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Pearls of Mother's Great Love

the pearls from your eyes are far more precious to me than any treasure your big sacrifice nothing more to compare with you’re my great hero I owe you my life mom, my heart melts when you cry your tears: pearls of love unconditional that’s the greatness of your love in you, I feel God mom, I’m so sorry sometimes, I make you lonely but you’re dear to me you bear all the pains pearls of great love on your cheeks every drop, I’ll kiss for I do believe you want only the best for me all your pray’rs and wish thank you so much mom those pearls of great mother’s love be kept in my heart you’re my only mom replaceable by no one comfort and best friend my ardent prayers may you live long in this world may God gives you strength March 24, 2013
Note: This poem was conceived both from the “Pearl” theme and one of my possible adorable picture themes of my latest contest, “Mother’s Love”- merged into one. It is also composed with the inspiration of all mothers in this world. You’re indeed the greatest heroes/heroines! I am so proud of you! I lovingly dedicate this poem to you dear mothers and friends! Big hugs to all of you! Of course, I include especially my loving/dearest mom who’s my greatest inspiration, refuge and best friend. This poem can also bring to us a message for this Easter Season as we remember Mother Mary who’d suffered much seeing her loving son Jesus Christ’s great sufferings on the cross at Mt. Calvary- a mother’s great love to her child indeed! HAPPY EASTER SEASON TO ALL! First Place Contest: Any Poem Goes Judged: 3/29/2013 Sponsor: My Greatest Poet and sis PD


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Night Angel

They needed help
Walking alone in the dark.
The man.
The child.
A broken down car.
The child frightened,
But not understanding
The terror
That would soon
Come her way.
Her parents petrified
That their baby was gone,
Agonizing
Over forbidden images
That crowded their way
Past ice cream sundays
And birthday parties
And wedding days.
A passer-by.
A doer of good deeds.
He stops.
He sees.
He looks into
the little girl's eyes.
Bravely
The girl speaks,
"This is not my dad"
And the coward
who took her,
He runs.
He hides.
The passer-by,
Believing he saved
A child
From a long, cold walk,
In reality
Saved a child
From a long, cold death.


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My Micke boys

                To be called ..
            ~   Grandma is a Honor ~

        I have been blessed with 4  Grandchildren

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

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

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

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

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

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

          "Inspired by the gift and loss of Grandchildren "

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


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Silently She Weeps

Every day she comes to visit her,
lifts the spoon to her thin lips.
Quietly she sleeps, silently she weeps.
Life arrested in its waning grip.

Every day she comes with hope
that something in her changes.
Silently she weeps, quietly she sleeps
The memories time rearranges.

Every day she comes and wonders,
will she wake today and speak?
Quietly she sleeps, silently she weeps
An imprisoned mind in body weak.

Every day she comes and touches
the woman like no other.
Silently she weeps, quietly she sleeps.
Maternal daughter, loving mother.

1/1/2013


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A cinquain for Mothers Day

Raindrops
I must collect
In a jar on my desk
For all the tears my mum shed through
My storms


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Moon bridge

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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


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My God on Earth: My Mother

A heart that cries more than me 
in my pain. 
Whose congenial and benign teachings 
make me sane. 
A warm touch that dispels from me 
the gales of worry. 
Whose proximity ensures me that I'm 
protected by her under furry. 
A helping hand that always hold me 
whenever I'm about to lose. 
& my first teacher who makes me to 
distinguish between donts' and dos'. 
A voice and nothing more, an Angel 
who is entirely mine just after my birth. 
And she is none other but 'My Mother', 
The God on Earth. 
  
Although to define her in words is 
beyond my skill. 
Nevertheless I can say that her pace in 
my life, none can fill. 
She is the one who needs not a single 
word of me to understand. 
In my devastation, she is always there 
to provide effusively her hand. 
In the weariness of my life, with her, 
I may lose to be in link. 
But she ever remembers me whenever I 
breathe or my eyes blink. 
I can say that in search of heaven, 
I needn't to go anywhere. 
I would like to put my head in my 
mother's lap, as its only there.. 


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Mother

Joyful tears gently ran down your cheeks
as we are the same
Born unto a world I did not know
You being the one to hold me up still

You held me close, bringing hearts to meet
Oh, what a gentle greeting this was
feeling the love and tenderness you show to me
from inexperienced hands knowing exactly what instinct provides.

A more extensive love I cannot feel
for the most precious jewel you are to me.
Tremendous heart you show to me 
the beauty of what life can be.

You brought me up to being me.
Now proud, daughter to you.
A greater love can not exist 
as only love itself could love you more.

Priceless to me, most worthy you are
Most important beneath the stars
No more; 
worries, struggles and work,
for now I fill these shoes of thanks.
Tears rising from all that you've been to me.

Oh, the joys you have brought to life.
I love you more dear mother,
than these words could ever portray.


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SHE'S A MOM,SHE'S THE ONE

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

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

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

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

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




~~ Dedicated to all Souper MOMs~~

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


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Dear mum

Dear mum

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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Childhood Treasures

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

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

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


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





=======================================

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


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Mothers Day: Dad, I am In Love With Mom

I cant write a better poem for my poet
I cant paint a better portrait for my artist
I cant sing the best song for my rock star
I cant tell the best story about mom
Though,
 I can describe a little that I know

Simply the nicest person on the planet
Simply, that's what i know

The strongest of all I have met
She is the lead soloist who thinks she is just backing in a rehearsal 
She is the real joy who thinks she is a supplement 
She is the real cookie when i need one

So many times I thought 
I would never find someone to love me, 
The way I needed to be loved...
Then I found mom, just there, always there

There's a story behind everything. 
How a picture gets on a wall. 
How a scar gets on your face. 
Sometimes the stories are simple,
Sometimes they are hard and heartbreaking. 
But behind all our stories is always a story
Our mom's story, 
Because hers is where ours begin

Dedicated to my mom Cinda Carter a woman who
has walked my heart and left love prints
that nothing can wash away 
  


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Picky Eaters

This poem was inspired by Dr. Mehta's poem on Childhood Obesity.


Our Mom made us sit and sit
Until we’d eaten every bit
She said “there’s starving kids in China
Africa and Asia Mina”
We kids said then send it to ‘em
Broccoli, spinach – we don’t do ‘em
But Mom, she would have none of that
So all us kids just sat and sat
Until our Mom just shook her head
Said “you’re finished – go to bed”
Then we all stood up one by one
Thinking all that we had won
But truth be told, we didn’t beat her
No we all are picky eaters
So many things we just won’t taste
Picky eaters – such a waist

Mdailey	5/25/11

And before you draw my attention to the spelling of waist – it was intended as most 
of us picky eaters tend to go for meat and potatoes that go right to our waist.  But I 
guess could have used waste as well in that last line.


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My mom My guardian angel

The cold wind rustles your tired feathers,
you are weary from your flight,
rest your wings, my guardian angel
let the shadows takeover the night

There was no need for these hardships,
evethough you fought for what you believed in,
because above my heart there always hung
a sign just for you saying-"Come on in!!"

All the times i've let you down,
as slowly your precious tear drips,
and yet you say with a bewitching smile,
"Anything for you my son"-through trembling lips

To the little ray of sunshine,
cutting through the darkness called life,
to my ever present mooring post,
that keeps me stable through strife

Even though there is a billion emotions in me,
I just have two words to say,
eternally glad that you are my mom,
all i manage to wishper is-"Happy birthday..."


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Mothers Day: I love you Dad

I love you dad,
Not because of the sweet deep voice
Not because of the angelic heart 
Not because of the shelter and food
Not because of bills you clear
Not because of because
I love you dad, 
so much,
Because you love mom 


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My Soldier

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


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Gathering The Broken Pieces

Like those bones in the valley
My life was scattered all over
Each person that came in my life
cut a little piece of me and left with it

Each cut piece left a deep wound
And i was left in a pool of blood
Rotting in my own world
Dieing between thumbs like a tick  

Then he came
Found me in tatters of shame
Like garbage on the street
Piece after piece he picked me up

The Lord Jesus 
gathered me together
a pillar of rejected junk
He looked at my shy eyes and smiled 

That day his love started to heal me
wound after wound
pain after pain
And all the shame was gone

Then he brought you
To deal with this trauma 
He knew a mom was the best
He brought you to shine hope to a dark soul

God knew its you that would touch 
The scars and never create wounds again
He wanted me to know that with Him all things are possible
So he brought you mom 

Your love is pure
I have been drawn more to Christ 
And i know now
He has gathered all my scattered pieces 

Dedicated to Cinda Carter


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I still feel lost

Even though you've been gone for a year and a half, at times I still feel lost without you.
When I feel this way, it's so sad and I don't know what I'm going to do.
While you were on your deathbed, I asked God for a miracle when I prayed.
But he still took you after you had been my mother for over four decades.
When somebody has been a big part of your life for that long, it's very painful when they're taken.
When the doctor said you were going to die, I would've given anything if he had been mistaken.
It broke my heart to see you lie in that hospital bed and suffer.
The situation was bad enough but it was bound to get rougher.
Things became much worse when I woke up and saw that you had died.
At times I still feel lost without you and it tears me up on the inside.

[Dedicated to Agnes Johnson (1948-2013) who passed away on March 6, 2013.]


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Mazel tov Cinda

At old age you chose to risk again The pain of begetting a child in your sixties You chose to give love to another soul in the world Papa doesn’t know what is going on But there is something going on You just don’t know how to say it It has happened and you cant deny it Another child is coming Like Sarah you don’t understand this How possible can it be? Yet you believe With God all things are possible You feel it and you can now see all the signs You are expecting The pain knocks You bite your lip With your hands Hold your tummy With a twist And strength It has been long since you last went through this There is nothing like experience Pain is pain Each pain is dynamic It’s the same pain but different Papa knows now You are about to deliver He puts down his cup of tea Forgets his hat Because of the noise He knows that sound As each inch of your muscle tightens Your scream is heard in the city Its like you are pulling your lip over your head sweating and panting You realize it now done A smile of victory shines on your face News spread A poet Has given birth to a poetry tot And its A baby boy Born to the Carter Mazel tov! Cinda


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Slow

Slow was the logo he had been wearing since he was born.
Born into a world of poverty and scorn. They look at you funny when your mom is 
destroying her fetus and it's not even born yet. 
9 months of pain in a bubble of insanity. Slowly fading. She didn't know how much you 
were going to be. 
So when the day came and she lied down on the table screaming and breathing. Cussing and 
fussing. Wondering why she didn't keep her silly legs closed.
But then you come around and your eyes were enough to tame her. No more stripping to make 
a dollar, no more crack pipes she wanted to be the perfect mother. She raised you right, 
though she made some mistakes she was really trying. 
Your first day of school she held your hand and cried because you were becoming such a 
little man.
She didn't yet know the hardships that were to come. The boat was solid now but the waves 
were sure to crash it.
The little boy strutted to school he wanted to make his mother proud but he didn't yet 
know he was going to be made a fool. 
First day of class and he could barely read. Teacher's crucified him because he didn't 
know his ABC's. 
From then on he was labeled slow. Got left back in the 3rd grade for him their seemed no 
hope. 
He went from being so determined to blaming his mother, the stress so enormous she 
started the pipe again.
The boy couldn't imagine how much he had hurt her. But he knew hurt as well and for now 
he felt he deserved to be selfish. 
Kids teased him every day, stole his lunch money, called him " slow" and a dummy. He had 
no friends and one day he turned to his mother. 
He said mom why is that every day I go to school and they tease me and I come home and I 
tease you. But you’re silent, you don't ever belittle me. Why is that mommy? He stared at 
her with intelligence in his eyes. The mother was silent for a second and then she looked 
into her baby's eyes and said " Because to me you are golden and even though they might 
not see it I surely know it".The boy looked at his mother and said but how can I be 
golden that's not what anyone says they all say that I’m slow. 
The mother looked at her son and reached out for his hand and slapped it. Didn’t I tell 
you never to listen to what other people say it only matters what you think? What do you 
think?  
The boy gazed into his mother's eyes and said " I think I’m really bright, if you can see 
it and I can see it than that's all I need to know. The mother smiled as he left her that 
day the future seemed bright.


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A Mother's Love


A Mother’s Love… How precious is the love of a mother’s heart! Even as a child… It’s there from the start. A mother’s love knows no boundary or limit. It’s often shown by how much the mother gives it! Whether her children are young or growing old… And whatever circumstances in life may unfold… Her love is continually a solid foundation… That can’t be removed, torn or shaken. Her love is what is a “guiding force…” Even if her children’s lives stray “off course.” I’m thankful for the love my mother’s given… It’s surely influenced the way I’ve been livin’! To all of our mothers across our great nation… May we show them our love and appreciation! Their love has stood and endured the test of time… I’m so glad that one of them is MINE! By Jim Pemberton


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Thank you

Thank you – Zamreen Zarook

Thank you is a sweet word in the nature,
You may be a guy of adventure,
May be you are a person of agriculture,
What matters is your architecture.

Never forget the people, who guided you,
In no degree neglect who were with you,
Don’t ever overlook a creature, who gave a smile to you,
Because, you will meet them above you.

People forget the past due to selfishness,
They have no time to remember their unawareness,
Society, most of the times behave in awfulness,
They will understand when their lives come in to bitterness.

Be a person to thank and remember,
Don’t consider them as December,
Because, you might need them in November,
So, always be as a good subscriber.


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Living For Chocolate in a Purple Sports Car

Oh yeah, I'll tell you something,
I think you'll understand.
When I'll say that something,
I want to hold your lip stick,
I want to hold your lip stick,
I want to hold your lip stick.

Oh please, say to me,
You'll let me write a letter.
And please, say to me,
You'll let me release an album.
Now let me hold your lip stick,
I want to hold your lip stick.

Imagine there's no inflatable sheep.
It's easy if you try.
No photo frames in France,
Above us only newspapers.
Imagine all the people,
Living for chocolate...

You may say I'm a dreamer who gets the dream,
But I'm not the only one.
I hope someday you'll join us,
And the world will become lovely.

All you need is chocolate.
All you need is chocolate.
All you need is chocolate, chocolate.
Chocolate is all you need.

We all live in our purple sports car, 
Purple sports car, purple sports car,
We all live in our purple sports car, 
Purple sports car, purple sports car.

Oh yeah!


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Outside looking In

Im going to tell you a story about a girl.
She was smart, and ready to take on the world.
Had a hard childhood with her mother always ill,
but her father worked hard and struggled to pay the bills.
My name is Pam and the poem your about to read,
Is a interesting poem, all about me.
I started to feel depression and pain,
at the age of 15 I was snorting cocaine.
I got pregnant at a young age and wanted to explore,
So I walked right out of my families door.
Time went on and I was still not around,
My mom grew sicker and dad wearing a frown.
Not much longer until I experienced this change,
and tragic horrible hurt and feeling of pain.
I walked in that room ,and climbed in the bed
I layed down beside him, and layed down my head.
With my hear I could hear his heartbeat.
The next thing I new we were burying him six feet deep.
At the funeral they said she was in a better place,
but it just wasnt fair to see that look on her face.
My mom that is she died with my dad,
She may have been breathing but always so sad
Two years later she decided to give up,
her faith was gone and hope for luck up.
Thats when I really started to struggle,
barely getting by and forgetting that i was mother.
She seen me drift into a dark place,
I started loosing weight in my stomach and my face.
Before I new it I was always getting high,
Weeks became months, and time flew right by
Its to bad that I chose this new path I was on ,
Because on August 11Th I got a call saying my mother was gone.
Like a replay I walked into that room,
to see her lying there as stiff as a broom.
I layed down beside her and rubbed my fingers
through her hair , but the pain I was feeling I just couldn't bare.
You would think after loosing my mom and my dad,
Anything else wouldnt seem near as bad
Within four years I had nothing left,
My child was taken for my foolish regrets.
Just me and my addiction no more tears to cry,
so many different ways that I could get high.
I would like to introduce this powerful drug,
It bring nothing but bad when I was searching for love.
The name is crystal, Crystal Meth
The one thing in the world, I wish I had never met...


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10 Things to Eat Instead of Red Meat

Is your go-to lunch roast beef sandwich?
Tomorrow you might want turkey instead
Here is why
In gen. red meat- such as roast beef

Not as healthy as other kinds of protein
Tends to have more cholesterol
Often has more saturated fat
Both things are bad for your heart

Eating too much red meat
May linked to colon cancer
This does not mean
You should never eat beef or other red meats

Just go easy on them
Tasty Swaps
With
Tacos

Try
Fish or chicken
With hamburgers
Try Veggie burgers

With Stir-fry
Try Fried tofu
With lasagna
Try Eggplant slices

With salad
Try tuna or broiled egg
With Breakfast
Try turkey or soy links

With Casserole
Try lentils and rice
With Chili
Try beans (canned or dried)

With Dinner entrée
Try Roast turkey (baked or broiled)
With sandwiches and wraps
Try grilled chicken or hummus

4142013


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Family Grief Family Happiness

  
   Have you ever written anything without sub combing to tears ?
        
    My Family portrait in my mind , 2 older sisters , 2 brothers
        My Mother caring about all five in different ways
      Just with Mom & Dad there having the best of Holidays 
     My sisters laying out on the deck of river bank for 4th of July ~
          
      Listening to " Honkey Chateau " and all by Elton John. 
       music  a great memory ~Disco , Donna summer , Grease ~ Jaws !

     Dad's records to Tony Bennett , Hank W Sr. , Count Basie & Louis Armstrong.
          The music  takes me home in a wagon filled with children and a dog "Lucky "    
      My Older brother , athletic , always fishing & hunting.
                 My younger , my Rock , Swimming and netting for fish,
        feeding our Fat cat Perch off the rocks patiently awaits her food               
         
       the yelling , slamming of doors ,  tempers Flare , passion 
         Our Parents , passionate love yet passionate Hate .
        
        After being a Family of Seven , Divorcing their fate ..
         Why did that show " Dallas " bring out the Divorce in all ?

       Scottish ~ Irish ~ French Iroquois ~ Cherokee  
                 No matter what the mix ..Our curse Alcohol ~
          the  Screaming , Drinking , this memory I wish to shut the door on .  
        Going to A & W or making Cheerleading ,The Bears of course~
             Excited in Chicago !  seeing Elton John in the Summer of 1976 ~
        Cubs ,  museum of Wax , Museum of science & History , Pizza !
        
       Expeditions of discovery ,little brother & I finding arrowheads on the Shore.
             Our Grandparents Faithful Celebrations ! Chiffon cake , Apple strudel `  
        Our Cousins on Holidays , going for ice cream cones , 
          scent of wet rain on oak leaves ~Before Halloween was bought in stores.
        
           ~ That is the Family I Love ,
                     that is the Family I choose to miss ~    
                       
              


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a mothers love

 a mothers love is stronger than all and she knows her daughter better than all 
a mothers love is never bitter and never vengefully 
a mothers love is always kind and there no matter what you do
a mothers love is forever a bond between a girl and her mother is always a strong on but it gets stronger as they grow up and it gets even stronger as the girl moves away calls and calls then less and less.... then you worried about the bond but no worries that's a bond that cant be broken nor replaced


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I'm Sorry

 im sorry ive caused you pain.
i thank you for sticking by me through everything.
and not giving up on me. i dnt no what
i would do if you had given up on me.
 
Im sorry ive lied to your face and you knew it,
but you still loved me the same as before.
so i thank you.
i dont know if i would be here with you if you had given up on me.
 
im sorry ive broken your trust over and over,
and you still wanna trust me.
i thank you again.
i dont know wat i would have done if you didnt trust me.
 
im sorry ive done things behind your back,
even though i promised you i would never do them.
im sure you knw but you never said anything.
i wish you would have. it would have saved us all alot of pain
 
i thank you for never giving up on me.
i dont no how to tell you how much i love you.
 
mom i love you sooooooo much you wont ever no how much i love u and thank you for everything


Details | Quatrain | |

Women

You women
Know how to make 
The best of what you've got in you
You do it everyday in your life


Details | Free verse | |

Blessing

Priceless pearl
my hidden diamond
love's sweet jewel

Heaven sent
Angelic countenance
Beauty so pure

Lovely daughter
your character delights
my devotion forever

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






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A Mother's Quote

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


Details | ABC | |

Mother, Grandmother, Guide and Friend

As a child, I didn't understand,
The love that fills my mother’s hand.

In a childhood world,
Everything is carefree,
Your eyes are wide open,
Yet you do not see.

In a motherhood world,
Things can get pretty insane,
Every day comes with joy and pain.

Teaching your child new things,
Dreaming of what tomorrow brings.

Leaving days of pig tales and nursery rhymes,
Loosing Seconds and minutes of these precious times.

Now, with children of my own,
Mother, your feelings are not alone.

Only now do I understand,
Feeling helpless to times demand.

Mother, I just didn't realize,
How I looked in your eyes.
33 years gone in a whirl,
Yet I know you still see your little girl.

I love you Mother.
More than you know.
I know it was hard letting me go.

My childhood life was wrapped up in you,
But my adult life holds something new.

Growing up so fast and free,
I felt your eyes always watching me,
I didn't have to worry,
Because I knew you'd be there.
Now my own children feel MY stare.

Never knowing that in my heart,
I feel the sadness awaiting their future depart.

For one day, I will have to say good bye,
Just as you did with my sisters and I.

But with this sadness, there is happiness too,
For they will always need me,
Just as I will always need you.

My childhood is over but my need for you will never end,
You are a Mother, Grandmother, Guide and Friend.


Details | Ballade | |

A Mother Like No OTher

I sing of a special mother
One like no other
One bothered about another

A mother who smiles and care
One who did nothing but share
It is great to know she is always there

When tear drops she brought a toy
Her whispers sparkles unceasing joy
Her love is stronger than the Helen of Troy

You taught me from wrong to right
You taught me the difference between darkness and light
You taught me to recite the Lord’s Prayer day and night

Envelope yourself in a mothers Love
For she is like an angel from above
Never trade her love for the price of a dove

As we celebrate all mothers in a special way
Thank you for your fidelity, even when we went astray
And above all, thank you for what we are today

He grants the barren woman a home, Like a joyful mother of children.
Praise the LORD! Ps 113:9


Details | Lyric | |

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 




Details | Narrative | |

We Are There With You

You do not stand alone in your Battle
Your battle is our Battle
We may not be there in body
But we are there with you in Spirit

We are there in every beat of your Heart
In every whisper of the wind
In every thought and every touch
Every breath and every sound
We are there with you

You are wrapped in an Endless chain of Love
In every link we each send you a part of us
We send you some of our Strength
Some of our will to Fight
Some of our Courage
The most important of them all
We send you all of our Love

If you feel you need more
Just give that Endless chain a little tug
And we'll be there
Tug til you need us no more
Then we'll know you've gone Home
 


______________________________________________________________________
5/09/2014 Dedicated to my Aunt Nini, Wilma Thomas Gamble for Mother's Day. Sadly she lost her Battle w/ Stage 4 Pancreatic Cancer on 5/30/2014.


Details | Narrative | |

Scars Left Behind

Story of a boy.....

I was to go to bed at 8 that night
When there was firing at the door,
Heard mom gasp,"God save my son."
I had no idea of what was in store.
We ran to the basement and shut it tight,
Mom pointed to the passage where dad hauls in wood
Sternly commanded me to go
While still as stone there she stood.
The sinners banged the door hard,
Through the passage there was just room for me to fit
So I sat down and shook my head,
There was no way that on my mother I'd quit.
She looked at me in the eye and gave me a kiss
And said,"Darling please listen to me,
I love you so very much
As fast as you can, do get to daddy."
'I'll get Dad' I thought and started to crawl,
I had to hurry,the door had almost gave way too
Noticed a sharp thing in the way and stopped,
But mom, in haste pushed me through.
I yelped in pain as iron cut my arm,
But what hurt me more was the door falling with a 'thud'.
Scars on my soul left me nightmares for years to come
Mom's cries and final scream echoing as I ran in the mud.
Fifteen years later, in the same but better town,
I show my arm to my wife and say
"If not for these scars I was left with
I would be with mom today."

-Sadaf Syed


Details | List | |

Qualities of Health Engendering Women

They see strengths
Not the limitations
These are people who will make you proud of yourself
They will tell you why you’re special
Trust you to the point you have to answer their expectations
They make you better than you normally are
You can be proud of yourself
They respect you 
For what you’ve done
Where you’ve come from
They see what you’ve experienced something real
Respect you for your courage
They live by their rules
They do not expect you to follow theirs
They are at peace to themselves
They are not proving anything to you
They are good listeners
Sincere in their interest in you
You feel important
They are available for honest
Genuine discussion
Makes you want to share yourself


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My Mommy

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


Details | Rhyme | |

The Happy Dress

It’s a mother-in-law’s right, her prerogative 
To ‘drop in’ on her son almost any time,
But a mother-in-law should always be prepared
For almost anything she may find.

So, Mother Cready dropped in unannounced;
But as she approached her son’s front door,
Suddenly it opened.  “Ta Da!  Do you like my happy dress?”
His young wife stood there in her ‘all in all’…nothing more.

“Oh, my word!” Mother Cready exclaimed with surprise.
“Why are you naked?  Are you insane?”
Just as surprised, the young wife pulled her inside.
“Please, Mother Cready…if you’ll just let me explain.

You see, when Mac has had a rough day,
When he’s been under a lot of stress,
Sometimes I meet him at the door
With a smile and a kiss in my happy dress.

It always relaxes him and makes him happy,
Then he makes me very happy too.
It works for Mac and me, Mother Cready;
Maybe it would work for you.”

“We’re too old for such.” scoffed Mother Cready.
“Perhaps if we were young like the two of you.”
But, on her way home, she decided
She was definitely going to try it too.

So, she bathed and put on some nice perfume,
Fixed her make-up and her hair.
She was thinking some very sexy thoughts,
But she had to hurry…no time to spare.

She heard her husband’s car in the driveway;
And as he approached their front door,
She threw it open.  “Ta Da! Do you like my happy dress?"
She stood there in her ‘all in all’…nothing more.

She saw a little grimace cross his face,
But that was not the worst.
Then he said, “I appreciate your happy dress, my dear;
But maybe you should have ironed it first.”

ALTERNATE LAST VERSE

“Well…your ‘happy dress’ could use some ironing;
But my birthday suit could use some starch.”
He kissed her. “Bet you and I can work it out.”;
And off to bed they marched.


Details | Rhyme | |

Mother

She is strong but also weak
with that beautiful smile
so graceful and meek
Her touch is soft
and her words ever so sweet
Never a dull moment
always bright and sometimes lenient
with a positive outlook
even when it's clearly out of the books
She wipes the tears, and forces the smiles
touches the heart
and never you dare cross her child
Mother, Mama, Mom, Mommy
the many names that she goes by
All quite fitting for the warrior inside
with the love giving and super healing ways
she never makes a mistake
Even when you thought she was wrong
give it a day and you'll realize exactly what she was trying to say all along ( you soon realize she was right all along)
She is the all knowing, all loving, super talented and magical gift from the God above


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My name is Catastrophe

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


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Midnight Lullaby

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | I do not know? | |

Sweet Mom

It began with a kiss of love
graduated to nine months of
mixed feelings which ended
in hours of horrible pains and
regrets.
In the sight of your babe came a
sincere smile of success.
You didn't know how strong you
were Mom.

No shock absorber could have been better.
You stayed strong like a giant Iroko tree
in the midst of turbulent winds of life
You are my hero mama.
You patiently carried on the tedious
job of nursing regardless of burdens
and pains,
Denied yourself comfort to make me happy.
Your baby I will always be.

Mummy you are sweet, tender
and loving.
You are indeed a blissful bridge to the paradise
I know.
Sweet Mom.


Details | I do not know? | |

A Story My Mother Told Me

someone always told me this with tears in her eyes...


(for Lata Sethi's late-mother, who was my mother’s ‘sister’ and who took us all into her heart, and for Lata and Ravi Sethi of Defence Colony, New Delhi)


a wife left South Africa in the 1960’s to join her husband 
who was in exile at the time...

in 1970 the husband was sent by the African National Congress to India to be its representative there...

the husband and wife spent two years in Bombay...

one afternoon the husband fell and broke his leg...

the wife knocked on their neighbour’s door, in an apartment complex in Bombay

the neighbour was an old Punjabi lady...

the wife asked the neighbour for a doctor to see to the injured husband...

a Parsi ‘Bone-Setter’ was promptly summoned...

the husband still recalls his anxiety of seeing ‘Bone-Setter’ written on the Parsi gentleman’s bag...

by the way, the ‘Bone-Setter’ worked his ancient craft and surprisingly for the husband, his broken leg healed quite soon...

but still on that day, while the ‘Bone-Setter’ was seeing to the husband...

the wife and the old Punjabi lady from next door got to talking about this and that and where these new Indian-looking wife and husband were from as their accents were clearly not local...

the wife told the elderly Punjabi lady that the husband worked for the African National Congress of South Africa and had left to serve the ANC from exile...

and that they had left their two children behind in South Africa and that they were now essentially political refugees...

the Punjabi lady broke down and wept uncontrollably...

she told the foreign woman that she too had had to leave her home in Lahore in 1947 and flee to India with only the clothes on her back when the partition of the subcontinent took place and Pakistan was formed and at a time when Hindus from Pakistan fled to India and vice versa...

the Punjabi lady then asked the foreign woman her name...

‘Zubeida’, but you can call me ‘Zubie’...

the Punjabi woman hugged Zubie some more, and the two women, seperated by age and geography, wept, sharing a shared pain...

the Punjabi woman told Zubie that she was her ‘sister’ from that day on, and that she felt that pain of exile and forced migration and what being a refugee felt like...

Zubie and her husband Mosie became the closest of friends with the Hindu Punjabi neighbours who were kicked out of Pakistan by Muslims...

then came the time for Mosie and Zubie to leave for Delhi where the African National Congress office was based...

the elderly Punjabi lady and Mosie and Zubie said their goodbyes...

a year or two later, the elderly Punjabi lady’s daughter Lata married Ravi Sethi and the couple moved to Delhi...

the elderly Punjabi lady called Zubie and told her that her daughter was coming to Delhi to live and that she had told Lata, her daughter that she had a ‘sister’ in Delhi...

Lata and Ravi Sethi then moved to Delhi...

This was in the mid-1970’s...

Lata and Zubie became the closest of friends and that bond stayed true, and stays true till today, though Zubie is no more, and the elderly Punjabi lady is no more...

the son and the husband still have a bond with Lata and Ravi Sethi...

a bond that was forged between Hindu and Muslim and between two continents across the barriers of creed and time...

a bond strong and resilient, forged by the pain and trauma of a shared experience...

and that is why, and I shall never stop believing this, that hope shines still, for with all the talk of this and of that, and of that and of this, there will always be a simple woman, somewhere, anywhere, who would take the ‘other’ in as a sister, a fellow human...

and that is why there will always be hope...
hope in the midst of this and of that and of that and of this...

hope...


(for Lata Sethi's late-mother, who was my mother’s ‘sister’ and who took us all into her heart, and for Lata and Ravi Sethi of Defence Colony, New Delhi)


Details | Free verse | |

The Old Salt

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



Details | Sonnet | |

Mom

Can I tell you, Mom, that I love you?
You smile so bright it lights up a room,
I can’t help appreciate all that you do,
Like you make luscious flowers bloom.
Rough winds do try to shake your beauty,
You stand tight and hold steady.
Raising me was your solemn duty,
When being there for me, you were always ready. 
But though your age, your job shall not end,
For your job as a mother will be vigorous,
 You will always have a helping hand to lend,
And that is why you’re marvelous!
When your brown hair gets all white and gray,
I’ll be there to help you like you do today.


Details | Free verse | |

Mother and son

I cherish you,
If you cherish me.

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

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

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


Details | I do not know? | |

Mother

You’ve been in my life from the start
Even though at times we’ve had to part
And it may not always be shown or heard
But when I mention love, it’s not just a word
It’s a million memories, probably more
A soft touch, a slammed door
It’s a quickly regretted fight
And thinking up an apology all that night
It’s the first hint of a proud smile
That makes the struggle worth the while
It’s a river, an ocean of shed tears
As you’ve helped me conquer my fears
It’s being grown and still holding your hand
Because you’re the one who gives me strength to stand
It’s knowing how to carry on once I’m grown
Because of all the love you’ve shown
And still needing you in my life
To help me make sense of all the strife


Details | Free verse | |

Grandma Was Dancing

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Limerick | |

New Life

Hiding in mummy's tummy, kicking happily away
 I'm kissing you warmly, clapping and singing in play
 They say in a few weeks
 I'll be able to kiss  your new cheeks
 I can't wait for the morning I'll lift you in a sway

(c) Nyonglema


Details | Rhyme | |

candy

My friend (Brandy) 
Got some candy, 
From her mother (ma) .

My friend (Brandy) 
Got more candy, 
from her brother (Bro) .

My friend (Brandy) 
Got lots of candy, 
From her grandpa (Pa) .

She got a tooth ake
Is it a mistake! ! ? ? 



Details | Light Poetry | |

My mother

Her Father and brother appear smaller and smaller
through the tear blurred back window of the Austin A40
the separation of Mother and Father was for her good...

so they said.

The memory scars the heart
dulls the feminine senses.

These graves in the mind
bring her strength of soul.

The wisdom of her times
are transferred by affection and not words of advice.

Her flowered kitchen apron
expresses her love and mind.

Her faith in Christ: her strength yet purpose 
are preached by wordless sermonettes.

This is a life that reaches 
deep into the unreachable .

No fuss
But chivalrous.


Details | Pantoum | |

A picture of a sub-division-w

My sub-division is called the place of old people                     
There’re no young people in their formative age                 
With no kids but only single mom or dad in ample              
Known as the place of aged people of suffrage.                     

There’re no young people in their formative age           
To regenerate returning to their homes in picture                        
Known as the place of aged people of suffrage                                 
With no ambitions of the present or the future.                    

To regenerate returning to their homes in picture                        
No grown-ups with fervent hope and ambition                 
With no ambitions of the present or the future                    
But it’s place the with self-obsessed bohemian.                    

No grown-ups with fervent hope and ambition                   
Bothering no more for diapers no happy mother                        
But it is the place with self-obsessed bohemian.                   
To take children around to play no happy father.                      


Bothering no more for diapers no happy mother                        
With no kids but only single mom or dad ample                  
To take children around to play no happy father.                      
My sub-division is called a place of old people.  

                          ********
Rhyme Scheme: ABCD, BEDF, EGFH, GIHJ, ICJA.
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Seventh place winner
Dr. Ram Mehta
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the story of my life

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


Details | I do not know? | |

The Women



The Women



(for the countless women, names unknown, who bore the brunt of Apartheid, and who fought the racist system at great cost to themselves and their families, and for my mother, Zubeida Moolla)



Pregnant, your husband on the run,
your daughter, a child, a few years old,

they hauled you in, these brutish men,
into the bowels of Apartheid's racist hell.



They wanted information, you gave them nothing,
these savage men, who skin happened to be lighter,

and white was right in South Africa back then,

but, you did not cower, you stood resolute,

you, my mother, faced them down, their power,
their 'racial superiority', their taunts, their threats.



You, my mother, would not, could not break,

You stood firm, you stood tall.

You, like the countless mothers did not break, did not fall.



You told me many things, of the pains, the struggles,

the scraping for scraps, the desolation of separation
from your beloved Tasneem and your beloved Azad,

my elder sister and brother, whom I could not grow
up with, your beloved children separated by time, by place,

by monstrous Apartheid, by brutish men,
whose skin just happened to be lighter.



You told me many things, as I grew older,
of the years in exile, of the winters that grew ever colder.

You were a fighter, for a just cause,
like countless other South African women,

you sacrificed much, you suffered the pangs,
of memories that cut into your bone, your marrow,

you resisted a system, an ideology, brutal and callous and narrow.



Yes, you lived to see freedom arrive, yet you suffered still,
a family torn apart, and struggling to rebuild a life,

all the while, nursing a void, that nothing could ever fill.



I salute you, mother, as I salute the nameless mothers,

the countless sisters, daughters, women of this land,
who fought, sacrificing it all for taking a moral stand.



I salute you, my mother, and though you have passed,
your body interred in your beloved South African soil,

you shall remain, within me, an ever-present reminder,

of the cost of freedom, the struggles, the hunger, the toil.


I salute you!



(for the brave women of South Africa, of all colours,
who fought against racial discrimination and Apartheid)






Details | Prose Poetry | |

Mom

I love you with all my heart we will never be worlds apart

If by chance you went away

Please just trust in what i say

Your in my heart each and everyday

My love for you will always stay and it will never sway

Even if time stood still my love for you never will

You are my hero I must admit and that I will not forget

You held my hand when I was in pain and it was not in vein

I could not ask for more

Your the reason I was born...


Details | Chant Royal | |

Mama I thought of you today

Mama I thought of you today
By Lawrence M Nunez

Mama I thought of you today,
Couldn’t help but remember your sweet smile
And soft whisper as you lay on your bed
I prayed the Lord for comfort and peace 
That you these days may live by grace.
For now we know by your work stained hands 
We surely are blessed 

Mama I thought of you today,
When as a child you held my hand
As I walked through life little troubles
You told me you can’t fight my battles 
But to stand, fight and defend myself
Don’t you start any fights you said, but don’t get beat up
Surely I am blessed, to have a mama like you.

Mama I thought of you today,
When as a teenager fresh out of high school
I came home my first job I wanted to quit
You said my child you have to stoop before you can kick
Reluctantly I returned, endured and worked hard
You taught me the value of hard work
Today I am blessed with the virtues you taught

Mama I thought of you today	
Manly I stand, spouse and kids at my side,
Well molded and shaped for success.
Though it was rough, today with pride I smile,
As I stop and think of the wisdom you did impart.
The unconditional love you treasured in your heart,
I am blessed to share today with family and friends.

Mama I thought of you today,
As I knelt by my bed to pray
I thank the good Lord for the times we had
When you thought me how tovlive, love and pray
Now I pray the Lord to smile on you
To hold your hands and comfort you
As I whisper, mama I love you


Details | Classicism | |

My Weakness made perfect

As we have all come to know and accept
That within certain parameters we find ourselves trapped
It’s either you’re stuck with wearing pants to rule and impress
Or socially considered inferior and wearing a dress
Well, I for one, fortunately belong to the latter
However, at the excruciating sensation of being perpetually overlooked, I shudder

For I know my worth exceeds that of just another fine lady
A woman who ignores harsh Reality and hides behind a smile, looking dandy
A conformist, being looked down on by what is called a man
So from this awkward position of helplessness, to remove myself without delay is my plan
This feeling of constantly being emotionally and socially dormant
Exhausts me – utterly drains my energy, to be used as a dusty doormat

Then carelessly, I am cast into a sea of vulnerability
Viewed by society as a mere object of instability
I, being of greater value, will remove myself from behind Male’s shadow
For I refuse, the social norm of this world, to follow
Even though seen as nothing, for myself I have respect
And to the world, my greatest strengths I shall reflect

Because I possess rare beauty that goes deeper than the skin
So onto my strengths, I shall trustingly lean
Where man exhibits his pompous ways I humbly outshine
For I am a woman of worth and that, the beauty in me shall always define
As a woman, I am made perfect in my weakness
For I thrive, where man tries his best to impress


Details | Free verse | |

My Darling Girl, My Black-Eyed Susan

My Darling Girl, 

your big dark eyes  met mine

against your pale skin and yellow hair

this name sang in my heart, Susan,

my Black-Eyed Susan.

A wild flower you’ll be, you’ll be a

kind friend,

loving wife,

strong mother,

sweet grandmother

and always you’ll be

my darling girl, my Black-Eyed Susan


Details | Rhyme | |

A Very Inviting Temptation

A Very Inviting Temptation! I remember of a particular situation. I was offered a very "inviting" temptation. The situation I was in... I didn't belong! And lost any sense of "right and wrong." At first... I felt no guilt or shame. And brought embarrassment to my family's name. I tried to explain this to my wife and kids. I heard; "Dad... please... no more fibs!" The Godly principles were "tossed to the side," As the sin inside caused arrogance and pride. Soon, all in my life that truly mattered... Was gone! My life was empty and shattered! I was sorry for all of the problems I caused! This time... I took a moment to pause. I cried to God to rescue me from my sin. I confessed! Would God help me once again? I read in the Bible of Jesus’ grace and love! This time the help I needed had to come from above! I asked him for a fresh and brand new start. He removed the stain from a broken heart. He restored to me the joy I once had. I'm so blessed! Jesus has made me glad! Jesus is the reason I'm here today! I LOVE HIM more than words can say! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Rhyme | |

Time to Go in loving memory of my mother

My mom was a strong woman, and stubborn too,
Yet she had a soft side, between me and you.
That side she would show, when you least expected,
But let me tell you, she was well respected.

Mom was quite unique, and was one of a kind,
She was set in her ways, so keep that in mind.
The youngest of nine, she had gotten her way,
Spoiled by her siblings’, almost every day.

Right out of high school, she had married my dad,
Blessed with three children, plus fifty years they had.
They both were hard workers, in all that they did,
My dad taught himself, from when he was a kid.

My mom was a smoker, for forty-six years,
Some day it would happen, she’d face all her fears.
Lung cancer she had, and inoperable too,
Her time on this earth, would be shortened we knew.

Radiation and Chemo, had done their thing,
Remission set in, tears of joy it did bring.
We would go out at night, to shop and to talk,
I knew she enjoyed, getting out for a walk.

Two years had gone by, after Thanksgiving Day,
Her pain had returned, but was afraid to say.
She’d lie on the couch; it was strength she did lack,
We knew in our hearts, that the cancer came back.

We shared lots of laughter, but many a tear,
I tried to assure her, she’d nothing to fear.
“Please watch over your dad, this one thing I ask.”
“I know it will be, quite a difficult task.”

One morning in March, Hospice called us to say,
You may want to come, for she’s slipping away.
For the night before, mom told me to stay home,
“Be there for your kids, you can call me by phone.”

When we all arrived, for a moment she woke,
Her eyes said it all, not a word had she spoke.
We stayed by her bedside, just holding her hand,
“It’s time to let go mom, we all understand”.

A few days had passed, not ready to let go,
For it had been raining, but letting up slow.
The sun began shining, the clouds disappeared,
Opening the heavens, for mom’s time has neared.

We gathered together, her forehead we kissed,
Whispering so softly, how much she’d be missed.
“Your time has arrived mom, just follow the light”,
She left us so peaceful, she gave up her fight.

It was time to drive home, in the car we got,
Then something had happened, while leaving the lot.
Huge drops of rain falling, it had to be fate.
They were tears of joy; she was at heaven’s gate.


Details | Light Poetry | |

My Mother

My Mother

Oh mother!! You are such a blessing in my life,
That I hardly ever had to bother,
to share my feelings with nother.
                        You gave me 2 sisters one after the other,
                       And have done every little thing to make my life smoother,
                      Always gave me strength to put my shattered hopes together.
Life would have been harder,
if you were not standing by my side.
Your efforts never let my dreams fade,
even with small-big mistakes I made.
                                         When I was trying hard, you were trying harder
                                          clearing my path off any boulder.
                                          Every time I cried, giving me a shoulder,
                                          Every time I lied, becoming a scolder.
       
Tough conditions on the path of truth and honesty,
With time and people often making me cynical,
Many a times drove you to become self-critical,
But you never failed to understand my pain,
whether it was emotional or physical.

                  You put your interests on back-foot,
                  So I could pursue mine.
                  I've seen you make sacrifices so that your kids could always shine.
                  I’m sure GOD the ALMIGHTY has created only one such mother,
                       And she’s mine, she’s mine, she’s mine.


Details | Rhyme | |

Please Don't Die

I hoped that there would be more days
I hoped there'd be more years
But this pain I'm feeling within my heart
keeps drawing up these fears

This cancer you have wants to take you away
I don't want to say goodbye
Please Mom, please Mom
please don't die

I know that you can beat this
I know you can somehow 
I need you here with me
I need you here right now

I know you can get through this
Just fight it, just try
Please Mom, please Mom
please don't die

The life you lived upon this earth
was never long enough
You have made it through everything till now
Cause' you have always been so tough

I don't want to have to miss you
I don't want to have to cry
So, Please Mom,  please Mom
please don't die


By Roger Horsch


Details | Free verse | |

Will We Know Him

Will We Know Him?

Will we know Him if He stood in front of us?
If He walked by us on the street?
Will we know Him?
If we have a chance to meet Him in our  lifetime?
In that split second that we meet Him?
Our eyes met for the first time?
Will we know Him?
Yes reading the moment we stood side by side?
Our smiles are very clear
Our heart jumps around
Yes we do know Him?
That look, and that feeling
When we know we've found our home
Yes we do know Him
Yes we know what to say to Him
As we walk away together
Yes we know Him as He knows us His children
We are finally together

Rev. Samuel Mack, OMS
Copyright 2013

http:paladinnews1.blogspot.com


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

The Rain and Wind

The wind blew events all over the place.
Intense emotions and it gave chase.
Lightning lighting to show us the sky.
People try to sleep and not cry.
Wisping by the wind keeps us awake.
The time trying to sleep the storms take.
Chills in everyone gives all shiver.
The clouds surrounded by moonlight is silver.
Heavenly prayers that the rain will stop.
The flood stopped a car the person in it was a cop.
People have seen such devastation.
The road that people made was week in creation.
Rivers near by was over flowing.
Trees that were there was not showing.
By the hour it claimed many.
My father woke up and did not see any.
Floating by was a boat.
Keeping people above water and a float.
My father kept a canoe.  
That some day we would use it, that he knew.
Time to paddle up and down the street.
The rain water kept getting on our seat.
It was so dark after the moon was behind the cloud.
Still the noise of thunder still covered the ears loud.
The smell of moist water never seem to go away.
My brothers seem to still sleep anyway.
My head was bobbing up and down.
I was so tired that I could not hear a sound.
The wind blew back and fourth.
It seems that my mom and dad paddle their worth.
Till all the people we saw with grace.
Help us out with embrace.
The time was so late at night.
Everyone was so sleepy and losing sight.
The fight with the weather was so hectic.
The feelings of energy was electric.
Losing to such natural disaster is hard to understand.
When people working hard to block the river with bags of sand.
With hard workers like my mom and dad.
They make things happen that is not bad.
Rough with weather they experience more than ever.
Leaders they are they are very clever.
From the night light of street lights to the morning glow.
The wind did not stop so.
Bringing in more clouds that ill.
The people who were still tired still had will.
The rush of water and waves blasting push the wall side.
Pushing and the force brought water inside.
The battle of our hour was getting long.
Backup people came to aid us was strong.
Rested they were to keep everyone with hope.
The people stopped the water with the strength of rope.
Heavy rain and loss of homes bring people together.
It is kind of sad that this was the only time to gather.
Chaos comes happiness how true.
This is why we are human that gives us a clue.
It is our nature to keep rain falling.
To know when it is time for our calling.
The winds bring such pain and sorrow.
That is why rain sometimes fallow.








Details | Rhyme | |

Fly

You said you'd always be there, but how long will that last?
I'm over here living the present and preparing for the future,
while you're still stuck in the past.
I don't want to do this, but I guess I have no choice.
Keep on sitting there silently, but I still have a voice.
I'll tell you how I'm feeling, then after I will disappear.
The sound of my fading footsteps will be the last thing, from me, you'll hear.
My wings have grown, so it's time for me to soar.
I waited for you to teach me, but that's not an option, not anymore.
Just know you'll never be forgotten, you'll always be in my heart.
But I can't reach the finish line if I never start.


Details | Free verse | |

For you Mom

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


Details | Rhyme | |

No Job Can't Pay the Bills TRY JESUS


Here I sit, uncertain of what lies ahead.
I’m still wondering how my family will be fed.

I once had a job that provided a sense of “security.”
Now I don’t…  And I have a lot of uncertainty!

I have unpaid bills, and I’m not sure what to do.
I’ve asked for help.  But not sure who to turn to!

I get discouraged, and feel life “pulling me down.”
I’ve tried just about every job that’s in town.

The dreams I had, have been shattered and smashed.
At times, I feel like I’m just “a piece of trash.”

My wife tried to support me, the best that she can.
But she doesn’t know me…  Or even understands!

Dear Jesus…  You’re the only left that I haven’t tried.
There’s been many nights I laid awake and cried!

I read in the Bible, where your love for me is real!
When I call on your name...  There’s a love I can feel!

Whatever happens, please help me Lord, to trust you!
Whatever tomorrow holds, may I still love you!

I know that you’re a foundation, that I can stand on!
Jesus is a friend!  That I can always depend on!

Jesus, if I lose everything that I have or that I hold on to...
My I always remember your faithfulness
 and never forget you!

Here I stand… With my burdens lifted from me!
It’s because of Jesus!  And how much he loves me!

I praise HIS name!  And lift my hands to the sky!
He’s in control now!  I don’t have to ask the reason why!

Jesus…  Please take control of my worries and desires!
Above all of my problems, I lift your name up higher!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Free verse | |

My Gift

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

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

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


Details | Rhyme | |

A Poem for Mama

A Poem for Mama

Gnarled hands that caressed a dozen face,
Wrinkled eyes of aging, a woman full of grace.
Through thick and thin, she stood by me,
Lucky and grateful, ‘til death I will be.

When I was younger, she would say,
“build your dreams, never fall astray”.
Those words she uttered, I pondered thoroughly,
The principles she taught, I followed faithfully.

I tumbled, I stumbled, as years went on,
She never left me, from dusk ‘til dawn.
My teenage struggles, the heartbreak it brought,
Instead of judging, my feelings she thought.

Sooner I recovered, I matured, I grew,
In her arms I mended, all bitterness I threw.
She made me realize, that love is not life,
Beyond relationships, true happiness rife.

Now I’m full-grown, by myself I can rise,
Due to her guidance, I’m prudent and wise.
My mother, my hero, can’t compare you to the rest,
It’s true what they say, that mother knows best.


Details | Rhyme | |

Daddys Coming Home

My Daddy’s coming home, he promised Mom and me
He told us not to worry; he was safe as he could be
He’ll wear his vest and helmet and stay out of the crowd
My Daddy’s in the Army and he serves his country proud
It’s just another tour he said like the ones before
My Daddy’s coming home some day but today he is at war

We didn’t hear from Daddy, though he said he’d call each day
My Mommy said don’t worry but let’s kneel down and pray
We thank God for our Daddy and to keep him safe and warm
Like he did the last time and back in Desert Storm
We tell God that we love him and that all we’re praying for
Is Daddy coming someday but today he is at war

We haven’t heard from Daddy; it seems for quite a while
We still kneel down and pray for him but Mommy’s lost her smile
Friends keep coming over and they pray with her too
My Mommy looks so tired and sad; I don’t know what to do
Today my Mom was crying when she hung up the phone
She said that was the Army and their sending Daddy home

I said let’s pray for Daddy and knelt down by her side
She didn’t help me with the words; she just knelt down and cried
I knew something had happened but I was scared to ask
I asked God to take over; he handles all those tasks
Then I got this funny feeling, my Daddy’s not alone
He’s with some fallen soldiers and God’s bringing them back home

My Daddy’s going home today like he promised Mom and me
Home to be with Jesus for all eternity


With Memorial Day coming up, I thought I would share this with all of you.  IF you 
like this check out my poems - A Little Hill IN Arlington and MIA Hill


Details | Narrative | |

Granny And Your last glass of water

He starts singing songs of Ireland and we are home in a jiffy
"What's a jiffy," my mother wonders
"Guess  where we went Granny?"
"I don't know but I have a feeling you are gonna tell me," answers my grandmother
"And Don't call me Granny!"
"We went to church so Poppy could ask secret questions."
"The priest gave Poppy a shot and a beer and Poppy sent me next store and he gave me money for  taffy."
"He told me not to tell anyone especially you about the priest cause it's only for the priests ears."
"He said God would take away taffy and I'd never get another goodie and God would strike me dead if I told."
"So I can't tell anyone."
"He did," and she starts yelling and grabs a weapon,"what kind of idiot would be scaring a little child?"
Granny is standing on  Poppy's toes and and asking him questions of where he'd been and getting a sniff of his breath
"So what did you tell  the priest and him giving you consolation and a shot and beer."
"That little rat ," and thinks about the money for candy
Later, Granny is chasing Poppy with that big iron frying pan and poppy running and singing
"In Heaven they have no beer, that's why we drink it here."
"You damn fool I'm gonna bust you in the head, "and throws the pan at his head
And later
Cousin Francis has bill collectors come to the house looking for him
Granny was four foot seven  inches and she starts kicking him in the shin
My Mother grabs his Dick Tracy hat and she jumps on it and flattens it
I ask my mom where I was when this happened and she pauses
" You were in Heaven Patrick waiting with your brother!"
The truancy officers bang on the door and want to know where Uncle Charles is
Granny shrugs and says, "He is upstairs and the sound of the window going up sounds
They all run upstairs and see Uncle sliding down the tree and running as fast as his
seven year legs can move
He comes home later that evening holding a goose under his arm
And Poppy has a soft-boiled goose egg for breakfast every morning
I ask Uncle what happened to that goose and He said,"one day he came home  and
they had chicken for dinner."
And Poppy was gone to heaven to get me and my brother ready Mom says
And Granny sits my brother and me on her lap and says,"you two knuckleheads listen up."
"This is very important so don't forget it."
"Treat people the way you want to be treated, because you never know who is going to hand you your last glass of water"


Details | Couplet | |

I NEED A MOM

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


Details | Narrative | |

The Misery of Poem Writing

I sat there staring at the screen
Thinking about lunch
Feeling very lean

I sat there still
Letters taunting me
Staring out the window sill

All I got was Nature staring back
Mocking me completely
I grew so slack

Haiku’s flashed through my head
So short and sweet
Frustrated, I went out to my shed

But narrative poetry that I must
 Haiku’s so less sticky
My heads about to bust

Haiku’s I pressed on
The boss said otherwise
So much I think I might go eat a flan

Who’s this boss?
Master of school and more
Salad she did toss

She who is the bomb
Yet stern as a stone
She is known as my wonderful mom

What shall I ever do
Going through such misery
I shall go watch Winnie the pooh

Going to the big screen
I watched away
But I must return to my previous scene

Back at the small screen I ate a skittle 
Procrastinating much
Thinking little


Finally arriving at the last
I think about Haiku’s
But I actually had a blast

In the yard I see our gnome
Standing there alone
Telling me to end my narrative poem


Details | Couplet | |

Happy Mother's Days

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


Details | Choka | |

Mother from start to forever

Mother your the first.
  I was able to feel close,
  while hearing your warm heart beat.
  You heard my voice ring
  loud as soon as I could speak.
  I saw you then, amazement.
Mother you were there.
  When I found feet under me,
  bruises, scrapes eased with care.
  For each test I passed,
  as I grew over the years.
  Your guidance I cherished so.
Mother here now.
  You see who I have become.
  The child you raised has their own.
  With happy visits.
  Your spoiling grand kids with love,
  each adoring you as I.
Mother forever.
  In all the hearts you have touched.
  In all the thoughts of good times.
  In all my actions.
  I do love you so dearly,
  that you'll always be my guide


Details | Narrative | |

Female Companion

                                                     She is so typical
                                                           So critical
                                                   For most part difficult

                                   I never really could grasp her in such way
                                       She just wants me to some how stay
                               She comes to my man cave and makes me obey

                                          Shy she was and now I am scared
                                              In such way I almost cared
                              She thinks she can do everything for me I swear

                         She makes me guess everyday but I keep on believing
     Because it is fun to give her a kiss, while she does not know when she is sleeping
                She stresses out but I will tell her my love for her keeps deepening

                So for the most part I just keep her close to make her smile and me
                                When I do things I do it for her it is always a key
            Call me romantic or call me stupefied, but it makes her so, so, sooo, happy


Details | ABC | |

you dont listen

you think I got listen to you, 
you just my kids father,
there noting between me and you,
it seem the words take you back to court is your favorite words,
get this Sheena Shenia Jackson isn't scare of no court system or even you,
its just a word that is there, 
so if you ask me you just things to make women scared im not scare of you like I use to,
I have became stronger and wiser, 
I have the Lord behind me, 
I believe in him very strong,
so if you want to bring me back to court lets do this now, 
you are just a man that God put on this earth, 
and I fear no man, no woman and no body, 
I am a King child forever,

by : Sheena Shenia Jackson 
May 23, 2013


Details | Rhyme | |

Mum's Christmas Dinner

She stays awake for hours, cutting Xs in the sprouts,
Then peels all the tatties, a ton or thereabouts,
Slicing and dicing parsnips is next up in the plan,
Chops up carrots and a swede, and put them in a pan,
Mixes up her sage and onion and stuffs it in the bird,
Along with some pork sausage meat that’s been pre-prepared,
She takes apart the oven, to fit the turkey in,
Hangs it up with bits of string, there’s no room in the tin,
Wraps sausages in bacon, in case they catch a chill,
But makes sure they‘re all cooked thoroughly, so the family won’t get ill,
Cooks the bird for hours, while the table’s being laid,
With all the finest crockery (and some of lower grade),
Makes space around the table, brings in extra chairs,
Adorns the place with candles and other Christmas wares,
Lays out a Christmas cracker in everybody’s place,
Complete with rather tacky joke, no doubt of a straight face,
And brings out all the condiments, the pickles and the sauce,
The salt and pepper, the mustard and radish known as “horse”,
Next she makes the starter, the simplest course by far,
A cocktail made up of prawns and a sauce out of a jar.
The family then all piles in, and argues over seats,
The children are already full of chocolates and treats,
Grandmother is mumbling, “Kids should be seen not heard”,
Meanwhile back in the kitchen Mum’s wrestling with the bird,
She tries to carve up slices, but ends up with turkey chunks,
While Dad and Gramps have become a pair of Christmas drunks,
They start an argument about which wine goes with the meat,
And restless children run around, not staying in their seat,
Mother tries to keep her calm and bravely soldiers on,
But the roasties are all blackened and the sprouts are over done,
Mum enters the dining room looking very puffed,
She throws the turkey down and shouts ,“There you go! Get stuffed!”


18th November 2012


Details | Free verse | |

Cuddle Babies Replay Memory

I remember the day Trixie died,
Sinbad staring out upon her grave.
No crying, just day after day, homage.

I couldn’t stand seeing the pain,
Nothing I did, petting, holding,
Could bring him away from the grave.

So down to the pet store I drove
Hoping for a partner to please
And found a pair of cuddles, babies

Arms wrapped together in play
One black one orange which should it be?
Orange like Sinbad or black?

But how could I take one from another
Leave another hole, so black and orange
Babies two, drew Sinbad back over

To sleep the peaceful sleep of cuddles
Warmth from another, held like a mother
Or held like a father, Sinbad was mine

Once more we could live in happy cheer
Death deserted from our midst
When the wonder of youth appeared.


Details | Abecedarian | |

MOTHER-GOD WE SEE


the 10 months inside my mom, i was happy.
when i came out first, i came with a heavy cry.
its not for that i born in this world.
its for giving heavy untolerable pain for mother.
even though she didn't hurt me.
she lifted me and kissed me at once with a deep love.
she took care of me by losing her all happiness, only for me. 
she holded my hands and made me to walk, 
and she taught me to look forward in this world.
she laughed when i laughed and,
she cried when i cried.
she taught me everything, which always helped me to stand in my own feet.
the day will come, which will make me to be your mother, 
and you will be my child.
that's the time when you become old.
that time i ll give you double love and affection which you gave for me,
and i ll take care of you mom.
i will make you to feel proud of me.
i love you mom.


Details | Rhyme | |

What I Look For In A Home


I’m sure that home to many has a different meaning. It depends what kind of life they’ve been receiving. There are those with memories of hurt and pain. Some may not want to mention their families name. Others have childhood memories they are fond of. They may have a family that they’re proud of! I think that in many cases, home is not what people see. It has a lot of importance. Both to you and me! What home means to me is to have our family together. And ask the Lord to bless it, with his love forever! God gave me a wife and children to take care of. May I not do things that I’d be ashamed of! I invite YOU Jesus, to be the head of our home! May we come together as a family, around your throne! May our family serve one another as we should. May the truths of God’s word be applied and understood! May the Lord help us to get along, with our imperfections. May God’s word be our “road map,” for needed direction! There’s no perfect home. Believe me! I know it! When it comes to family time… We all need to show it! Unless the lord builds the home… They labor in vain that build it! Let’s seek God’s blessing! So his love can completely fill it! Please come Jesus! And fill our home today! May our home be honored by what we do and say! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Ballade | |

Wherever she is tell her

Wherever she is tell her

Tell her she is a woman so strong
Her words are always never wrong
Tell her this I said
Tell her every word I obeyed.

Tell that good woman
That I am now a man
Her wisdom flows in me
Opens my eyes to see
Tell her wherever she is
Tell her I said this.

She raised me up
Breast fed me on her lap
To correct me pinched my ear
She wiped my every tear
Tell her I am now a man
Tell that good woman.

Mother of four
Her I will live for
Her care
I will share
Her wisdom I will pass on
Till I too pass on
Tell her.

Tell her happy I am
with her words in my ear drum
Her wisdom in my mind
Her love in my heart so kind
Tell mother her son
will shine bright like the sun
Tell that good woman
Her son is a man.


Details | I do not know? | |

mama

mama how do i tell you its bad again
how the voices are telling me its okay to hurt
they want me to fall
to fall from the top of buildings 
and not get up
but don't worry mama
i plan to shut them up

mama how do i explain how the pain has returned
all you wanted was me to be better
i tried and tried and tried and tried
but in the end, the crazy won
they drive me crazy to no end
i want to make it stop 
but don't worry mama
i have a plan

mama i cant tell you how it feels
to be sunken to the depths of earth
angels are soaring above me
but their happy gazes hurt
i need this incessant chatter to go
to hurt me, to hate me 
it all feels so real
but don't worry mama
it wont soon

mama i can see the look in your eyes
it hurts me too that this is goodbye 
cant you see this is the only way 
for the voices to vanish but my body stay
goodbye and farewell 
ill miss you so much
but don't cry mama
ill be better now


Details | Free verse | |

mum

to cherish
one moment
is to hold 
something
so dear

in your heart
a golden treasure
like in life
it lives with you

the angel
 whom i cherish
is my mother
who in every day 
she believes 
in me

no matter,
what wrongs i do
this angel 
lives with me
all of my life
in the heart
my mother


Details | Concrete | |

Observer

A serpent underneath blue sky,
in shade of man, in twinkle of an eye,
above brick wall, in the structure, at the floor,
venom of white dove; contaminated food, undrinkable water,
misguided youth, pregnant daughter, unfaithful father and hateful son,
mothers do pray while we walk through Babylon;
on teli and in the press, on top shells,
price none the less, in bedroom and at your door..
dawn of a new day seemed to be dark,
after all.


Details | Haiku | |

What People Were and What People Are

People were
Many things.
Strange or not

People were
Different and
Odd and fun.

People were
Monsters but…
That’s not all

People were
And still are
Strange and odd.

People are
People. For
life is life. 

Yet not.
Not is lies.
Truth seeps from

Every mouth
Lies, lies, lies
Move, move, move

But somehow
Lies prevail.
Lies are life.

Lies are death.
Lies are homes.
Lies are pain.

Lies are truth.
Yet somehow.
Truth prevails.

Truth is life.
Truth is death.
Truth is home.

Truth is pain.
Truth is lie.
Truth is that.

Lies will die.
Lies will cease.
Nevermore.

Truth will live.
Truth will be.
Forever.


Details | Free verse | |

TO MY DEAREST PARENTS

I was in a big world
wherein there's a crowd in every place
I can go on my own
yet, I go to the repeated phase

There are two most important face
that might makes my life's craze
I might see them as a King and a Queen
in a home where they conquer

It's hard to set aside their commands and demands
even if it is too much, their authority is a must
whether I cooperate or disobey their remarks
they're still around, somewhere, to still keep in touch

so even if those Christian people
keep on telling humanities
about how God created everything
I will always owe my life to my King and Queen,
to my dearest parents.


Details | Rhyme | |

BELOVED BLESSING of MIRACLE

pretty amazing to behold,
once of a llfetime story never before been told.
behind all the biggest miracle:
there is a woman in every age,
blessed above all the rest of the mother's,
from the beginning,
ever since time began,
you journeyed and fought a good race,
besides everything that we do,
you are a mother, wife, sister, aunt, and grandma,
because of you,
I am not lost.
you found me on low,
you stood by me in every hurt that I cost.
mother of all heritage,
you beloved are a blessing of all miracles.


Details | Diamante | |

Mother, Father

 
Mother Loving, hard-working Cooking, cleaning, encouraging Power, life, wisdom, experience Working, laughing, teaching Wise, great Father


Details | Narrative | |

Great Grandma Kicked some Butt

When my mother was at the age of thirteen,
A dirty old man asked her to come clean,
He invited her over so she could make a few bucks
When she arrived he was in a black tucks
He was the neighbor across the street,
His wife was at work and he viewed my mom as weak
This man locked the door when my mother arrived,
Went to go kiss her, to feed his sick drive,
My mom ran out the back door and went across the street,
Little did this man know he was in for a “delightful treat!”
My great grandma lived six towns away
My mother called her in a state of panic and disarray
A forty minute drive, granny made it in fifteen
Granny drove her old ford like a race car machine
When she arrived, she kicked that man’s door down
She did not care if anyone was around
That man jumped up by that loud sound
She hit him so hard he fell right on the ground
She slapped him around with her left shoe
Cursed him out in Italian, while threatening him too
Later that night my mother’s dad came home
He is a little man with a loud groan
He heard the story and went across the way
Took his shot gun and made this man pay
Told him if he ever touched his daughter again,
He would shoot off his little “private friend,”
He made this man cry in his own living room,
But I promise you this man never again tried to consume,
Every little girl on that street,
He knew not to look at or he would get severally beat,
My family has many stories of my Great Granny saving the day,
Never mess with an Italians family, they handle things in their own special way.

By:Sabina Nicole
Contest:
Written:9/29/11






      Every family has stories that get past down from one generation to the next. I was blessed to have had my mother’s grandparents until about 6 years ago. They did not speak any English and my great granny was a crazy awesome woman. She grew up on a farm in Italy and had to do a lot on her own. She raised all the children and grandchildren but was old school about a lot of stuff.  I remember my great grandparents fighting with each other even in the nursing home. They were married for 58 years; they shared a room in the nursing home that had two separate beds. My great grandma use to hit my great grandpa with her cane from across the bedroom. It was funny to watch.  They may have fought but they loved each other so much, my great grandma died 6 years ago and less than a year later my great grandpa died too. Now they are in heaven together, I don’t think there’s fighting in heaven, God don't allow that;)


Details | Rhyme | |

As A Parent I Want My Kids to Serve God


As A Parent, I Want My Kids to Serve God! As a parent, I’m trying the best that I can…. Though there are things that I don’t understand! I remember my parents teaching me right and wrong. And taught that God’s laws certainly belong! I’ve tried to share these values with my kids too… The choices they’ve made, and the things they do! When situations in life, seem to have changed… I know that my heavenly father remains the same! I think about what in life, to my kids, I have given… And pray they’ll serve God all the days they’re livin’! Even though I’ve failed and stumbled along the way… I hope I’ve taught my kids how important it is to pray! This family that God gave to me, has grown over a period of time. I’m thankful for the opportunity to call them “mine.” I pray they’ll seek God’s guidance! Wherever they go! May the word of God strengthen and nourish their soul! And as my kids get older, and they move out on their own… May they seek God’s love and protection over their home! I pray that my children will give God their very best! May they serve him daily! And let him take care of the rest! I’m trying my best, as a parent, to trust Jesus and believe! His goodness, in our lives, is what we need to achieve! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Blank verse | |

Mother of Emptyness

Unfamiliar grounds  scare my emotions,

Hand which holds me safe no longer exist,

Each glance behind reveal vacant spaces

where are you Mom?


The emptiness I feel around me  is vast,

Familiar warmth no longer extents to wipe tears,

Very routine footsteps never walks alongside,

Where are you Mom?


Bond that linked was brutally cutoff,

Before I learned to sense essence of life,

The very dept jolt me to be bold for age,

Where are you Mom?


Each gray hair reminds me of time left,

Pangs of pain quiver me out of my gloom,

Arouse to stand up straight to face time,

Where are you Mom?


The very Mom within me shudder,

With the same pain I once poured,

Into thy very bosom  with  vengeance,

Where are you Mom?


Are you never going to  hold me close?

Why heartless to watch the  river of tears?

Mind  skilled to paint a shadow of you,

Where are you Mom?


Details | Free verse | |

Life Can Be Cruel

I cannot get into heaven
God I have tried!
Suicide is a double edge sword
Especially when you survive!
Walking the streets at night
Dazed and confused
Longing to be loved
Wondering...
When is Mum, coming for me?

"Does she still love me?"
"Does she still care?"
"Does she still think of me?"
"Does she wonder, where I am?"

I want her to come find me
I want her to say she 'loves me’
I want her to comfort me
I want her to take me home
And keep me safe
And not forget hat I exist
Like the way she treats me now

I wish God 
Could make my Mum
Magically appear
Making this hellish nightmare
On the street
Disappear!

“Send my Mum please!”
So, all this can end!
Before this last ray of hope
Diminishes for good!

I don’t want to become
The walking dead
Forever forgotten as if 
I was never born!
For this is the cruel, harsh reality
Of living life, feeling unloved
Uncared for, abandoned,
Left to fend for my own

A dangerous killer inside me
Eating away, at my soul
Something, no one can see
As I suffer in silence
My insides crippling!

Lost, alone and frightened
Weeping on a dirty
Graffiti park bench
Dirty tears
Rolling down my cheeks
Stuffing newspapers under my jumper
To keep myself warm

“What am I going to do?”

“Will I make it through the night?”
“Will I get raped and beaten?”
"Will I be left for dead?”
“Will I survive
To see another day?

“Is my life worth living?”

Please God, I beg of you
Have mercy now
Please show me the way!


Details | Free verse | |

My Heritage

My heritage is a mixture
Of backgrounds.  Let's start on 
My Dad's side of the family.

My Dad's mom is Irish and English.

My Dad's dad is Irish and German.

My Mom's mom is Scottish and Irish.

My Mom's dad is blood Hungarian.

So in other words,
I'm a mutt!  or as others say,
"Heinz 57!"


Details | I do not know? | |

For Men Everywhere One Billion Rising

1 Billion Rising.

For Men Everywhere.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

Stop!

Stop the abuse!

Of grand-daughters,
colleagues,
daughters,
girlfriends,
partners,
mothers,
sisters,
nieces,
wives,

all women.

Listen!

Listen to the voices!

Of grand-daughters,
colleagues,
daughters,
girlfriends,
partners,
mothers,
sisters,
nieces,
wives,

all women.

Think!

Think of how you treat,

grand-daughters,
colleagues,
daughters,
girlfriends,
partners,
mothers,
sisters,
nieces,
wives,

all women.

Act!

Act now to change yourself!

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

stops when you stop,

the violence,
the abuse,
the rape.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

is perpetrated by,

grand-fathers,
colleagues,
boyfriends,
husbands,
nephews,
brothers,
partners,
fathers,
uncles,

men,

all men.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

stops when us men stop,

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

today, now.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!


Details | Prose Poetry | |

To Mama

Dedicated to my mother who, in my youth, I did not fully understand.. 


I wish my callings be sweet to thee; 
Abate not Oh lady the tenderness I'd missed 
Prolong thy tenderness and never a dreary; 
Your genteel should I suck from thy breast. 
From being a toddler remember I; 
That not so often I heard thy lullaby. 
And thence I asked Oh whence I came? 
I sought for answer; I didn't think ‘twas fine. 
Then years rolled by I attended school; 
Why art thou the source of my ridicule? 
The boys would laugh by what thou hinted; 
That I didn't fit a sport; I couldn't hit a target. 
It confused me much – yeah it hurt me badly 
The way thou saw me was never comely. 
Mama! Oh mama! I beseech thee 
Tell me the truth in anyway thou tell me 
Thou needest not to be subtle in telling the truth 
Let it be that I can have peace in my youth. 
The future is waiting and thither I goest 
Wish me luck; I don't want to be the lowest. 
Oh Mama, Willful as thou art, bestow in me some courage 
That even in my lowliness, I can live my life the fullest… 


                                    Date & Time of Writing: 
                                    October 4, 1988 
                                    12:03am - 10:10am 



Details | Kimo | |

DRIED PETALS

                   she is the most beautiful wild flower
                       time ran fast fades the glamour
                               living in twilight zone.


Details | I do not know? | |

One Billion Rising

Today we rise.

No more hiding in the shadows,

of culture,
creed,
tradition.

No more silent complicity,

defensive arguments,
sickening pretences,
shabby excuses,

for the actions of men,

brutal and coarse and vulgar and obscene and murderous and abusive.

Today, we rise,

as one.

Today the change starts,

with me,
within me.

Today we rise.


Details | Free verse | |

Raindrops and Rainbows

depression squeezed like a boa constrictor taking most of the joy from her life struggling through the Great Depression she dropped out of high school, went to work an “A” student, she did what had to be done although she shed tears nearly every day her children still made her smile Mom lived vicariously through us celebrating each victory of her three children never missing a chance to congratulate us life with Mom could be hard some days she didn’t get out of bed we, her children, cooked and cleaned the family joker, I sometimes brought a laugh cherished were those rare moments one thing she had always requested – that we kiss her at her wake just thinking of this made me sad but I gave her that last kiss on skin so cold, hard each time a raindrop comes my way I remember the tears Mom shed but when a rainbow paints the sky it is her love that I remember and wish I could kiss the sky
*Entry for PD’s Early Mother’s Day contest


Details | Free verse | |

Child of Mine

You are my love,
my hearts content.
you are my life,
a life ideal.
you are my joy,
and you are my happy.
happiness like no one else can bring.
you are my hopes,
and you are my dreams.
you light up my life.
you are my everything.
you are my fear,
and frustration.
you are my pain,
and you are my anger.
you bring out the best of the worst in me.
you are someone to blame,
someone to hurt,
someone who is no one who deserves the anger inside of me.
you are my child.

A child you should be,
I should love you as God intended.
I wish someday our bond can be mended.
I have made choices, i can not take back.
I can not make up for the motherly lack.
circumstance and situations have put me here,
feeling hopeless and living in fear.
anxiety has stricken me,
I have succumb to my disease.
giving up on what i believe,
I have become someone in need.
I can no longer give my love,
my patience has run dry.
my heart has grown cold, 
my eyes can no longer cry.

Forgive me for the mistakes I have made,
forgive me for the pain in your heart,
forgive me for the tears in your eyes.
I too am a child, learning how to become wise.

I love you child of mine


Details | Verse | |

A call for mom

Ma, ma, help Please,
Can you give me love? 
Hold me, hold me, 
Very tight; 
A smile for my heart,  
And one from the start,
Give a hug to show me love. 
That is why your mom.


Details | Ballad | |

Dear Dad


It is now twenty years
I still recall the tears
I still recall the shame
Dad you are to blame
I know this you did not expect
You will call it disrespect
sorry but you I respect.

Dad I remember
The memories fresh in my calendar
Her tears and pain imprinted in my heart
Dad my mother you did hurt
As a good woman she played her part
She never ever set your heart apart.

when we did good I and brother
we were as bright as the father
when we did wrong I and brother
we were as foolish as our mother
so we were beaten like our mother
she wiped our tears
she ended our fears.

Dear dad here I am
Growing into a man
will it please you
when I beat my wife too
will it please you
when I call my wife a fool too
will it please you
when my children never call me dad
I find this hard dad.

Dad that woman you called a fool
she taught me to respect women in full
she taught me that a woman
Is a necessity to a man
she taught me never
To lay a hand on a woman ever
Dad this foolish wife
Taught me how to love in my life


Details | Light Poetry | |

Fluffer-nutters

When I was a child 
I loved marshmallows
so soft, so gooey and yummy
Oh I'd beam out of doors
when the birch stick bore
charred marshmallow goop
for my tummy!

When I was a child
I would go hog wild 
for peanut butter and fluff
all that white marshmallow
in which I'd wallow
my mouth all covered
in sticky stuff!

My Mom often spread
the white Fluff on bread
with peanut butter galore
And we'd bypass the meat
for this sticky treat
and scream for her to
buy much, much, more!

But you see Mom knew
that good food it's true
can make children strong unlike 
those sweet Fluffer-Nutters
so we had to contend
with the meat in the end
if we wanted that treat 
from our Mother!











Details | Prose Poetry | |

Wish

Wish

Seven years I’ve been waiting for
A Christmas with you I wish for
Just like the other years that passed by
My wish for Christmas never gone by

A thought bothered my mind
How do you feel fine?
How do I feel fine?
If it breaks your soul it breaks mine.

Everything you have to sacrifice
A tear drops in your eyes
I wish I could make it dry
But I too can’t stop myself to cry

I hope he will grant my wish
If not now, maybe next year
I would still be waiting here
The same wish that I wished.


Details | I do not know? | |

Too Late to Say

I can smell the pies a baking
Upon the warmest summer day
Even with windows wide open
It’s a scent not gone away

She was there before the changing
Making food just like before
But once the afternoon had come
It was the bottle, wanted more

Now there were many of us still under
Yeah, under the roof she called her own
But, to this child who knew no better
This was my mom and too my home

Despite the angry, angry bottle
That turned her feelings dark and gray
I knew my mother forever loved me 
Though I wished my mom away

How sad I am today
That the bottle
Made me wish my mom away

Many years were cast upon us
I had grown into a family man
A hard working, white collar worker
Trying to do the very best I can

With my wife standing beside me
I have strength to look back and see
My misinterpreted emotions
And all my mother meant to me

She was here to see my children
She tried to make up for all she did
But all she had ever wanted, really
Was to be happy and to live

For she had so many children
I was the youngest of her ten
Yeah, I was my mother’s baby
But I never knew what it really meant

Until now that I’m a father
And sometimes things, they get so tough
It’s so easy to dive into a bottle
But, it’s love that makes one stop

She did that for my children
But, I never really saw her change
And never had the chance to tell her
All my feelings, cause it got too late

My mother left this world not long ago
She met my dad on Heaven’s floor
My only sadness is I never told her
That I couldn’t have loved her more

That I was thankful for all her loving
All the gifts she had given me
For her teachings of life in general
And my family’s history

I was grateful for her changing
But not the woman that she was
She was perfect in that way


Details | I do not know? | |

What people might think

People may say that i am a spoiled little brat.
    Only becuase they see what they wan't to see.
   We all have been through things in our life time that we just want to forget, but we just can't  seem to forget.

My mom has put me through many things "but lets not say" in the past.  And i have learned from some of those things.  It made me a stronger person inside and outside. 

  I don't know my father at all. I wasn't even born when my mom was around him.
 But i have a loving family.

I would never change my past even if i had the chance.  Becuase if i did then i wouldn't be 
where i am now.

 People who are out there that are judging people based on how they act or look, are stupid. Wise up and grow up... 
Those people you judge have a GOOD reason for the way they look or act.
 And maybe they need some one there to talk to. To get things off their 
back.

                        Just like the saying. "Don't judge a book by it's cover"



*just something  that i had to say* :)comment if you have a thought (or fav poem if you like it)*
  
                                        


Details | Light Poetry | |

I AM THE GENERATION GAP

I often think okay I am not that old. I am a pretty cool grandma.. I grew up where mom was the lover, protector and most of all the boss.. I never would have thought to slam a door in my mothers face.. She  would have broken it down and beat me with door frame that fell off…but that was way way back when.. You know the time where no one had a cell phone and didn’t care.. No one had computer at home …we did have a typewriter but I am the only one that used it.. We had a small record player and I had vinyl records ..oh how I could rock with Elvis, now I don’t understand the names of groups let alone what they are saying … probably better off not knowing.  We wore jeans back then but they were not the staple in our closets, now the are a must have for $100.00 wow I could have bought a whole fall wardrobe for that and a coat..
Food has changed the rule at our house was if Mom put it on the table we ate it or went hungry.. Now every one has to have a special meal.. and manners those are a thing of the pass, I rarely hear a teenager or anyone else say yes sir or no sir.. It is a thing of the past and people don’t speak like that anymore.. Stop talking now means ok lets see who can talk the loudest and longest.  My mom had a look that said you had better shut up right now or I am going to kill you.. She wouldn’t kill us but she sure would make us pay ..  We went to church on Sunday or Monday if mom said so..
I am sure my granddaddy often thought what is wrong with this generation they will never survive.. But the most of us have and now we think this of the next generations to come.. But I really realized how old I was today when my 16 year old grandson, walked on my new mopped kitchen floor and when I said the floor is wet.. He very calmly replied not to  bad.. Laughing as I finish this life has definitely changed.. but 50 years from now he will probably be thinking the same thing I am … where is this generation going to go?????????


Details | Rhyme | |

Mother Tongue

Sometimes i wish/
Her tongue/
Got louder/
When she speaks/

Feeds/ 
Baby tummies/
With history’s breeds/
Sky screening haters/

With her tongue/
She rapes/
Spring-cleaning haters/
She like it when she rapes/
She’s ours/

Though she’s vulgar/
She sees no blunders/
Her tongue grows rounder/
She feeds the universe/
Reaching sky roofs/

Hiding biters/
Verse after verse/
Poetry is ludicrous/
Her kids think/
She burns her tongue/
Sky screening haters/

Trying to taste her rhymes/
Controversies/
Political babies/
In vernacular/
Her poetry is hot/

In mix taped lingo/
Her poetry is fire/
A spark burning liars/
Flat tires/
Tears get verbalised/ 
Daughter of earth/
Born to live forever/

My mother's tongue


Details | Rhyme | |

Compassionate Tears And Protective Arms

For Mothers
The Taveta Golden weaver treats her littles so dear warms her nest as she's always there. Even when in distant search for a meal her protective covering; she ensures they wear so as to be absolute; she's always near. Her compassion; she invests in me with each and every tear which has an unbelievable healing power resurrecting me and making my problems mere. Despite facing the Lion's Den in fear unhurt; we pass through such furnace year after year and even though considered the most fragile and delicate the weight she carries, no one can bear. I'm tossed all around from rock to humous and trapped in the abyss of termination as the Demon of death valley makes my end so clear with no hope, I curse and swear ready to face the worse, with horrifying sounds of disaster I hear, but guess what! My Mama appears. She's a priceless godess not renowned nuturing me to be the best in town her protective arms; my invaluable crown. Despite sometimes giving her reasons to frown and embarrassing her like an annoying clown she's still ready to lay her life down making me sail through in safety in the expense of her drown.


Details | I do not know? | |

You call yourself a father

Growing up was hard for me,
I think i grew up to soon,
I had to take charge in the big brother role,
But also i had to take hold to the father role somehow.

My mom was the only one who was there for her children,
We knew that she loved us,
She was in love with my father but he wasn't faithful,
So she found someone else who showed her true love.

My siblings never truly understood it,
I tried my best to encourage them to behave,
Which they listened but to a certain point,
Finally my mom married her true love and the caos began.

My father tried to step back in the picture,
My siblings began to side with my father not knowing the seriousness,
I decided to talk to them one-on-one but neither of them listened,
They wanted for my mom and father to be together.

One day my mother sat them down,
Telling them the hurt and pain she experienced with my father,
She explain to them the whole nine yards,
They understood then and began looking at my father differently.

Getting to the stage of middle school,
We began to see less of our father,
It was his choice...not ours,
He wouldn't call for our birthdays or holidays,

So we leaned mostly on our step-father,
They wouldn't accept him as father,
He would do all he could for us,
But instead the only one(s) who really let him be a father figure was me and the 
youngest brother.

My step-father loves my mom and has been there for her going on Fifteen years.
He is a firm talk like he's a policeman or something,
But he is a nice person.
My mom loves him and so do we.

So this is a message for all of the children out there who has a no good father....if 
your mom has a man or husband, please treat him right because he is there to 
protect your mom and you all. Thanks for listening!!


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Mother's Day

You’re unlike any other
By far THE best Mother
My love for you will not end
I’m proud to say you’re my best friend

I laugh and cry with you
But together we get through
You hold my hand when I’m in need
And patch me up when I bleed

I follow in your footsteps
And honestly have no regrets
I hope I can be a great Mum like you
So my daughter loves me the way I love you.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
©copyright Juanita Torr
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


Details | ABC | |

my lament on my mother's funeral

HEAR ME ALL YE THAT SEE
HEAR MY PLEA AND FROM ME, DO NOT FLEE.
CALAMITY HAS STRUCK AND NOW, I AM STUCK.
I FEEL LIKE DYING TO END ALL THIS CRYING
BUT I AM TRYING TO BE FINE BECAUSE I KNOW THAT ONE DAY,WE ALL HAVE TO DIE.
SO I WILL NOT CRY
BUT I WILL LOOK UP HIGH TO THE SKY AND TRY TO ASK WHY.
WHY DEATH OF ALL LIFE ON EARTH, TOOK BREATH FROM MY MOTHER.
NOW I HAVE NO OTHER.
I AM FILLED WITH STRIFE AND EVERY TIME I LOOK AT A KNIFE,
I FEEL LIKE TAKING MY LIFE.
INDEED, LOSING A LOVED ONE IS HARD.
IT MAKES YOU SAD AND FEEL VERY BAD.
NO WONDER OTHER'S GO MAD AND ARE NEVER GLAD.
I FEEL THE PAIN BUT THEN, "GOD GIVES.... GOD TAKES AWAY.....REJOICE ALWAYS"
SO SHOULD I REJOICE NOW THAT SHE IS GONE OR SHOULD I CRY?


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Blessed

Blessed from the Lord above
Sacred by mankind
Unconditional passion
Man has failed to find
Offers you everything
Nothing in return
Always there to guide you
Never leaves you burn
Watch your step, don’t fall
She whispered yesterday 
Take my hand, stand up tall
Told me this today
In times of empty of sorrow
Holds back her fear
Rises like a mountain
Wisely starts to hear
Her love is like the ocean
Overflowing, vast & wide
A peaceful calm shelter
From wind, rain & tide
	
Never go to bed mad, stay up & fight	
For you don’t know what tomorrow brings	
That’s what she said	
You’ll never be a wise man	
Unless you face your fears	
Listen to me son	
Tomorrow I’ll be gone	
That’s what she said	
	
Your secret’s safe with her
Your first crush & date
She taught you how to love her
Don’t drive her home too late
A rare special diamond
Unique in its own way
Endless care & tender
Growing day by day
How did you do it all?
Be a teacher, cook & friend
Yet find time to drive me
Just can’t comprehend!
Taught me how to walk
Cross the streets, be safe
Washed my clothes daily
Learn how to behave
A poem & a quote
Or thousand words I wrote
Cannot describe you deeply
You’re worth my life, I thought
O Lord for I’m your servant
Protect her, grant her health
She yesterday prayed for me
And now I’m someone else
I’m blessed from GOD to have you
You’re my number one
My soul mate, my companion
I love you so much Mum!
	 	
Never go to bed mad, stay up & fight
For you don’t know what tomorrow brings
That’s what she said
You’ll never be a wise man
Unless you face your fears
Listen to me son
Tomorrow I’ll be gone
That’s what she said


Details | I do not know? | |

The Cowardice of the Taliban and The Silence of The Good Muslims

The Cowardice of the Taliban and The Silence of The Good Muslims.


When hot lead tears the flesh of a 14 year old girl,

ripping through her skull,
leaving her to bleed out and die,

does Allah not recoil in horror,

to see His child whimper,
to see His daughter cry.

Where is the indignation,

the anger that often boils over and manifests itself as flags and books and videos are burnt in mass orgies of hollow piety,

where are the voices that scream so loud,
that denounce all but their own creed,

where are the men, the impotent men who crave for nothing more than their fascist egos to feed,

where are the voices that so loudly proclaim,
enemies here and enemies there, always quick to condemn,

where are those voices when the enemy walks amongst them.

14 year old Malala Yousafzai was shot in cold blood,

her crime?

Advocating the rights of girls to an education.

Shame on you, men of bigotry and men of cowardice.

Shame on you, silent and mute accomplices in this carnage.

Shame on me,
for my inaction,

Shame on us all,
who proclaim lofty ideals,

yet are conspicuously silent,

when a 14 year old girl is shot in the head,

by fascist fundamentalist bigots who only worship bullets of hot lead.

Not in my name!

Not in my name,
shall the cowardly men rain down abuse,

Not in my name,
shall the bigoted men light the communalistic fuse,

Not in my name,
shall Malala Yousafzai be shot in the head,

left to bleed out,
while countless mothers' tears are shed,

not in my name,
shall religious murderers,
be left to wander free,

not in my name,
for I dare all believers to open their eyes,
to see!

To see,
the innocence of a 14 year old girl,
wanting only an education,

as the men of the cloth,
prance around with their pathetic self-righteous indignation.

I write this today,
the anger raging in my veins,

yet I fear,

that I shall write more of this,

unless we stand up and say 'no more',

I fear that I shall be writing this again,

until we all,

reclaim the true principles of humaneness,

until we silence the voices of bigotry,
of rage,
of fanatical insanity,

I fear I shall be writing this again,

and,

until the muck-ridden bile,
is not excised,

I shall continue to say,

NOT IN MY NAME!

Or else I shall have nothing,

but my unending shame.



(for Malala Yousafzai, 14 years old, in a critical condition after being shot in the head by the Pakistani Taliban, for her work as a young activist advocating the rights of girls to attend school)


Details | I do not know? | |

REST IN PEACE MUM ANN BROWN 18 AUG 2011

MUM ...

WHERE DO I START? I DON'T THINK THERE IS WORDS , TO EXPLAIN HOW I AM 


FEELING ABOUT THE LOSS OF YOU... BUT I WILL USE ALL THE STRENGTH YOU HAVE 


GIVEN TO ME , SO I CAN GET THESE FINAL WORDS OUT THE GUILT , SADNESS AND 

REGRET  FROM NOT SEEING YOU LIKE I WANTED TO  SO ****ING MUCH ,

 THEN THE PAIN OF NOT HAVING  A CHANCE TO SAY "GOODBYE" TO THE MOST 

BEAUTIFUL MOTHER COULD WANT, AND YES MUM I'M TALKING ABOUT YOUTO HOLD 

YOUR HAND, TO SEE YOU SMILE , TO HEAR YOUR VOICE, WOULD MAKE MY LIFE MORE 

WORTHWHILE. YOU TAUGHT ME HOW TO LIVE, BUT YOU NEVER TAUGHT ME HOW TO 

LIVE WITHOUT YOU I MISS YOU SO SO MUCH MUM, BUT THE LOVE IN MY HEART FOR YOU , WILL MAKE SURE 

YOUR LIFE , LOVE , WARMTH AND TOUCH , WILL LIVE ON FOREVER , 

IN ME I KNOW THAT YOU CHANGED ME , JUST FROM YOUR 

PRESENCE...THATS'S HOW STRONG YOU WERE MUM I KNOW YOU HAVEN'T LEFT ME , 

FOR THE LOVE IN MY HEART REMAINS , YOU WILL NEVER HAVE TO SUFFER AND YOUR 

BODY WILL FEEL NO PAIN...... GOD TOOK YOUR HAND , AND MADE US PART , HE CLOSED 

YOUR EYES , AND BROKE MY HEART ....FOR ALL THE TIMES WE HAVE BEEN TOGETHER,

I WILL NEVER FORGET YOUR FACE.

THERE IS NO MOTHER ANYWHERE LIKE YOU,

NO ONE COULD TAKE YOUR PLACE.

IF ONLY I HAD KNOWN YOU WERE LEAVING,

I GUESS I EXPECTED YOU TO FOREVER LAST,

ALL OF THE DREAMS OF US IN THE FUTURE,

ARE NOW BUT MEMORIES OF THE PAST.

GOD TAPPED YOU ON THE SHOULDER,

HE WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO KNEW,

THAT YOU WERE GOING WITH HIM,

TO THE SKY SO BEAUTIFUL BLUE.

ALTHOUGH I MAY NEVER SEE YOU MUM,

ARJAY WILL BE BY YOUR SIDE,

HE'S GONNA HOLD YOUR HAND,

AND LEAD THE WAY,

FOR HE WILL BE YOUR GUIDE.....

I LOVE YOU MY MOTHER.....
DON'T TELL ME THAT YOU UNDERSTAND, 
DON'T TELL ME THAT YOU KNOW,
DON'T TELL ME THAT I WILL SURVIVE,
HOW I WILL SURELY GROW.
DON'T TELL ME THIS IS JUST A TEST,
THAT I AM TRULY BLESSED,
THAT I AM CHOSEN FOR THIS TASK,
APART FROM ALL THE REST.
DON'T COME AT ME WITH  ANSWERS THAT CAN ONLY COME FROM ME,
DON'T TELL ME HOW MY GRIEF WILL PASS,
THAT I WILL SOON BE FREE.
DON'T STAND IN PIOUS JUDGMENT OF THE BONDS I MUST UNTIE,
DON'T TELL ME HOW TO SUFFER,
DON'T TELL ME HOW TO CRY.
MY LIFE IS FILLED WITH SELFISHNESS,
MY PAIN IS ALL I SEE,
BUT I  NEED YOU,
I NEED YOU YOUR LOVE UNCONDITONALLY.
ACCEPCT ME IN MY UPS AND DOWNS,
I NEED SOMEONE TO SHARE,
JUST TO HOLD MY HAND AND LET ME CRY,
AND SAY, MY FRIEND I REALLY DO CARE
Mom you mean the world to me
It’s hard to live without you ,You were always by my side
Through thick and thin you helped me


Details | Senryu | |

The Kids of Divorce

Mom and Dad divorce; the kids are damaged for life; but some are relieved.


Details | ABC | |

idk

What does a normal teen do? What does a normal teen think? 
I really do not no. yes I am a teen but when I was 15 ½  I thought about how to take care of my mom if she needed to be changed and when to feed her and when to give her medication. I worried about what would happen to my mom. I had to go shopping for toddler cloths for my little sister and brother. I am 17 now and I still go shopping for little children cloths. I worry about getting my homework done and getting my little brother and sister’s homework done. This year I have to take the kids to kinder garden and I will be in 12th grade. I always worry about what’s going to happen to my mom she is still sick but there’s nothing I can do just keep her in my heart and prayers. I worry about what I will do when its time for me to go to college I will still be taking care of my brother and sister. There’s a lot to do I worry all the time about money things being washed and cleaning and homework. My dad does a lot for me and my sisters and brothers I just wish my big sisters would have stepped up and helped my dad take care me and my little sister and brother but they didn’t now i am trying to do all the things my mom did. It is a lot of work mothers have to do. I thought it was easy but now that I have to do it all I can say mothers are what keeps a family in order. Thanks to all the moms out there. If you have moms don’t take her for granted because you never know what will happen to them. 


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Survival Of The Fittest

Dropped out of school
At an early age
Lived on the streets 
Because, I disgusted my mother
She thought I was a poor example
Of true Christian beliefs
At an early age 
She religiously drummed into me
‘blood is thicker than water’
And yet, 
Here I am today confused, lonely and hungry
No one protecting me
No friends
No family
No home to go too
Just, peoples eye for an eye,
tooth for a tooth mentality
Praying for the sun to shine
To feel some warmth again!
Sun rays of hope, lighting me up
To live through this darkness without fear
With a heart full of faith
No matter what happens to me, now!
If only I could drink my salty tears
It would sustain me for a lifetime
Your tears are worth nothing, around here
You’re classed as weak and venerable
Only attracting death
Your life worth nothing!
Save me from myself
I am my best friend
I am my worst enemy
My prayers and dreams
Lost in the wind
Blowing around like autumn leaves
The rain washing them away
Down the drain into the sewage
Rolling with the seasons
Year after year
Survival for the fittest!
Surviving on the love
Hidden, inside me
Being my strength and guide
My personal lifeline
In surviving this crazy world 
We all live in


Details | I do not know? | |

To my mother

When laughter and pain have etched their lines
Upon your loving face,
When youth has flown to warmer climes
And gone without a trace.
When your footsteps grow much slower,
And twilight brings its calm,
I too my pace shall lower,
And lend my loving arm.

We will walk on in silence,
In the stillness of old friends,
Travelling the straightest road
With no more lying bends.

I’ll take your weight on my shoulder,
And lift the burden you cannot hold,
And tell you all I could not say,
In the silent way of the old.


Details | Ballade | |

My Mo in law

 

My Mo In law

My Mo in law, she’s ninety five
And wow, she’s looking bright
I see her in that old folk’s home
She looks a real delight
Though she can’t get around much now
She still delights in life
With a smile to all who pass on by
She seems so free from strife

She came out here at twenty nine
To our good sunny land
She worked so hard when she came here
And she made no demands
Milking cows there on the farm
Bringing up three kids
And she got on without a moan
In everything she did.

She helped her husband build two homes
She worked and worked all day
She done each thing she had to do
In a sweet and gentle way
On thinking about my Mo in law
I’d have to tell you this
Old Rosie she’s a mighty bird
You know, she really is.

19 July 2013 @ 1300hrs.
 


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Tear in My Heart

My mother never knew what to do with me.
I was an obligation that needed to be. 
But I wanted her to love me.
Simply… love… me.
I would do anything to please her.
Wanting her to be proud, I worked hard at everything I did.
But she viewed me as her competition, not wanting to be out done.
Needless to say our relationship wasn’t what I wanted it to be.
I dreamed to have a family of my own to simply… love… me. 
I had a daughter who didn’t live. 
And my mom said someone like me shouldn’t have kids.
Though she didn’t know about my epilepsy and other problems with my health.
Then my life fell apart with hard times everywhere.
I didn’t show it but hidden…my health wasn’t all that good.
My husband’s diabetes affected his mind. And epilepsy was working on mine.
I ignored that fact. I worked hard as my epilepsy kept tearing every thing apart.
Finally with a hard earned job… Fourteen years later I had a son. 
The son I’d always wanted to have.
I was so very proud but was attacked by both health and son, at every turn.
He was wilder than most creating problems everywhere.
He blamed me for everything and everywhere something went wrong.
My health did it again at work as my relationship continued to crumble with my son.
He hated a mother who had to work, had epilepsy, and just wasn’t there for him. 
I was slowly dying when he was 12 and I was 52, when finally I was saved.
That night… I met God and he said I had more to be done along the way.
I came back and did every thing I could to help my wayward and unruly son.
But way before I helped him go to college… I knew I had lost my son.
But his best friend needed a mom so I was there for him.
It seems so strange to tell, but as my son moved out… His best friend simply moved in.
And it’s even stranger to tell that… 
The son who will occasionally smile at me, is someone else’s son.
He’s my heart-adopted son and has brought my first son closer again.
Jesus was always here and… the tear in my heart is gone.


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Mom Is Just Mom (Triolet Poem)

Mom is just mom when she wants to be,
I wish she was more independant in life.
What I write is the truth, she'd probably agree.

Maybe she didn't do a good job as a wife,
Put down the alcohol and look towards God.
Because He is the one who will make things right.

This past Thanksgiving I didn't sense your love
You didn't cook Turkey, no family was present.
I left and you didn't even give me a loving hug.

Since I became a Muslim, I'm not feeling your presence,
You also act different in front of my girl,
I guess mom is just mom, that's my life's lesson.

Hopefully situations will get better for you
And one day you'll realize in this world what is true.


Details | I do not know? | |

Woman's Day

Women's Day


wiping away those tears

of the brutal truths of your past

wiping away those tears

your spirit rises up, far beyond your scars

and your strength resides deep within you 

with an unshakeable resolve that shall forever last


...the weakened men whose brute force is so macho and empty 

and that has always been in your face

are now nothing but specks of aging, obsolete rust

flitting past you, for you hold it all together

as you always have 

rising up firm and strong from being shoved into the dust


...you are a mother, a lover, a daughter, a wife, and a worker ... above all a worker you have been

tying the loose ends together time after time

always there 

yet unseen


...a woman you are 

of fibre 

of courage

of being the bedrock on which we trample 

on whose shoulders this world stands

as you continue to work ceaselessly on

with lines on your face

and with raw wounds on your hands

but...

now your time has come

and no longer will you silently bear

the jabs and taunts of men

for now you proudly declare

that a mother am I, a daughter too, a lover and a wife as well

and now the time has come for them to awaken

to the tolling a new bell


...a bell that tolls for you

for you have taken back the pride and dignity that they stripped off you for ages

for now theirs is a lost cause while your battle still defiantly rages

through cities and homes and villages 

and in town after nameless town

for now the bell has tolled

and the time has passed for you

to be ever
again
put down


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For me mother is the world

Mother is not a word
Mother is the world
Love is her award

As the heaven
Under her walk-in
So in her lap in my haven

Mom your love I adore
As steel you mom for my hope

With your hands mom
Kindly You carry your support mom

Always you come
Always you care

No one can pay or compensate
No way to  compare
 Mom what in life you complete


For the son's mind
Mother is not a word
Mother is an award

And mom your heart is a gold
As you mom nestle by hands of the god


Details | I do not know? | |

For Anene Booysen 1996 - 2013

Hamba Kahle Anene Booysen! (1996 – 2013)


Dead at 17, brutally raped and left to die,
in the dirt,

 

at a construction site in Bredasdorp.

 

‘horrific’, ‘repulsed’,
‘brutally raped’, ‘shocked’,

 

do these words mean anything,
to anyone,

anymore.

 

Not to Anene Booysen,

 

murdered at 17, brutally raped and left to die,

in the dirt,

 

at a construction site in Bredasdorp.

 

Anene was raped,
savagely mutilated,

 

Her 17 year old body tossed aside,

 

by the hands of men.

 

Men, always men,

 

cowardly, beastly, perverted, twisted men.

 

‘Beastly’, ‘perverted’, ‘twisted’,

 

do these words mean anything,
to anyone,

anymore.

 

Not to Anene Booysen,

 

who now lies cold and dead.

 

How many Anene Booysens will it take,

 

for us,
society,
families,
people,

 

human-beings,

 

and,

 

men, especially men,

 

to excise the ghastly menace,

 

of the heinous capacity that resides,

 

within men,

 

always men,

 

to brutalise, rape, mutilate, and murder.

 

‘Brutalise’, ‘murder’, ‘rape’,

 

do these words mean anything,
to anyone,

anymore.

 

Not to Anene Booysen,

 

murdered at 17, brutally raped and left,

 

to die,

 

in the dirt,

 

at a construction site,

 

in Bredasdorp.

 

 

Anene Booysen
(1996 – 2013)

 

* – Hamba Kahle – “Farewell, Travel Well” in Zulu

 

** – Bredasdorp is a small town near Cape Town, South Africa


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THE LADY IS EIGHTY

Eighty years ago this day
A lovely cry announced your birth
No girl before, and not one since
Could ever outshine your worth
 
On that great day so long ago
I wonder was the sun shining bright?
I may never discover that answer
But their couldn't have been a sweeter light
 
Your sweetness shown now for eighty years
Felt most intimately by your family
Words are completely inadequate
To describe what you mean to me
 
How can I explain these amazing feelings
That come from deep within my heart
From my first memories of childhood
To this very poem I sat down to start
 
And every day that has come between
Not just for me, but all our family
Your abiding bright love has never dimmed
You shine now, and to eternity
 
Eighty light years have been worn so well
Your incredible life has been a psalm
We all rise and call you blessed
Happy Birthday Mom!

Feb. 2014

Sponsor: Leonora Galinta
Contest Name: Poem for Mommy


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Every Mother Is A Star

Every mother is a star, glowing like the full moon,
the beautiful bow that swirls till the break of dawn.
Every mother is the sparkling Sun that smiles at noon,
the bright beam that gives birth to a new dawn.

Every mother is a refreshing rainfall,
the drops of wetness and wealth.
Every mother is a rare rainbow to recall...
the radiance of hope and health.

Every mother is a sparkling bloom, a superstar,
the nifty nurse that nurtures us at night.
Every mother is the aura we feel from afar,
flowing freely with loads of love, life and light.

Every mother is a queen, a gem, a goddess,
a tender treasure money cannot... measure.
A stream of love and unspeakable sweetness;
...and her heart is the fountain of a fragrant future.

Everyday is your birthday, moments full of memories,
today is another day to celebrate life and love;
counting God's blessings and a mother's legacies.
I doff my hat all mother-angels sent from above!


Details | Free verse | |

BUT TEARS ONLY FOR MY GRAND MA

BUT TEARS ONLY FOR MY GRAND MA

I was born the day and date I cannot remember like many;

I was leisurely growing watching my little sisters
scratching heads, wiping tears of poverty!
Coconut oil was scarce; brother’s knickers were sparse
My mother too bore silently the smoke in her eyes twice daily,
In front of the husk stove daily;

with her mother (our lovely grandma) together,
Worship their family Doctor Baba Goush Baba
For the cure of my mother’s Leucoderma;
well over 3 yrs; walking well over 3 km
Day after Day;
Faith finally paid; curse finally parted

A walk together with mother and mother with affection
Sharing poverty and poverty in succession
Crying sobriety in progression;
Hapless future with six kids on hand;
Her mom on back; her hubby in barrack

Finally
A life is lead
Up to this Summit of opulence
With my Mom and Dad happily

But Tears
only for my Grand Maa!



© Krishna Baalu2010

krishna Baalu


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hearts warmth

my love for my mother is impossible to measure,
the mom i have i wouldn't trade  for treasure,

my mom deserves the sun, moon and stars,
if i could i'd build  her a better world than this on mars,

when we talk she gives me hope, faith and sight,
she raised me right, made sure i always had a bite and tucked me in at night,

this is why my heart's warmth towards my mother can never go cold,
you see my love for my mother is worth more than gold,

you cant price this,
its priceless,

my love for  her is steeper than a mountain,
and deeper than a river,

endless like a fountain,
unbelievable to the mine and makes even me shiver,

she's my mom i'll shout it out loud,
everything she's  done makes me proud,

that day i almost lost you,
i didn't care what it cost to,

make you feel better,
i still caught a plane to see you even  in the hurracaine weather,

she always chose me over any guy that lived in a large mansion,
thats why i love her and im glad she my mom and im her big son.........


Details | Heroic Couplets | |

Growing Up

Soft snoring, that is pleasant to my ears.
 Watching you sleep, doesn't erase my fears.
You are growing up at a pace too fast for me.
 You are no longer that little boy for all to see.

A teenager, almost out of school, and away from home.
 When you go to college, I'll feel hollow and terribly alone.
I miss you being small and Mom fixing everything.
 I don't think I'm ready for all the fear and panic this brings.

I don't want to smother you, yet I don't want you grown.
 Being with you everyday for so long is all I have known.
The abandonment may be more than I can possibly bear.
 Afraid to let you go be a man, and pretend I do not care.

It's tearing me up inside to know only a couple years left to go.
 Everyday closer to college seems to make my anxiety grow.
I'll try not to embarrass you, and call every single day.
 But remember to call me so my nerves don't start to fray.

It's hard for a Mom to let go and make these adjustments for life.
 You have no idea the things that you have to deal with, all the mental strife.
I love you more and more as each new sunrise awakens the day.
 Hoping to see where your life and decisions turn out to play.


Details | Rhyme | |

Oh My Mom How I Miss You

I stopped to see you at your grave today.
I thought and wondered just what to say...
As I dug around and cleaned your stone.
I suddenly felt so very alone.
I played the songs on my radio,
Which played a part in your life.
Upon your stone it only says, Beloved Wife.
Six children you had, no, the seventh went home.
I just bet you're now holding, you're not alone.

I tried to remember the last memory I had.
But I kept returning to all that was sad.
I still remember that day you died...
I held your hand as my father cried.
So many things I used to do,
Like steal a flower and give it to you.
Where did you get that, Oh, never mind.
The thoughts that you had were so very kind.
You were there when I was good.
You were there when I was bad.
You corrected me the times when you should.
And now my heart is oh so sad.
I talked to you about the cancer in dad;
His lung removed and gall bladder he had.
The more I thought about all these things,
The more my heart broke.

A song came on that dad sang to you,
And as it did I sang it too.
I looked around for a flower to steal
And as I did my head began to reel.
My heart it sank to fathoms below,
I fell to my knees and wept so low.
The memories are all that I have, but for my tears,
My only salve.
I bent and kissed the plaque, on the cross.
I wondered if I'd find my way to you or be lost.
I thought of the first memory of mine,
In a hospital, I was two and doing fine.
The scarlet fever was gone and you and dad came for me.
I was so happy, as happy as can be.

I dusted the dirt away and took a hand full home.
I thought of when I might die and if I'd be alone.
My heart it ached and my eyes they wept,
I saw as I was watching with in my mind,
You and dad coming for me,
My feet, still they kept.
Your arms open wide and your faces so kind...
And again I wept...

Four years it will be that you've been away.
There is nothing more I can do or say.
I love you and miss you, my Beloved Mother.
Though dad has remarried, there will be no other...
I long to see you once again, and hold you in my arms.
In a place where there are no tears, I know I will cry...
For I will cry tears of joy to see you again.
Again my heart breaks and again I weep.
Oh, mom I miss you, but the memories I'll keep...

(Mom has been gone since 1996. Dad died almost ten years later. I still hurt inside.)


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May we worship mother Mary

No
Only Eternal God
We can admire Mother Mary
Pray to her

Best intercessor to Eternal God the Son
Eternal God the Son is Father Christ
Eternal God the Father is in Father Christ
He’s sending Eternal Holy Spirit

Worship mean humble
Unconditional acknowledgement 
Absolute superiority of Eternal God
Over all creatures

Mother Mary is a creature like us
In faith she is our mother
We should call her “Mother Mary”
We should honor our parents

5122012


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What's Happening to Marriages Today

What’s Happening to Marriages Today?

I was listening to someone just the other day…
And I couldn’t believe what he had to say!

He had left his wife and children for another!
She was young enough to be his daughter!

Here they were, “in love” and holding hands!
Hoping to soon, get their “wedding bands!”

They were pretending that this was so “cool.”
Living now by their own “set of rules!”

How sick and disgusting this is getting to be!
Is this something that many can’t see?

God gave us Adam and Eve to become one.
To bear fruit through daughters and sons!

He gave us marriage as holy vows are made.
Not to march in an “adulterous parade!”

We are treading on very dangerous ground!
Faithfulness and commitment 
are scarcely found!

The very definition of marriage is changing!
As the family unit is always rearranging!

Our only hope is in Jesus!  And him alone!
Let’s promote his love! Into our hearts and home!

Let’s allow his love to be our heart’s glue!
And bring new meaning to the words; “I love you!”

May his love bind our hearts and lives together!
And remain faithful to each other forever!

By Jim Pemberton    


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Safe

It's like a weight lifted off of my heart;
I am no longer torn apart.
Thank God you are safe;
Everything is okay.


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MY LIVING GODDESS

A notice without
 That fateful  night
 You became unbalanced
 Your thoughts scattered. 
 
 You were hit by a bout of pain
 You endured for its gain
 Though it was your first time
 You were determined to remain calm.
  
 The pain increased
 Yet you endured
 To dad you even managed to smile
 On the way to the hospital.
  
 You knew it was a momentous pain
 You arrived with that ultimate consolation
 Still vibrating with verve and vitality
 Within minutes, you brought me forth with less difficulty.
 
 I beheld the first rays of light
 I felt lost
 But you were there
 To drive away my fear.
 
 You carried me lovingly, so
 I clutched to you, never wanting to let go
 Though I was out of you
 I was very much still in you.
  
 As I took my first faltering steps
 With me always was your attention
 To retrace, redirect and guide my steps
 Whenever they were made in the wrong direction.
 
 As I started into this world
 Meeting folks of varying mould
 The good, the bad – Angels and Devils
 I  saw in you how to place them on their varied scales.
 
 When I'm confounded by the world's mysteries
 You unravelled them with sweet simple stories
 You told me life's riddles and jokes
 Showing me it's ups and downs.
  
 For my comfort and happiness
 You are making so much sacrifice
 You seem to always read my mind
 ‘Cos you always provide whatever I need.
 
 You taught me how to enjoy, endure life
 Through you I saw life
 In you I felt life
 With you solidly behind me I’m facing life.
 
 I’ll cause grass to grow at the polar region
 And get ice from a torrid zone
 With a candle flame I’ll dry the Atlantic
 And make mount Everest move for your sake. 
 
 My golden pearl
 Your worth, words cannot tell
 I'll always hold in reverence
 The serenity created by your thoughts and presence.
 
 You're my Oasis in the desert
 The truest love known in my heart
 My living goddess
 For you, my last blood I'll gladly sacrifice.


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Mum

To my Darling Mother
I would choose you over any other
God above did me a favour
Sending me to you….my saviour

The smile on your face
Your kindness and grace
Your protective arms
Your plethora of charms

I love the confidence you instil in me
I love the opportunities you allow me to see
You always hold me tight
Whether I’m wrong or right

You yell at me
You argue with me
You cry with me
You laugh with me

The support you give me is continual
Our fights we have are minimal
You will be my hero now and forever
As we go through life, our bond will never sever.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
©copyright Juanita Torr
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Serenity Sonnet

Serenity Prayer my flashlight through life
life at times can be very confusing
and troubles can cut you just like a knife
true serenity can end suffering

staying straight on the right course is too hard
too many variables are in the way
sometimes it’s hard for me to leave the yard
unfortunately I can’t run away.

I’m a prisoner because of my word
maybe I’m making mountains from mole hills
doesn’t like the use of my vocal chord
control freaks don’t really bring me much thrills

ever since mom all the women the same
is this life of mine just one awful game?


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A battered old saucepan

It may seem strange to write about a battered old saucepan
but this was no ordinary one 
it sprung a leak the other day
sadly without thinking
I threw it away
and now it's gone.

It had been in my family
before I was born
and it was used every day
it broke my heart after
to throw it away.

For all the delicious soups goulash and past
it had contained
the mouth watering delectable smells
from the kitchen
the shouts from my parents

''Come on now set the table dinners made''.

All the red hot broths and porridge we'd scoff
before school on a winters day
all the laughs tears and conversations around
the dinner table before it was was washed
and put away.

It was more than a simple saucepan
because it held a lot of family memories
now my parents sadly passed away
it was one of the last things to remind me
of how things used to be
and mow I have to buy a new one
and accept it's demise
like my family
it's gone forever.

Peter Dome.copyright.2012.


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Calgon and Mom

Calgon couldn’t take me away from this
not only was Calgon on our TV
it’s what mother always told me and sis
she wasn’t happy until she was free

if Calgon wasn’t in the tub at all
me and my sister would know Ajax was
she’d be using Ajax having a ball
on the weekends she came home with a buzz

that was back in her polka dancing days
her days of soaking in Calgon gone too
I know she misses the tub on weekdays
sadly mom thinks I belong in a zoo

I don’t see my mom much now by my choice
my mother has always ignored my voice






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Suzie's Easter Adventure

There once was a gray cottontail rabbit.
All of her brothers and sisters were brown.
The gray one, named Suzie, had a habit.
She would hide when the family went to town.

One Sunday they were on their way to church.
All the brothers were clean with white pressed shirts.
But Suzie did her brand new dress besmirch.
Chocolate and yummy nutty filberts -

Come now, my sweet bunnies their mom did call.
It's Easter Sunday, let's be of good cheer.
The babies ran to mom who counted all. 
A perfect celebration please, this year.

But they panicked when they found Suzie gone.
Once again, they went searching everywhere.
They saw Suzie's tail, a pink bow thereon.
She was hopping to a basket with flare!

“Come here, now, Susie rabbit.” Mother called.
But inside the basket were colored eggs.
Thus, Suzie had become very enthralled.
About then Suzie felt some hairy legs.

Giant bunny put his eggs on the ground.
When he saw her, he jumped back pretty quick.
All the while, Mother called her with a frown.
I must be brave, she thought, in a panic.

Her whole family swiftly hopped to her side.
But Easter Bunny picked Suzie up fast.
He stood straight tall with two feet far astride.
Wide-eyed, terrified, Suzie shrieked aghast.

Easter Bunny held Suzie in his lap.
I heard that you hide when you go to town.
You must stop or ensue an evil trap.
Then he hugged her and set sweet Suzie down.

Her mother, brothers, and sisters all sighed.
Alas they were together once again.
They hugged her and loved her; everyone cried.
Then, took Easter eggs to the preacher, Ken.

© February 28, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen


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Hold On To You

Why am I so selfish?
Why do I live for the wrong things?
I am dying inside
Because I refuse to see the light.
I need to say yes,
But I still haven't learned that yet.
I am a fool,
And I am hurting you.
If I would let go of myself,
I would hold on to you.


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Happy Birthday, Mom

If you hadn't died in March, you would've turned 65 today.
Life hasn't been as good since you passed away.
Everybody who knew you, knew that you were nice.
But I took things for granted and now I'm paying the price.
I thought you'd live for another ten to fifteen years.
It's been tough to accept that you're no longer here.
If you had survived, I was going to take care of you.
I didn't know what I had until I lost it and that is true.
When you celebrated your birthday last year, you were alive and well.
I didn't know how sick you would become, I was unable to tell.
Seeing you suffer during your last days, made my heart break.
Even though you're dead, I still bought you a birthday cake.
I promised that I'd buy you a cake this year and I'm a man of my word.
God is much happier now because you're with him, believe me that's assured.

[Dedicated to Agnes M. Johnson (1948-2013) who passed away March 6, 2013.]


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REST IN PEACE MUM ANN BROWN 18 AUG 2011

MUM ...

WHERE DO I START? I DON'T THINK THERE IS WORDS , TO EXPLAIN HOW I AM 


FEELING ABOUT THE LOSS OF YOU... BUT I WILL USE ALL THE STRENGTH YOU HAVE 


GIVEN TO ME , SO I CAN GET THESE FINAL WORDS OUT THE GUILT , SADNESS AND 

REGRET  FROM NOT SEEING YOU LIKE I WANTED TO  SO ****ING MUCH ,

 THEN THE PAIN OF NOT HAVING  A CHANCE TO SAY "GOODBYE" TO THE MOST 

BEAUTIFUL MOTHER COULD WANT, AND YES MUM I'M TALKING ABOUT YOUTO HOLD 

YOUR HAND, TO SEE YOU SMILE , TO HEAR YOUR VOICE, WOULD MAKE MY LIFE MORE 

WORTHWHILE. YOU TAUGHT ME HOW TO LIVE, BUT YOU NEVER TAUGHT ME HOW TO 

LIVE WITHOUT YOU I MISS YOU SO SO MUCH MUM, BUT THE LOVE IN MY HEART FOR YOU , WILL MAKE SURE 

YOUR LIFE , LOVE , WARMTH AND TOUCH , WILL LIVE ON FOREVER , 

IN ME I KNOW THAT YOU CHANGED ME , JUST FROM YOUR 

PRESENCE...THATS'S HOW STRONG YOU WERE MUM I KNOW YOU HAVEN'T LEFT ME , 

FOR THE LOVE IN MY HEART REMAINS , YOU WILL NEVER HAVE TO SUFFER AND YOUR 

BODY WILL FEEL NO PAIN...... GOD TOOK YOUR HAND , AND MADE US PART , HE CLOSED 

YOUR EYES , AND BROKE MY HEART ....FOR ALL THE TIMES WE HAVE BEEN TOGETHER,

I WILL NEVER FORGET YOUR FACE.

THERE IS NO MOTHER ANYWHERE LIKE YOU,

NO ONE COULD TAKE YOUR PLACE.

IF ONLY I HAD KNOWN YOU WERE LEAVING,

I GUESS I EXPECTED YOU TO FOREVER LAST,

ALL OF THE DREAMS OF US IN THE FUTURE,

ARE NOW BUT MEMORIES OF THE PAST.

GOD TAPPED YOU ON THE SHOULDER,

HE WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO KNEW,

THAT YOU WERE GOING WITH HIM,

TO THE SKY SO BEAUTIFUL BLUE.

ALTHOUGH I MAY NEVER SEE YOU MUM,

ARJAY WILL BE BY YOUR SIDE,

HE'S GONNA HOLD YOUR HAND,

AND LEAD THE WAY,

FOR HE WILL BE YOUR GUIDE.....

I LOVE YOU MY MOTHER.....
DON'T TELL ME THAT YOU UNDERSTAND, 
DON'T TELL ME THAT YOU KNOW,
DON'T TELL ME THAT I WILL SURVIVE,
HOW I WILL SURELY GROW.
DON'T TELL ME THIS IS JUST A TEST,
THAT I AM TRULY BLESSED,
THAT I AM CHOSEN FOR THIS TASK,
APART FROM ALL THE REST.
DON'T COME AT ME WITH  ANSWERS THAT CAN ONLY COME FROM ME,
DON'T TELL ME HOW MY GRIEF WILL PASS,
THAT I WILL SOON BE FREE.
DON'T STAND IN PIOUS JUDGMENT OF THE BONDS I MUST UNTIE,
DON'T TELL ME HOW TO SUFFER,
DON'T TELL ME HOW TO CRY.
MY LIFE IS FILLED WITH SELFISHNESS,
MY PAIN IS ALL I SEE,
BUT I  NEED YOU,
I NEED YOU YOUR LOVE UNCONDITONALLY.
ACCEPCT ME IN MY UPS AND DOWNS,
I NEED SOMEONE TO SHARE,
JUST TO HOLD MY HAND AND LET ME CRY,
AND SAY, MY FRIEND I REALLY DO CARE
Mom you mean the world to me
It’s hard to live without you ,You were always by my side
Through thick and thin you helped me


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Never Be the Same

I wake up sittin' on my bed,
I have these thoughts runnin' through my head.
I just cant figure out a way,
of how I'm gonna get through this day.
Oh, come and take my breath away,
I'll never be the same,
I'm not ready for today,
But it's gonna happen... Anyway.
I dont know how to understand,
I dont know whats, happening..
I can't do this on my own... No.
I'm starting to feel like i'm all alone... all alone.
I wake up sittin' on my bed,
I have these thoughts runnin' through my head.
I just cant figure out a way,
of how I'm gonna get through this day.
I need some juice, I need a Jolt!
Or maybe get hit my a lightning bolt!
some things will never be the same.....
Oh, come and take my breath away,
I'll never be the same,
I'm not ready for today,
But it's gonna happen... Anyway.
But it's gonna happen.... Anyway.


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Losing Myself

I cry myself awake
In the middle of the day
Because of a decision I made
Not to spend time with you.
And now everything I am
Is falling apart into pieces;
I feel like I am losing you
Because I am losing myself.


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from mother to daughter

some mothers are so close to
their daughters, that they can
crack dirty jokes together, that
the daughter will come to mom
for anything---
certainly the result of mother
remembering what it was like to be
younger, spending the time with
her child in order to form an
unbreakable bond of trust & 
the want to not repeat the things
she hated that her own mother did
to her, or neglected, as the case
may have been.

can’t imagine that the birds n’ bees
are a hard subject to go over when
such a bond exists, where the daughter
is always asking mom about everything
from the first kiss to further involvement---
but still, what must it be like for
such a mom to wake up in the morning &
know that the innocence is gone?

is it easier for the mother who has a deep
bond, to know that her daughter is 
having sex, than a mother who doesn’t
have it together?  

certainly the ignorance of a child
might allow for less knowledge considering
the point & so what does it mean for the
both of them, when the innocence is 
gone?

a man cannot know---
he cannot look into a young one’s eyes &
know the same as the woman who has
given birth to this child,
he cannot step outside the young man
that he himself was---
all he has is the hindsight that those
particular days were wrought with raging
hormones & all the time in the world to
reap the benefits of being young.

when mother looks in her daughter’s eyes,
does she begin to worry more?
how much worry must past through on a
daily basis, before she goes to bed, before
she goes to work,
wondering if her child is alright?
&
how much of the time does she just sigh from
being overwhelmed &
sensory overloaded with stress
that never seems to relent
from mother to daughter &
daughter to mother.


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Faked

I stumble upon a river
the way it flows and feels
I take my shoes off and run threw it
laughing looking up towards the sun
I wake up and it was all just a dream
my sister runs up the stairs
she slams her door
i asked her what was wrong
she looked at me 
She says "mom told me you were adopted"
at first i laughed as i thought it was a joke
I run downstairs to see my mom and dad sitting on the couch
"mom?" i say
she replies "its true we adopted you!" 
she got up and walked into the kitchen
"after all this time i thought i was yours" i say
My father gets up and walks out the door
My mom lays her hand on her forhead
Just dont worry about it  everything will be okay
"No it wont i say"
i felt fake like i wasnt who i was suppose to be
i just sat on my bed thinking about the whole thing
my whole life and who i should have been
I packed my bags that light and i ran away
leaving the less important things behind
i set out on a journey to find my real parents
I had my sister get there info. from my dads office
I took a bus to indiana and looked up there address
As soon as i found it i knocked on the door
A man opened the door
he said "who are you?"
i say "apparently i am your son?!"
"you put me up for adoption?" i repeat

He yells "ANNA!?, Some kid is here for you!"
i repeat the story to her as she denied it
She looked bruised and beaten up
I wanted to help her but the man hut the door on my face

I had no where to go now
So i started on a journey back home
But i never made it there 
I found that old river i use to go too
i stayed there for a few weeks until
i remembered the way back.
I found myself that day
I realized that i was fake but now im not because i know that i am just me not any of them





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Kurt

i am kurt daniel everdean 
I am 21 years old
I've been playing the bass guitar
Since I was 11
i weight 145 pounds
i have blondish brown hair
and blue eyes

If I could say one thing about me that I like... Its that I never gave up.


things started when i lost my father
i was 10 years old
my mother started going to her room everytime she got home
she would come out with her eyes all red... Shes been crying
until i accidently walked in on her doing drugs
i now believe it was the drugs that caused the redness
me and my brother would fight everynight
when i bought my first bass
he slammed it against the floor
and told me since i think my lifes crap
then i shouldnt have anything that makes me happy
My mom became a street whore
She would dress in a golden gown and wear ugly make up
We would never see her 
unless she needed money to get condoms for her "men"

the things between me and my brother got worse
I was arguing with him over a text he sent my mom
And he got into an accident and died that night

Things just never got better
I created a band called the nocturnal
And the reason you haven't heard of us yet
Is because were an underground punk band in Seattle
we haven't gotten far yet
Just underground party's and bars

My mom ended up running away with her "boyfriend"
After my brother died she blamed me
And told me to leave and said she won't come around me
Until I brought him back

Since then I've gotten a job and was able to pay rent on
My moms old apartment
Hoping shed come back clean and sober
As for me
I've cleaned up. but suicide is still an option

I haven't found god yet and I don't want to
If there was a god why did he give me this ****ed up life
Ya you'll say Kurt?... You made the desicions for your life
I knolw I did. But he was the one who let it actually happen

I've been writing since I was 11
Lyrics and poems
Drawings and paintings
bass guitar and vocals

My life isn't over
But it's sure close to it

Its sad to think that what you thought was fake... Is a true story


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The Umbrella

Raining, sloshing go all the kids The bus stop blocks away But a dear mother stands with her umbrella For the daughter on that rainy day She walked all the way over there That day the rain did fall She cared enough and gave enough For her Kids this mom gave all But the daughter was very rebellious And cringed to see her there For her reputation she thought was ruined The embarrassment she could not bare She was only thinking of herself Not caring about her mom So insecure of what others thought She got off and just stomped on Few words she said to her precious mom She didn’t want her there She walked right by without saying much The thought now is hard to bare For yes I was that spoiled young child And 40 years have passed I think about how wonderful she was And how our time didn’t last To have that day back with mom To hug her as I should And thank her for all the love she gave Tell her now that I understood For I have children of my own And mom is home with God I have that love a mother feels For her child and the path they trod Stepping back and looking at this It’s an example of Gods love For many times we walk right by Not knowing this love from above He is so precious, He is always there With an umbrella of mercy and Grace But as a spoiled child so many times We turn from his loving face Our Father in Heaven is by our side Through all the storms of life He calls our name to come to Him Few come and soon face strife…. “It’s not the right time for me right now” “My friends will not understand” “Just leave me alone this embarrasses me” “Hang on to your Great Plan” But Oh dear friend there will come a day When troubles around you flow Or His call you will not hear anymore Will you cry for His love to know? Oh mom was always there for me Even though I was so wrong Our God will always be there for you When you find where you belong Just as my mom stood there for me So much more God loves us so Oh get under His Umbrella of Love and Grace And His Mercy for you will flow


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a letter 2 my mom

	A letter to my mom if she could read it.

I am sorry for the times I would not listen to you and would talk back.
I loved all the times we spent together. We had so much fun together you were a great mom and you were my best friend. Some days I ask god why he let you get so sick but I realize its not gods fault that you’re sick it’s just life and some times bad things happen. Know one knows why it happened but it happened for a reason. Things happen and know one knows why it does we just have to deal with it. I miss you mom a lot some times I cry at night because I miss you so much. I just wish you could come home. It hurts to see you so sick I wish it could all go away. Hope one day you come home I all ways try to go see you at the hospital at least twice a week. Mom I am really sorry how I wouldn’t listen and I talked back. I wish we could turn back time and you wouldn’t be sick. I cry just by writing this letter to you. I just can’t believe you might not be able to ever come home. You won’t be able to see me go to prom or get married if I ever do. Mom I just want you home but that won’t happen you’re to sick and I hope a miracle happens and you get better and come home. Some days I feel like I cant make it through the day but I just remember your spirit and love will all ways be with me every day and you’re always in my heart. I all ways cry when I think about you. When you were sick I dyed my hair purple, blue, hot pink, red, and aqua. People still make fun of me and say I am weird but it’s ok. There is  so much things I want to say but I don’t know how to just know I am sorry for how I treated you. I MISS YOU MOM AND LOVE YOU!!


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They Left so Abruptly

They Left so Abruptly

(for the countless South Africans, of all colours, who dedicated their lives for freedom and democracy)

the valiant ones
countless
many known
many more nameless

the truest sons and singers
husbands and poets
lovers and wives
daughters and farmers
workers and sisters
brothers and friends

they left so abruptly
with quiet pride
steely courage
gentle dignity

they left so abruptly
leaving us our tomorrows
brighter
hopeful
filled with promise

they left so abruptly
so that we may breathe
the breath of liberty
the air of freedom
the warmth of justice

they left so abruptly
leaving with us their parting gift

freedom
inkululeko
swatantrata
liberte
azadi
vhudilangi
libertad

they left so abruptly
yet we remember them all
today
in the days that slipped away
and in the many more that we await

they left so abruptly
yet they remain
hewed into our memories
etched in our consciences
engraved in our hearts
they left so abruptly
and yet they endure
with us
within us
now and forever more


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Because Of You

Because of you I know some things
And a little about life
You raised me to be good
You showed me wrong from right
You made sure I was better
After each time I was sick
And said be judged by 12
Than carried by 6
Because of you – you told me
Write about my life not what I hear
When it stormed you held me
Cause it was the thunder I feared
We always have a good time
You know I be acting crazy
And you told me no matter how old I get
I would always be your baby
Because of you in my life
That’s what made me a better man
And I don’t always do right
Time again you would help me understand
When I needed advice or had a problem
There wasn’t one that you couldn’t solve
So to me you’re that one special person
You’re my queen, my friend, to you my mom


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For mummy

For mummy

Oh 	
My love
My angel
My mentor
My mummy
She moved from
The world we shared

But before hand
Showed me my wings
And taught me to fly

Told me
To rise when I fall
Nothing will break me
Or lead me astray

But who would have thought
She would be gone
So soon.


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DEATH OF A MOTHER

Mom
When you left us
The window was open
There was a single star in the sky
Wind was breathless
A sudden cry ripped the darkness

That night was a book’s last page
Frayed by time and solitude
A lamp was burning in the corner
To thicken the whispers of coming souls
We were speechless 
Touching my mother’s feet
Lean and wilted 
By thousand years ‘march.

September, the cruelest
You did not know the weight of pain
One’s heart endeared 
And cried in a land
Islanded by silence.


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Attitude

My dad always told me,
Your attitude determines your altitude,
How high will you go?
My answer then was I don’t know.

My mom always stated,
Do your best and the rest will be handled,
And don’t let people burn you like a candle.
Those statements were a hard pill to swallow.
Especially when our day to day lives often
Cause us to encounter beings whose hearts are hollow.

Whether it is positive or negative,
Your attitude is a true description of you.
Your actions speak louder than words.
People are people so what should it be?
You and I should get along not terribly,
But work together in harmony.

My mom and dad were right.
Just because someone may deliberately hurt you,
You can’t always come back with a fight.
That person may be doing that in spite,
Because they wish they were you,
And to himself, he is being untrue.

Now I know where I’m going,
To altitudes of extreme positive magnitudes,
To places I have never seen,
And doing things that I never dreamed,
That I would do.

It’s not easy to let go of things of the past.
That may have shifted you to a magnitude of negative.
You have to add that the situation did not cause death.
Let it go, in other words, subtract it, and it will be handled
So you will not be burned like a candle.

Your attitude is a true description of you.
Your actions speak louder than words.
People are people so what should it be?
You and I should get along not terribly,
But work together in harmony.


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Harriet-Part I

Sweet Harriet was born with hair
That made the townsfolk stop and stare.
It looked like gold that had been spun
And waved with sparkles in the sun.

Her mother would spend hours and days
Washing, combing; primping with praise,
“Your marvelous hair, it’s magnificent!”
And worth the time that I have spent.”

This ritual went on for years.
She was the envy of her peers.
But when she turned the age of ten,
She announced, “No brushing again.”

Or for that matter, to cut or wash
And soon she didn’t look so posh.
The neat braids once wore on her head
Just ended up in knots instead.

The kids made fun of her at school
As she ate with drips and drool,
Which slipped right through her golden locks
And oozed on down to stain her socks.

The ends that fell into her dish
Were crusted dry and smelled like fish
And turned into a long hair storm.
There was no hope for her reform.

Then one morning Harriet cried,
Beneath her mop, crusted and dried,
“I’m done with school-ain’t goin’ no more.”
Went back to bed and slammed the door.

She stayed all day inside her room
Because she wouldn’t wash and groom.
And it was days before she’d move-
Pure stubbornness!  What could she prove?

Her mother slid in plates of food.
She sat alone and stewed and chewed.
And soon poor Harriet was hid-
No one could tell she was a kid.

Her mother cried, “Oh, please come out!”
But Harriet would only shout,
“I won’t!  I shan’t!  You can’t make me!”
“I want my way!  Why can’t you see?”

Those first days turned into a week.
Her hair became a ratty peak.
She wouldn’t budge, no, not at all,
When friends or Auntie’s came to call.

In this bedroom she would sup-
Next to her window opened up.
Still making messes all around
With gobbling grunts and slurping sounds.

A bluebird flew in with a twig.
It landed on her matted wig
Then built a new nest with its beak
And set its roost upon the peak.

And every day that her hair grew
Her room became more like a zoo
Squirrels and rabbits moved on in-
They built their dens and raised their kin.

Her mom threw food in every day
And so the critters came to stay.
She set up camp upon the floor-
Her sweet appearance was no more.

Her mom checked on her every day.
Now and then Harriet would say,
“I won’t.  I shan’t.  You can’t make me.”
“I want my way.  Why can’t you see?”

The season brought a weather change.
Her hair became a messy mange.
Soon vines began to creep and crawl
Now that the season turned to fall.


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An Adulterous Situation

An Adulterous Situation I knew of a couple, involved in an adulterous situation. A person involved, claimed that he was a Christian! He told others that he wanted to tell her about the Lord… But this involvement in sin, he couldn’t well “afford!” A “casual” encounter led to the marriage’s destruction. Her husband was so hurt, he could hardly “function.” How could this man think there’s “nothing wrong with it.” “It must be fine.” He thought. “everyone’s doing it!” Jesus has come, that we might have freedom from within! Going to church, doesn’t give us a “license to sin!” God gave us marriage, as a holy and divine covenant! He gave us his word, so that our lives can be abundant! May this be a stern warning to one and all! That which may look attractive, will cause us to fall! If there’s something more from marriage that you desire… Be careful! Your deep passions will burn like a fire! May I encourage you to pray and seek the Lord above! And ask him to build your marriage on his love! Only he can restore everything the enemy has taken! He’ll be with you, when you may feel totally forsaken! Adultery is like a cancer cell… That will eventually destroy! It’ll rob you of the many blessings, that God wants you to enjoy! What God has joined as one... May there be no separation! But a heart of unselfishness, and a renewed dedication! By Jim Pemberton


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The jewels of motherhood - I solute my motherly figures

Boy I can say me and my mom has been through some rough years together and apart, but I have to say at the end of the day; THERE IS NO MOM LIKE MINE... I know she did her best with what she had. That I am now more grateful then ever. I seen my mothers struggles, It groomed me for my days away from her. Unspoken lessons I carried all through it. My Grandmother's embrace always kept my heart warm, I ? her dear, she is my Shero... My Mom my Hero....(R.I.P.) To Janice & Mz Penny , and all the other motherly figures in my life time, I solute you and thank you for every jewel you gave me, they are tucked safe away to share with my seeds. Your strengths, wisdom, and endurance passes on.


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"MY TEACHER"

My mother was my teacher she gave me her all.
So when I had troubles she's the one I'd call.

If I needed her help she was always there.
To help me through life and teach me to share.

I was the middle child four girls and three boys.
We brought my mom so much love and joy.

When I was little she taught me to walk.
My first words were"I LOVE YOU" as she
            taught me to talk.

If I cut my finger or fell and scraped my knee.
She'd kiss it and say know it's better baby.

She helped me with my homework no matter
                       what it was.
She's the best mom at no matter what she does.

As times got hard and as I traveled through life.
She led through example how to be a good mom 
                   and a good wife.

She was the best at everything she did.
Even though I wasn't her only kid.

My mother made me the person that I wanted to be
Standing proud,truthful and strong for her to see.
                  Teresa Skyles

Entered in Linda-Marie's"ONE IN A MILLION"contest
MY mom really was my one in a million.


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Memories of mom

                     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


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Giving Me Strength

I was often scared as a child,
I would close my eyes tight.
Things always seemed to go wrong,
When would they ever go right?

A lot of things happened, 
When I was very young.
Now the memories are fading,
Except the sad songs life had sung.

My mother gave me strength.
She gave me the power to live. 
My mother was the one who needed strength,
But taking advantage of her was all I did. 


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Fragrance Lingers Even now

Tears smudged face
Sparkles in my eyes
Fears the spanks the cane paced 
The treasures she offered whole
When I was small

Shared laughter, fears and dreams
She hardly rest but beside my sick bed?
Holds herself like a sandalwood  tree
A pillar, a tower which my arms could spread
When my tears shed

Now withered and shrunken hands 
Still hugs me and cuddles in a curly band
Her starry eyes look deep into mine
With pretty rosy lips she smiles
Breast filled with divine love never weaned
From Womb to tomb, I lean 


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I Hate

I hate the birth mark under my right eye
I hate my extremely static hair
I hate my big bottom lip
I hate my spotty nose

I hate that I have really *****y times
I hate that people only remember me for my really *****y times
I hate that the real *****es hate me
I hate being cautious so they don’t ***** about me

I hate that I cry over everything
I hate that people know I cry over everything
I hate that I hide from them anyway
I hate that they actually don’t care 

I hate the fact that my brother is leaving home next year
I hate the fact that I cried when he told me that
I hate the fact that I hid my tears from him
I hate the fact that he’s all I really have left

I hate my father for making me feel like he doesn’t care about me
I hate my mother for making me feel like she picked him over me
I hate that my brother had to look after me when they couldn’t be bothered
I hate that, in my eyes, they don’t deserve to be called mum and dad

I hate that when I was younger I had to run away from my father
I hate that my mother and brother left me by myself that day
I hate that they left me closer to my father
I hate that they went somewhere I would have felt safer

I hate that I feel like my friends are slowly fading away from me
I hate that I feel like I’m a third wheel
I hate that I feel like my friend’s don’t trust me
I hate that I feel like I can’t trust my friends

I hate the feeling of loneliness
I hate that I read books to escape to a world better than mine
I hate that I write to create a better life than my own
I hate that people want to invade that one heaven I invented

I hate that people ask me why I made Katy Clover Taylor
I hate that I had to make a role model for myself
I hate that she is the person I desperately want to be
I hate that she is the one thing I will never live up to

I hate that I feel like my grades would grasp my families attention
I hate that feeling of disappointment when I get a bad grade
I hate feeling like I have to live up to an expectation to hold their attention
I hate that I am relied on because of my grades

I hate that I am an older mind trapped in a younger body
I hate that I am limited in what I can do because of my age
I hate not being trusted upon
I hate people treating me as a kid

I hate not telling people how I feel
I hate hiding behind an invisible barrier
I hate not being able to share how I feel with people
I hate being scared that they won’t care.

I hate people judging me
I hate judging people
I hate that feeling of giving up
I hate the feeling of losing when I didn’t give up

I hate the choices I have made
I hate that nobody thinks I can live up to my dream
I hate people thinking they are so much better than me
I hate the fact that they are right

I hate that I will never make a good girlfriend
I hate the fact I know nobody would fall for me
I hate knowing that no one would help me pick up my life
I hate that it has fallen apart

I hate hurting the people I love
I hate them not loving me anymore
I hate knowing that what I would do would hurt people
I hate the fact I do it anyway

I hate knowing that I do all of this
I hate knowing I hate all of this
I hate trying to change it
I hate that I am not able to change it

I hate that I try not to give up hope
I hate knowing all hope is lost
I hate that I still try and cling to it anyway
I hate knowing I failed at that too

But most of all

I hate not being able to express this until now
I hate that this still won’t change a thing
I hate thinking that it still might
I hate knowing that no one cares


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Hush Now

Hush now the angel says
She is trying to show me her ways
she is coming to me here
In pure white she takes away your fear
no more troubles await you
with no more worries to go through
feeling just a peaceful bliss
blessed with an angels kiss
it is time for you to leave
hush now the angel says
she is trying to show you her ways
time to cross that iron gate
for it is your fate
she takes your hand across that line
everything will finally be just fine
no longer trapped inside your body
for the angel has come to set you free
hush now the angel says
she is trying to show you her ways
she brings no more tears
she takes your hand and you both disappear
hush now the angel says
you can now watch over your family in so many ways

by bettie l. avery for my mom Marge Ashton-Avery may you rest in peace now mom I love you mom


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My Mothers Doll

Weeping on the window sill.
A long pass love to give.
A doll that with stand time.
Like wear and tear on its strings inside.
The sand that flows in an hour glass.
Is a way to find a love that pass.
My mother holds it once again.
A cool person who love to give.
She gives it to my brothers daughter.
With it sitting on a spindle it can spin.
To thread it back into its former self.
It begins a new love with in.


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mom

 mom my mommy 
 mom of delight
mom the mother of love
i miss your love
but my heart is full of memory
the memory of your caring
the caring of your courage
the courage of your love
the love of your heart
   i miss you mom 
mom tell me 
Are you the mom
that love her children
that firmly stands to defend her children
that perpetually cherish her children
  softly  a voice answer me
awesome children of my own
that staple a symbol of love in me
the love of respect and loyalty
with exquisite thrills of rumors
the rumors of  clamor words
with newly forth of eternity love
until thy off-spring grace days.


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Wish You Were Here Mom

Our Father in heaven gave us a special gift.
Mom was one who kept us from going a drift.

The sound of her voice took away our fears.
Mom was the one who heard our tears.

She had a gift for calming and healing.
Mom alway knew how we were feeling. 

When it was hard to hold on to life’s rope.
Mom was the one who taught us how to cope

She would tell us to get on our knees every day.
Mom was the one who taught us how to pray.

Her words are with us for we are apart.
Mom loved us deeply with all her heart.

We reach our arms up to heaven and wish we could touch.
Mom we just want you to know we still love you very much.

Edward J. Ebbs - Written 4/07/2013, for eulogy, Mom's Funeral


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Mom's Cobbler Pies

Mom slaved over cobbler pies for a dinner-time surprise! Applauded, she sighs...


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Fifty-Seven Years Ago Today

Fifty-Seven Years Ago Today


With new dress and suit, flowers, and hair fixed just right
The dreams, plans, and labors of our lives would unite

My brother and his gal stood beside us on the spot
To give witness to the world that we tied the knot

We stood nervous before the preacher at his home
Promised to cling to each other; never to roam

Said “I do” to the questions; gave the preacher his pay
Man and wife; fifty-seven years ago today.


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My Mom

My mom is always there
To fill my every want and need.
I couldn't ask for a better mom,
To help me secced.
She doesn't like to see me
Hurt,
'Cause it makes her really sad.
She's very protective,
But I guess it comes with
Being a mom.
My mom has a motherly touch,
That puts me to sleep every
Night and day.
My mom isn't the "old fashion"
Mother,
'Cause she's really upbeat.
I have fun with her all
The time.
'Cause she's the best mother ever.
She says I'm a sprouting
Image of her and I know
I am. But that's a 
Good thing, since I want to 
Be just like her.


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THE WATERMELON THIEVES

                                     THE WATERMELON THIEVES

Once when I was oh so young,
My mom decided she,
Would show us where some melons grew,
Beneath some large orange trees.

A farmer man she knew of,
Grew them there she said,
So folks would leave alone the fruit,
That grew above their head.

The melons were okay to take.
Just let the oranges be,
So off we went to pick some,
My mom, my sis and me.

I was only five years old,
So I sat in the car,
With Mama's friend who drove us there,
No light from moon or stars;

Because the orange trees blocked their light,
And I was sore afraid,
Because it was so dark in there,
Hidden in the glade.

Suddenly I saw my mom,
Running like the wind,
Right behind her came my sis,
A melon 'neath each limb.

Then in a flash my mom went down,
She tripped and broke her melons.
"Run Ruth, Run!" I heard her say,
They're runnin' and they're yellin'.

Mother! Wait! I heard Sis call,
For she had gone down too,
Stepped in a rotten one and fell,
They both were in a stew.

A flashlight beam then pierced the dark,
They made the car just barely;
And we took off just like a shot,
Took out the fence gate squarely.

We made it back home just past one.
They laughed until they cried.
I was so young I just sat there,
Agape with my eyes wide.

My mother had skinned both her shins,
My sister, she smelled funny,
Because that melon she stepped in,
Was rotten and real funky.

Some thought my mom as mothers go,
Not what you'd call high scoring,
But I can tell you life back home,
For sure was never boring.

                                                     Judy Ball

FOR NATHAN D.'s - LET'S PUT A SMILE ON MY FACE CONTEST


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BUBBY

I’ve seen all my life
So many people come and go
Passing so quickly
Leaving a faded memory
Of the moment we crossed paths.

So sadly I must say is true
Rarely do I see anyone
Staying around long enough
Getting to know me.
Hardly does a person stay.

You, Bubby, My only son,
The most important man to me,
I’ve come into my life only
To stay and never ever leave
Me all by myself.

So grateful to know you,
And proud as a mom can be
You’re the greatest 
Young man this world has seen.
My only son, my BUBBY.

To see you smile, hear your voice,
Always fills my 
Heart and soul with love.
My only son, my hero, 
Sent from up above.


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Deceased

Middle of the night
All that is heard
Is yelling & screaming
A voice says,
"...No!...
...Why?!...
...Stop!...
...Don't do that!..."
Then nothing
Walk into the room
Nothing to see
Pitch black
One click of the light switch
All is revealed
Empty liquor bottles
Broken glass
Pills
Knife on the floor
Blood splattered all over the walls
With writing on it that reads,
"See what you made me do?"
Look on the floor
A dead body holding a gun
Look on the ceiling
A dead body hanging
What a nightmare
But a wish come true
Both parents
Dead


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Path Warn Down

The shore is what I have seen since I was little
     when I grew up it was so far in the distance to see.
Walking the distance when I was a child I was so brittle
     to notice the path was so warn out to me.

The little strides I took was not so bad
     it was just how it ended up when my mother had my hand.
She pointed out to the horizon to make me glad
     that I could look out and see the sand.

The look in her eyes was so beautiful 
     it was one of those moments that can be captured.
My mother showed me the path and told me to be careful
     to not worry about the pain she pictured.

The final walk up to get home was a bummer
     because it was the sign that ended my time their.
My time at the beach and the sea was the end of summer
     that is when I said, I will be back I swear.

The path might be warn more and more out
     even when time passes and when I get older.
My memories of my mother and I will last with out a doubt
     with time I get smarter and much bolder.


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Beloved Mother

I miss your smile
    the giggling sound.

I miss your touch
    the warm embrace.

I miss your smell
    the inevitable fragrance.

I simply miss you.


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Grow Up

My Barbie dolls are growing old.
My first bike is growing rusty.
My little shoes now pinch my toes
and carry big boxes with ease.
I can reach the cupboards,
and I've learnt how to blow my nose.
I read long books by myself,
and can count by twelve.
I walk to the bus alone now,
Without holding hands.
I eat all my vegtables without being told,
And I've learned how to spell 'hundred'.
My legs may reach farther,
and I may walk longer,
but I will always stay close.
I will always be your little girl.
Always need you.
You will always be my family.
My mother, my father.
Always.


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Mom and Dad

I remember the days,
When my mom and dad were superheroes
Everyday, they’d save my world
But now I hear things about them
Things I don’t want to accept as true
But the words won’t leave my system
I remember I asked someone one day
“If I find out about everything, will I end up hating them?”
I looked into their eyes as they said,
“Yes, you will.”
Ever since, I ignore all talk about mom and dad
And I don’t want the day of hating them to come any time soon.


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What Are Mom's Made of

They say that little boys are made of shells and snails and puppy dog tails.
They say that little girls are made of sugar and spice and everything nice.
       BUT WHAT ARE MOMS MADE OF?
Moms are made of thunder. As her voice booms to say,"Stay out of the cookie 
jar!!"
Moms are stronger than superman. When you want that peanut butter jar open.
    But most of all moms are soft and full of tears.
When you hand her flowers and say," I LOVE YOU MOM!!"


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First class ticket to Heaven

Mom got a First class ticket to Heaven, that's for sure.
Everybody who knew my mom, absolutely adored her.
She always helped others or she would bust her butt trying.
It was so sad when her doctor said that she was dying.

Now she's in Heaven and she has eternal happiness.
Having her for my mother truly made me blessed.
She decided to return to her hometown of Sneedville in 2011.
When she passed away, she got a First class ticket to Heaven.

[Dedicated to Agnes Johnson (1948-2013) who passed away on March 6, 2013.]


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Mom

Strong black woman
Not like other mothers
She always lend a helping hand
I love you mom

My mom is very special to me
And I wouldn't ask for anyone better
I want the whole world to see
That my mom is special, through sun or stormy weather

I wish I could stop and help her
When she stresses or feels down
To show her that I really care
And wipe away her frown

I love you mom
I wish you could see
All the joy and happiness
That you bring to me!


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Crack Mom

Crack mom needs a fix; sells her baby,--"Ah, God!" she moans, "it was worth it!"


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The Grime

She stands by the door waiting for 
her to come, the days finally here 
going home with her mum. 

She's 4 now, almost a year to the 
day, since the childrens aid workers 
came to take her away. 

When she was taken her mom was 
addicted to crack, pulled in by the 
streets and not looking back. 

Mom hustles the streets, living blast 
to blast, hoping this  will help her 
forget her past. 

But now her heart is filled with 
sorrow, "don't worry honey ill clean 
up tomorrow." 

Tomorrows come and go but she 
stays on the street, the drug that's 
too hard  to beat. 

Then it happens a sign from the 
gods, something makes her defy all 
the odds. 

Her boyfriend arrested sent off to 
jail, won't be a while til he can get 
bail. 

Now the light goes off in her head, 
she realizes that the street will soon 
make her dead. 

She leaves downtown and rebuilds 
her life, she can't believe why she 
caused all this strife. 

After a few weeks she gets a visit 
supervised, and she changes herself 
seeing her kids eyes. 

She goes back to school and gets 
her own place, help from family and 
friends she rehabilitates. 

Her boyfriend from prison promises 
her the world, says when he gets out 
it will be them and her girl. 

7 months go by her man gets out of 
jail, now this is not the end of the 
tale. 

Now the little girl stares at the door, 
which I'm sure she's done many 
times before. 

Todays the day, ribbons in her hair, 
pretty pink dress her mom will soon 
be there. 

She hears the door handle and yells 
"Mommy",   door opens its not what 
she expected to see.

The lady walks in sad look on her 
face. The young girl knows she won't 
be leaving this place. 

"Sorry honey, mommy can't make it 
today",
"Why?  Where is she?  What did she 
say?"

Her mom sits in the crackhouse, 
drugs in her hand, staring across the 
table at her freshly released  man. 

"Does anyone have a pipe I can 
borrow?"
"Don't worry honey ill clean up 
tomorrow!"
 



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Doe

She scurries through
the forest, moving
here and there

Providing food and
shelter for her fawns
showing them she cares

A while ago
the father left,
upped and disappeared

And now the mother
does both jobs; a
doe, a female deer

Written in Queens, New York -Circa 1994


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Three Among Us Named Sue

Bows in the pigtails, bows on the dress
swinging her arms, loving all the sass
bouncing and beautiful, rounding and rue
we flow into the coming days, of kissing Sue.

Sue is immortal, holding her babes,
loving her man, cooking her meals,
wanting for the beyond, entering her days
slowing and slowing until she sits more than swings.

And there you find her bowed back all alone,
waiting for a call, wanting everyone back home,
kisses so remote, we wonder how they disappear
until we find warmth with the one who calls us home.


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They Say, We Say

Children these days have no clue
What it is like watching a leaf’s morning dew
They don’t understand how it all works
They don’t get this life’s true words.
 
We do, you just don’t see it all
We might be young, but we don’t just fall
We learned a lot, from head to toe
We know how it works, see us tie and untie a bow.
 
They think they know everything, we passed it before
They think they can cheat us, they lie and hurt a core
How could today’s children do such things
How could today’s children fly without wings.
 
You taught us how to stand, walk and stand again
You taught us how to eat, drink, talk and smile once again
You taught us well, didn’t you Mom and Dad?
Trust your teachings upon us, as we trust you, please Mom and Dad.


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My Best Friend and Mom

She stood there smiling
as I walked the line,
The day had finally come
it is my graduation time.

She stood there crying
as I lay in the bed,
Happy as can be she said
"I can see her head!"

She stood there crying
with a broken heart,
After Katrina quickly 
tore our lives apart.

My mom is not only
a mom as you can see,
She is so much more for
she is a BEST FRIEND to me.

For this I know is
her love has no lack,
I would do anything for her;
even walk from hell and back.


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In the full view of things

In the full view of things 
people will always be harsh 
People will always be stuck up 
Nobody will ever try to help 
Whenever I cry for someone to help 


Nobody comes....


Sometimes I think I am not crying loud enough to hear 
But then I relize,
They only pretend not to hear 
He tells me he cares 
But I know he lies 


He ALWAYS lies....


No matter how hard I try 
No matter what I do 
He still is not satisfied 
He and his frankinstine bride 
Be forwarned... the tale about step mothers.... is true.


They always lie....


They think I am insane 
So they send me to this person
She calls herself a consoler... haha.....
She doesn't have a clue 
She lies, she knows nothing of privet thoughts, and should not be called a counsoler.


What do they know any way....


My mind is my mind 
No one elses to invade 
But if you're brave enough to try 
Good luck getting out... well ...you could say the same 
My mind is always busy 
I can't remember a time when I wasn't thinking 
About the past 
About things I could have said or done 
Or about the future I wish could be true 


I don't know who to trust..... except for one........


My mom 
My sweet and loveing mother 
She is my everything
I love and trust her  
More than I can say


I trust her I love her....


My mom knows me better than anyone I know
She knows my fears, dreams, and hopes
She loves me 
She trust me 
She is the one who helped me when no one would 


I hate him......


The man poseing as a father 
The man who was never there for me
The person I want to be the farthest away from 
I am forced to live with 
By a boges court 
Full of hypocrits and morons 


Why should they get to pick.......


They tell me where I get to go 
They tell me I don't know
OH but I do 
I know more than they could possibly dream of knowing 
Seven years I had been hideing 
Seven years I have known 
He is a heartless monster 


I was there.....


All they had was papers 
I wasn't even aloud in the room 
I had all the proff they needed 
Seven years of experence
But it didn't matter 

One day we will be home with our mother where we belong.


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CHERISHING MOM IN LAWS

I see my mom in law every other week
Her smiling face and wonderful smile always
Makes my week
She will be 99 years young this november, what
a blessing she will be that age this year
From all the stories of family and friends
its something we should think about whe she talks about the
the moments and events
Is so true that time flies by so very fast,
Let us cherish the words our mothers in laws knowledge of the past
for in the past we learn sometimes of what our futures might bring
Cherish mom in laws for all the world knows. they are the wonderful
spirits and yes angels do exist


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Daughter's Love

I have written this poem for you mom
It is so long overdue
I've written poems for others but never one for you
You will be remembered each passing day
In my heart and soul,for you I will pray
I've often sat and thought about the years that slipped away
But did I ever tell you mom all that I should say?
Did I say thank you for always being there?
Did I ever show appreciation for all your love and care?
Do you know I wonder and often I recall,the things that you did for me when I was young
and small.
You could always make me laugh and bring a smile to my face,with your quick sense of humor
and your words full of grace.
We had that special bond when I sat on your knee.
no one else matters mom when it was just you and me.
You are my mom and words cannot describe.
The feelings that I have for you,those feelings deep inside.
And mom I know you love me.
Unconditional is your love
To have,to hold,to know you
I think the Lord above.
I'm glad you've been there when I needed you so much.
Strength,Tenderness,and Kindness
You have that special mom touch.
Mom you are my hero 
And I'm your biggest fan.
I will forever love you 
You are the kindest woman


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Mothers Day Poem

Today's the day we take the time 
to let our mother's know,
that we appreciate they're role
in helping us to grow.
Although this day comes once a year
I think its safe to say,
that most of us cant wait that long,
we do it everyday.
Most people think they're moms the best
and in they're minds its true,
but one mom stands above the rest
and Rosie, that mom's you.
Thank you for your love, your strength,
your words of wisdom too,
but most of all I thank the Lord
for blessing me with you.


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Mother Mary really help us

Yes
Since beginning of the Church
Experience has taught that Mother Mary helps
Millions of Christians testify to it

Example when she protected 
A bride and groom
In Cana
From embarrassment

In the Upper room
On Pentecost
She prayed
Midst of the disciples

Her love for us never ceases
We’re sure
She will plead for us
Now and the hour of death

5122013


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Mom's Reward

A year and a half ago, Mom went to be with the Lord.
She entered the Pearly Gates. Heaven is her reward.
She was born in 1948 and died sixty-four and a half years later.
She went to the Great Beyond and she's experiencing a life that's far greater.
In my case, it's not true that what doesn't kill you makes you stronger.
Mom suffered tremendously before she died but she's suffering no longer.
It hurt me deeply when she died and was laid to rest.
Now she has a life of eternal peace and happiness.

[Dedicated to Agnes Johnson (1948-2013) who passed away on March 6, 2013.]


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Merry Christmas, Mom

Last Christmas was great because I was able to spend it with you.
But I'll be spending this Christmas alone and it makes me feel so blue.
We each thought the world of one another.
I'm very proud that you were my mother.

You were sweet, smart and so very wise.
I've been devastated because of your demise.
You always said that you loved me and was proud of me but nobody tells me that anymore.
I didn't know just how great you were until I lost you and it makes me feel so sad and poor.

It brought me joy when I called you each day.
But sadly, that pleasure has been taken away.
While you were on Earth, I was so blessed.
Merry Christmas Mom, you were truly the best.

[Dedicated to Agnes Johnson (1948-2013) who passed away March 6, 2013.]


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Forget

Oh, how I’d like to forget, walkin in with you on the bed.
You appeared to me as though you were asleep,
But little did I know you were already deceased.
Never seen you the night before, was scared I’d get beat,
to avoid you yelling at me, and trying to keep the peace.
I wish I could forget those memories,
They're burned in my brain and still in my dreams.
If I could have just one wish for me,
I'd wish for just one day that you could be here with me.
Even though according to you I was a disappointment,
I wonder if I was also your regret.
I always let you down, everything was my fault,
I said and meant that I was sorry, and yet it never stopped.
If only... If only... I could rewire my brain,
And forget all the memories that cause me pain.
Because of you I have this fear,
I want to be angry but I end up scared.
Apart of me always wanted to say “F-off,”
Even though I love you and miss you a lot.
When you died I never had the chance to stand up to you to say things I needed to say,
I still have a lot of pent up anger and pain.
And this bottle inside me is about to break.
How dare you leave us when you did!
Did you know that it was going to happen?
Why did you keep so many secrets from dad and me?
Why this way, did it have to be?
I want to be angry.... but I just cant,
You made me stronger, yet gave me half a chance.
No more.... Fore I'll get carried away,
So at peace... I hope you are and will stay.


Details | I do not know? | |

For Aung San Suu Kyi

For Aung San Suu Kyi

manacled
you remained unyielding
bruised by their bayonets of power
you remained unyielding
gagged by their coarse brutality
you remained unyielding
today you return
and we salute
your spirit
that remained
and remains
unyielding


Details | I do not know? | |

My life and my Mom

God gave me life and mom made my life
From the time I was made, to the time I came to life
From the long nine months, to the time I made it to life
From the time of birth, to the time I had life
From the time of breast feed, to the time I began life
From the time I could crawl, to the time I walked to life 

From the time I was sick, to the time my health was hectic
From the time of medication, when I could only use chronic
From the time I was asthmatic, to the time I looked pathetic
From the time I had eczema, to the time it was very septic

From the time I was dirty, to the time she made me clean
From the time I was sweet, to the time I became mean
From the time I was weak, she was there for me to lean
From the time I was a little man, to time I was a grown man

I’m proud of my mom even though I lost my father
She made me a man & she did the same for my brother
I owe my life to God & I give my gratitude to my mother
She made me a son, a brother and one day I’ll be a father


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to my mother

Mom, the power was within your womb 

You Carried me nine month and bought me out of this world 

The thought of you holding this very new life

I write this for you, mother 

Because your love for me was unconditional

You are a rose in the vein of my life

through the years growing with you was defiantly hard and strife

you have struggle with one pair of shoe on dice

And carried the hard labor with $5.50 and yet you fill our plate with brown rice

You struggle with tears and with Jesus you did fought the fear

I know you work hard for the dime

Mom you have went through hard time

But, still you call on Jesus and he comfort you

But, still you call on Jesus and He strengthen you

I write this for you, mother 

You made a daring sacrifice and unselfish desire 

You were always there whenever I needed you

cause your love for me was straightforward and true

Mom, you are my best award Jesus have ever given me

The best one 

Though I may not be the best son 

Having you in my life, 

by listen to you,

 God had found me a special wife

I am more blessed than having you than silver or gold

in your very arms I was that little one that you have hold

mom I love you because you are very bold

You are the senses of my comfort 

though trouble on each side 

Jesus delivered us from the rough tide.

while the enemy try to make me feel impotent

Throughout the whole years of my life you made me fill important

I thank you Jesus for an extraordinary mom

Through encouragement and praise

through the stormy blaze

God amazing grace

 made me say your the greatest mom that I have ever had.

thank you mom for taken care of me 

I appreciate you mom 

by Stanley jean Jacques


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Just a dream, just a dream...

Silent halls
a clock ticks endlessly on the wall
the smell of nothing in the air
nurses far away; they don't care
I'm going crazy. It's too quiet.
I'm in bed. Sterilized needles near it.
I'm scared of needles. Take them away!
Footsteps. My mom comes in. She whispers to me.
I look at her. Something's not right. 
It's dark outside. Dusk has passed; it's night.
The calender reads December.
It was morning in August last I remember.
What's going on? Mom picks up a needle. I tense.
She grabs my arm. I want to run, the fear is intense. 
I do. I run as fast as I can.
Away away away. I crash into a man.
He looks funny. He's all blurry.
My mom calls my name. I try to run.
The man grabs my wrist and I try to peer
at his face. He's still blurry. I see a leer
on his face. It frightens me. I thrash around
trying to break free of his hold. My mom is there. She found me!
My eyes widen as I see the mans face clearly.
My eyes open as wide as they can, nearly
swallowing my face. White. White. I'm in my room.
My breath comes out in gasps. I look at the clock. It's noon.
It was just a dream.
Just a dream.
Just a dream. 


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Mom I love you

Mom I love you

I called my mother last night 
And she was not feeling well
Thought she didn’t say it 
But by her voice I can tell

I felt so heart broken
Wish there is something I can do
The only thing came to mind
Was to say mom I love you

And it had me thinking 
As I sat there for a while
How many sleepless nights she spend
Taking care of me as a child

Wish I could give her the world
What good would that do?
So I wipe a tear from my eyes 
And said mom I love you

I know she is grieving 
Since my father died
And thought the pains keeps growing
She never let it show out side

She would talk about my father
And stare in the sky that blue 
And she gets lost for words
So I said mom dad love you

I know one day the call will come
That she had join my father too
And as we lay her to rest 
I will say mom I love you

So if you are one of the blessed
To have your parents with you 
It would make them so happy
To hear you say I love you

The things our parents done for us 
And they never let us knew
So lets us all thank them
By saying mom and dad I love you


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An Adulterous Situation

An Adulterous Situation I knew of a couple, involved in an adulterous situation. A person involved, claimed that he was a Christian! He told others that he wanted to tell her about the Lord… But this involvement in sin, he couldn’t well “afford!” A “casual” encounter led to the marriage’s destruction. Her husband was so hurt, he could hardly “function.” How could this man think there’s “nothing wrong with it.” “It must be fine.” He thought. “everyone’s doing it!” Jesus has come, that we might have freedom from within! Going to church, doesn’t give us a “license to sin!” God gave us marriage, as a holy and divine covenant! He gave us his word, so that our lives can be abundant! May this be a stern warning to one and all! That which may look attractive, will cause us to fall! If there’s something more from marriage that you desire… Be careful! Your deep passions will burn like a fire! May I encourage you to pray and seek the Lord above! And ask him to build your marriage on his love! Only he can restore everything the enemy has taken! He’ll be with you, when you may feel totally forsaken! Adultery is like a cancer cell… That will eventually destroy! It’ll rob you of the many blessings, that God wants you to enjoy! What God has joined as one... May there be no separation! But a heart of unselfishness, and a renewed dedication! By Jim Pemberton


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madre save me

I had lost you in my head, n day by day went without u,
I had it all n to myself, big, and all of the above, I was living a 
Dangrous life but thts wht I wanted.
On my knees n looking at the grass a glock in the back of my 
head n the guy behind the gun, willing
To do whatever it took to be the best, "ur time is up, u knw how 
it is right just is wht it is",
"No!!!!!" One of the biggest n loudest with a echo scream I 
heared, my mom, scared the guy n shoot me in the back, right 
lung my mother hold me in her arms 30 mins waiting for the 
ambulance, i was in n out hearing her talking to me praying n 
asking for help words bearly would come out,
"It's time to clear things out n get things out of the way with 
god,  he'll judge if i stay or go with him, please mom stop crying 
for me."
One full month in the hospital critical conditions only woke up 
5 times n always she was there no matter wht she wanted to be 
there.
"You don't learn do you?" My mom said laying on the sofa
"I'll be back, have to take care of one thing" I replied
"We all have a mother just keep tht in mind".
On ur knees, u got anything to say? As I had a glock in the back 
of the head of the one who shoot me.
"I should of killed u n now its my lost." He told me
"U have a mother?" I asked
"Screw u." He replied
" go to ur mother n thnk her because of her ill let u live."
Mother asleep with a tear, kissed her forhead.
I couldn't do it becuase i don't want a mother to suffer wht my 
mother passed through.


Details | I do not know? | |

A Poem For Boo

Honey I know I failed you for so many years...
I really wanted to take from you sadness and tears...
I love you forever and I  will forever...
I enjoy every moment we have together...
I want you to know I didn't want to be away...
If I could take it all back I would today.

I wasnt the alcholic mom you thought I was...
I didn't leave just because...
I thought if I just danced one last time we'de be okay...
but one turned to many, and the money went away.

I really wish I was woman enough to give you your father...
But I think he was to young to bother...
I am sorry I devorced your dad...
I do know it made you sad...
I wanted to give you a better world...
I love you so much my babygirl.

I am sorry I wish I had been a better mom to you...
Now I am wanted your heart to be true...
I am really sorry and I wish I had made better choices...
Instead I was fighting to many voices.


Boo, I am really sorry I hurt you I wish for you I had made better choices. I never 
wanted to hurt you or leave you behind. I hope you know you are part of my 
happyness I will never give up again.


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What Has Happened To The Family

I remember growing up in a Christian family.
We were content, joyful and quite happy.

Things were "going along rather well."
We loved each other... more than words could tell.

I think of the special love 
between mom and dad.
As my parents... I was proud and glad!

Over the years that rolled  on by.
Something happened.  I don't know why. 

Our deep love became 
replaced with "excuses."
Our relationshps filed with
 "barsh words and bruises."

This family... I once held so close to my heart.
Began to "unravel and fall apart."

Our love for another became bitter and cold.
Even to the day we're "growing old."

Everywhere... it is evident and appearing.
The family as a unit is quickly disappearing.

We must come together and 
remove all bitterness.
And walk in God's love and his forgiveness!

We must appreciate one another--
in spite of our faults!
Standing together on Godly principles 
brings good results!

It we insist on "going our separate ways."
We'll be sorry "one of these days!"

The family is what God has put together.
It needs to be rooted in love--
both now and forever!

HIS love needs to be the glue 
that binds us as one.
Blessing every mom and dad... 
daughter and son!

By Jim Pemberton
2009


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A mothers Love

A Mama’s Love.

Words can’t tell the love a Mother gives, 
How precious and compassionate the life in which she lives.

She sweeps her children close and protects them with her love,
And prays for God to hear her words in heaven above.

She is willing to lay down her life, if that is what it takes,
For each of her children, and forgive each one of all there mistakes.

Her voice speaks clearly, and some times she needs to be stern,
She never allows her heart to wonder, never far from concern.

She can kiss away the hurt, or bandage a skinned up knee,
She can even help her little one down from a tree.

So many times her prayers are often hid, no one ever knows-
To keep those little ones well upon there toes. 

Her heart has been broken oh so many times, and her eyes filled with tears.
But she has agreed and knows that her love must last for many years.

The shoes she’s tied, and the buttons pressed through there holes,
Her prayer is always that God will save, and keep her Children’s souls.

She watches each day, and see’s her small ones grow,
And she is so proud of them, a smile she often bestows.

A Christian Mother is a blessing to her small and little one.
Her love is needed from the rising of the morning sun.

God bless each, and every Mom all over Gods land,
And keep her with us, and in our hearts –and blessed by Gods hand.

A loving Mother is more precious than any treasure every found,
I’m sure you feel that yours is the best than any around.

Don’t forget to hug, and love on mom today,
Let her know she is so precious, and loving in her own special way.

By: Wendell L Mays 
Mother’s Day 2009 


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M

Mom, spring whispers to me
That every tear you shed
There in heaven
Will soon become a love song
And each prayer of mine
You hear
Mom, pick a flower
From the garden of angels
Send it to me
While gentle sleep steals my soul
Among the living
You know mom,
No matter how many doors they''ll open
No one can enter
The upper heart
Where I keep my childhood


Details | I do not know? | |

For my Mother

For a Mother.

 

she left me

with only the thoughts of her embrace to warm me

in frigid mornings of tomorrows yet to come

she left me

with her words of tender truths to shroud me

in the coming evenings of stabbing sleet and hail

she left me

yet she stays forever within me

in my waking dreams

and in my restful thoughts

she stays forever within me

she remains an abiding part

of the love

the pain

the tears

and never shall we be

truly apart

 


Details | I do not know? | |

I just Thought,

People may say that i am a spoiled little brat.
    Only becuase they see what they wan't to see.
   We all have been through things in our life time that we just want to forget, but we just can't  seem to forget.

My mom has put me through many things "but lets not say" in the past.  And i have learned from some of those things.  It made me a stronger person inside and outside. 

  I don't know my father at all. I wasn't even born when my mom was around him.
 But i have a loving family.

I would never change my past even if i had the chance.  Becuase if i did then i wouldn't be 
where i am now.

 People who are out there that are judging people based on how they act or look, are stupid. Wise up and grow up... 
Those people you judge have a GOOD reason for the way they look or act.
 And maybe they need some one there to talk to. To get things off their 
back.

                        Just like the saying. "Don't judge a book by it's cover"



*just something  that i had to say* :)comment if you have a thought (or fav poem if you like it)*


Details | Free verse | |

For My Mother

She knows that I love her
I always put her above the rest
I can't be without her
She means so much
Too much to me
I call her mommy
She gave birth to me
She gave me life
She's has given me
Everything I could ever need
& more
I appreciate all the little things
Don't leave earth without me
Always in my heart
I will love you forever
I know sometimes I can be a pain
But that doesn't mean I don't love you
Or love you any less
I owe you so much
I can never repay you
But I start everyday
By saying I Love You


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Over the Moon

If you could've been saved, I would've been over the moon.
But you died and you were taken far too soon.
You had to have a hysterectomy and your left leg amputated.
You were in so much pain, it was something that I truly hated.

My brother and I had to end your pain by taking you off the respirator.
If I would've had a choice, I would've rather wrestled with an alligator.
When you died, I came home and licked my wounds.
If you could've been saved, I would've been over the moon.

[Dedicated to Agnes Johnson (1948-2013) who passed away on March 6, 2013.]


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I miss you my mom

Not many babies are born with an angel at hand. 
I'm one of the few this must have been planned. 
My first memory of you is feeling your joy. 
Ready to love and protect your new baby boy

Always there to love me and teach me to ease my fears 
There to hug me and hold me, to wipe away my tears. 
We grew strong together, but had a difficult ride. 
You never broke down you just took it in stride.

Through the loss of our family you taught me to cope with the mess. 
You told me it would soon hurt less often but would never hurt less. 
Now I've lost you, and I'm all on my own 
A loneliness fills me, one I never have known.

All I have now are memories of words you would say. 
To help me survive this each and every day. 
I miss you my mom my angel my friend. 
With these words my love I send.

It was my gift to you to set you free from your pain. 
You taught me through this it would be strength that I gain. 
So now with all my love my writing must end. 
I miss you my mom my angel my friend.


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A DELICIOUS SPLIT-PEA SOUP

Green peas and all kinds of beans
are split open to release their seeds,
like those peas in a green pod,
that mother cooked in a huge pot!


One of my dad's friends who wore a veteran's brooch, 
would shamelessly cheat to get a delicious split-pea soup;
mom didn't know he was a cheater, and surely would have hit him
with the wooden dough roller when he peaked with a grim!   


And mom slowly stirred the vegetable soup,
she used to say, " The longer it cooks, the better it tastes! '
And my mouth was drooling to taste those soft peas...
that I took out of the seeds' casings without miscue! 


Mother rushed in the kitchen with a roar of an enraged lion,
" That idiot is playing no fair game! He is a menace to all!
And he passes glasses of brandy to get everybody drunk! " 
" He wants to win no matter what the cost...oh, clever maven! "


The split-pea soup steams like a hot volcano erupting,
the cover of the pot blows off, " What a mess on my stove! " mom  screams...
" It's all his fault that I am in this state! " she continues yelling...
" I still hear his big mouth mocking...wait 'till I have finished cooking these peas! "


Entered in Nathan's Laccese contest, " Two peas in a pod " 

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


Details | Epic | |

Happy Birthday, Mom

May 13th is my mother's birthday. I hope she's very excited. Although we have different
point of views and we're the exact opposite, she's still my mom and I love her. Her love
is still the same, even though she's getting old, but no matter. It's the time of the year
when my family members get the chance to wish my loving mother a great happy birthday and
hoping that her birthday goes well as planned. Even if I can't afford to get my mom a
birthday present and/or a birthday card, I'd still be the only one to tell my mom that I
really love her, and always will. I'll still love my mom, even if I get married and have
children of my own in the near future. But even though my mother's birthday only comes
once a year and it ends at midnight, it will have been a birthday everybody, including me,
will never forget. I hope my mother's birthdays go great as planned and I hope she has
some perfect birthdays and regular days for what will be the rest of her life. Happy
birthday, Mom.


Details | Free verse | |

my mom

                                God, I always pray for you
                           And I want to ask you for something 
                    I want you to protect my mom from everything;
                         I want you to protect her from sickness, 
                         I want you to protect her from danger,
                         I want to protect her from darkness
                                  Without her im nothing
                    She is the light, she is the key of my life
                 So please god don’t take her away from me
                              I always need her beside me
                            When im sad I only go to her
                        When im confused I only go to her 
       When im in a trouble, she helps me to get my self out of it  
              When im heart hurted she makes me feel better
                   When I need an advice I go to her
                                  I tell her all my secrets
                                  I tell her all my feelings
                                 Without her, my life stops 
           When my mom gives me a hug, she makes me feel warm
          When my mom talks to me, her voice makes me feel happy
                  My mom is an opiate that makes me feel relax…
                       So please god don’t ever forget my mom, 
                             And keep her always there for me


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"THE BIRDS AND THE BEES"

When my mom told me about the birds and the bees.
She told me everything in life I would need.
The things about a woman and a man.
Things I can't do and things that I can. 
She told me about a husband and being a good wife.
About how to live so I could have a good life.
I did everything she told me to do.
Everything she said to do came true.
When mom tells you about the birds and the bees.
It's all about life for you to see.
               Teresa Skyles

I tried to enter Carol's contest but couldn't get my
mama out of my mind.


Details | Free verse | |

To clean

To clean

In the midst of orphans
I sit
Motherless
Like I
We are asked
What our mummies
Taught us

Some say
To love, to have faith, to believe
Others say
To follow their dreams, to be themselves,
To do good

I 
To clean
To always clean
My heart
And leave it spotless
For 
Love, faith, good
Kindness, honesty, obedience


And my mind
For thought
Thought for others
Other than my self

And strength
Strength to believe, to follow my dreams,
To be myself always 
For there is no one better.


Details | Rhyme | |

Home Cooked Meals

Mommy and I have to eat home cooked meals
At the restaurant
Because mommy is determined to keep up this 
Fam’ly front.
No one can know we live in misery.
Though we wear Oleg Cassini and 
Carry a Coach purse
We live in love’s poverty.

I think I’m getting an ulcer.
But, she eats slow
And I clean my plate
Don’t want to get home too early
We want to waste time
And get home very late

We eat out almost every night
To make people think everythings alright
I no longer ask why she doesn’t confess
And try to get us out of this mess.
She just feels she’ll never be blessed
And she wants to keep her designer suits
And bags…
She thinks she’s trapped
And it’s all very sad…

And
I think I’m getting an ulcer…




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SOMEWHERE TO CALL HOME

SOMEWHERE TO CALL HOME
There are a lot of firsts in a child’s life that we all might forget
The first time they say Mom or Dad,
Feeling all the ooh’s and aah’s.
The first time that they hold your hand,
The feeling goes right to your heart.
You know  that this child is blood right from the start.

The hardest time in a Child’s life,
 is when they think all is lost.
Feeling left behind and all alone and abandoned,
and looking for somewhere to call home.
To know the feeling of being someone special,
then have it ripped away, 
all they will feel is being alone.
Every time they look behind there is an empty spot.
When the people they know as Mom and Dad are there,
they are never alone.

But, when a child comes around and is not of your blood,
the love they need is just the seed.
Just the feeling of the two figures called Mom and Dad
to look up to means a lot to them.
For a child to call out Mom and Dad,
and hear no sound is very sad.

Who ever said that these kids are nothing,
there is something very wrong in their minds.
They have been looking for somewhere to call home
 for such a very long time.
They don’t ask for much just a place to belong,
no matter how long it takes.

After so long your kids get old,
and go away without looking back,
 no hugs or kisses in sight.
Your life void of the words Mom and Dad,
that they will never say tonight.

To adopt a child and give them life and hope,
To put the laughter back in their voice,
and the twinkle back in their eyes,
to finally hear the words Mom and Dad is the ultimate surprise.

Harold F. Therault Jr. June, 2, 2007
(Dedicated with love to: Liliana Alicia-Marie Therault)


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Dignity and Grace

We all deal with loss at some point.
Its just something we must do. 
They are just a hard part of life. 
Just something we go through. 
Though non of them are easy.
There's one that's like no other. 
For nothing quite compares. 
To the day you lose your Mother. 
She has been there since moment one. 
And every moment since. 
Which makes it hard to ever speak of her. 
While using a past tense. 
Mothers pride themselves on teaching us. 
Everything we need to know. 
Through selflessness and sacrifice. 
They strive to help us grow. 
Though losing her is without a doubt. 
One of the hardest things we face. 
We must do everything we can. 
To help her pass with dignity and grace.


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Dear Mom And Dad

Are you the same mom and dad 
I used to know?
Since I left the house… 
many years ago? 

Both who carefully taught 
me the Christian ways.
Don’t seem to care 
what the Bible says. 

You were there to give correction
with a belt in hand.
But now are doing things…
 I don’t understand. 

What happened to the father’s love 
I once seen in your eyes?
You’ve somehow twisted God's 
truth into corruptible lies. 

You’ve broken my heart 
dear mom and dad.
I’m praying for you… 
but my heart grows sad. 

Please… Just this once…
 Listen to me!
I want the Godly parents 
you used to be! 

Please make me proud of the
parents I once knew.
And know that I really love
and appreciate you.
 
You’re my mom and dad… 
You’re the world to me.
And you’re special to God...
It’s plain to see! 

May your days be blessed and 
God’s presence fill your soul.
I will always love you no matter
where you may go. 

Thanks mom and dad for reading
this “special letter.”
With God on board… 
Things will get better! 

By Jim Pemberton
2007





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Handstands

She does handstands
to make him understand
somersaults
to care for someone
thinking that Solomon
might know what it's like 
to love another
more than yourself


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Thanks For Being My Mom

You are the strongest person I have ever known...                                      
1-14-10
You always made sure we had everything and you did it on your own...
I want to say I'm sorry for all the things that I've done wrong...
I know it wasn't an easy job trying to be my mom...
We didn't always get along when I was younger and sometimes we still don't see eye to eye...
But when ever I needed you,you were always by my side...
And I hope you know if you ever need me all you have to do is call...
I'll be standing right behind you to catch you if you fall...
I know I am lucky to have a mom as great as you...
And I just want to say I love mom and I am grateful for all you have done for me and all
that you still do...




I love you very much mom!Thanks for being my mom

                                                                                         
             By
                                                                                         
               Denise
                                                                                         
               Teeter


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Mother

As you lie there in pain hurting as you are
Our hearts go out to you, whether we are near or far
No matter what our differences have been until this day
We get down on our knees, every night and pray
Asking God to ease your pain, and to hold your hand
No matter where you go, no matter where you land

Your life is oh so precious, we love you Mom we do
We know that there are times that you think this is not true
But whether we have talked, or if we see each other
It will never change the fact that we love you our dear mother!

Your time is growing short, as your life it slips away
So I am asking God to guide you, each and everyday
To let you go on, where pain you'll feel no more
And paradise you'll find ,as you enter through that door

Mom, you taught us all, that God had intended to
Be shown upon your children, so they know what to do
Lessons in life you have tried to teach us all
Some of us may stand and some of us may fall
We were given you, to love us now and forever
The greatest plan from God, was You, and it was clever

So mom go walk that path, that brings you to your love
And be with Dad and God, in Heaven up above
Don't fight this anymore, just close your eyes and go
For this is what is best, for this we know is so

We'll say our goodbyes now, please know we all love you
We'll miss you even more, but mom this you must do
We'll hold your hand, as you leave us here today
To go to a better place, and be with God to stay

Mom we'll be ok, we want whats best for you 
Your tired and your weak, for this we know is true
Your always in our hearts, but this you know is best
We love you mom, now please, go with God and rest!


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Her Rendition

A very special date to me Is the 30th 
of September 
It's the birthday of someone special 
one I always will remember 
A date that changed many lives and 
can not be compared to any other 
It was the day the world received a 
gift A gift that was my mother 
She changed the life of nearly 
everyone and every life that she 
would touch 
So I feel I can speak for everyone 
when I say we miss her very much 
I often think of what I might do If we 
still had her here today 
I think I would do things just the same in 
every single way 
Probably keep it sweet and simple 
with nothing special planned 
Quietly sit with her and talk And 
gently hold her hand 
She once said what matters most Is 
love without condition 
And I find life goes more smoothly by 
when I follow her rendition


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mom

                            

                                   God, I always pray for you
                           And I want to ask you for something 
                    I want you to protect my mom from everything;
                         I want you to protect her from sickness, 
                         I want you to protect her from danger,
                         I want to protect her from darkness
                                  Without her im nothing
                    She is the light, she is the key of my life
                 So please god don’t take her away from me
                              I always need her beside me
                            When im sad I only go to her
                        When im confused I only go to her 
       When im in a trouble, she helps me to get my self out of it  
              When im heart hurted she makes me feel better
                   When I need an advice I always go to her
                                  I tell her all my secrets
                                  I tell her all my feelings
                                 Without her, my life stops 
           When my mom gives me a hug, she makes me feel warm
          When my mom talks to me, her voice makes me feel happy
                  My mom is an opiate that makes me feel relax…
                       So please god don’t ever forget my mom, 
                             And keep her always there for me


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Melon Queen, dedicated to Heather

A year ago, wow that did go fast
One of my dreams, did come true at last.
Up on that stage, it wasn't a game
Did I hear right, they just called my name?

Our Melon queen, her name was Heather
Now come parades, wtih all the weather.
Some would be cold, and some would be hot
No matter what, I would speak a lot.

The tears of joy, they ran down my face
It happened quick, I felt my heart race.
I looked at mom, then glanced at my dad
So filled with pride, the grins they both had.

Dad cleaned the float, and he packed the car
Knowing we had, to drive pretty far.
Rushing around, I'd hear my mom say
"Heather come on, we've got a long way".

Waking early, and pulling the float
I can't forget, my blanket and coat.
The wind and rain, could last quite a while
I'd always wave, and give them a smile.

The teas we had, the friends that I made
This whole past year, I would never trade.
Always helping, were my mom and dad
Giving it up, I feel quite sad.


Details | I do not know? | |

It not the end of my life walking out the door

It’s just for a few months, nothing more!
It not the end of my life walking out the door.
It’d hard being a mom when you are poor.
Will he ever understand?
I will send money when I can.
We have the same eyes, little ears, and little hands.
I never knew I could love like this.
It’s killing me thinking of what I will miss.
We didn’t have much time.
Will he ever understand why?
This is the happiest day of my life.
This is the saddest day of my life.
I never knew I could hurt and feel joy before.
It’s just for a few months, nothing more!
It not the end of my life walking out the door.
It’d hard being a mom when you are poor.
Just a few more seconds longer.
I wish I could be stronger.
I know he has to go.
I know I’m just postponing what’s beyond my control.
I love him more than he can possibly know.
I would let him go.
I would lie for him.
I’d crawl for him.
I would go to the ends of space and time for him.
I would die for him.
So when you tell him,
Tell him that.
Tell him all of that.
It’s just for a few months, nothing more!
It not the end of my life walking out the door.
It’d hard being a mom when you are poor.


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A YOUNG LIFE TAKEN

Ruth wasn't more than seventeen,
the cutest girl I had ever seen;
a drunk driver collided head-on
with a Buick Regal at an excessive speed.
That intoxicated man had smoked weed...
he once was a clean, responsible son.


Yesterday her mom was so proud of a boy so mannered and tame,
today she's gotten a share of the horrendous shame;
he's not aware of the horrifying crash, he continues to laugh;
while in the passenger's seat of the other car Ruth bleeds to death. 


The nearest hospital' ambulance comes within five minute's time,
the car radio is still playing that song with perfect rhyme;
Ruth's face is covered with blood and pieces of glass,
and her mom tries to wipe them off with a towel as white as her dress.
She hopes that those paramedics would save her,
but she has no pulse,...how heart-wrenching is Ruth's mother despair!


Why did he drink irresponsibly, get behind the wheel and enter the opposite lane? 
Didn't he know that a car is a weapon that often takes the life of an innocent person? 
" So sorry for my son's negligence and impairment, I will share your deep pain."
Will's mom apologizes in an attempt to comfort her while sunlight brings on the dawn.


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Womb

It was forty-three years ago today when I left your womb.
Your death has brought about tears, despair and gloom.
Usually pregnancies last nine months but you had a longer wait.
You carried me for ten months, I was a month late.
From the day I was born until the day you died, we shared a special bond.
You were always there for me and I'm still unhappy because you're gone.
You didn't deserve to suffer the way you did, what a horrible fate.
The doctors did all they could but you went to the hospital too late.
I didn't know what I had until I lost it and I lost you too soon.
It was forty-three years ago today when I left your womb.

[Dedicated to Agnes Johnson (1948-2013) who gave birth to me 43 years ago today.]


Details | I do not know? | |

My Alter Ego

                      

In my eyes as a child my dreams forever grow,
I can catch the talons of an eagle and slay the meanest foe,
Drop to the peak of the mountain top and set my Princess free,
Dive the depths of the ocean and bring her back the sea,
To quince her thirst and cleanse her soul,
In the name of  my  friend, Ebie Sybie So.
I can slap my baby sisters and for all my parents know,
It wasn’t me who did it, It was Ebie Sybie So,
I remember this one most frightening  time, 
When the twins teamed up and beat my behind,
Ebie wasn’t there and it got real scary, 
‘Cause my sister had two friends, Redeye and Kerry,
Redeye and Kerry must have assisted the twins, 
You see they were Cindy’s two imaginary friends,
Out numbered but not out classed,
I cried to my mother hoping she’d beat their ass,
As I went to my mother with tears in my eyes,
The twins got smart and started to cry,
Mom came a running like a mother cat,
You see the twins were the youngest spoiled little brats,
What did you do to my darling little twins, tell me now, I want to know,
 But Mom it wasn’t me who did it. It was Ebie Sybie So.
Well as time went by, it was half past nine,
When my mother took the switch and beat my behind,
She said, that wasn’t nice, what you did, you know,
But Mom, it wasn’t me who did it. It was Ebie Sybie So.
My mom said, when I lie, my lips begin to grow,
Like the nose of the puppet  Pinocchio,
In my eyes, it wasn’t a lie,
And besides Cindy had two friends, Kerry and Redeye.
Back in the bathroom, in the mirror I stare,
What happened to you Ebie, don’t you even care?
The silence was deafening  as my tears began to flow,
It wasn’t me who did it. It was Ebie Sybie So.


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God May Have Played Favorites

                                                         



                            I think God may have played favorites to give us the parents
that we had.  They taught us how to 

                       love and be thoughtful and glad.  They couldn't stress enough to
never hold a grudge with someone for more

                       than a day, you never know what catastrophe could strike and take
that person away.  Another was to show appreciation by

                       actions because talk is somewhat cheap.  It houses insincere
gestures that honor just can't keep.  My mom's

                       eyes were glazed and full of tears, her courage made her fight. 
Cancer took both breasts and hair our prayers

                       kept hope in sight.  She never showed her fear to us and cooked
dinner most every night.  Her love was

                       so strong and powerful she never got the recognition she deserved.
 That's why I dedicate this poem to my mom

                       and thank God for what I've learned.  The last visit at the
hospital my mom took her last breath and died in 

                       my arms.  My whole world started collapsing as I screamed for the
nurse in alarm.  I wanted to bring my mom back 

                       to tell her sorry for the mean things I had once said but the
doctor said her lungs had filled with fluid and

                       had drowned and was now dead.  We were all consumed in sadness my
dad had lost his way.  He stopped eating and

                       got sick and died 3 months later almost to the very day.  This is
the first time I have ever been able to share

                       with anyone what my heart has been trying to say.  The warm feeling
when God embraces me every time I pray.


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HAPPY MOTHER DAY

Im not sure how it feel to give birth to a child 
But I know how it feels to be a mother 
Going though being up all day
dealing with their cold
Trying to put them to sleep at night and giving them a bath 
Its hard but im sure it will get better
Thats why I want to Thank my mother
because I know taking care of us when my father wal out ours lives was hard
Thinking we would never have someone to come and take his places 
Feeling no love when things go hard 
I thank you mom 
because without you I wouldnt be were I am now 
I might not be were I want to be but Im in a better place then some
I thank you mom for being so hard on me
and showing me that life dont get ease it just get harder
for showing me that I can be any thing I want to be without no one
for pushing to my dreams of becoming the best baker 
Mom you are the best and I am glad I have you 
I know we had and have our ups and down
but who dont
I know we had our dislikes bout each other 
but who dont
that a part of life 
and I thank you so much and I am glad I still have you
You are the best
HAPPY MOTHER DAY


Details | Free verse | |

collaberation vs compulation

ok, mom's right, it's "collaborate and copulate"
that's what I meant to say

i am the mom and when i say
it is right it is and
it is weird and i could
be wrong.

ok. we agreed, we only get 2 lines
and you have taken 4 lines
(and I can't even be poetic, cuz you done took my lines)

i was just trying to save paper
for green for the environment
i was helping you.

Helping me?
Helping me what?
ok, I'm usin more lines
You ain't green! You ain't even fair!!!!!!!

WELL, I AM A protester and i
has a been sitting in trees
a lot,  baby sister you better
be nice to your ole ma.

Ok, for 1, you ain't no damn protestor
And you ain't in no trees
and we is hooked on phonics
but we profound
for instance, I done found my lighter

see, i was honest for you and i hired
a surrogate tree hugger so i could
be with you baby sister. duh

Mother, when will you EVER learn to use CAPS?
I know you are honest, and silly, cute, lovable
and you smell good.
But you still broke the 2 line rule AND
if you break the rules, I break them better.... love kim

well,we won't worry about this anymore.
go take a bath...love mom.

P.S. Didn't even get to talk about the copulating and all.... Damn.......


Written by a Mom and Daughter just being foolish cuz we love each other


Details | ABC | |

Mother

Ode to the mother who is so kind
who’s beauty and gospel light always shine.
The mother that I love so dear always does the wash
The mother that I love so dears loves the kitchen store called Bosch.
Mother, I don’t know if you remember the time you once told me, 
that I would always be your baby as long as you were taller;
Believe me Mom that is not quiet fair you always knew I would be smaller.
I never told you how brave and strong you are to me.
Mother I first noticed your strength when grandma left this earth
I know how much it hurt you,
I know how much you cried.
The sorrow that burdened your heart always burdened mine
But the thing that I remember most was how I felt inside
I’d thought that I had lost her forever,
Mom, I thought life would never be the same. 
But then I looked into your eyes and that’s were I lost my pain.
I knew she wasn’t lost because her and you are the same, as long
as you’re my Mommy and forever with me you remain.
I hope one day Mother that I shine the way you do,
with the glory of God inside you and a little bit of grandma too.
Your beauty is more than outward appearance, it’s what’s on the inside I love.
You always put up with me, 
you always seem to care,
So Mother I know I’m not perfect 
and I can be a grouch,
But I know that you love me, and that’s what really counts.
I don’t know why you chose me, but I know why I chose you
Because God believed that you would lead me back to him and would keep me 
close to you.
I could not be more proud of the mother you are to me.
So thank you Mom for being the mother I want to be, I hope one day you will know
how much you will always mean to me.


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Mom I love you

Mom I love you

I called my mother last night 
And she was not feeling well
Thought she didn’t say it 
But by her voice I can tell

I felt so heart broken
Wish there is something I can do
The only thing came to mind
Was to say mom I love you

And it had me thinking 
As I sat there for a while
How many sleepless nights she spend
Taking care of me as a child

Wish I could give her the world
What good would that do?
So I wipe a tear from my eyes 
And said mom I love you

I know she is grieving 
Since my father died
And thought the pains keeps growing
She never let it show out side

She would talk about my father
And stare in the sky that blue 
And she gets lost for words
So I said mom dad love you

I know one day the call will come
That she had join my father too
And as we lay her to rest 
I will say mom I love you

So if you are one of the blessed
To have your parents with you 
It would make them so happy
To hear you say I love you

The things our parents done for us 
And they never let us knew
So lets us all thank them
By saying mom and dad I love you
 


Details | I do not know? | |

The Dream Of A Baby

Me and my mom sit all alone 
as she hums a very slow tone 
i close my eyes as i dream of life 
and what i will be a girl or a wife
as i drame of what i will be 
i thought of when she sets me free 
i think of what will happen today 
i will always be a step away
i dream what could really last
this beautiful world goes by so fast 
i open my eyes to find it right
the answer was as plain as sight 
it was my mom and what she will be
because at the time i was only three


Details | Senryu | |

Mother and Father, senryu x2

~*~ FATHER GAVE ME LIFE HIS LOVE FILLS MY HEART WITH JOY MY DADDY IS BEST ~*~ ~~**~~ ~*~ MOMS ARE HEAVEN SENT ANGELS ON EARTH MOTHERS ARE LOVE LIKE NO OTHER ~~**~~ ~*~


Details | Free verse | |

The soul that's still alive in me

My mom is dying
And me in front of her
I sit and cry 
The tears of endless pain..

My mom is dying 
And me fondling her hair
 with love, 
whispering to her ears 
that everything 
is going to be fine,
although I know it’s not..

my mom is dying
and me standing out there 
under the violent rain 
blaming God for 
taking her away from me..

my mom is dying 
and me contemplating
the pain that’s surrounding 
her heart..

my mom is dying 
and me hearing her 
utter to 
god to keep me safe 
and take her away soon..



my mom is dying
and me watching
the tears of sadness 
sinking in her lifeless eyes..

my mom is dying 
and me listening to her 
uttering to me her words:
“ don’t live your life miserable 
When am gone, 
Don’t leave the pain
Kill my heart up there
When I watch you cry, 
Live my life.
Live my life and keep going, 
Erase your past 
And write your future.
I’ll be taken away from this world 
But not from your heart, 
Not from your soul.
I love you my daughter, 
I love you..”

Sitting by the window
Watching the ray of thunder 
Hit the ground..

Sitting by the window
Listening to the drops of rain 
Fall..

Sitting by the window
Contemplating the darkness
Of the dark..

Sitting by the window
Crying
Crying 
Crying..

Im lost 
And nobody can hear 
my silent scream..

im lost 
and nobody can see
my painful tears..

im lost 
im lost 
im lost..

I got her the chocolate 
She always loved 
I got her the rose 
She used to be
And put them by her grave..

Sitting by he grave 
Talking to her
 with constant tears..

sitting by her grave
whispering to her
my thoughts..

As a fish needs the sea
To stay alive,
I need her with me to live

As a baby needs his mother’s love
To feel safe,
I need her with me to live

As we all need happiness
To keep walking, 
I need her with me to live,
I need her with me 
To keep my heart going on..

Sitting by the window again
Listening to the silence
 of the dark..

sitting by the window again
contemplating
 our happy memories..

sitting by the window again 
asking god
to have mercy on her soul
and promising my mom
to make her always proud..

as I fall into my deep sleep
I utter my last words:
“ I love you mom.” 
 


Details | Cinqku | |

MY SWEET MOTHER

Cinqku  2-3-4-6-2 syllables

                                                       Mother
                                                   A sweet dish
                                                  Perfect texture
                                       Melts in mouth cream heaven
                                                    Sweet mom

                                                        Pantry
                                                      No entry
                                                   Fingers no no
                                         But mom's cuddle so sweet
                                                    Sweet mom




                                         © Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty
                                                13 December 2014


Details | Free verse | |

Slits

A dozen slits upon her arms, just a couple 
On her legs. She feels her pain is relieved
But, would rather she be dead? 
She slits her wrists, two wide cuts.
The blood drips down her arms.
Tears fall down her face
As she realizes, just what she's done. 
She lies there on her bathroom floor
As tears roll down her cheeks. 
Her body goes limp from what she's done, 
She is so very weak.
Her mother walks in at this site,
Her daughter begins to weep.
Her mother holds her very tight
She helps her to her feet.
What little strength she has left, gets her
To her bed, there lies no harm in her 
Mother's arms. She cried, "I love you mom"
"I love u too my dear" mom says
As her daughter died that day.


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Mom's COLD, DEAD, STARE

How come she doesn't love me?
How come she will not care?
Why does she only look at me
with that COLD, DEAD, STARE?
I know she says she's sorry
for all the pain I've had.
Then, why won't she break this cycle
and show me life's not so bad?
She thinks it's just too late now.
I know I'm already grown.
But I could use her friendship
while I raise kids of my own.
A mom to tell my thoughts to.
A mom to share my fears.
Just someone to care for me 
as I grow thoughout the years.
It's over now, I've begged her
to love me and to care.
But all I ever get from her
is that COLD, DEAD, STARE.


Details | I do not know? | |

My Mom

I love my mom so dear.
She’s part of my life indeed.
She was blessed with six kids,
but God took one to be with 
him in heaven.

We had hard times that
she managed quite well.
She didn’t ignore our 
needs at all.

Love, patience, and care
is what we received
through our growing years.

The spare time she 
had was spent with us.
Her life was put on 
hold to take care of us.

Through the years
growing up, she instilled
values in me that is a must.

I have now grown up. I’m
trying to teach my kids
what she taught me.

My mom is very sick
now. Love, patience
and care is what I’m
giving her. 

I hope that I’m not 
ignoring her needs.
I want her to be
proud of me.

I Love You Mom!!






Details | Light Poetry | |

A Letter To Heaven

Dear Mom, 
just thought I'd drop a line
To let you know that i'm doing fine
Remember Cindy 'cross the county line
Well Mom I finally made her mine
Mom, I know it's been awhile
But you know writings not my style
That Cindy she's one of a kind
She lets me stay out till nine
And Mom, gotta tell you I miss you
Sometimes I don't know what to do
That guy down the street, you know who
He tells me how much he loved you
Mom, yesterday we got a lotta rain
But the ground was dry, so I can't complain
And since you left I haven't seen Aunt Jane
Yes she still lives down the lane
Mom, remember our Beagle ol'blue
Fifteen puppies, thats quite a few
Well Mom, Cindy's cooked some stew
So tell GOD hi, and Mom I love you
Your Son Boo-Boo


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My Daily Cries

People are always selling these true LIES!

I have seen more pain with these EYES.
Than generations before, and after ME, 

Will see after the T.V., shows episodes of their LIFETIMES!
Leaving you in a state of speechless like MIMES!

This much pain is not healthy for any human MIND.
I was forced from a young age, 

To be my family backbone and SPINE!
Oh how I wish God TIME,
 	
Could REWIND!
The clocks hands keep TICKING!

My mom keeps TRIPPIN!
Telling me I’m following in my father FOOTSTEPS!

Cursing me, 
like it was my fault,
she was not always RESPECTED!

Like it was my fault, by my father, she was NEGLECTED!
Why does she blame me for his FAULTS!

Like it’s really my FAULT!
He’s LOST!
Even if he could be FOUND,
I don’t think I would, even want him NOW!

I can honestly say to you,
I have a father with no FACE!
A father with no HEART!
A father with no RESPONSIBILITIES!

 My mother say, everything that is in my father, lives on in ME!

I’ll never understand!
Why she hates me? Does she see, 
some of my father characteristics,
in my PERSONALITY

Although I fight all of the time, 
With the thought of being just like my DADDY!

Sometimes I feel like him wanting to disown and abandon his FAMILY!

Then I realize they are all I HAVE!

My mother was forced to be my MOM and my DAD!

My father left me to all by MYSELF.
To pursue his “own” life and his “own” personal WEALTH!

Not UNDERSTANDING!
His WEALTH! 
Was here with him always by his side STATNDING!

This, he could not SEE!
He looked at the family life, 
as the white man, 
often looks at ME!

As my ancestors, 
Looked at the chains on their feet,
Wanting to be FREE!
As my black generations looked at SLAVERY!

With so much pain! Hate! ANIMOSITY!
Showing so much HOSTILITY! 
Where is this God? They say! Arose from the DEAD! 

Why have this living thorn! Through his family been forced to be the HEAD!


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Hatch Bird! Hatch!

Once there was a nest
high in a tree
where no one could even reach it
of course
In that tree was a little bird
who knew everything
that his mom said to do
because his mom said it in a way
that he could hear in his egg
For that, he giggled 
when he hatched.
He was not able to fly
but he was able to walk
He walked to his mom
and they lived happily ever after
and never went anywhere without each other.

The End

Ava


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My Mom

                          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


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About Mom and Dad

Sometimes I began to forget how life use to be,
and have to go through the box that holds  our memories,
Memories of when you and mom didn't fight,
and all of us lived under one roof,
when there wasn't two of every holiday,
and step moms or step dads,
Even though I was young I still remember the day you left,
and mom didn't cry cause she knew it was coming,
I can't help but to think of how things could have been different,
and how it would feel to still love you dad...



My life with my mom and dad was never good nor was my life cause
I am now a single mother of two girls and my oldest is Austin but it's lies bumps I 
over come and the only way  i can deal with life and everything is to wrote 
poems....So thank you all for enjoy reading my poems


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A Word of Thanks To Mom

Thanks mom for all you've done
Thanks for my sibling we still have fun
Thanks to all who shared their load
In helping get me down this rough bumpy road.

Mom, I feel there were times you want to 
quit; but God made you special,that's why
you didn't... 
When dad got sick we didn't know what to 
do; You call on God, and he brought us 
on through.

Charish your MOM those of you who still
can, She'll always there to give you a hand
you'll stand tall, and strong in all you do....
a word of thanks to MOM is said so few.

Thanks be to god for a MOM like mine
They're so hard to find in these days and time.
MOM I LOVE YOU


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What Has Happened to The Family

I remember growing up in a Christian family.
We were content, joyful and quite happy.

Things were "going along rather well."
We loved each other... more than words could tell.

I think of the special love 
between mom and dad.
As my parents... I was proud and glad!

Over the years that rolled  on by.
Something happened.  I don't know why. 

Our deep love became 
replaced with "excuses."
Our relationshps filed with
 "barsh words and bruises."

This family... I once held so close to my heart.
Began to "unravel and fall apart."

Our love for another became bitter and cold.
Even to the day we're "growing old."

Everywhere... it is evident and appearing.
The family as a unit is quickly disappearing.

We must come together and 
remove all bitterness.
And walk in God's love and his forgiveness!

We must appreciate one another--
in spite of our faults!
Standing together on Godly principles 
brings good results!

It we insist on "going our separate ways."
We'll be sorry "one of these days!"

The family is what God has put together.
It needs to be rooted in love--
both now and forever!

HIS love needs to be the glue that binds us as one.
Blessing every mom and dad... 
daughter and son!

By Jim Pemberton
2008


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Recollections: and the Lessons Learned

“Don’t worry mom,”
I said
with as much confidence
as a young boy could muster,
“I’ll collect money from my paper route
ok,
don’t worry mom, don’t worry!”
I hated to see my mother cry,
tears streaming between fingers
like water through cracks in a dam
about to burst,
hands
prematurely worn and aged
by diligent housewife duties
and too much stress.
I detested seeing my younger brothers and sisters
go hungry
because of my drunken father’s neglect
for those he claimed to love.
It’s no wonder mom lost her mind
after all she experienced;
the beatings by my father, 
seeing her children without food
more often than they deserved
and the man she once loved
preferring the company and affection
of another woman.
It wasn’t long before mom retreated
into a world that only she and a few
pharmaceutically liberal Psychiatrists knew of.
I’d like to think that 
my siblings and I are stronger
for having endured those
trials,  
I mean, after all
we are still alive,
and who knows but God,
why my father self destructed  like that.
In the end
he said he was sorry
and that he loved us.
As for my mother?
well, 
there are only so many pills
and shock treatments a human can stand.
Rest well
sweet Mother and  Father.
I’ve learned a lot about-forgiveness.
     
  
  
   


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have you ever been sad

have you ever got mad
have you ever got sad
is so why 
tell me cause i fell your pain 
so please explain
i want to know 
you want me to know
so please tell me 
i was mad to 
and i got sad through
i once lost someone 
someone very special to me
its not a poem 
its a story 
my life was crushed
from someone i lost
when i am 12 
and i felt like going off 
i fell down crying
fell to the ground
my knees hit it and so did my tears 
i went to see the person 
my grandma was there 
i went to see her and the person was on the bed dead
i was very sad i had to cry 
do you want to know who died
my mom
thats why i was sad 
and im only 12 and she was with me since august 7,2005 
so before you judge me read this and get to know me 
what i go through and what im going through
i also lost my aunt a month later after my mom died
so u read and see what im going through 
im still 12 and now im living with my aunt 
i left all  my family and so dont judge me get to know me
im getting better but im livng and thats all i need but i would love love love love 
to have and see my mom again but im doing good with the help i have 
i can but not soon so please just read all my poems and i will keep you updated 
on how i feel ok so read them all ok i promise they are good if u dont think so just 
read more and i will write more but later ok so buy my people hope you love them 
not just because there sad because you really like them 


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Never Said Goodbye

Mothers day for me
Is only what should of bee
Cause we could of been best friends
God if for one chance, this could ever be
Could you bring back my mother for me to see
Or just a hug would do, mom I love you
I miss you mom
And I never seen your face
Mom I never said goodbye
I have been abused, lied on, accused
Cried a many sleepless nights
Hoping things would turn out right
You would come and rescue me
Only to see that could never be
Over the years all the tears I've cried
Cause mom I never said goodbye


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MOM

Mom is the best word you have ever heard. 
There are times we disagree on the topics 
of everyday life and its struggles. 
We think we have the worst mom there 
could ever be. 
But later on we learn everything mom has said or done 
She done it for love 
She done it to teach us right from wrong 
Mom is the best friend you have ever 
known 
mom is forever.


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He Will Arise

Yes, he has fallen many times,
Due to the enemy using you.
God has given him the tools,
That no demon can drive away.
He will arise today.
I gladly say.

God loves him more,
Than his mother has shown him.
She let the devil use her,
In the making of him.
He has a unique purpose,
Because of his mom,
He doesn’t know who his “bio” daddy is.
She was in Satan’s house ,
Making one of God’s best creations.
He will help to save many nations.
I declare it.
It will happen.

No matter what his guilty mom says,
Does, or whatever tricks the devils makes her use.
He will do what he’s designed to do.
No matter how bad you talk about him.
No matter how shamed you are of him.
His failure is not final.
He will win thanks to the only Father,
That matters.

God works greatly through people,
That had nothing handed them on a silver platter,
For his glory.
We love you mom, anyway.
Hallelujah, anyhow!
The tools are here and his real Father 
Will show him how.
The time is now.
He will arise,
And soon mom you’ll realize that he is,
To you and the world,
God’s prize.
He’s not the key, 
To your family’s demise.
Don’t believe Satan’s lies.
He’s down, now,
But he will arise!

Do not rejoice over me, my enemy; When I fall, I will arise; When I sit in darkness, The 
Lord will be a light to me.   Micah 7:8


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Happy Mother's Day


It's May so that means it is Mother's Day.  A day that is not just any day, but a day 
we get to show our love and appreciation for the women who shpaed our life in a 
very special way.

Mothers are very special women, they give us life, for the beginning they hold us 
close to their heart, they share their bodies with us.  They help us grow up; they 
are there for scraped knees, scratches, when we are sick and when we are 
scared.  They get us through our teen years, which can be very trying for them.

Sometimes its hard for them, but they let us go with the hope that the values they 
have instilled in us, we will use in our future.

Some moms are fortunate enough to see their children marry and eventually 
become Grandmothers.

I love my Mom very much, but she wasn't as lucky; she had to leave early 
because it was her time to go.  The memories I had with my Mom will live forever 
inside me.

I was not luck enough to give both to my own children, but I am blessed with 
children in my life who I love very much.

So to all of the special Moms in my life: My wish to you is simple.  Happy Mother's 
Day today and everyday.


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Happy Mother's Day

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!!!!!!!!!!!!!


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fourth out of seven.

The fourth out of seven right in the middle born  to a single parent a woman 
who's only sin was love, 
one found his in drugs the other found it batting her eyes while one lost it with 
murder, the youngest found it following steps,
now on the streets, in a cell, lonely, lost, and sick wondering how, why, what went 
wrong crying for a mother that rest up above.
they care now, they did n`t when she wept.
for years our roads never crossed brothers and sisters by blood torn apart by 
pride silenced by gilt,
" Keep them together do it for me." a mothers dyeing wish a sons endless battle, 
from the oldest to the youngest I stand alone in the middle tiered of the games 
frustrated by there ways, is this how mom felt.
we all hurt from abuse that was unjustified we all cried from the pain in side why 
am I the only one who separated from the rest of the cattle.
who we are what we have become and where we will go is our doing there is no one 
to blame,
she did her best she did all she could I know because I stand tall, my spirit is 
free my soul is cleansed and the past.... does not run me,
the fourth out of seven right in the middle ...we are the same.
I didn't need the gangs, the violence, the drugs, the excuses, I had mom I had 
three older three younger and a chance to be.
I never say how, why are what, I know I felt the same way but mom made me like 
she made you,
to see what the blind see, to hear what the deft hear and to fill like your not used 
but brand new.


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Lullaby To My Children

Hush for now... Go to sleep
A new day will soon arrive
Always know that... I'll love you
And your mother does too
No matter what... we will always
Love you just the same
You are special... created from love
And we won't give you away

Don't let others... discourage you
For they don't... love you like we do
Just remember... my love won't fade from you
And be sure to... cherish your mom like I do...

Unlike other... parents
We won't just disown you
Even if you've... done bad
The love will still be there
Though it may... seem like
We don't when we punish you
But always know... that we only
Do because we love you

Don't worry for now... You'll understand soon
Just wait until... You have little ones like you
In due time you'll... Know how we feel
For this is how... True love really is...

Just remember... my love won't fade from you
And be sure to... cherish your mom like I do
Don't let others... discourage you
For they don't... love you like we do
In due time you'll... Know how we feel
For this is how... True love really is...


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Mom and Dad

I hate to be sad 
When I think of my mom and dad.
	
I hate to shed a tear
Cause losing them was my greatest fear.

But there gone now, nothing I can do 
So when I get mad, I just want to tell them forget you.

But I cant cause there my mom and dad 
I love them a lot even if they make me mad.

I feel so lonely and also lost
Cause everyone I loved turned a round and got lost.

I don't know if I’m wrong or if I’m right
But for them ill put up a strong and long fight.

Dear mom and dad hear me shout
Cause you both not being here what's that all about.

Are you going to leave me again or are you coming back
Is it you or is it me, cause I think its something I lack.

I’m missing you both a lot
Please tell me you haven't forgot
You have a daughter that needs you
And also loves you a lot.

If you both love me as you say you do
And if I did well, would you do the same too.

Don’t forget you have a fourteen-year-old daughter
Who needs a proper mother and a proper father.


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My mom is all around me

My mom is all around me,
Even though you can't see she's there,
And when it gets quiet and lonely,
You can hear the drip of her tear,

She walks around my bed at night,
And right into my dream,
It's like she's trying to find me,
It's funny I guess it seems,

My mom is all around me,
You just need to know where to look,
And the place to look is not nowhere anyone can see,
Because that place is inside of me.


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To mom.

Good morning mom I hope your doing well, the last couple of days have been 
tough as you can tell, but we are doing whats right, these kids will have a safe 
place to sleep at night.

Hello mom I hope your at peace, for in our home we have your grand children my 
nephew and niece, all four please give us strength to do all we can, for you and 
the love you taught we lend a helping hand.

Hi mom did you see how happy they look now that there together, it reminded me 
when I was younger and my sisters and brothers, I`m glad we were able to 
remove this torn from your side, I hope your pain will subside.


Well mom I have to go, we have a lot to do this you know, mom look down on my 
wife and kids, they like I opened there hearts so they would have a place to live, 
in your honor, and with love we help your daughter.

Good bye mom as I look up above, for you and how you taught me to love, our 
hearts, our arms, our doors are open, to family and there time of need we help 
there pain end.

Till next mom when I need some one to talk to, I`ll look to the heavens for you, to 
you I show I kept my promise to care of them in there time of need, because 
there is that special little person I called mom inside of me.


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Missing you

            MISSING YOU
HELLO STRANGER, THE WARM DAYS HAVE TURNED TO COLD AND STILL NO SIGHN OF YOU, THE PICTURE 
IN MY ROOM NO LONGER LOOKS AS NEW. 
IT WAS FEBRUARY THE LAST TIME U CHECKED YUO SAID IT WOULDENT BE 6 MONTHES AM I CORRECT? 
ALL IN ALL THERES STILL NO CALL, AND THOUGH IT HURTS SO MUCH, WHENEVER I RECIVE A LETTER 
I ALWAYS BECOME SO TOUCHED. WHEN I LOOK IN THE MIRROR THE REFLECTION I SEE IS YOU. I 
SUPPOSE WHAT I M SAYING DEAR MOM IS IM SIMPLY MISSING YOU.      
 


 DEDICATED TO MY BIRTH MOM AS I AM ADOPTED


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The Mom I Should Have Had

You are the mom that I have always wanted, but never had. 
You are the mom that makes me smile when I'm sad.
You have given me hope when all hope was lost. 
You opened my eyes to see what a true mom is like at no cost.
You have given me more than I could ever repay, 
but I will do my best to find a way.
I will love you forever and a day. You have a place in my heart, 
and there you will stay.

Written for the mom I should have had.
I love you mom - AKA- Beverly F.


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A Perfect Mom

There's no such thing as a perfect mom
I know this for myself
Cause if I had a perfect mom
She'd sit upon a shelf.

I'd sit her in the perfect place
A place for all to view
I'd dust her off everyday
To make her look perfectly new

A perfect mom would always be
The one to love you most
It wouldn't matter who you were
She'd always brag and boast.

A perfect mom would always have
Two perfect arms to hold you
She'd kiss your cheek and wipe you eyes
When you're feeling blue.

A perfect mom would never speak
A harsh word to your ears
A perfect mom would never lie
And make you cry those tears.

A perfect mom would never claim
"She wished she never had you"
But since there is no perfect mom
What is one to do?

Accept what God has given
To each and every one
A mother's love; whatever the kind
Until her time is done.


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Love in the Hallway

So I'm slithering along the hallway
and all the lights are out
I come upon Mom and Friend
ignoring the man that shouts
He bangs upon the door
he begs, he implores
we stiflle our laughter
he hears, he begs more
I'm certain I shouldn't be a witness to these events
as a child nearly adult, I'm hard to convince
Hell no, I'm not going back to bed
I need to know why he's out of his head
Mama and Friend can barely contain
their fear and glee for this man's pain
I am breathless, enthralled at  "Their " power
to rob a man of what he thinks of "His" power
then Friend departs with Mr. Pain on his plane, so regal
she soon calls to report he's illegal
finally she returns to her kids, to us, her dogs
I was skulking around when she told mom 
"Thank God".


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For Mom on Christmas Day

For mom on christmas day

When I was a small child
And the world was anew
You held my hands tightly
And my fears, they were few

When I learned to crawl
You showed me the floor
You looked at me smiling
Knowing soon I would soar

When I learned to walk
And I lost my stride
You would pick me back up again
Your hands were my guide

You were such a good teacher
You made learning easy for me
You said "She's going to be so smart"
Just you wait and see

Walking me down the hall that day
I had only you as my guide
You told me to go and play with my class
But I wouldn't leave your side

In the midst of all this new confusion
I must have felt so small
But looking up, your eyes were scared too
Your courage kept me tall

Finally I learned to stay without you
I learned crying wouldn't bring you back
But unlike the rest of the kids at school
Without you I was never on track

Over the years I made it through school
Graduation day finally came true
Recieving my diploma all i could think
Is I owed it all to daddy and you

Since the day I was born
You were always there for me
I never had to listen to fighting
Because you chose your words carefully

When I was sick you were always there
Wiping my tears away
You cleaned every bump and scratch
And you never missed a play

Not every child is luck as me
To have a female role model in their life
Its one thing to be such a strong woman
But I also watched you as a strong wife

You and daddy have given me so much for my future
My life is based on decisions you've made
And every accomplishment I have received
Is because of the foundations you've laid

Your hands are so strong and so wise
Ive watched them all these years
They've pressed cold towels to my head
And held me through laughter and tears

For more than 23 years i've watched your hands give
They have healed, they have baked, they have sewn
And now as I wake and prepare for my day
I see your hands and realize they're my own

So mama on this miraculous day
That we celebrate Jesus' birth
I want to take the time to say
How much I think your worth

All this gratitude i'm giving
May be way past due
God may have all the angels in heaven
But here on earth, mom I have you


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My Mom

My mom is special and unique
She's really nice and sweet
Even though she's getting weak
I still know she will compete

I still kiss her on the cheek
And I still think she's bittersweet
She used to be a real good athlete
She's always been really neat

How hard I try not to freak
But I know she will not be beat
How hard I wish her and the disease wouldn't have no meet
Without her my life would be incomplete


I think about her in every word I speak
Hoping and praying she will not be beat
My mom has special talents and techniques
But my heart knows she will defeat


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My Dearest Mom

Although  she has transcended this existence and the same cosmic space we no longer share,
In my heart  Mom will forever and always have a place of honor there.
There's not a moment or a day that goes by that I don't think of her or mentally speak her
name.
And though not a physical presence, she is, as always, by my side guiding me just the same.
Some may think I'm crazy when they see me talking and laughing when it's only myself that
they see.
But what they don't realize is my conversation is the enjoyment of  someone else beside me.
Just as when she was physically here, she still greets, warns, and advise.
For me to ignore this communication would be both foolish and unwise.
As the years of my life start to pile up and I look more like Mom in my mirror,
and as my own children grow older, suddenly all of her lessons taught to me are more
understandable and the messages so much clearer.

Yes, My Dear Mom, though she is no longer with me in a physical form,
She is forever present, as from the beginning of my life, keeping me safe and warm.


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MOMMA'S BOY

It was 1977
Damon Latrell was born on April eleventh

The first born son of my mom and dad
But they didn't stay together, but life wasn't that bad

A loving mother, always said to respect that jerk
When all he would do is lie and hurt

She would give her last for the happiness of her kids
She would say she loved us, no matter what we did

She was the one who taught me to pray, before I went to sleep at night
She also said "You don't have to be what people call you, and words are no 
reason to fight"

Any problem I had my mom was always there
I learned to respect people , she taught me to be fair

Just her alone and she raised us all fine
I have to thank God for a mother like mine

Call me a momma's boy, I wont get mad
But what would you call me if I was anything like my dad?


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Dear mom

Dear mom,

 I'm sorry about the letter I'm writing you, but I've done all I can and there is no more
I can do,
 You see it's your daughter she lost her kids, or should I say she chose another over them
thats what she did,
 Mom I'm sad for the way this all turned out, these kids are so messed up because of her 
you know what  I'm talking about,
 There's no family members to take them all in, and I think it's so sad that they pay for
there mom's sins,
  Mom I believed she would get better, do the right thing, but you know her she wants to
do it her way that sad old song she sings,
 I'm glad your not here to see them go, mom as bad as they are where ever they wined up
I'm sure a better life they will know.
 It just hurts to say goodbye, all eight of them didn't deserve the life she gave them are
deserve the tears they cry,
 I just hope and pray you watch over them, they will need all the love you can send,
You know I did all I could right , and you know and see how  my own kids are doing in this
fight,
  Mom like you did her whole life, watch over your daughter and try to help her the rest
of her life,
 for a mother without her kids is what she'll be, and just like them the bright side she
will not see,
 they will all be better off, a home, hope, and a chance just to be, some thing she never
gave them that something you gave me,
 So in closing I'm sad to say, mom I'm sorry it ended this way,

                                                               Love your son,

  
 p.s. I hope up there you get this letter, and your having fun.


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I May Not Always Let You Know

You've always been there
through my ups and downs,
and no matter what choices I made
you were always around
You're the greatest,
and I don't think I tell you enough,
but I've come to learn
that growing up is really tough
It's hard out here on my own,
and I never wanted to admit it before,
because I thought I was grown
I'm sorry for any hurt
I've caused you in the past,
but you're my mom,
and my love for you will always last
I may not have kids,
or little ones of my own,
but I know you went through a lot
trying to give us a home
I grew up fast,
and I wish I could go back
somewhere along the line
I must have stepped off track
I know where I am you've been here,
and you've done it all before,
but this life is hard,
and sometimes I don't want it anymore
Then I just think positive,
and I know I have you,
and no matter what I choose,
you'll always let me run back home to you
I hate days like this,
and everything just builds up inside
I just want to run to my mom,
and be held and cry
I just wanted to say thanks mom
for everything you do,
and I know your love for me
will always be true,
and I also know you'll love me no matter what I do
Having you as my mom
is a blessing from God
mom and daughter
we just belong
I'm sorry for anything I've done,
or any hurtful words I've said
if it wasn't for you
sometimes I think I would've been dead
Like every living being I make bad choices
every now and then,
but you always get me back on track,
and make me whole again
That is why I call you on the phone every single day,
because no matter what it is I'm going through
you always show me the way
You are very loved and appreciated
for every little thing you do,
and to you my mom these words in this poem
are very true,
and I'll end this with thank you,
and mom I will always love you.


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Malcolm in the Middle

(Based on the TV show.)

This was a show about Malcolm who's a genius teen.
He had four brothers, a dad and a mom who's mean.
The parents were constantly angry at Reese.
He was a thug who didn't give them a minutes peace.
Francis was sent to military school just because he pierced his nose.
A lot of people laugh when they watch those shows.
Dewey and Jamie were the two youngest boys.
Watching this disfunctional family brings people lots of joy.
Malcolm worked at a grocery store and his mom did too.
He got his ___ kicked by a man on stilts, that was humiliating to go through.
I've spent many hours laughing at these people who are funny.
They had to star as messed up kids but at least they have money.


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My Mom is Gone

My eyes water when I think of her
I want to go back to the way things were
I see her face in my dreams 
It’s all so fake how life seems

I look up at the beautiful sky 
Talking to the lord asking why
Asking why he took my mom 
Still not facing the fact she’s gone

She left the 13th of September 
That’s the day I’ll always remember
I feel like ripping out my spine
Out of all the mothers in the world why mine?

My heart burns like fire
It burns love and also desire
Desire for love and desire for care
I’ve searched for these things and they are not there

I’d used to think I’d always hate
I’d found I’d go crazy at that rate

I close my eyes and think of home
I open them and I am all alone
Although I’m alone I’m not scared
Waiting for my mother, though she’s never there

I have pain that never stops 
I wish someone was there to share my teardrops
When I awake I feel so refreshed
I think of my mom and catch my breath




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Fate

You wake up
it's a new day,
more hate 
less love!

You feel you are getting stronger
yet your really fating away.
when all you want is a hug
you get stomped into the ground.

When all you want to hear,
are the words "I love you."
But you know that wont happen 
not hear not now.

When you want to see your dad
yet your mom says "no!"
your dad loves you,
and cares for you.

Your mom would like you dead.
everyday is another fight.
When your on the phone
ans your mom disconnects it.

You were on the phone with your dad
and now his voice is gone.
You can't hear it again
not until tomorrow.

So i live another day,
sleep another night.
As i sit here and wonder, 
if I will wake up tomorrow