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CHUBBY LITTLE GIRL: Ode to Bria Samone

I love her joyful smile, her hair in 
curls.
A plump round face with chocolate 
on her nose,
for she's her mamas' chubby little 
girl.

What better gift for me in all the 
world,
wrapped in pink with lace and 
purple bows?
I love her joyful smile, her hair in 
curls.

Brown stains caress her mouth in 
one great swirl,
with a drop or two I saw upon her 
toes.
For she's her mamas' chubby little 
girl.

"I made a cake for you" she says, 
the whirls
around the room before she strikes 
a pose.
I love her joyful smile, her hair in 
curls.

"A cake for me?" I ask the precious 
pearl,
I touch her sticky face and spotted 
clothes.
She'll always be my chubby baby 
girl.

Hand in hand around the room we 
twirl, 
when we stop, I laugh and pull her 
close.
I love her joyful smile, her hair in 
curls.
For she's her mamas' chubby little 
girl. 








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mother WHO i HATE

Mother, mother can't you see?
How much are you putting the needle,
Deep inside of  my heart?
I know the pain won't go away!
I know you are blind to see the truth!

Pain pain pain,
When will you go away?
Anger, hate & discouragement
Always comes my way!
What am I supposed to do?
I feel alone deep inside,
I feel the empty pressure against my chest,
In a prison of hate,
I am sick of the people who I love,
Betraying me & ruining the trust,
God above who sees your actions,
I hope He will never forgives you,
For you who keep on sin.

One day you will see 
Throw my eyes & my pain,
One day you will stop on pretend,
Realize your mistakes,
It will be too late,
I will be gone far away,
I will never come back again!


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Alice in Wonderland

Plump-cheeked and bow-lipped, the stalwart mother sits reading,
corseted in her close-kept role, gathering the feminine
for like to like is drawn, a blossom-pressed, Alice sits lazing.

Straight-laced, as the time, the stripped couch holds her life's calling
falsely framed in pleated revere, smacking of each hidden sin
plump-cheeked and bow-lipped, the stalwart mother sits reading.

Her voice denies the rigid caste of ill thought mothering
a doll's denied its little mother's arms and long lost grin
for like to like is drawn, a blossom-pressed, Alice sits lazing.

All of nature calls to her but Mother seeks quiet's staging
as wilder spirits and untamed flowers wilt beneath her chin.
Plump-cheeked and bow-lipped, the stalwart mother sits reading

There'll be no romp, no rabbit chase, no rash beheading,
just Mother dear and only here within this room again.
Plump-cheeked and bow-lipped, the stalwart mother sits reading
for like to like is drawn, a blossom-pressed, Alice sits lazing.

 
Painting Alice in Wonderland by George Dunlap Leslie 


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Infuriated

- For women who choose to have abortions just so they can continue to whore around.

You make my head swell,
& you're a sad excuse for a woman:
Cold-hearted, selfish, self-righteous witch.

Abortion is a matter of life or death,
yet you choose death for this small being.
You make my head swell.

You work with children every day,
yet you still want to kill the one inside of you.
Cold-hearted, selfish, self-righteous witch.

You give me unwanted goose bumps with those words
"I want an abortion," as you laugh it away.
You make my head swell,

& I have the urge to take the innocent life today, do you?
You disgust me, making me want to vommit.
Cold-hearted, selfish, self-righteous witch

Steal the life of this baby and party your life away,
disregarding the fact that it didn't have a choice in the matter.
You make my head swell
you cold-hearted, selfish, self-righteous witch.

-Caroline Youngless


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Threshold-s- Hail Thee

Threshold(s) Hail thee

The path that delivers I will elevate;
For the life that lives deserves whole eternal,
In the place of rest that saints will dominate.

The many battles fought to safeguard a trait,
To let a brood with no lore of nominal.
The path that delivers I must elevate.

Not she rests assured by nature’s salvage date.
This life yet renders bosoms for cardinal:
To nourish…, enrich this trait to dominate.

From ‘yes’ I breathe to still ‘no’ I defecate.
These, I owe house of notional tribunal.
For that life’s deliverance I will elevate.

Progenies I, owe this life that promulgate
News of me to flora and fauna’s astral.
I owe this life for those gifts to dominate.

Nerve not she got, to stand tests to procreate
Won’t my lines have been thrown in lone nocturnal?
This path that delivers I will elevate,
To the place of rest that saints will dominate.

©A.O, 4/4/2014.
Dedicated to my mother and my father. And parents alike.


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Villanelle: Dare you stain the portals of your deity's sacrosanct citadel

Villanelle: Dare you stain the portals of your deity’s sacrosanct citadel

Dare you stain the portals of your deity’s sacrosanct citadel
Which mortal mammal’s primal address the rapists desecrate
Be not taken aback the yoni passage leads astray linga infidel

Seeds of life ever come tumbling from out the sacred temple
There to greet in meiosis and in secret reverence gestate
Dare you stain the portals of your deity’s sacrosanct citadel

Do heathen women toiling in the dark draw the blinds on hell
And Gorgon heads of demons deep in them shudder vibrate
Be not taken aback the yoni passage leads astray linga infidel

Yet deafening tunnel shrieks of the human species’ s carousel  
Re-winds obsessive tinnitus ear-pounding thuds to celebrate 
Dare you stain the portals of your deity’s sacrosanct citadel

Who keeps the sanctum sanctorum well-cleansed spiritual
But the defiant procreator linga tireless distending inebriate
Be not taken aback the yoni passage leads astray linga infidel

He who bestial disembowels the temple in a frenzied spell
His own mother disowns and hysteric squats on life’s dictates
Dare you stain the portals of your deity’s sacrosanct citadel
Be not taken aback the yoni passage leads astray linga infidel

©  T. Wignesan – Pars, 2014




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Total Destruction

<                                   Destruction of beautiful mother earth
                                     Will it spin off mantel like head to gawk 
                                     Or destroyed by mankind for what it's worth

                                     Floods fires quakes acts from natures own birth
                                     Litterbugs arsonists terrorists balks
                                     Destruction of beautiful mother earth


                                    Illuminate waters that someone hurts
                                    Cleanliness is painted in Godly chalk
                                    Or destroyed by mankind for what it's worth

                                    Man woman and even thy smallest mirth
                                    For thy Father in our Heaven will stalk
                                    Destruction of beautiful mother earth

                                   Eagle that soars a wolf howling from girth
                                   Will thy it's freedom ring out thus like the hawk 
                                   Or destroyed by mankind for what it's worth

                                   Like land before time when man walked
                                   Wonder how forces existed and talked
                                   Destruction of beautiful mother earth
                                   Or destroyed by mankind for what it's worth


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My Mind a Pit

What is her name tell me what is her name 
I am searching for someone I once knew 
Everything is nothing and life's a game 

And this is no longer easy to tame 
I am burdening I know it is true 
What is her name tell me what is her name 

Her eyes have grown weary and I to blame 
I try so hard with strength to find a clue 
Everything is nothing and life's a game 

She's worried and I don't want to bring shame 
But soon there will be nothing to pursue 
What is her name tell me what is her name 

This disease now a notorious fame 
Someone will be approaching soon but who 
Everything is nothing and life's a game 

She is here now she approached through the frame 
Progress has not been made what do I do 
What is her name tell me what is her name 
Everything is nothing a life's a game 


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Childhood

She has seen things in her life
That no child should have seen
Like powder on the edge of a knife

As mother inhales happiness and exhales strife
The frail child watches those eyes begin to gleam
She has seen things in her life

One the mother was a wife
But once father left mother started to lean
Towards powder on the edge of a knife

Mothers prized possession is that knife
Carefully hidden under the bed an wrapped in jean
She has seen things in her life

Once her father took brothers life
And the recurring losing theme
Led her to powder on the edge of a knife

Now daughter also experiences stffe 
Growing into a fragile teen
She has seen things in her life
Like powder on the edge of a knife 


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Oh Vulnerable Woman

What a beauty you are!
In this very life, my life!
Oh vulnerable woman!

In your fertile womb,
Precious little life,
What a beauty you are!

Lovely soul takes life bids,
Without hesitation,
Oh vulnerable woman!

Without your weakness,
You would not offer love,
What a beauty you are!

Selfless is your existence;
Yielding self to a small one,
Oh vulnerable woman!

Your delicate body gifted life,
And life gives peace as price,
What a beauty you are!
Oh vulnerable woman!


8/11/14

** This is dedicated to my wonderful mother who took the risk of giving us all 
her children - LIFE. My salute to all mothers whose vulnerability is a true 
beauty!!


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Away

Softly she enters the path into wood
Dressed in summer's white linen, black hat unband
Toddlers follow, these of her motherhood

In bloom today trees ..dogwoods, cottonwood
She carries her butterfly net in hand
Softly she enters the path into wood

Tiny little girls become sisterhood
Drawn to nature are they, bugs, blooms, and
Toddlers follow, these of her motherhood

She spies butterflies in the thick hardwood
Escape today,  play her spirit's demand
Softly she enters the path into wood

Away from the creekside where sometimes flood
Away into the scary woods not planned
Toddlers follow, these of her motherhood

Away she goes into the deep away 
Stray away from everyday dismay
Softly she enters the path into wood
Toddlers follow, these of her motherhood