She Calls Me Home…
At days long end
Left on troubles shore
When I just know
I can't take anymore
When the last light
Of hope is gone
She calls me home
She calls me home
When my thoughts
Are racing round
And I can't find
A friend in this town
When every door
Has turned out wrong
She calls me home
She calls me home
She calls me home
To her embrace
Wipes the tears
From my tortured face
Calms my soul
Til the demons are gone
And with her sweet voice
She calls me home
When the dark
Won't give up light
When the wrong
Outscores the right
When the noise
Outdoes the song
She calls me home
She calls me home
When the clouds
Won't seem to break
And the sky
Just seems to ache
And the sun's
She calls me home
She calls me home
She calls me home
To her embrace
Wipes the tears
From my tortured face
Calms my soul
Til the demons are gone
And with her sweet voice
She calls me home
I have a special story I wish to share
About a seamstress beautiful and fair
She would fade away turning into smoke
Of her amazing beauty, no man would joke
The spiraling smoke would then re-form
I know only an angels face could be so warm
Before her a beautiful quilt was spread
Upon it the story of my life was said
As she once again started to dissipate
She said, “Mike this quilt records your fate”
As the smoke traveled over to a new place
And then formed together creating her face
Looking over her shoulder back at me
She said, “This area will hold what has yet to be”
Most of the quilt looked like twisted evil tattoo
Simply because, my life’s quilt was quilted true
I looked the quilt over and then met her gaze
She was so beautiful in so many different ways
The last part of the quilt way over to the right
Showed the beauty of someone changing their plight
Upon her beautiful hand, which seemed so nimble
I noticed she was wearing my grandmother’s thimble
From a young maiden so beautiful to see
My grandmother appeared right in front of me
I guess up in heaven we return to our youth
My grandmother was beautiful; such is the truth
I thought of the price grandma was asked to pay
The shame of knowing I had turned out that way
I thought of her sitting there stitching my shame
My grandmother didn’t deserve an eternity of pain
She said, “Michael be still with the pain in your heart,
Your story encourages others to make a new start.”
“The deeper the wrong the stronger the right
I always knew my boy would take up the fight”
With a smile much brighter than an ice covered sea
She said, “I love the man my boy has grown up to be”
As she turned to the quilt and started to sew
She said, “Michael, its now time for you to go.”
“Believe in your story believe in your truth
For Salvation is the true fountain of youth”
One night in a dream, which I’ll hold forever divine
I learned; my Grandmother is now,” The Seamstress of Time”
When I was a boy I would help my Grandmother roll
her quilt, find her glasses, as well as, her thimble. I
never thought about how amazing her art truly was.
From a pile of rags she would make the most beautiful
quilt's. I sleep under one of her quilts to this very day.
Thea, grandfather Alferd's dog died, she was so old and sick
Now is Thea on the moon, says Adrian who is six
Michael Jackson died so unexpectedly and abruptly
He is on the moon and plays with Thea, says Adrian who is a big fan
Betzy, grandfather Arild's dog died, she was also old and sick
Now Betzy is also on the moon with Thea and Michael Jackson and play all day
Great Grandmother died so unexpectedly and abruptly
Adrian who is six had difficulty understanding
Adrian who is six cried many tears for Great Grandmother
but comforted himself with the fact that she is sitting on the moon and
makes waffles to Thea, Michael Jackson and Betzy.
A-L Andresen :) - A true story -
Mothers are love you can never replace,
from the day you were born they have that embrace.
Mothers are someone you can always turn to,
when ever you are in trouble and don't know what to do.
Mothers are our healers all the times that we are ill,
it is just how Mother's are,always have and always will.
Mothers are guardian angels who guide us through life,
they are gifts to our Father's to be a loving wife.
Mothers are special and are made just for you,
always beside you when you need help to get through.
Mothers are people who will always be around,
she may not be your blood,but a Mother is common ground.
MOTHERS ARE PRECIOUS PEOPLE
Dedicated to PD:)
Colleen Marie Bono
July 1, 2013
Terror seizes you, and it isn't kind.
You try to go somewhere peaceful in your mind.
But the pain rips you right back to here and now.
Not wanting to give him the satisfaction of even saying "ow."
You try to be strong, but he tears from you, a scream.
Oh God, please let this be a terrible, terrible dream.
I thought he was supposed to be a friend of mine?
As the tears grow down my face like vine.
He tells me I wanted it, even though I screamed no.
He says my attitude and outfit told him so.
In the same breath, he threatens me never to tell.
If they ask why the tears, you better say you fell.
As I got out of the car he pulled me to him and hugged me tight.
He kissed my forehead and said Don't worry you'll be all right.
Just remember, if you open your mouth, no one will believe a dirty whore.
Now go inside before I take you for another ride and give you some more.
Into the house and straight into the shower.
I was in there for what felt like hours and hours.
My grandmother knew right from the start.
Please don't tell, it would break Daddy's heart.
Please, Grandma he's not worth Daddy going to jail.
For my sake and his, you can never, ever tell.
She kept her promise and never uttered a word.
At night, she told me, my cries she heard.
For six weeks I kept my secret and told not another soul.
For six weeks I sunk deeper and deeper into a hole.
Not until I heard that he raped a fourteen year old girl.
Knowing I could have prevented it, shattered my world.
I finally told my horror story to the cops and to my Dad.
I don't think I'd ever seen him so violently mad.
Mike was arrested, but in jail he would not stay.
He lived around the corner and we had to move away.
He got probation, but not for me, his word against mine.
I was sixteen, of legal age to consent, so for me he'd get no time.
His punishment, probation for only a couple of years.
Me and his other victim were left with our fears.
Would he find us and take revenge for what he said was a lie?
Would my father hunt him down, and go to prison for a rapist to die?
He got away, pretty much scot-free for his deplorable crime.
His victims were the ones who were serving the time.
This IS a true story, my story, but not my story alone. After 8 years and raping several
other women Mike was sentenced to 35 years in prison. As he pleaded his innocence, we were
all in some way vindicated. He never did a day for brutally raping me, NOT ONE DAMN DAY.
But he's doing plenty now. I hope he gets ALL that he deserves.
Oh, how could I ever be bored?
When I had such interesting chores.
I had to paint our bedroom door,
Then mop the grand, speckled floor.
Walked quickly down to the shore,
And dug hidden clams with the oar.
Made a tasty clam-supper for four,
Then into their big bowls I poured.
Knowing, they would yell for more,
Prompting my tender voice to roar -
All gone, there's more at the store!
Or take a lantern to search the shore.
However, they cost more at the store,
But not a penny, to dig with the oar.
Oh, I'm sure you will not get bored,
Performing such an interesting chore.
For soon in bed, I will sweetly snore,
With a sound much louder than yours.
Last night the paint actually, tore,
From the ceiling and door, it poured.
And that is why, I happily wore,
That Silly Old Hat Of Yours.
It was at Christmas time that she invited me to her home
This wonderful Northwest lady that I feel I’ve always known
Her coffee pot was brewing as I entered her living room
To find her tree adorned with an angel who had died too soon
Little Joycie was but a child when God called her back to him
As we shared a cup, tales of our past and future were woven
A grandmother with a gift for words reached out and touched my heart
I brought a hand-made Christmas stocking, hoping joy to impart
A special connection I made with this talented poet
To be able to call her a friend, I am blessed and I know it
Written by Carolyn Devonshire and Dedicated to Super Souper Joyce Johnson
For Michael's "First words over coffee" contest
I dreamt my mother mourned a broken doll,
porcelain, sad brown eyes, and five feet tall.
Entombed it in the finest place she could,
a cottage encircled by sunlit wood.
She danced a silent waltz with it, keening,
encouraging life in the wretched thing.
And it mended as she was worn away.
She did not hear when warned of her decay.
I was left a pristine porcelain doll,
and a broken mother in its enthrall.
On a slope graced with green
White marble stands in proud salute
For beneath these engraved pillars of memory
Lie the resting places of heroes
A solitary green fir looks down
As if sheltering the lost and the taken
So many names, from all walks of life
A father, brother a girlfriend or wife
On a sunny day, they glow radiant like their lives
On a dull day, they stand out against the greys
For the living, life goes on
Tomorrow is another day
I am too sensitive, to which I strive to change
I want the love of others, and I crave it in exchange.
Sometimes, I think I'm there, but much to my dismay.
There I go again wondering what they think and say.
Many hours I sit inside myself and over think.
There are things I need to do, and I can't afford to sink.
I try to word things right, but they seem to come out wrong.
This impoverished mind set has to end; it's been going on too long.
I'm digging deep inside myself to find out where this came.
I know the answer, but it's hard for me to place such blame.
I'm a product of abuse that stems from childhood, this is true.
Still I accept she didn't guide my hand to do the things I do.
God, I pray to you right now, to help me to forgive.
Please help my Mother realize there is a better way to live.
So many trials seem to be filled up with so much fear
So many ask, “Oh Dear Lord, what am I doing here”?
So many questions that I have come to know
If we just plant a seed, with water it will grow
I have a natural green thumb that now is wasting away
Along with a mind that does love to go out and play
Times I still ask, “How did this all came to be”
What was it that my wife was able to see in me?
She says that my heart was the most beautiful around
It still blows me away, for I clearly remember the sound
Her voice was so soft, her tone was so sweet
I was nothing less than pure evil upon two feet
Had been years since anything had took me by surprise
Ice cold is what the rest of the world had seen in my eyes
I looked at her smiled and laughed in my cold convict way
She smiled and said, “Why you want to be mean anyway”
I told her, “I reckon we are all born to just what we are”
She said, “So why are you a dope cook instead of a star”
That question stopped me right there dead in my tracks
I thought, “This girl is a looker but God she is whacked”
Last night her and I sat out underneath the moon
Two very blessed souls swinging in our sliver spoon
Just a little swing we built together out in our back yard
Place to just sit back and rest after a day long and hard
I once again ask her, how in the world could you ever know?
“My Grandmother was preacher, I could see her in you soul”
Which led me to speak out my truth for I learned to not lie
"My grandmother was also in yours, answering the entire “Why”
Grandmothers we respected and held above all others
Brought each of us together in the land born of lovers
Two Grandmother Spirits full of pure heavenly delight
Led their grandchildren into the valley born of the light
Now here we sit holding each other, each other high above
Because we share in the blessing of our Grandmothers love
Toni and I had lost our Grandmothers before we had ever met
though I knew of hers because she was a very powerful lady
and a down home speak in tongues Pentecostal Preacher that
had great respect up in these parts. After all these years we
confided in each other that we could see our grandmothers in
each others eyes. Thank you and God Bless, MJ
We nurture them within our bodies, birth them in a blinding pain,
suckle them on breasts so swollen, till we think we’ll go insane.
We kiss away each painful boo-boo, bandage each and every wound,
show them that in spite of roundness, peas can stay upon their spoons.
We intercept their nostril’s flowing, be it green or white as snow,
wiping gently ever hoping, for the day they’d learn to blow.
We give to them each ounce of wisdom, try to teach them everything,
suddenly, for unknown reasons, screw it up and give them wings.
We mourn a bit, those cherished moments, when on us they did depend,
days when we were super heroes, possessing wisdom without end.
We watch the journey proudly knowing, as they soar into the light,
Mother’s wisdom, though not perfect, lends the wind that gives them flight.
TEEN AGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES!!
One day I came home with the flu.
My mother gave me a bowl of stew
All I can say is that the stew was thick like goo.
I still ate it thinking it was chicken stew.
Saturday morning I woke up watching Winnie The Pooh.
Mother made me a sandwich that was hard to chew
In the kitchen I saw 2 strange looking shells
Once I saw them I started getting dizzy spells
Eating turtle soup with out having a clue.
Made my face turn green and blue.
Walked into the living room.
My stomach still felt kind of doom.
My mother was watching the tube and singing along
Singing along to the,"Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles" song!
NOW THAT WAS WRONG!!!!!!
TWO TURTLE DOVES
During Christmas, I always go hunting in the woods
I set out traps to catch me some goods
I caught two turtle in my first trap
Poor little things where full of crap.
I was singing "On the first day of Christmas" on my way back.
All I could think of was my Two Turtle (Doves), snack!
I took them inside and dipped them in water
They had no idea they where soon to be slaughter
My dad told me that turtle soup hits the right spot.
Silly turtles where already in the boiling pot
Looking at the pot one turtles was swimming around
I can't believe in the hot water he didn't even drown
I had to pull him out, and set him on the rebound.
I'll just cook him on my second round.
I am ready to eat my turtle stew.
Praising this soup with an mm mm thank you!
DARN!! Salt and Pepper was the main thing I forgot
Realizing napkins was the only thing I bought
I put the napkins on my lap.
I was about to have me some turtle snap.
I started singing my favorite Christmas song.
Suddenly the "Two Turtle Dove" part did not belong.
Singing softly to my favorite line
Eating the stew didn't feel fine.
""On The Second day of Christmas
MMMMMMMMMMMy TRUE LOVVVVEE
Gave to me TWO TURTLE DOVVVVEE
With out having the jolly to sing along.
I had to put the stew to a side and be strong.
(now) THAT WAS WRONG!!!!!
((( HAVING FUN WITH MY OWN TURTLE CONTEST )))
Behind these gates lay quite the scene
So very surreal, yet not a dream
Beautiful headstones, manicured lawns
My God the memories this place spawns
The winding road, first turn to the right
Back to the beginning of my plight
Stopping next to the second trail
My heart and head pound like hell
On the left eleven headstones away
Like a movie my memory starts to play
People gathered from all around
My mother knew everyone in town
At the time I was still unable to speak
My shattered psyche was far too weak
I stood there broken and full of fear
Ashamed I could shed not a single tear
Ashamed I could speak not a single word
Inside my head so many voices heard
What did those voices have too say
That’s another story for another day
Those gates now hold so many I love
Everyone I once held above
Last time I entered them I was 32
Even though those gates hold all of you
Next month I’ll go back and explain why
Tell my mother the reason I couldn’t cry
Apologize to her for being broken
Leave flowers, a poem, and my N.A. token
That way she will know without any doubt
What her little boy ended up being all about
That her little boy is not broken anymore
Overcoming adversity is what adversity is for
And one day when I’ve completed my fate
I’ll be looking for her, “Beyond the Gate”
The Shafter, California cemetery holds my mother, Grandparents, my cousin James and many
close friends. The last time I visited them was approx. 18 years ago. It’s very strange
that I received, “Beyond the Gates” as my topic, because; I’ve been planning this trip for
months now. If not for that fact I would have most likely written this poem about prison
gates. I reckon all things happen for a reason. Thank you Constance writing this poem has
given me strength to help me do what I plan to do. Go make amends to the person who gave
me life and taught me the things, which stuck with me through it all. My Grandparents
never lost hope in me and always said, "One day Mikey will remember the things we taught
him and return to the Lord." I think they will be proud of the man who comes to visit them
There’s taxes on underwear, dresses and ties,
and taxes on ointments your grandmother buys.
There’s taxes on food at your local D.Q.
and taxes on food even good for you too!
You’re taxed on most services; and you are taxed
if you get your most private areas waxed.
You’re taxed every year (it should be a crime)
on the same house and car that you bought just one time!
The plan for which all your work’s taxes went in,
when finally used, you’ll be taxed for again!
You’re taxed more for smoking! You’re taxed if you fly.
Your loved ones get taxed on your stuff when you die!
Rich brats have their loopholes and still get ahead.
But most of us won’t find relief till we’re dead.
Inspired by Carolyn Devonshire's "Taxing Times" Contest
The more I try to reassure my mother,
The more she suspects...
The concerns and cares I shoulder,
I conceal and collect.
Her ears keen to the notes I offer,
My anxiety she dissects.
Taking on more as I grow older,
Less her fear affects.
Understanding her and less eager,
I share all; she accepts, connects.
Mixed with gas price inflation
Served the homeless in Manila
Then become a homeless college student
And mother in America
Racial discrimination justified
As manager proclaimed Black Girl
Gave Jesus his eviction note
While her abusive ex she couldn’t
Wait to promote
Self-employment had to end
As her car became uncooperative
Wrote poems and created soliloquies
Since the voice in her mind
Had to be freed
Degree hanging on the wall
While debt remained stacked 10 feet tall
Apathy knocked on the front door
While shame and disgust waxed the floor
Dreams of the American family
Burst into flames
Along with the hope of wisdom, wealth, and fame
Born American, sixth generation of great-grands all German,
not much liking sausage or sauerkraut, English speaking all the way,
except the Germany of my ancestry was fought over and broken
so I’m a bit of France, Germany, Poland, Hungary all the Holy
Roman empire, dissolved down, fought over, egotized, horrified
and remade Into some new state where English is as common as German.
We share a love of flowers in the face of cold and rain, I drink less beer
and wine, meet up somewhere, anywhere around the world on a beach.
From my parents and grandparents, I know to serve up too much food
seven sweets, seven sours and drink and whirl the night away to a band.
Hardworking sorts, unafraid of a little dirt, loving dirt, the turnover
and young sprout brought to fruit, wearing overalls and then washing up.
To sit before a pressed linen table cloth, served up on the finest china,
the cha in my father’s name, the uff da, and other exclamations.
The morning rosaries, the blessed churches where we give thanks for all good
and the setting aside of pride while we work together to make our food.
Sure there are aprons for cooking. Shorts for summertime. A dive into any pool.
What do I know of being German, not much, it's just somewhere in my roots.
It seems ages since we met over your long, golden hair
an hour glass on the table keeping the meter.
It seems like too many dress up doll days when we played
take me to the river but don’t get our feet wet.
It seems we lost our inner selves painting our faces
painting our nails, singing karaoke at the bars.
Oh, to regain those lost years of our youth, unwrinkled skin
turn back all the pages, like winding gold on a spindle.
Instead we have just leaves, grieves, and grandchildren
with their laser guns, plastic skin and smug attitudes.
They never challenged gamey little midgets with foul intent
they had us to pad them safely with money, love and scent.
Dear Rapunzel, do please let your hair down one more time
and play climb out of the cellar and up the apple tree with me.
Signed Your Dearest Play Mate.
My mother takes me to different places
and laughs at all my silly faces.
She runs me a nice warm bath
and helps me with my math.
My mother makes me healthy snacks to eat
and sometimes let's me have a treat.
She takes care of me when I'm hurt
and cleans me up when I'm covered in dirt.
My mother talks to me about all the dangers
and reminds me not to talk to strangers.
She tells me not to lie
and wipes my tears when I cry.
My mother always brushes my hair
and teaches me how to share.
She claps for me when I'm right
and comforts me in the night.
My mother is 5 feet, 4 inches tall
and she is the best mother of all!
by Ana Espinola Collins
I wrote this poem for children years ago....I thought today was the perfect day to share it with everyone!
It's not easy to live with every day problems,
Especially when someone expects you to solve them,
The minute that trouble has raised up it's head,
And balance the budget and make home made bread;
And making and keeping appointments and errands,
While setting a shining example as parents.
Sometimes I just wish I could go back to bed,
And dream a sweet dream and wake up instead,
To find I can take a day off to relax,
Perhaps read a book and not feel so taxed;
'Cause the house work will be there tomorrow for sure,
And I don't have to worry, my job is secure.
Who'd want all the worry I have all the time?
It's no bed of roses, no sweet dream sublime;
For I am a homemaker, nanny and nurse;
The one they all turn to for better or worse.
This is my castle and I am it's queen,
And I wouldn't trade it for anything.
(It's the most thankless job in the world --- or is it.)
Our team, Pat and Mike, pulled the wagon over rough ground.
When the iron wheel rolled over a stone, we bounced around.
On the way to Grandma’s house, our hearts would sing with joy.
A happy day loomed ahead, filled with freedom from daily toil.
Aunts, uncles and cousins filled up Grandma’s kitchen,
food for our bellies, playful lambs, and baby kittens.
Peals of laughter among parents visiting with each other,
far too busy to watch everything we could discover.
A small house bursting with love and uncommon harmony.
Sweet memories of where we learned the value of family.
Neglected by you,
The simplest form of abuse
Not photos taken, so none to fade
Ransom for love still unpaid
Might as well have given me away
You were a mother only in name
I feel as though time is slipping away,
And more is gone each passing day…
Can you remember this feeling very much.
Hearing something in the kitchen making a fuss.
I can remember it so well, it's like yesterday.
Pots and pans wrattle, as I'm outside to play.
I would be playing in the dirt or kicking a beach ball.
Hearing mamma in the kitchen, hoping she'd call.
I know that she's cooking dinner in there.
I'm not sure what it is and I don't really care.
I am completely dirty from my head to my toes.
Is there dessert or ice cream, she only knows.
I can smell the cooking from the yard and all sides.
With realization I know it's sloppy joe and french fries.
How it was when I was young.
Freedom around the yard I could roam.
I loved my mamma and daddy for just being there.
I'd be nothing without them, no love or no care.
-No contest, just some things I was thinking.
A mother's holiday should be everyday,
To show you the thanks I wish to repay.
A million word poem could never consist,
Of all that you do - a lifetime of lists.
So Ill keep it short - a miniature report.
To convey my gratitude for all your support.
Preparing this thank-you, builds tears in my eyes.
The bulletproof bond we share never dies.
Countless memories we've made as a pair,
Has given me more than I can compare
Your lessons of chivalry I've cherished so dear.
You've molded my heart to love with no fear.
Your lullaby songs that put me to sleep,
Created a herd of infinite sheep.
Happy Mother's Day Mom, I hope you enjoy.
Much love from your son, your grown baby boy.
- Yours Truly
I need a Mom who's always there
Someone to care,
Who loves to play
Will always stay.
A Mom to mend my broken heart
Give a fresh start,
Who holds my hand
Gives strength to stand.
I need a Mom to find me here
To make it clear,
I'm not alone
Please take me Home!
A Minute Poem
I can hear the horses snorting, outside my bedroom window,
Even though it comes, from so many years ago;
Cotton from the cottonwoods flying through the air,
Making whitened dapples on my palomino mare;
The hounds are all out baying, it must be dinner time;
In my tiny little neighborhood, I was never scared of crime;
Family surrounded me, aunts and uncles all around,
It was quiet on our little street, no sirens made a sound;
My cousins and I would play outlaws, and we’d hide out for a day;
Making mighty forts from the fifty tons of hay;
It never really changed much, as I grew up through the years,
And remembering that it’s gone, always brings me close to tears.
(My Parents sold the house I grew up in last year - It still breaks my heart)
Dull from age even her eyes can no longer tell a story,
Alzheimer’s disease silenced her mind - I’m so sorry.
Written August 11, 2012
For Black Eyed Susan's contest
Placed 2nd in contest
In this mirror, you can hear the child
in a tall grass field and running wild
The timothy grass hides this boy from view
Your watching, and wondering, is that you
Too few summers, with many lessons to learn
from earth, deer, trout, eagle and fern
As student's we gain and strengthen our voice
for the path we follow in life, is our choice
Take joy in this journey but, leave no track
If Mother Earth cries, then you can't go back
I see in this mirror, that the child has grown
a man,now stands strong, to hunt on his own
As he ventures through this forest of strife
making choices that affect generations of life
Pray that his choices weren't guided by greed
Mother Earth cried, the "Great Spirit" takes heed
50 years of choices, in this generation's reign
Tears come to my eyes, I feel Mother Earth's pain
Man's greed and arrogance spoiled water, air, sky and land
Mother Earth, I see is crying, poisoned by human hand
With grand-children sick, from this contamination of earth
I ask grand-father's guidance, that he return Mother's mirth
Man has stopped listening, he's only guided by greed
Are only deaf people listening, I keep planting the seed
I need your strength and wisdom to guide me along
without fear of what's coming, my relations are strong
Now I see in the mirror, an elder in white
This mirror fades to darkness, I pray for the light
for "The Rhyming Game" contest
The mirror doesn't lie!
The wedding bells were in full swing, ringing
The choir in the church was melodiously singing
The groom saw the bride entering with a smile
It took his heartbeat, breath away for a while
He couldn’t wait to make her his wife
He’d imagined with her, his entire life
But before he could face her, came in her brother
He asked in an angry tone “How much do you love her?”
“As much as the sky spreads” he answered, it was true
“Okay then you can marry her” the brother said, “that’s cool”
The bride was now a step ahead, the groom’s heartbeat fast
Before he could see her properly, came before him a task
The mother it was this time, asking him to propose
“Very romantic it should be, else, I’ll oppose”
The groom sat on his knees and said “I love you sweetheart”
“I cannot live even for a sec, even with the thought that we part”
The mother was satisfied, the bride came further
With her next step, the groom faced her father
“You can marry her only on one condition
Give her everything she wishes for, you love should have no limitation”
“Sure” the groom said, and his bride was now before him
But before the priest could start, a lady entered in
“Stop this marriage! I still love you” she said loudly
“Tell me you still love me, don’t marry, and say it proudly”
The bride was surprised, her eyes filled with tears and worry
Just then the lady said, “Oops the wrong marriage, I’m sorry!”
The couple was now happy and they finally got their ceremony right
The groom’s face was lit up and the bride’s was bright
Just then someone called the groom, “Get up son! It’s your wedding today!”
It was then that he realized, it was a dream! But he was sure today was the best day of his life!!
written on 23rd Sep 2012
Written for the contest
You Inspire Me
What inspires me?
A song lyric-------a brave, determined person (Man or Woman)
A gifted child
An Innovator, innovators are individuals that are firsts to do something.
That inspires me and by the way…
O mother you inspire me (most of all)!
The blazing sun gently weaves through her hair
as golden shades of love flow everywhere
fine ripples dance upon her seasons’ face
like a fresh angel , dressed in plumes’ embrace
Then, chasing rhinestone of winds, she alights
while serenade of fireflies thrills the night...
her world thrives in orchards of innocence
with bounty for harvested life, immense.
Oh, I take time to cherish her breaths now...
and kindle among bubbly children how
to nourish her lush greenery aglow
these hours might not last, I’ll never know.
Pray with her and treasure sighs each day.
she’s Mother Earth, soul in graceful display
*for my personal use, it was only mine,*
too soon, I’ll hear her funeral chimes.
One by one rivers turn gray, I do see
Shall I then weep or reap her tenderly?
my soil, the moon; given back with intent
because her own pure heart is heaven sent.
For never was born a truer design
than of nature free, from Creator's mind
Inspiration from Richard Lamoureux's 'Pitcher Perfect'
"The Lord poured me, a pitcher of time.
*For my personal use, it was only mine.*
A generous portion, it seemed I got.
I wasted so much, I poured out a lot."
Pick One Line, Any Line Contest of Richard Lamoureux
written by nette onclaud
Daddy left Mommy, when I was two
She really didn't know what to do
Four little children under the age of six
Was a situation, she just could not fix
Christmas was coming, she didn't have a dime
The bills were piling up at the same time
She tried to focus on her belief,
Lost the battle and applied for relief
A county program, for the very poor
Barely kept the collectors from our door
So sad she was, by her lack of funds,
She couldn't buy presents, for her little ones
With grandma watching us, she left to go out
She never came home, we were forgot about
I was too young to remember Christmas that year,
It was years, before the whole story, I'd hear
Grandma tried hard to make it right,
She took care of us until Mom returned, one night
Branded in my memory, the day of her return
After nine long months, I would later learn
Mom never mentioned the time she was away
She loved us to the fullest every single day
Twenty-four years quickly flew by
When I think of the day it happened, I cry
God took my mother on the ninth of December
Unexpected, a loss I'll always remember
Going through her belongings, we came across.
A small newspaper article, that intensified the loss
How we found it I will never know
This plea, with a picture, from so long ago
As I read the article, blurred by my tears
I was transported back, through the years
To a little girl on grandma's knee
Looking at a shabby, Christmas Tree
Crying for her mommy, who wasn't there
While grandma patted her silky hair
Grief, it hit me, no time to hesitate
When I saw the significance of the date
December ninth, the paper, said it all
Memory upon memory, I would recall
Two events, so many years apart
Yet, I could feel the child with a broken heart
Holiday Spirit, sad to say, I had none
Decorating that year without the usual fun
Mommies little tree, on a table it sat
Her homemade ornaments, and a tree mat
Going through the motions, I have to admit
All I wanted to do, was quit
Events don't shape us, they make us learn
Even grief, has its turn
Memories of a Christmas, thirty years past
Impressions, they fade, but still last
By Karla Null~Godsgift~
Your "Saddest" Christmas Ever Contest
Sponsored by Constance LaFrance~A Rambling Poet~
LOVE YOU MOM
"a treasure is the gift of a mother's love"
.The day you passed my heart shattered.
My lifes a mess and feels like it doesn't matter.
Your not here to make things right.
So I feel so alone at night.
If only I could hear your own words spoken.
My heart would no longer be broken.
Oh my sweet mama I miss you so much.
Your arms holding me with that mothers touch.
There is no answer for the question WHY?.
Your passing is why we cry.
Everyday I see something that reminds me of you.
Roses,coffee,newspaper and morning dew.
My memories of you I will always keep.
A place in my heart so deep.
Teresa Skyles 26-Aug-11
Entered in Constance La France~a rambling poet~"Mothers"contest
Small room with one door
Pale green carpet lines the floor
Two windows, shades and curtains
Pink roses scattered uncertain
Paneled walls remember
Our Moms love this December
Figurines rest on dresser tops
Some gifts, others from local shops
Flower petals that hold no scent
Potpourri in baskets, its fragrance spent
Jewelry in boxes free from dust
Treasures left to us in trust
As we walk in her room
Memories flood, it’s too soon
Our hearts rhythm the song
Her being gone seems so wrong
As memories waltz in our veins
Longing for her voice, still, in vain
Pictures now our fingers trace
With each touch, her remembered grace
Eyes, once blind, can now see
Pain and sorrow gone, her soul set free
Her voice, now strong, rings in heaven above
Carried through the air on wings of the doves
To all this and more, we longingly cling
How we’d love once more, to hear Momma sing
By: Debra Squyres 12-3-2010
NOTE: Though I searched in vain for the first draft of this first poem I was unable to find it. It was much longer and filled with cliches.... This is the poem I spoke of in my "Poetry on My Poetry" poem. Of course it is cleaned up a good bit now and I've actually changed the title to "Room of Memories"
I sink into the steaming bath and soak my cares away,
A glass of wine to cure the pain the damp brought on today;
No screaming son to demand my time, today is just for me,
A book is all I need to be as content as I can be;
I call the local pizza place as the water cools and bubbles fade,
I order up a large for me and hope it’s not delayed;
Soon the delivery man is on his way with a heavenly pizza pie;
And I intend to enjoy every slice, just me, myself and I;
The rain is coming down in torrents as I snuggle up on the couch;
I slowly start feeling more like me, instead of Oscar the Grouch;
I turn on my favorite movie, the one I’ve seen a thousand times;
I enjoy every second as I relax, feeling sublime;
My family will be home soon and their needs I’ll have to tend;
The sun sinks lower in the sky, as my perfect day draws to an end.
Only There I feel the thunder
Calming Seas amongst the wonder
Only There on that horizon I see
Purpose in it all. A destination to be
Only There in the deep recesses of the mind
Feelings so pleasant and sublime
Only There mingling among the Spirits of Nature
Humbling down all of One's stature
Only There Madre Terre so beckons to see
In such freedom and raw intensity
Only there to be so calm. So serene.
The most beautiful vision I've ever seen
Only There to "see" where I often go
Anything Madre Terre wants to show
Note: Madre Terre = Mother Earth or Mother Nature
Copyright © by Scarlett Anderson
Inspired by photography by: Troy Breaux
Earth and environment preserved for us,
all bountiful and all lush.
Very pristine, pure and clean,
Clear blue sky and lands jade green.
Languid wings of breeze used to carry,
Scents of flora and fauna fondly and airy.
Sweet melodies of streams and brooks flowing,
In the sky above, the rainbow, distinctly glowing.
Lands laden with fruit bearing trees all around,
Multi hued flowering plants growing wildly in the ground.
Greed in man to keep on plundering,
Misguided enterprise in him keeps blundering.
They call it modern technology,
Sans care for mother earth, they surely owe ecology an apology.
With the pollution that we mercilessly do,
Will we be able to enjoy this in a year or two?
Horrendous signs we see & hear,
Blasphemous changes is near.
Ice caps melting & dark winds blowing,
Raindrops pelting & forests burning.
Green lands shrinking, & wells drying,
Erosion is increasing & ocean shores weeping & crying.
Coal burning & ore reserves mining increasing,
Gas basins exploding & oil reducing.
Smog filled skies & expelled fumes,
Oceans with films of crude, pesticide laden food to consume.
Expanding concrete structures replacing torn down forests of trees,
This is the environment that surrounds you and me
Our world’s face will keep changing,
Nature’s furies across continents rearranging.
From impregnable depths to lofty mountain peaks,
Nature in different form to mankind communicates and speaks.
With fast paced & living large,
Dwellers of planet earth forgot that it is mother earth is in charge.
If we don’t mend our ways and treat her with distinction,
We surely will be on the super highway to hurried extinction…
To begin with from this day,
take a pledge to do and to all say
Plant a tree or a sapling in your yard,
Keep watering it don’t worry about the soil being hard.
Turn off the tap as you brush your teeth,
And don’t waste water when you soap your hands and feet.
Avoid napkins of paper use the cloth one,
Try it & remember we used to carry a kerchief and sure was fun….
Use fabric grocery bags,
And reuse cloth for rags….
Recycle all paper products that you can,
Try yourself, half laundry loads in the machine to ban.
When not in the room turn off the light
Use energy efficient bulbs for improved sight.
Walk more and drive less,
Stop spilling gasoline & reduce the mess….
be at home or in foreign lands,
Remember the environment is always in your hands.
My mother sweeping up the floor,
Or greeting neighbors at the door.
Stopping for a cup of tea,
With cookies and some milk for me.
She’d make the beds, do other chores
Before hanging the clothes outdoors.
My mother led a busy life
And still she was a happy wife.
The meals that from my mother came,
Would put all restaurants to shame.
She was the world to Dad and me.
She’s with me still in memory.
I see her shining chestnut hair
And tortoise comb to hold it there.
She kept it all in ordered check
Except for curls on back of neck.
She gazed at me with mother’s pride
Until the very day she died.
I know there’ll never be another
Who could love me as did Mother.
Mother’s always in my prayer.
I ask that she be happy there,
With floors to sweep or beds to make
Someone to love for love’s own sake.
By Joyce Johnson 5/4/02 Wpm # 2
For D P's Early Mother's Day Contest
We can't get back the years we have lost
The Demon inside stole you at all cost
The father you loved and trusted in
Took your innocence a mortal sin
Your broken spirit yearns more of the same
Now he tells me... that I am to blame
I should have not left you and trusted him
Denial has ways of making life grim
Now what can I do since he took my child
In ways someone could never take mild
I have no witness but you my sweet girl
Protecing your secret till God's grace unfurls
In bed thinking what could I have done
Of all Ugly... this the ugliest one~
A long time ago we had a pet, his name was Little Bimbo
He came to us all bald and crying, his mother he didn’t know.
Our dad had bought him from some kids, who were trying to kill him to eat.
They had killed his mother before, and now they wanted this baby for meat.
Our dad was a strong sailor and it was before the quarantine laws.
He threw the children money, and grabbed the baby’s paws.
Bimbo came to live with us, he lived inside a fireside oven.
You may think we would eat him, but no. it was the warmth that it did govern.
Bimbo grew and played with us like a little brother or sister.
He would hide inside our jumper, if he didn’t like a strange mister.
One day poor Bimbo trapped his tail, it was really quite a shock.
Especially when the vet said, "The rest of it was also for the chop."
Poor Bimbo was now accident prone, his balance he had lost.
He fell into a thorn bush one day and now his sight was lost.
The vet was upset, but not as much as we were on that day.
Our little pet monkey Bimbo was taken far away.
Our mum tried to pretend he was being looked after. and that he was well
We knew the truth when the vet came round, and returned Bimbo’s little Bell.
At the crack of dawn, silently slipping out of the silky night
Angelic faces wearing dreamy smiles, my day's first sight
The crowing rooster just rubbing his sleepy red eyes
The sun, on the other side of east, snoring loud and nice
As I saunter into kitchen- "Mum's cafe, twenty four hours open"
To begin nourishing my motherly duty with tender devotion
Goddess Venus in a clear sky inspiring me, shining bright
Blessing me with her vision, may the rest of day be alright
Slowly as wakefulness dawns upon God's creatures on Earth
I pack delicious bounties cooked on my ever faithful hearth
Peering out I feast my eyes on a pair of frolicking proud peacocks
Doves preening by the window sill, I wake lil one with sweet talks
The skies still a bit dark and the breeze blowing soft and cool
I pack off my first born, bag n all, with a hug and a kiss to school
Prayers in a distant temple, chants and the sonorous bell ringing
Aroma of hot chocolate, ginger tea fills home, I work softly singing
When the rising crimson sphere bursts the splendor of his glory
Feeding breakfast to a robust toddler, each bite, a new story!
He'd bounce off soon to his playing den, cuddle his teddy and lie
Sipping some refreshing tea, my hand at writing poetry I shall try.
For: A Couplet morning contest by Francine Roberts
You are the light in my darkness,
my shelter in a storm.
You give me strength when I am weak,
and your love to keep me warm.
When I was hurting, lost, and hurt,
it was your faith that I had used.
When I was cold, depressed, and lonely,
I stayed alive by your love only.
When I felt pushed or shunned away,
it was then your friendship made me stay.
When I was sick and felt like dying,
I knew you loved me by your crying.
I knew you loved me, knew you cared,
you did what no one else had dared.
You took the time to learn, to see,
just what I really am in me.
You listened to my thoughts and fears,
and helped me wipe away my tears.
You helped me learn, respect, and love,
to pray to God, my Lord above.
You're the light in my darkness, I hope you'll see,
I'll love and thank you, Mom, for eternity.
Mama can you hear me call your name?
Doesn't matter,I love you just the same.
Ninety years you've lived here on this earth.
And you have struggled ever since your birth.
A mother who was cold,a distant father.
An alcoholic husband who couldn't bother.
Now you live your days out in confusion.
Life to you is just a dark illusion.
When I call you mama,you just stare.
Sadly,I wonder is somebody there?
Yet I'll keep on showering you with love.
Some day we'll be together up above.
Don't tell me to visit,
When you refuse to let me in.
Don't preach your religion,
When you've done nothing but sin.
Don't show me your tears,
When you refuse to wipe mine.
Don't load me with guilt,
Saying "It's been a long time"
Don't tell me you love me,
Then shut me out of your life.
Don't bother wasting anymore of your time,
I'm done handing you the knife.
“Mother…for whom love was enough”
Love and a sense of humor were Mother’s tools of trade
and a judicial wisdom with every judgment made.
She used no threats, no whips nor straps to discipline her brood.
No swear words or shouts did she employ to force us to be good.
We each were quickly sorry, if misbehaviors or our lies
brought signs of disappointment to her beautiful gray eyes.
Daddy and Mama were a team and didn’t sabotage each other.
His one firm rule that he enforced was a simple “Mind your mother”.
My mother’s meals were evidence of her enduring love,
She turned out her delectables on an ornery old iron stove.
No one ever had to be called twice to one of Mama’s meals.
We came eagerly anticipating the treat each bowl reveals.
We were so happy at that table, with Daddy at its head,
as we sat thinking of the food, throughout the prayer he led.
She cooked to please our daddy with Pennsylvania Dutch dishes
And on our birthdays pampered us with our selective wishes.
When we were sick our mama used her love potion to kill
all of the foolish bacteria that had dared to make us ill.
She never was too busy to attend our little bruises,
to wipe our tears with her clean apron, one of its many uses.
She raised her seven children in those days when times were tough.
We didn’t miss the luxuries. She had taught us, “Love’s enough”.
By: Joyce Johnson 8/25/11 For Constance’s contest “Mother”
She's no Aphrodite, but sweet as honey-
not weak or flighty; she hoards her money.
She then turns around and Oh, Lord Almighty-
does something profound she thinks is alrighty.
She doesn't make a fuss,
just hands it all to us.
Chicken is poultry
it’s not poetry
I may write chicken scratch
I’m an artist to match
Mother disowns me
am I truly free?
My animals are like family to me, not just a pet.
My cat is in labor, and she's having issues, so all I can do is fret.
The emergency Vet wants four hundred and fifty dollars!
I don't have it, so she's denied and all I can do is holler.
So what am I supposed to let her sit here and die?
It makes me want to go stab that jerk in his eye!
You should be a Vet because you love animals, not money.
What's a cat's life to them? I don't think its a damn bit funny.
I mean the economy is low and I'm not asking to do it for free.
Just to let me make payments, how hard can that really be?
Cruel-hearted, greedy people that are ruthless and hollow.
You can bet karma will most definitely linger and follow.
Some people just don't understand, she isn't a cat, she's my baby.
There is a chance she will live, and I hate living on the whim of a "maybe".
What choice do I have? I'll take her to her normal vet tomorrow morning.
If my "daughter' dies, that emergency Vet will need some serious warning.
She's a beautiful feline, with soft fur, half white. half black and stunning.
With God's luck, she'll finish labor and her children will be coming!
A Mother’s Love
Dr. James E. Martin
A mother’s love is beyond describing
She is on a child’s heart constantly inscribing.
Chicken, potatoes, and cold pumpkin pies
The food on the table is covered with flies
White ones and red ones and black ones and blue
Just look at that mountain of laundry to do
Dishes and pot lids and pans that are green
Oh, look at this pile of dishes to clean
Here there is carpet but there there is none
I wish that this pile of garbage was done
Smudges on windows and dents in the doors
Remains from the hundreds of food fights and wars
Couches all tattered and furred by the cats
A mound of cracked snow boots and sweaty old hats
Dishes or laundry or piles of goo
I have me a plan and I know what to do
Toss 'em out windows or down the front stairs
I know this is cheating but who really cares?
Out goes the laundry and stashes of junk
From Adam's green apron to gramma's old trunk
There go the dishes all covered in mold
Along with some food that is forty years old
Off with that chair and "The Three Little Pigs"
Things that are broken and "How to Grow Figs."
Off with this junk that my kids left behind
This statue of rocks and a petrified rind
The air is drunk on the scent of trellised roses
Snails draw trails on a rain soaked white washed shed
Shapes draw eerie life like human poses
Stars reside among white clouds overhead.
I saw her framed in the arbor in your garden
Chatting with kids now raising kids of their own
Her visit did not illicit a word of pardon
She would be proud to see how they have grown.
My shadow a shimmering path across the grass
Invited me into worlds now torn apart
But present tense reigned over memories past
As my mind bowed gracefully to my longing heart.
I was not surprised or saddened by her presence
She is ever present in all that matters most
At times like this when I feel her very essence
I wonder who's alive and who's the ghost.
21st February 2012
By Sashi Prabhu (zeauoxian)
Hey mum and dad please do not lowly hum or keep mum,
When by your little one asked “where do babies come from?”
Narrated over and over this metaphorical tale,
Many scoff to tell, be it female or adult male.
Birds are like men and fly as they please,
Bees are like women, dedicated to their queen, to her whims appease.
Bees sit on and pollinate the flowers,
By, buzzing around many and over few hovers.
The birds spread the “seed”,
These to the “gen next” they lead.
This is about birds and bees a short verse,
On a topic, proscribed and taboo which parents surely must never be averse
Lying by the pool on Mother’s Day
My thoughts were so many miles away
Suddenly my concentration broke
“Your begonias are pretty,” she spoke
I looked, hoping to see her sweet face
Wanting to give her one more embrace
I was the youngest of three children
I still think of her now and again
But to hear her voice on Mother’s Day
Was better than a floral bouquet
She’s still with me; I feel her presence
And when obstacles seem too immense
She comes to me often in a dream
And I feel her embrace as I scream
As May approaches, she’s on my mind
To Mother’s Day my thoughts are confined
Alone in Mom’s old house, memories
I feel love her spirit embodies
*Entry for Carol Brown’s Memories of May contest. Written by Carolyn Devonshire. (True Story)
Wherever I go through out my whole life,
I end up struggling with lots of strife.
Thinking that my life is a total waste,
Wanting it to be over in a haste.
I can feel the pain inside my own heart,
Like someone through at my a deadly dart.
The wound is easing deeper and deeper,
Will the pain ever stop getting bigger?
Feeling emo is never a good thing,
Cutting your arm makes a really bad sting.
Blood is dripping from my arms and my heart,
Failing to dodge the largest deadly dart.
Drowning in all the lies and self pity,
I live each day but always feel sh*tty.
I have lots of thoughts about suicide,
But then I think about those who have died.
Those who have died not just from suicide,
But also those who are really nice guys.
...This "poem" was actually suppose to be a couplet (on any thing you want) for my english
class but i made this kind bcuz i was feeling emo that day...and also after i was done i read it
over and it almost sound like a rap song which, i guess, is kinda funny and cool.........
In the kitchen my mother stands
Blue bowl in her work rough hands
The cracks and chips my fingers trace
Remembering the lines on her tired face
The bowl is full of memories sweet
Of her stirring up some special treat
If I could have just one little wish
We would stand together with her dish
Stirring up some breakfast batter
The room filled with our girlish chatter
The old blue bowl is with me still
In a place of honor on my window sill
Night after night, she sits down and contemplates
In her mind she knows her loss, but still she sits and waits
He, her husband, another statistic he has become
Killed in a far away land, another soldiers blood has run
Day after day she's taken back, to moments they had shared
Carving their names on a tree, showing teenagers cared
Through green fields of pastures new, season after season
At fourteen years old they clicked, love was a reason
Whilst she paces their family home, his steps gone forever
Killed in a far away land, another life now severed
In her time their kids will be told, daddy's never coming home
For the angels have asked him to stay, just to let him roam
Memories of their pasts resonate within her mind
For she knows she'll find no other, for he was one of a kind
Outside the window where she stares, under many seasons skies
She sits down and contemplates, why the Rose always cries
The sweetest smelling flower that I have ever seen;
Lavender it’s called, it grows down by the stream;
It has beautiful purple blooms that sway upon the breeze;
Tempting me to take it, my senses it does tease;
I use it for a lot of things, like dried and put in tea;
It has the most relaxing smell, I like to mix it with potpourri;
Sometimes I like to pick it and just hold it in my hand;
Some people think that it is ugly but they just don’t understand;
Not only does it smell sweet but it’s soft and delicate;
It has so many medicinal qualities and it burns so fresh when lit;
My grandmother told me that if you braid it to hang above your bed,
The soothing scent will catch nightmares and give you good dreams instead;
Everything about Lavender is so appealing to me;
And with all the special traits it has, I’m sure you will agree!
~Honorable Mention in the "The Flower" Contest by A Rambling Poet~
The most important job in the world dear, is the one you hold and that's quite
The kids in the right direction you steer and in their lives you bring good cheer
You really have an important position that deserves more than a yearly
Supporting your kids to reach their ambition is indeed a very, very honorable
You are one of the world's greatest wonders, a vision that is definitely like no
Your kids would never trade you for another cause you are a great and wonderful
Without you the kids would have gone astray,you fill their lives with light like the
They know you'll love them come what may and so on behalf of your kids let me
greet you Happy Mother's Day
Lord in answer of prayer
Child of mine. I must admit I don’t hear from you very often,
Your brother though is quite devout, to him your heart should soften.
He say’s he works hard to me - but that you will blame him.
For anything you don’t do, and you will try to shame him.
Your brother, put in a plea for you, and not for a new bike.
You had better try harder, boy before I give you what you like.
I even hear from your teacher, he’s his own wits end,
He prayed for the cane to come back, so your ways you better mend.
Your mother tries so very hard it’s not her cooking at fault,
Its you and your picky ways, so they had better halt.
Your mother works hard and has little time to bake you pumpkin pie,
You're lucky boy to have gravy, never mind the turkey dry.
Your granddad needs a rest, don’t be a pest, he’s getting on you know.
As for grandma she puts up with all of you, so let the wines flow.
Your big sister, her father has already requested the boyfriends’ disappearance.
I’m working on that and everything else, so just give me a chance.
The neighbour’s - well they have not said, anything about you.
They just prayed that your family would go out, and then come back without you.
So listen boy the lord has spoken, and you better hear me well.
Cos come next thanksgiving year, You may hear from him below.
My mother taught me many things
A long long time ago
She taught me how to clean and cook
And also how to sew
But most of all the things she taught
Was how to pray and love
And show loyalty to my family and friends
She's always in my mind and heart
And my devotion to her will never ever end
Oh, what a joy little children are !
Juice in the video, sick in the car.
Untidy bedroom, scattered toys,
girls playing nurses with little boys.
Dogs' tails being pulled, a cat's on fire,
interrupting the moments of love and desire.
Passing the blame for their little crimes,
playing with frogs all covered in slime.
Screaming their heads off in a plush restaurant,
having a tantrum when refused what they want.
Arriving home late covered in mud,
not going to bed when they know they should.
Non-stop talking while dad's watching telly,
splashing the walls with ice-cream and jelly.
Chocolate stains on their Sunday best,
painting funny pictures on granddad's vest.
Why do parents' voices echo from afar,
Oh, what a joy little children are !
Loose are the oven mitts that covered mama's hands.
Cold are her rustic pots and pans.
Stained are the pages of her favorite cookbook.
Lull hangs her ladle on its metal hook.
Hiding on the ceiling is the once dancing steam
of beef stroganoff's sour cream.
Silent is the spatula that served family guests.
Quietly the food processor rests.
Daddy can only cook up a sweat,
and I'm too young to read a recipe yet.
There's no warmth in the kitchen since mama's decease.
These objects are resting, but not in grease.
I was born in the year 1940
Growing up I was a little naughty
I was a little scared
To really be bad
We started to see many strangers
People reacted to different dangers
My mother and her friends stopped the late night talks
People were being more careful during walks
My mother and friends started locking doors
We seen protective gates going up on the local stores
My family and I lived in New York City
Things became worse and not to pretty
Garbage thrown in the yard and the street
By people that were not clean or neat
Women could not walk by men without words
Men would make sounds like chirping birds
After a few years of worry for my kids and wife
We moved from the city and started a new life
I SAW AN OLD MOTHER WITH SILVERY HAIR
SHE SEEMED SO NEGLECTED BY THOSE WHO SHOULD CARE,
HER HANDS WERE ALL CALLOUSED AND WRINKLED AND OLD
A LIFE OF HARD WORK, WERE THE STORY THEY TOLD,
AND I THOUGHT OF AN ANGEL, AS I SAW HER SIT THERE
ROCKING ALONE IN HER OLD ROCKING CHAIR
BLESS HER OLD HEART-DO YOU THINK SHE'D COMPLAIN
THAT HER LIFE HAD BEEN BITTER,SHE WOULD LIVE IT AGAIN
AND CARRY THE CROSS THAT'S MORE THAN HER SHARE
ROCKING ALONE IN AN OLD ROCKING CHAIR
IT WOULDN'T TAKE MUCH TO GLADDEN HER HEART
JUST SOME REMEMBRANCE ON SOMEBODY'S PART
A LITTLE WOULD BRIGHTEN HER EMPTY LIFE THERE
JUST ROCKING ALONE IN HER OLD ROCKING CHAIR
I KNOW SOME YOUNGSTER IN AN ORPHAN'S HOME
WOULD THANK THEIR OWN HEAVEN IF SHE WERE THEIR OWN
THEY NEVER WOULD BE WILLING TO LET HER SIT THERE
JUST ROCKING ALONE IN HER OLD ROCKING CHAIR
I LOOKED AT HER- AND I THOUGHT - " WHAT A SHAME"
THE LOVED ONES THAT FORGOT HER, SHE LOVES JUST THE SAME
AND I THINK OF AN ANGEL AS I SEE HER SIT THERE
ROCKING ALONE IN HER OLD ROCKING CHAIR
Written By My Grandmother Mamie Rachel Sterling/Sinner/Earl 1950
My hands too tired to write, motionless they fall
Mind and soul lethargic and dull, I watch the show
Life spinning-me sitting-watching the leaves tremble
in rays of light hidden from my window
I rest, wait for my soul to heal
wonder at my raising breath and listen
for sounds of joy to inspire my heart to beat
the pitter patter of his slippered feet,
my babies joy to dry this weep.
Lost, following darkness at an exaggerated speed.
Feeling helpless with an ever growing need.
Trying to catch your breath with a tremendous scare.
Its there, all you have to do is inhale the air.
Panic is an unwelcome, yet familiar friend.
Dear God, tell me this isn't the end.
He isn't even six weeks old and here he lays.
Death banging at the door, chased away by she who prays.
Thank you for competent nurses who love their job.
Thank you for that stranger to hug you while you violently sob.
I love you more every day that I see my son's bright smile.
You really never left me, you were there all the while.
I owe you my son's life and that broken piece of my heart.
Thank you for not taking him away and ripping me apart.
Dedicated to God......
Wake up from your sleep
Its about time we reap
The happiness of the moment
Going on and on like a current
Lets go out in the sun
Its time we take a run
The rain will soon drizzle
Everything will soon frizzle
Today its so bright
Hold my hand tight
Imagine we can fly
Up and Up so high
As the clock ticks ten
Lets go into the den
I know as time slides
The pain will subside!
The greatest life wonderment
As far as I'm concerned is “Motherment.”
No, don't go check the dictionary
You won't find it, it's my vocabulary.
There's nothing more beautiful in this world
Than being a mother.
Nothing that makes me know I'm God's daughter
Better than being a mother.
I am so blessed He gave me six beautiful children
Something I could not have done without their father.
Even though he is a complete jerk (smile)
Through him I became a mother.
And I love him for that amazing grace
Of anger and fear no longer a trace.
Being the mother of these beautiful children
Is the best accomplishment I could render.
Copyright © 09/30/11
You showed me you loved me, you showed me you cared,
Touching moments we both did share.
I really wanted you to be so strong,
I always hoped that you would do no wrong.
But then you glanced at me with that evil stare,
Lashing out at me without a care.
Like an executioner, you struck with all of your might,
Trying to expunge all of your failures in life.
I became a thing of ugliness and disgust in your view,
So the thick leather belt became your malevolent tool.
I longed to go back to those tender moments we shared,
But instead I hid in a corner, alone, ashamed and scared.
I now know I did not deserve such days of torment, such days of fear,
Things should have been different, our relationship more dear.
Today I am told I must forgive you, I must no longer fret,
So now I forgive you, but I can never forget.
Many nights you spent by my side
With care and love, endlessly, you provide
Many times you wiped away my tears
Eminent is your strength throughout the years
When I lose my balance, my hand you hold
When I’m lost in the dark, you’re the light I behold
When I’m confused along the road
You help me find the way before I explode
You showed me what’s right & wrong, when I thought it’s all the same
At the right moment, your hugs and Kisses to me they came
You even called to check on me when I needed your voice
As if you felt, I wasn’t ok; your soothing words help me rejoice
Your love and wisdom add a value to my life
Your prayers are my shield throughout any strife
I can go on forever but I will seal it with a kiss
I love you forever my mom, my bliss
MEMORIES OF MOM
The years have passed but memories stay.
My memories of you will never go away.
I'll never forget your dark brown hair.
In cascade curls and a french rolled flair.
Wearing black slacks and a man's white shirt.
Never wore a dress or even a skirt.
She was a good mom and a terrific cook.
Before bedtime she'd read from the good book.
We never had much but mom done her best.
She was never lonely and never had a empty nest.
Our mom loved her children with all she had.
She taught us well cause she was our mom and dad.
Her children love and miss her with all their hearts.
We'll hold our memories from the end to the start.
Teresa Skyles 08-Aug-11
Nightmares that come are so bad I'm afraid to sleep
Exhaustion enters making sleep needs reach their peak
A little light sleep to settle down falling falling deeply sound
The horror no no go away nightmares please dissipate
Same dreams every night since my darling baby cried
She nursed, very well fed in the morning she died
Nightmares night afer night awaking my baby I dread
Being rocked, rocked, rocked, looking down my baby's dead
(My adoptive mother lost a child, a little girl at age nine months old. Back then people used
home remedies very seldom saw a doctor. The child had been sick with a cold, mother fed
her and the next morning she was dead. The doctor who examined the corpse said that
she had had pneumonia and choked to dead on the mucous.)
When I was growing up, TV was all the rage
You'd read the weekly guide from page to page.
One of the shows that was never to be missed
"The Honeymooners", where Alice always ended up being kissed.
"Bang, Zoom, to the Moon Alice", Ralph would say
Then realizing what a jerk he was, he would always have to pay.
I remembered that line because I had a sibling - female
One girl amongst five boys made her all too often wail.
Being closest to me in terms of age
She always wanted to tag along, which put me in a rage.
My mother used to say to me more times than less
"You have to treat your sister like a little Princess".
Remembering all the times she made me mad
I got an inspiration that I thought wasn't bad.
One day my sister, whom I love so dear
Went crying to my mother...with "Crocodile tears".
So I was prepared for that eventful tryst
Like Ralph...shaking my hand and raising my fist.
And when my mom would her favorite line festoon,
I answered back...
"One day Mom, that little Princess is gonna be the Queen of the Moon!"
Introduction: It’s a piece dedicated to the lullaby of a different kind. It’s something which has happened to many out there, but the experience is distinctively significant…
A priceless surprise, silenced all in its tune
By a soft heavenly cry, from the delivery room
Only a few hours was the night; so young
Where for the first time, she opened her eyes,
While by her side her dearly loved one
For the last time, closed her teary eyes
Father held her near and resounded to her cry;
But all mother could share was, this lullaby –
The long last beep from the ECG
Echoed her heartbeat…The last goodbye
Happiness and sadness broke through the night
With streams of tears for mother’s plight;
She never had the chance to hold her close
But left precious prayers that never left her side
As she came down to their hearts
Her soul flew up high apart,
The transfer of two lives through one,
Their journey was complete and done
Caught within that reverie
He conveyed the Azaan through her ears,
In the wake of such irony
He fell down to prostrate in tears
When all hopes seemed to end, father’s prayer did transcend
O’ Almighty became her closest friend and had for her a Grande plan,
Under HIS mercy and HIS guide, she flourished through the darkest nights
To a new beginning – she set off to write.
If love is a hunger.Then my heart is
empty.The pains run deeper then
the pacific ocean floor.So many
lovers my heart feels like a revolving
door.I ask my mother to feed me
cause i hunger for her love .She
gave me the left over scraps from
my sisters and brother.barely
enough to stop the pain.I ask my
father to feed me and he only feeds
my mother ,and when he
remembers that I have no love he
says hes fresh out.I asked my
husband to feed me .But he cant
even make food.He gives me a
dinner mint of lust .It disappears as
soon as it touches my
lips.Countless lovers taking from an
already starved heart. The inner
parts of my heart consumed by the
love given but never received.My
heart is just and empty hollow lining
.So empty the hunger pains can
never be felt again.
Before my mother.
Plays with water gun,
Before the plants suffer.
Start worshiping God,
Without thinking anything odd.
Then sit in the sunshine,
With her friends for sometime.
Having breakfast having lunch,
And give us a milk punch.
Then sleep for few hours,
And worshiping God again with flowers.
And watches T.V till dinner,
With my mother and sister.
And sleep at nine,
By thinking the time is fine,
At the age of Eighty Nine.
A diamond ring, a smile, a house, a car, a love song, or a best friend.
A mink coat, an enormous bank account, what's it all worth in the end?
Wedding vows that meant more to you than they ever meant to him,
All I ever wanted was a normal life and a white house with painted trim.
Diamonds and gold, what is it worth to HEAR him say "I love you"?
Or would you rather SEE what it it that he'll really do?
What is something worth to you, do you value materialistic things?
Or are you like me, and want what is free in life, and all the happiness it brings?
To me, I value a smile and a laugh from either, or both of my boys.
Rather than a man that can buy me expensive jewelry, I'd rather have the simple joys.
It's the saddest story you will ever hear
Tragedies, can't even come near
It's about a lonely woman with no child
She wanted one to make her life go wild
A young lively kid who brings trouble
Average would be fine, even double
She wants to bear a child so badly
Never ever will she have one, sadly
All the kids and parents have such joy
Their bonds are always ready to employ
She cares for all kids, like a mother
As if they were her own, not another
But she never felt the parenting bond
Of that, she's not quite fond
Blames herself for all the mistakes
Never knew life will sour her cakes
She goes mad day after day
When will her kid ever come to play?
Will she ever break out of this sorrow?
Will there be a brighter tomorrow?
Waiting for her eternal dream
A ray of hope to fall, a beam
Some miracle to coincide
So she is no longer, the mother with no child
I will never forget that cold day in November.
It will be a day I will forever remember.
Anxiously sitting in the courtroom,
Praying that this day does not end in doom.
All the testifying that day is said and done.
I am nervously awaiting my fate and that of my sons.
The judge is gone but only an hour,
The expression she is wearing is quite dour.
She sits down at her bench and gives her verdict to me.
They are going to take my sons, the three.
She says I am not a good mother,
She says her choice was no other.
I sit there in disbelief and stun,
I cannot believe they are taking my sons!
She won't let me say goodbye,
I am not given the chance to try!
I sit there in that vile room and cry,
Please wake me from this dream and tell me it is a lie.
Unfortunately it is no dream and I lose my breath,
This is hell for me, without the death.
I try to make sense of this some,
But I cannot, I am way too numb!
Life without my babies, this cannot be,
Please someone just answer me!
What I have ever done,
To make me lose my sons?
I thought I was doing right,
By asking for help that night.
God, If only a warning had been given,
I would not have made that decision!
You would think the pain would go away,
It does not, it is still with me today.
Copper pennies she would save throughout her younger years,
to indulge in penny poker with her husband and her friends.
She’d tuck away her winnings in her special penny tin,
hoping each and every week that she would win again.
But alas her nights of poker would come crashing to an end,
with her husband’s passing followed by the death of poker friends.
She kept her tin of pennies for the memories they possessed,
their significance in her life was more extraordinary in her death.
For when she passed the hurt was so intense I could not bear,
for her gift of life to me was gone, my soul was in despair.
Then suddenly without warning pennies started to appear,
strategically left in places to remind me that she’s here.
The places I have found them are remarkable I attest,
like atop of my salt shaker, for to her salt was the best.
I found one on my keyboard as she knows the time I spend,
working diligently on a computer from morning till day’s end.
Of all the twelve I’ve found so far, the most incredible I think,
is the one left on my birthday in the center of my sink.
For each one I receive I thank my mom from deep inside,
For sending pennies from heaven makes my aching hurt subside.
This story is quite sincere, so I felt it must be told,
As all my pennies from heaven are as precious as pure gold.
Why Dogs Bark
Dora and Gora the twin stood shoulder to shoulder
Gave blood and sweat for each other .
They worshiped mostly God, their father and mother,
Bought an acre of land, and ploughed crops to bear .
They became richer as poor parents grew older ,
Soon got married, brought home new treasure,
Found no time, they ran after money and butter;
Enough money why not two mansions for better.
Named Dora and Gora, parents pushed to corner .
The old hearts shed tear to grow poorer than older
Two sons claimed to serve them better than better
The feud separated the love, grew fiercer and faster.
To take guard of mansions duo, father and mother
Got separated, forgot man and woman if one lover
Ribs broken to join two, broke like wooden batter
Dora fed father, Gora fed mother to make them thinner.
Fence divides brothers, fence makes good neighbor,
Between fence Dora and Gora lived like neighbor;
Treasure neighbor’s envy, women’s pride ever
Leaves, branches and air denied cross the fence higher
The ribs creaked, tears hardened like soil in summer
Cry of the poor was heard no more, died out the lover
Fence killed brother, fence made neighbor;
Bought only enemies to save the fence for ever.
Fought to divide and own the fence thick layer,
How can a fence belong to two, a clash turned fiercer,
Two brothers cut each other’s head in fury and anger
Devoted wives prayed God and fasted without water.
God was pleased to grant bliss as supreme savior,
Said ,’Done’ but done with human life for ever;
Loved to grant them a new name ‘Dog‘ very clever,
Dear to ladies, with a bend end to bark at his brother.
With crimson stain on her hands
Kneeling was her glorious stand
Holy Mother cried for her son
Wondering what they had done
Bellowing clouds changing color
Approaching the appointed hour
What stone could seal our faith?
His powers unlocked the gate
Glorious ascension and praise
His forgiveness shines with rays
With crimson stain on her hands
Kneeling was her glorious stand
© Joseph, 5/16/08
© All Rights Reserved
Third Place Winner
Poieta Couplet Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
June 6, 2008
The Tricolour flutters pompously...
Hiding the truth which we cannot see....
The blood sacrificed in its service....
The eyes that were shut before the final wish....!
Each iota of air that we breathe...
Is their gift that we blindly receive....
The flowers that pour from the flag so lavishly....
Hold their tears and years many....!
Freedom was never a possession we had....
Until they toiled and died a death so sad...
Civilized class that we are today....
We don't have a minute of attention anyway
To stand and revere the national anthem...
But those heroes gave their lives in martyrdom....
Bartering their lives for our freedom....!!!
Being a mother was just not for me.
It was never a plan in my life of folly.
Plus, I didn't like my Mother at all.
She hurt me with words and made me feel small.
Being a Mother - meant yelling - and screaming!
For the poor child it meant constant redeeming.
That was the case in my household of bliss.
Tough love doesn't work when it's love that you miss.
Being a Mother, you know how babies are made.
My protection deceived me- when I got laid.
Oops, I was pregnant; Pro-life showed it's face.
I did the deed - and I rest my case.
Now he is six and sometimes it's so trying.
If I said it was easy for me - I'd be lying.
Yet, to my surprise; I have done better than her.
Using positive means, and not words of failure.
Being a Mother is easy to do.
Being a Mom; is the most treasured virtue.
The history of Utkal is enchanting...
That made Asoka peace~loving;
That took Kharvela to the peak of fame...
& disseminated to every corner Mahanadi's name...
& then the pages of history says...
The role of the fighters of those bygone days...
Who confronted against the bullying British...
& unshackled the land from things amiss...!
The honeyed words that flew from the pen...
Of the blessed forefathers with creative Ken...
The beauty is such that the heart is mesmerized...
& ecstatic with awe n pride...
Long live the land of beauty endless...
Love live the stories of unmatched prowess !
Long live the saga of unforgettable things...
Under Lord Jagannath's divine blessings !
Cradle the child and hold them tight
Let the future be a bright light
All the entities I will keep you from
All the dangers and all the harm
I hope as you get older that you will see why
Trust in me that the words a parent says to their kids are not a lie
Ghazal : Now she’s left and gone to be herself again
Now she’s left and gone away, my clothes hang dry
On the line for all to see – what a crying shame !
The lone cuckoo calls out in a haunting tone
Who hears him down here but on wing – what a shame !
Pigeons and crows balance on the clothes-line
And their droppings stain the sheets – Oh open shame !
She’s gone with shrieks from the magpies that dark day
And left me with her first born – Block my shame !
Baby cries for all to hear recall her voice
Where will it hide its face - Oh growing shame !
The musang miaows its woes in the jackfruit tree
Now that the wild she-cat roams in wayward shame
Baby gapes out the window and wonders why
If earth and sky witness bear – painful shame !
Would that the mother hear the cuckoo call
And lift her head to listen to quell my shame
The jackfruit’s ripe and sags at the tree trunk
A moaning woman at child birth - no shame
The puffed monsoon pulls its South-West skirts up
And floods the rice fields with tears, bitter shame !
Hamadryad’s hypnotic eyes turn ire red
Fate keeps the mongoose from common death – O Shame !
Still the baby’s cries in my ears call to you
What will I tell her later – wipe out shame ?
My own shame mixed with no name to call my own
No Elephant God of Wisdom can blot out shame !
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
I never should of left to play
That night I left and ran away
It seems I've wandered off to far
They search for me...a missing star
Through woods I walk with wounded knee
And saw my father by a tree
I could not hold my crying tears
I hadn't saw my Pa in years
His face was bloody from the war
And hands were colder than before
He asked me if mother was home
Somehow appeared a telephone
And I would call her every night
As people passed me towards the light
Maybe I am lost in a dream
For why else would my mother scream?
Iv'e loved you from the moment I was placed in your arms
And since that very moment you've shielded me from harm
You're the one that Iv'e looked up to
The one that I truly adore,
You have made me realise that that's what mum's are for
I love you now and always,
Forever and a day
Just be you forever and never go away.
I have this desire
To write and inspire.
But would the world open its ears and listen
When most of my life has already been written?
What about my life could possibly be said
To make it worthy of being read?
Sexually abused by a family friend,
These were dark times that seemed to have no end.
Raped and verbally abused,
This was a life I didn’t choose.
As a third grader I was obsessed with my mortality.
My mother had a severe hoarding tendency.
My father was physically there, but emotionally absent.
I possessed a strong fear of peer judgment.
Drugs and alcohol littered my street.
Strangers became the only people I’d meet.
I saw men bleed until their last breath.
I’ve felt the sting of a premature death.
I saw evil on a daily basis.
I became just a number in a social worker’s cases.
I feared I’d be called a liar.
It was a constant battle to keep my head held higher.
The stories of my life could fill a book,
But would anyone bother to take a look?
Dearest, sweetest, Genovive, I pray that you will see,
The beauty of earth's many wonders, I pray that you'll believe.
When you look upon the ripples of the pond's great mass,
I beg that you would see your beauty, free to fly at last.
Beauty lies within your soul, and it's not hard to see,
And when you gaze at your reflection, you're gazing back at me.
Because you will be of my flesh, and you'll be of my bone,
Just remember when you glare, you're not staring alone.
When you one day are blessed to us, when our family is built,
We'll keep you safe, we'll keep you warm, wrap you in finest silks.
And if you're wondering, Genovive, if you are truely loved,
Just look down at your sweet reflection, you'll always be enough.
By Chelsea Stufleben
You have been gone for sixteen years
During this time, I have cried many tears
I am thankful for the time we had together
But I believe I will miss you, Mama, forever
You’ll live on in the my heart lovingly
A mother can’t ever be replaced, you see
As I sit here reflecting on my memories
You are such a big part of all of these
Sitting there sewing on your machine
Creating a designer wardrobe for this teen
Growing a garden and putting up goods
In the winter months we’d appreciate the food
Cooking up a mess of conrbread and beans
The best desserts you have ever seen
Worshiping God with the church on Sunday
Talking things over with your good friend, May
God gave you children to nurture and love
God sent me even though you had enough
I believe that He saw the desire of your heart
For a daughter who would always be a part
Of your every dream and for life’s trials
Whether we shed tears or were all smiles
Together we learned to depend on each other
You and I were a matched pair, dear mother
God called you home much too soon
You left before the roses could bloom
The smell of honeysuckle lingers still
In my mind it always will
Love from your babygirl,
I know - I’m supposed to keep this secret
easy, by month one nothing’s visible yet
in month two damn sickness greets morn
and I’m wishing I’d never been born
by end of third deep serenity’s applied
and all appears to be settled inside
with the fourth my bump starts to show
and I wonder ... when will parents know
in the fifth my movements stop still
while the baby’s march up and down hill
come the sixth I rest both bodies a lot
and this secret’s become more of a plot
tell Mama - with her help I struggle from bed
for the joyous day that I am to be wed
in my seventh the secret’s quite clear
well, I'm married, so ignore “Dear oh dear”
greet the eighth with a football enhancing
boy or girl, baby’s into break dancing
meet the ninth with many a groan
when will this huge bubble be done ?
At start of tenth with a push, screams and shout
finally my best-kept and worst-kept secret is OUT
right now, I want all the wide world to know
football’s burst, and it’s ON with life’s show
bubble, champagne and hubby all Pop
though whacked, where I’m in the world is on top !
Alan McAlpine Douglas
Mama said wipe your feet
I just mopped the floor
Mama said don't yell so loud
And don't slam the door
Mama said feed the dog
Then go set the table
Mama said you must cook
For I just wasn't able
Mama said a lot of things
Heaven knows it's true
But one thing Mama never said was
I love you
As I open my eyes the pain shoots through my head
I swear some times I think I would be better off dead
I love my wife, kids and friends, empty they would be
So I’ll remain that lonesome vessel sailing across the sea
They all know that I gave up, gave up all of my dreams
Those of all the power, glory and living blatantly obscene
I had power on the streets and power up in the pen
Know that I was once proud to be the very breath of sin
What is it like once we start trying so hard to change
Know that every facet of our life we must re-arrange
One day I started teaching about trying to reach our dreams
You see it is blind people that walk through Demons schemes
Demons schemes are hard to see, do you know the reason why
Just like in a storm the clouds will cover, all the blue up in the sky
Demons schemes are like a dream, offering all the pleasure we may feel
Some days for me to not fall back on them, takes every drop of my will
See every single day that I stay clean and stay true to myself
I gain just a little more insight as to what is truly wealth
Wealth is a frame of mind, offering freedom to our soul
I write my poems because I wish to simply reach that goal
And the one thing that I wish, the one thing that keeps me here
Is because I hope that just one soul won’t go, through all my tears
You see I have tasted emptiness that is as cold as cold as can be
I only hope that one of you will learn, Please don’t end up like me
Today is tomorrows past, so make it last, be all that you can be
Praise the Lord every second and say, I wish to live for thee
Storms will come and they will go nothing ever changes that
Trust in God and know in your heart, his love is where its at
He knows our prayers before there spoken as we kneel to pray
Bound to his will as well as time, if our prayers shall come to bay
I Praise him for the pain I’m in because I know he has a reason
And at the end of all the pain, will come a very beautiful season
Yesterday I overdosed so I figured I should add that information in
To be a true example of right we must include even the accidental sin
I could not believe the words I heard as they said you’ve overdosed
Though the taste of death in my mouth was as familiar as buttered toast
See I have tasted death so many times that it is like a long lost friend
My life is still the same only difference is, the truth I will not bend
This story is the truth and goes with my blog
I was a follower
Just trying to fit in
In this busy, busy empire
Then I met a person,
who believed she had it all
not in the bad way, as you would suppose
She gave me some advice,
Can you guess what it was?
Simple and plain,
Just powerful enough:
She said if you hold your head up high
But not so far
That your nose is in the sky...
If you're proud of what you acquire,
Your confidence shoots higher
If you speak up, voice your opinion,
Let people know that you’re not just another minion...
If you be who you want to,
And forget the people who say it’s not you...
And if you are kind to others,
Especially your mother
YOU are a leader.
You ARE a leader.
You are a LEADER.
If you stand up for the people that you may not even know
Tell that ignorant harasser just to get up and go
If you know where you should be,
There’s a whole lot you can see
If others think you're worth nothing,
Show them they’re wrong by saying
“You're wasting your time by trying to waste mine!”
And just walk away
Make sure to tell them
You’re a leader,
But what are they?
who loves ya baby
hmmm now let me see
I know my mommy did
even though her shoes I did hid
I think my daddy did
when I didn't make him snid
brothers and sisters well maybe just a little
when I didn't get in the middle
my grandpa and grandma surely does
for I'll do anything for them just because
I know my little girl loves her momma
even better than president Obama
my dogs and cats loves me
even if they continue to make me sneeze
even my close friends new and old still spark the love
for we will alway's go on and well above
paperboy surely does
cause I tip him for keeping my paper out of bushes and shrubs
milkman used to
when I didn't make him shu
bill collectors oh yes
for I'm their baby who they love the best
so who loves me
well lets just continue to see
Tribute To Love
Also Entry For
Who Love's Ya Baby Contest
I first noticed the smiling sparrows flying through my fingers
Slowly strolling upon the purple jasmine jungle pathway
Their laughter caused streaking fissures of yellow within my brain
Following them like brown serpents beneath the blue ocean waves
They lead me to a fairy circle and a naked woman
Within her hands, she held a golden chalice filled with red wine
I stood before her as the sparrows circled, opening my mouth
She poured the ancient liquid upon my parched silver tongue
Then she whispered a spell into my awaiting eager ear
Upon hearing her message, I went into a crimson dream
I climbed an amber leafy vine through the lofty milky sky
Looked down on a confused humanity peering up at me
Twas then I saw the secret through the rays of the burning sun
I descended to mother earth and the bed of the Goddess
I returned to my meager den and kneeled before the altar
Lighting candles of white and gold and incense of dragons blood
I thanked the mother for the lesson I had finally learned
We are all brothers and sisters of the one radiant light
© Copyrights G. Jones 2008
(Ultimate Express Mai).
Paperless here, ink invisible for "write"
Cyber space cannot reach.. far offsite..
Sadly missing you, things not same..
Taken from us.. whose to blame?
Such great tragedy, your untimely demise.
Leaving us grieving, with no reprise..
Lives damaged when your Spirit departed..
Hearts aching.. lost much when parted..
Lover of life.. Sweet natured Soul..
Nursing, tending.. You kept us whole..
Family oriented, guided us.. one minded..
Brother, Sister, and I .. siblings binded..
Still close because of values instilled..
Basically good, like you.. strong willed!
Always kind, ever thoughtful, very giving..
Even our biggest errors, graciously forgiving..
Beautiful, savvy~ Wise, funny and smart..
Too soon.. suddenly.. you did depart..
Cannnot send "e-mail", postcard or letter..
Taking it higher.. ultimately much better..
By Jesus messenger, Wings of Dove..
On Angel's Wings.. to Heaven Above..
Since normal means, esp wouldn't do..
Sending ~Prayers~ .. "Mama, We Love You"..
To the shadows of forgotten ghost
Let us all propose a toast
Wasting away their lives in the pen
I once shared in the banquet of sin
I often think of the people I know
Warriors who once shared my soul
Back to back we fought on the yard
Prison made us all cold and hard
I receive letters almost everyday
From damn good men who are wasting away
Asking favors to which I must comply
Taking flowers to mothers who break down and cry
I often taste my own broken heart
Consoling a mother who is falling apart
I have many mothers know it is true
But my own mother I never knew
Just try to inhale the pain of my plight
I have to deliver more flowers tonight
Dear Lord have mercy for heavens sake
I really don’t know how much more I can take
I feel pain few people ever know
As I let the tears soften my soul
Gaining strength from the good Lord up above
So I can offer another mother a moment of love
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
But before I do, please allow me to pray.
For just as the sky has one brightest star.
I’m forever in love with the person you are.
Your heart is compassion in its truest form.
Your lips are moist, tender and warm.
Your eyes are as deep as deep can go.
The kindest person I ever did know.
Your soul is one that shines so bright.
It gave me the desire to want to live right.
You’re a Grandmother, Mother, Wife and lover.
Who holds a grace and beauty like no other.
When my life was as dark as dark could be.
Your love led me to the Lord, which set me free.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
Sweetheart, that feat shall take the rest of my days.
Written for Tracy Decker’s “Inspired by the Masters” Poetry contest.
Elizabeth Browning’s, “How Do I Love Thee”
Loyal to her husband, church and kids
How can I start to explain all that she did?
I speak these words because they are true
Grandma never did less than she could possibly do
Just like our body is but a shell for our bones
A house is just a building it was grandma made it home
My life started with a terrible fate
Thanks to my grandmother my childhood was great
These days I can't help but look back through the years
As I do I can't help but shed an ocean of tears
Because all I was taught I cast aside
See addiction took me for a hell of a ride
But through all of the heartache and all of the tears
All of the miles and all of the years
I remember brushing her hair and rolling it into a bun
How she played the big bad wolf because I thought it was fun
Helping roll her quilts or thread her needle
Work her fingers to the bone until she was feeble
How she stood by me through thick or thin
As I disappointed her again and again
How she always bragged that I was so smart
And never let me doubt I was all of her heart
Through all of the bad and evil I've done
I remembered what she taught me and turned to Gods son
In prison I did the strangest thing one day
Through the love of my grandmother I knelt and I prayed
The things that she taught me have all turned out to be true
Jesus was born to forgive us for all that we do
I have no doubt up in heaven she is bragging on me
Saying, “Just look at the man my boy turned out to be”
Tearfilled eyes , I watch her , N happen to wonder...
Does she know that my thoughts go with her, yonder ?
That, in my every smile, my every bliss,
Its HER that I desperately miss ?
That every time SHE kisses me Adieu
My heart, it screams inside " No ! I'll always want u ! " ?
That evry sec, each passing day,
I go desperate wishin she'd come this way ?
That evry time she comes to see me off
Its tears that I lock back within my laugh ?
That evry sweet smile of her's, dunno why
Drives me to despair, to heave, to sigh ?
That evry time, my love, I try to declare..
Words can just NEVER get me there ?
That she's my strength, n she's my fire
Life without her'd have gone haywire ?
That she's the one who keeps me sane
When life withers me out, she's my rain ?
That no matter what I'm, no matter where I go,
I do reap, but that which she did sow ?
That deep within, with love much untold
Its HER, whom, closer than heartbeats I do hold ?
That come wild weather, or the torrentous tide
The Zenith is mine, when she's beside ?
That lost though I may be, in worldly glory
Its SHE who writes, n directs my story ?
That should the whole World stand by, n prant n sneer,
I can still close my eyes, n walk her way sans fear ?
SHE WHO WAS MINE, N EVER SHALL BE...
MOTHER , O MOTHER, ALL GLORY TO THEE !
A Child Blossomed
I saw in your face a valley of love
Spreading as spiderwort smiling above.
I felt your devotion and saw your grace.
Oh, calming influence amid life’s place.
When sadness came near you wiped away tears.
Freely helping throughout many long years.
The strength of your memory in my heart,
Grants me the courage for each day’s new start.
A child in your hands blossomed in these lands.
Where the mountain slopes meet the oceans sands.
Wherever I go, I know you are near.
Watching from heaven, grandmother dear.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
January 25, 2010
Poetic form: Couplets
The sound of your voice, the feel of your touch
Since day one on Earth, She’s loved you so much.
As a baby she would cry… And I’d cry too,
Who did I call? No one but you.
You were always there to help me out,
And to show me what being a Mommy was all about.
When in your arms she was always content,
It was at that point I knew that Nana’s were God sent!
As I’ve learned to be a Mom, you’ve walked by my side
Helping me, teaching me, glowing with pride.
I’ll never forget Kaelynn’s first day of school,
We helped her get ready, trying to play it cool.
She walked out the door, she was ready to go
And how my heart felt, only You could know.
“You told me to smile, stop all that crying…
There’s really no point in all that sighing.”
“Today will probably be the first of many,
Days of heartbreak, you’ll have plenty.”
It was you that taught me, that it could be tuff…
It’s not always easy, and it could get rough.
But as long as you’re here, we’ll have each other.
I’ll always know the true love of a mother.
Happy Mother's Day to the most wonderful and deserving Mom I know.
A million memories fall like crystal raindrops on a summer day
as I make my way along the winding road above the Fundy Bay,
where you wait for me beyond the gate where wild flowers grow.
In an open field as old as time where gentle ocean breezes blow,
once again I am a child resting in the arms of your sweet embrace.
As you erase my tears with your gentle loving kisses on my face,
and the torment and the anguish that have troubled me so long
are finally put to rest in this rightful place that knows no wrong.
For it is now with 3 score beneath my wayward feet I come to realize
that all the roads I travel still lead me to this place my heart resides;
and as I lay the lilacs that you loved while on earth upon your grave,
I bow before you now and thank you for the everlasting love you gave.
In Loving memory of my precious Grandmother ‘Cecelia Evans’
“Never once doubt that my love will survive,
Blessing you always while you are alive.
When our hearts beat no more, love we will share.
All of eternity love will be there.”
So you would say to me, but you were wrong:
Love’s but a blossom frail or a brief song,
Withered the petals, the music off-key.
Sometimes I think that you never loved me!
Far from eternal, as poets have said,
Love disappears long before we are dead.
Pain rules your body now, anguish my brain.
I’ve loved you all my life. Was it in vain?
“Can your love help me now? Can your love cure?
Can it relieve the pain I must endure?
I’m in a prison; old age is my crime;
And, though I long for peace, death takes its time.
Yes, I remember that flowery speech
Made when recovery seemed within reach.
Hope now has dimmed for me; faith too is far.
Sometimes I doubt that God knows where we are!
“Still I do love you, child, and I do bless,
Even without a smile or a caress!
This final illness I’ve no control of --
It will be over soon -- never my love.”
A mother’s love is a rare and special thing,
It’s like being carried on an eternal wing.
As you listen to the sound of her precious voice,
When she gives you life, it’s the right choice!
The moment the doctor laid you in her arms,
You feel safe and especially warm.
Once you look up to see your mother’s face,
Her heart is over joy and begins to race.
A mother’s love should never be taken lightly,
She makes you feel secure and holds on tightly.
As she watches you begin to grow,
She wants to teach you everything she knows.
She tries to instill the morals and value of life,
so that you may make somebody a good husband or a good wife.
She listens to everything you have to say,
She will make time for you no matter what comes her way.
Sometimes she faces struggles as hard as they seem,
She wants you to live up to your potential and pursue your every dream.
She can see so much inside of you until you don’t understand,
Don’t worry she won’t mislead you; just hold on to her hand.
A mother’s love goes beyond the duty and beck of a call,
She wants to guarantee and hope that you will never fall.
Every time you get hurt she wants to wipe away your tears,
With her guidance and strength, you can face your fears.
Don’t take advantage of your mother’s love,
You can slip it on your hand, like a perfect glove.
I would like to dedicate this poem to all the mothers that are still here,
Just to look at my mother one more time, it will definitely bring on tears.
My mother died at the young age of forty-two,
It was something hard for me, my brothers, and sisters to go through.
Even though my mother is not here, she’s still in my heart,
I thank God for giving me a brand-new start!
I’m going to cherish every moment me and my mother had,
The beautiful smile on her face made me feel glad.
So each time I see a pure white and innocent dove,
It makes me think of a mother’s L-O-V-E
My mother’s been gone forty years or so.
My oldest son was born thirty years ago.
They’ll sight each other somewhere - not here -
And to one another they will draw near
And with just a glance it will appear clear
That both to me have been dear.
When I look at my son I see my mother :
And , yes, they would know one another,
Though she went before he came.
I picture their eyes - they are the same
Send me an Angel for me to hold,
One with wings and a halo of gold.
Send me that precious gift I long for,
A smile so sweet and eyes to adore.
Send him here for me to cherish,
Make him kind, loyal and garish.
Send him here with love and grace,
A child whose unique style I'll embrace.
Send me the patience to be a mother,
Hoping he'll love us and his brother.
Not a typical family is what we are,
But we could be much worse by far.
Jordon is the answer to my prayers,
A big brother, for Chris, who truly cares.
Love is what we have to give,
Without my son I could not live.
Thank you God, you've done what I asked.
As a good mother, please tell me did I pass?
It's this feeling I carry in the back of my soul
always feeling it there though I don't often show
that your voice is my voice and I long for your eyes
to light up, set to twinkle, unburden my skies
I miss you as someone to never be missed
I miss you like words on unlistable lists
Too grand to call mountains, too young too call old
I miss you like summer to winter's unfold
It's this feeling I carry, kaleidoscope see
I carry you with me. Do you carry me?
Through eyes with no twinkle and tongues with no words
do you hear me still? or has silence occurred?
I know you as someone I'll just always know
I know you regardless of words spoken, so
in this sad revelation I offer you still
that I feel you now with me and I always will.
She was a bundle of fear walking down the street
With the memory of yesterday sill fresh in her feet
She remembers her Mother begging her one day
Sweetheart, Please don't let the life carry you away
The whole world awaited so she took a chance
Lost so deeply in the fire of his cold romance
Tonight you'll find her back out on the street
Somebody's daughter is now somebody's meat
Turning tricks for a fix a simple solution
Filling her soul up with pollution
Sometimes in the life miracles are found
As somebody's daughter walks through the town
After walking all night she was tired and sore
As somebody's daughter knocks on the door
Her dad opens the door with the biggest of grins
Wraps her up in his arms and welcomes her in
He promised her later they would talk for awhile
As he tucks her to bed with a big smile
He looked at his baby with a tear in his eye
Went back to his room and proceeded to get high
See for her daddies habit she had to hoe
Thats what addiction does to the soul
Next day she found him dead in his room
Right there beside him, his needle and spoon
Her mother took her home the very next day
No more of her soul will she have to pay
Trading death for freedom a simple solution
As hell gets offered a little more pollution
© 2007 Michael Jordan
All Rights Reserved
It is yet another holiday without my kids,
And once again I feel the urge to keep the pain hid.
No one knows how truly alone I feel.
They just tell me in time I will heal.
How can I get over this though?
This is the most excruciating pain I know!
It is not physical but a pain of the heart.
It is unfair to keep mother and child apart.
There are days that my emotions are so raw,
I just want someone or something to cleave and claw.
This is pure agony at its best.
I no longer have a heart in my chest.
Maybe oh maybe this is a dream.
No it is not and yet I cannot scream.
The choice for them to leave was not mine to say,
The wonderful state decided it was my price to pay.
So once again I mourn my loss and cry,
For my asking for help came at a cost way too high.
I sit here in no one way or other,
And ask myself " What am I if I can't be a Mother?"
With patience she has bought me up,
So much love it keeps overflowing the cup.
She comforts me when I am in pain,
Or else a long time ago i would have gone insane.
I get scolded when she is right,
But so rarely has she abused her might.
I love you mom beyond compare,
If ever you need me I will be there.
God is here in a disguise for me,
The faster I realise the better things shall be.
I hate leaving you in that god awful place.
It breaks my heart, that sad expression upon your face.
A visit of only once a month is not enough
I never want to leave it is so tough.
I hope you know this was never my choice,
For my opinion was never allowed a voice.
Four years of us being apart.
It constantly breaks my heart.
You are my son and I love you dearly.
If I had known, another choice I would have made, clearly.
Forgive me my son,
For I know the battle was not won.
But one day soon you will be free.
One day soon you will be back with me.
Down at the other end of her life
she was a wonderful mother and wife
cooking and sewing and loving the guy,
who saved her from sorrow and gave her the sky.
then dark radiation came in through the phone,
unknowing one night ,it had found her alone,
transforming her wholely in body and mind
leaving the housewife and mother behind.
she rolled up her children in packets of two
and set off on Sunday to see Timbuktu.
she left him a note on the fridge and the door,
saying I love you but not like before
I'm green and I'm purple and all over red,
if I stay here forever I'll surely be dead,
the night train is waiting,I'm braiding my hair,
I'll be come a native before I get there.
there's something exotic alive in my blood,
rolling and flowing a bright mental flood
he stood at the window,he stood at the door,
he tried to imagine her face as before
he knew when he found her she wasn't his own,
he tried to surround her and keep her alone,
but the wings on her back kept evolving each night,
just a matter of time till he knew she'd take flight,
still ,all the children were half him as well,
flying somewhere between heaven and hell.
I am still his mother
My word should matter beyond all other.
If I say no
Then nothing else shall go.
When I tell him yes
Please do not second guess.
I know he is almost eighteen
And pretty soon it won't matter what I mean.
Right now he still lives at home
Soon he will be on his own.
When the time comes for him to go
I will let him, this I know.
At this time he is my only child with me,
My requests, I think, are not that unreasonable, gee.
Once he is on his own away from me,
I promise, I will let him be.
What else is there to say, other
Than that I am still his mother.
Last night a sad dream I had,
This one, for me was quite bad.
I was at work and my baby I did see,
He knew right away it was me.
He broke away from this person other.
The new one he was to call mother.
Into my arms, my child flew,
There was no other joy to compare to!
My youngest son, my baby boy,
Oh the feeling of utter joy!
He says" I want to come home Mommy".
Oh Lord the pain hits like me a tsunami!
I awoke with a start!
Breaking was my heart...
Tears streaming upon my face,
The pain just won't erase.
For me the pain is with me every day.
It will never ever end I dare say!
Swimming in the sea of life inside his mother’s womb
Sucking thumb in silence in this thermal sheet cocoon
Not overwhelmed or drowning in his comfort state of sleuth
Inside her growing, searching end, fertile fountain of youth
Naturally, no pressure as she shields his love with care
Floating in emotion, his the answer to her prayers
Pouring on the splashing, sharing breathes of life with glory
Tears well hidden, thankful for the sound of bedtime stories
Rubbing on her tummy means acknowledgement from her
Stroking hairs on gentle head, happy smiles concur
Following the path of grace, majestically they grow
Beauty strokes their faces then emits the brightest glow
Purposefully driven, instinctive nurtured root
The little life inside her sees the prints then follows suit
And when her beating heart impulses his to do the same
With mine, our love triangle puts the lonely ones to shame
Blue eyes opened,Mother said,
get your big feet off my bed!
Go sit in that rocking chair
Get a brush and comb my hair.
Mother may I stay with you?
Don't ask like you always do!
You know Santa Claus can hear
he won't come for you this year
Santa sat beside the bed
smiled at her and shook his head
The King of Sweden lives here too,
there's just some other place for you.
The nurse dressed up like
came along and took her hand
Come on Alice,the party's done
Halloween was so much fun
but the Hatter's Mad at me enough
without you getting into stuff
take this pill that makes you small
I'll let you sit out in the hall
then Mother Goose can have the time
to make you up another rhyme.
Because of you my life was given to me,
Becuase of you my life is what it was made to be.
Because of you I felt abandoned and thrown away,
Because of you I never thought we would stay.
Because of you I can't trust anyone but me,
Because of you many horrible sights I was forced to see.
Because of you I was abused in more ways then one,
Because of you my childhood was filled with horror instead of fun.
Because of you I learned that drugs were the thing to try,
Because of you look at me I can't stop and you keep asking me why?
Because of you I learned how not to be a dad,
Because of you I'll give my kids everything i never had.
Because of you i hate me,
Becuase of you I can't break free.
Because of you I learned how to be tough and never get hurt,
Because of you no one can ever make me feel like dirt.
Somedays I wear you in an opal ring
with gold and with fire devoid of it's sting.
Somedays I tuck you in pockets of wool
reminding me privately I'm but a girl.
Somedays I show everybody your smile
gregarious nature, impeccable style
Somedays I hide in a nocturne and sleep
(Those are the days when I can't help but weep)
Somedays the moment you left is quite clear
you without memory though physically near
Somedays that moment is blurred and erased
leaving me silent, dumb struck, and in haste
Somedays I miss you like half of me's left
I'm stuck with the other half, beauty bereft
and somedays I know that you still are my voice,
the whisper of conscience I chose as my choice.
Woman is a precious pearl
For you to shine, don’t hurl
Woman should be loved
Never hit her with a club
Woman should be kissed
Not by your mighty fists
Woman is created, for us
So, love her till you pass
Woman will always be there
When ever you need her care
Woman is your loving mate
Even if you come home late
Woman is your everlasting soul
From you, God created her soul
When very young, no more than a lad,
mom spanked my hand when I was bad.
Tommy don't meddle, son don't do that,
then on my bottom was placed a love spat.
I could not climb to reach things high,
from where I stood they touched the sky.
I dared never venture to play with fire,
for this would surely bring mother's ire.
Boys don't fuss, boys please don't fight,
you've both been taught this isn't right.
Don't play on the couch, get off the bed,
when we persisted our fannies became red.
As older I grew along came the switch,
this tool of the devil could make me twitch.
Upon my legs red whelps were bared,
to a headstrong boy from a mom who cared.
A mother who at times slept on the floor,
who worried and waited to open the door.
A mother who always gave us what she had,
one who influenced my life when I was a lad.
On this mothers day although she's not here,
in these simple lines I still feel that she's near.
At eighty hard years her life's work was done,
now at ease with Jesus, her victory's been won.