainly not!

Both she and teacher rise together
All eyes are lifted     puzzled looks
Quite forgotten the grammar books

Girls and boys begin to whisper
‘Four Eyes’    grinning    see her cheeks bloom
At front of a thrilling room

“It’s Emma Sue’s Birthday
See what she and her mother have baked
One for each and every person    little cakes

Put your books away
No more lessons
The rest of the way”

“HOORAY!”

For Emma Sue I must say
Those tasty cakes made all the difference
Well?    At least for one day
 









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Baby Dreams

The dreaming fetus foresaw his future life
His mother woke roused by the vision from her womb

Her cherished child now cushioned inside
Would shame his family name
Ravishing virgins

His mother wept
Wondering what a life was worth
She foresaw her labor pains and heard the victims’ screams
If she bore the boy
She too would surely be guilty
Damned by her DNA

Sobbing at her filicide sin
She grabbed a bottle of gin and stepped into the steaming bath…

…And somewhere a dreaming baby girl now slept peacefully.


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A Mother's Love

A mother's love:
    is a warm embrace.
        It is bed-time stories,
           and pancakes for breakfast.

A mother's love:
    is kissing a boo-boo,
        making the hurt all better,
            with a cookie and a hug.

A mother's love:
    encourages what is good,
        discourages what is bad,
           and always forgives.

A mother's love:
    is unconditional,
       unforgettable,
           neverending.

A mother's love:
    is all encompassing.
       It's a cozy snuggle,
          on a cold winter's day.

2/19/2013
Kim Merryman
Entered in Leonora's "Write me a poem (picture)" contest


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Touched

The train station was mostly empty.
The wooden bench was hard and uncomfortable;
I had no place else to sleep.
A rolled up newspaper was the best pillow I could find.

An old, worn out lady and her teenage son 
sat in the row of seats facing my bench.
He sat staring at me, while his muscles twitched,
his face contorted and grunt sounds emitted from his throat.

"Hi", he yells at me, causing echoes through the 
cavernous, empty train station.
"I'm sorry," she apologizes for her ward,
"He's a bit touched."
"I'm touched," he loudly repeats.

"Yeah", I say, sitting up, "What does that mean?"
"Well," she starts to answer ...
"No," I interrupt, "I want him to tell me."

"I'm touched," he shouts again.

"What does that mean", I repeat,
"What does it mean to be touched,
and how can I be touched, because I would like that."

A smile lights up his face as it bobs, twists and shakes uncontrollably.
He turns his whole body towards his Mother,
looks at her with a quizzical look on his face,
then turns back towards me.

"You can't be touched," he blurts out,
"You are normal ...I am different ... I am touched."

"Are you sure," I ask, leaning closer to his smiling face.
"Because I think you have been told something that is wrong."
Now both he and his Mother look at me intently;
she instinctively grabs a hold of his hand, studying me very closely.

I am aware that my appearances clearly indicate I am a homeless man.
I have not shaved in weeks.  I have not bathed in days.
I am wearing the same clothes I had on when I walked away from my home
and life six months ago.

"No," I continue, "Everyone else is different - you are normal."
"People only tell you you are different, because they are jealous,
they want to be like you, but they can't be.
You are the only normal person in the whole, entire world.
Everyone else is, a little touched."  And, I wink at him.

He lights up, rocks back and forth, laughs and guffaws.

I get up; walk over to the two of them; 
shake his trembling hand; and, kiss his mother on the cheek.

As I walk towards the exit, starting my journey back home,
I turn and see a policeman walking past the two strangers -
I barely hear the policeman say, "Good morning",
followed by the boy's loud, booming voice, gleefully shout,
"Hi, I am normal."


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four a m feeding

i light no lamp
i go by ache
and touch

the song of your hunger
guides me
to your humid nest   my hands
curl under your arms and lift

it's instinct this gift
i give you at night
i know you
differently
smell you   when i can't see you

buttons to unfasten
half asleep
it's hard to work my fingers
and juggle you
but soon   i fold you
in the crook of my arm
these pouches of stone
four hours without you
look what it does

you seek me
blindly   rooting for the source
i croon
it is there
i melt and gush
you choke break cough
too much 
too fast 
gurgling to your belly

milk splatters your face and fuzzy scalp
milk sweet and warm    such
plenty to grow on

i nuzzle your head
and rock the chair
slip my hand 
under your gown
to fondle

your miniature toes

little peach little plum
i cannot imagine you
grown


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A NEIGHBORHOOD CHILD

One Christmas eve    my ceiling hung
With thready webs    a glow behind
Cast lace patterns on my bed

That Yule    eight reindeer ran the covers
Then through every midnight room
I cried to mother    father    brother

All of whom had shed    by dream
Their task of season’s rush and bother
Free    but lost to my entreat

“Can’t you see them paw    prance?
Oh    mother    how they rear and point
At Santa – that jolly     Christmas    ghost”

All filmy things    once designated
Then    not real    evaporated
And I sat straight up in bed

Rubbed the cobwebs from my eyes
Memory of tinsel    candy
Presents in my drowsy head

Awake to silence    angel hair
Little men in forest dress
Imaginary pixies on the stair

And then    remembering the tree
(all hazy else    it seems    had been a dream)
The tree that by our fireplace rose

In thought it glowed above the dreamy web
Those blue    green    red    silver lights    
Had formed quaint phantoms on my bed

I’m up    on tiptoe    and carefully
Am sneaking toward the living room
(Inky blackness    don’t you see)

Don’t you see the little man
Dressed in Santa suit   belt     and boots
Spreading presents neath the tree

Now truth be known    so sorry am I to say
‘Little boy blue’ is yet in bed
Those phantom figures swimming his head

And late that eve    ceiling bright
With visions of the coming day
The wisest Angel of the night

Makes visit    singing    of the play
A song of filial brotherhood
With child invests the neighborhood


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Thanks Mum

Mother If I could give you diamonds For each tear you cried for me If I could give you sapphires For each truth you’ve helped me see If I could give you rubies For the heartache that you’ve known If I could give you pearls For the wisdom that you’ve shown Then you’ll have a treasure, mother, That would mount up to the skies That would almost match The sparkle in your kind and loving eyes But I am sure you’re well aware My devotion, love and care Are always with you Thank you mum


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The Chicken Bank, Foiled

Dave...The armed robber
Bank robber
Back in sixty-three
Would leave me sleeping muvva
For much skullduggery

Raiding banks, petrol stations
And very auften...I swear
He even raided
The new joint 
Called............ Mothercare

And wake his giant angel
Who very loudly snored
With booties bonnets mittens 
And cardies, she adored

One day they got raided by many Old Bill
Dave got all panicked 
Bout the money he did steal

Muvva said dont worry' i know the perfect place'
(she pulled out the chicken roasting) 
A grin upon 'er face

She stuffed its hole with money 
Whilst Dave let in, The Bill
She stood there trying not to grin
As Dave looked slightly ill

They searched high and low 
Even toilet system
But never checked the fowl
Most glorious, which
Very smoothly glistened

They even praised Ma's roast
The aroma was devine
They said how they hoped
Theirs would be arf as fine

Off drove the coppers
Ma, Dave raced to the chicken
Pulled out all the dollar 
Whilst happily finger licking 


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A Mother's Covenant

A Mother’s covenant with her creator
Spoken in depths of breathless silence
Bids her bear and nurture fruits
Each with free will and a given purpose
Assuring the existence of our race
Each comes with a gift to benefit the whole
Each a member of God’s body here below
His spirit imparted; a blessing, each one is
Sent to a world groaning, longing for peace

Mothers are special; vessels of His providence
Honor for self-sacrifice; honor for their pan
A Mother by natural birth or by an adoption
Glory in your humble station
Teach the basic truths
Expose the layers of lies 
Shed the meaningless disguise
Realize the power within your grasp
Help make our world a better place.

HAPPY MOTHERS’ DAY!
5/12/13
~*~


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Recycling Thoughts

My majority years have bolted
and this Mothers Day
Has left me to suppress thoughts,
from our past,
left curbside as rubbish;
That God never intended
to be recyclable;


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Survival Of The Fittest

Dropped out of school
At an early age
Lived on the streets 
Because, I disgusted my mother
She thought I was a poor example
Of true Christian beliefs
At an early age 
She religiously drummed into me
‘blood is thicker than water’
And yet, 
Here I am today confused, lonely and hungry
No one protecting me
No friends
No family
No home to go too
Just, peoples eye for an eye,
tooth for a tooth mentality
Praying for the sun to shine
To feel some warmth again!
Sun rays of hope, lighting me up
To live through this darkness without fear
With a heart full of faith
No matter what happens to me, now!
If only I could drink my salty tears
It would sustain me for a lifetime
Your tears are worth nothing, around here
You’re classed as weak and venerable
Only attracting death
Your life worth nothing!
Save me from myself
I am my best friend
I am my worst enemy
My prayers and dreams
Lost in the wind
Blowing around like autumn leaves
The rain washing them away
Down the drain into the sewage
Rolling with the seasons
Year after year
Survival for the fittest!
Surviving on the love
Hidden, inside me
Being my strength and guide
My personal lifeline
In surviving this crazy world 
We all live in


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For Grandma Carol

I'll hold fast, cling to the echo of your fading chime.
Remember the intonations of your wisdom, revel
in the moments that were a balm to my soul as it 
was young, and breaking free. 
Your blood still runs, in these veins..
alive in my journey. 
My heart beats in rememberance,
the song of my ancestors;
I'll hold it here, in this blood
that you gave and know 
that you are still with me. 
 
-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.


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Cosmogenesis

A whole civilization of explorers, embarking on the night sky.
Spirits to sit amongst the glowworms and fireflies.
Watching the movement of the heavens as they lye.
For a dark rift to the mother of creations caught there eye.

Earth goddess, cosmic mother, snake woman, mother of new age.
Enchanting minds to a galactic center, for times of birth, times of change.
Cosmo-grams in stone marking the sights as their arranged.
Alignments to the exits and entrances to our last great stage.

The binding of the years to a sky so wondurously vast.
Grows closer and closer as the years they have past.
First sun amidst the glowworms and fireflies,
align with great mother to greet mankind.


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Alfie

Down the foggy street
your lonely figure did laik,*
no words no smile
just waiting for your mate,
knowing I,  a wandering soul.
Like the wind!
I’d come and go, summer madness
winter’s snow, recharged urchin
forever all aglow.  Yet!
next to the corner shop
your place, we all perceived
your fortress, a sanctuary to hide
you from the real world.
Oh yes!
you were the bullies delight
they smacked you around,
you were too afraid to fight.
To see your eyes
shout out in sheer terror,
I had to intervene
your mother never forgot!
In childhood,
you bore witness to all that was
evil, fear begot the prisoner
locked within yourself.
Sometimes!  I try to tell myself
the fights were never real,
just a fantasy of this time
we invaded, a time when
might was conceived as right
and weakness an excuse
for intimidation!
Here now!
I stand at your feet
barely forty, and you’ve gone
no doubt to a better place,
your mother by my side
conveys a reflection of
yesteryear, Chapel Street, Back Beck
our visits to the monastery
for the fruit of the bee.
The tears still flow
she misses you so!
“Yet it is so apparent
here you lay in sublime rosiness,
St Peter, smiles upon this place,
whilst death ended life’s neurotic war.”

* laik.  yorkshire dialect for play


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SUMMER, AND CICADAS

for Paul

Summer, and the cicadas have gone mad, 
singing out their ending lives with the deafening din 
of a train that envisions the wreck. I, in my
wintering time have more enduring songs to sing 
in this "sad, old world," as my grandmother 
would say, walking in her farmhouse flower garden, 
bearing the sorrow of a husband, and a cherished 
daughter, gone too sudden and, too soon.

In the present place of peace and comfort I have 
somehow, against all odds, managed to create, 
a former life greets guests to an island retreat: "Welcome 
to the Middle Ages" say candelabra, hundred-year-old 
chairs and medieval tapestries, better hung in some
hushed and darkened cathedral  There's no wicker here, 
just a retro flicker from another era.  My "Pro Clean" 
guy, accustomed to this paradox, has laundered carpet  
chosen feckless white, replaced, now, with sensible 
green, gleaming clean from his expert efforts.  

He's come again--"The usual?" he asks, eyes 
holding mine a heartbeat too long. He's two years
divorced from a young wife who walked, a mother who 
deplored dates with an older woman.  How Cool!,
thought I, and he's met with my inquire, "Seeing her 
yet?" No, the reply, as he turns on his heel, "But
we got along..."  End of story? No, not quite.  

Slow fade to a question made: "Are you looking 
for a date? I'm charmed by confidence, his bold audacity, 
the final tenacity when he heads for his truck, 
"If you change your mind, give me a call."  But, "MAY 
I?"  Happy, Sappy!, My end of the seesaw's weighty; 
he's forty, I'm eighty.  Still in the game?  More or 
less, I guess, but where does it end?  I'll tell you, 
my friend: "Red Rover, Red Rover," it's when 
no one comes over.





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Mother

Mother is god in the eyes of a child


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The Purity of the Human Soul

" Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
  Thou art more lovely and temperate"
                                          - William Shakespeare

His question ponders through my mind
For he claimed how thou art more beautiful than thee
Enchanting summer with its mother; the sun

For thou are indeed my guide
Thou art my sun that never misleads
Thou art the one person I shan't leave
And shan't wish to be gone by the morning's rise

O treasure deep within my soul
Beam so strong to enlighten my days
Art thou hearing the wonderful tune?
Playing so softly with the rise of the light
But then again thou art brighter than the sun

Thou art the glass of pure water
Emerging from the steep, creamy waterfall
Gleaming sparks attached to your white neck 
Purifying the light touching your skin

" Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Nay, for thou art more beautiful than a summer's day
For if I do compare
The sun shall melt and the wind shall be amazed
By the beauty thou behold
Embedded deep within your soul

Beauty isn't only from the outside, but from the inside; within a soul,
   For the outside might just be a disguise, to simply foul one into ambuscades


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Scarred but not Wounded

Hush child, wipe those tears
The demons are away
They're not after you, I promise
It's just the cold weather.

Hush child, I hear you sob
The monsters are gone
They're not after you, I promise
It's just shadows in the dark.

Hush child, I know, you're hurting
These demons and monsters are mine
It's just me, I promise
And all my cold shadows.


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Winter's Lair

Evening skies darken to ashen gray
Mesmerizing, no glance dare go astray

Small living creatures sense looming danger
Low black clouds, mother nature's anger 

Trees scatter moonlight's eerie shadows
Warm breath turns crisp in this sudden winter castle

Stardust lands on frozen meadows
As creeping fog erases moon's shadows

Icicles hang like stinging tassels
From petals on yesterday's beautiful flowers

Footsteps today placed upon soft green grass
Now shatter beneath me like breaking glass

Bare exposed arms of the mighty oak tree
Even her fingers, tremble of what is to be

Now encased completely in coffins of ice
Awaiting mother nature's one destructive sigh

To bring down her branches
Out goes the power
End of story

©Donna Jones


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My Mother

My mother, oh my God
This woman was extraordinary
The woman who gave birth to me
The woman who took care of thee
My mother
This woman was extraordinary
A loving mother 
One who always supported and helped others
She would give what she had 
To bring people out of their struggles
Oh my God
This women was extraordinary
Had her own style
She did not walk a straight path
She loved my father
Although he whipped her behind
This woman was extraordinary
She kept a roof over her children's head
Made sure we were fed
Although she had a drug problem that never stopped her

Vanessa R. Turner
10/16/52 to 09/17/96
She handled her business
She got all that the welfare could give us
This woman was extraordinary
Over the years she became ill
A victim of HIV
A dialysis patient
Although she faced these challenges she sustained
Who she was my mother extraordinary


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Tear in My Heart

My mother never knew what to do with me.
I was an obligation that needed to be. 
But I wanted her to love me.
Simply… love… me.
I would do anything to please her.
Wanting her to be proud, I worked hard at everything I did.
But she viewed me as her competition, not wanting to be out done.
Needless to say our relationship wasn’t what I wanted it to be.
I dreamed to have a family of my own to simply… love… me. 
I had a daughter who didn’t live. 
And my mom said someone like me shouldn’t have kids.
Though she didn’t know about my epilepsy and other problems with my health.
Then my life fell apart with hard times everywhere.
I didn’t show it but hidden…my health wasn’t all that good.
My husband’s diabetes affected his mind. And epilepsy was working on mine.
I ignored that fact. I worked hard as my epilepsy kept tearing every thing apart.
Finally with a hard earned job… Fourteen years later I had a son. 
The son I’d always wanted to have.
I was so very proud but was attacked by both health and son, at every turn.
He was wilder than most creating problems everywhere.
He blamed me for everything and everywhere something went wrong.
My health did it again at work as my relationship continued to crumble with my son.
He hated a mother who had to work, had epilepsy, and just wasn’t there for him. 
I was slowly dying when he was 12 and I was 52, when finally I was saved.
That night… I met God and he said I had more to be done along the way.
I came back and did every thing I could to help my wayward and unruly son.
But way before I helped him go to college… I knew I had lost my son.
But his best friend needed a mom so I was there for him.
It seems so strange to tell, but as my son moved out… His best friend simply moved in.
And it’s even stranger to tell that… 
The son who will occasionally smile at me, is someone else’s son.
He’s my heart-adopted son and has brought my first son closer again.
Jesus was always here and… the tear in my heart is gone.


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Prized Possession

Prized Possession


When was it that society and religion
Became so afraid of the sexuality of women

Or was it just men who became afraid

Trapping and turning beauty into pornography
To suit the idealism of a capitalistic
Ideology
Made women its prized possession

There was once spiritual prowess in her nakedness
Once long ago
The symbol of womb and breast
Gave birth to life

And a possession was once the sexual expression
Of both women and men
Connecting
Copulating
In an essence of a spiritual unity
Defined by the pleasure both received
In giving to life

So how did sex become a sin
Dirtied by morals
And then sold in a tin 
Of instant readily affordable self gratification
When did your own sexuality
Become a commodity
For them to sale

And poor Eve, lead mankind to ruin
And she alone made responsible for the fall from Eden
So shall she pay the price in cultural centuries
Of Christian and Muslim oppression

Such is the weakness of men
That by muscle alone defends them
Such is the weakness of men
That their God must of course; be a man
Such is the weakness of men
That in the face of beauty
It must be their possession

Such is my contempt of those men
Who cannot comprehend
Where their own lives began
And who’s wives and daughter now exists
In a poor excuse for love and worship
Trapping and turning beauty into pornography
To suit the idealism of a capitalistic
Ideology
Made women its prized possession




Inspired by Brandy Megens poem “News at 5” 






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soon the bell will ring

Soon the bell will ring.
Asleep, your warmth is still the same
An echo of strength still resides in your arms,
Wrapped around me they Instinctively protect me,
‘though later they’ll hold for a steady hand.

Lying here reminds me, of when I’d scurry to lay
and listen to your sturdy voice bring alive Dreamland.
You’d bush my still wet hair, tickle me to bed,
scare away monsters, and kiss my cheek all in one sweep.

In half an hour, when the bell rings,
You’ll roll away as my day begins,
And I’ll lay out your shoes, socks,
Clean underwear, and gown.
The next appointment is in half an hour,
And after that I’ll lay you down.

Time is running out,
I feel the urgency.



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Perfect

Perfect

I catch myself thinking
I have to call my mother or
My mother would like
That Christmas card
With the kittens

But there are no more phone calls
And no more Christmases 
For her
Or for me with her

No more wondering
What I would buy a woman who says
“I don’t need anything”?
No more
Complaining that I 
Have to take a bus and a train
And a bus 
To visit her

In a perfect world
I would have been the perfect daughter
More attentive
More caring
More loving

In a perfect heaven
My mother would be with my father
He no longer yells
Or worries about money
Or forgets who she is 
They would sing songs together
As they used to

On a perfect Christmas
There would be a 
Silent Night
And that is what
I have now

But it seems
Less than
Perfect

December 22, 2009


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Heart to Heart

Mother, I feel the weight the spinning world. I feel each parental nudge, as a rock, in the cairn of my life, the weight coats my fragile fleeing thoughts, dulling. The spinning child teeters to adult whirlwind, still, sloughing stale nudges. Worlds appear and disappear within the turmoil of my roiling mind feel each parental nudge declined, as a rock standing firm against a gale of fright in the cairn** of my life, I will reign. Son, I know I ask too much, am too much, give too much, hold me. I know, you know, I too spin, and teeter in the winter of my years. I ask only that you see my love, in the absences, as we grow. Too much of mewling mother has melded with you, I weep. Am too much, and in being so, feel never enough. Give too much of my own fear, though unintended, it bleeds. Hold me close as my time is ending, and the rocks of my reign fall.
* This is my original form called Et Cetera a subcategory of Free Verse **cairn is a pile of rocks made to blaze a trail


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A Crystal that Darkens

Winter is also celibate.  The conscience is moving,
A frozen light in a frozen eye.  It's raining much looser,
Down a ripped tree.  I couldn't have, 
I couldn't have, in this sin-sick tenderness.
              ___

My face is cracked in my fawnlike fingers;
And the nose betrays an inner child, who
Wouldn't listen to sparrows about being catched.
I just insisted fur was wings.
              ___

The feminine chill on the palm must be sorrow;
When I think of church bells, or mother- 
That I am haunting as raw love.


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Ageless Laughing

Wheeled in from the cold,
wearing layers of winter clothes,
her aging daughter brings
her to a table close to the door.
The years on her face
are apparent by the loose skin
drooping from her cheekbones,
eyes sinking into her face as her 
eyelids spill over into her line of sight.
The sparce wisps of white hair
on the sides of her head
stick out a little like that of a clown,
the top of her head more or less bald.
She reaches for the coffee
her daughter brought to the table,
and holds the mug with both hands,
bringing it slowly to her lips. 
At first glance,
her obvious vulnerability 
brought tears to my eyes....
But then something made her laugh,
and the smile on her face
was all I could see now. 
I didn't see old age anymore,
I didn't see vulnerability,
I only saw a mom and her daughter
drinking coffee and laughing about something
I would never know.
I turned back to my own coffee
and smiled as I raised the cup to my lips.





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Sorry i cant be perfect

Im trying to be perfect.
Im trying to make you happy. 
But no matter what i do.
Im just not perfect enough for 
you.

We argue EVERYDAY,
i cry EVERYDAY,
we cant go ONE day without an 
argument,
I wish we could.

You used to be my hero,
Did you know that?
Now your just a zero.
I cant talk to you.

Dont you understand? 
everytime i try,
to talk to you, we get in an 
arguemnt,
i cant take it another day,
i thought it was reationships 
pulling me apart.

But i was wrong, 
Its you,
Your making me loose hope,
Your makine me not feel, 
perfect.

Now, you dont even trust me,
That made me loose even more 
respect for you,
How could you say that?
I can be trusted!

Your my mother!
You should ALWAYS trust me!
But i guess im wrong,
im sorry ill never be perfect for 
you


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Summer Flowers

A flower as blue as the sea, A flower as green as green tea. A flower as yellow as a bee, A flower as gold as a key. A flower as purple as a plum, A flower as pink as a drum. A flower as orange as a jet, I wonder if I can get any flowers for my mother. Aunika Alch Age 11


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Stormy Night

Rain falling to the ground
Silent whispers all around
Pitter patter, pitter patter
Rain is falling all around
Warm and toasty by the fire
Sipping cocoa on the floor
Crickel crack, crickel crack
Cuddled next to the fire
Is the mother and her daughter
Crash BOOM lighting strikes
1...2...3...4...5...
The girl is counting, 
As her mother holds her tight
Soon the storm will pass
The sun will break the morning sky
Sleeping quietly next to burned out ashes
Is
The mother and her Daughter


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Ultrasound of an Unborn Child

We saw the ultrasound of your unborn child
Early this morning, still awakening 
When at the speed of light
It raced across the internet finding its way
Into our home and hearts.
Your mother began to cry and I 
Was stunned and stupefied 
At the reality of it all, remembering when 
You were one time just so small.
I wondered about all the unseen and inexplicable forces 
Conspiring and converging to create this new life
Inside you now.  I wonder how 
Time could have raced away so rapidly leaving
All those yesterdays turn to dust 
While you grew up in front of us.
Thankfully, as the infinitesimally small 
Photographic figure in this ultrasound shows, something 
Of our hopes, dreams and love grows
Like fruit of the vine and nectar  
Of God’s eternal sea of goodness and grace shining
Down on our humanity.  
This evening when the sun sinks low
We’ll still be aglow with thoughts of you 
No longer one but two
Hearts beating together 
In rhyme and rhythm.  Your mother and I 
Could never be happier for you and this new found 
Miracle we’ve been given.    

 


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The Gracious Woman

The gracious woman is hated
She is not overrated but such a natural one
Morals and values dictated
Through her trials and tribulations her smiles stun
Family and friends created
Stay optimistic throughout the long run
The woman is so courageous
A strong heart is number one
She seems to be contagious
Her relationships are always undone
Her worthiness is outrageous
To find another is dreadful
To lose her is regretful
A woman of this caliber is so special


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''Broken Light''

~Why will your love never be true?
Such an absent silence.
Wearing a heart I can see right through.
An emotionless ploy.
Faint face,as eyes that were always dim.
I remember now,the smile that was forever saved for you.
But, no return, left lonely.
I turned away from our broken light.~



This is for children who has felt abandoned by parents~


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Life Goes On

No, I cannot remember the moment life began for me in my mother’s womb: You know, a 
brand new creation after leaving my father to stick to my mother for nine months, like would never happen again.  
 
Neither can I remember when I traveled the birth canal to enter the world that awaited my presence. Actually, they were the wrong hands that I entered: the very ones that 
disconnected me from my mother and slapped me on the bottoms to hear me say what was on my mind, just for that moment!  
 
I do believe most of us have been there. 
 
Well, here’s a bit more that we can agree on: 
 
From there, life goes on….


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Miss you loads

I miss you loads…

My mum she was, kind and meek
In the wardrobe of my memories for her do I now seek
She is gone in the tomb
There she is carefree like in a mother’s womb
Devoted she remained as long as she was alive
Indebted to her sweet tender care does my whole being thrive
Her face was my solace
She was my life’s only Ace
Her shadow was my comfort
Crying on her shoulders was my only resort
Every morning she would wake me up like the cool morning breeze
In her lap all my fear would freeze
Hidden in a veil she used to work all day
From her God for us only she would pray
Where is she gone I wonder
My quest to see her again does not ever surrender
Like a beautiful flower was her pure face
My mind does not let it ever efface


Her ears were seats where all my secrets were poured
Bless her soul with peace Oh my Lord!




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Rainbow Child

God answered my prayer.
I asked Him for a child,
a child with all the races,
all the hues and colors,
all the shades and tints,
so that when she enters this hateful world
which only sees in Black and White,
she would not be discriminated against...
she could not be discriminated against.
For she would be Black and White.
For she would be neither Black nor White.
She would be a class of her own.

You are my Rainbow Child.
You were brought to this world by a Colored mother and a Blank father.
Your father died long before you were born...
he was hanged.
Your mother... me....
I pressed on
Until
one day
It all became too much. 
So I clenched you tight to my breast
And I sang you a song.

"You are my sunshine"
And indeed you were.
"My ONLY sunshine"
My ONLY reason to live.
"You make me happy when skies are grey.
You'll never know, Dear, how much I love you.
So please don't take my sunshine away."

I pulled you from my breast
and looked at your beautiful face.
My Rainbow Child...
My Rainbow Child.
In my arms so peaceful and calm.
The very thing I longed for you to have...
Peace.
Peace in a disruptive world.
Peace in a confused reality.
Peace of mind.
And you lay in my arms,
Eyes closed,
No crying,
No noise,
No moving,
No breathing.
Peace.


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MORE THAN EVER HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY


I know the upbeat feeling of a mother today Humankind invented this day A special day God knows our sacrifices Our love is cherished Nobody could have been surpassed We long our life could never passed Grey hairs are symbols Of worldwide significance and proofs Your sweetest love and virtues Are forever ours Children and grandchildren love you MOTHERS, God has made you A priceless GIFT from our Almighty.


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Patradoot or The Messenger 26/Many

Patradoot or The Messenger26 /Many 
  
English version by  Ravindra K Kapoor 
Originally written in Hindi by my 
Late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor


These Indian women, who were called salves of man,
And even showed as degraded by the writer publisher Ms. Mayo,
You would see, what courage and bravery they have shown,
You can witness and see from your eyes, dear letter.

You will see them fighting fearlessly, dear letter,
While wearing beautiful saffron color sarees,
As if,  the goddess of courage is giving them strength,
To peacefully face lathe's and beatings on them,

Some where you will witness on your way, dear letter,
How bravely these women are struggling, while bearing,
Tortures and lathe’s in love of their motherland,
They go even to jails without fearing cruealities.

Such was the courage faced by brave and bold Indira,*
The only daughter of Kamla* on Zero Road, dear letter,
When she saved the honor of national flag,
While fearlessly struggling to carry on the procession.

Ravindra

Kanpur India 6th August 2010                                 to continue in 27

*Kamala …Full name Mrs. Kamla Nehru. The reference is for the mother of Mrs. Indira Gandhi or the late 1st woman Prime Minister of India.. Kamla Nehru wife of Jawaharlal Lal Nehru. She was a great social worker and Freedom fighter. My mother or the writer's ( Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor ) wife to whom the entire Patradoot is dedicated used to go with Late Kamla Nehru,  as her regular companion to awaken the women and men living even in poverty and slums areas of Allahabad

* Indira   or Mrs. Indira Gandhi. The reference is of Mrs. Indira Gandhi, who later on became the Prime Minister of India. She was taking part in the non-violent movement of Mahatma Gandhi, even while she was quite young. Indira Gandhi was also from Allahabad.

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Patradoot in Hindi was originally written by my father late
Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor in 1932, when he was imprisoned
by the British, as he was fighting for India's freedom 
under the leadership of Mahatma Gandhi. After India’s
independence as a true follower of Gandhi Dr. Amar Nath 
Kapoor left active politics and devoted rest of his life in 
writing easy mass literature and wrote many Dramas, 
Poetry books, epics. All his other literary 
works were mainly written from 1955 to 1990. 
He left this mortal world in 1994. 




 


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Mother Celestial

The night, with everything humid Took us to the balcony Current of fresh air, the moon also ripe Amidst queries – we reached about stars Why the luminance, clusters, variance? Non astrologer, She did a best But one premise struck Each man has one up there She answered – to everywoman too Where is mine? That, she pointed: the brightest. Why . . . what about yours then? Mine is in you, son The place in your father’s house. And She was my mother! (Tribute to Elizabeth Adetutu Ojo)


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A moms Love

As a lad I always wanted what my friends had. Never could I understand why I never fit into your plans. You were there when I was young. Wish I could remember the fun.
Then you started to fade away.. I can’t remember the memories made A little girl is all I was Looking for a mother’s love.
Broken promises were your gifts to me All I wanted was for you to see The alcohol was destroying our lives And you never even thought twice. Sitting in a bar is where you could be found. All the drugs that got your love. Here I was still searching for a mom.
I was 13 and on my own When you told me you were not coming home. As the tears filled up in my eyes. You just kept walking and never turned to see me cry.
I thought my life was over that day. Until I realized you never wanted to stay. Always thought I did something wrong. Why else would a mom walk out?
Years have passed by and I survived. Now you’re back wanting in my life You tore my heart out and kicked it around. Im not sure I can forgive you now.
The flame in my heart has gone out. No longer do I search for your love. Because I know you won’t love me back.


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In Lost Time

I write to you my self, 
Sending you myself 
With words that I long for you
Need you and care about you 
Hope you, miss you, and want 
To share my heart, my life 
With you, all these written
On a piece of paper 
Capsule in time, in a bottle 
On the way to you
Somewhere some time
You shall get it. 
Floating across 
The seven seas
In lost time…


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Perfectly Breakable

Mother buried hacked-up carp beneath 
pink rose mallow. She knew the filthy cats 
would come. A balled-up dirty rag 
and coffee tin of smelly kerosene 
were garrisoned behind a red berry twistwood. 
Mother would hide in a column of shadow 
near the porch. Ambush the cats as they dug 
for carp. Their noses spiced with fish-oiled peat. 
Tails flagged above puckered targets. 
Mother was quick with her kerosene rag — spot on! 
A hush-hush tripwire stretched taut round 
the perimeter of mother’s mortared desperation. 
The sacrosanct, lint-free, perfect world, where 
she demanded God wipe His feet at her door. 
Dear Mother, our Elizabeth Taylor dead ringer, 
who could waltz with kings, or gut them with a glare. 
Ghetto mother, who would murder to keep 
her suburbs white, the cat crap gone, and 
her prize mallow big as Frisbees. I couldn’t 
let it storm on mother. She would get crazy 
if her galvanized tin-roof mind was rattled. 
Her daughter always had to shine. I kept 
the attic window shutters well oiled. Mother 
never heard my bare feet crisscrossing 
the roof, as I ran to catch the rain.


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Bond of love - Mother

Oh Mother!
You bear nine months pain,
Out of sheer bond of love,
And a life is born.

The empty slate,
waits for a template.
You give the direction,
I catch the innovation.

Your tolerance 
killed my breathless impatience
Your perseverance,
Killed my indolence
Your selflessness,
Killed my selfishness.

Demolition of the animal of hatred in me,
Done by your sheer bond of love.


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A Child's Cry

I hear the sky roar!
Its so loud and feircful!
I get scared and pull the covers over my head
I shiver with fear
I cry for my mother

Mama
Mama
Mama

But she never comes

Laying there in a little ball
so scared and alone

I cry for my mother 

Mama 
Mama 
Mama

But she still doesn't come

Ten years later 
I hear thunder
I see lighting
I'm a little kid again

I pull the covers over my head

I cry for my mother 
but she never comes


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Crackers ‘n' Cheese

I was a-munchin’ ‘n’ a-crunchin’ on some crackers ‘n’ cheese
When a-someone or a-somethin’ came ‘n’ tickled my knees –

With her tail up in the air in a question mark tease,
‘Twas my little grey kitten mewin’ wide-green eyed pleas –

Beggin’ of her human, “Oh kind human, please
Won’t you let me share in yer crackers ‘n’ cheese?”

I looked into her tiny face ‘n’ made the choice with ease –
Doncha know that to my heart this kitten holds the keys?

I felt her purrs flow past me, a gentle, liltin’ breeze,
 ‘N’ now my kitten’s doin’ the munchin’ on my crackers ‘n’ cheese!


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The Dead of Winter

In the dead of winter Mother Nature is callous and cruel

The wind bites the cheeks as it whistles around the corner

The ice crystals sting the eye like a desert sand storm

Only to blind you with it's forceful gusts


The land becomes colorless filled with white

In the dead of winter Mother Nature is callous and cruel

The trees become stripped of their leaves

And the wind howls through the branches


As the wind swirls and twirls

It freezes everything in sight

In the dead of winter Mother Nature is callous and cruel

As sheer ice covers the landscape


The snow drifts begin to pile

looking like dunes of desert sand

The roads start to become impassable

In the dead of winter Mother nature is callous and cruel


In the dead of winter Mother nature is callous and cruel

The ponds and rivers freeze to solid ice

Snow storms hit with a powerful vengeance

Blinding everything in it's snowy path.


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Wasted Generation

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intellectualizing

My Grandmother died, and I have not penned my loss
 nor I have stooped to pick her rose
and smell the scent of her.

I can not allow the sights to emerge, 
when I must close my eyes,
 I can not afford to let her go

nor allow myself to go with.

There is a world of grief and screaming
covered in my intellectualizing

but I can neither nod hello or whisper goodbye,
I must stay this path she set.


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Introduction

"First she burst my bubble, 
then she said goodbye."
So the dream mother 
introduces my daughter to me.

Nameless, she plays in the sandbox,
digging up dirt even as a toddler.
Here is where I know her first:
Before her hospital cry;
before the bloody show.

I ask the dream mother what it was like
giving birth to the tot I do not yet know.

Her response leaves me in a cold sweat –

Now, too late to change direction:
her birth inevitable, as the goodbye.


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The physical stuff

I know that when you are young your supposed to want to cling to your parents 
but when I was young all I wanted to do was be independent.

I didn't want to hold my mother's hands. I'd pull them away everytime she tried.
Whether is was to cross the street or simply be mother and daughter togther.
I didn't let her. Access was denied.

It's funny because now that I'm 21, All I want to do is reach out for my mother's 
hands but I'm grown now.

So I don't get hugged anymore.
I don't get the offer to hold her hands anymore. 
This time I would take it eagerly. 

Because I now know life doesn't give many second chances. 
My mother loves me of course. She shows it in other ways now.
I crave that physical touch more than anything else...

I get excited off of HUGS, AND Weak knees off of KISSES. 
        And SEX to me is two passionate souls diving into 
         each others bodies and colliding.


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Maxine

I met Maxine in the 50's when I was a 5th grader 
She was of mixed race and shunned, even by the teachers
I had only recently moved to the suburbs of New Orleans 
And my playmates in Memphis had been little black girls
who lived on my grandmother's farm

So to me, Maxine was not different and I was happy to have a friend
We sat together at lunch and on the playground where we talked
There she told me that her grandmother was mean and punished her
because her hair was blondish and frizzy .... Of no offense to me

With the passing of time, I began to notice that I was also shunned
For many weeks this did not dissuade me from our friendship
Maxine must have also noticed for she'd bring me a daily lunch sandwich 
And beg me to sit with her....I felt myself ... us...drifting away

Over time the pressure mounted and I had to let her go
Some 59 years later I still hate myself for not being stronger
Because I remember 30 years ago reading in the paper that
Maxine who worked as a bar maid had been murdered

What if I had stayed?  Would that have made a difference?
I guess I will never know....nor feel better about Maxine or myself


Thank you for reading my haunting.............






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Dishes and Cloths

Plates and saucers 
quietly in attendance 
behind the cupboard doors
lick their faded flowers
inside borders service nicked
as time ticks 
off the kitchen clock.

Pile smoothed dish towels
lie in neatly folded rows
as a checkered mate
doubles over the ice box
handle with nothing to dry
but a mother’s tears
for days gone by.


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Our Eyes

Our eyes   (written in the style of spoken word)

My child hood is slipping away from me 
my memories fading in light of new.
Parts of me still lost in loam
searching for your face in fading grey.
     All I have left of you is me.

All I have left of your words
are imprinted in my soul 
so that when despair at our seperation
becomes to great
I can hold, caress, and run them through my mind
like the silk of the blanket you wrapped me in
and put around my shoulders 
to look in the water
and find your eyes
and see you
in mine


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Are you my daddy

''Are you my daddy'' the little child cried.

''No I'm your uncle'' the grown up replied,

''Are you going to stay, or go away  like my uncles always do?''

'' I love your mummy I'll stay I promise you I'll do''.

'' Everyone loves my mummy,'' the child says with a sigh.

''Will you take me to MacDonald's and buy me a toy and take me for a ride?''

''Yes I promise, but I maybe away for a while''.


''Are you my Daddy'' the little child cried,

''No I'm your uncle'', the grown up replied,

''Are you going away like all my uncles do?''.............................................


Peter Dome. copyright.2012.


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Serpent of Corruption

Worthy of love, unbreakable togetherness, and lasting compassion would have been instilled
strongly in the vessel of thirsting heart and unstable mind of a child.

But, why soup of hatred, a platter of pale love and a bowl of spoiled unloving thoughts
are laid in the niche of the child’s sprouting character?

Family ties were untied by a father who neglected his pure actions and encouraging words
and translated into unspoken greediness and unnoticed carelessness of expressed thoughts
that form the growing character of his son.

The family bonding is disbanded by a mother who works in the scope of her comfort where
eyes and mouth are only the weapons of her love and care for her curious daughter and for
her wandering son.

A father who offers a well of gold and silver, a mother who clothes sparkling dress of
worldly wealth to her offspring!

Their children have worn ever the brightest smile but not for a while,
The pleasures of their tongue were satisfied but not their hearts.

Corruption begins at home.
It creeps to the nerves of the heart of your son.
It envelops the innocent soul of your daughter.

For every dishonest  word that is pronounced by the indifferent father,
For every unchecked actions that mother has imposed,
Are a sure lifetime shaper to the values and character of the children.

Family brings serpents of corruption in every corner of the home.
It blows very hard like a destructive wind of the storm.
It is like a starving lion that preys on the flesh of good virtues and leaves nothing but
dead soul!

Father, Mother, May I appeal to your deepest conscience and understanding!
May you be vigilant and be watchful of your actions and your ways of life!
Your most beloved children are at stake in the breaking and making of their character!


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Mother

Where is she?
I Love her, I Need her
Where is she?


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BUT TEARS ONLY FOR MY GRAND MA

BUT TEARS ONLY FOR MY GRAND MA

I was born the day and date I cannot remember like many;

I was leisurely growing watching my little sisters
scratching heads, wiping tears of poverty!
Coconut oil was scarce; brother’s knickers were sparse
My mother too bore silently the smoke in her eyes twice daily,
In front of the husk stove daily;

with her mother (our lovely grandma) together,
Worship their family Doctor Baba Goush Baba
For the cure of my mother’s Leucoderma;
well over 3 yrs; walking well over 3 km
Day after Day;
Faith finally paid; curse finally parted

A walk together with mother and mother with affection
Sharing poverty and poverty in succession
Crying sobriety in progression;
Hapless future with six kids on hand;
Her mom on back; her hubby in barrack

Finally
A life is lead
Up to this Summit of opulence
With my Mom and Dad happily

But Tears
only for my Grand Maa!



© Krishna Baalu2010

krishna Baalu


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The Bird that is Loved and Loathed

It burns and it stings.
It hurts.
More than drowning beneath 
the ice.
More than remaining in a 
kindled flame
She hits and I no longer cry.
Why mother, why? 

It burned and it stung.
The markings remained, 
returned, and were relived
Looking, loving, and little 
known loathing were the known 
ways of living.
Never was their pity for the 
child that cried
Never was their relief for the 
child that tried

You were that lovely bird that 
understood the complications of 
felicity 
Nothing looked the same in 
those dewy browns of yours.
My everbeating would cry tears 
of joy.
The others-they were yet to 
appear.
Caring Mother, o' so fair
 You were that beautiful bird 
filled with care.

The others came and were not 
alone. Their two suitors sat on 
the throne.
Rampage and rage why did you 
come?
I began to wither and wither 
slumping along. So very soon I-
the child of fines- became a 
human raceme. 
The droops of the Lily of the 
Valley became the slumping of 
my heart.
My lovely bird the enemy had 
taken you and the person you 
were is far from near.
For that divine nature left its 
intricate self and you became 
irretrievable my big bird.
All of your fairness died.
With that went my pride.
 
Mother, Mother what moved 
you so? 
Your intense spirt vanished only 
to supplement a monster. 
Mother, Monster and your tar 
filled lungs. 
How did I kill that liver that was 
so, so strong?
The lesson of pain was one you 
came to learn.
My darling bird why did you 
turn?
 
My lovely bird and your big 
brown eyes
I'll tell you once, but never 
twice.
Pain is only a flower for it 
blooms and dies
And a mistake can be killed as 
quickly as lice.
 You dear bird hurt me well. 
Though, haven't you heard?
Weakness is a souls greatest 
strength.
You brought me up, then you 
brought me down.
You haved helped, hurt, and 
hindered my blazing spirit.
A hero in my heart-I left you 
down in your deep black 
slumber. 
Escaping those terrible nights
To go for the town of delights. 


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Sense

Do you remember how she smelled
like Christmas?

How she smiled
like rain?

Do you think of her, sometimes
when snow and laundry soap
fill your senses?

Or when the wind catches the leaves
and they laugh in your ear
sing you to sleep?

Maybe it's the reason your eyes cloud over
when you feel silk 
against your fingers

Because for a moment 
you're cradled in her arms
Peter Pan and Hook
tugging at your eyelashes

Some bittersweet reminisce 
of quilted portrait frames
salted tears
and candy-cane red lipstick
tuning your dreams

And with simple twinges of regret
feather-like brushes of remorse
you cave
collapse

 Wish you could remember more
than a smell
or a sound
fainter than teardrops

Wish everything didn't remind you
you couldn't.


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In My Grandmother's Day

Nana told me once
how she and Pop-pop
went courting in a
horse-and-buggy.

How quaint I
thought, and was a
bit
amazed how far we
humans have gone--
from a smelly
plodding horse to
crossing
an ocean in an
afternoon six miles
high.

Then Grandma told me
something shocking:
she said they went
out in that carriage
to make love! Nana!
I gasped silently,
until I saw she
meant the words
literally:
my grandparents went
courting to make
the love that would
hold them together
for sixty-three
years...and I am
here
because two young
people took long
buggy rides behind a
tired, smelly horse.


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When will I see you again

 
She places her life In the care of her doctor A shot and a haze fills her eyes And her thoughts wonder. Images arise Inside her, she remembers When twice upon a time She had carried them. Had given birth to them Now grown, with children of their own In a couple of hours it would be gone It was for the best. A matter of health Yet eyes now shut, her heart wails Wasn’t the first time she needed doctors A smile’s on her face She can feel him near Her better half gone before her Would not mind joining him. Softly, he whispers, “Where is that woman so brave? That fought through many a pain, Survived each time. It’s not your time yet You are still needed, and you know I’m always there, and I’ll wait For the day we are Together again.” In honor of my mother, having surgery today, a hysterectomy. I was home last month for 2 weeks, wish I could have stayed longer. Speedy recovery, mom!


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Cold Shadows of Subconscious

Cold shadows form
Blacker bars from locked window
Fall upon the remaining light and I
Wake caged memories as animals
Metaphors arouse the senses
Silence louder grips regret
And all I can do
Is think to run
But, instead I again hold on tighter
To my waning sanity
No signs insist on warning
Moments like rocks are falling
Always continue to pile up images within
That now stirs the soup thick dark 
And begin to play out
An unspeakable act 
Every year upon this very day
I watch from balconies, stuck 
In tragedies portrayed
And now I see…
What I forgot
Mother, lying
Covered about her sins
Beneath, I’m a child crying
Guilt turning always finds its way 
Around the coo-coo clock
Of hands and helpless
To time’s army, life’s ending, ticking, plot
If, but for an instance
I could be free
Free from what
A reality without her
And her needed love
When is enough, enough!
Please, subconscious just let me go…
And I promise
I’ll keep on… going and forgetting


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A Child Lost

A child is brought into this wondrous world
And your heart it sings with unbelievable joy
A child born unto you to hold close to your breast
Your babe to feed, nourish and provide with your all
A child, within moments, so eager to learn everything
So able to trust, eager to love, and filled with song
Dancing by your side to their own special tune
Love and protect them with your life, if you must
Do not let them know the beasts of this world
Their innocent pure heart, keep it safe and beautiful
And if one tragic day your child should ever leave you
Thank God for the having, for the loving that was
And know your child is in a safe place in God’s care 
Waiting to whisper, “Oh Mother, my Mother I love you so!” 


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The Engraver, first draft, in need of advice

It snowed the day my mother taught me to engrave
 
She held a waxy green leaf between her mittened fingers
 
And mapped each yellow vein with her eager eyes
 
All filled up to the lashes with yellow


Scraping away the green, catching it under her fingernails
 
She found my name like some ancient code in its shallow skin
 
White winter sun tentatively fingered the letters
 
And the wind took them elsewhere
 
Towards the great grey clouds above


Meanwhile our feet lay planted to the ankles
 
In something cold and heavy.


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Hanging Roses in Windows

I learned from my grandmother
To dry roses in windows
Hung, upside down, from a string-
Maybe because that way
All the red would flow to their head
Like when one does handstands-
Handstands are never something 
That I learned how to do
Particularly satisfactorily...
I've always been a bit too-
Off-balance-

I learned from my mother
Not to hang around windows,
That I am not a rose
To be put up to dry...
When you spend so long
Leaning over windowsills,
You can only ever be-
Off-balance-


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Teddy Bear and Lamb

A Teddy Bear I have found to give my perfect little lamb.
One day replaced with his own lamb, a Teddy Bear to give.
Still for now he is all mine, as we snuggle close and warm.
But some day on little legs he will begin to venture forth.

Still, a Teddy Bear I have found for my beloved little lamb.
Ten perfect little fingers wiggle like his ten perfect little toes.
They mesmerize me totally just like that quaint little nose.
It’s hard to believe that soon, he will learn to reach out so far.

But today he snuggles closely with his Teddy Bear and I.
Bumps, and falling down some day will start his way to walk.
But for now he is all mine as I kiss his brow and nose in awe.
Such beauty is held for me as that little fist goes in his mouth.

Those beautiful big eyes when open, hold me in their thrall.
It’s hard to believe they’ll ever be able to look past me at all.
A perfect little angel was given unto me on this very special day.
Nothing more I ask of God than to guide him gently on his way.

For now a Teddy Bear I have found to give my little lamb.
And today he snuggles closely with his Teddy Bear and I.
He was once God’s lamb before: his care was given unto me.
He is mine, till he finds his own little lamb, a Teddy Bear to give.


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Woman from Congo

I am woman … 
WOMAN
Of Congo, 
Chewed, 
Spat out,
And bestowed with straw basket
To fetch water. 
You set upon us 
Wild dogs, 
Stretching our legs wide,
Ripping out our genitals and dignity
To nurse your children’s 
Craving.

‘fore you design gods;
Ones who create dolts, 
Small-minded folks, 
And feast on minerals – 
Congo was a lady
And I … I am
WOMAN, 
Strong black woman.

I bought some views 
On black market; 
They are rare commodities,
Sat down with glass of nsamba
on the rocks
And seriously contemplate …

It is hard to buy
Black market stuff;
We are set up
To think
East is inferior to west,
Barring them Europeans
Who broke their necks
To dwell in Canaan.

One thing is for sure,
They alleged a better name
And substitute 
The ones we were given;
Those with implications.
Oh, what things we see
When we start looking
From our own eyes.

I am WOMAN …
Woman alone
And taken against my desire,
Ravished by the corporations;
The gods who create your children
I am WOMAN, 
Woman from Congo.


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A Spindle, an Hour-glass, and a Doll

This story is about a young girl named Sapphie Smith.
Her parents were poor, so they lived in a small house,
And Sapphie had only three toys,
An hour-glass, a spindle, and a doll.
The hour-glass had been her father's,
The spindle her mother's,
And when she was younger, Mother had made her the doll.
Sapphie had known no other life,
Therefore she was content with her toys and her small little bedroom.
She slept with the little rag doll every night,
Playing with it so much that it was frayed.
When she was about six years old,
An epidemic swept through the land.
Her parents wished they did not have to go to the village and work,
But they were so poor, they had no other choice.
Then, one day, Sapphie's parents did not come back;
Her father found good pay as a shepherd in the distant hills,
Where he would not see his family for a long time,
And her mother knew one day in the village 
That she had the dreadful sickness.
She did not go home because she loved her little daughter so much
That she did not wish to risk her getting sick.
But it tore her heart to pieces, 
knowing that she would never again see her beautiful daughter.
Sapphie wondered why her parents did not come home
As they did every evening.
It did not bother her much as she played with her toys;
The hour-glass, the doll, and the spindle,
Crawling into her little bed when she grew sleepy.
The next day, Sapphie was getting lonely without her mother,
So she went to look for her in the wooded hills around her house.
She soon grew weary, not having thought to eat breakfast,
And laid down to rest by a stream where she drank.
A kind woodsman found her and raised her like his own daughter,
But as the months passed, 
Her father came home, and found it empty,
Save the doll, the hour-glass, and the spindle.
He set them on the little table with three chairs,
Crying when he woke up and saw them every morning.
Sapphie found her father years later,
Which was the happiest day of her life.
Whenever she was sad, she looked on the mantle where the toys were
And remembered how wonderful it was to have her father again.


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Absence

The words you force 
The words you yell
The words you fictitiously pronounce
Now becomes you, becomes your energy.
Your energy flow is not lucid anymore. Was it ever?
Your demand for a delusional lie to become reality shames you. 
These words you force on me have backfired. 
I see the colours you wear,
I must now forgive you
The damage has been done. To yourself.

Copyright © Christina Clark


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A WOMAN OF VIRTUE

For nine months
With love and pain
With joy and suffering
In her womb she carried me
A mother she is 
And a woman of virtue.

When there was no one, she was the only one
Even left alone, she never leaves me alone
Indeed, she’s a mother 
And a woman of virtue.

When toddling, she cared
And still directs when I could run
She is a mother of the child and the adult
In her thoughts are all, even the descendants to come
Many names will I call her; “A mother of all”
And a Woman of Virtue.


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A mothers love

She left me in the empty darkness
So lost in the world I search for her,
An invisible force drags me to the forlorn eagle,
Both our chains bond together
And Eagle and I entwine our souls, 
Thus we embark on our desperate journey,
We ascend over peaked rising mountains,
And failing White clouds,
Searching for the unknown piece,
That has chained us to the ground,
Gazing through his eyes in the sky, we see her,
We watch her nurture the flowers on the land,
So provoked we christen to her in the weightless air,
Sensing my voice she lifts her porcelain head,
Familiar of her smile I sense a separation commence,
Zooming in on her face I feel the knots tighten,
Disillusioned By the sight of her eyes, 
There is nothing but despair,
And once again we ascend over peaked rising mountains,
And failing white Clouds,
Searching for that unknown piece,
That has chained us to the ground,
And fixated on the earth we spot her,
And once again we christen to her in the weightless air,
Discerning us in the Violet sky,
She Smiles and signals us to come,
The knots begin to loosen,
But as we progress closer I hear her call my name
Listening to her foreign voice I flee,
So distressed by this misconstrue event,
My hope begins to diminish with the clouds,
So we flee to the forgotten rock,
And sit on the rusted gray stone looking unto the sky
And watch history reveals itself through the stars,
And we travel back in time to obtain her,
We wish to feel her presence,
To touch her delicate soft skin,
And to have her hold us once more in her arms,
But as we search through time and space,
I cannot find one sole essence of her Existence


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Nuptials Carved By Our Parents

Those lovely little precious moments
Moments we shared and treasured like two lovely doves
Doves that had fallen freshly in love
Love which had been nurtured over a long period of time
 
Time which had been kept assiduously by our bountiful parents
Parents who had been looking forward to this Nuptials
Nuptials planned since our conception in their wombs
Wombs that had born and bred other siblings
 
Siblings who had failed to grant them their heart desires
Desires they expect that we shall grant under any circumstance
Circumstances which we can no more bear and tolerate
Tolerate and bear circumstances like their constant nagging
 
Naggings which are gradually becoming a nuisance to our ears
Ears that have had to put up with these nonsensical demands
Demands which we are slowly hearkening to
To make them happy and satisfy their bitter souls
 
Souls that have not rested in many years
Years that have seen them hope to make this combination
Combination of their seeds in order to continue the family friendship bond


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I Wanted You To

I wanted you to love me,
I wanted you to see,
I wanted you to know all I felt inside of me

I love you more than you'll ever loved yourself, 
Watch you tear apart until only pieces are left,

I'm letting go now and I'm not turning back, 
Far distant memories is all that are left,

I hope you know that there are people that care,
We may be far away but doesn't mean we aren't there,

Tired of this never-ending circle,
Live your life without your true purpose, 

When will you see my torment and pain,
Wondering if you'll live to see another day,

You can be selfish you chose your path,
Now it's time you deal with the aftermath,

You break my heart again and again,
Just leave me incomplete until I'm not whole again,

I love you more than the air I breathe,
but you rip me apart until nothing is left of me,

I'll leave you to your torment, pity, and shame,
I just wish you would just only forget my name,

Can't let you break my heart in two,
The heartbreak I feel I wish you only knew,

I'll love you until the day I die,
I won't let you be the reason I continue to cry,

Hope you're happy and I have all that you want,
but I'm no longer here to rest your problems on,

I hope it changes I hope you see,
You are my love and always a part of me,

I'll always be here right by your side,
but I won't watch you self destruct until you die,

Think about us and how much we love you,
Turn your cloudy days into beautiful shades of blue, 

Remember one thing and that's all that I ask,
Please quit pretending and take of that faulty mask,

You say you're alone but that's a lie,
There's people here that for you would give their life,

Keep me in your heart I'll never fade away,
I hope you'll find your meaning; someday, 

Love you forever but that's all I can do,
No longer a prisoner to what you say and do


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Forgiveness

You ask for my forgiveness,
Saying it was done in grief,
What was it then,
When you boycotted my shower,
My wedding,
My house warming party,
My baby shower,
The birth of my son
(Your first great grandchild)
Snubbed the both of us,
When WE drove an hour one way, to see you
Many weekends in a row.
Grandpa was alive then.
I forgave you for all of that.
I still went to every function.
But Grandpa had just days to live,
I just wanted to tell him I loved him,
To kiss his cheek one last time.
"A soft kiss" he would say.
It was our special thing.
And after driving an hour,
Preparing myself for the scene,
You wouldn't even let us in the house.
You can't blame that all on grief.


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Girl of Mine

my bones ache
when I look at you
see you laughing
or see you with your
beautiful neck turned awkward
and the veins pulse
as you sleep
it takes me back
to think you grew
inside me so perfect
my best accomplishment
I gasp as you 
read to me
your voice bouncy
and curious
makes me beam
my chest fills so
full with pride
that it aches in the middle
where my ribs meet
and the small gestures
that define you
naive questions
or that head strong snarl
the need for space
that i recognize
or the way you ponder
the this and that
of things
make my bones ache
when i look at you


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Patradoot or The Messenger 8/Many

Patradoot or The Messenger 8/Many

English version by
Ravindra K Kapoor



Enchanting beauty of nature, 

Would unfold its charms, on your way,

When you would take my hearts message,

For the most lovely child of the creator, my beloved.

Ravindra

Kanpur  India. 15th May 2010                           to continue in 9


Protected as per Poetry Soup’s copy write protections 

Background of this Epic 

The Patradoot was written originally by my later father
Dr.Amar Nath Kapoor in 1932. He had joined India’s
Freedom struggle in 1920 on the call of Mahatma Gandhi.
From 1920 till 1947 (India got freedom in 15th Aug. 1947)
my father was in active movement as Congressman and 
Gandhi’s non violent soldier. For many a time he was 
imprisoned for many months to more than a years sometimes.

During one such imprisonment he wrote this epic and sent
it to my mother secretly as a gift for her and to get it printed 
and circulated among the masses to create awareness for 
India’s freedom. The book was printed by my mother in 
Hindi and some of this epic was circulated also, but the 
British confiscated the book and press of my father around
1933. I was born in 1950 in a free India. I am trying to bring
this great writing of my father in English which portrays more
than the translation of the epic, so the world may
come to know about this otherwise lost and forgotten great 
great epic and the sacrifices of my patents towards India’s
freedom struggle.

Gandhi Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor left active politics after 1947 
and devoted rest of his life in 
writing easy mass literature and wrote many Dramas, 
Poetry books, epics. All his other literary 
works were mainly written from 1955 to 1990. 
He left this mortal world in 1994. Unfortunately many of his
World class work could not be published so far and Patradoot
is one of them.

Ravindra

Transliteration of Hindi poem in English- Patradoot or the Messenger.


Prakriti   Mugdha   Sunderta   ke, 

Mug   Mai   Nav   Drashaya   Suhayenge,

Le   Kur   Priya   Dhing   Hirdraya  Sandesha,   

Jub   Tu    Mera    Gayega. 


Patradoot in Hindi written by
Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor

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Lost in a Fairy Tale

The Mother Moon laughed and sang a song,
But it seemed to die
Upon the leaves.
Mother Moon
And Sister Stars
Watch me as I dance my way
Through these green fields.
Guide me on my way,
With your magical song.
Without you I don’t know 
Where I am
Or what this place can be.
But I will let there branches reach for me.
In this dream,
The leaves stroking my face.
The wind whispers softly my name,
With Mother Moon guiding my way
I know who I am,
Where I am,
And where I can be.
Laughing and singing all the way
I will get there 
Some day.
But today
Mother Moon
And Sister Stars
Watch me as I dance my way
Through these green fields.
	


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Draconian I

[The Cypress Is In Bloom]
The cypress is in bloom
I see the evil, the efflorescence of decadent doom
Eloigning, with thy clandestines of the Dead September's reign
My belovéd Penelope, abscond from the coven so deep, the glades of misery
We must face her in the grove, for arcany, the path we must take
She's in my mind, vaporously,
Lauding with my, dangers and fears
Lie, with ephermelcy's broken truths
Leading me go Cypress, Marigold
Immortally, willows, forevermore
Forevermore

[To Question; To Know]
My argentine silence, your only condonicy 
Ends with such eath
The Mockingbird in me--died
Resting in one ounce, an abundance of shame
With an infinity of joy
Exiled, by the ones, who give all, names
My breath starves for only more
The façade, the veil, the austerity dims with Aquarianlore 
She falls to her knees, why for?
Celandine she will be
Celandine is she

[Bead]
The lair within, free from their causalities of their sins
Shadowy primroses begin to grow, the season will never end
In there I dream to be like you, violet blue, White Flower of Lisieux,
La Fleur Blanche du Lisieux,
So Celandine are you
Celandine are you

[Draconian]
Draconian--Reach for the shadows within
Draconian--Break from The Fallen's Sin
Draconian--Their Empirical lies, only die
Draconian--Reach The Shadows Within


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The soldier, the war, and I

The soldier, the war, and I


Today I am home and thinking to my self..
What would I be doing if I had a soldier coming home to me and my family?
What would I be doing if I was the soldier looking to going home to my family?
And then, I look back at all the years passed since this last war..

Many children have grown to become men, Others have grown to become soldiers
Where would I be if I had gone to the war and fought for my country?
Where would I be if I had gone and came back safely?
Where would I be if I had not gone at all because I was not qualified to go?
Would I be with my family or in a hospital injured?
Would I be standing proud, and laughing with my friends and family?
Or would I be dead, as I never got to come back?

Today I am home and thinking to myself..
Thinking of all of those brave soldiers, children still
Who are out there, suffering.. And some ill

Today I am home and thinking to myself..
How many woman are crying because of their gone loved ones
How many men are crying for their loved and missed ones
How many children are fatherless or motherless, or both!

And at the end I stop. I think no more..
I am grateful for the things I have, 
I am grateful for the people who surround me...
And I am sure grateful to never have gone to a war; yet, 
I sure appreciate the thoughts, courage, life, and suffering
Of all of those who have been touched by it.


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The Mother Who Flew Away

When the mother flew away
Her children ran all over the forest
Searching after her, barefeet
Until they turned it red
With bleeding feet and hearts

The moon rose to soothe
Humming and hemming
The tide of their sorrow
Trailing feather fingers
In her black hair of night

Morning brought caked tears
Bitter breakfast and the torn
Leaves, the hope of the children
Giving way down the river
Carrying their wails

Over and mountains away
The souls' sinews stretched
Trusting and failing, they
Turned gossamer webs
Across the world

Where the mother had flown
Away and toward, Around back, 
Through the seasons: Until the world 
Was wrapped with her soul, a gift for 
Her children--her immortal love never lost.


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watching sunlight



sunlight was a brightly
colored calico cat
we had when i
was little

i watched her birth
four kittens
i saw her clean them
and nudge them to their feeding stations

she looked at me
and blinked

i watched her raise them

she cleaned, fed,
played with,
batted, or purred them up
when they needed it
at the time they
needed it
(immediate
appropriate
response)

i grew up, myself
i worked with children
i worked with adults
i had two children of my own

i found that
sunlight’s
advice worked


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Warmongers

Generations of warmongers spew their lies
outward into the waiting abyss of greed
as the adult throng of drones 
buzz the factories and the farmlands, 
carpenter ants wasting the bounty of mother earth.

And we ..children of the flower children screamed
“Hell NO we won’t go!”
We burnt draft cards and bra’s
freed from the tit by the acid dreams of Leary
we rose, ran, flew, with flags on our arses.

On campus’s we marched
bandana’ed brethren, fuzz busters
picket carrying freedom fighters, a blaze
with a hatred for everything and every one 
establishment…
and the establishment killed.
Killed its own children
at Kent State and got away with it.

As napalm dropped over naked children
in Vietnam, the Dawning of the Age of Aquarius
rang from the rafters of Broadway.
Naked as the day we were born
coated in the honest to God mud of
a farmer’s field in Woodstock, we danced.
And we still marvel that Nero fiddled 
while Rome burned.

Where are our children now?
Still fighting ..still drones, still bombing
Still ‘liberating’ the oil fields around the world.
Still raping mother earth. 

And the beat drones on…………..



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Heart beat of my life

Right from the day, i opened my eyes
The selfless caress bounds me tight
No thing in the world could pay the price
Of the pious love giving eternal delight

The darkest day turns beautifully bright
Holding the arms of Mother very tight
She knows the unsaid that's the surprise
Bad spirits harm not , goes to demise

Wish each morning to please my Angel
Her presence itself makes days special
Her love and affection knows no pinnacle
Promise to be at least your glories emblem

The beauty of thy soul is so very simple
Without reason you turn life brightly twinkle
I wish to be a guiding light as u want me to
Never let you down how hard may be the go

I dedicate each beautiful frame of my life
Wish i leave before my Angel waves Bye!
May i ever be a reason of at least A Smile
My wealth be your Unconditional love till i die...



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Life Is Just The Funny Part Of it

How does it feel when they are gone, your mother and father, when life is just a dark tunnel of useless feelings, the way they seem to come to you and drag you through a restless floor with rocks and needles for your own personal mental pain, fictionary horizon showing off with blood and death, but yet you smile at so much pain because you never met love and comfort, a table with cards and deals, your soul for a life, but don't die because your gonna burn, burn like you intended to wake and open eyes in this world, since the night was on, from the sides were meant together, scars are there and they are well marked for everytime you look at your self you remember how long has it been since you last held hands with such people, family meant so many lies from before you met this world, the pain in you, the one you thank to every day to be there for you, the one that wasn't suppose to be yours and is still burning through you, like an endless fire that burns down a world of ilussion's, somebody said you were meant for more, your gonna grow higher and higher between every standing man there, the perspective you held for years, dying in your hands tonight, but no one can be fitting simply there, like a magik act agaisn't you, it all chains you to this never before seen hell, but yet you keep on for more, knowing you have no one there, those close will fade just for tomorrows sunrise, but yet you still stand, alone, because many ones have left you cry only for your inside, knowing you will not make it far, you still stand, like a grown man but with the age of a meer one, become what you ain't, become the man of tomorrow, mother is dead, don't you understand his mind screams, she killed herself, she put a bullet in her head, she painted the walls in red for you, father is dead, he is dead! Just move on boy! Move on! Is all you can do or follow their footsteps for nothing, in vain, your still gonna die, but no satan will drag me down, no one will ever, i refuse, i refuse, i rather die in vain after so many years than dying because of my own hand after so much i've been through, i fight for myself and only myself, don't blame me now for been so strong with life, don't spit on me for becoming the god of my own mistakes.


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Alzheimers

Raintears run down
the cabin window,
and the lights go dim
for departure.

It's twilight here
on the ground and the sun
has just set behind
the western mountains.

The plane taxies around in the rain
for its takeoff run.
In a few minutes we will be up there
in the pearlescent clouds
attempting to catch the sun
with the same success I had
catching memories the last two days.

On down the runway now,
a little hitch,
and we've left the ground,
good-bye, my mother, forever.

We fly over darkening roads,
lights just turning on,
that I had traveled earlier
in a groundling's stupor,
filled with the images of 
a slow morning on the porch.

The air was cool and the sun
was warm on our faces as
we sat there,
you and I.
I knew it was the last time and
I think maybe sometimes
you knew it too.

We watched the world go by
and you tried to remember
from moment to moment
who I was.

So I made one last attempt 
to grab some memories
out of the deep,
and place them
at your feet.

Shared moments, shared jokes,
shared times and places, some you fumbled,
but, for awhile you began to make connections,
and remembered and 
I was ecstatic that
you were still there.

I held back my tears
so that you wouldn't see
how hard this was for me.
Yet, I could see the strain on your face
as you fought, as you always had,
to give me all your best.

I knew then, I had to let you go.
It was selfish of me
to hold you in this world,
that you would not remember
in an hour.

I sit here safe, flying into a storm.
And you down there,
head into the unknown.
My plane races into the light,
just ahead of the night.
Good-bye, my mother, forever.


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Jackson, Back in Action

It was an early September storm,
Jackson the Pug, didn't have a thing to do
so he found an old comic book
about a Super Hero who wore a cape,

He climbed up into his favorite easy chair
and began to read,
or should I say,
look more so at the pictures.

it didn't take long however,
before Jackson began to get sleepy
he took a deep breath, and sighed
and fell into a comfortable sleep

Then he began to dream!

He dreamed of being on a roof top,
and he heard,a terrible noise from the alley below
he poked his head over the ledge and saw
A huge Rottweiler, had a Mother Cat and her kittens cornered.

Jackson, without thought, sprang into Action
down the fire escape he ran, his red cape
aloft, trailing him, with a circle with the 
Big letters SP in the center of it

The last landing, had a roll down ladder,
but Jackson leaped the last fifteen feet,
 Super Pug, Canine Super Hero took flight
In a flash, he landed between the Rottweiler and
the Cat family.

he quickly turned, and glared at the Rottweiler
and said" Large Canine Evil doer, I am Super Pug
you will leave these citizens alone, and leave,
or your fate shall rest in my Paws"

With this the Rottweiler began to howl,
" Little flea, it is you who will leave or,
I will eat you as an appetizer " another howl
as he began to inch towards Jackson.

"You were warned" snarled Jackson, "Now meet your fate"
Thwap! Pop! Smack! Howl! Smack! Thud!
Jackson moved like lightening, his cape a blur,
the dust settled, the Rottweiler was down and out

" Oh Super Pug" said the Mother Cat,
You're my Hero, and licked his face.
just then, Jackson woke up from his little nap,
with a blanket, just like his cape covering him!

With Janice Pug, his wife, licking his face!


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MOTHERS AND DAUGHTERS

The phone call went badly, again -
the old arguments about ego & neglect
and how you didn’t love me, not really.
And the weeping.
At 50, she was still stuck,
repeating the same accusations.
“The damage, the damage you caused.”
She didn’t want her mother to think
she’d come through it unscathed.
Not ever. She’d worked too hard to
become something she wasn’t,
someone must be to blame.
She was so clever, so clean, so intelligent -
how could she be so unhappy?
The unformed artist weighed down
by someone else’s baggage.
When her artist/mother said:
You have to work with it, use it, create with it,
she howled: “Stop talking over me.”
It was like saying get rid of yourself.
Knowing herself that well,
she hardly knew what she was.


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departed

i am lost

like a shadow 
on a moonless night
you are gone

my mind
stirs like a summer breeze
twirling thoughts of you
as i long for relief

if only you could come back

my heart
beats fast
like quickened steps
on paved walks at night
in search of you

my soul
reaches like a flower
ready to drink the rain
it thirsts for you

the child in me
the adult i have become
each miss you the same


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HYMNS OF FREEDOM

HYMNS OF FREEDOM

It is a a new day, what we live today
Free of servitude
Murana! not more a slave, bonds - girl
Murana ! not more a trokosi
Shout, shout the word loud for us to hear
Murana, break the silence your voice wishes to betray
and lightened the path the Olympian torches fears
This is the way you shall be known, Murana !
To be the fearless
To be the freed
Of your grandmother Miedoafe's replica
Because
When you dare not, the world behinds the shade, dreads..... 
Which
What
Is laid deep in the smoldering of the quenched fires 
Where its smokes revives the echoes of yesterday
Of you, the heart felts when been abused
From the sufferings of fathers sins
Who never educate us
Who never make a wealth
Who never rules well
Who never..................
So today, stand firm against it
Break the chain that linked us
For freedom from imprisoned egos
Ignorance, Corruption, and bad governance 
All
Been a freed Trokosi.


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Supermarket Daze

SUPERMARKET DAZE

Gross overweight    reflections

gleam off stainless steal

 bins, filled with frozen TV dinners.

Obese mothers Jam

peppermint suckers down

 children’s tearful mouths

-temporary peace.

Hamburger helper, pepsi-lite

National Inquirer  , Rovers dog food

-frantic search for penny full bargains.

Torn pantyhose

wheel aisle after aisle.

 mountains of pot pies, ice cream, potato chips, red chips, blue chips 

freeido chips

Must hurry.

Get more. 

Get more of  those treats 

need  more meat .

Shopping daze fever

cart wheel out the street.


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My Friend

	Mother, daughter, sister, friend,
She is all that and even then,
She is more than words can describe,
When I’m around her I get a good vibe.
	I love her even though,
She doesn’t like the words that flow,
Out of my mouth all day;
She always listens to what I have to say.
	She is someone that I love,
Her spirit’s gentle like a dove,
About me she always cares,
She hugs me anywhere.
	Mother, daughter, sister, friend,
I hope our friendship will never end,
Of one thing I am quite sure, 
I am really glad to have met her.
	She turns my frown upside down,
By sometimes acting like a clown,
She makes me glad that I’m still here,
To me our friendship is quite dear.
	I’m glad to have her as my friend,
Our friendship is strong like the wind,
And I end this poem at last to say,
I thank God for my friend every day.


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Squinting to Memories

I squint  just right
And capture a memory almost forgotten
Jars of fruit and honey fresh from hives
Filling shelves in old smokehouse
Home-made butter and molasses
In her kitchen
Waiting to smother
Biscuits warming
On black cast iron wood-stove
Boxes of buttons
An old cameo
Split wood in corner
Old sleepy dog on porch
The house on the hill
Where Mom's Granny rocked

16Feb14


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Awakening

I can remember every time 
I've watched the sun rise.
Each time so much
different from the last.
The awakening of the world,
the pulse of it all,
always the same.
I can feel the rumble of her heart
beat right through me.
Oh how I cherish 
these moments of peace.


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UNFORTUNATLY

as the storm brews mother nature screams

life as we know it is about to change

what was now is what used to be 

what used to be is now gone

a scorned woman's fury is worse than a desperate mans plea

when she hits she hits hard like a heavy weight fighter

p.m.s will lead to d.o.a then the n.y.p.d will go ape 

so close we came to a female president 

the only thing that stopped it was mother nature

and she only comes once a month

men fear what lies in between knowing it holds all the power

jurassic park or prime rib it serves the purpose well


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Woman

Is there a paradise
Without a woman
In our life
Or there a terrible
If there a woman
In our life

She born of love
To bear the love
She bears life
To seed the life
She saves life
The holy wonder
In her in womb
The holy life
The baby's her
bliss of love
Bringing life
Breeding  hope
The first love
Is kiss of her
The first care
The touch of her
The first word
You call her mom
Oh her smile
Make you smile
One tear of her
Make you cry
Beneath her feet
The mother
Is where the paradise
It may belong


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The Hourglass of Life

A new season begun, a new life, a new birth,
engraving our story here upon earth.
The pages turn slowly.
Each day will pass.
Life is measured by the hourglass.
The sands of time pass graciously.
The book is written of mystery.
Echoes of silence, the pages are blank.
For the hourglass of life holds no rank.
Let today be today.
Look not to tomorrow.
For life will fade on the pages of sorrow.
Read the story,
you must go on.
Turn the pages of a new dawn.
To every beginning there is an end.
Your spirit will soar high in the wind.
Hurry before time runs out.
For life surely fades without a doubt.
The clock counts down each grain of sand.
Turn the page and understand.
Reflections of love and holding hands.
This page though so innocent,
a beautiful child of heaven scent,
happiness in a life well spent.
Turn the page again once more,
to find the key to all closed doors.
This page tells of mom and me,
the many cherished memories,
undying love for family.
Turn the page, see all my friends,
from around the world and all nations.
This page tells of sacred marriage,
to have, to hold, and also cherish.
This page tells of many great storms,
the sea of tears, and the thunder roars.
This page holds the photographs,
of many dreams that once was had.
Though some memories of life you can't recall.
The book of seasons, winter, spring, summer, and fall.
The last page to turn, so there's a stall.
The last grain of sand that slowly falls.
Now for a moment don't you cry,
the hourglass of life told us no lie.
For all is born and then must die.
God grant me the time to say goodbye.


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A battered old saucepan

It may seem strange to write about a battered old saucepan
but this was no ordinary one 
it sprung a leak the other day
sadly without thinking
I threw it away
and now it's gone.

It had been in my family
before I was born
and it was used every day
it broke my heart after
to throw it away.

For all the delicious soups goulash and past
it had contained
the mouth watering delectable smells
from the kitchen
the shouts from my parents

''Come on now set the table dinners made''.

All the red hot broths and porridge we'd scoff
before school on a winters day
all the laughs tears and conversations around
the dinner table before it was was washed
and put away.

It was more than a simple saucepan
because it held a lot of family memories
now my parents sadly passed away
it was one of the last things to remind me
of how things used to be
and mow I have to buy a new one
and accept it's demise
like my family
it's gone forever.

Peter Dome.copyright.2012.


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Sugar Babies

Pigeon-toed and knock kneed
they meander around the ponds edge
an ungainly duo
mother and son
like an ancient fertility figure
found in the caves of Lascaux,France 
she tumble-waddles
pendulous breasts bobbing
the dough-like basket of her womb
long emptied with its navel of Earth
submerged in a mound of flesh..
onward she went circumventing
the piddle-pond.
The child not yet Twiddle-Dee'd
by total submersion into 
the toxic sweetness of a domino sugar 
existence still stood a chance..
yet the spectre of diabetes
loomed around the two
like the Ghost of Christmas future.


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One for Thanksgiving

Over the hills and through the city streets
but nobody was home

Thanksgiving day was the loneliness
time of the year

went to grandmother house
but everyone ate
no one was home

No lovey family members
called and wished me a Happy Thanksgiving
no one called

I eat my Thanksgiving dinner
alone

I watched the football game
alone

I prayed to God why hast thou
forsaken me



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Winter Longing's

Crisp cold air moves in slowly expectedly.
How nice it can feel after long hot haze filled days of summer.
Gradually the chill embraces all.
And all succumbs to mother winters icy graces.
Trees lay dormant.
Water rests in a shiny crystal state.
And the ground sleeps under its insulating blanket.
Not all rests during these grey times.
So much more grows and thrives then the darkened cold ground reveals.
But like the ground it must remain covered insulated from all around it.
For if it is seen it shall not survive the blustery Gaze that it will be subjected to.
so it sits waits... but growing.
An enigma in a world full of certainties
It lies unmoving through many months of the grey and grows stronger and larger 
with each blast of icy cold.
Forever longing for the thaw.
Yet knowing it may never arrive.
As the days grow longer it waits, waits for the summer perhaps then it can bloom.
Taking comfort in the fact.
That although the release into the sun would be oh so freeing.
That the cold grey is its mother and here it can stay forever.
Hidden continuing to grow never to be harmed isolated, 
OH winter longing's


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OLD RATTY ROBE



It was always an ugly robe    from the first stitch
through every seam    of its existence

The background color    a bold red
of cinnamon and cayenne meeting in a frenzy
Blue tulips frazzled and frayed
as though from an acid trip lingering too long
Yellow and green prancing poppies stared
from only one eye    blackened by an attempt
to escape the garish landscape of the robe
finished    quaintly    kimono style

I told her when she created it    that it was horrid
and thank goodness she would not be wearing 
it in public     But my mother had her own sense 
of comfort and style    and who was I to criticize
I was just her thirty-something year old child
She loved it and made it to please HER

Four years later the robe looking slightly worn 
and fraying    lay across the foot of her bed
where she lay dying     It had warmed her body 
through cold Midwest winters for too few years

Now it warms my body and keeps her near

Seventeen years later the poor robe 
is frazzled    ratty    and worn
The belt disintegrated long ago    
Replaced by a dark green sash for studied contrast

I think she rubbed off on me

A hole is melted over the right side cheek
where I backed into a wood stove seeking heat
Seams are exposed     The hem now frayed
One sleeve is torn     
But I am not ready to give up the robe     
I may never be ready to put it to rest

I’ve found a strange beauty in the 
twisted tulips    and cyclops poppies
which cannot be found anywhere else

And I swear    after all these years
her fragrance from four-years worn 
lingers lovingly once again in my heart



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Two Paths

It had been my parents' greatest wish,
That I would slay and tame a dragon of immeasurable power,
Not to say that I am selfish,
But that is hardly possible for me to climb that tower.
Mother hopes for me to become an actor,
Considering the catches, I guess I'd be better off fighting an ACTUAL dragon of lore!
Father hopes for me to be a doctor,
Realistically speaking, it sounds perfect... Except for the part about gore.
As a child growing up, my mother would watch horror movies that I saw with enmity,
Being a little girl, I'd hide and peek through my fingers, only to see blood gushing out.
Curse my imense curiosity...
Trembling under my haven that consists of pillows and layers of blankets, I sob, I shudder and I shout!
I have always been squemish watching hospital shows,
In fact, as a kid, I didn't know seeing blood was a part of the job!
But as the years flew by, I still grow,
So in my childhood, I had been scarred and my sleep it robbed.
The scary movies had prepped me to be a doctor, ironically,
If I had not gone through with it, I would be a doctor afraid of blood and injuries,
I know it was not my mother's fault, for she is not the type to act cynically,
But I guess it's because of her that I'm used to it and now I like horror movies!
As I said before, my mother wanted me to be an actor, my father desired for me to be a doctor, both have its risks, I didn't mind what I became,
My heart is a candle, but my mentality is steel, my fears are gone,
My parents chose difficult paths for me that will lead to mud-slides, land-slides and avalanches, of course I will run wildly like those people in the movies, but honoring my family is better than blindless shame,
Buuuut... Is it too late to take on that dragon?


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A Blessed Summer

Summer is the season my Birthday comes around,
A special month, in my life, is August.

On this day, all of nature is happy and celebrating with me;
like my Mother that Special Day when she gave me Life.

Different birds sing their songs in the early morning.
The brilliant colored sun sets in the beautiful evening.

The warm wind quietly whispers to me through the leaves of the trees,
The smell of flowers congratulates me together with the breeze.

I never forget my birthdays in Russia; children around the tables,
My caring Mother filled with food, fruits, vegetables and sweets.

That summer my Mother and I were blessed by God together.
I received the Biblical name Lydia from my loving Mother.


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Mama I Love You

I didn’t really know you.
Oh, I thought I did…
in the cocksure way a child thinks 
she knows everything.

I didn’t know you until so near the end
then you, were not the you of childhood.
Your soft waved hair had grayed with anxiety and fear.

How was I to know 
or you to answer, if questions which stayed 
so long unasked and so unanswered?

For a child to see a Mother torn brings it own fear
for fledgling trusts a Mother’s wing to hide her
to wrap her in a safe and warm embrace.

But, it was you who hid, and left me wanting
yet, it was all you could do…so you said.
Had I only grown strong sooner,
flown free faster of my own accord
would I have loved you, or you loved me, dearer?
who knows when fear doomed us from the start.

I held you close and sang you songs that morning
though through a morphine haze, you never knew
of green fields and sunsets all a dawning
Oh how I wished,    I could say, one more…
 “I love you.”

Poet: D. Guzzi


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Letting Go

I wrote this about the recent passing of my mother, Annette.  She was a rock, kind and
loving, my confidant and best friend - a Godly woman.  I miss her already, deeply.  

She died on January 24th, 2009 at 10:30 p.m. due to complications of a UTI that went
septic through her system, and a blood clot that formed in her foot.  She suffered and
painfully fought for three weeks... she was facing multiple amputations of all her limbs
and multiple organ failure.  She was only 61. 

My heart was imprinted greatly with her love and I am thankful for her.  She made me so
much of who I am today.



Letting Go
     by Amy Swanson 


Letting go
    of things that I
          once held dear, believed in

My soul
    stripped bare
             in agony, for all the world to see

Heart beats
     yet
          it feels so cold inside

Silence
      sits like stone
           in my spirit.

Life has led us
       on this 
             journey...
                  but one lonely road 
                         sought us out with furious speed;


A road that was not wanted or desired.


How can you
    be so accepting?

How can you
    not be angry, as I am?

How can you
     ... still believe?

...and how will I
      ever again believe...?


I feel as though life took a wrong turn...
    or someone didn't write the script correctly...
         it wasn't supposed to be this way.



I weep
    great sobbing tears
           that threaten to rip out my very essence


The pain so sharp
      like knives of ice

The judgment harsh
       unfair and undeserved

Sternly.... 
     mercilessly...
              delivered.

They say that there is peace in death
     but there was none
             only cruel suffering
                  that should not have been allowed;
                         torment inflicted
                             poor bruised body
                                    until
                                       so still you lay...

                                               life was no more.


I ask, "What meaning can there be?"

    I strain to hear the answer
                but there is no response...

                         only unwavering silence.


A part of me will never be the same.



Existence I now view with different eyes.


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Pass you by

You shuffled your feet through the dusty cracks
And left the door wide open
In a deep dull plume of lust attacks
The trees died from your arson


The shot was fired and our love was tired
Of tests you put us through
I stopped in my tracks
For the light was black
And I couldn’t pass you by.


The spikes of love cannot be trusted 
Your silent rocks of lies
Are now decaying from your acid 
And led your mind clockwise 

 
Now the days are short and the nights are long
With sleepless motion pools
Your whole life of passion was always wrong
And the seasons are so cruel

I can’t wash away the dust of us
And the blameless eyes of shame

I still can't pass you by.


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Beautiful Old Age

The days of her youth left her long ago
And now she is in her prime
She stands amid the garden in bloom
The morning rays sparkling the grey on her head
Like the red aged wine
Her mellow grace smiling with dew
Her tender mouth a little sad
Remembering the days past
Her wrinkled hands, as they gently touch
The memories down the lane
Fragrant like yellowing grass
She stands rich in delight.

27/3/13



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Go Tell

When I went out on the porch this morn, tiny spider's mother had strung her web
across right in front of the door..

I did not tell cute tiny spider to go on down yonder and get your mother

No, this mother was scary drawn up with her feet pulled in a ball

When she stretched out, why I had to move on 

She straightened me out right fast..

Mothers are like that when their child is threatened.. 


Just had to write this being Halloween is coming up soon...


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Mother's Day

Mom
You brought me up
The right way
Taught me right from wrong
How to be strong
And taught me how to 
Love unconditionally

Mom
You kissed my boo-boo’s 
And bandaged my wounded pride
Stood up for me when others 
Would deride
And wept when I
Found love
 
Mom
I parent because of what I saw
When you would bring us up
Putting our needs first
And yours last
My morals are your morals
Because of you I am a good man

Mom
We don’t pay tribute to you enough
And sainthood awaits you
In Heaven
My hero, my savior, my mentor
My mother
I love you
It’s not enough, but it will do
For now


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Suicide Note

This is the reason....
 Dear mom,
We never got along..
And you know that...
We constantly argue and disagree..
You make me feel like im a disappointment..
You made me feel as if i was never good enough.. 
You never made it seemed it like you actually cared..
 Dear Dad,
I know who you wanted me to be..
we used to not get along..
But now we do..
most of the time..
I know this is not who you want me to be..
I know this is not what you wanted me to do..
But i got no where to go..
You never seem to help..
 Dear the rest of the family
I know you are there for me..
But your reactions to what i do...
I just dont think i could deal..
I dont think you could help...
And i know you wouldnt understand..
 Dear Friends,
If i even dare call you that..
If you will care or not...
Even if you will notice...
I know some of you say your here for me..
But you dont understand..
I tried to tell one of you..
You just starred and wanted to tell everyone..
I am a human..
Im no different..
Im not some monster..
So i may be an outcast..
But does that really matter...
If only you could of helped me..
If only you didnt call me the names...
 Dear everyone,
Im sorry..
Im sorry for being a disappointment..
Im sorry for letting you down..
So that is why i have decided to leave..
So everyone will be happy..
Have a great life everyone..


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disjointed memories

happy (dead) mothers day
a fistfull of flowers for your resting place 
didn't have time to know you
you were far swifter than your time,
just a few clips from an ancient reel
my your smile was sweet and wide
don't feel much anymore
time is fond of sweeping 
heart and mind
 under the floorboards

a piggyback ride
a cat named blue
a silver music box
is all there is of us


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Meanies (written by 9 year old)

Meanies
People who are always mean to me
And bullying me around
In the stupid world
People who are mean to me
Should get something back in return
Something mean and evil
And they deserve to die
In this evil world
And the only people I can trust
Are my Mommy and Daddy


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Mothers

Of all the wonderful things
God did create,
By far the best
Is your father's mate

A mother gives
Unquestioning love
And raises her children
With a tender glove

When all others have
Their work done
She is still at work
With daughter and son

She asks for nothing
In return,
Except perhaps for her children
To somehow learn

What makes good
Better than bad
And therefore a life
Happy, not sad

No easy chore,
As we all know
But every mother
An extra mile will go.

Happy Mother's Day to all the wonderful Soup mothers, and, in fact, all mothers
everywhere.  You are the foundation stone of civilization.




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love and care

You are the sunshine 
On a cold day 
That warms my skin 
And makes me smile 
You are the starlight 
On a dark night 
That shines through 
And guides me 
You are the trees 
On a depressing day 
That soothes my soul 
And holds me tight 
You are my mother 
On every day 
That loves me 
And cares about me 
I am your daughter 
For the rest of my life 
Who will always love you 
And always follow your lead 
Without you 
I am a dark day 
I am a starless night 
I am a dying tree 
You hold me together 
You help me through 
And you guide me 
You are there 
When I need you 
When I yell at you 
When I push you away 
You will always be there 
And I will always be here 
Forever and ever 
With all the love and care


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Homesick

There's this girl that I know who misses her home
The place filled with laughter, her joy, and her hope.
This girl, she is sad, and I've seen her heart break.
She just doesn't belong here, and she doesn't want to stay.

When she's at the beach she just sits and she stares
Across the water to who knows where.
The ocean is the one place she has found on this Earth
That fills her with any kind of peace and hope.
Though still she is sad, she's not where she belongs,
But at least at the ocean the fierce homesickness calms.

She'll walk down the beach and look out at the water,
Totally uncaring of those who might watch her.
She knows she's not normal, that she isn't like them.
But she knows that they cold never understand.

This girl that I speak of, how I know her well. Yet at the same time I hardly know her at all.
It seems to me as I walk down that beach that
I'm never gonna know of who I truly speak.
Because as long as I'm here, so far from my home, my heart, my pain there, my hope,
I am only half here. 
I am only half home.
And all that I want....I just want to go home.


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Touched By Your Flame

I had a mother once
With long dark hair
Whose candle faded, 
but not her flame

The light she left inside my heart
Is still alive, forever glowing

It flickers softly in the dark  

It chases shadows from my dreams

And comforts me, and softly keeps me 
warm and safe, 
and whispers love that does not leave me

It somehow knows when darkness swallows me

that soon the blush of morning follows

It tucks me in, and lightens my dread
and with warm breath, will kiss my head

Then tells me 

"Hush, hush little sweet one...., 
          ...go back to sleep"




___________________________________________
For Gail's Contest: "Touched By Your Flame"
5/23/13


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A Mother's Choice

Broken homes and broken bones
Dads are gone and moms on drugs
At the age of nine I'm forced to chase my mother in and out of abandon homes.
Never felt more pain until the day my mom offered me to some strange man.
What was done plays back in my head everyday.
Never thought my mother would love drugs more than me.
At that point in my life I knew everything was wrong, and my childhood gone.
I tried to quickly runaway until i hear a deep voice say, "DON'T TAKE ANOTHER STEP".
Very abusive, he grabs my hands and throws me on the floor.
My mother sat there as it happened. 
This strange man constantly raped me as I screamed and tried to get away.
My mother sat there and had nothing to say.


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Valentine's Day

A Valentine's Day dedication for those who have lost a loved one.



I know you're watching from far away.
So I'll find the strength to kneel and pray,
and send you our love this Valentine's Day.
God gives me the power to understand,
that we can no longer hold your hand.
The sands of time pass graciously,
until we meet for eternity.
My unconditional emotion has no end.
Like the flowers in the spring and your spirit in the wind.
My hands are empty without you to hold.
My soul cries out alone in the cold.
My tears still fall and I wipe them away.
God gave me the strength to kneel and pray,
and send you our love this Valentine's Day.


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Futile Love's Adventure

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DEAR MOTHER

(Dedicated to Oluyemisi Janet Akinwande)
 
God empowered you mother to be a channel
Through which I found my way from heaven to earth
What a great privilege to come to the world through you
What a great privilege to come through your world oh mother,
I’m most grateful
 
You passionately took care of me from cradle unto maturity
Your love for me as an adult gave me
Hindsight to your immeasurable
And unconditional care for me as a child
I’m most grateful
 
Even after the call of father to the place of rest
You did everything decently possible,
leaving the state of convenience for the city of hardship for me to have a paradise of life
Many sleepless nights, laboring to make me a responsible figure in the society
I’m highly grateful
 
Hmmm!
I declare with a loud voice and humble heart, by the anointing upon my life
Your world shall be established as long as Christ tarries
You shall be a great example of honor of motherhood
You will live to see the fruitfulness of your fruits in wealth and good health
Your heart shall be made glad and joyous
Women shall call you blessed and young ladies shall come to learn from you
Foreigners shall say of you, what a blessed mother
Dear Mother

© 2007


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TEN

OH MY GOD HE IS TEN
Starting to get hair on his chin
No I cant belive it is true
Now my baby is hitting puberty too

Dang if it ain't my luck
Just last night he was playing with trucks
Now it is girls and rock music blaring
Him asking is it time to start shaving

No it has to be a bad dream
MY baby can't be almost a teen
My other one is over half grown
This one has to stay at home


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When Your Garden Dies

As the flowers wilt…
 
You think of the things you couldn’t give to me
When all I wanted was time

 I look in your sunken blue eyes-
 the years wasted hanging in the bags 
And the wrinkles written in your pain

As you wait for your garden to die.
And I’ll say… “now, you see
 this isn’t the way you pictured it would be.”
A painful death, 
A slow goodbye.

And when your garden dies
They will all forget 
What you meant.
 
But I never will and I will cry,
A million tears.
Forgiving all the times you didn’t care.

No one will water your flowers
No one will tend to your plants.
The bushes will overgrow 
And the weeds will multiply.

There in the jumbled rainbow, 
I will see you.
Roaming in your oasis…
Still here on earth.
Stuck…looking for the things you could never find.

All the riches in the world, 
The countries far and wide…Turkey, Sweden, Germany…
It never was enough,
It never made you whole.

The family you built.
The struggles, the love… 
It never found you.
It never made you one.

This is what you have always wanted...
Waiting to die.


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Mother's Day

I've been dreading it for a while,
now. Well it's that time of year,

and so every time I go to the grocery store
and see all the cards and little gift

bags, I feel like I've come this close
to losing my ever-living-mind.

I recall my first car crash - in an
instant, watching the car in front of

me get closer and closer, slamming
the breaks even though I know they

won't be enough, and thinking
"this is going to hurt". It feels that

way again, only slow this time,
frame-by-frame. I'll buy her

a card this year, and maybe a box
of chocolates, and I'll lay them

by her grave, regretting all the
horrible things that she loved me

in spite of.


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Mum's Dinner

The boy rides on the pavement 
on his mountain bike
across cracked slabs 
and tarmac patches
bumps and holes 
make him hold tight 
whilst cycling home 
for his dinner 
he pedals faster 
dreaming of pizza
or maybe its chips 
or possibly both
he's nearly back 
in time for his feast 
ice cream for afters 
or chocolate cake he thinks
his appetite builds
finally he's home 
The front door opens
the smell wafts out
Its mum's shepherds pie again
The boy gets back on his bike


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Longing For Love

Brushed with emotion
she cradles her womb
...unknowing...

her heart...anxious 
desperate
to
expose
her secret...

she cries endless tears...

in bitter sweet moments
passing
slow,
her baggy clothes
no longer
can hide the truth...

her courage must now spill out in word...

a child herself

now a mother

torn...
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i dont want you anywhere near my apple tree

for in my spare time
yes, i would read
my final retrospect
to my dearest son, 
but oh precious dauqhter
"come forth" i'd say
shade your qrey skies with qreen
lose all memory of 'he'
i dont want you anywhere near my apple tree.
i now soar hiqh above thee
but before i reside here
know that i died near-this apple tree
i bit into the fantasy of life
a foolish woman i was, makinq no riqhts
so the pain left only to return aqain
thunder busted my eardrums
for my tears cried silently
in spite of me
you've returned
dauqhter leave this place


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they decieve
they bleed


                                                    to be continued.


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Blind Goddes

child fed on the sap of rotting wounds
body, bones clad in thin black skin
opaque eyes,pearly beads on
dead nearve-string.
mind maddened by hunger 
bursts pearly fish-eyeballs
into floods of stale tears,
as worm-infersted faty thighs
squeek funeral song.
lulaby for another sick featus.


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Motherhood


eh…,heh…,neh….
infant’s snivel!
can be put down
in many ways,
in different languages,
but no more than mother
could comprehend its needs,
yeah,
no more than mother!
eh…,heh…,neh….
mother milks child!
eh…,heh…,neh….
mother plays with child!
eh…,heh…,neh….
mother embraces child!
oh god!
impossible to tell apart, 
the same yell,
let know mother 
the different needs of it!
motherhood!
noble and sublime!
motherhood!
undoubtedly,
an exalted state.


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Earthly Reasons

The fires in the sky
are burning away the leaves.
Causing forest fires,
which destroys our trees.

And yet we still stand there
and do nothing to help
like fire works were happening.
We loosen our grasp

which holds mother nature
in the grip of our hands.
Until mother earth
begins to take a stand

In chaos and destruction
will our lives suffer immensely
,but truly through
the fire that burns our freedom.

We must receive punishment
in order for each
and everyone to come 
to an agreement.

In uniting us-a-people
to strike at our created problem
until it is solved
and put into good words
like the national anthem.


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A Mother's Prayer

I kneel in front of the alter praying the rosary and asking Dear Jesus our Father to keep my sons protected while they’re serving their country to keep us safe. A son in the Navy, station in Bahrain in Desert Storm. While the ship is in close fighting and providing navel gun support, the men are inhaling the smoke of the Kuwaiti oil fields fires. Saddam Hussein ordered the wells to be blown up and set a fire because he knew the war was over and he didn’t anyone else to benefit from its riches. While the oldest son is stationed in Washington making bombs to support the bombing campaign in Kuwaiti.

By Eve Roper 11/12/2014



 


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Oscar

he felt the bile rising in his throat
but he was strong, he was ready
wiping his sweaty palms on his jeans,
he stood up and took one last look in the mirror before he presented himself to his parents
as he uttered the words with only a slight stammer
the shock only passed over their faces for just a moment
and then they told him exactly how they felt
There apparant love for him made him dizzy with relief
they approached him, arms open wide
and he shed the last of his fears onto their shoulders
and with one last shudder, he released all anxiety
they understood
and he is finally happy again


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My Mother Part 1

From a distance, she is full of grace
Floating in the air in an angel’s space

Perfectly dressed, not a hair out place
Diction is perfect, she is articulate

Back straight, shoulder’s down
Head back, do not look around

She smell’s of flowers, has skin like silk
Drives a car the color of milk

Educated, debutant, and elite
Recognized everywhere, even on the street

Green paper not an issue
“God Bless You” she will give you a tissue

Family dinners, proper seating
Forks, knives, spoons all know their places

Napkins play a part, before we can begin to start
Only one arm you have when you eat

And, God forbid, you had better be neat!
For this is not a party for dinner

This is an actual event....

My hair is quite chaotic
The clothes on my back make me look like I am going to attack

The color of my car looks like a green vegetable
Educated still trying, proper I want to pop her.

My green paper is made of construction
Utensils, I only use a fork by reason of deduction.

Look, two arms I have “that's neat!” dear God I’m hungry, let’s eat!


Holly P. Moore
October 2012


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When

When is he going to understand 
that life is harder than what our eyes can see.
Its work, its pain, its suffering,
Its love, its time, its energy.
When..

When will he know the struggles life brings
When..

When will he feel the love that I feel
the pain that I feel
the anger I feel
When..

When will he learn the responsibility of life.
Its not always easy to provide.
There are times when its much easier to give up.
When..

When will he have children all his own
and learn to take care of them just as I did.
When will he hold me and say
I love you, thank you for all that you've done.
When..

When will he know that it was all done for love.

When my heart beats no more and my body lies still
Will you still love me?
Will you still see me?
Will you wonder why
When you were little why I held your hand so you wouldn't cry.
Why I would kiss you and then smile.

Life is too short to ponder what, when, where and why.
So I leave you this message
So when you are older and wiser
You'll read whats in it
and maybe then you'll understand
just why I did it.


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Mama's Soft Music

When tears rolled down little Mia's cheeks 
mama's soft music was always there to sing her lullabies to sleep 
during the summer, winter, and even in the springs 
mama's music still sang even when mama wasn't around to speak 

Her music sufficed 
and was always there to inscribe a melodious picture in her little Mia's eyes 
they reflected mama's feelings, her teachings, her conscience, her thoughts, her hopes, and her pride 
the music emerged as Mama danced her subtle fingers gently between her favorite harp's hips 
gradually entertaining and inviting courage, comfort and laughter to surge around her little Mia's teeth 
quietly sending little Mia to sleep 

Mama's composition and words made little Mia wonder what vanished fear from her little feet, 
and mama silently hoped that her little baby would grow to attain the legacy left within her reach.


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Unborn baby's dreams

In this dark haven
I wonder what it means to breathe
What it would be like to see that light
Dreaming everyday ,of being in her lap
Longing for her soft touch
My ears yearning to hear that lullaby
I dream of hugs and kisses
I dream of a loving family 
I dream of seeing my future dreams
In my mother’s eyes


for Scribe's contest....unborn babies dreams
27/9/2012


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from mother to daughter

some mothers are so close to
their daughters, that they can
crack dirty jokes together, that
the daughter will come to mom
for anything---
certainly the result of mother
remembering what it was like to be
younger, spending the time with
her child in order to form an
unbreakable bond of trust & 
the want to not repeat the things
she hated that her own mother did
to her, or neglected, as the case
may have been.

can’t imagine that the birds n’ bees
are a hard subject to go over when
such a bond exists, where the daughter
is always asking mom about everything
from the first kiss to further involvement---
but still, what must it be like for
such a mom to wake up in the morning &
know that the innocence is gone?

is it easier for the mother who has a deep
bond, to know that her daughter is 
having sex, than a mother who doesn’t
have it together?  

certainly the ignorance of a child
might allow for less knowledge considering
the point & so what does it mean for the
both of them, when the innocence is 
gone?

a man cannot know---
he cannot look into a young one’s eyes &
know the same as the woman who has
given birth to this child,
he cannot step outside the young man
that he himself was---
all he has is the hindsight that those
particular days were wrought with raging
hormones & all the time in the world to
reap the benefits of being young.

when mother looks in her daughter’s eyes,
does she begin to worry more?
how much worry must past through on a
daily basis, before she goes to bed, before
she goes to work,
wondering if her child is alright?
&
how much of the time does she just sigh from
being overwhelmed &
sensory overloaded with stress
that never seems to relent
from mother to daughter &
daughter to mother.


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For Nate 'The Great'

Singing
With tears 
In your eyes
As you stared at me
With the most caring gaze.

Your childhood
Sung in sweet lyrics,
They lingered in my ears
As my throat began to tighten
With sadness.

What's that, dear?
Your parents beat you?
Never a word spoken 
To anyone?

It made you a better man?
No dear,
It caused horrid memories.

Your father 
Brought you to a bar
And let his friends beat you 
With bottles?

My dear
Sweet Nate,
Keep singing.

Your mother 
Was addicted to drugs
And violence?

What ever happened
To her?
She's buried six feet under?

What about your father?
Prison
With the other abusive men?

Scars
Dug deep 
In your skin
Jump to my sight
As I quietly whimper
With your soft voice.


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Keep your Head held High

I see you walking through the halls at school
You used to look so put together
but now, not so much
I've heard rumors
and nasty words,
but I don't really pay attention
I only know you now have a baby boy
and I know you're proud of him
You are not ashamed.
For a while you weren't around
You had to be at home taking care of Baby
Your boyfriend is still loyal
So many these days aren't.
You're one of the lucky ones
Your parents didn't disown you
they may be disappointed
but they still love you.
You must be tired, staying up all night,
taking care of Baby.
It must be hard
dealing with the stares from your peers
I know I couldn't do it.
I'm not that strong.
You have to keep holding on
and make a good home for Baby
Maybe Baby will make you proud
and you won't regret this one day.
You're not the only one
You're one of millions
Don't listen to the harsh words.
Stay strong gorgeous,
Because everyone's just waiting
to see you fall apart.


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To My Mommy

Thank you mom for all you’ve done
All the nights 
And 
All the time you spent with me
Held my hand 
And
Shared my fears
I know I was a sickly child
ER nights were way to often 
But
You were brave 
And 
stayed by me
And
I know I did not say it quiet enough so
Here in everlasting words
“Thank you Mom, I love you with all my heart”
Thanks to you, though I was always scared
I was never left alone
And
That means more to me then you will ever know
ER nights and ER days
So many different kinds of pains
And 
Through all my tears
And
All my fears
You were brave enough for the both of us
You have always been my sourced of strength 
I know I’ve said it once before
But
I have to say
From the bottom of my heart
I love you mommy 
And 
Thank you so very much


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Mama's Love

Little baby, lying in mama's arms
Tell us how diff'rent her affection is
(Especially to those made deaf
In the arms of insolence)

Tell us that every word from her tongue
Is a berceuse, making you sleep
On the cradle of boon
Not on the hammock of bane

Tell us that every touch made by her hand
Is a panacea, making your withering hope
Prolong its life
Making your dim future a golden sunrise

Tell us that her every kiss
Wipes your tears away
And her every hug
Brings you warmth and joy every day


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Do My Children Know?

Do my children know how much I love them?
No, of course they don't.
They weren't allowed to know.

Do they know how intense the pain is,
to go forward,
while not being allowed
to be their mom, or their dad?

No, but they know the intensity of heartbrokeness,
while going forward,
without their parents,
whom they should have never been taken away from.

They know the depths of lack,
that they were never meant to know...
They know the fears and the terror
that a "supposedly good place"
will unmercifully and maliciously inflict.

They knew the courage, as babes,
that grown-ass folk
won't walk in.

They know that you can't trust
the government,
or the agencies,
or the people in those agencies,
that are suppose to protect them
and their family units.

How could they possibly know
the depths of my love for them?
When they are still
stuck there
surrounded by people
who destroyed
their family
and screwed with their beginnings?


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Patradoot or The Messenger 3/Many

Patradoot or The Messenger 3/Many
Originally written in Hindi by my late 
father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor




English version by Ravindra K Kapoor


The moment you will hear,  the voice of my heart,

You will become pious, like the showering raindrops,

Taking shapes from my expressions, 

To shower the rains of Love,  on my beloved’s heated heart.


Ravindra

Kanpur India. 11th May 2010                           to continue in 4





Transliteration of Hindi poem in English- Patradoot or the Messenger.



Sunte Hi Sangeet Hradaya Ka,

Tu Pavitra Ho Jayega,

Udgaron Ka Rup Dharega,

Prem Virsti Burseyega.



By Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor
Freedom Fighter and writer, Poet & Dramatist
(1889-1994)

Background of this Epic 

The Patradoot was written originally by my later father
Dr.Amar Nath Kapoor in 1932. He had joined India’s
Freedom struggle in 1920 on the call of Mahatma Gandhi.
From 1920 till 1947 (India got freedom in 15th Aug. 1947)
my father was in active movement as Congressman and 
Gandhi’s non violent soldier. For many a time he was 
imprisoned for many months to more than a years sometimes.

During one such imprisonment he wrote this epic and sent
it to my mother secretly as a gift for her and to get it printed 
and circulated among the masses to create awareness for 
India’s freedom. The book was printed by my mother in 
Hindi and some of this epic was circulated also, but the 
British confiscated the book and press of my father around
1933. I was born in 1950 in a free India. I am trying to bring
this great writing of my father in English which portrays more
than the translation of the epic, so the world may
come to know about this otherwise lost and forgotten great 
great epic and the sacrifices of my patents towards India’s
freedom struggle.

Gandhi Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor left active politics after 1947 
and devoted rest of his life in 
writing easy mass literature and wrote many Dramas, 
Poetry books, epics. All his other literary 
works were mainly written from 1955 to 1990. 
He left this mortal world in 1994. Unfortunately many of his
World class work could not be published so far and Patradoot
is one of them.

Ravindra


  
  










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My Dark Feelings

This feeling, I hate it.
How it claws at me,
Like caged beasts in my chest.
Roaring to life at random,
Spontanious moments.
Feels like my heart is 
hardening, 
Turning to stone.
I cannot control these 
emotional outbursts!
These rabid truculent internal 
fits,
How they seem to come fast,
Then agonizing me as it fades.
With these thoughts I am a 
hapless soul,
How the words eat me alive,
Slowly drain me of my stability.
How they manifest in my brain 
is of human instinct,
A bare, raw, animalistic 
instinct.
I want, crave for my flesh and 
blood,
But i cannot have what I want,
For society wouldn't accept it.


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Mum

Dear Mum I wish I had known you
As a person not as Mum
That I had asked you questions
Like what you did for fun
Or found out about your childhood
What your home was really like
Did you walk to school each day Mum?
Or did you have a bike
Did you search amongst the hedgerows?
Looking at the young birds there
Glancing over grassy fields
To see the boxing Hares
Did you have a love for nature?
That your whole being did excite
Watching green frogs in the daytime
Owls and crickets in the night
It must have come from somewhere
This great love that I have got
For the world around me
Whether it was you Mum or not
I miss you Mum


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MY FAVORITE ARTIST

She's not one of the "most famous"in history.
She doesn't own  titles nor a canvass in the wall.
She is a typical artist, you can see everyday.
Creating a piece of art that will be known forever.

Every morning she's up to prepare a meal.
Creating the best recipes for a family feast.
Giving everyone a smile before she's left.
Kiss and hug she always willing to give.

She's my favorite artist.
She's top among the rest.
She is the source of all strength.
She is the reason why we live.

With her hands, a manager was born.
An artist, a singer, a scientist,a superstar.
She turned out the greatest out of you .
She is the best painter of unique hues.

No one can compare to an art that she formed.
It is unique and extravagantly crafted.
She's a woman you owe your life with.
She's a MOTHER...my favorite artist.



written: 4/2/2014



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Cut up diamond birthed

Cut up Diamond birthed 

The   dawn, diamond-cold ,  
walls , sleepless  harsh clinical,  softened,  
soothing  love sparkled with crystals of dew 
lullaby of blossom-pastel  hues smoothing ,
light of diamond-cut  prisms  glimmering ,
flowering month of showers 
studded daisies in the bowers,
beneath the sun, red and yellow gemstones
tumbled on dark soil

A baby’s sunbeam fist ,  light-bright , 
a curling  trellis of clinging sweet peas
climbing the ladder of morning,
crystalline sunlight stroked your face softly, 
golden  sunrise of a late light 
jewel of April polished sleeping..gently..

14/mar/14
PS: What has resulted after cutting up the Charlotte poem ‘ Diamond birthed day’


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Memories of Leaf Boats

As I grow older my memories become more veiled and sometimes lost.
But the best are yet to come as I write them down, of that I can’t ignore.
For my most cherished memories I’ll pass down, as the stories continue to stir.

Like the wonder I felt as a child… while sailing leaf boats down a creek.
Where would they end up? Would they find they’d sailed to foreign lands?
Or would they be defeated by the storms as they came rolling in?

Later I was awed by the thought that my future hubby would even talk to me.
We were so very bashful; that we were lucky, that we even came to be.
The trick was we were first friends…then, willing to hold together in the winds.

We became like one little leaf boat fighting together against the storms, again.
Then we became parents trying to raise our children with wonder in their eyes.
So we started by finding a creek where their leaf boats would be near, to find.

Eventually grown, they finally left us, so I sent them poems about those little boats.
Perhaps to help remind them: to start new memories for their brood, coming close.
Maybe even to remind them that life could still bring them wonders, too, once more.

Eventually, we will all sail away in one way or another, to distant shores.
I hope my poems will lead them, to where those wonders can still be found…
They will be able to find them by a creek with leaf boats floating around.

 I hope it will bring them memories; again, of the days we held them so close.
And had read to them the stories… I had written for those, I love the most.


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One Last Goodbye

We was only 3
You walked into the room
With your golden blonde hair
Sparkling from the open window
You tucked us in for our nap
I leaned down
To say goodbye
you told me
"Take care of your brother and sister
And you'll be back"
Well time has past
that back never came
I wonder to this day
Whatever had happened
It has been 19 years now
Since you told me
"You'll be back"
I didn't know that day
Would be
The Last Goodbye
Inspired by
Danielle’s contest


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Mother Nature

The beat of Mother Nature’s heart is in a rhythmical pattern,
Echoing around the forest through the song of birds.
My hair sways with the gentle breeze,
And the glistening sun shines down upon me,
The screams of joy and happiness carry on through the field, until it reaches me.
And I find that life isn’t always about the sufferings of humanity
But it can be about simple things; the adrenaline that courses through a small child as 
they run through the grass
And when you look at trees, you think of their age and what they’ve seen.
The knowledge that they must have is formidable,
Yet it’s comforting to know that something so silent, holds a thousand secrets.
Each leaf tells a story, and dies in the seasons. 
For new children come with their tales to be made
And the birds that surround the branches sing in harmony with Mother Nature.
It’s here, in this moment, that I realise there is no God.
Mother Nature is purely a personification of a child’s innocence.
For we, humanity, are our own God.
And our holiness surrounds us, in every breath we take.
In every thought, and every image we capture.
A secret, to be told.


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Stinky

Outside with one shoe

The shoe I took from the dumpster

My hair is filled with flies

Oh do I stink

Brown flames comes up from my butt

Flies come by my way

They all die

 

Oh do I stink

Never in life was I applause for my smell

Can it be that bad

I guess so

Since everyone has abandoned me

 

My teeth so rotten 

It scares the mirron into broken pieces

Yellow as a my grandmother big toe nail

Stink bomb comes my way

I can't hold it in

I let in the air

BOOOOM

Everyone dies

But me

Oh do I stink


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My Grandmother

My grandmother. 
I love her so. 
She is my favourite, 
person in my family.

She loves to bake, paint, and sew.
She loves me, I feel, the most. 
We both are artist,
of nature and of love.

We love to bake,
though we can hardly ever see eachother.

She lives in Michigan, and I in Germany. 
But whenever I can, I love to see her. 
She is that sort, the sweet and round kind. 

She is the grandmother version of me.
She loves to read, loves to write. 
We are almost exactly alike.

So here's to my grandmother,
the best in the world.
Here's to my grandmother,
MY Grandma. 
Grandma Challenger.

Love,
Zach


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Moment

I remember every second of my life I spent with you, 
Every moment that I stayed beside you. 
The times I dedicated to help you, to save you from harm, 
I did that just to help you through. 

Every minute of my life that I walked beside you, 
Every minute we smiled together.
It may wear me away, but I’ll gladly stay by your side as long as I can, 
I’ll be with you forever.

Every hour of my life I spent hugging you tight, 
Every hour we laughed the night away, 
Of course I remember it all, how could I ever forget? 
Even when you tell me to go, I’ll just smile and stay. 

Every day I spent supporting you, to make you happy. 
Even if I cannot be happy myself, it’s fine when I see you smile. 
When I see you cry, I’ll always be there to make you feel better, 
Even if I cry my days away, seeing you smile is worth my while. 

Every week I left you, I regret it because I can’t see you, I can only hear you, 
Every day in that week I can’t see your face, it hurts me more and more. 
When I can’t hug you tight or see you smile, 
The pain hurts me at the core. 

Every month and year we have left together, I’ll stay by your side, 
Smiling gently, for you are the person I’ll love forever. 
Even when that time comes, I will continue to smile because I still,  
Remember that first moment of my life we were together.   

This is for you, mother, you’ve taught me all the rest. 
For you, I hope nothing but the best.  


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Poem for Gigi

Her death has caused us all to pause and think
My husbands heart has begun to sink
into the depths of despair
pausing to catch some air
never regaining total control
his mother’s death has taken a toll.

Eyes so blue, they’d light up the day
in everything she had her way, 
Seven children she carried in all
before her death two were to fall.

Her life at times was very bleak, 
but never could one call her weak,  
she stood for what she believed in, 
whether in goodness or a sin.

Daughter, Wife, and Mother to all
although she is gone she is not lost to all
Her spirit resides deep within, 
her friends, kids, and grandchildren.

A woman I was glad to know, 
for me her presence will always show
in the strength of my daughter as she grows, 
strength she gained from a woman, she hardly knows.


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An Auntie's Duties

Moms and Dads are important in a child’s life.
I love kids but they are not what I see for me at the moment.
I have the love of many children 
Who all receive the love that my own would.
Hugs, Kisses, Care and Treats.
Their smiles keep me on my feet.
An auntie’s duties are never done.
From the headaches to the fun.
I wasn’t only blessed with the life of one.
More like the mighty group of five in my life.
From when they were born they are all I could see.
The love that they give is enough for me.
One girl and four boys is quite a challenge
But not for an auntie like me 
Because I got the power.


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Losing Myself

I cry myself awake
In the middle of the day
Because of a decision I made
Not to spend time with you.
And now everything I am
Is falling apart into pieces;
I feel like I am losing you
Because I am losing myself.


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That's Where The Lord Lives

I walk outside to see all that I can see.
Over there is our house, our home,
In the distance, you can see.
And that place of hallowed happiness
Forever has been our home
And forever will be so evermore.
That house is small but raised us tall,
From the perfect parents who loved us so
To the perfect sister for which every man would want.
The house built us all up strong.
More than a mere building,
It is a place to love and be loved,
A place that hands you hope that you give right back, 
And a place of everlasting faith.
This home is where my parents taught me about God
And opened me up to Jesus.
They opened the eyes of the blind for all to see,
And the blind included me.
They taught me to be the best I can be;
The best things in life are free.
They have taught us so well,
And they all have saved my soul.
Even if I am not there now,
I carry Him with me.
I carry them with me.
I carry Their values and Their teachings with me.
In this house, this home,
We reside.
We cannot forget this.
This is where my Mother lives.
This is where my Father lives.
This is where my Sister lives.
This is where We live,
In this loving, caring, beautiful home
They made just for us.
We cannot forget this either.
This is where it all began. 
This is where the hunger and thirst was created;
This is where we are fulfilled.
We cannot, we must not forget this:
This is where God lives.
This is where Jesus lives.
This is where The Lord lives;
The Father and The Almighty.
This is where We live;
This is where We reside.
We must not forget this.
We must not forget this:
What a beautiful and perfect life this is.


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Patradoot or The Messenger 7/Many

Patradoot or The Messenger 7/Many

English version by
Ravindra K Kapoor



On your way,  you would witness and see,

Alluring scenes and sceneries all around the way,

Spreading their charms  to allure your mind,

They would keep fascinating your heart, on your way.


Ravindra


Kanpur India. 14th May 2010                           to continue in 7


Protected as per Poetry Soup’s copy write protections 

Background of this Epic 

The Patradoot was written originally by my late father
Dr.Amar Nath Kapoor in 1932. He had joined India’s
Freedom struggle in 1920 on the call of Mahatma Gandhi.
From 1920 till 1947 (India got freedom on 15th Aug. 1947)
my father was in active movement as Congressman and 
Gandhi’s non violent soldier. For many a time he was 
imprisoned for many months to more than a years sometimes.

During one such imprisonment he wrote this epic and sent
it to my mother secretly as a gift for her and to get it printed 
and circulated among the masses to create awareness for 
India’s freedom. The book was printed by my mother in 
Hindi and some of this epic was circulated also, but the 
British confiscated the book and press of my father around
1933. I was born in 1950 in a free India. I am trying to bring
this great writing of my father in English which portrays more
than the translation of the epic, so the world may
come to know about this otherwise lost and forgotten great 
great epic and the sacrifices of my patents towards India’s
freedom struggle.

Gandhi Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor left active politics after 1947 
and devoted rest of his life in 
writing easy mass literature and wrote many Dramas, 
Poetry books, epics. All his other literary 
works were mainly written from 1955 to 1990. 
He left this mortal world in 1994. Unfortunately many of his
World class work could not be published so far and Patradoot
is one of them.

Ravindra


  
  




Transliteration of Hindi poem in English- Patradoot or the Messenger.


Bhati  Bhati  Ke Drishya  Marg  Mai, 

Audbhut  Chata  Dhikhayege,

Nig  Anupam   Sobha   Se  Tera,   

Hardaya   Lubhate  Gayenge. 



Patradoot in Hindi written by
Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor

Protected as per Poetry Soup’s copy write protections 








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My mama sits ALoNE

My mama sits alone, whilst all i do is roam.
As the smoke loses its fire & 
the last conversation we shared turns to ash,
she willfully breathes new life into the next 
perfect crime against her body.

Nothing is what it seems in the realm of
never-ending dreams..
Who will play her part today i wonder,
as the next leading lady takes her position
in the light.

mama you think you are a prisoner
in the blasphemy of a million tortured
non-believers.. & that i am free???

Free to roam, whilst my mama sits alone?

My shackles are heavy & steal, 
pink ribbons of blood upon them.. they
never leave the company of my resilient heal.
Barefooted & with constant grace, I drag along 
my own personal jail cell of hell.. as i give good 
face.

Still, alone I roam as you sit at home..

Go on mama, LET the voices of a zillion reasons
happily appease you, as i jump in
the black, scary sea, i could sink to the bottom 
& take you all down with me.. at least the pain
would be drowned & the happiness never found..

But.. you still will be mama, sitting alone..
whilst i freely roam.. right?

I need you to swim to me in these dark & murky
waters. The cruelest of cruel seas..
Please, bring me a life jacket & leave the fictional
coast guards behind where they belong.. 

& mama, just swim like you did, so strong 
when i was a little girl on your back, remember?
So strong, i felt the fight in your limbs, as you 
took each crucial breath when you needed 
oxygen to push on through, you never ever ever
gave up until you reached the other end. 

All the while, with me on your back, you showed 
me how to NOT be alone.. you showed there was
never a reason to roam.. direction & purpose with 
each stroke, in the pool of life you were, you are..
my only true centre..

& now, as you, mama, sit ALONE, with your smoke, 
in your home.. Sadly, i'm afraid that all i can do, 
is aimlessly ROAM.


S.L.D


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Crazy, Hazy, Lazy Days

It’s summertime 
and Janis wails through the speakers.
I sit at my picnic table, 
papers scattered, 
and I chase perfect words
like I used to chase butterflies.

My kids splash through the scene, 
armed with Super Soakers.
Their antics threaten to jar 
the few words I managed 
to land on the page.
  
They jump in the pool -
giggles come up for air 
in a million bubbles.

I trade my pen
for a popsicle,
join them poolside,
and succumb to 
easy living and
the sweltering  rhythms of
“SUMMERTIME.”


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Give Me A Kiss Mommy

"I shall be telling this with a sigh".
Robert Frost, 'The Road Less Travelled'.

Mommy,
Maybe I can't remember the moment I was born-
Even the moment the announcer blew his horn.
I will never know the moment I was conceived-
But there is one thing that I know and believe.
That I shall be telling this love story with a sigh-
Because you will forever be the apple of my eye.
You blessed me with a name when we met at birth-
Give me a kiss Mommy, you don't know it's worth. 
When, I cried dear Mother, I wanted no one but you-
Your smell, your caress no one else would simply do.

You see you were there Mommy when I felt so alone-
You hugged me, kissed me, even tried to atone.
For the ones that hurt me pierced my young heart-
Sealed it with a kiss you said we would never part.
There were even times that I didn't wish to live-
Kissed me, held my hand said I have so much to give.
Give me a kiss Mommy, for I'll forever need that touch-
That once healed my heart, oh how I love you so much.
I shed a tear for each of my needs you've met-
I can't do enough for you but I shall never forget.
Give me a kiss Mommy please let me reminisce-
Of a love so pure , please Mommy give me a kiss.






Valerie Sherman
Give me a Kiss Mommy
10/5/2011


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woman's rant on a hot summer day

just because you see me walking down 'ho boulevard does not mean i'm for sale...
i don't have an advertising sign up inviting you to taste and see
a woman can't walk down the street in broad daylight
dressed in a baggy t-shirt and sweats 
rockin' an afro puff on a hot summer day
without being propositioned
in violation of my rights as a woman to be free from sexual harassment
and I’m mad about it
my “NO” to your obnoxious offer is real talk
and you should know the difference between what’s for sale
and what’s not on the auction block
so g’long
an' lef’ muh tuh walk in peace
makes a woman want to carry a concealed weapon
and go blasting
could never walk the hallways
play in the yard
or even pray
without somebody bothering me
pulling on my clothes
or grabbing at me
for some sick reason
the next one is going to get a surprise
so g’long
an' lef’ muh tuh walk in peace

~in honor of the women who have walked ahead of me...

(c) 2011 PoetryofMotion!
All Rights Reserved


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Patradoot or The Messenger 2nd of Many

Patradoot or The Messenger  2/Many
Originally written in Hindi by my late 
father Dr. Amar Nath Kaporr around 1932


English version 

Being a prisoner I can bring my beloved,
In my mind through meditation only,
Due to separation from my beloved,  I can sing 
My expressions coming out from my heart,
Before you only, my dear letter.

Ravindra

Kanpur India  10th May 2010		to continue in 03/Many
Patradoot or The Messenger 5/Many

English version by
Ravindra K Kapoor

Background of this Epic 

The Patradoot was written originally by my late father
Dr.Amar Nath Kapoor in 1932. He had joined India’s
Freedom struggle in 1920 on the call of Mahatma Gandhi.
From 1920 till 1947 (India became free in 1947)
my father was in active movement as Congressman & 
Gandhi’s non-violent soldier. For many times he was 
imprisoned for many months and sometime, even for more 
than a year. He dedicated the entire writing work to his 
dear wife, my late mother, who was also a co-partner with 
him in the freedom struggle in creating mass awareness. 

During one such imprisonment at Faizabad jail, he wrote 
this epic and sent it to my mother secretly as a gift for her 
and to get it printed & circulated among the masses to 
create awareness for India’s freedom. The book was 
printed by my mother in Hindi and some of this epic were 
circulated also, but the British confiscated the book and the
press of my father around 1933. I was born in 1950 in a free 
India. I am trying to bring this great writing of my father in 
English which portrays more than the translation of the epic, 
so the world may come to know about this otherwise lost 
and forgotten great great writing and the sacrifices of my 
parents towards India’s freedom struggle.

Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor left active politics after 1947 
and devoted rest of his life in writing easy mass literature 
and wrote many Dramas, Poetry books, epics etc. All his 
other literary works were mainly written from 1955 to 1990. 
He left this mortal world in 1994. Unfortunately many of his
World class works could not be published so far and Patradoot
is one of them.

Ravindra


Protected as per Poetry Soup’s copy write protections 

Transliteration of Hindi poem in English- Patradoot or the Messenger.


Bundi Buna Huaa Mai Kewal,

Dhayan Magna Ho Ja Ta Hun,

Priya Viyog Ke Madhur Gan Ko,

Tere Sunmukh Gata Hun.

By Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor
Freedom Fighter and writer, Poet & Dramatist
(1889-1994)
He mainly wrote all his other works between 1950 -1990








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Hell Hath No Fury Like His Mother's Belt

Hell hath no fury like his mother’s belt. 
It descends with such power, in tune with his yelp.
She shouts, “What d’ya mean you forgot?
I said, ‘Clean the sink!’”
Then the belt meets his bum turning wan skin pink.

One wrong- 
small or great;
She’ll be irate.
That whip is no stranger
Just you wait.

Her unbridled temper… 
It’s turmoil.
Soon, her blood will seethe…
Her blood will boil.

She’s void of ruth and merciless,
Like a man consumed by love of pelf.
The poor little boy, held under duress
By a mother who’d thrash the devil himself.


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Three Hands Holding Firm

A mother holds her first born son
Life and love become one
Two hands holding firm
When apart he shakes and squirms

The cure of a mothers voice
Erases any other noise
Warmth and warmth together
Combining their hearts forever

A mother and her first born son
Three years later 2+1
Two young boys in her arms
Some would say her two little lucky charms

Three hands holding firm
When apart only one shakes and squirms
Together they grow as a family
It started before they were standing

A mother in between two big boys
Grabbing the belt is a mothers only other choice
But boys don't cry they take their licks
Except when mother decides to grab a big ole switch

Hooping and hollering
The two boys rant and cry
But at the end of the day
She tells them everythings all right

For a mother with two young sons
A mothers work never seems to be done
Cooking, Cleaning and dressing
To a mother these things are a blessing

A blessing full of curses indeed
If your a mother you know what I mean
Motherhood at it's very best
Raising two boys is a mothers ultimate test


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Patradoot or The Messenger 5/Many

Patradoot or The Messenger 5/Many

English version by
Ravindra K Kapoor



If there wicked hands will ever catch you,

Your body will be mutilated in pieces,

And then, you would never be able to see,

My beloved to convey my message, dear letter.

Ravindra

Kanpur India. 13th May 2010                           to continue in 6



Background of this Epic 

The Patradoot was written originally by my late father
Dr.Amar Nath Kapoor in 1932. He had joined India’s
Freedom struggle in 1920 on the call of Mahatma Gandhi.
From 1920 till 1947 (India became free in 1947)
my father was in active movement as Congressman & 
Gandhi’s non-violent soldier. For many times he was 
imprisoned for many months and sometime, even for more 
than a year. He dedicated the entire writing work to his 
dear wife, my late mother, who was also a co-partner with 
him in the freedom struggle in creating mass awareness. 

During one such imprisonment at Faizabad jail, he wrote 
this epic and sent it to my mother secretly as a gift for her 
and to get it printed & circulated among the masses to 
create awareness for India’s freedom. The book was 
printed by my mother in Hindi and some of this epic were 
circulated also, but the British confiscated the book and the
press of my father around 1933. I was born in 1950 in a free 
India. I am trying to bring this great writing of my father in 
English which portrays more than the translation of the epic, 
so the world may come to know about this otherwise lost 
and forgotten great great writing and the sacrifices of my 
patents towards India’s freedom struggle.

Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor left active politics after 1947 
and devoted rest of his life in writing easy mass literature 
and wrote many Dramas, Poetry books, epics etc. All his 
other literary works were mainly written from 1955 to 1990. 
He left this mortal world in 1994. Unfortunately many of his
World class works could not be published so far and Patradoot
is one of them.

Ravindra



Transliteration of Hindi poem in English- Patradoot or the Messenger.



Kutil   Kuron   Me  Pur   Kur   Unke,

Aunga  Bhunga  Ho  Jayega,

Purna Roop  Se Priya   Darshan  Ko,

Phir  Tu   Kabhi  Na  Payega.


Patradoot in Hindi written by
Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor

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Warmth Of The Open Fire

In front of  newly glowing fire__the warmth
Fills the area in very front
Family draws close_warm against cold

Time today flew as trees were cut (down)
Cut just to the perfect length to burn
On the open fire  of night's desire

These hours of story telling__laughter
Make up for labor of timber felling
Time spent at the well drawing water

Here now time for discussions
Story-telling, laughter, memories
The fire softly lighting Mother's eyes


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With Eyes That Saw Your Shadows

The old men defile the little girls
their lurid charm stabs the fragile screen of innocence and ignorance

The fathers are traveled or dead or down, or never known
The mothers weep, hands in air hoping to grab something helpful

The young girls, like rat to hawk become clutched by predatory hands
The old men squeal, cackle, and trumpet their victories
vile names for the captured,the newly shamed are shouted in complete revelry
The tricked lost their chance at being children


This calls for a smile from the most sinister observer


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Moved

facing the first time
her wheel-chaired son on the move
saddest vale of tears

driving his wheelchair
his face splashes happiness
enjoying his ride

watching two people
having their own point of view
I can relate to

we meet now and then
all those years I saw his smile
ten inspiring years 

an impressive guy
cleaning his second wheelchair
for tomorrows ride 

Note: 11.30.2012: message from his wife: "I did not expect my husband to be "on the internet' in such a unusual and also very special way. You have touched me very  deeply with your poignant poem.  Thank you so very much."


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" WRITE A LINE OR TWO "

Did you ever stop and think
When you spent the day all alone
There was someone else too
That was just as lonely as you ?
So if you are feeling blue
Just sit down and write a line or two
For someone that loves you dear
Will be waiting from you to hear.


Written by my Grandmother Mamie Rachel Sterling/Sinner/Earl 1940


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The Guardian of the Morning Light

The Guardian of the Morning Light,
Creeps out of his little space warm and soft.
No one will waste that precious morning light.
Our little fur ball will see to that.
Oh ye of little sleep… 
Give up the covers or ye will weep.
The door becomes his drums, 
To announce the morning rays of the sun.
He wakes the dogs up to whine and pace, 
Eventually they will lick our face.
The window curtains will begin to part till they…
Shower our faces and eyes with light… not soft.
Then the bed begins to shake…
As everyone begins the climb to our face.
But the secret weapons are about to come in.
The kitty has awoken the little children.
Cold feet assail us as they climb in place.
The dreams of a cuddle are now replaced…
But tomorrow will be another day
If I could only find a place to keep him at bay.
ZZZ’s are the treasure of days gone by…
But the future is richer with all these guys.

Now, if only, the Guardian of Light will be polite
And give us one more minute of sleepy respite…


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Mama's Eyes

Remember when you were a kid
and you wish you'd gone and hid?
Mom gave you that look
from the corner of her eye 
that said
you'd been caught in a lie.
With just one look
that's all it took
and you begin to cry.
With the narrowing of her eyes
that filled you with dread
making you wish that you were dead.
Then the look straigght down the nose 
as her head rose
told you
in the story you're telling
you'd gone too far
and thought it 
just a little bizarre.
How about when you were about to do wrong.
Something you know your not to do
With her head down
she'd look up at you
and her eyes would say.
I wouldn't do that if I were you..
Then there's that look
when you've done it anyway
and your're on the run
for it did say.
Now your're all done
and by the seat of your pants you'll pay.
The look I love most is the one
that came at the end of the day.
When she tucks you in bed
and kisses your head
her look would always say.
I love you child.
Not just for today
but always.

OOPS I forgot the eyes in the back of her head.


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Love me why - Thoughtful

I've never time for me,
as I'm always thinking of others.
Busy being a mother, a wife and daughter too.
Always on time for appointments,
never like to keep people waiting you see.
I seem to put up with waiting for life around me.
I never say anything, I don't really mind.
I try my best to keep loved ones happy.
Favorite things, I know what they like.
And not forgetting coffee and cake with mum and dad.
I'll always have time for them.
I'm a shoulder to cry on and an ear to lend,
Hold my hand and talk to me, I'll be there.
I've never time for me,
except on Sunday's.
When I'll have a lovely soak in the tub with a good book.
And a do not disturb sign on the door.



By Emma Buckeridge
For contest : Love me why


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family feud over inheritances im missing from my own life

my grandfather was in a coma
my grandmother was a cripple
my family was excluded from my grandfathers estate

my father was hit by a drunk driver
my father left my brother and i an inheritance
my uncle was the executor of the estate

i havent recieved a phone call from him ever
he wanted me to have a tv, a computer and a vehicle.

my step mom has done this before

a group of people that had a problem with my father even buying me a birthday present
a group of people my father bought all the christmas presents for
that never had anything nice to say to my father about me

i could change the world,
sve the emperor of china from a hostage situation
i could be a torture victom of a drug ring scrambling away in homelessness
and get the big "so what" as they sit in my dads three houses

im not sure why the only thing they wanted me to participate in was cruelty

and shotgunning beer at a funeral party is really not classy


just for future reference when these people make the news


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Branded Soul

Judgement day is every day when you're trying to survive in a decent way. Clean up your life and move away, to a new playground for the kids to play. It's an Oreo cookie way of life, broader than black and white. Trying to break to the surface to see the light, but you keep getting suppressed.. it takes all your fight.

Drop out came a long way.. From counting stacks of 3 to a GED. On the outside mamma's so proud of me. But inside she's scared she don't want to see me take another fall, slip up and lose it all. X'ed up, punching holes in the wall. She's cautious for my life, she cries: "I wish you could see it through my eyes".

Accidentally got caught up in the game and chase again. Never had let go, the past was still holding onto my hand. Slowly takes over, but you keep it undercover. Keep it on the low, thinking nobody's going to know. But somehow I stayed on top of it. Only slinging and drugging on the weekends and shit. Got through my Friday and played on payday. Dedicated worker specialized in crazy.

Then one I day my end started to begin. I changed my life and I traded it in.. For a camouflage uniform that covered the scars on my skin. I ended up losing my freedom, tied down with conflicting feelings. Gun in my hand, I was told to defend, the pain and the hell that I had abandoned. The bad guy in trusted boots, ripped myself from my roots. I planted my self far from the town I was raised in.

Kind of felt like I was betraying there trust, leaving my love for a life that's lust.
But then again.. I finally felt filled inside, alive. Maybe there was a reason I looked at my past, and wanted to run and hide. No longer scraping dough to get high. Now I see it again, that pride. The sparkle in mamma's eye. And for the first time it ain't a tear from fear. Can't plan ahead a god damn year. Now she has hope instead of dread, from that knock on the door saying: "Your little girl's dead."

I opened my eyes and I stopped listening. Closed my ears to the phrases of hustlers. "Act classy, you're a lady" was all they could muster. How did they think ladies could survive in these streets? Double standards of life, a game you'll never beat.

I lived how I wanted, they said it was no place for a girl. But once I shared what I had, it became our world. I found the "I" in family, once the pain killers got a hold of me. They kill the pain but bring the misery.  





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To be a mother

Aching ,as if she has crushed bones But that is not what she cares about She worries about her little bundle She just wants to hold him tight Her body has no strength to move But all she wants is to just look See the face of her baby for the first time See whether her dreams and reality rhyme All she has gone through ,is rewarded By that first touch ,with that first hug It takes too much to be a mother But it is so special ,to be a mother


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Val Letter To My Mum On Val Day

When life deals me a hand full of variegated vagaries,
Like a brewed pot of coffee my mind is infused.

In heat exhaustion I’m left dehydrated in forlorn hope.

Like a cold-pack, you come with your propellant aura
To cool off my inner steamed up brain.

With your unequaled motherliness you cool off
Every cup of coffee my mind brews, despite the hotness.

Happy Val's day my forever Val......


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The Adventurer's Neverland

The lonely roads do not care
Its my fantasies and hopes
That rise and fall
Like the boundless grounds
Trees embracing the slithering concrete
Gives way to the peeping sun
And my squinting eyes
Engaged in a sword fight
With the sparkling between the leaves
The dust as oxygen
And happiness in abundance
"Adventurer's Neverland!"
My soul cries out loud..

Mother Nature's deepest curves
Beyond the reach of the mortal world
My insatiable spirit wanders on wheels
Feeling green,
Feeling blue,
Feeling beauty 
And feeling pain
When the lonely roads do not care
Uninvited trooper I am,my dear
Welcomed with the insanity of an unknown fear
When I ask for a hand to own
Mother Nature smiles..
She bathes in the lakes of Her ego,
Softening the soil that caress my ride
She lays naked
With Her highness to protect me,
And the valleys filled with warmth
Singing the melody like the Sirens lure
Intoxicated, the wounded pirate from the city
My soul treads stealthily into the world of the worlds
Sweet fragrance of Mother Earth
Drugs my heart and blinds my conscience
I peel my wraps off my flesh and bones
To merge in the grains of sand
The sands of time
Enslaved from the rocks of Her heart,
Omnipotent garlands swaying in pride
The sky reaches the lush greens and smiles
When it sees the reflection on the sunny lakes
Its a Biker's Paradise!
The puerile ecstasy
Like rain,
Fills my "Abyss of Want"
I find my being
In Mother Nature's Heart.

On my wheels, I sing out loud
" The roads do not care,
 The trees do not share..
 In my selfish maze
 Its my faith in praise
 I swoon, I swim, I fly, I cry
 I am Me,
 I am Her
 In the Adventurer's Neverland!"








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A woman's body

I dream of a woman's body 
and of wrapping it in my arms
and watching as it gets slushy
and as she progressively 
becomes more slutty.
 
I'd like to play with it 
like a fishers price toy.
And go fishing until 
I've reached the treasure.

With a woman's body the fun
is never really over and I'll 
keep scobba diving until 
I've seen all four walls.
And pushed each and every lever. 

Some women than like to sever 
all ties and be the player. 
But when I dream of a woman's 
body I dream that time is frozen.
And that this one sensuous moment
could last forever.

But I haven't found her body yet.
I regret....    

  


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Spring floods

As the Mother of all Mothers,
mixes yellow into blue...
Fahrenheit shall rise.
Hence forth, the snow melts...
Brings the ferocious waters.
Ownership nay!
She shall consume all!
Fastidious wench,
be gone again...
with the new season...
of the weddings.


I wrote this Feb. 2005, it is about Mother Nature turning the Earth to Spring and how she is in 
control of us and how hard she is to please, we are at her mercy until June comes and 
summer settles things down.  Judy Riley


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Oh Mama

Oh Mama,
Your passion and your courage,
Are flowing through me.
Your love has traveled across eons,
And I recognize you as my mother,
So gentle and so kind.
My heart aches to you,
I feel as if you've always been there,
Oh Mama how I love you,
This distant just aint fair.
As tragic as a treasure,
Lost in sands of time,
The Fey would bow before you,
And recognize you as one of their kind.
Oh flower Mother,
I see you in my mind.
I meet you in the fields of wheat,
You teach me beauty with your mind.
Fragile mother, 
I protect you with my life. 
Moon giving Goddess,
Heavenly Saint.
So pure,
My Ancestor Joan,
Would bow at your feet.


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Patradoot or The Messenger 21/Many

Patradoot or The Messenger21 /Many 
  
English version by 
Ravindra K Kapoor 
Originally written in Hindi by my 
Late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor


Some where you would see, Arti* being performed, dear letter,

At some place you would witness, milk being offered on Shivlinga,*

And some where you would hear, the melodies of a Chorus song,

Sung by girls having sweetness in voice, like that of a Koyal*.



DESCRIPTION OF MY BELOVED’S PLACE   ALLAHABAD


My lovely city of Allahabad is situated, dear letter,

On the bank of holy rivers Ganga and Yamuna,

Where sacrifices and ascetic practices is a way of life,

For which we all Indian feel proud of it since ages.


Ravindra

Kanpur India 12th June 2006                                 to continue in 21

Protected as per Poetry Soup’s copy write protections 



Note:
If any reader who is not a member of Poetry soup
has any question or queries, they can 
send me an email on kapoor_skk@yahoo.com



Background of this Epic 

The Patradoot was written originally by my later father
Dr.Amar Nath Kapoor in 1932. He had joined India’s
Freedom struggle in 1920 on the call of Mahatma Gandhi.
From 1920 till 1947 (India got freedom in 15th Aug. 1947)
my father was in active movement as Congressman and 
Gandhi’s non violent soldier. For many a time he was 
imprisoned for many months to more than a years sometimes.

During one such imprisonment he wrote this epic and sent
it to my mother secretly as a gift for her and to get it printed 
and circulated among the masses to create awareness for 
India’s freedom. The book was printed by my mother in 
Hindi and some of this epic was circulated also, but the 
British confiscated the book and press of my father around
1933. I was born in 1950 in a free India. I am trying to bring
this great writing of my father in English which portrays more
than the translation of the epic, so the world may
come to know about this otherwise lost and forgotten great 
great epic and the sacrifices of my parents towards India’s
freedom struggle.

Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor left active politics after 1947 
and devoted rest of his life in 
writing easy mass literature and wrote many Dramas, 
Poetry books, epics. All his other literary 
works were mainly written from 1955 to 1990. 
He left this mortal world in 1994. Unfortunately many of his
World class work could not be published so far and Patradoot
is one of them.

Ravindra
 
  

  
  





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Fourteen

Fourteen, that's all I am.
Wisedom not yet noticable though my age
But wise I am not
Stupidity comes once so often.
But harsh and unforgiving
Please save me from it.
My eyes, my heart endured so much.
From scarlet red hair of my demons
To the way they treated me
Brainwashed I was.
Best Friend 
They would whisper
and fear they would not.
But torn down to my depths.
Reach my angel 
Find my lost heart 
and fix my eyes to see the heavens.
For Fourteen thats all I am.
But wise I am not.


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Lilith

Goddess of storm and dissidence, Lilith
begot by spurious legend and foolish myth
in the dark recesses of pastoral histories
where ancient mysteries
were defiled.

Illegitimate child.

Apollo's seed, by Roman Empire
inquisitional rules inquire, to her whereabouts
seeping fetid doubts, in the bones of the survivors.
Submission required by slave drivers,

And the Elite,
now on Wall Street.
Twenty five generations later,
they still hate her...

Yet,
I see her in me, shadows of malcontent,
when passed by for promotion
and toxic lotion is sold to keep us young.
I hear her forked tongue,
when my voice is ignored again,
when single mothers barely maintain
poverty existence led
as punishment for being
un-wed.

Burkas hide the bruises
and we’ve run out of excuses
why so many women are poor.
Our beloved men are sent to war
for corporate profits made
and taxes paid in blood and tears.

Yes I have fears.

I fear her rolling up through me, if they only knew me
and what I hold back, they would attack,
and mark me feminist bytch,
witch
and un-Christian.

Listen...
I hear her whisper from sister to brother
from father to mother, lover to lover...
I feel her emerging with Pele’s fire,
Aphrodite’s desire and Venus’s lust.
We must,
hear her.

She is part of us, the Mother’s curse,
foist in the never ending thirst for power
and dominance over all.
Eden’s free fall, orchestrated, ill-fated,
out-dated and reciprocated,
by us, still now, somehow.

The sacred dance beckons us in the second rush
of knowing... rivers flowing, ever to sea.
What will be, will be...
lost in the slipstream currents of the paradigm whore
who dares seek safe passage
to our shore.


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Mother's Day

Many a moon ago you said I do
and shortly there after we became parents
it is quite clear
there was never any other
for to me you are the perfect mother
sensitive and caring
loving and daring
a special blend that makes you unique.
on this day of praise
I raise you up
above the rest
for in my eyes your'e the best
at everything you do.
so once again happy mother's


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Legendary women in my life

The smell of my mother
It’s the Coco Chanel fragrance she wears every day
It’s the scent of her make up
It’s the aroma of coffee and spearmint candy
My grandmother smells of sugar and roses
Of thank giving dinner and sweet potato pie
Of chocolate and perfume
Of spice and chamomile tea


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Drowning

I look up;
I see her eyes
Looking down at my helpless body
Floating beneath a shimmering haze of water.

I look up;
I see her eyes
Waiting and watching as I take a breath
And choke on liquid air.

I look up;
Into the eyes
Of my mother.


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The Miracle

The baby lay on her bed,
A satin soft pillow under her head,
Pretty, pretty little brown eyes,
Rose bud mouth to say, "bye, bye".

There was no doubt that she was ill,
Skin so pale as she took her pill,
Soft brown eyes no longer happy,
Rose bud  mouth to weak to cry.

Sweet little fingers quiet and still,
Golden curls wafting 'round her face,
Tears rolling down her parents' cheeks
For they had been praying for two, whole weeks.

Then the miracle happened, late at night,
God spared her the Dark Angel's might,
Sweet little lips, now laced in smiles
As once again, she shows her wiles.











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Pickled Madness

Born a wee bit 'early' like a crocus
covered in the snow of March
and unwelcome stranger am I to a
clue less world, child of the Jew.

A wee bit early for proprieties sake
yet, Mother never admitted such 
to her dying breath.
Bit 'early' the Mainiac's 
would say "ayah?"
like a daffodil in a soft, wet, ripe
spot of humus in the sun.
A bud of brightness, but, out of place.
Crocus croaking beneath the weight
of prejudice a hybrid combine
of drink and mind
covered in the after birth of woman.

In the snow's furnace Mother was born also.
Child of German extract and Mayflower heir.
Of March mother new little, raised at the foot of Mt. Battie 
and unwelcomed except by she was the
stranger.......

Am I not, the child of 'pickled madness', aye.
To a clue less world was I born.
Clue less as to the exotic mix
world child as are so many now
of the Jew.

* New Form each line begins with words in order
taken from the first verse.
**See About the Poem


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Fly Home, Little Angel

“Come fluttering words, come drifting to me...” A Rambling Poet

A gentle breeze brings me the soft smell
So familiar it calms my tear-filled eyes instantaneously.
I venture closer to the source.
Two ebony, round vases resting atop a sill.
The scent of the roses and carnations flit about me,
As they did about her so little ago.
Yet we have laid her softly
After she was slain
Into the moist, soft soil from which her scent derived.
Always like a butterfly did flora float about her.
So small, and pale, with mahogany hair
When we found her lay flared about her delicate head
Like the halo our Father gifted her.
For it came about in such a gentle flow
And jade eyes, calm as the sea
In which we found her
They sparkled like the sun dancing off the waves.
Her eyes were open, and matched the swirling surf.
The tears flow silver from my own emerald orbs
I peer into mucky puddles lying about 
And see her face in my own.
I bore her from my womb
Yet our Lord has called her home
To save her from the world's cruelty
An Angel to watch this land
I stopped to smell the flowers
Not rushing bust taking life in time
The wind blew by my ear
And I heard the whisper of a little Angel
“I love you, Mommy”

Erika Raiken
Contest: What is she thinking... - Constance La France ~A Rambling Poet~
7.27.2011


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A CRY FOR CONCEPTION

In her safe womb
she carries me
from place to place; 
I hear her love-filled words 
I hear her fast heartbeat and feel
her caring hands warmer
than the spring's breeze...
sheltering me from the cold!


Anytime someone punches 
her belly, I turn aside to avoid injury...
whose hands are doing much harm?
I cry for conception, 
yearning to be born into the bright world;
mom, protect me from all danger,
from those violent hands that try to kill me
without regard for this unborn life! 


Before you go to sleep,
sing me a short lullaby as if praying,
" Sleep well, sweet baby....mom loves you as angels do! "
When I'm big enough,
I would love to hear a fairy tale,
but 'till then imagine me falling asleep, dreaming of the day
when you'll hear my first scream...I'll finally break free
from this dark and confined realm! "



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Angel of Light

Angel of Light, tenderly touch her brow.
Remove the pain that binds her now.
Gentle, peaceful passing into the rainbows beyond,
Where light and love meets joy and peace,
Rising with every brilliant dawn.
Release her spirit to the universe,
Set her Soul now free to fly.
Unshackle every earthbound debt,
And remove all tears she's cried.
Angel of Light, spread your wings
Of Grace and Love, unfurled smiles.
Keep me close to her heart as
She crosses heaven's incalculable miles.
Release her body etheric, and
Take her home at last,
Gently lay her in the arms of
All the loved ones already passed.
Angel of Light, with Mercy and Grace
Remove the pain from her beautiful face.
Open her eyes to the new horizon
Gently sweeping upon celestral shores.
I know she'll be waiting for me
When I fly through those heavenly doors.


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'MYOB"

MOMMA MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS 
TAKING ADVICE I WILL HAVE TO THINK
TWICE,
MARRIAGE IS A WONDERFUL INSTITUTION
THE PASTOR KINDLY REMINDED US OF THE
THREE FOLD CORD AND IT EXCLUDED YOU.....

MOMMA MIND YOUR MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS
I KNOW YOU HAVE BEEN DOWN THIS ROAD AND
YOU DON'T WANT ME TO MAKE THE SAME MISTAKES
THANKS!................


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Black Fingered Pond

Again death swirls its black finger 
around the aura of pristine ponds.
That now sprout the stoutest weeds
where sleepy lilies and emerald frogs used to breathe
where souls once rested so naturally.

leaving me slightly paler than life
never quite as fleet as death,
(the cigarette popped party balloon,
the darkest swayback horse..at best)

For a time, assigning all dark matter in the grave... 
after all,even the heaviest metals will soften to wind chimed-time
and morning suns will explode with butterfly 
that perfume black fingertips
masking death for at least this day.




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Lifeless

The ER is a very chaotic place sometimes,
Happy people trying to save lives,
Good mornings escape into late evenings,

& No one will ever know when their time comes….

They called my phone said some blood was spilled,
Trauma room, a spirit gone away…

The puddle of blood was immense,
I’m sure she lost gallons,
Her eyes slightly open, will an absent sound of IV machines,
as I stare at this lifeless human being,
I begin to think back to my family.
There is nothing more traumatizing than witnessing a young teenage girl,
Discover the news of her mother, that has passed.

Even tears couldn’t show my sympathy.

Her hand had lost its grasp,
Blood dripping as I struggle between human emotion and professionalism,

NEVER WILL I EVER FORGET THIS DAY
August 27, 2012

Rest In Peace to a stranger that I will never know. Much love to the family that will miss her dearly


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Mystical

Mystic
What is this word?
Cryptic, hidden, magical.

Just like the things 
All around us everyday
Just like the creatures
From beyond time
The creatures from fairy tales.

The fire-breathing dragons
Who horde their treasure
Can be seen within everyone
As determination.

The majestic unicorn
With it's horn of wisdom
Will be stabled in you mind
In years to come.

The noble griffin
So strong and proud
Is like our father 
With pride in his eyes.

The caring phoenix
With tears of healing
Remind me of
Our mothers heart

Is mystic such a word
We use only to describe tales?
I think mystic can be seen
Each and every day
In all of us

We portray 
The mystical creatures
The creatures inside ourselves. 


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Dolly

Dolly was an auburn haired,
porcelain bisque, matt finished, doll from a 
discriminating collections of dolls…
her father’s dolls.

She was gorgeous, but not a witty woman, 
more silent, afraid and detached. She gave
birth to three children who grew up
like weeds, while Dolly made Betty
Crocker weekends and otherwise
TV dinners until she grew tired…
very tired.

One day the kids were playing with Dolly,
dragging and throwing her back and forth, 
like a red  ball, until they dropped her…
fragile, she broke into a thousand pieces 
on the hard, tile patio floor.

Her husband ran out to help, determined 
to put the pieces back together. But he was 
clumsy and repeatedly stepped on Dolly, 
crushing the fine fragments into
powdered
dust.





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Sweet Child Of Mine

Sweet child of mine
Where is your mother?
Your guardian of love?

Because it is cold out here
And the night sky has begun to draw in

Later in life 
So too you will understand
That beyond this umbrella

Another world does exist
Where is your mother?   

 


 




    


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Mama

The wound has long closed
Not a scar, not a trace
Yet pangs of pain are felt
From memories I could not erase

Time has not dulled
The emotions of that day
When you’ve decided then
That with me you can’t stay

The Lord took you from me
That much I understand
But why couldn’t you fight
And win your last stand?

I still see your smile
And I yearn for your embrace
You’re forever in my heart
Only you can fill that space


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The sun is cold

A ruthless mother beats its child
  Feeding her brood with flames 
Springs shower
Warmth
Summer is here:cold
Spite in our eyes wretched mother suns cold
We wait fo winters warmth and gold.


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she wonders

She wonders what you’re doing
and how you're living life
what new things did you learn today
and how did you sleep last night
did you feel raindrops on your face
or sunshine in your eye
of all the questions left uknown
the biggest one she has is why
why can’t you be together
why can’t she watch you grow
why can’t she guide you through this world
this she just does not know
but she promises you’ll be together
no matter how long it seems
just know your always in her heart
and always in her dreams

Poem is dedicated to a dear friend of mine 
P.G  Always remember sweetie true love is never lost, you will meet again someday.


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Once upon a time in ZigZigland

I was only 48 days old
part of my mother then
when I knew about
what happened to ZigZigland

I felt it ,I was a part of it
I loved it much more again
when I couldn't read yet
while I've known it's place beforehand

If you believed in haven
ZigZigland was a part of it on earth
It was the kingdom of all human beings
the mankind's place of birth

The father, mother and
children were all living there
Story of happy family
the glory of  endless welfare.
 
Until they came out from
the middle of nowhere, 
they fell downfrom devil's nest
father died fighting, the mother
starved feeding her youngs
blood of her breasts

They walked around destroying
burning the haven all the way down to hell
the children left their home
that was so sad for a farewell

Those creepy creatures stole
history, land, the Name
looked to the world victims,homeless
The world was blinded with fear, what a shame

They'll come for you if you speak out
eat you up and throw your bones
and the'll come back after all,lay down
beside you with their bloodied hand on your gravestone

whispering in the dark: Say it !!!
One word and you'll rest  in peace
give in their Justice : Peace
they're talking about in the middle east

Hope you stand there and roar
Land is for it's people, for all mankind
It can't be stolen, ask her and she'll
answer who she is,Just bear it in your mind

So, when they ask you again who you are
look down deep to your spine
answer them,surely the true answer:
I'M FROM PALESTINE


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It's Time

Theres a momment when you  realize your not a little girl anymore.

Mommy and daddy arn't there to run too.

You have to make your own choices.

Your finely free.

You get to do what you want.

No one setting rules for you...

Your life is perfect...

Right?

This momment is the one you've been waiting for...

But now that its here...

Your eyes are getting teary...

Already longing for the "good old days"

The good old days where...

Mommy would sing you to sleep...

Daddy would rock you in his lap when you where scared...

You knew you where safe...

You didn't have to worrie about being judge...

You knew when you got home there was someone to love you...

That was the good old days...

Now its time...

Time to go...

Go out on your own...

Alone...

Its time...

To go out and start a life of your own...

All grown up...

You're not a little girl anymore...

It's time...

You're ready...

To start a life of your own...

Little girl...

Farewell...


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For mummy

For mummy

Oh 	
My love
My angel
My mentor
My mummy
She moved from
The world we shared

But before hand
Showed me my wings
And taught me to fly

Told me
To rise when I fall
Nothing will break me
Or lead me astray

But who would have thought
She would be gone
So soon.


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mother

i call for mother
for she is sleeping on the sofa 
i look more close for death has come to call on this sunny spring day
"mother , "mom" "mommy"
no words will wake her for death has made his final round
my breaths shall not save her no matter how hard i pump
my pleas nor cries will bring her smile back out from behind her blue lips 

i stand before mother in her favorite dress and i hold her cold hand as those around say it 
was for the best
i lay in mother empty bed smelling her perfume waiting for her just to walk though the door
i wait in darkness for my heart has no light 

my days are full with routine but i am dead on the inside my smiles are fake and my laughs 
are brittle
"just one more day to get though"
i am lifess and joyless i am pointless

my children grow but i am blind 
i grow older but my grief ages me even faster
my face i no longer recongize though the mirror

long roads and dead ends but i can start to breath again
recovery is so hard mother but recover is a must 
my smiles are real and i can now laugh without crying 
no longer do i look to the door waiting
some days are long and i must really work at it
some days are so easy that i never want them to end

i stand with flowers in my hand and the spring breeze ruffles my hair 
i look to your grave and 
i can finally say i will  be fine
i will be ok


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Have You Ever Loved Someone So Much You'd Cut An Arm Off For Them

Literally cut off an arm for them
                 shrivelling white bone protruding, screaming from the pale flesh
The ultimate expression of honey, darling, sweetheart
   and wonder.
Floating like cannonballs, just dying
 batteries. No more  struggling, flailing legs.
Excitedly scribbling next to me 
   a feeling like jeans upon your touch    or fresh toast
crisp yet damp.
  I’d just like to shake you. Rattle the bones beneath your
skull, maybe even kill a few brain cells if I feel like it 
   and where have they taken you, claiming you
but not my legs and arms. Perhaps I do not wonder enough 

Dangling on the edge of the world,
You do not forsake those offering solace
   Rather you slice and cut until the edge of the world ends 
And becomes your very own playground.
 Then you need not worry,
   but had better bloody worry.
After all it’s what makes you, and us, human. 


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Ancient of Days

One step leaves an imprint
upon which all were made
Whether in organisms unseen by human orbits
or on another entities backside.

Accustom to our Environment
how can we pose questions
She's been here since the sands started downward
when They started TIME. 

Other life out there, but there are limits
man thinks man is so intelligent
and yet he can not see his own boundaries
cant see past his frontal lobes.

Mother breathes in our pollution and poisons
as we tear her limb from limb from limb
to scribble this dribble
She moans and writhes with every page.

Society won't permit us to act
If done what needs to be; we suffer
so be it, 
can't stand to hear her cry. My Mother.

For when She cries no tears fall
Instead life leaves as does her will to help.
Elements will vanish
and pit man against  man.


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Be Good to Them,Protect Them and Love Them

(Chain Poetry) 


I hate to see what's taking place all over this planet here 
Here in this world are happening just too many bad things 
Things that make me truly concerned and very worried
Worried and very sick to my stomach all the time 
Time and time again I hear all these horrible and very sad stories 
Stories so bad they sicken my heart and soul and truly make me shiver 
Shiver with fear and concern for the safety of all the children 
Children are in extreme danger all the time, anywhere and every day 
Day in and night out we all need to protect the life of our precious children 
Children all over the world need lots of love, attention and hugs plus understanding 
Understanding, shower them with all your loving care and protection 
Protection we should provide them and give them no matter what 
What we have to do for them to receive it as we bring them up and they grow up 
Up too soon we see them go, tick, tock, tick, tock, the clock never stops for you or me 
Me and you should never stop saying "I love you" or not showing for our children our love 
Love for God, love for family and friends, love for people and love for all of the children 
Children need us to teach them and  guide them all about God's awesome love! 
Love through God is so beautiful, true and awesome and will turn them into better adults 
Adults they will be one day and more matured if we just raise them with morals and right 
Right from wrong we have to and need to teach them all the time and everyday you see 
See now and  make sure that they never get  hurt or abused  in any way  by anyone! 
Anyone could hurt them,so be careful,be good to them,protect them and love them all! 



Dorian Petersen Potter 
aka ladydp2000 
copyright@2009 


August 2,2009


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Mother Nature

I journey, with my pen in hand,
To genuine and unique places…
To the heart of a lily,
The inner side of a turtle’s shell,
Behind the eyes of a gentle hare.
I travel to the forest edge
And out into the pastures
I listen for the rustle of grass
Amid the meadowland’s prairie
I swim the clear streams, splashing…
Beneath the soothing sound
Of water’s rapids falling all around
I write the words of life and love
Penned from the heart of nature’s terrain
About the rain, the sky, the sun…
Anything that touches me with the satin hand of Mother nature.

©2014 by Regina Riddle
Contest: Wanderlust
Date: August 11th, 2014


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Runt of the pack

Facing backwards on my bed
staring at the wall in fascination
how did my boredom come to this?
I try my goal but I miss.
I have no right to cry
others are far worse off than me
but the tears fall anyway
I'm astonished and dont know what to say.
They all keep reminding me
of how the world owes me nothing
of how everything's not about me
and how, who have I come to be?

It frustrates me that you think your so much better
you choose sides (scratch that) one side that is...but it's never mine
to me you always decline
and all i feel is your ambivalence.
You have absolutely no right
to even pick a small bickering fight
I saw you do things that left a scar on my mind
but you waved it off like it was nothing
because "it's all about you" right?
what you think, how you feel... you you you
you always come first.
unconditional love is what you lack.

Making me feel like the runt of the pack...


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An Ode to my Mother

An Ode to my mother.

Each day with the rising of the sun
With the sweet melody of the birds and
With the fragrance of sweet flowers,
With the opening of buds which bloom to begin a new life,
Bloom to turn into beautiful flowers
I also bloom to rediscover new life
New energy and new path

You rise up each day
My spirits rise up to new height

You speak up each day
My heart echoes to your words

You smile each day
And I feel like heaven’s door are opened
And the entire world’s happiness is bestowed to me.

Sometimes you turn morose
Then the light which reaches me and
Rejuvenates my life turns dim and I shrink,
The beautiful flower’s whose source of nutrition are you
Wither, die, scatter and fall on your feet,
The leaves which were once bright and lusty green,
Lose their strength and color
And fall pale brown, lifeless, burnt and make me bare and make me lose my 
identity.

And when you are burning in rage and fury
You fall on me like hails and thunderstorms
Your agony makes me burn and I dazzle with pain.

And when you turn silent
The darkness within you
Condense now to dark clouds
Drenched with your tears,
Tears of your pain and resentment
Then you pour on me heavily
To cool me and extinguish that
Fire and give a healing touch to my burns.

Oh! Mom you are the Mother Nature,
Who embraces her children and teaches them to survive,
I bow before you and salute you my mother.

Saptarshi Mukherjee


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BHP ~ Bringing Her Pain

we have to restitch
the skin of this planet
having gouged 
and blown up 
all that is good


we have dug at 
her eyes
with no thought
for her 
or ourselves


we have literally
ripped the epidermis
from her back
as she screamed for mercy


we have to bring 
her edges together
and saying a million prayers 
we need to give thanks 
for all her glory


we have to leave her 
to heal and rest,
as the farmer 
repose’s the field
so does the jockey 
rest the horse


she too must sleep


for what we have done
in a hundred years
she will take a thousand
in the healing


she is broken and bleeding
her gush stains the planet
her silent screams 
are finally heard
but is it too little too late


her scars are seen from space


will she bleed out
and die taking us with her ?


its inevitable one day she will


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God Rant

Why, God? Why?
Are you lonely? Do you not have enough
company? You mean to tell me
that it is so empty up in Heaven that you just
had to take my daughter’s mom? At 38 years old
you just had to have
her, didn’t you? I can picture it; all that room and
you’re just thinking, “Hmm, you know, I think I
need to make someone suffer for
a couple of months in front of her 8 year old
and 13 year old daughters, then take her
and have her up here to keep me company.” Yup,
I figure that’s pretty much what
You were thinking. Why else would you take
her? You needed a nurse that badly? She was a
good nurse in her day, you know. And
you forced my little, now 9 year old daughter to
be a nurse, taking care of her mom during the
months you saw fit to make her suffer. Yeah,
that was real necessary, huh? I suppose that’s
part of her training or her maturation process. How
much do you require of your subjects? What
price worship? Do you need blood to love? She’s
only nine years old! Why did you take
her mother? 
Why God, why?


March 29, 2008
We have rebounded well from this loss. My daughter is
happy and strong. I have since forgiven God and he
has forgiven me.


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a song for the spirit of creativity

where will i find her?
i will find her hiding
inside a triangle
humming, bent over
and sewed into
my many great grandmother's
signature
buried, saved
for the hungriest of winters

like a swan passing
white with long leaps
shapeless spirit
who keeps
herded colors
locked inside her
bone tooth box
stars on either side

the sweetest prayers
work best with tears
i will go crying in to the night
red all over
i will go dangling my song
howl for dawn
creativity
you told me to come!
my woman drummers drumstick
is stored, come straight
a thick and sticky swaddle
for my dream children
for all the ideas in my mind

help me
hear me
i am afarid of this silent birth
geometric babies
overwhelming strength
in words
i believe in the cloud 
you float in over me
my needle
my thread
my fingers
this earth paint
every single sight and all the words combined


some say you are dead
gone with the rest of
our world hoop
ha!
i see you in the water
where you breath in the screams
of wishes
woman who you collect
drop by drop by drop
woman whose
skill is not enough for you
women whose
minds are not yet open

spirit i am aware that you presented yourself to me in my mind world last night and i am 
here to sing to this song to beg and plead for you to pity me 
prove the story my grandmother heard while inside her mother
about rainstorms
that bled glass
beads
shapes
rhythm
a steady flow
it all fell into my palm
only one woman every thousand years
here i am
it is me
shapeless spirit
you offered me the power to create
i accept


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Noise, A Shadow Poem

Slowly... Slowly Mother...
Come peacefully to me... Cries...
Please stop mother... Don't make me Mother...
I don't want to hurt you... My eyes, racing...
No more racing mother... Don't do this to me...
Ill die... No more... No more... Please...
I'm hurting... Shes not here... No one is...
I'm alone... Please... No more pain...
Don't be so hollow... Shes gone... No more mother...
This is the nullification of existence... Crying again...
Please stop! Your killing me... Smothered... Sweat...
Its dark... No room... Yes... Four walls... God...
Sounds... From where? No where... Slashes...
Screams... My god why?! Someone is coming...
It yells at me... STOP... 1... 2... no 3... Cutt...
See my blood? Still dark... Slowly creaking...
Pain... Love... Torture... Mummification...
Terrible... Tear me... Rip me... Kill me...
Feel me... Touch me... Leave me... Here...
Alone... One more? I'm going to snap...
Thunder rains... No one here mother...
No one left for me... Not even fear...
Sorry mother... No father here to help...
Just us... Four walls... And me... One more...
Rape... No escape... Leave me here... No...
Leave me not...
Sorry mother...
I've failed...


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Little Ones

Little ones, just close your eyes.
I'll sing you off to sleep.
And while you dream, you'll
hear my voice.
Soothing, loving, unique.
My little ones, I wish you
rest and calmness,
little souls.
For my warmth and love
will shelter you,
for the rest of your existence.
You will always be my angels,
no matter where you are.
Gone too soon, but loved
incredibly.


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Mother's Flowers

Rose petals, crimson hue Soft as velvet, morning dew sensual fragrance nostrils awaken floral delight, pleasurable sight may flowers mother's flowers


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Not Welcome

The words 
Break your heart
and your ego
falls apart
Tears sting 
your eyes
Then a part 
of you dies


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Newborn

Awake crying in the darkness
Hungry must be fed
Nursed, changed, swaddled
Rocked and laid gently into the bassinet
Lonely wanting to be held
Awake crying in the darkness


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Parents Are Hipacrites

These parent try to tell their kids that they are imuture, but parents dont look at it this way, When a 17(Girl) and a 19(Boy) year old couple take their love to the next level by having a baby and getting married, the parnet thinks they can still control the 17 year old girl, But she doesnt understand how they can tell her what is right and what is wrong, When they make gambleing their top pioratiy. At Least the 17 year old girl and the 19 year old boy doesnt put gambling as their top prioratiy or even think about it. They try to tell her and him what to do with their money and then they have enough balls to ask if they can have money from them and they always say NO because they no where it will go and the parents get mad.... So who is the muture one here in this sitution??? Comment with any advise


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Baby Chanel

                                You have entered my life 
               and have made such a remarkable difference!
                   Your gentle warm smile erases all my cares
        and your bright brown eyes radiate hope of a bright future
                           " You're one in a million"
                         a rare and costly diamond.
            You're truly a blessing, a gift from heaven.
            You have a permanent place in my heart
            and my love for you will never diminish
                    You're my precious baby girl
                                     Chanel!


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HEAVENLY MOTHER...

one day you
were there
the next you
are in heaven
God must have
seen you struggling
but now you
live with God
and Jesus
in heaven

when it rains
i think of you
in heaven
crying cause it
is sad you cant
be here

i love you mom
your the best
no one can
replace you, never


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Surrender

Surrender


Surrender with them, for those all sins
Always you commit, at the expense of belief
At least, they can purge you, dipping in social work
Do not afraid, there is not, capital punishment.


Bereaving, they do not keep you, in bother
Where there is provision, only of rear and care
Supplies only requirements, later they’ll rear, care you
That heaven is within, in the heart of children


When become saturate, they loll, leaving toys and food
In such innocent vicinity, I wish pass my whole life 
Being happy and gaily, volatile immeasurably
Could you believe my advice, you commit, they believe. 


Instead of boasting roaring, wasting, prime time for 
Tearing sky and ground, with objection disturbance
Invest your purpose, to acquire heavenly bliss for all
Billions mothers are wishing, to offer their prospers.


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The Suspect

The three of them are sitting there, 
Faces pale in the sterile light;
The father's face is livid and red,
The mother's pale with certain dread
While their eight-year-old son stares at his shoes.
Who was the one who started the fire last night?

Perhaps the father--his foul breath tells
That he was drinking cans of beer
But then again, the mother is pale
Did she kindle the fire with love grown stale?
Behind our one-way shield, they cannot hear
As we the officers debate the case.

Who will be the one to take the fall?
Both mother and father both seem quite upset;
Either one could have struck the spark
That tore their homes and lives apart
But which one had done the crime? 
Neither one of them would dare admit.

"The child did it," I said with a frown.
"Can't you see he wants to die?
An ordinary child would fear
If he or his parents were brought in here
But this one doesn't even stop to cry."

My fellow officers shot me glares
But my intuition was proven right
A psychologist verified my hunch
The little kid had seen too much
And tried to end it all with fire that night.

What a terrible world this is
When we must suspect the kids.


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Goodbye

Without care,
Without restraint,
Without plans,
Without worries,
Without tears,
Without regret,
Without him,
Without her,
Without fear,
Without hurt.
She leaves today…
With nothing.


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But A Whisper Pt 1

                                              But a Whisper From the Childs perspective
                                                              Part 1 of 2
                                           
In my minds’ eye this life that I see is my very own upon your knee.
While I was in heaven in the heart of God waiting to be born,
I was full of excitement anticipating I wanted a Mother to adore.

I wanted a Mother to hold me tight, safe within her arms.
Raise me good give me love and keep me safe from harm.

I wanted a mother, who’ll bounce me on her knee, 
And give me sweet candy and kisses.
And when I’m away, on her mind I’ll stay, for it’s me she always misses.

A Mother to shape and mold me to be all I can be.
So when I’m older and out in the world I can make her proud of me.

A Mother to teach me of kool-aid and Jesus, baseball and football too.
A Mother that I can look at and say, I wanna be just like you.


I’ve had lots of time to think about what I want to be.
But I have the strangest feeling the worlds not ready for me.

So I must go back to the heart of God and stay for a little while,
But that’s ok for I have seen my dear sweet Mommas smile.

In my minds I you kissed me but a moment, A lifetime in a flash.
Although I knew you but a whisper, forever your memory will last.

                                                


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mom versus the gym teacher

I don't know racism
but I do know

that woman
screaming 
in my face

well, I didn't stand for that
even if I had to grab 
the neighbor's kid
to translate for me

that woman
looking down
on my Chinese face
I had Julia write 
a Formal Complaint
the principal agreed
and did nothing

a weak woman
just imagine if I knew english

the hardest thing
was letting them walk on us
timid and quiet Chinese

hah!

no Chinese in government
no social services
no translators
I came too early


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Hate

A stinging pain falls upon my face making my vision turn red. 
I look up into your eyes and see nothing but the rage and hate in your souls windows,
How could someone be so angry?
How can you go day to day knowing what you do?
I was kind, I was good.
But you made me like this.

Hit,
	After Hit,
			After Hit,

Put me deeper,
		And deeper, 
				And deeper,

Into the dark where there was only a spark of hope left 
But that even started fading as you continued to throw you anger at me.
Was I the one who made you like this?
Me your ’one and only’
How could someone be so angry?
How can you go day to day knowing what you do?
I was brave, I was slipping.

Fading,
		And fading,
				And fading,

Into a deep,
		   Deep,
				Deep,

Darkness that made me lose my mind
You made me like this.
I can finally throw my anger at you.
How does it feel now mother?
You cry and ask me to stop, but did you ever listen?
Me your ‘one and only’
How could I be so angry?
How can I go day to day knowing what I do?

Very,
		Very,
				Very,

Simple.

I can go day to day knowing that I made myself free,
Of all the hate you would throw at me.
Can you handle mine?


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The kick inside

you feel
like you felt back than 
that first mysterious 
soft and tender kick
was a foot, an elbow 
a knee or a heel

you can’t 
because 
it's not real
in your mind
until the second time

©Ellie Daphne van Stralen 

Under 15 lines 
Contest Judged:  12/9/2012 12:00:00 AM	
Sponsored by: SKAT- AB SIN THE-

	7	The kick inside	 by Ellie Daphne van Stralen


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untitled

The sunlight 
shines through 
the clouds
as rain falls 
into the gray eyes
of a mother doing 
laundry
while her children
play house.


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A -True - Mom

I know where I am
And where I come from
Life was not easy
But what’s done is done

Everything wrong
Happened to me
But the one thing I learned
It won’t define me

A father alcoholic
A mother who sold
One of her children
Publicity gold

Who knew one day
When I finally knew
About my birth mother
And what she did do

She traded her son
For the cost of a car
Not even a new one
How low was her bar?

She left me young
At three months old
I harbor no hate
Perhaps that seems cold

I was lucky, you see
I always said
Someone came through
Didn’t leave me for dead

And death would have come
Based on those around
I was their victim
So cruel I found

I was the youngest
At four, you see
My sister, my brothers
Were older than me

And older meant
That this horrible man
Would break them down
He had a great plan

On destroying the lives
Of the children he grew
He enjoyed it so much
What’s wrong with you?

I went into the orphanage
I loved it you see
The one thing it brought
Was stability

Surrounded by nuns
Felt so good to me
No one would cause harm
I now have safety

But reality is
It was a different time
DCFS 
Not a friend of mine

My father, the abuser
Had easy access
No one cared
He had such success

They let him in
Like he had done nothing wrong
Access to me
Was his favorite song

The anger I felt
May not go away
You let this happen
Do you feel okay?

There’s untapped rage
On what I now feel
If you had been there
How would you deal?

But eventually 
I should let it go
Not sure that I can
But I will let you know

You can only take on
So much every day
Sometimes there’s someone
To show you the way

It was given to me
By a stranger one day
Who wanted daughters
To light her way

Surrounded by sons
She knew to be true
But it’s the daughters she said
Who will be there for you

And she was there
Every day
She buried my pain
In every way

From the day I walked 
Into her home
She never failed
To make me her own

She didn’t care
Where I came from
I was her daughter
Much more than her son

And from that day forward
I would always be there
Showing my love
Showing I care

She was the person
I wanted to be
So much kindness
Is all that I see

Being a giver
Makes everything right
In this hard world
Why would I fight?

I’d rather be kind
In all that I do
I truly believe
It comes back to you

And she received
All that she gave
We took care of her
To the end of her days

I will always remember
How she looked at me
That I was special
Is what she did see


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Happy Mothers Day

 
On this beautiful Sunday morning
To all the mothers and grandmothers
From each and every land

Mothers are all made special
In each and every way

So I'm sending you a teddy bear
And A boutique of roses

On this special mothers day

From Me & My Family
Wishing You A Very Special
Mothers day

On this Sunday Morning
 


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The Train Ride Ended But Love Never Stops

"I've never rode a train Mom." 
he said with eyes lit up.
So, we bought two round-trip tickets
 to my mother's house.
(She lives a short walk away from the train station.)
Our trip would only be forty minutes 
but that would be long enough to say
"We've rode a train!"

The day of our trip 
was the day after
his eleventh birthday.
I'm pretty touched
 that he would choose
to spend the day with me 
instead of his friends.
Our train arrived at seven A.M. 
and we didn't leave until nine P.M.
This gave us plenty of time
just him and I.

I thought everything went great.
We played games like "Catchphrase" 
for about 5 hours 
and laughed and laughed!
No talk of "my childhood" came up.
(thankfully)
He and I took a couple walks together
spending hours in antique shops
until he found the perfect
antique "survival knife" to buy
with his birthday money.
We stopped into the ice-cream parlor
and had the biggest ice-cream cones known to man!

When it was time to leave
we walked to the little restaurant 
for dinner first.
We shared our meals 
and talked about our day.
I saw a young man 
sitting across from me,
looking at me through the eyes 
of my baby boy.

After our meal
we walked back to the train station.
Our train was late but
we didn't mind
that just meant more time to talk.
When I saw his eyes fill with tears
I had no idea what was wrong.
I was chilled to hear what he said.

"Mom, I just feel so bad for you.
I can see how sad you are
when you talk with your mom.
I just wish you didn't have 
the childhood you had.
That's why I took so many trips
to the bathroom today...I just couldn't
look at you sitting there with her.
I knew how you were feeling,
I could see it in your eyes."

It took some convincing 
to make him see
that I don't focus on 
what my mom and I don't have.
My focus that day was on 
what he and I 
do have
and that is priceless!
I wouldn't trade that kid 
for anything in this world
and I'll never forget
how we spent his eleventh birthday.


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THE LANTERN

A lantern to spill the flaming way
Unmeshed milestones, flooded today
You always record, a thousand things to say
And now, as your wall-paper, their curling away

I’ve left this lantern
An encore to a siren, droning, beneath a factory of glass
To the frowning, reading, repeating what they say
While not knowing? Toe to heal: way my come

A lantern to spill the flaming way
Unmeshed milestones, flooded today
You always record, a thousand things to say
And now, within wall-paper, thoughts withering away...




(This poem is dedicated to all the mothers we lost to alzheimers...)


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Missing Piece

I love you and your never going to realize that
You will never realize how much this hurts
Or how much I miss talking to you
You will never realize that I feel like a piece of me is gone.
You won’t care that I want my mother
And you won’t care that through everything
No matter what
I will always love you
It doesn’t matter how I feel about you
Because you will never feel that way about me.
And even through time
I can honestly say
That pain will still be there
I will never get over it
And I will always hurt
And time won’t make it better
I will always cry and wish you were here
But it won’t matter
I will never be good enough 
Or do the right thing in your eyes
I wish I could live up to your expectations
But I fear I never will 
And I want you to know
As long as your gone
A piece of me has died and I’m empty inside
Where you held that place
I know it won’t matter
But all the same I want you to know.


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LET ME SLEEP

I sleep so can I dream

to find me in a world I can be

to play with my dad while

My mom waits for me

with several cups of tea

Distant relations I not even know

Childhood friends forgotten long ago

tug along and raise a lot of cheer

I find myself cocooned

in the midst of near and dear

God wakes me to the reality of hell

O’ No! I want to sleep for ever

and stay in my happy dreams

As I stand near the grave

I shoo away the birds around

My dad is dreaming deep inside

Leave me at peace, let me sleep


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MY HERO

MY HERO
I
Confused, I try to find words
To describe this woman
This colossus
Yet no name, no words from my mouth,
From my books can describe her.
I pick up my encyclopedia, my dictionaries-
Long mans, Oxford, Collins and a couple of others on my shelf
Trying to find a perfect word to describe this woman- My first love,
Yet no words can fit in perfectly.
II
Tired, my brain saturated
Just a word and I can’t concoct one
Why worry myself to frenzy?

REALIZATION
I
I rise up my tired head, eyes dilated
I look up at the wall, and boldly written on the wall is this word
“HERO”
Smiles settling on my face
Eyes full of life
I think I have found the right word.
But the word Hero is masculine for a person
Respected for bravery or noble qualities?
Yes! Indeed it is.
I think of the feminine word
It is “HEROINE”.
But this word Heroine; can it adequately describe
The sterling qualities this great woman possesses?
I ask myself…
No it can’t I tell myself.
II
In this woman I see a man
A strong hearted man
A man of integrity, a man of noble carriage
That woman in a man is no other person than my Mum.
She alone I will love cherish and adore.
I call her my HERO 
My number one HERO
My hero in a crazy world full of insanity.


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October Morning

As I gaze out the upstairs window
Looking at a scene from yesterday
This place from my childhood
This place of cherished memories
It is early, and a burst of sun gleams proudly
As it began it's rise over the distant horizon
A string of washing waving on the line
Looking like colorful flags flapping in the wind
And the doves strutting on the cobbled path
Cooing their song, or perhaps complaining 
About the chill of the October morn.
Perhaps it is not quite the same now,
As it was on a long ago October morn
Yet, something of those days hang on
The washing no longer blowing in a breeze
The doves have found a home beyond
My grandmother has long been gone
But there still prevails a peaceful song.


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