on this special day
I doest say
that thy mother is of graceful sort
it hath been said she is devine
and I do holdeth this to be true
now dearest mother may I be so bold
to tell you the sun still shinest on one so old
as true as this be
you still grasp your faith
like the roots of a tree
tis said you are wise
and this I have found true
the eye doeth grow deceived when it is drawn upon you
as your thoughts become known
only then your age is shown
N ever a harsh word spoken
I love you mom he says every day
C aring and considerate
H appy and carefree
O n the ball about his chores
L ooking for food in the cupboard doors
A lways eating me out of house and home
S haring time with mom before he leaves home
(Dedicated to Folake)
Your eyes, woman
are like twilight rainbow
amorously bearing aloft passions of mine
toward androcytic ecstacy.
They tell of endless lights.
Night skies clarion the warmth of you
keep me balled-up till
i am tilted to your adorned essence.
May I call up words to adore you,
agglomerate them into a panoply of worshippers
unsandalled before you
like Moses at the burning bush.
And now you seem to fall asleep
but you tell me it's the heavy night
bidding toward a sunny dawn
wherein our love is lighted.
Slowly I let you fall asleep
impatient with the long night
waiting to gaze once more
into the eyes of my lovely love.
Then a lip is placed on yours
and you rouse up wide-eyed
smiling at my romantic move.
We enjoyed the night, cruising on.
When I was only five
Heard mommy always's say
Angel keep being naughty and you won't make it to
Entry for Adam Hapworth's
Captcha Acrostic Contest
M is for the many things she does for you.
O is for offering a hug every time you needed it.
T is for the thanks she did not always receive.
H is for the help she was always there to give you.
E is for being the most excellent mom of all.
R is for raising you into the person you become.
A quick piece I just finished for Mom's everywhere on Mother's day.
M-Maker of our perfect home
O-Offering all till we were grown
T-Thoughts of us night and day
H-How you cared so many ways
E-Every touch helped us to see
R-Real love in a cherished family
*Happy Mother's Day to all of you incredible moms.
Your sacrificial love and tireless efforts on behalf of your families is just amazing.
I pray that today you are cherished and appreciated for all that you are,
and all that you mean to your families.
Date: Mother's Day
Turkey in the oven.
Hands on basting and rubbing.
All adults on deck for setting the table.
Not a seat empty for even a child so able.
Knocks on the door as family arrives.
So happy Mom's in the kitchen, now we'll survive.
Getting the TV all warmed up for a day of football.
In and out the kids run up and down the hall.
Velvet cake hides behind the fruit not seen.
In comes the family passing through the kitchen with gleam.
No samples tasted for Mom is the boss.
Getting ready for this meal still a salad to be tossed.
Day begins with smiles and joy.
All fall asleep for the deserts are my toy.
You have to love this day of thanks for Mom and Dad and every girl and boy.
Both Mom and Dad felt so very ill at ease.
Impotent when it came to discussing the birds and bees.
Reading up on how to handle a subject so delicate,
Determined to provide Johnny with knowledge accurate!
Sit down, there's something we need to discuss with you,
And it ain't your acne - it's a topic about which you have no clue.
Nothing will be held back - we're laying everything on the table.
Don't be shy about asking questions and join in if you're able.
Because this matter is so important we want you to be well versed.
Endure with us because we want you to hear it from us first.
Excuse me Mom and Dad, save your breath, 'cause you see,
Sex education was thoroughly discussed in school during my puberty!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Placed No. 10 in Carol Brown's "The Birds and Bees" Contest - September 2010
They both dreaded that day,
Explain to their only child about the
Birds and the bees
In stepped mom with the flowers
Ready to explain all about pollen and fertilization
Dad looked bewildered, rubbing the side of his head
Stating, “Did I forget your birthday”? While eyeing the flowers
Anxiously he said,
"No! Don’t tell me your are pregnant again, I
Doubt I can go
Through this again,"
Having to sit there and
Entertain herself the daughter decided to ease their pain…
Both looked traumatized when she
Eventually said, “I know all about being in love, all about sex, it’s part of our curriculum
Even the difference in male and female anatomy gets explained”
So mom if you are pregnant, I can tell the baby all about the birds and the bees one day!!"
Contest: The Birds and the Bees
So many times I counted on you
Times only you could help me through
Reasons unexplained; you gave no aid to me
Every single day now, you are failing.
No excuses, no lines, no reason is good enough.
Getting too worn? Is your life too tough?
Think, for a change, about the children you raise.
How can you help when your fires of failures blaze?
Stay down just once, perhaps it will help.
Utmost quit giving, impudent whelp.
Children need you not, despite what you think.
Children need you not to pull them from any brink.
Eloquence, that language you do not speak.
So unlike them and, to their ears, your tongue does reek.
So much so, they ought never your counsel seek.
Lowly you, it is best you disappear.
Out from us, we require you be away from here.
Voids in our hearts your absence will not give.
Indeed, the lack of your presence would help us to live!
Never to be remembered would your memory be.
Gladly forgotten by all, even, especially me.
And now that you’ve suffered, dear mother, through preceding stanzas three,
Do not forget that which you yourself know is most important to me.
Other than substance and body of poetry
Remember how much thought I put into titling.
Excepting this verse, the one after, and its next
Yonder title applies to the words of this text.
Of course I would not truly let it be
Under no circumstance to write of you disrespectfully.
Mother, my mother, to whom none can compare,
Outshine all you will in both present and future years.
Mother, my mother, a burden like yours, truly few can bear.
1Is the person my mom gave life to.
9Months waiting to see the light.
9Hours of pain.
4First kisses my mom gave me.
How many meals have we children eaten there?
Although possible to count, it’s vaporized in thin air.
Zilch is not the number and we don’t have a clue,
Eating was foremost but mom had other offerings too.
Longing as we do for her kitchen’s sights and sounds,
Scarcely any scraps ever left for neighboring hounds.
Kings’ never ate better and it’s very easy to see,
I just look in the mirror at the extra inches on me.
This little lady knew more than just how to cook.
Calmly speaking without hesitation or a second look,
“Heavenly Father, bless this food.” reverential in mood.
Each word gave us a lesson, in her non-musical etude.
Now mom cooks in heaven waiting for us to arrive.
Momma's stockings she made hanged on cherry wood
Attributing back to the days that she could
Nevertheless filled them with treats as she should
Tickled us with stories by the hearth Christmas eve
Enchanting us with smiles, playing traditional "Greensleeves"
Loveable mother I sit, looking at the mantel and grieve
My mom writes me
Which makes me happy
We live two hours away
But always have a lot to say
I see her now and then
And hate to see it come to a end
She's getting older
And more bolder
I miss her a lot
And she'll never be forgot
My mom is great
Which is not late
I love you mom
As each day is calm
She yells for her mother but her mother doesn't come running. She yells and
yells noticing her mothers not coming. She's now thinking that her mom is out
running the streets and she'll get tired and come back to eat. She sits in her
room in this small little section. She sees something move noticing its only her
reflection. She knows her mom will be walking through those doors real soon.
So she sits there and wait patiently in the living room. So walks in the kitchen to
get a bite to eat. She looks down and to find two black feet. She throws her hands
over her eyes and screamed. Praying and praying that what she saw was only a
dream. What she saw was no dream at all and at this moment only thing she
could feel was her heart fall. She dropped to her knees,hands now covered in
blood. The blood of mother is just what it was. She never knew of such a person
that would do this to her mother, because even though her mom wasn't always
there but she still loved her. Even though they struggled with a lot of pain and
sorrows they'd still have time to work it out and be okay tomorrow. She was a
mom that tried to stay strong for her kids and even through all those trails and
tribulations that is just what she did. All because her life wasn't perfect as a girl,
she was a mother that wanted her kids to be ready for the world. They have made
it through a lot, I mean her and her brother, but one women that tried to make it
work was her mother. Well the only last words she could say. Was that she loved
her mom very much and to wish her a very Happy Mothers Day!!!!!!!!!!!!!