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Details | Ballad | |

This Song is for my Mother

This song is for my mother
Let her hear me cry
I couldn’t bring myself to write it
‘Til this darkened day arrived
A song about old promises 
Made so long ago
Created and cremated
Ashes of the words I spoke

Long separated by the miles
Distanced from her golden smiles
Memory of a mother
Shared my dreams and really cared

Long separated by the miles
Distanced from her golden smiles
Mama…
I know I wasn’t there……

For you

Would have placed 
A magic carpet 
‘neath your weak and shaky legs

Would have raised
A strong west wind
Let you breathe with ease again

Would have bribed 
God’s venal angels
Come and soothe your endless pain

Would have vanquished
All the demons
And bring peace to you again

Be the child
I never knew
In a land
We won’t grow old

Be the light
I always loved
Warmed my dark 
And lonely soul

Be the girl
Playing games
In a world 
The sun won’t set

Be the laughter
Calms my heart
I never will forget
I won’t forget, won’t forget

This song is for my mother
Let her hear me cry
Couldn’t bring myself to write it
‘Til this darkened day arrived
Song about old promises 
Made so long ago
Created….cremated
Ashes of the words I spoke

I broke my promises, oh mama
Now you’ve gone away 
I’m broken
Drowning in the pain each day

I’m  drowning…drowning...drowning…drowning

This song is for my mother
Let her hear me…….


Copyright © Catman Cohen | Year Posted 2011

Details | Elegaic Lyric | |

AN ELEGY FOR A NEW BORN

In the world  of all comforts,
In the world of absolute care and affection,
In the world of motherhood.
Ten months I was basking, in my mother's womb.
Happiness running down my spine – I thanked God,
His blessing in disguise, rather he in disguise – My mother,
Who is she? How she will be? - I don't know,
Am I her replica? Am I her miniature?
I struggled day after day to open my eyes.
To look at her dazzling beauty and to admire her.
Her hands were made to carry me,
Her arms were made to hug me,
Her shoulders were made to bear me,
My mother, the only person on this whole earth to love me more than I do myself.
I longed to see her face,
Why this ten months vigil? Why not now? My heart bumped!
Days rolled and months passed.
I kicked my way.
A pat on my back,
I cried, it was tears of happiness.
Where is my mother?
Place me on her hands, let me sense her breath,
Let that be the first air I breathe.
With great joy oozing out I slowly opened my eyes.
To see her eyes which is longing to see my eyes.
Mom! With great excitement I gazed.
But it was the blue sky that welcomed me to this new world.
Where is my mother? Where is she? Is she not carrying me?
I searched for her.
Then where am I placed? I looked around.
The cradle squeaked.
Sudden fracas and turbulence hit my ears.
In a fraction of a second I was surrounded by people.
Nobody like me and nobody liked me.
I moved from one hand to another.
But I never smelt my mother.
My mom was missing.
Did she leave me?
I was in a fix.
Yes, she left me.
What made her to hate me even before I was born?
She left me alone in this callous world.
Abandoned me,
Branded me an orphan,
Made me languish in pain,
Agonize in vain,
My day turned dark and despondent,
My life turned bleak and impotent,  
But still my heart longed to see my mother.
I can never in my life hate her.
Because I was in her.   
My ire was directed only at God,
He wrote my fate,
He took my mom, what more can I ask,
Nothing can replace her in my life.
I said “My God my first and last wish,
Give every child the power to see even before they were born,
Children like me, who are so unfortunate
Can see their mother's face at least from their womb.

BY
MADHUPRIYA SHANMUGAM

Copyright © MADHUPRIYA SHANMUGAM | Year Posted 2016

Details | Lyric | |

All Mothers Must Sing - A Song for the Bulldog

It was not long ago
By the reck'ning of things
You were yet a wee one
Yet under our wing-
But now you have grown up
Like snow follows Spring -
Now you're a Mother,
And all Mothers must sing.

All Mothers must sing,
Though not always with voice;
'Tis a matter of Truth,
Not a question of Choice.
They sing with their hearts
And they sing with their souls
They sing while they're young,
And they sing when they're old.

     All Mothers, all Mothers, all Mothers
     Must sing,
     Some sing but a whisper,
     Some make the walls ring.
     They know that they hold 
     The most Precious of things;
     So all Mothers, all Mothers, all Mothers
     Must sing.

They sing with their smiles 
And their hearts and their sighs,
They sing us to bed 
And they sing as we rise;
They sing in response
To our smallest of cries
And all with the brilliance of love in their eyes.

So from now to the time
You are grey just like me
Darling, sing to your babes
As I sang to thee;
They shall grow to be kind,
To be honest and true;
They shall grow to be Wonderful,
Just like you.

     All Mothers must sing
     All Mothers must sing
     All Mothers, all Mothers, all Mothers 
     Must sing;
     Some sing but a whisper,
     Some make the walls ring;
     They know that they hold 
     The most Precious of things;
     So all Mothers, all Mothers, all Mothers 
     Must sing,,,,

Copyright © William Masonis | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme | |

A Rose with no Thorn

A Rose with No Thorn

In the Garden, the bouquet of life
There bloomed a rose whose beauty caught my eye
Incomparable is this rose’s design
Unlike the others, she is not the prickling kind

I know they say that every rose has its thorn
But here blooms the exception, of the spirit she is born
One of a kind, the rarest in form
For she is a rose with no thorn

Oh what a fragrance, so lovely and fair
A scent of sincerity sweeps through the air
A pristine beauty from the realms up above
For she is the flower primeval of love

And as I bask in her blossoms of compassion
I find I am fashioned by love that’s everlasting
And in my heart she’ll always be adorned
For she is a rose with no thorn

Though weeds, thorns and thistles have tried to choke her
The rain has wet her; the sun has even scorched her
But she’ll not wither, neither will she wilt
For she is rooted in the love that God has tilled

Amidst great turmoil, never to be foiled
Arrayed in glory that could never ever toil
One of a kind, yes the rarest in form
For she is a rose with no thorn



Copyright2008 by Kenneth J Thompson

Copyright © Kenneth J Thompson | Year Posted 2014

Details | Lyric | |

Ode to my mother

My beloved mother, this is my ode to you,
just simple words, a glimpse of my gratitude.
Death almost arrived, even before I was born,
I guess that's why you always held me so close.
I am sorry, if I cried to much and stole your sleep,
so much adversity, yet you sheltered me from harm.
As I grew, I know I caused you pain,
please forgive me for every tear that you shed.
Father was a coward, he walked away,
but still you kept strong and kept going all alone.
A single woman in a foreign land with four young children,
with no one to help or turn to, you never gave up.
Life was full of poverty, yet you never showed your pain,
now I know where I get my inner strength.
You made so many sacrifices to see me happy,
never asked for anything in return.
Even as an adult as I lay there knocking on heavens door,
it was you who gave me hope and stood by my side.
How blessed am I, to have an angel as a mother,
how blessed am I, to feel the paradise under your feet.
Only you have loved me unconditionally,
everything I am today, is a result of your love.
As days go by, you grow older and older,
sicker and sicker, yet still you don't ask for anything.
As I contemplate that one day it will all come to an end,
sadness become my best friend, without you all I see is darkness,
you are the sun that brightens my day, 
Without you there will only be rain.
Even as I write, tears bulge in my eyes,
never once did I cry in front of you,
But when you leave, who will wipe my tears away.
A mother is the most precious gift to a child,
as any orphan would testify...

Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2015

Details | Lyric | |

To My Angel Mother

I count my blessings everyday to have a mom like you.
You’ve always been there come what may, to lift my mood when blue.
You say that God sent me down as an angel just for you,
But really God let me choose, I swear to you that’s true.
I saw that we could always be there for one another,
And that’s why God sent me down I chose you for my mother.

I am the woman I am today because you raised me so,
You taught me well and helped me grow, and then you let me go.
You are my mother first of all, but now you’re my friend too.
I never strayed all that far, I like to stay close to you.

Our relationship is a special one I’m sure you would agree.
When I am needed I shall come, you can always count on me.
I know that you feel the same, I am always welcome home.
A warm embrace, a happy face no matter where I roam.

You mean so very much to me, you know that it is true.
I’d walk the very fires of hell, if that’s what I had to do,
To stay the ever loving daughter, and be best friends with you.

Copyright © Kirstie Fontes | Year Posted 2007

Details | Lyric | |

Forgive Me Ma

As I recall those lonely childhood days My heart weeps for myself drenched in tears How I yearned mama for a gentle hug from you A soft caress and a kiss to make me glow Engrossed as you were tending to my dear brother And here I deduced you never did bother The scars grew each year And estranged I felt from your care But now seeing you strain As you beckon me near My heart cries in earnest struggle And yearns to snuggle Forgive me ma for I have erred Being blind to your loving words To your implicit care Being blind to the glistening tears That uttered silent prayers Being blind to the anxious queries Masked with concern Blinded I was and you I blamed I beg your forgiveness. @ Nadiya (19 Feb '15) Placed 9th on 21 Feb 2015 in the contest 'Forgiveness' by Rob Carmack.

Copyright © poesy relish | Year Posted 2015

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In My Mother's Eyes

In my mother's eyes I see my hero
I know fear is far at bay
In her words I feel protection
In her smile I see my face

Because She has loved me first
before  anybody else
She  carried me till the ninth month
so very close to heart

She breathed life into my lungs
Held my hand within her palms
Showed me guidance in every way
Made me who I am today

In my mother's eyes I see my hero
I know fear is far at bay
In her words I feel protection
In her smile I see my face

Her arms are always open
so I can curl within
For her I'm always special
Without my need to win

Her soul ever a rainbow
in hues of humankind
For She carries no prejudice
amongst the black and white.

In my mother's  eyes I see my hero
I know fear is far at bay
In her words I feel protection
In her smile I see my face

Our days , lunchbox of memories
filled with tender loving care
Past nights, eternal bookmarks
of her fingers playing  gently with my hair.

I know one time I'll wake up
in a world of all alone
In the stars I'd have to find her
because mama won't be home.

In my mothers eyes I see my hero
knowing fear is far at bay
In her words I feel protection
In her smile I see my face.






Not for the contest  , but for those interested  there is a contest about mum by Francine Roberts.

Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2016

Details | Lyric | |

Matricide/Mother Earth

I have come to accept the possibility
that I, myself, may be partially to blame       (my compost pile of shame)   

that I may have stroked the very wheel         (unable to feel)
that, set in motion, is the cause of
so much pain                                             (unsheltered in the rain)

Silently suffering through endless winters      (embers, cinders)
without anticipation of Spring                       (hope an ethereal thing)
                                                               
blind to Mother Earth's gifts                         (tenuous unfelt shifts)
the colors, the scents of her blossoms          (habitually playing possum)
deaf to the melodies of the birds                 (knowledge lost, language
                                                                        unheard)                 
as they sing

She calls to me but my barriers are thick      (mentally stunted, physically sick)
densely scarred and wounded                        (as I am, to the quick)

As the sludge chokes the seabirds               (screaming their lost words)
and the fishes                                           (murdering Piscean wishes)
as Her forests are cleared by those
both greedy and vicious
I feel Mother Earth tremble                          (demons assemble)
beneath my feet
hear Her sigh as I place a hesitant finger     (shaking, letting it linger)
on Her weakened pulse
thready and irregular
We are killing Her, Mother Earth,
mother of us all, matricide                          (no longer can we hide)
listen, listen to Her heartbeat...

I may have stroked the very wheel...        

Copyright © Danielle White | Year Posted 2010

Details | Free verse | |

ISIS

She's the first image of God
the Alpha    the Omega
the beginning   NO end
the highest evolution of God
God sent
the Black woman is God
nappy   nappy
the master
the servant
still happy  happy
the first image of God
strength that cannot be broken
soul that cannot be bought with a
silver or gold token
YES! 
she’s the first image of God
Mother of the rainbow children
Lucy    Auset   Isis    Virgin Mary
I know  
sounds scary   scary
the Black woman is God
skin as brown as dirt 
divine flower sprung from the earth
she’s the first image of God
Original descender
return of Christ
Nibiru ascender
the universal womb of God
divine womb   divine wombman
holding the knowledge of God
the Black woman is the mystery of God
 Isis   Genesis 
genealogy of God

Copyright © Nailah Baniti | Year Posted 2016

Details | Lyric | |

Oklahoma Black Sky

She was a freckled faced child who 
dreamed of being loved...
He was nothing but a heartless bastard who hated
everyone, especially us.
She was the protector of her sisters and
stood up to him as tears rolled down her 
angel face...
His day of reckoning came one sweltering 
Oklahoma summer in July...
She entered the house to the cries of her 
mother, begging for him to stop..
The angel child had suddenly become the 
protector of her mom..
She grabbed his belt which lay nearby and 
swung with all she had...
Blood streamed down the side of his 
face and down the front of his shirt...
The only cries now were from him and no longer
from her mother....

I love you, mom...
Your loving daughter,
Sharky

Copyright © Char Vanderbilt | Year Posted 2014

Details | Lyric | |

Mother Nature

Thank you for the sunshine, that makes us smile on the tougher days
Thank you for the rain storms, that seem to ease the pain away 
And how the wind seems to hold you, if you can find its simplistic unattainable rhythm 
Even for the cold, that when applied to the wounds will minimize the illness
Mother Nature, a woman so fierce and so majestic 
There's not words beautiful enough yet to describe her image

Copyright © bessie kolb | Year Posted 2016

Details | Lyric | |

Gotta Let Their Soul Cry

 Raped and Molestated in childhood, 
   Abused and Misused in pre-adulthood,
     Alone and confused they stood; feeling
       like tainted goods.

 Let their soul cry, maybe then; they can
  regain their pride. 

 They gotta let their soul cry

 Their darkest secret's they lock  away
   within, this is why their flesh constantly
    feast off sin; and everything in life has a
     beginning, but never render an ending.

 Let their soul cry, Crying is the only way to
  gain their piece of mind.
   
One might ask," Why"? Then , I will reply,"
  They need to see at least one day filled with
     promise rather than pain and see the sun
        without having rain.
     
 They gotta let their soul cry, before their sin
  cause their flesh to die.

Copyright © Margaret Johnson | Year Posted 2007

Details | Lyric | |

On her way

The princess calls me out tonight 
She looks so beautiful, strong and bright
Tears stream down my face 
As I look at my darling with her shining knight

taking her away 
shes so beautiful today 
I know he'll love you till the end 
Forever, we'll be friends

Baby, Its hard to see you go 
Leaving us for this young lad
You wont be around, but i'll be glad 
You deserve more than this whole world 
Show mummy everything you hold

My darlings leaving 
to start her life
I can tell you, this one thing 
She will be the most amazing wife

taking her away 
Shes so beautiful today 
I know he'll love you till the end
Forever, we'll be friends

Copyright © Diamond Poetry | Year Posted 2011

Details | Lyric | |

My Parents

Every child has a parent and a story to be told, but not every child 
Has two parents, two parents of gold.

So unselfish, so giving, so much love never ending.
Always there for us, always in support of us,
Without any questions asked of us.

Down the road still living their lives for us.
They would never think of giving up on us.

We truly were blessed the day God gave them to us.
For his hand to mold, a parent worth gold,
Is a child's story that's rarely told.

For God has made them human that's a fact.
They fault, they sadden, they even sin in anger,
But, what my siblings and I have learned from our Mother and Father
Is no matter what, support one another.
For if one is falling, just be there to catch, without any questions asked.

Life is not perfect and we may not be our parent that our children see,
But, we'll make sure that they see gold supports their destiny.

Prevail, yes we will, because forever we behold not one, but two,
"Parents of Gold".       

Copyright © Tina Alvarado | Year Posted 2008

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O' Dear Mother

She feels thirsty
when you need water,
She feels hungry
when you need bread and butter,
She feels happy
when you reach your goal,
She dances with joy
when you win your rival,
Tears come out her eye
when you are in threat,
O'dear Mother
you are really great.

Mountains broken into pieces
with your anger,
Clouds starts raining 
with your pleasure,
Flowers blossom in garden
with your chuckle,
Hud-Hud starts blowing
when you are in trouble,
Your blessing hand 
always sanctify my heart,
O'dear mother
you are really great.

You tied our soul
with a single thread,
You reveal the fact
how to earn our bread,
You preached very nicely
how to wipe out mud,
Without your aegis
everything is odd,
I pray for you
for a good health,
O'dear mother
you are really great.

-------------------------
Note :
Hud-Hud is one form of cyclone.


Copyright © Manmath Dalei | Year Posted 2016

Details | Narrative | |

Not So Perfect

Here she comes, walking with pride.
Her face is so vibrant, she looks so alive.
Nothing can stop her, no one dares to try.
Her entire life is corroded with deals, tricks, and lies. 
Her beauty is everything, her smile kills all 
It brings down the strongest men, makes the highest building fall.
But when she comes home,
The story does change.
Her life’s not so perfect,
The positions rearrange.
Her father's an alcoholic, and not very nice.
She has a brother who gave up on school, and can’t read or write 
Of all of her family, her mother is the worse. 
Sometimes she wonders if she'll survive this curse.
He mother yells,and tells her that she's no good.
She would give it all up, if only she could.
At the end of the night she goes into her room,
She begins to weep, and eventually cries herself to sleep.
She wakes up the next day,
Puts on a happy face,
And goes to school as if nothing happened the previous night,
Or that absolutely nothing is wrong with her life.
So now that you’ve seen what’s behind the closed door,
I hoped you’ve thought about this girl a little more.
With the utmost respect,
I present to you, the life of someone "perfect".

Copyright © Kelsey Kopec | Year Posted 2006

Details | Lyric | |

Blowing In The Breeze

A child is born and placed into his mother's arms.
She looks into his eyes 
and promises to keep him from lifes harms.
If life was fair,
maybe that promise would have come true.
Life must run it's own course; 
she did all she could do.
I think of my mother often 
and I still cry from time to time.
Mother's Day is like a emotional chime.
I still talk to her at night as I kneel upon my knees.
When the wind is blowing I feel her all around me
as the trees dance with the breeze.
All of these feelings tell me she is helping me recover.
I forgive her- my lovely mother.
So I will talk to her again tonight
as I kneel upon my knees,
I hope she never forgets to touch me 
as she's blowing in the breeze.

Copyright © teddy natter | Year Posted 2008

Details | Lyric | |

Birthday warning!

A cold autumn morning, 
new rains have arrived 
today not so ordinary 
A little girls birthday goes by 

she had an accident 
she awoke in her bed wet 
today she is six, a present she did 
not expect 

A day without the jug cord 
would be her birthday wish 

Her hope is soon faded, 
for there her mother stood, 
A birthday beating just begun- 
her mothers' way 
of a little fun 

"you dirty little b!#@h"! 
I'm sick of washing your sheets 
this will fix you...and fix you good 
till you're black and blue 
...or till I'll make you bleed"! 

Happy Birthday to me... 
through aches and tears 
I am happy 
I survived to date six years 

alone in her closet 
she'd make this her car 
travel to far away happy lands 
go shopping for a star 

once she bet the jug cord 
she collected up the sheets 
took her mums' old coal shovel 
buried them under the house 
darkest corner beneath, 

her father gave her sixpence 
every time she was dry, 
or if she wet, he'd make her wetter 
he'd put her in a cold bath 

the little girl would trick him, 
moving the sheets about 
her mother would come in the room 
catch the little girl out 

the little girl did such things 
out of fear she lied 
the little girl was in a place 
she was trying to survive 

she adapted to her father 
she adapted to her mother 

though difficult it was 
it affected everything 
looking back the way she was 

she changed her life completely 
eradicated the fear 
her life gets better and better 
year after year 

her mum and dad to this day 
the little girl forgave 
she understands the way they were 
a woman she has grown 
forgiving to her grave 

she struggles on her birthday 
preferring to enjoy 
her spirit accepts what happened 
on that day the present 
she avoids 

Copyright © Eileen R. Kelly | Year Posted 2007

Details | Lyric | |

Mom

Mom, you are my role model
Raising me to a young woman, from a little girl
Step by step, day by day
You've done a great job, in so many ways

When I need someone, you are always there
I never have to doubt that you care
I can always tell you what i'm thinking of
Mom, you have my love

You raised me the best you could
Took care of me like any good mother would
You brought me in this world, guided me through life
Giving me the things every kid needs to survive

You righted me when I was wrong
many times you helped me stay strong
Like many mothers, you've tried your best
And mom, i'd say you passed the test

Raising four girls by yourself
Must have been harder than I could inmagine
But obviously you knew just where to begin
And for that i'll love you to the end.....

Copyright © Amy Cook | Year Posted 2005

Details | Lyric | |

Born-Torn, Scorned and Scarred

Born-torn, scorned and scarred.
Baby's thrown like a bone, choked and charred.
Raised by a mother shackled to Meth,
Dismissed by a father, deserted and left.

Itching for a fix, Mom hunted a high.
Twisting white truth, entangled in lies.
Selling sob stories with emotional pleas,
She abandoned her kin with relative ease.

Time ticked by to the beat of a tear.
Hate accelerates with the fleeting year.
Shattered remnants marked her absent roll.
Mother’s hiatus fueled a bitter soul.

A lonesome heart thuds with empty space.
A drug dubbed “love” was never replaced.
Despite the embrace of another’s clutch,
The kid still cried for mother’s touch.

Born-torn, scorned and scarred.
Baby's thrown like a bone, choked and charred.
Raised by a mother shackled to Meth,
Dismissed by a father, deserted and left.

Copyright © Rodney Hutto | Year Posted 2006

Details | Lyric | |

To My Foster Parents With Love

I came into your lives a lost and lonely child,
Full of anger and resentment,
Overwhelmed with fear and confusion.
Yet you took me into your home, your lives, and your hearts.
From the very beginning you tried to make me feel welcome and wanted.
Though I fought you each step of the way you never gave up on me.
Instead you patiently and lovingly took me under your wings,
protecting, guiding and shaping me.
Showing me love and understanding.
Giving freely and openly the praise and affection I so desperately needed.
All the while expecting nothing in return.

As days turned into years you were still there
Making me feel safe and secure,
treating me with respect and fairness,
pushing me to be the best I could be.
And still, there I was fighting you.
Oh, the pain and heartaches you endured at my hands.
Yet there you stood, firm and unwavering.
Never walking away, never giving up.
Always loving me no matter what the cost.

All these years later as I look at my own children
I realize just what you saw and still see when you look at me.
Your Daughter!

I love you.

Copyright © Karen Cummings | Year Posted 2012

Details | Lyric | |

Thrown Away

You gave me the news today
Told me to leave and stay away

To error is human is what they say
It's to bad you don't see it this way

Yes you decided to throw me away
Because I don't see everything your way

You don't know how I feel, but you hope I agree
That you should have nothing more to do with me

So, once again I totally must disagree
Even though you want nothing to do with me

A mother's love you can't throw away
I'll love you my daughter till my dying day

Copyright © Carol Sunshine Brown | Year Posted 2012

Details | Light Poetry | |

ONCE AGAIN THANK YOU

I was just trying to remember the past
 trying to remember the good people
 and the bad people,
 that i came across on my way,

i want you to know
that you are among the good people
 that left a good trace in my life,

once again i just want to say thank you
for passing through my life,
is so short but is wonderful
i want you here forever.

Copyright © VICTOR BUN | Year Posted 2012

Details | Lyric | |

Summer Time

Summer Time
and in the spring
the children sprout
growing up until they old
reminiscing on the past
(Summer Time)...
 So innocent and young
growing old and wise
telling true stories
to the children eyes
some young become old fools
just make sure its not you
Summer Time
and in the spring
the children sprout
growing up until they old
reminiscing on the past
(Summer Time)...

Copyright © Michelle Edwards | Year Posted 2013

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A MOTHER'S LOVE

A mother's love is so strong it has to come from above, for it takes a special 
Heart to do what she can do.

A mother's love is so deep when she cries out the whole world should weep.

A mother can go through so much pain and still remain sain.

A mother can bear children come home from the hospital, cook, wash, take 
Care of her child, kiss her husband and still wear a smile.

A mother has compassion and feeling that are so strong she can even tell 
When something is wrong.

A mother is a single mother who is struggling to carry both roles, we give 
You a "shout" out because that's a heavy load.

A mother is a grandmother who is still moving strong, she continues to love, 
Nurture, and care for the young.

A mother is so many special things that god created wrapped up into one.

So " remember" to show her love all the time, and tell her what a fine job she 
Has done!


Happy mother's day to all the mother's out there and may god continue to 
Bless you all!

Copyright © Cathy Holmes | Year Posted 2009

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Mamma's Simple Plan

Every single time I hear that song,
 it always brings tears to my eyes.
I'm not sure if it's the singers voice as he carries on,
 or the lyrics to the words that he cries.

A simple kind of man,
 is something all men should be.
Momma's wish this for their sons future plans
 in a prayer that they may one day see.


As men search this world for a woman,
 they may someday share with their love.
The love they are always searching for
 only seems to come from up above.

Do nothing but follow the love in your heart,
 though at times it may be hard to control.
For it was a gift given you from the very start,
 that will help you to carry that heavy load.

This world that we now live in,
 we may live a little bit to fast.
For problems always seem to happen,
 and sometimes they forever last.

Spending your days searching for wealth,
 does nothing for the goodness of your soul.
With it you can't buy yourself new health,
 in those weary days as your body grows old.

Momma's only want their sons to live a simple life,
 without any worry they will get to out of hand.
Always stay loyal to the woman you love and call your wife,
 and keep your momma happy, living life as a simple man.



DannyBoy:1-20-13 Updated on 11-10-14
My thoughts on the song- Simple Man
By Lynyrd Skynyrd & Or Shinedown



Copyright © Dan Kearley | Year Posted 2013

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A Cry out for "Ma"Ma

I cry out for all the Mother's in the world that are not being treated right, 
I know how lonely and painful it is not to feel loved.
When you have brought a child into this world and they can't find the time to call 
and say I love you. 
Mother's don't ask for much you "see" they just want to hear a voice, receive
a card that they keep forever and a memory they can hold on to.
I think a Mother deserves much more than that, "but" if you can't do anything else 
make sure you show her love.

A cry out for "Ma "Ma

Remember if you are not showing her anything now, when she is gone you might
Cry out for "Ma "Ma but it will be to late, it's hard to show someone something 
when they are not around.

Copyright © Cathy Holmes | Year Posted 2008

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Solipsist

Let the Deicide commence.

You're a voyeur at best!
Your vampiric heart is beating out of your chest!
And you have slayed the ones whom would love you for anything less
Ready to consume the final fragments of innocence,
And for you there is no forgiveness,
On your knees pleading, screaming to a tyrant in the skies;
The father of lies.

I will never be enslaved in your superiority
The people agree: jaded of your false dichotomies.
Know: I will be whomever nature intends to be
Apollo and I will share our dreams,
and you will be forced to see
your failure!

I know who you are...
Readily the first to present your scars
Chained by some despot or mental czar
An emotional homunculus in your mind, behind bars
Reluctant to escape - even when proven fake
Your demented mind - depths no one will penetrate!
 
...And you see me suffering
Not caring of any casualties
Just as long you recieve your safeguard of sympathy
So very wary of the masses and their Anarchy; Liberious ways

Solipsist - Is there no one you can see?
Even if she was presented burning?
Solipsist - Is there no one you can believe?
Even if Sophia was screaming?
Solipsist - Know you have killed and abused me
Imprisoned in your own  personal reality 



Copyright © Wyatt Loethen | Year Posted 2013

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Rose Wine

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



Copyright © Heather Hill | Year Posted 2010