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Mother is Dove

Modest woman moderate woman
Your inner beauty strikes me
Like the tongue of noble eloquence
More than gold even refined gold
Or our purged fulgent silver.

Black woman proud woman
Your pride is not haughty
But a humble pride of eaglets;
Your black eyes are so glittering
As the eyes of our dark rivers
Filled with messages of peace
That banish the broody turmoil
From those panting hearts
Of your foreigned offsprings.

Gentle mother diligent mother
Your kindness kindles the fires
Of my heart –
Your dexterity dresses
The table of our ageless history
And the thought of your being
– Oh kind mother! –
Makes the most delicious menu 
For my heart.

I remember your naked feet
Fast and fair as a pigeon’s limbs
Treading the invisible paths
Almost covered by shrubs
Small shrubs misted by the prime mist.

I remember the wood from the wood 
The water from the water 
And manifold items from jungle alleys 
Borne by your delicate hands
And upon your soft black-haired head.

I remember the constant match 
To markets and to farms
And your bright face smeared with 
The ash dust
Making you more beautiful
Than any woman whose feet
Ever touched the naked earth.

I remember those burdens
Upon your cheerful kin-souls 
And babies strapped to your backs
Babes full of unspoken words
To unborn others in patient wombs
Waiting in an endless turn –
Indeed, mother is dove!
A black dove and a dark huntress
A hunter’s gift from the maker?

Mother is like a weaver-bird
Building a big foot-like nest
Filled with corn and warmth
A bundle of eagle-flight
Mother is dove
And the hunter calls her
The clan’s eternal dove.

Oh, mother loving woman 
Gentle as our black horizon
To you we humbly come
From these far and lonely lands
Hoping to grace our love and beauty
Before that jealous grave
Makes her temporary feast.


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The Woman

See the woman.

See the face behind its age.
See the beauty of her form.
See the way her way becomes her.
See past her once taught skin, as it was 
when it enflamed many a man.

See the way she holds her head;
the tilt of her neck, the ease
of her being.
See the strength that binds her jaw,
unrelenting in its flex.

See her hurt displayed, as shadows
fall like night upon the earth,
eager for rest and resolution -
retribution,
for the one she could not save.

See her darkness. See it very well.
See it shatter like glass, glinting,
when she giggles like a girl.
See her shine.
As the shades of dark days rise,

See the years that grace her eyes,
like rays of her own sun
exponentially shining forth.
See forgiveness in her patient hands
as they weave memories with a touch.

See the breadth of her breasts,
unapologetic,
for they have quenched her children’s hunger,
soothed their frantic cries,
and became the safe haven for her beloved.

See her empty, scarred abdomen –
round and perfect in its imperfections,
once holding the essence of all things;
carrying creation within –
see the divine home of God.

See the innocent baby,
the impetuous youth,
the voluptuous woman,
the devoted wife,
the selfless mother.

See the wisdom of the grandmother –
the epitome of every moment lived
for someone else, and the realization 
of the circle.
Hear the acceptance in her sigh.
See the gifts she has given –

see the woman!
See the goddess!
The beginning and the end!
See the infinite that bares the name,
Woman!

See her for all that she is and isn’t.
Smell her scent and know you are home.
Taste the strength of her words on your tongue.
Hear her experiences like your own.
To touch her soul is to touch perpetuity!

See her face in your mirror.

See the tears that fall proudly
upon the woman you’ve become,
and hope yet to become
                          in time;

when you have lived through all that has been 
set before you –
tasted each woman’s tears as if they were your own.
When you enter that perfect union,
timeless ancestry;
when you become,
when you come
full circle;

you will see yourself in all things, 
and your journey, will see you back

home.



*Reposted for Chris's Get Your Rebel On, Contest! This was written with my Beautiful 
Grandmother in mind. She saved my life in more ways than one. love you, Gran. This one's 
for you. (and every woman, and woman lover, here)


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UNSELFISH LOVE

I was blessed to know a woman in my life
Who faced hard times, struggle, and strife.
A Chinese immigrant, she came from a poor town
Lost her husband, was kept from her daughter, but not kept down.

She had three other children who were born here
Getting them a better life was her biggest fear.
She had to fend for herself and them alone you see,
Speaking little of the language in this foreign country.

But, she had always lived a determined life
So she fought back...with a fork and a knife.
She opened a restaurant in a small community
Where her gracious manner made her friends instantly.

Her children would grow up in town with new friends
The restaurant she opened was the mean to her ends.
She worked very hard...sometimes eighteen hours a day
She never complained because that was her way.

Her life's expectations knew more successes sublime
The restaurant grew...one egg roll at a time.
She once told me of the anxiety she felt at the money she'd spent...
Laughing said, "My uncle said sell 2 qts of Chop Suey/Day...you've got the rent."

She was a woman who chose kindness as she felt had to her been shown
To people far and near her generosity was known.
She was thankful that she had the opportunity
To give back with love rather than animosity.

I first met her over some 30 years back
She struck me from the that moment as a person who had the knack
To make others feel at home though strangers they be
She certainly did, because she did it to me.

I still remember her caring for me...it was shown
Once caught in a blizzard, she opened her home.
So often was there a path to this woman's door
Though she stood, less than 5 foot 4.

Her heart was as big and wonderful as one would want
An earthly angel, she was heaven sent.
Though her health began to wane later in life
She never gave in to that world of strife.

Her eyesight began to fail and it was difficult for her to see
But that didn't stop her or her generosity.
She loved people and filled everyone with cheer
Ever thankful that she had had a life here.

Though she is gone I'll never forget her face
Or her love of life, devotion to family, and unstoppable pace.
To me I'll ever be thankful to have had the joy
Of calling her "Ma" ... ONE IN A MILLION~was Connie Moy!

1st Place Winner - "One in a Million" Poetry Contest


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What is Woman

 Love is all I have to give.
Gentle describes my touch.
I will give you all that I have.
Though, I will never ask for much.

Peace is what I bring to your mind.
Hope is what I bring to your soul.
The words that I speak are poetic.
My words are worth more than gold.

God will bring us together.
Our bond will never be undone.
I will be there to help fight your battles;
Though the war may not have yet been won.

I have always been there for you.
Sometimes you let me pass you by.
I will still do all I can to make you happy.
I will console you when you need to cry.

You sometimes look me over.
Though, I will be who you turn to in the end.
I have come to this world in many forms.
I have been your mother, your sister, your friend.

So take this time to acknowledge me.
Give me the recognition I am due.
I am the embodiment of a woman.
A woman that has always been true.

Do not take my love for granted.
Do not toss me aside like a jacket that is worn.
Many of you have heard the saying;
“There is nothing like a woman scorned”.

My heart is a precious gift.
Do not give me pleasure, and then give me pain.
Do not disrespect my body.
Do not take my name in vain.

Please remember who I am.
Acknowledge who I will be in the end.
Know that someday with or without you.
I will be someone’s mother, sister or friend.


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I do

A wedding is about the bride and groom
So why does everyone jump to assume
That they're opinions means the bible
It's mothers and daughters that create this vicious cycle

Moms want to throw their daughter the best day ever
They're reluctant to think their dreams aren't the brides endeavor
Its one day in life
With all strings attached
My energy sure feels the bite

No matter how hard you try,
People flake or become insane
You begin to wonder, why?

Then Eloping doesn't sound so mad
All that matters is the bride walks down the isle with the dad
The groom takes her hand
A strong love is witnessed and spread across the land. 

Daughters keep your head and will strong
It's about you and the groom, 
That's where the power belongs
Don't let other steal your focus
The moment you say “no”
Treasured friendships may become bogus 

Everyone else, keep your mouth shut
Wish there was a nicer way to say this,
I'll just be blunt
Doesn't matter what you think or do
For once in your life,
This day isn't about you!







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A Dark Tale

I laugh as I think of it now, the dire warnings of hell
Nothing could scare me it didn’t matter, on this teaching I never did dwell.
I wondered why one dark night, again begging for sleep.
No fear of death of dying no foolish promises to keep.

It was then I found the answer as I slipped down through the floor
Could this be a dream or am I now no more.
Has death come upon me, I feel the air exude from my chest
Through eons of time yet seconds, maybe days or years at best.

Before me an evil thing but there are no brimstone and flames
“Now we will see this hell you mocked and you will know my name.
You never flinched about the hell threat but you are now here
Not only that I am your father and now you will know real fear.”

He breathed in deep; my skin scorched, it left my body in one piece
The agonies, I must be dead my skin floating in front just like a fleece
My muscles sinews and skeleton were all that I now had
“I thought you were my father I screamed you can’t treat me this bad.”

A thousand legions of devils all came round mocking me
Each breath they turned my way seemed to rip parts off of me
“You will learn to master them but until then you have to pay
You start at the bottom in this work.” then the hounds of hell did bay.

“To inflict the tortures required to give me the satisfaction
You must first suffer them all, that is my attraction.
When you have suffered them all you will know what to do
My work will be in your hands this is my legacy to you.”

“But how can you be my father?” I screamed as the hell hounds tore at me
“My mother was the sweetest woman on earth and all around could see.”
“Ha! I am the devil why would I want a whore,
 They are already down here; it was sweetness I searched for.”

“Your mother scorned me, she did not believe in all the hellish games I play
So I showed her my powers and you are with me from this day.
You should have listened to the teachers teaching of my home called hell.”
He waved his finger at me and the screams I could not quell.

Now I wish I had listened and taken an earthly fear
It could have made a difference, I may not now be here.
I take delight in dismembering and gouging out the eyes
Flaying the skin off the ungodly, yet I do it for a prize.

One day I will rule this place then my turn will come
I’ll leave this underworld one day and do what my father has done
I’ll take a woman for my wife the sweetest there ever walked
And pass on my inheritance to the offspring that hell balked.
©~GG~23/07/2012

 


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death of a cat

the season I turned eleven
was the season that I died
there'd been blood betrayal and famine
and I thought I had survived

my neighbor killed my kitten
and for that I could not cry
my mother went to handle it
told me to stay inside

i sat poised in an armchair
trying to calm my mother down
while I could feel nothing
we knew she'd made him drown

the woman was a laundress
washed other people's clothes
didn't like the stink of pig sties
it offended her frail nose

the wash-board on the right side
where the pigs did have their homes
was the one she always gave me
like the left one was her own.

only when a pig was hanging
would she demand to trade
i'd wash next to a hog's corpse
a choice could not be made.

then one day I got angry
and I dared to move her clothes
i moved them to the right side
as the rage inside me rose

the woman tapped my window
and said your cat is dead
it was two days before Christmas
she roused me from my bed

there was display of feeling
tears could not be be shed

gray fades to black
hello sadness my old friend


                                                     12/11/06



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Mother Of Light

You started as a droplet inside a shell, 
Warm, languid, liquid.
Now that safe harbour, 
Has turned you into a sea.
To create you, every wonderful thing I've thought, 
Every ray of light I've ever seen, 
Was harnessed in that single drop.
To nourish...to divide, 
Cell by cell
Pouring forward from me, 
Toward my ultimate worth.
I didn't know it, 
But until that point, 
My world had been flat.
You helped me peek over the edge, 
We looked into an unfolding universe, 
Then you jumped with me! 
A galaxy of light and giggles
Radiated through me, 
To get to you.
Spirit and Soul, 
Light and Hope.
You are so much more
Than an extension
Of my heart or limb.
I am, because of you.
You are, because of me.
Forever bundled in love, 
I get to be your Mother.


© 2012 
Ruby Honeytip


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untitled

A figure in darkness
Cradleing a small package
Trots up the stony ridge of stairs
In the night clouds cover the horizon
No stars can be seen from the gloomy street
A single lantern is lit and the only light
A woman with the hood drawn above her head
Lays a child upon the doorstep of a lonely family
She touches her fingers to her mouth
Then to the child's forehead
A tear filled with happy memories
Lands upon the baby's hand
With one last look
The woman disappears into darkness
As swiftly as she appeared
And the baby gave a cry of sadness
Then all became silent


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Trying Times

Trying Times

Can I maintain this life
Without begging Christ 
To save me 
From the life he gave me 
Can I walk to the plot
To where lays my father death spot
And stand over his grave 
His life is with me acknowledgement
I’m is daughter but I wasn’t with him his last dying days
Tears seem to not fall from my eyes 
Because I know emotion will not grow him back 
And the last words that utter from my mouth will be with me until the day that I’m 
dead they are now un-depart able bitter words that has now been said

They say Gods give you nothing you can’t bare 
Trying time he’s given me trying times is in me 

I dream of some better days 
As a young child proven educate with good grades
Wanted to be a woman at a young age 
Started working on my life 
Tried to blackout every thing in my life that went wrong 
Even as a minor I promise god that all my struggling was going to  make me 
strong
But lost in the mine set that I had no one to carry with me 
Turn my back on the people that had given me life 
Told  them I didn’t need them so forget their advice 
I broke them down to the same feeling that rooted  bitterness 
Spoke for me took hostage over my pride 
But each heart beat I wanted I wanted them to reach for me because all I wanted 
was to be their child 

They say Gods give you nothing you can’t bare 
Trying times he’s given me trying times is in me 

Fast I was moving 
Tried I was getting 
Still I wasn’t not going to stop 
Because I  will never give up 
I instill in myself as long as I don’t misused my body and educate my mine 
There was nothing that could harm me Nothing
Suddenly  everything that  I was reaching for turn around and ran from me
And for the first time in my life I wanted good to save me 
I barely stop myself from falling to my knees begging him to free me 
For now I could see 
My daddy deceased 
My mother sickly 
And soon I will be a woman 
For I will be no ones child 
I feel as if I’m not ready 

They say Gods give you nothing you cant bare
Trying time he’s given me trying times is in me






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The Definition Of A Real Woman

(W)- A real woman knows that the wages of sin is death so she is not concerned about the wages of a real man, because money comes and goes like day and night; but true love comes just every blue moon. A real woman isn't loud and doesn't have to be the center of attention. Money is a gold-diggers virtue, while patience is a real woman’s virtue. A real woman is always wary of the image she displays to the world because she knows her children are watching her every move. A real woman’s wisdom comes from the teachings of her elders and the experiences and hardships life brings. A real woman is the wings that help a broken man learn to fly again. When you become the object of a real woman’s affection, winning is the only option.

(O)- A real woman’s main obligation is to better herself, before she attempts to become someone’s better half. A real woman is very obliged with all that God has blessed her with. When a man takes a real woman for granted, she makes up her mind to put him away into oblivion. A real woman is use to jumping hurdles because overcoming obstacles in life keeps her on the right track. A real woman doesn't spend her time worrying if failure is around the corner, because she occupies her freedom chasing her dreams in her most comfortable running shoes. A real woman is a hopeless romantic ready to be wooed with an odyssey of love with a real man by her side.

(M)- A real woman’s presence is magnanimous and captures attention because of the poised and elegant stature of her classy nature. A real woman is like the magnet of ecstasy. All women don't attend college or hold prestigious employment, but for many being the Valedictorian of mothers everywhere is the major of their lives. A real woman respects the art of marriage and believes in monogamy. A real woman’s life is the motion picture of sophistication. The mythology of a woman began within a man’s ribs and ends in the beat of his heart.

(A)- A real woman sticks to her man like glue and never abandons his side. A real woman has the ability to do anything a man can. A real woman has the power to fill the abyss of a man’s pains with joy. A real woman prays with her other half because faith is the key of remaining on one accord. A real woman will amaze you with the way she adapts to changes in her ambiance. A real woman is the architect of her own destiny.

(N) A real woman needs a man to understand and love her for everything she is and for everything she is not because a good support system is a leading factor in longevity within relationships. A real woman is the nexus between love and happiness. When you converse with a real woman you will realize that she is nimble with her every response. No man can ignore the nymph of a real woman, because it is in her D.N.A to be notable.



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She will not be like you

Yeah true she might not be flesh of my flesh or a product of my seed, i may not have carried her in my womb for 9 months but that don't mean I didn't succeed. because  u will never be more of a mother than I've proven to be. U will never fill my shoes or be able to
 Walk the path that I lead. She means more to me then u ever would she will be more of a woman then u ever could. Although we will never have the same blood run through our veins or the same letters spell out our last name, that doesnt make me any less relevant, matter fact just the opposite because that makes me even more prevalent. The fact that I could take on this child with nothing handed to me but a barely empty baby bag but i did it all not for u but because I could never deny a childs innocence because of your stupidness, or neglect a childs needs, the needs that u never could even see. She too nieve to have been brought up any other way then protected and loved and i refused to have her stay wit u and suffer because u didn't have your head right too preoccupied with u and your loser mans life that u didn't appreciate the gift that god gave u in order to change,  u threw away the only life line that could ever save your name. If you had done right by her u could of claimed that title  but because the worlds drugs and games got the best of u, u will never be entitled. u will never have any rights u will never hurt this child. Because I would die before Id ever let your influence turn her in to a abuser a loser a liar, before she will ever be a whore a freak before u will ever bring her into a world of prostitution and cheats she will never follow in your steps and be so lazy, so your words on me as a person will never faze me cuz I know what I've done I've seen what she came from and I guareentee her life will be a clean one. You will have no part in having her follow in your footsteps by being used and abused by the same type of worthless men that you've fall victim to. Cuz u chose to repeatedly lay on your back and give all the power to a man, rather then have a spine that was worthy to defend. She will never succumb to the same objects of your defeat. She is worthy of so much more than u ever will be. And that's only because she learned how to be a woman from me! U will never be worthy of calling yourself a mother to the smart independent and strong woman, that she will some day grow to be because I take responsibility for that and I only have wishes that she is not like....but yet better than even me. That she never have any needs that she'd have to rely on any one else for, she will never live off the system in order to pay her bills because she will be a well developed perfectly capable and functioning woman living by her own means making her own rules. Cuz I made it all possible I've given her the tools to be able to go out in the world and succeed and never be used, know that she will surpass every bad decision u chose to do. Because after all her real mama didn't raise no fool!


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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


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A Strong Woman

A strong woman doesn’t have to have the body that only society wants.
A strong woman doesn’t have to run a marathon.
A strong woman doesn’t have to wear a size zero.
A strong woman doesn’t have to have marvelous muscular masculine legs.
A strong woman doesn’t have to bike up a mountain.
A strong woman doesn’t have to work out for hours to make her tough.

A strong woman has the look of confidence written across her face.
A strong woman still stands tall when she is full of sorrow.
A strong woman does everything at a steady pace.
A strong woman won’t be afraid.
A strong woman keeps her head held high.
A strong wouldn’t care about what she weighed.
A strong woman never gives up.
A strong woman through hard times.
A strong woman is always tough.

Working long hours to make money,
She still makes time to ask,
“How was your day, honey?”
Instead of having a tall, strong stance,
She goes crazy
And she does the Carlton Dance.

She will turn your frown
Upside down.
She will always be there to help you-
For everything you go through.
She will have that shoulder to cry on.
Always- dusk until dawn.

She gives you the clothes on your back.
She gives you the food in your stomach.
She gives you the shelter above your head.
Even when she’s hanging by a thread.

You may say your super-hero is Spiderman…
Batman…
Or Superman…
But my hero is my mom…
Because my mom is a strong woman.


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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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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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Dream Walking

In the small town of Campbell Missouri,
A young girl with lovely brown locks
Sits, having been told she might never walk again
As all aknowledge this belief in town,
A fear swept around, 
And many children were kept down

But in the spirit of this child,
Desire to walk snuck over her fears
Perhaps she wished to surprise-
Perhaps she could not stand
The judgmental eyes-but all the same, 
She picked herself up, smiled,
And sauntered around the room

Happiness pervaded the house
As the family friend, delighted,
Sang merrily the song,
“Have You Ever Seen a Dream Walking?”

Today, at California Mission Inn,
The same girl, now a woman
Walks her glorious walk
With confidence and grace
She is 91 years old and strong
As song,
Her eyes lighting up as she recalls
She hums the dreamy tune
As I jot down miracles 


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DEAR MOTHER

DEAR MOTHER

Dear Mother of all
Sweetest mother of all Time
Queen of the world of women
You never aborted me
You raise me with your hard earn
You teach me the way of the righteous
You Bless me with the blessing of your mouth
Who will I praise if not you
Who will I believe if not you
Who will I trust if not you
You that carry me for nine months
You put me to bed on the 17th Day of the Sixth Month of the Glorious Year
You breast feed me till I am fit for the race
You put together your earning for my first birthday
You work under the sun and the rain just for me to be among equals
I understand it is not easy in this part of the world
Yet you gave me a reason to live
And even though I heard I use to be stubborn when I a little kid
Yet your love for me never ceased
Memories fade me not of my past failure
You hold me close to you and whisper to my ear saying
"Foluso The sun still shine, you can still make it"
No wonder I am reaching my goals now because your Sweet words still live in me
Words are not enough to express how I feel
But I have to tell you this Sweet mother
Ain’t a woman alive that can take my mama’s place


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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 | 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 | 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 | Couplet | |

Dear Rapunzel

It seems ages since we met over your long, golden hair
an hour glass on the table keeping the meter.

It seems like too many dress up doll days when we played
take me to the river but don’t get our feet wet.

It seems we lost our inner selves painting our faces
painting our nails, singing karaoke at the bars.

Oh, to regain those lost years of our youth, unwrinkled skin
turn back all the pages, like winding gold on a spindle.

Instead we have just leaves, grieves, and grandchildren
with their laser guns, plastic skin and smug attitudes.

They never challenged gamey little midgets with foul intent
they had us to pad them safely with money, love and scent.

Dear Rapunzel, do please let your hair down one more time
and play climb out of the cellar and up the apple tree with me.

Signed Your Dearest Play Mate.


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 | |

EMMA

Up in that old attic are an antic Raggedy Ann Doll and a rocking chair well used by my grandmother.
Grand she was and as great as she to be; she instilled value and principality.

Up in that attic is an old Raggedy Ann Doll and an antic rocking chair my great grandmother rock from.
Short in statue but tall in her stance, my great grandmother guidance departed wisdom.

In that attic is all kind of memories of how my great grandmother and I loved each other as family.
Friends bonded and she as a life-long mentor, in that old attic resides expressive art.

In a far corner that was east to the sun stood a portrait of my great grandmother.
Knowledgeable was the face with eyes of hazel brown painted at the age of seventy-five (75). 
The reminiscence of youth is a mural seen as I sat down in the rocking chair thinking… (“Mama, let’s read The Bible together.”)   

In this old attic is love unknown because of the time I had with my great grandmother before she was beacon home.


Details | Sonnet | |

A granny I might be

A granny I might be

A granny I might be
But I can always see
My hair is growing grey
My shape is quite okay

I still love my fashion
I guess it’s still my passion
I always look quite smart and dressy
And very rarely I look messy.

I’m older, but I'm still a lassie
Sometimes me, I do look classy
I would not change a single day
Not ever, not in any way.

How the years they will turn out
Well who knows, I’ll wait that out.

Vera Duggan 13 September 2014


Details | Free verse | |

A Sinner Like God

“I have forgiven mother”
She tarries with hope
that the good woman will pray her clemency for her own sins, 
but that hour is expired; 
Gee grew a strong wit
"Mother is no longer my burden"
Jesus came from hard conscience to corroborate her lies
The WORD written in black and white:
“Us twain is now one; for this reason I depart from her”
Three moons less than time in the safety of the womb is slight

In the past mother was necessity, 
but she grew weary of the pace;
her birth city received her
The old Jewish woman was left
with stage three pressure ulcers
while the twain bender in Atlantic City
Their backsides were not masked by mother’s conformity
My mother's now defiant fingers work dutifully in another excrement, 
goat stool in her callaloo garden

Before the recession, money was tossed in all directions;
I took hold of a few green ones.
She lived to outdo her alliance, 
but high seat killed Miss. Thomas’ cat
Mother watched her outshone the Jones
The recession was never her downfall;
immorality got the better of her. 
Jesus was overlooked
“put the WORD to work,
compensate the guardian of your youth”

She had to let a nation know how well off she was
Her enemies know her silver spoon was achieved
Her splurges buried ethics, and smiles were wide as graves
She let me know in scripts:
“A new being I am now; My shine is unlike years ago”
Vanity is not here in show, but her heart remains the same
Like the Jewish elder, mother is spurned 
with bruising on her heart.


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 | 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 | Ballad | |

The goddess

She pets,feeds
clothes and protects
A mother human
For i was weak and vulnerable



She cares,comforts and consoles
with a seraphic massage
in sound and touch
though i'm grown and strong

Oh,the better half
that completes every man
always needed for wholeness
either mother or wife,
the woman;a real goddess


Details | Free verse | |

Unspoken Love

She saved herself from pick up lines though she looked vulnerable
She's sooo lovable her heart definition could ruin my poetic abilities 
You cannot put a price on her she's not billable
If only her lips where adjustable my soft poetry would define her inabilities and weaknesses for the mute to scream happily ever after  
She's untouchable i O you an explanation
Her tears tattoo broken spirits uploaded on instagram
She's no twitter baby though followers invite themselves its unbelievable
I could throw nice verses in our conversation but i'm afraid i'm love blind 

I'll tell you more about her if you ask me....ask me nice


Details | Quatrain | |

Grandma's Legacy

My grandma had a green thumb
She loved to garden, plant and grow
Didn't matter where they're from
Snatching cuttings wherever she'd go

Her pockets filled with seeds from trips to and fro
Labeling the envelops with names as she was home
Plant variety was something she would know
She also knew specific times when seeds should be sown

Her garden was her solace throughout her hardened life
She planted seeds and grew her plants anywhere she stay
Always fed her family through depression and strife
Many rows of vegetables were planted in her day

Years have passed and she is gone her love of planting seeds
Was passed on through her family who now are pulling weeds. 

Jennifer Marie Oliver


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 | Rhyme | |

Parents Need To Be In Church With Their Children


Parents Need To Be In Church With Their Children… Many parents bring their kids to church… Hoping they’ll be a “better person.” They want them to hear about God. And listen to the “Sunday lesson.” They often tell the children to listen and obey God’s ways. But you’ll never see the parents at church on Sundays! They’re “too busy” to spend time with God... Even at home. Then tell their children they love them. And often leave them alone. They parents don’t want to take the time to give them their attention. They want the Sunday school teacher to give them a “moral direction.” Parents need to be the man and woman God wants them to be! They need to have Christian principles that their children can see! Won’t you be there for your children and help them to understand… What it means to be a Christian. And to be a Godly woman or man! It’s Christ’ desire that you as parents be a Godly example! There’s just too many temptations for your kids to handle! Living for God. As a family. Is the best thing you can do! Christ stands at your heart’s door… The rest is up to YOU! By Jim Pemberton 11/16/11


Details | Free verse | |

The Gracious Woman II

The gracious woman grows through her own self-reflection
Everything she goes through in life is a lesson
Her beauty is of essence such as her presence
Full of integrity, compassion, and optimistic guessing
The courage that she brings
Screams a strong woman destined
With the passion of a soldier at war
She is honorable, respectful, worthy and more
Qualities that must be adored


Details | Blank verse | |

The Most Beautiful Woman

She does not own the perfect vital statistics,
nor has a pointed nose,the shiniest hair.
She is not as gorgeous as Miss Universe,
But the world's turning because of her.
Her hands are not as soft as cotton,
Her skin is not as smooth as silk.
She is not the hottest girl in a magazine.
The girl that drives you to heaven.
Her lips aren't like as Angelina Jolly,
But has a power to send you in bliss.
She is an extraordinary woman...
She is your wife....
Love her with all your heart.
Show her the beauty she owns inside.
For she's the most beautiful woman,
A mother of your child.





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 | |

My Grandfathers Dying Wish

See problems they no worry Timothy
He was raised by his Great Grandmother
One day she taught him
Miho you can make life beautiful or ugly
Work hard, find a woman who has a strong back
Beauty fades it doesn’t last long
Now let me tell you 
A woman with a strong back may not be your perfect companion
Times are changing, I think Faith is more important these days
I say okay Grandma, can I have the horachata now that you made me
No hush up! You can have it when I’m finished talking
Timothy come your poor Grandfather wanted you to have this
It is his Journal and I have never read out of it
She hands it to me
I am struck by it’s cover, it is brown and plain
Yet it spoke to me by it’s elegant style
These words were printed on the cover “Blanco Vendetta”
I was drawn and pulled in untill I was covered by the spell
The first page I open too it says “My first Mil Besos”
The Temptess that blew my heart away
I turn to page 33
It says “The story of an Apache Warrior”
There are no rules to an Apache Warrior when it comes to fighting
He says if you are my enemy I don’t care how but I’m gonna kill you
Page 41 is like a fist full of words thrown across the page
Barrio boxing, The protection of the Shield of Faith
Brokenhearted for my careless speech has left her heartbroken
Strengthened by Love “Amor”
Nourished by the sunshine in her hand
There is healing in its beams
Blessed by her presence Del Dios I am Greatful
I’m like Grandpa what did you say wrong
Then these words come to me
Give her your full attention when she speaks to you
Because the Heart of the Wise studies how to answer
So I close it and my finger brushes a bookmark
It’s the Last page
It says To: “Timothy my son who is as mighty as an army”
I Thank you for the Greatest Gift
For the Greatest Gifts are as small as your small hand that touched me
I plant these seeds and they will take root and grow because you are good ground
Timothy let me say That without you I would of never found my Faith in GOD
Listen for it is your Grandfather who is dead and speechless
Timothy you see the good in everything
And I know you will understand my words clearly
If a man gives you his word
Promise me not to plan your future on it
And if you give your word my son
Do everything in your Power to fulfill it
AND NEVER Promise more than you can deliver 
For it is better to put out more than you promised
Everyman is considered unwise when he appears foolish
I wish I could give you some insight about women
But your Great Grandmother may help you better than I can
But never timothy, Never be quick to fall in Love 
Or give your heart to a woman
Listen carefully to her words when she speaks to you
Cherish Her give her your full undue attention 
Because the Heart of the Wise studies how to answer
Love your neighbors as yourself
And do not strive against another man
If he has done nothing wrong to offend you
AS much as it is possible live peacefully with all men
And it is okay for you to speak these things with your Great Grandmother
She is a very wise and God-fearing woman
Amor take the greatest care of her, I Love you Son
Timothy when the time comes to avenge my death
Hit harder then you ever have before
But not in a Duel son, not like an open Vendetta
Marry his daughter Maria
The one who is pretty and Two years younger than you
Oh! He will suffer greatly!
And it will kill him to know that I chose this way to repay him
And remember son to be ready to fight any man at the drop of a hat


Details | Rhyme | |

Name the Movie

This was released before many of you were alive.
It was picked as Best Picture of nineteen fifty-five.
The Best Actor Oscar was earned by one who would be
later known on television in "McHale's Navy".
Its title is the same as the main character's name.
He was a single, thirty-something man who felt shame
for why he was not married, and did not have a wife.
His lack of success with women was hurting his life.

His mother always hoped to make her son a bridegroom.
She suggested that he visit the Stardust Ballroom.
So he went there with a friend on a Saturday night.
As his mother said, there were lots of women in sight.
However, as he stood there, he would be filled with fright.
A dance refusal from a woman did not feel right.

Suddenly, another guy stuck with a bad blind date
met him with a proposal that would insinuate
that he take the blind date home so that her man could leave.
This was something our main character could not believe.
The guy's sudden departure left the poor girl in tears.
This event made our hero overcome all his fears.
He followed her out to the fire escape by chance.
When he met her, he politely asked her for a dance.
So the man of this story spent the rest of his night,
with this unattached woman who would prove a delight!
If you would like to know the rest of this fine story,
all I would have to say is, "Go and see the movie"!


Details | Verse | |

The Most Beautiful Gift

O Mary! Most beautiful face!

You are the face of humility!
You are the face of purity!
You are the face of charity!
You are the face of virgin faith!

O Mary! Most beautiful woman!

You have the most beautiful ears.
You obeyed and abandoned your cares.
You have the most beautiful womb.
You carried the Prince of Life with bloom.

O Mary! Most beautiful gift!

Through you life flowed and your fruit set us free!
In you, God consecrated woman with full dignity!
In you, we see a model of a believing soul!
You are God’s beautiful gift to all!

Happy Birthday, Most Beautiful !!

9.8.14


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 | 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.
 


Details | Narrative | |

A Two Woman Duo

A Two Woman Duo
 
By Missy Yourist 



I am from the inside of a woman whom I have never met. 
A birth mother who I do not know one ounce of who or what she is about. 
A person who bearably carried me for nine months. 
Gave birth to me, a 3 pound toe-head baby. 
She had to have held me right after, but my baby eyes don't seem to remember. 
Blurred by the brightness of the world, 
I never saw who my birth mother was. 

But after two months, I was passed onto the most beautiful creature 
that my premature eyes had ever seen. 
A woman who would ultimately become my real mother. 
A wonderful being who would raise me with pride. 
Teach me the ways in which she thought we right. 
A mom who would love me with all of her heart and care for me 
for the 14 years that she would be able to share with me.


Details | Free verse | |

The Gracious Woman

The gracious woman is hated
She is not overrated but such a natural one
Morals and values dictated
Through her trials and tribulations her smiles stun
Family and friends created
Stay optimistic throughout the long run
The woman is so courageous
A strong heart is number one
She seems to be contagious
Her relationships are always undone
Her worthiness is outrageous
To find another is dreadful
To lose her is regretful
A woman of this caliber is so special


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


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


Details | Free verse | |

Woman from Congo

I am woman … 
WOMAN
Of Congo, 
Chewed, 
Spat out,
And bestowed with straw basket
To fetch water. 
You set upon us 
Wild dogs, 
Stretching our legs wide,
Ripping out our genitals and dignity
To nurse your children’s 
Craving.

‘fore you design gods;
Ones who create dolts, 
Small-minded folks, 
And feast on minerals – 
Congo was a lady
And I … I am
WOMAN, 
Strong black woman.

I bought some views 
On black market; 
They are rare commodities,
Sat down with glass of nsamba
on the rocks
And seriously contemplate …

It is hard to buy
Black market stuff;
We are set up
To think
East is inferior to west,
Barring them Europeans
Who broke their necks
To dwell in Canaan.

One thing is for sure,
They alleged a better name
And substitute 
The ones we were given;
Those with implications.
Oh, what things we see
When we start looking
From our own eyes.

I am WOMAN …
Woman alone
And taken against my desire,
Ravished by the corporations;
The gods who create your children
I am WOMAN, 
Woman from Congo.


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A WOMAN OF VIRTUE

For nine months
With love and pain
With joy and suffering
In her womb she carried me
A mother she is 
And a woman of virtue.

When there was no one, she was the only one
Even left alone, she never leaves me alone
Indeed, she’s a mother 
And a woman of virtue.

When toddling, she cared
And still directs when I could run
She is a mother of the child and the adult
In her thoughts are all, even the descendants to come
Many names will I call her; “A mother of all”
And a Woman of Virtue.


Details | I do not know? | |

Mother

Mother was sick I had to go
It would be a long drive on that road
There were miles between us
As I fought back the tears
Wondering if I would make it in time
Maybe I could nurse her back to health?
So we could spend some quality time
That was my plan
I wasn't ready to let her go
I arrived at her home, there she was
Lying in her bed, starring out the window
She turned to me and smiled
I hugged her thin frail body 
Held back the tears and gave her a smile
I turned to her nurse and whispered 
“How is she doing?”
The nurse looked at me and said,” The cancer has spread to her bones, it won’t be long”
It was too late, I felt like I let her down
I ran outside and fell to my knees, I began to cry
When I felt a warm hand run down my spine
I heard a soft voice whisper, “It won’t be forever”
I jumped back on my feet and looked to the sky	
Two sets of footprints across a cloud


Details | Prose Poetry | |

I AM A WOMAN

I walk
I talk
I possess an image
That image
I am the woman

The woman who is 
In absolute possession
Of the courage
As brave as a warriors staff
The woman who knows her rights 
And fights for it
I am the woman
With the “man”

I feel 
I heal
I possess a heart
That heart
I am the woman

The woman with 
An inner child
With an overflowing joy
With no worries bigger
The woman whose gleeing spirit
Brings hope to all
I am the woman
With the “womb”

I make
I create
I possess an art
That art
I am the woman

The woman herself
Stringing together
All pieces of earth
And soothing the broken
The woman whose arms
Wraps those she loves
I am the woman
That woman…

©Naa Takia, All Rights Reserved 2012


Details | Verse | |

To Much Pain

This woman lost her son in a car accident and she never got over it,but she says her son still 
live's on with her through her daughter she see's him .She says thats thats the best thing of 
having twins they look a like so both of them are there.If somthing would happen to you I 
dont know what I would she said. She's over pertectaue and careing she wont let her 
daugther out her site,but oneday she got a important phone call from her mother saying her 
dad has passed away and she leaves clare home alone and a fire started,but clare cant get 
to the phone and she cant jump out the window because they live on the 36th floor in  a 
apartment so while clare is screaming for help her mother is on the way to her dads hospital 
room and crying and weepingshe get in the anthor phone call saying clare her daughter hsa 
been burnerd alive in a apartment fire and so she left to get in the car and she note on the 
seat of the car she didnt see before.

It reads,Dear mother i will do anything for you no matter
what we go through how hard things get i will always love you.
From:Clare

The woman passed out and her head hit the horn. An hour later someone see's her and rush 
back into the hospital and after she woke up she rushes to the car to see her daughter but it 
was to late they took her body away already.The woman and her mom  decide  to have the 
furnerl the same day and the day the furnerl came her mother went into a comea and the 
woman said she cant take ut anymore so she hang herself and after all her mother was just 
under stress.


Details | Free verse | |

woman's rant on a hot summer day

just because you see me walking down 'ho boulevard does not mean i'm for sale...
i don't have an advertising sign up inviting you to taste and see
a woman can't walk down the street in broad daylight
dressed in a baggy t-shirt and sweats 
rockin' an afro puff on a hot summer day
without being propositioned
in violation of my rights as a woman to be free from sexual harassment
and I’m mad about it
my “NO” to your obnoxious offer is real talk
and you should know the difference between what’s for sale
and what’s not on the auction block
so g’long
an' lef’ muh tuh walk in peace
makes a woman want to carry a concealed weapon
and go blasting
could never walk the hallways
play in the yard
or even pray
without somebody bothering me
pulling on my clothes
or grabbing at me
for some sick reason
the next one is going to get a surprise
so g’long
an' lef’ muh tuh walk in peace

~in honor of the women who have walked ahead of me...

(c) 2011 PoetryofMotion!
All Rights Reserved


Details | I do not know? | |

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


Details | Rhyme | |

I'm A Goddess

I'm a goddess
My flow is unspeakable
Not too many situations are infeasible
A goddess
I'm surely irresistible
Besides my persona the reason isn't invisible
A goddess
I'm gracious always
A real stand up woman the woman she don't play
A goddess
Courageous in all ways
Up against a man my heart will outweigh
A goddess
A woman with intuition
A passion for life and the quality of it's condition
A goddess
I'm a woman authentically
Progressively complexity, I love my femininity



Details | Free verse | |

a song for the spirit of creativity

where will i find her?
i will find her hiding
inside a triangle
humming, bent over
and sewed into
my many great grandmother's
signature
buried, saved
for the hungriest of winters

like a swan passing
white with long leaps
shapeless spirit
who keeps
herded colors
locked inside her
bone tooth box
stars on either side

the sweetest prayers
work best with tears
i will go crying in to the night
red all over
i will go dangling my song
howl for dawn
creativity
you told me to come!
my woman drummers drumstick
is stored, come straight
a thick and sticky swaddle
for my dream children
for all the ideas in my mind

help me
hear me
i am afarid of this silent birth
geometric babies
overwhelming strength
in words
i believe in the cloud 
you float in over me
my needle
my thread
my fingers
this earth paint
every single sight and all the words combined


some say you are dead
gone with the rest of
our world hoop
ha!
i see you in the water
where you breath in the screams
of wishes
woman who you collect
drop by drop by drop
woman whose
skill is not enough for you
women whose
minds are not yet open

spirit i am aware that you presented yourself to me in my mind world last night and i am 
here to sing to this song to beg and plead for you to pity me 
prove the story my grandmother heard while inside her mother
about rainstorms
that bled glass
beads
shapes
rhythm
a steady flow
it all fell into my palm
only one woman every thousand years
here i am
it is me
shapeless spirit
you offered me the power to create
i accept


Details | I do not know? | |

For Mother Teresa

For Mother Teresa

to see...

the clarity of beauty between the murky folds of life

to see...

the simple truths of living
between the horror and the endless strike

to see...

the innocent smiles of the children at play
while the elder preach hate and division and continue to slay

to see...

the endless yearning for that simpler better place
away from the hollow emptiness of this ostentatious space

to see...

the open vistas of this pale blue dot
the soft reds and fruity greens as this home is all we have got

to see...

the tears of the dispossessed who have been cruelly cast aside
and while we look the other way from their tears we may never hide

to see...

the endless hunger and despair and killing and greed
in the name of God or of ideology or of some or the other creed

to see...

and to see it all

and still stand tall

to hold on to the humanity

that resides deep within us all

may be our only saving grace

and though all of this sounds quaint and saccharine sweet

I need to remember all that I've said

the next time I look into a teary-eyed desolate face

to see...

that being human is simple if we only look beyond ourselves and see

that we are all one, him and her and them and us and you and me...



Details | Verse | |

IYA MI

The life of the poor
There were days I went hungry,
And nights I went to bed high on imaginations of food
This was my life
This was my burden
My Mother worked _______ jobs, fill in the gap
Just so we could eat
We had to depend entirely,
On the struggle of an heart-broken woman
A woman too busy to give up,
We saw her walk on thorns, we saw her bleed
She fought against the tides; her struggle was ours’ too
But yet a smile was all she wore, hope was all she breathed 
Her shoulders were always high, her steps always firm.
She fought the goliath’s of this world and brought back scraps
Scraps that gave us strength and the hope that we could aim higher
Much higher than the threshold our environment afforded us.
Oh, what wonders the will of a woman can accomplish,
Oh what visions her bravery can actualize
In the midst of all this disappointment, 
We always wondered where our father went,
One day I summoned up the courage to ask her
I said: “momma, do we have a father?”
She replied: “Yes son, you have the greatest father,
He is God almighty, he made the universe,
If you are ever lost and unsure,
Just close your eyes get on your knees to pray
He will surely answer you”
“Mommy why are we like this?” I asked,
I will never forget what she said next
“Life is in seasons” she answered
She found happiness in the solace of hard work
She found a rose where others saw thorns
She saw light in pitch black darkness
All the options said: “Give up” but she still chose hope
IYA MI.
											Achi_va


Details | Free verse | |

MY HERO

MY HERO
I
Confused, I try to find words
To describe this woman
This colossus
Yet no name, no words from my mouth,
From my books can describe her.
I pick up my encyclopedia, my dictionaries-
Long mans, Oxford, Collins and a couple of others on my shelf
Trying to find a perfect word to describe this woman- My first love,
Yet no words can fit in perfectly.
II
Tired, my brain saturated
Just a word and I can’t concoct one
Why worry myself to frenzy?

REALIZATION
I
I rise up my tired head, eyes dilated
I look up at the wall, and boldly written on the wall is this word
“HERO”
Smiles settling on my face
Eyes full of life
I think I have found the right word.
But the word Hero is masculine for a person
Respected for bravery or noble qualities?
Yes! Indeed it is.
I think of the feminine word
It is “HEROINE”.
But this word Heroine; can it adequately describe
The sterling qualities this great woman possesses?
I ask myself…
No it can’t I tell myself.
II
In this woman I see a man
A strong hearted man
A man of integrity, a man of noble carriage
That woman in a man is no other person than my Mum.
She alone I will love cherish and adore.
I call her my HERO 
My number one HERO
My hero in a crazy world full of insanity.


Details | Tail-rhyme | |

CHARACTER Version 2

What the world 
Thinks a woman is?
That's her 'reputation'.

Sadly, 
It's often based
On false accusation,
Prejudice and supposition.

Upon further investigation
What's been found, 
She really is?
That's her 'character'.

For its her heart's 
Attunement and intention,
That truly matter. 
(Hence, the question.)

At any rate
Though it is fate,
Which presents 
Her circumstances,

Love still requires 
That a woman 
Take her chances,
To determine her character.
In that way 
The seeds of 
Her wisdom will scatter.

If here and now
 She were to somehow,
Receive an unexpected
And sudden impact,
How would she react?

How would she respond?
If the truth be known,
Character is a diamond 
That scratches a little,
Every other stone.

Yet never 
Has there been
A magic wand, 
Rock or crystal
More powerful 
Than a woman's
Strong backbone.

 We each need 
A mind and will
Of our own,
To fulfill.

Character 
Is a victory, 
Not a gift.
 Underneath the mystery
Lies the lesson 
To uplift.

Character, 
As a kettle 
Once mended,
Always requires repairs.

Sin, 
As a bad habit
Once transcended,
Always requires prayers.

Like the story goes,
A person shows 
What she is;
By what she does 
With what she has,
Not by whom 
She knows.

Self-determinism 
Is fine but needs 
To be tempered 
With self-control.

Misfortune will
Usually decline wherever 
Soul recognition
Becomes 
The ultimate goal.

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Wisdom Poetry by Rev.Bola A
(copyright: 12May'12)
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Details | Blank verse | |

Memoirs of The Damaged

Imagine a small frail girl,
Sitting in the darkest corner of a poorly lit room, 
Only lit by the cautious sunlight that rebelliously shines through the crack in the curtain – if she dares
And thank God for that brave beam of light,
That ray of hope that reminds her,
That though the sorrow may last for the night, the Lord’s joy comes in the morning – for He cares

But please remember this little girl,
Before she discovered the very existence of hopefuless, faith and grace,
She had marks all over her body, memories, each one with a story, begging to be shared– if she dared

In the sinfulness of the night menfolk would come and entice her mother,
Tempt her mother into practicing the secrets of the night,
Time and time again she would watch as mummy would repeatedly, 
Repeatedly give herself to such ungently men, who lustfully enjoyed her company.

Our little girl always hid when these hankering knights of the night came to,
‘play and pay’,
she just wanted to stay hidden away, 
until one day
when the hem of her nightgown,
was visible beside the chair, her cover was blown.
She would never forget the words he uttered, “how much for her?”

She still cries nocturnally,
Remembering his perspiration and dampness all over her tiny frame,
With every roll and satisfied movement,
she felt her soul crush gradually into powder, 
only to be bullied and chased away by the wind.

And the next morning,
After being left like an abused and neglected puppy,
She would wake up with the bruises round her waist and between her thighs,
She would have the sour taste of his manly solutions, 
that had been drowned and gargled down her pint-sized throat,
And she would cry, as she saw her mother counting the money, 
The money her little girl had made,
And that damaged petite mademoiselle,
Would return to her corner, she’d sit and tremble,
Knowing there was going to be another visitor that night, and the night after and the night after that,
For God knows how long

At a young age I learnt the power that a man takes from a woman,
I saw my mum morph into a slave for those sinful sons,
I saw how she gave of herself, dusk to dusk 
and let them take any bit of sanity she had left within her
this insane mindset that she remains in her till today as I write, 
has been the root cause of my scars,
but has always fuelled my motivation, to one day reach the stars.
Men took a woman and brought back a monster,
Men took a woman and somehow transformed her,
From a trouble soul to a ruthless imposter,
This is the end of part one,
I was that little girl,
I’m the narrator.


Details | Rhyme | |

Victim

I am struggling to make sense of my feelings and thoughts
wondering if grief counseling should be sought
but I did not lose a loved one, that is not why I am with grief
I grieve because I have lost myself and most of my belief
Not religious wise though, God and I are okay
We'll be even better once this heartache goes away
Only thing is, is that it never does
And I beat myself up for not being the woman that I once was

I let the wrong man get the best of me
A decision that will follow me to eternity
I made a mistake and believed in love
What I should've done was invest in a pair of boxing gloves
Black, blue, swollen, and red
So many clothes I own are stained with the blood I bled

However, the physical scars don't amount to the emotional and mental ones
Or the guilt that I feel sometimes when I look at my son
Sometimes I fear what kind of man he will be
And I pray 
Everyday
That he will never raise his hands at me
I pray that he respects every woman and every little girl
Lord knows I was disrespected enough, just trying to bring him into this world
Now that he is here, I know my son is heaven sent
But I am still so angry and filled with such resentment
Sometimes its hard to look at him and not remember the nights I cried
Or any of the nights that we both could have died
By the hands
Of the man
Whom was supposed to love us both unconditionally
Who beat the love out of me 
Throughout my entire pregnancy


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Tater Sack Annie

On a raft in the river tied to a tree, lived in an old woman of whom most folks made fun. She didn't talk much, most thought she was dumb. Kids being curious, and the summer being hot, the cool of the river drew our disobedient lot. We kids soon discovered the crude raft and the tent. We oddly made friends with its strange occupant. Tried as we might to find out her name. All we got was a smile from the toothless old dame. One thing for certain we kids soon found out. Social graces she lacked, but her kindness made up for that fact. Times being tough and money being tight, often we kids confided our plight. She didn't care if we were dirty or poor. She loved her little friends all the more. We didn't mind her fashion was lack. She wore a dress made from and old "tater sack." What troubled us was she didn't have a name. We didn't care from where she came. One day as we sat on the bank, a thought came to mind. We were disgusted with folks being unkind. "Everybody's got a name," said one. "Let's call her 'Tater Sack Annie'", said another, so it was done. Annie smiled at us. She liked her new name. She didn't say much, just smiled again. She motioned for us kids to her camp for lunch. She always fed our whole bunch. Fried taters, catfish and greens. All of us believed she was a woman of means. Several summers went by. One year the fall came. A saturday night, folks out for a lark. Didn't see Annie walking home in the dark. Somebody sent, and a somber Sherriff came, "Anybody her know her name?" He spoke to the group. Two boys stepped forward, both knelt to a stoop. "That's our 'Tater Sack Annie'", they spoke in a low tone. Both their faces ashen and as white as bone. Today in a churchyard no monument gleams. Only a simple stone reads, "Annie a lady of means."

Written by my grandmother Sandra Burch


Details | Rhyme | |

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.


Details | Rhyme | |

God's Definition of Marriage


God designed marriage as the real thing!
Anything less, is what a counterfeit brings!

His concept of one man and woman is very real.
He’s not interested in bowing to “man’s appeal.”

His court of justice rings very loud and clear!
The truth of his word shall NEVER disappear!

You can look in Genesis and it is found!
He created Adam from the dust of the ground!

He designed Eve from one of his ribs!
They were joined together as  both lived!

He didn’t need a constitution to know “their rights.”
He gave them HIS WORD as their guiding light!

Satan has been trying to pervert what God created!
This is a truth.  And need not be debated!

We have cheapened the value of the marriage institution!
And have added needless 
chaos and confusion!

Through the Bible, one husband and wife are taught!
Unless you want to live in Sodom, as did Lot!

Ungodly perversions take many forms and kinds.
And it soon piles up garbage into our minds!

“What God has put together.” 
 “Let no man put asunder.!”
Many ideas of “marriage,” is a total blunder!

One man and one woman is what God ordained in Eden.
It was Adam and Eve.  
Not Adam and Steven!

The choices in life are yours!  And yours alone!
Who is going to be the Lord, of your heart and home?

By Jim Pemberton  


Details | Rhyme | |

Watching

I watched

I watched when I was younger, a woman lose her life

To a man, to a rock, to a knot, and never become a wife.

I watched when I was seven the most beautiful woman alive

She was oh so amazing, with big brown eyes

And two dimples at the corner of her smile

Before and now, she has walked a thousand.

I watched a woman began to hate

Herself and her life and begin to question her fate.

I watched a woman meet her prince

Only to be abused, and used at her own expense

And introduced to the “rock” of her life

That later brought on never ending strife.

I watched a little boy tie his shoestrings in a knot

 A woman reach up, to cup, and feel a knot

A daughter fight back the knot in her chest

 For her mom has lost her right, and now left breast

A son that was buried underneath the sun

Only to think of the “rock” because, this is where it begun.


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-That Gift of Woman to Man-

What greatest gift to man
has Life been given?
Than,the gift of Woman
the givers and nurturer's of Life
here on Earth to ease man's strife,
for without that Woman around
there'll be no man.

Yet with man's endeavor's
that Female spirit to break
the Mother figure
still survives it all,
to Love that man
who Her heart was given
and Her man, his burden lighter to make.

Man should his gratitude show
in a thousand ways
of how he appreciates Her so
and spend the rest of his days
praising his Creator for that precious gift
that Woman at his side
The Mother of Life.


Details | Narrative | |

A chance to say goodbye

There once was a woman
that was a wife and a mother
who one day got sick
then called and cried to her brother

She was alone at the docters
when she found out about the cancer
she called her family right away 
but nobody would answer

The woman was so scared
she was only 25 
when she found out that she had
not much time to be alive

The woman wasnt happy 
about living her last days
she did not know how to react
she just sat there in a gaze

as day by day went by
she was more then fun and flirty
till she died on Christmas Eve 
at excatly 11:30

As the family cried and cried
the oldest son scremed "why
why did she have to leave us 
without even saying bye"

as he cried himself to sleep that night 
she talked to him through dreams
she said
"son im very sorry that I had to go and leave"

she said she really loved him
and that she really cared
about how he went through life
without seeing his mother there

He said he loved her so
with his great big giant heart
and that nothing will ever keep 
him and his mother apart

When he awoke the next morning
he told his dad about his dream
about seeing his mother happy
as happy as can be

The father said "thats good son
that you got rid of all this pain
in just one night of sleep 
now look how much you've gained"

The son just flashed a smile
he new his dad did not understand 
that he got his chance to say goodbye
and let go of his mothers hand


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

self help

I heard loud screams coming from a quaint 
decapitated building as I approached
the entrance way I could see the image 
of a woman standing near the window 

there were others screaming also 
I hurried inside only to be overcome 
by thick black smoke the woman continued 
calling to me as I made it pass the chard door 
as two men laid in the hallway the woman wailed
 
I tried desperately to save her apon entering
her apartment filled with flames her hair melted 
to her face her slippers melted to the tarry linoleum 
I panicked at this horrid sight this woman still alive
 
reaching for me with one hand the other hand 
was melting against the vinyl drapes 
my mind wondered how to save this dying woman 
her nylons began to ignite her legs and apron string
 
I was clearly distraught as sirens could be heard
from a distance away the woman reached out again 
as I reached for her hand oddly she was wearing  
my ring given to me by my grandmother years ago
 
I glanced in the mirror of this woman's suffering
there was so much smoke i could hardly see 
but to my surprise this dying woman was me


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Mother

Who can this woman be in my life, some one who is so sweet loving and caring always there when i need a helping hand and always giving me the right direction who can this woman be who supports me when i am right but if I am wrong she would sit me down and talk to me She is strong and virtuous in her ways a strong arm to lean on Who is this woman who always has a cook meal and the house clean and keep all of your things in order who is this woman who mends our clothes and be by ourside when we are sick, Gives us advice even if we dont want it, and always tells us to keep our head to the sky and nver once does she try to make us look small or forsake us, she gives us our rules and tell us that its up to us to listen always in our corner and always has us in her heart at all times no matter the situation you will always know that she is praying for you who is this woman who gives so much love aand go beyond the call of duty, there with open arms and a happy smile and creates joy in our mind this most outstanding woman in our life is our MOTHER one we will never ever forget and one we will love until the end of time, no matter how far we may go our mother is always there and she never stops loving you, Mother is our everything , she that rock that mighty ship that can sail around the world by itself, She that cover of protection that is with us at all times, and we cannot walk away for if we do we will return with open arms and a open heart, becasue she is the best and she deserve a lot when God created Mothers he knew the world would need them more than anything, but i want to say if you ever experince being a mother you will know and understand the nature of this word Mother


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Woman

Being a woman is a gift.
Whether you’re black, white, red or blue.
It doesn’t matter as long as you are you.
Being hurt and punished by the men you love.
Is it their fault you f**ked with no glove?
Beaten, bruised, obeying all his rules.
Why not just refuse; refuse to be his slave, refuse to be his punching bag, refuse to be his last choice.
It’s time to stand up and raise your voice.
Tell him whose boss and why you took it all.
Remember the time he f**ked your best friend
Remember the times he said
“Baby I’ll be there until the end”
Remember the beatings, burns, cuts and bruises;
It’s time to tell him who loses.
Be the woman who can stand on her own two feet.
Be the woman who refuses to be with a man and be beat.
Life is too short to stay locked down
He continued to knock you down 
But its time to get up and get off the ground.
You’re free to be the woman you were meant to be…


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Root

A long time ago, in the dark lands of the gentile pagans
The people where like giants and our twelve spies; ants!
The spies’ mission went sour and they were almost captured.
Ten managed to escape to our lovely desert camps; enraptured!
The other two made themselves scarce, to the inconvenience of a woman
 Who hid them in the roof of her house and lied to save their hides.   
By and by, our brave woman married one spy and another gentile woman
Married the other spy…oh the dreadful tides!!!
It so happened that our promiscuous spies both died, and at the same time too.
Their distraught mother (for they were brethren) decided to return home.
But the woman who had first hid them made bid to return with her
But Old Childless Mother said “turn away my daughters for thou hast seen I have 
No sons and am too old and ugly to attract a man, for surely any man attracted to
Me in this state must darn well be impotent or desperate!”
The second saw reason and turned back home to her shows for her name was Orpah Winfey.
The one who had first hid the spies refused and said (with courageous theme playing in 
The background) “intreat me not to turn aside, for wither thou goest, I will go and wither 
Thou lodgest I shall be thine squatter and where thou diest I shall be present for the wake keep!”
When she saw that her determination was deeply ruthed, Old Childless Widow sayest unto her;
“Damn, why the hell not!”
So it came to pass that Ruth came to dwell with us, the chosen people.
But she was an outright lazy pile of bones, what with all the sitting all day under palm trees
And gisting and gossiping with passersby.  Well some folk thought she was a prophet
His name was Barak Oboma, he was dark and handsome and he was our leader.
She made him start a war with the people in the East whose military was whispered 
In dark places to be to be “The Talibansers” but that is a tale for another day.
Here ends the unnecessarily protracted and adjusted story of Root: the harlot turn
 Wife turn widow turn immigrant turned prophet.


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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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Grandmother tales ....

As a fairytale is read young girl dreams 
Through her life she ages through to woman 
Still she remembers word from word 
The tale her grandmother would tell 
As she fell upon her grandmothers arm 
Her dreams were so near
A love a moment of completeness
A beauty that covered each word that was told 
Her grandmother was wise as she said one day it would unfold
Young girls eyes as the stars slept with sparkles
Crystals of imaginative times spread across her mind
Now a woman she tells her child the same tale 
One grandmother said in all good time 
You will have your dreams pleased 
Like adoring stars you will be kissed 
A fairytale will begin 
Hear the angels above sing
Do not search as the tale will follow 
My dearset child as all dreams start from within 
Hold them close in your mind and let them love in your heart
They will find you as all fairytales are owned 
They are rejoined in time they will find you
As like the locket grandmother gave it is yours 
As a fairytale was sent cherish it and don't let go
Just like the tale your grandmother owned ....






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FREE CEE a poem to all of you who may have read me and PRAYED FOR A YOUNG WOMAN

  THIS IS THE ONLY WAY I KNOW TO GIVE THANKS
i am joyous- i am overjoyed
for the tragedy a young girl came to avoid
her mother is now infinitely relieved
because i always knew the wondrous woman believed

when she got the sad news there was a shadow cast
but now the sun eradicated the shade at last
there were so many hymns left for her to sing
but she couldn't because her angel had a broken wing

and so her still small voice was quieted by fear
and anguish impossible for a mother to bear
but she looked evil straight in the face
and assured her daughter she'd be all right in her mother's embrace

i am a happy man today for sure
because it seems they finally came upon a cure
today that mother watches her angel hover because of the gift she received
because i always knew the wondrous woman believed
     this lovely lady and i thank the six or seven of
      you who read my poem "THIS IS THE ONLY WAY I KNOW HOW TO
                                               PRAY"
  (c) 2012 copyright PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~


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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


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MAY OF '75

It All Started May 2, 1975
The Day This Man 
Took This Woman
To Be His Lawfully Wedded Wife
 
They Saw Their Share Of Struggles,Grief, Hardships,and Strife
But Hand In Hand
They Faced The World
Together
This Man And His Wife
 
The Cards Were Stacked Against Them
An Uphill Battle It Often Seemed
They Did Not Have A Fairytale
But In The End
Love Would Prevail
Between This Woman And This Man
 
Thirty Years They Shared Together
For Richer Or For Poorer
In Sickness And In Health
In Good Times And In Bad
Before This Man Would Pass Away
Right In Front Of His Wife
 
How Would This Woman Go On
Not Knowing What To Do
How To Make A Single Cup Of Coffee
Or Just One Plate Of Food
How Could She Bare Waking Up To An Empty Room 
 
She Grieved Tirelessly
She Often Questioned Why
Why She Had Been Left Behind
This Woman Who For Thirty Years
Had Been This Man's Wife
 
She Had To Find Her Strength Within
And Her Will To Go On
She Had To Comfort Her Children
And Learn To Lean On God
 
Although She Never Stopped Loving This Man
Eventually
She Would Find Peace
Though It Was Not Easy
She Learned To Live Life Without Him
Though It Was Never Part Of The Plan
On That Day In Early May of 1975
When These Two Were Wed
This Man And His Wife
 
Sometimes Things Will Happen
Even Though We Did Not Plan
Things We Can Not Fathom
Things We Will Never Understand
 
The Time Came
Two Short Years Later
When The Doctors Came
And Told This Woman
We Are Sorry
It Is CANCER
 
Now The Children
Of This Man And His Wife
Would Have To Find Their Own Answers
With No Parents Their To Guide Them
Give Them Comfort
Or Advice
They Would Be Left With Their Own Questions
Of How...
And WHY...
 
In Loving Memory of My Mom and Dad- Tiffany Abbott


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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

 


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DEAR NANA

What is a grandmother? The definition of a grandmother is, the mother of one's 
mother or father

But you are my grandmother and alot more then that. You have been there for me 
from the time i was born to the time that i am writting this poem for you and will be 
my grandmother for ever

Without you there would be no me you have always had my back and have always 
been there for me

when i think of the words such as beautiful, wonderful, protective, amazing, kind 
and sweet hearted all i can picture is your face

your soul, your ambition and your heart, that you have put into my life, and for that i 
am and will always be forever thankful

you have taught me the meaning of being caring, giving and loving to not only 
myself but as well as to others

you helped me grow, you helped me understand the meanin of being a woman and 
looking inside of myself to bring out the woman that i am

without you i would not know the true abilities that i posses inside because i am a 
part of you

I thank you for being patient with me and i really thank you for my mother because 
if God had not blessed you with her, she would not have had me

I will never forget the love and laughs we now are able to have between us, you 
bring the smile to my face that automatically shines when i think of the love, joy and 
laughter you possess inside

And for all that and much much more i whitney andrea lacey thank you for being my 
grandmother


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dream on little boy, dream on- part 1

I have heard a tale of the darkest forest that is known for its whispering trees, 
forbidden fruits, and its dancing roses all kept in touch by winter’s hand. I seek to 
confirm these facts made by delusional men, but I, I seek an even more forbidden fruit, 
and a more soothing whisper that is not of the trees to caress my ears.  I seek a figure 
whose peachy skin is bathed in the white satin of winter.  A figure whose lips that are 
flushed and soft, that they beckon for a mortals lips to embrace their own.  I look and I 
listen for a tempting whisper, I take note to every sound that floats by my ears.  One 
resonance catches my intention; it’s the sound of fracturing ice behind 7 trees I failed 
to perceive.  O was I mislead by these delusional fools, for such a beauty cannot be 
described by mere and simple words.  I was never a poet but the sight of her made 
poetic lines flow into my head. It went like this:   “A soft and delicate petal amidst the 
sea’s darkness beacons for a stem, a stem to lift it up to the sun and thaw the chains 
that bind”.   The ice that I spoke of earlier was not fracturing; they were simply forming 
beneath her feet as she elegantly strode along the rivers bank.  I questioned myself on 
whether to call her or not, for I could not recall a name by which she went.  So I simply 
said: “O, winter’s Goddess, satisfy this mortal with the visage that obscures the hearts 
of men”.  She simply turned around and glanced into my eyes then said: “Who is this 
goddess that you beacon so much for? I am only a woman whose love is frozen in her 
own tears.  A woman whose eyes, are as vast as the sea that they can drown a man 
searching for love”.   I replied: “Your love maybe frozen in tears of sadness, but I seek 
to thaw them out into tears of joy, your love cannot drown a man who has already 
found what he seeks.”   With these words said, I walk towards her slowly and embrace 
her in my arms; I lean in to kiss this winter queen’s lips, but she suddenly vanishes in 
my arms.  The shout of a mother penetrates my ears telling me to get her a drink of 
water in the middle of the night. Finished with the feeble task that mother set out for 
me, I venture back into my bed to fall into slumber once more.   


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Notes on Sister Aimee

Ah the cake before the icing!!!!!! 

Notes:

Aimee Semple McPherson (October 9, 1890 – September 27, 1944), also known as Sister Aimee, was a Canadian born in Salford, Ontario. She was a Los Angeles–based evangelist and media celebrity in the 1920s and 1930s.She founded the Foursquare Church. McPherson has been noted as a pioneer in the use of modern media, especially radio, and was the second woman to be granted a broadcast license. She used radio to draw on the growing appeal of popular entertainment in North America and incorporated other forms into her weekly sermons at Angelus Temple.

In her time she was the most publicized Christian evangelist, surpassing Billy Sunday and her other predecessors. She conducted public faith-healing demonstrations before large crowds, allegedly healing tens of thousands of people. News coverage sensationalized misfortunes with family and church members; particularly inflaming accusations she had fabricated her reported kidnapping, turning it into a national spectacle. McPherson's preaching style, extensive charity work and ecumenical contributions were a major influence in revitalization of American Evangelical Christianity in the 20th century.

Verse 1  Salford is the town in which she was born

Verse 2  As a teenager she would question visiting preachers about the existence of God

Verse 3  As a child she would often play “salvation army” 

Verse 4  She was known to understand men speaking in tongues even they did not know
She married a man Semple, thus the play on words, simple, Semple, they                     traveled the world preaching, where he does of malaria in Hong Kong

Verse 5  Her husband Semple left her with child, whom she named “Star”

Verse 6  She remarried and tried to be a good wife, however her calling was to preach,             during this time she was known to be obsessive about cleaning, however her children say that she was also a very loving mother, as a housewife as well as when she went back to preaching.

Verse 7  In Los Angles she formed the the “Temple of Angelus”

Verse 8  Is about her disappearance from Venice Beach in California, and re emerging in a town in Mexico 

Verse 9  The ultimate Kiss was a famous song by a Mexican group in  the 1960’s from the town where she re-appeared “ Aqua Prietas”   Brown Water in English. Echos, refers to Echo Park a place in Los Angles where she formed her church.

Verse 10 sensuous sermonizer is a quote by Cole Porter describing Aimee. She was known for feeding the poor during the depression, something the government was failing to do, as well s healing the sick, and although not always successful, there are some famous accounts of her success. She was known for using theater, music and radio to bring the world of god to the people, thus bring ancient ways to modern times, and many an Evangelist would copy her style, both the sincere and the false.

Verse 11 She was a known insomniac who could not sleep, and died of an over dose of sedatives. “a splendid score” refers to her ability to put on Broadway type shows to deliver her message, people would line up for blocks to see her productions.


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The Man in the Window

He crawled thru our window
A man with no hair
Standing four feet tall
Every night he was there

We moved to this house
Not knowing of its lore
Not hearing of the evil
That lurked there before

A murder took place 
By a man and his mother
A sibling was killed
He stabbed his own brother

He would walk to our bed
Night after night
With evil in his eyes
And our hearts filled with fright

In a lab coat of white
And blood on his chest
He told us he'd kill us
For this was his quest

Only in this room
Would he always appear
To fill me and my brothers
With breathtaking fear

When we moved to another
The room would be clean
Neither mother or her son
Would ever be seen

My mother would tell us
It was only a dream
Til his mother she saw
With a blood curdling scream

The front door was locked
But like a phantom magician
She walked thru the walls
This ghostly apparition

She sat in a chair
And rocked while she laughed
My mother was paralyzed
By this witch and her craft

"You can't move can you dear?"
The woman replied
She said the death smell was sickening
From this woman who'd died

In the middle of the night
Doors would open then close
Who's coming and going?
None of us knows

The neighbors all knew
Of the things that occured
But all were too scared
To utter a word

My father would sit 
By our bedside each night
Til we all fell asleep
Then turn out the light

This story is true
I was six years old
The house is still standing
And the story still told

Each Halloween season
This house will appear
In our town's local newspaper
To fill us with fear

Though now it stands empty
Many families passed thru
And all will attest
That what I've told you, is true


For Amy's I saw with my own eyes contest


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On the life of Women

What is life ?
But of pain and pleasure.
The passion of one woman and one man.
The love of one woman for her offspring.
The hate of one woman for those who have
Walked on when she's fallen.
The guilt of one woman for not being able 
To survive or forgive.
The pain of one woman when 
All she's loved and cared for has been 
Ripped out of her soul.
The life of one woman is one we must endure
And not take advantage of and be happy for,
Because one day that life of one woman
could vanish and may never feel emotion
again.


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Mother

Stepping out of one world and into another
It was my wish that I visit with mother
Attempting to leave my burdens behind
Many things of troublesome worry still linger in my mind 
   
Desperately searching for the most wonderful woman of beauty bright
It was apparent that mother was nowhere in sight
Struggling to fathom the idea that on this day my mother I may not see
Desperately calling to mother to “come to thee”

Searching both near and far; “mother dearest I long to be where you are”
It was on that day; I remember well on my heart was left a scar
For it seemed like an eternity that I did roam 
When at last my search was over when it was your beautiful name I saw in stone

Remembering back to the days of old
It was the words of a wise and witty woman that was told
As a tear gently rolled down the curve of her face
It is the love for each other I’m sure that no one can replace 

For as I entered, there will be a day that I must go
But there is something that I must share with you and you must know
Forever you have been and forever you will always be in my heart
And it is by your side that I will never part 


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My Mother Is Gone

My mother is gone..... How do I  change things?  I miss her more than I had ever acknowledged.

My mother is gone....My heart is wounded and damaged.  I can't fill the emptiness I suffer.

My mother is gone.....The days are so lonely.  Is she as tearful as I am?

My mother is gone.... I'm lost for all reasons.  I don't enjoy living without her.

My mother is gone....My entire world has been crushed like the sinkable Titanic.  I'm drowning in such disastrous feelings.

My mother is gone... I remember our hardships.  They haunt me each minute and second.

My mother is gone... I have molded her fear.  I will never forget how much she had struggled.

My mother is gone.  She had talent unknown.  Why didn't others encourage her?

My mother is gone.  She was a lovely woman inside and out.  I had failed to even recognize her beauty.

My mother is gone.  The destructible negligence of a hospital and nursing home facilities are the reasons she is no longer with us. I will fight to destroy them and all they had damaged.  Nothing will change how I'm feeling.

My mother is gone....She has trusted in me to change many things that were important to her.  I wish I could recover all her minutes and seconds.

My mother is gone....She was so very tired and weak towards the end of her life. 
She didn't complain while suffering the pain.  I commend her for being so willful.

My mother is gone.. Life is supposed to continue. Happier days don't seem to exist in my future.

My mother is gone...She'll never understand all the words I so desperately needed to share. Now it's too late.  I failed to tell her those things when was still living.  

My mother is gone..Will others even consider to  remember all the wealth that she stood for?  I have highlighted each reason I loved her.

My mother is gone...Her memory holds on.  She'll never know how very much I will miss her.

My mother is gone.. Heaven has been blessed with her presence....

My mother is gone....In my heart she's still with me.  I will never forget her existence.  She was a woman to be honored and cherished.




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Brittany a teenager

Still my daughter, my baby, Brittany Nicole
No longer a child, yet not losing that glow
You’ve become a young woman (blond to the core)
And even more breathtakingly beautiful then before
										
				  
You have a boundless energy on any given day
Dramatic and stubborn if things don’t go your way
One look can pierce thru cutting one’s soul
Then turn warm and loving many hearts you have stole
										
A young woman and more vulnerable then you’d admit
Possessive and inclined to have ragingly jealous fits
An immaturity that’s holding you back from being grown
With a typical teen trait, of  being forever on the phone
										
Teen years are the most difficult in life’s many phases
In this phase you’ll experiment with new fads and crazes
Which over time smoothes your rough edges so to speak
Like a butterfly from your cocoon you emerge unique
									
Until then you’ll continue not listening to sweet reason
A woman-child who’s main concern is which boy you’ll be teasin’
Attention is yours, why you’re the next Tyra  Banks
And remember beauty’s a gift, one for which to give thanks!
		


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I Am a Woman

I am a woman…
I am a woman, a woman for the world, yet,
I am a woman of God. 

Some say I have style
Some say I have sass, but,
I am just a woman.

I am a woman
Why describe my character?
Why add name to my traits?
I am just woman.

The children I bear
Quiet moments that’s so rare
All because I’m a woman.

Multi-skilled, multi-talented
That’s me, more of a woman
I love being a woman.

But…I am neither Cleopatra,
Cinderella nor the Mona Lisa
I am just me
I am a woman.

I am compassion
I am Love
I am God’s special design
I am a woman.
I am worth it.


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The Last Daughter

I think of you, mother.
I think of you, grandmother.
Only three castings forward of our mitochondria over 100 years.

I think past you, grandmother, 
          to your mother, 
                 and her mother,
	 and beyond.

The unbroken hawser of female to female.

Back so far afore the scouring of mountains,
      the rising of seas, the comings and goings of saber-tooths and mastodon.
	
Back through time, when at one moment we were something else.
        Then, in the belch of birth... the human genome.

I think of that vestige of our inimitable femininity that is unchanged...
	
                     Woman to woman to woman.

Who was the first who raised her hand in rage and fear, 
      in this unique humanity, 
            against her daughter?

	Woman to woman to woman.

I am the last daughter, a Y for my X, a son.

                    Woman to woman to woman 
                               would stand aghast when I said...
		
	I do not know how to love.  Take him; I do not know how to love.

I tried, but I am the last daughter, 
                               and I will not succeed. 

Mother to mother to mother to daughter.  
                                                I do not know how to love.

I am the last, the ultimate daughter.  
                 I will not pass our inimitable femininity.

	                 I am the ultimate daughter.   
                                                           I will pass abundant amnesty.


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I love me Black woman

I love me black woman 
whom God created from the sand
the black woman that I adore 
she has my eyes allure 
she's my first virgin born and pure
I bade in her wisdom, power, acceptance and I am sure
She's definitely the one 
that has given me a special son.
I love me black woman with vision
she's ahead with an incredible mission.
i love me black woman with passion 
the quality of her blossom that I cannot ignore
in my mind she has never been bored.
I love me black woman from the very top of her head toward her bottom feet.
I love me black woman all the time 
wouldn't dare trade her for a dime. 
I would have write the more ,but there wouldn't be space 
to describe how much a black woman worth.
She's the mother of all earth 
given a gift with an unbelievable birth.
Who wouldn't love a black woman 
in such case is ignant.
to abuse a black woman, I dare not 
She's my black woman beautiful within and out
she's all that I 'm bout
a black woman a red rose to be 
I can't help myself but see
that a black woman is all that
Precious, fragile and magnificently phat
I love me black woman. 


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For my mother

There's this woman I know
Who is the strongest woman I have ever known.
She fights off all my demons with only a few simple words.
She's a warrior in my mind,
The kind that can fight battles
And heal any wound. 
This woman I know has seen so much pain and hurt in her world
But yet, she has risen above it and has become stronger for it. 
She teaches me something new everyday
About the struggles of life and how to deal with it all,
And how to be better because of it. 
This woman I know is my home, my heart,
The source of life for me. 
She is the greatest woman I have ever known. 
She is my best friend, whom I confide in every day. 
She is real, she is honest,
She is my mother.


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She Has A Big Heart

Her heart is so big, her love is so strong
Most of her life, she has been treated wrong
She has so much love, so much to give
Sometimes it took all she had just to live
What in the world did she do to deserve
All the pain that's been forced upon her
She's worked so hard to do everything right
But, when she'd least expect it, there would be another fight
For days she would hurt and walk around crying
If she told anyone, they'd think she was lying
How could this life of hers be so unfair?
Is it too much to ask just for someone to care?
It caused me such heartache to see all of her pain
All the times she was hurt, it was done in vain
Such a wonderful person with all of this love
Deserves more than anyone that I can think of
I'll always be thankful for all that she’s done
I love her unconditionally, unlike anyone
Who is this woman with such a big heart?
She's the beautiful woman who gave me my start
She's very special; she's one of a kind
She's like a rare diamond that most never find
She's my best friend, she's my Mother
I hope she knows how much I love her

Copyright © 2000   Shari E Davis


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Mother Is Always Correct

Mother Is Always Right

By Elton Camp

Barry was convinced he’d found the love of his life
And just knew his girl would make the perfect wife
So to his mother he couldn’t find enough good to say
“She is beautiful, kind, loving and great in every way.”

During the engagement, the women became acquainted
His mother slowly learned she wasn’t as he had painted
His fiancé was demanding, hot-tempered and even more
Son didn’t know it, but she’d been divorced twice before

When Barry’s mother became much concerned for him,
She called him aside to talk, her face so extremely grim
“Son, I think marriage to this woman you’ll soon regret.
I surely do hope that, on her, you are not too firmly set.”

“Laura Sue warned me that something like this you’d try.
That you didn’t want another woman in your life is why.”
His mother’s loving counsel Barry then pushed away
And was as happy as he could be on his wedding day

For the first few months, all in his life went fairly well
Then Laura Sue began to make her husband’s life hell
And so, just as she had done with husbands one and two
Demanding, screaming and shouting was all she did do

Poor Barry then recalled his mother’s warning word
And wished that her advice he hadn’t thought absurd
Now it looks like the final outcome will come to be
Barry’s first divorce and Laura Sue’s number three


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Dear Mother

Dear Mother

No words cannot express what you mean to me
No diamonds or pearls can repay all that you have done for me
I am forever grateful for the life you have given me
There is nothing that brings happiness than the sight of your smile
There is nothing more heartbreaking than the sight of you in pain
The nine months you carried me, I appreciate
The difficult circumstances you raised me in, I thank you
Your courage as a woman is one a million
Your work ethic moves anybody in your presence
Your kind heart is the epitome of beauty
You give and never ask anybody for anything in return
Your forgiving even with a wounded heart
Your good intentions to many are priceless
They say materialism doesn't make the man
Well my soul was moulded by the hands of a Queen
My wisdom emulates your know how
My golden heart is a reflection of your spirit
The essence of a real woman is an image of you
Time and time again you never cease to amaze me
No gifts from me to you compares to tomorrow
Finally a man ready to lead my peers
But my first priority is to care of you
Your a friend, a role model and most importantly a beautiful mother
 
Dedicated to My Mum
By H.F.


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Still at This Time---Mystery

As I went to my sons school
I entered into to go speak 
with one of his teachers 
as I had checked in
and went along the hall
to where my son teacher was
as I done so....

As a woman appoached me
then she spoke and told me to stop... 
Stop right there... 
Startled me...
As I stopped I turned around
Then she said... Young lady 
Where are you to be???
You are skipping Class...
You need to come with me...
Right Now!!!

I smiled and then said...
I am sorry but you have mistaken me
I am actually a parent 
I am here to see my son and his teacher

She then looked at me...
and said... as laughing in the air..
she said... that is a good one..
Now... Come with me..
I am taking you to the Principles office

I thought and then said..
oh... no your not...
Then she said... Oh...Yes I am..
then she called on her radio..
then some others.. men came
Then she said... 
Please Escort this young woman to Principles office

I could not believe my eyes...
I then pulled out my ID...
But she said... She still didn't believe me...
For tis I must have made the ID
Very Tricky...

So we all went to the Principles office
There I had a Very hard time
Proving I was not a Teen...
I had to get my son out of Class
to verify who I was...
As well again displaying my ID..

I can not believe...
as Still in this time
is the same... 
I no longer go to my sons school
Unless I have an apt.... 

As many say... I look so young..
I not know why... 
my looks have not changed
but I myself... am grown
I am not that old 
But nor am I that young

As I always must explain...
I am not a Teenager...
I am an adult
I am a mother
I am maybe what tis be
a young grandmother 
I am a Woman... of Christ...

God has His Reasons
Why... I still be looking young
As many state a Teenager... 
Even in the Schools 
of my daughters and son

As many of my friends 
ask me... what tis my secret
how do I stay looking so young
Tis is crazy... for tis 
as I say... a mystery

But tis I must say... tis quite embarressing
for me and my children..

As God's Wills so shall be
but tis a True mystery to me....
For way I see.. tis be
As With God... is the Fountian of Youth

Come to Jesus...
For With God.. All things are possible


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CONCEIVING

                                 Long march
                                    He wins
                                Mother laughs


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A Battered Woman

            A Battered Woman 
                         *
When God made woman, he gave her one of 
mans ribs which made her part of him in spirit
and soul. So men you are to be as kind to your
wife as yourselves because they are part of you.
~
If you are beating on your wife, then what will 
she have to give you in return? When you change 
her character you’ll no longer have the wife you 
married. Does that still make you feel like a man?
~
You men, you know who I am talking about, the 
ones who never hit but use words to do their dirty 
work for them. They’re just as vicious as their foil, 
only they dig deeper and are much more hurtful.
~
Yep, these guys go where none has gone before they’ll 
destroy her families cause they’ve got to keep her from 
them; he’s done his evil by calling her all types of angry 
names and tearing her down in front of their friends.
~
He’ll leave scars that run deeper in her which might 
take an entire lifetime to heal ... Since these guys have 
done their worst;  now it is our turn, we’ll with patience
and understanding will try to help repair the damage done …..
~
Then we’ll reap the benefit of having a most
loving heart-filled woman melting into our caring 
and loving hands. All because one man did not 
take care of his most prized treasure, his wife…
~

Steve L. Siegel
May 16, 2010


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Root

A long time ago, in the dark lands of the gentile pagans
The people where like giants and our twelve spies; ants!
The spies’ mission went sour and they were almost captured.
Ten managed to escape to our lovely desert camps; enraptured!
The other two made themselves scarce, to the inconvenience of a woman
 Who hid them in the roof of her house and lied to save their hides.   
By and by, our brave woman married one spy and another gentile woman
Married the other spy…oh the dreadful tides!!!
It so happened that our promiscuous spies both died, and at the same time too.
Their distraught mother (for they were brethren) decided to return home.
But the woman who had first hid them made bid to return with her
But Old Childless Mother said “turn away my daughters for thou hast seen I have 
No sons and am too old and ugly to attract a man, for surely any man attracted to
Me in this state must darn well be impotent or desperate!”
The second saw reason and turned back home to her shows for her name was Orpah Winfey.
The one who had first hid the spies refused and said (with courageous theme playing in 
The background) “intreat me not to turn aside, for wither thou goest, I will go and wither 
Thou lodgest I shall be thine squatter and where thou diest I shall be present for the wake keep!”
When she saw that her determination was deeply ruthed, Old Childless Widow sayest unto her;
“Damn, why the hell not!”
So it came to pass that Ruth came to dwell with us, the chosen people.
But she was an outright lazy pile of bones, what with all the sitting all day under palm trees
And gisting and gossiping with passersby.  Well some folk thought she was a prophet
His name was Barak Oboma, he was dark and handsome and he was our leader.
She made him start a war with the people in the East whose military was whispered 
In dark places to be to be “The Talibansers” but that is a tale for another day.
Here ends the unnecessarily protracted and adjusted story of Root: the harlot turn
 Wife turn widow turn immigrant turned prophet.


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a wise mother

one of the most beautiful things a woman can experience in life
Is to bring into this world a new baby, a new child for Christ
yet the raising of a child is not such a breeze
yet  God gave women the knowledge and the wisdom to succeed

a woman with faith cried out to Jesus Christ one day
she said "my daughter is possessed by demons who are having their way"
yet how did she know that  Jesus was the Son of Man?
there was no newsletter nor mass media revealing God's master plan
at a time when there was no CNN or FOXNews, just c&f
the channel of the Holy Spirit know as complete faith

"for great is they faith", Jesus said "and because you believe"
"your daughter is now healed, the Holy Spirit she has received"
that mother's heart would not let up nor would it allow distraction
she had God on her mind and through His Word she sought satisfaction

a wise woman, a wise mother that inside all of us
believers in the omnipotent power that is Christ Jesus
If you seek It, you will find It
If you knock upon the door It will become ajar
If you pray , just believe It, that all is possible with God
a wise mother, a wise woman, a soothing comforter of Christ
full of the faith and wisdom God wants us all to have in life


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A home I Can Call my Own

My Papa died before mama born me 
And mama leave me before I could see 
In the dweeling house of the faithful. 
The people give me everything 
Nourinshing my soul by teaching me 
But I feel something is missing 
In my heart,emptiness is there 
And seeking for it is the only answer 
So I leave the place,which they call my"home" 
With the pormise in my heart 
I will keep the memories of this place 
And the only hope that I have 
Is the picture of a woman in my hand 
I didn't know the world where I stay 
Is different from the world I am walkin in 
But with my courage and faith 
I will walk this path of hardness 
Even though I will be one of the people 
Sleep in the street,felling cold and hanger 
I will carry all just for the woman in the picture 
God hear my agony during the lonely nights 
So He lead me to the house 
Where this woman in the picture stay 
I'm very happy and excited,I knock on the door 
the old woman in uniform open the door 
Ask me who I want and what I want 
So I tell her the reason and show her the picture 
And this is the woman  say: 
"Your mother come back after she elope 
With the gardener of this house,she love most 
And your gandfather accept her 
With the condition follow his order 
And that is to forget she have a daughter 
Because having you in this house is a big scandal 
For the family belong to the royal blood 
But your mother love you so much 
She tried to escape from the guard 
To look for you in the place where she left you 
But she fall in the window and died 
To avoid the guards watching her all the time 
And like the old saying"sorry always come last" 
Your grandfather died because of too much pain in the heart 
Blaming himself for the death of your mother 
But before he died he look for you 
Hoping that seeing you will ease the pain he felt 
But your grandpa didn't got a chance 
Because like your mother, he die " 
My tears dropping after hearing what she say 
Knowing I have no chance to say"mama" 
And the cemetery is the only place 
Where I could see her 
And the first word "Hi" I want to say when I see her 
Will be the start of saying good bye. 
I left the place where everyone love and care for me 
To look for the woman who give birth of me 
Hoping with her we could start a home 
A home that I can call really my own.







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Root

A long time ago, in the dark lands of the gentile pagans
The people where like giants and our twelve spies; ants!
The spies’ mission went sour and they were almost captured.
Ten managed to escape to our lovely desert camps; enraptured!
The other two made themselves scarce, to the inconvenience of a woman
 Who hid them in the roof of her house and lied to save their hides.   
By and by, our brave woman married one spy and another gentile woman
Married the other spy…oh the dreadful tides!!!
It so happened that our promiscuous spies both died, and at the same time too.
Their distraught mother (for they were brethren) decided to return home.
But the woman who had first hid them made bid to return with her
But Old Childless Mother said “turn away my daughters for thou hast seen I have 
No sons and am too old and ugly to attract a man, for surely any man attracted to
Me in this state must darn well be impotent or desperate!”
The second saw reason and turned back home to her shows for her name was Orpah Winfey.
The one who had first hid the spies refused and said (with courageous theme playing in 
The background) “intreat me not to turn aside, for wither thou goest, I will go and wither 
Thou lodgest I shall be thine squatter and where thou diest I shall be present for the wake keep!”
When she saw that her determination was deeply ruthed, Old Childless Widow sayest unto her;
“Damn, why the hell not!”
So it came to pass that Ruth came to dwell with us, the chosen people.
But she was an outright lazy pile of bones, what with all the sitting all day under palm trees
And gisting and gossiping with passersby.  Well some folk thought she was a prophet
His name was Barak Oboma, he was dark and handsome and he was our leader.
She made him start a war with the people in the East whose military was whispered 
In dark places to be to be “The Talibansers” but that is a tale for another day.
Here ends the unnecessarily protracted and adjusted story of Root: the harlot turn
 Wife turn widow turn immigrant turned prophet.


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Silence

You want to be a man or a woman of Eternal God
You must pray
To be a man or a woman of prayer
Must make silence a good friend of yours

Silence on the inside
Silence on outside
Silence you will hear the message of Eternal God or Father Christ
Will read, hear and understand with all your heart

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Emah

Six years ago you left us,
Upon this very day,
Bound for Heaven’s glory,
An angel on her way.

The life you had was full of pain,
And sorrow filled your heart,
Yet somehow still you managed,
In your children, love impart.

Strength you did not have,
And hair gone from your head,
As silently and cold,
You lie on your last bed.

We buried you in pine,
Just the way you did want,
No pageantry or splendor,
No value did you flaunt.

Mourning seemed to last forever,
For your three girls and me,
No longer to speak with you,
No more would we see.

Too soon life returned,
And the day to day was sought,
Our minds forgot your wonder,
And the joy that you wrought.

But today my mind is full,
Thoughts of you remain,
They push aside the joy,
And fill my day with pain.

If you look down from Heaven
And chance to see me cry,
Know it’s out of love for you,
Never wanting that cruel goodbye.

We will love you till the end,
Until our time to go,
Then meet you by a stream,
Where milk and honey flow.

Six years ago you left us,
Our mother and our friend,
An angel has her wings,
Until eternity’s end.


Warren Wurzburger
May 2010


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Someone Asked Me About Marriage

Someone Asked Me About Marriage…

Someone asked me about marriage, as a matter of fact…
I thought; “what kind of questions is that?”

“Let me ask a questions…  If I may?”
“Do you read what the God’s word has to say?”

Marriage is still and will always be one woman and man.
I don’t care how many laws we have in our land!

No matter if many churches and people claim; “civil rights.”
Anything different than a man and woman is NOT right!”

The first chapter of Romans makes it pretty clear…
The days of wickedness have drawn ever near!

God’s wrath revealed against all ungodly living!
Think about the garbage our country is giving!

It speaks of men and women leaving their natural affection.
Burning in lust toward one another
 with an ungodly attention!

For this cause God has given many over to a reprobate mind…
Many get involved with perversions of many kinds!

Professing themselves to be wise, many have become “fools.”
By not obeying God’s word… But their own “set of rules.”

Marriage is something designed many years ago.
It was Adam and Eve in the beginning…  This we know!

My question to you is: “Why not give God a chance?”
His truth remains the same!  Whatever the circumstance!

No court of law can change what God has established!
Everything that’s not of God is simply a lot of “rubbish.”

Jesus is coming back for a bride without “a wrinkle or a spot.”
It’s time we come clean and become
 “blood bought!”

Being the bride of Christ is the most important thing!
He is the bridegroom and eternal love he brings!

By Jim Pemberton


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Root

A long time ago, in the dark lands of the gentile pagans
The people where like giants and our twelve spies; ants!
The spies’ mission went sour and they were almost captured.
Ten managed to escape to our lovely desert camps; enraptured!
The other two made themselves scarce, to the inconvenience of a woman
 Who hid them in the roof of her house and lied to save their hides.   
By and by, our brave woman married one spy and another gentile woman
Married the other spy…oh the dreadful tides!!!
It so happened that our promiscuous spies both died, and at the same time too.
Their distraught mother (for they were brethren) decided to return home.
But the woman who had first hid them made bid to return with her
But Old Childless Mother said “turn away my daughters for thou hast seen I have 
No sons and am too old and ugly to attract a man, for surely any man attracted to
Me in this state must darn well be impotent or desperate!”
The second saw reason and turned back home to her shows for her name was Orpah Winfey.
The one who had first hid the spies refused and said (with courageous theme playing in 
The background) “intreat me not to turn aside, for wither thou goest, I will go and wither 
Thou lodgest I shall be thine squatter and where thou diest I shall be present for the wake keep!”
When she saw that her determination was deeply ruthed, Old Childless Widow sayest unto her;
“Damn, why the hell not!”
So it came to pass that Ruth came to dwell with us, the chosen people.
But she was an outright lazy pile of bones, what with all the sitting all day under palm trees
And gisting and gossiping with passersby.  Well some folk thought she was a prophet
His name was Barak Oboma, he was dark and handsome and he was our leader.
She made him start a war with the people in the East whose military was whispered 
In dark places to be to be “The Talibansers” but that is a tale for another day.
Here ends the unnecessarily protracted and adjusted story of Root: the harlot turn
 Wife turn widow turn immigrant turned prophet.


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Silly Girl

Silly girl get your mind out of the sky and your head in the books. He prefers a girl 
with brain over a girl with just looks. Silly girl pick up you pride and unravel your 
confidence. You can't always have someone to cling to you have to have some 
independence. Young lady protect your temple and show some respect. You 
keep showing off what god gave you ,you will live in your regret. Silly girl 
upcoming woman you are but a little child you have been. You have to keep up 
with your age your not ten. Silly girl of you to go against what your mother has told 
you to do. You mother is a one in a million and a one of a few. Silly daughter don't 
let that boy fill you head with nonsense. Listen to what mind is telling and lead 
with you head and not your body. Silly mother box up your past and unpack your 
future. This little girl needs a positive role model to look up to. Silly woman throw 
away your disrespect and take back your frame of mind. You can always change 
your ways but you can't change your heart. What a silly girl you were and a great 
woman your are now. I'm proud of you so keep that point of view.


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Mother Dearest

This for the my mother, the woman that went through all the agony and pain pushing me out of her womb.
Days without this woman are usually filled with gloom.
Even though sometimes we fight and bicker, just know the memories since day one will always linger.
I love you isn't words that you can just say to this wondrous person you have to feel it like a burning flame. 
Not to mention you should express that love each and every day.


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You Never Deserved Me

To the person who gave me life, nothing less, nothing more

As a child I remember being filthy and left isolated, all alone
Left at the age of seven, not knowing if you’d ever come home

Caring all alone for baby sister, while you ran endlessly all about
Feeding, bathing and taking care of her, listening to her constant shouts

Your commitment was your drugs; let’s not forget the alcohol too
Stammering in all times of the night; an addictive abusive person I 
watched you grow into

Looking back I never thought that this life was not extraordinaire
But as I matured and saw the norm; 
I realized my life was nothing but despair

Never caring for either of us, just your greedy selfish self
Shooting your heroin and drinking your booze,
Which sat upon your shelf

Taking all our money, spending it on your addictions day and night
Living off ramen noodles, our survival was an endless fight

After years of suffering from your abuse and your manipulating lies
They finally saw your negligence, taking us away ending all ties

Now we’re with our father, and his new beautiful stranger bride
Trust we cannot give to her, for all we’ve ever known has died

Time it did not take for us, to open up and see
That the new beautiful woman bound to care for us, 
Was as genuine as one could be

She opened her home and her heart and treated us as her own
She opened our eyes and broke the hard outer wall,
Never do we feel alone

She has given me more love in the past four years
Than you have your entire life-time on this earth,
It’s sad that a woman of only four years, 
was the one who taught me self-worth 

You are the woman you gave me life, 
Nothing more and nothing less
You never deserved me or my little sister
Our mom now has replaced your selfishness 

© Chelsea Leigh Stiles/Stacy Lynn Stiles

These are my daugther Chelsea's words about her biological mother. I took 
them and helped her write the poem at her request. It's very sad and the damage 
her "biological mother" has done to her and her sister is un-repairable....Chelsea 
has had to be in counseling every since we've had her and I have taught her to 
have a voice and if needed, put her thoughts down on paper.  She's absolutely 
beautiful and amazingly charismatic. She's strong and very responsible and 
dedicated...not only to our family, but to life. Both of them were "my gift from God", 
and I will cherish this gift forever.


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A Cheating Farther

My farther could not fulfill a father’s duty 
My farther could only fulfill his own pleasures 
.Women
.Sex 
.Alcohol
 
He couldn't love us the way he loved them
Coming home early hours in the morning
Mother goes silent   whenever he was around 
Wiping away her tears with her soft hands If he ever spoke 
Pretending she has something in her eye 

My farther only loved us 
Well pretended to love us 
Only when he had alcohol
All the other times 
It was those cheap women

Punching 
Kicking 
Abusing our poor mother 
In front of our innocent eyes 

He always used to say I'm going to change
The only change he did was sleeping a different women
He just couldnt live without 
It never accure to him he had a wife and children

A tender age of 6 all this was going on 
I was shocked
Ashamyed 
Embrassed 
It was like someone cast an evil eye on our family
I could'nt talk to anyone 
At home
At school
Or even a family member

I use to always wrote strorys of a farther and son having such a great bond
I always wished those story's were true.


It was like  more my dad went with other women 
The more abuse she received
The more my mother wanted to please him
My mother was a woman from India 
A women from the Asian community
If anyone found out about farther it would be bestay(shameful)

My mother never had a voice to say I’m leaving 
The voice she had was silent 
21 years they've been married 
Years of betrayal made by my farther 
Days and nights of abuse 
The family gathering lying on how much work he does
Moaning how his wife is so lazy
Moaning on how  much we annoy him
Going on and on how great he is.

He couldent bar ethe thought of us leaving 
His family name would be known for scum
But was was the use leaving him 
He was jst going to pick up move away and cheat on another woman 
This is the way I lived with a cheating farther....

Copyright (c)
Jay Singh Thapar

Jay Thapar


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Barbara

Barbara
That Woman drives me crazy
She Once was a Mother
and onto a Friend
That Woman, She drives me crazy
She taught me about life
Whats Wrong and Whats Right
I learned from her Mistakes but
That woman drives me crazy
Never Rich but Not Poor
She Occasionally swore
That woman, She drives me crazy
Behind that I seen her Frown
She Always came Running,, If I hit the Ground
but That Woman, She drives me crazy
Full of Confidence and Self- Respect
Her Pride as tall as can be
She gave me my Wings and told me to Fly
but that Woman, She drives me crazy
I Love You Ma.


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"My Mother" my Queen

You carried me for over nine months
You sheltered me and clothed me to the best way you could
You gave me love and taught me right from wrong
You tried to guide me in the right direction
You always stood behind me when I was in the wrong and caused nothing but 
heartache and pain
I regret putting you through what I have in the past
I have grown up and realized my mistakes which I have learned from
I look at you and appreciate what God has blessed me with
I was given a Queen that is beautiful,strong woman and has a heart of gold
a woman that deserves reconigition and shines in her own way
Although there's distance between us you're thought of and loved everyday
You should never doubt the way I feel
You're the Queen of my heart
I would never trade you..lend you and never forget you
Being a mother is a lifetime of giving love and care
Sometimes it seems like you don't know who I am but I'm just like you
I keep this inside because I am strong and it's close to my heart
I'm your baby girl but I'm going to make you proud because that is the gift I'm 
giving you
A mother is a lifetime of hardwork..dedication..and an everlasting love
Thankyou for being and having a heart that is so strong
I have been blessed in so many ways
In my eyes you're a rose that never dies and a friend for life
I Love You Mom


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Strong Woman

I'm the one you'll never understand,why can't you be real,why can't you be 
honest and up front why must I be the woman that you want to screw,why can't I 
be the woman that you want to have in your life,forever. when you see me you see 
a positive strong woman one who won't take crap from any, who step to me,but 
when you see me, you feel threatened by my looks, my seriousness makes you 
scared to talk with me ,but yet I'm perfect in your  bed.


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GOD'S GIFT TO THE WORLD

A woman is God’s gift to the world:
Her beauty is in her eyes;
Which is the door to the heart where true love resides.
A woman holds so much emotions inside.
Her tears release her pain and anguish when she cries.
She gives strength to life;
As a mother and a wife.
Despite of caring for family, illness, and fatigue she never quits.
With a open mind and a conscious heart a woman is well equipped.
God gives her sensitivity to love so unconditionally.
Even when others hurt her so deeply.
She even endures all her husband’s faults.
Through life she teaches and encourages her children to walk.
Her beauty is not in the style of her hair or in the clothes she wears.
It is in the tears that she cries because God gives her the gift to care.  


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Trust Me Mom

My mind was poisoned with lies about me and mothers past
A portrayal of a woman who abused her young daughter steadfast 
Animosity and pain I felt as I listened to their agonizing deceit
Of a mother who misused her child, allowing her actions to repeat

The vulgar names they said she called me, at the age of two or three
Made me stop and wonder why in hell she ever wanted to have me?
I believe the Lord did speak to me telling me to defend my mother’s grace
And as I began questioning them, not even one could look me in the face

I cannot recall the horrible things you say and yes, I realize I was young
But what I recollect is her amazing strength and beautiful songs she sung
Songs my mother sang to me as she gently laid me down to sleep
Her soft soothing voice called out to me as she prayed for the Lord to keep

Looking back upon my past, my memories of my mother’s an endless list
Never can I recall the poisonous lies of a mother’s love which did not exist
How could I allow them to feed me vile lies which pierced me like a knife?
My loyalty should have remained with my mother; the woman who gave me life

A sweet soothing voice and gentle kisses is all that comes to my mind
Remembering a love for her daughter; being patient, caring and kind
I cast out the lies fed to me; remembering all the sacrifices she did make
Never taking her for granted again, guilt ridden by my many mistakes

Please forgive me mother, for I was manipulated into a devious scheme
My love for you is unexplainable and the lies fed were only a bad dream
I promise never to doubt you again for your approval and love is all I seek
Trust me again with all of your heart; the only wish your daughter bespeaks

© Stacy Lynn Stiles 


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death of a little bird

outside the picture window
which provided pleasure to the
aging couple
whose days of raising their own 
children
were long gone in the past,
a mother blue jay had two babies &
the couple watched the whole thing
emerge,
for the nest had been built
in the lilac tree
which had been planted years ago
right beneath the window.

one day, the red squirrel, 
whom the family dog had been
chasing for such a long time,
the two had become something of
a morning novelty,
had climbed up the tree &
killed one of the babies while
its mother wasn’t home.

when the couple discovered that the
baby had been killed,
as some remnants were left which could
be seen from the window,
they were quite distraught to say the least
&
the death of the little bird kept them up
late at night for the next few nights.

while the old woman pleaded with “god,”
proclaiming “why! why! why!” when 
she got up in the middle of the night,
as if one of her own children had died,
the old man told her that it had been 
evolution which dealt with the matter---
mother bird had not built the nest 
high enough, and so the red squirrel 
had been able to get at the new babies.

the old woman pleaded with her husband,
saying that red squirrels didn’t even eat meat!
&
the old man said that they did,
she just hadn’t seen them, or perhaps the
squirrel just never got so lucky---
“they got to get their protein somewhere,”
he said, 
then she went on saying that the squirrel 
could get that from nuts &
so it went on & on.

after a few days went by
the large rat traps in the garage coupled with
the large wads of peanut butter used by the 
old man
to lure in the squirrel,
did in fact succeed in killing it &
the old woman then felt justified. 

‘“god” wanted him dead,” she said &
the old man, carrying the trap with the squirrel’s
neck broken & bloody, ready to hurl the whole
thing in the woods remarked with a smile,
“no---
evolution dealt with the matter.”



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Strength Of The Woman

A woman of strength, passion and faith…


             Lord knows you've sacrifice, I just wonder how you’ve coped?

             So many things you carry on your shoulders and heart.

             When the times got too rough and the days felt too long,

              You always remember to look to God up above.

               In Him you found the courage to go on.

               You are full of compassion, love and faith.

               Looking at the past, many battles you have fought. 

               You have stood on your own… for way too long

               I’m here by your side now, you’ve been granted a break
 
               I'll be there to pick you up, if ever you should stumble

               A woman of strength, passion and faith…

               I appreciate and love you more than you see.
 
               If it wasn't for you, mother, I wouldn't have seen

                                                


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Supersede

she was of gypsy descent 
life's' hard lessons learn t- 

my grandmother warned 
as I was growing up, 

she said only two duties 
a man was concerned of 

getting it up, and shooting 
satisfying themselves their 
primal duty... 

too many unhappy woman 
unfulfilled, restless 

she demonstrated independence 
the importance of emancipation 

if I was not careful, I too could fall 
victim, a mans possession 

"keep a bob in your pocket... 
and stay out of trouble", 

"whatever you do, don't get 
pregnant, 

men, they are trouble... 
keep the bone, and the dog 
will follow, 

born with a third eye 
for a woman's' love I sought, 
a man for me seemed defeatist 
...wrong...for me this just wouldn't
work... 

armed with this- knowledge 
most women thought?...but got
caught up in this happy ever after
an illusion of sorts... 

with my grandmothers' advice 

I celebrate my wonderful life, 
with the love of a woman 
at my side 

my grandmothers' approve 
throughout the ages 
a woman's' needs overdue 

a woman's' love truth 
no longer masquerader 
falsely paraded 

for a man cannot truly deliver 
a woman's love, true love 
supersedes 

I celebrate graciously...

...at the end of the day
it is a choice...I was tired
a witness to too many
women betrayed...

...I understand all of man
is not like this...it is better
to decide...than a become
another love statistic...

I agree my grandmothers'
advice supersedes...
 


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Strength of a Woman( Revised)

                   A woman of strength, courage and faith…

Lord knows you've sacrifice, and you did that with grace 
   
Looking at the past, many battles you have braved. 

 So many memories… yet you still carry on.
       
 When the times get too rough and the days feel too long…  always remember…
              
                 You look up to God                                     

For in Him you found the courage to always move on.
 
      You are full of compassion, love and faith.

You have stood on your own… for way too long
 
I’m here by your side now, You have earned your break.
            
I'll be there for you, please give a call.

 A woman of strength, courage and faith…          
 
     I appreciate and love you more than you see.
   
     If it wasn't for you, mother, I wouldn't have seen.
 


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An Amazing Woman

Gentle, yet hardened appendages reach out from her being
As eyes, that have seen many years, look piercingly about
My mother, she greets me as she has always, like her baby
With a smile and with love, her voice then gives to shout

Happiness is felt when her presence is acknowledged
This woman of many years offers love through her ways
She personifies virtue, for her honesty’s never diminished
She is caring and loving as her generosity’s displayed

My mother, a woman of whit, of words and of honor
She taught that dignity is the prize for which to strive
She means more today, though I’m a man of my forties
As I’m still then her baby and will be forever, in her eyes


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A Mother's Love

Your gentle touch, your kindness and care
Has made me the woman whom I am today
Unconditional love, beauty and charm
My mother, my best friend though near or far

Strong and committed and full of Heavenly bliss
This beautiful woman will make your heart miss
She has a demeanor like none I’ve ever known
With this beautiful woman, you will never feel alone

Passion and pride, honor and grace
My mother, my best friend I will forever embrace
Her guidance and faithfulness is something to bestow
For this beautiful woman will set your heart a glow

I love you mom, forever and endlessly
And I thank you for your patience, your guidance
And your never ending pleasantries

When I look at you in depth, all I see is me
For the woman you are, that woman is thee
How proud I am to call you my “mom”
My mother, my best friend, always to you my heart belongs

© Stacy Lynn Stiles


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An Old Woman

Once upon a time there was an old woman
A really old woman I knew well
She had a daughter who was also an old woman
But the oldest only time could tell.

When they were together, whenever, whenever,
The youngest would always say...
You're sure an old woman, an old old woman
Then the eldest would always say...

Now listen here you, you old old woman,
I've lived a many a year,
I've earned my gray hairs, my battle stripes of life
You're catching up, you old woman, ya hear?

The two old women were as close as sisters,
Just as close as any two could be,
The oldest woman is my mother...
And the youngest one is me!


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I Love You

We talk and talk,
pour our hearts out over and over again,
after holding in all I’ve always felt for so long,
we try to ignore what this has all come too.
I told you I’ll never forget the moment my world fell apart,
the night everything would change,
when we would part all together into two families,
the picture of you alone on the couch with that look on your face,
will be forever embedded in my mind.
hearing you cry, talking it out, that night will never die.
We will never stop crying these tears of our past,
we will never forget on where we've been, it always seems to last.
How we thought being together would always last,
but that’s just a memory of our cold past.
I thought I would never get over this fate, of what our lives are now.
But years pass by, and the pain in my heart, the hate in my mind
surely but slowly fades,
I know you never meant to hurt us,
you never saw this coming, that we would just fall apart like this.
After tonight, I see how much I truly miss these nights.
where we would talk for hours, pouring our heart, letting our emotions run wild,
with tears falling from our eyes after being so strong.
I know after all its all said and done,
I know I’m going to be okay, I always have because I have this strength inside.
It took me awhile to stop the pain from controlling my life,
pulled everything out of me and started to get determined about living my life.
You will always be a part of me,
I look in the mirror and I see you as a part of me.
The woman I am today is the woman you are today.
These lessons always come with a price,
a price sometimes is just so much to take.
We always struggle through the rain,
but we realize the sun will eventually shine,
and will turn into something beautiful.
But no matter what, I’ve seen enough and I’ve learnt so much.
I will never forget where I've been, 
and thank you for everything you've ever done.
because in the end you could hurt me time after time,
and I would have only one thing to say to you,
I love you mom and dad.


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Sherri

The woman that took me under her wing
This woman gave me everything

She gave me hope
Which was the only thing that kept me afloat

She gave me courage I never had
It kind of makes me sad
This woman most of all gave me love and understanding

No matter what went wrong she was right by my side
Even if she couldn't help she made a point to try

I want this woman to know how I feel
I want this woman to know I am for real

She is my mind and my soul
This woman is my Aunt Sherri


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"A Woman Eyes " by Joseph Goodwill

If you take a moment to look deep inside a woman's eyes you can see the 
window to her soul. You can see her joy and her pain; her hopes and her 
dreams.  She may never say a word but her eyes can tell a whole story.  I know 
because I have had the pleasure to know many beautiful and wonderful women 
in my life.  But 6 women changed my life along with Christ.  They were my 
mother, my grandmother, my two aunts, my cousin's wife, and my beautiful wife.  
When I look into their eyes I saw where I came from, where I am now and where I 
am headed.  The man I have become I owe to God.  The way I treat a woman I 
owe to my mother.  A woman is a daughter, a sister, a mother, a wife, and that is 
just for starters.  You can find her at church, you can find her in the community, 
you can find her being a nurse to a child's wounds, and you can find her being a 
rock to her husband when the world is knocking him down.  And after all of that 
she is still a woman in every sense of the word.  I know man is the head of the 
house and God is its foundation but a woman is its CEO;  Chief Everything 
Officer.  My mother is no longer here on earth with me but if I want to see what 
she stood for all I have to do is look into a woman's eyes.  I don't only want to say 
thank you to the women who changed my life but thank you to all women for with 
God and you everything is possible.


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Sittin' At A Green Light

I honked at an old woman sittin’ at a green light
She was sittin’ at a green light, you see.
After I honked a few more times
She looked in her mirror at me.

Just sittin’ at that green light, what was she thinkin’?
But I guess that’s the elderly for you
What shade of green was she waitin’ for?
So I did what others would do.

I was impatient, I was running thin
‘Bout the old woman who was sittin’ there
The light just might turn yellow again
Just go. Go anywhere!

That old woman that was sittin’ at that green light
Was a woman just like no other
The only one who would sit to annoy me
Who else could it be but my mother?


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Growing Strong

At one point in time she was a loving wife
I'm sure she has been through every aspect of life
There is no doubt her divorce caused her strife
But she is still strong.....

When nights pass by and she's still alone with tear-filled eyes
All she has to do is look for her children; those are her golden prizes
Nothing can ruin her feeling of joy, not even silly lies
She remains to be strong......

A hundred hours a week dedicated to her job, her passion to help
She finds satisfaction in healing other's wounds, that's how she has always felt
A heart that remains strong and caring no matter what cards life dealt
She struggles but remains strong.....

This is also the woman who holds me when I fall flat on my face
Her words of encouragement telling me to take life pace by pace
Life isn't easy, she tells me and "That's just not the case!"
She teaches me to be strong.....

One day I know my mother will no longer be here for me
But I hope to make her proud by being half as strong as she
I want to be a woman like her, that's what I truly want to be
So she taught me to be strong...... 

 


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From Mother to Child

Truer words have never been spoken
As in the story I have to tell.
Of a woman’s nine month journey
And her emotional trip through hell.

Now this woman was in shock, of course
When she found out she was with child.
This state of shock, to say the least,
Was anything but mild.

For this woman, herself, was a child
At the age of only eighteen.
With termination out of her head
What she must do was eventually seen.

She knew she couldn’t support a baby
Out there on her own.
Even though her family promised
That she would never be alone.

And so the woman’s search began
Then she came to her final option.
Knowing it was for the best,
She decided on adoption.

She knew it would be difficult
To be so far apart.
Away from something that she loved
And would always miss in her heart.


With emotions running mad
She somehow found a friend.
At Mother Goose Adoptions
Her troubles would soon end.

For it was there that she met Dawn
The woman sent to her aid.
When Dawn told her how things worked
Her troubles began to fade.

Dawn reassured the woman
That the couple would be the best.
Because it was the woman’s job
To choose a couple better than the rest.

So she began to look through profiles
Then she stumbled across a pair.
From down within the Southern states
Who were full of love and care.

The woman knew they were the ones
Within the blink of an eye.
Yet for some odd reason 
She still wanted to cry.

For she knew deep down inside
This was something she’d never forget.
Because the thought still picked at her
If this was something she might regret.

Though she had her reasons
Some more obvious than a few
She knew this was something that must happen
For the benefit of you.

Your happiness and well-being
Are all that this was for.
Though it was for the better
The woman’s heart, this tore.

I pray that you are smart enough
To see what you must see.
For if you haven’t guessed by now
The woman is none other than me.

I wish I could express in words
Just what I’d like to say.
I wanted you to know the truth
And this was the best way.

Remember that I do love you
And that I’ll always care.
And if you ever need something
I’ll drop everything just to be there.

This story is not over
Though this poem will now end.
For as you sit here reading this
All my love I do send.





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A Woman

		Every little girl will one day grow up to be a woman, 
However age does not make a little girl a women. Because not all women know 
how to be a woman.
		A woman knows her sacrifices, and most of all herself 
worth. She knows she holds the want, and need of every man. She knows what 
that man would do to gain what she has.
		A woman doesn't give her all with ease, she knows her 
costs. She's the protector, the provider of her children, and anyone else under 
her wing. The care taker, she stands strong long after he leaves. Struggle heart 
ache, unbarring pain.
		A woman stands strong through all her battles, she 
knows her tears doesn't make her weak, but add to her strength.
		A woman knows you only place your hands on her with 
the gentlest touch, she knows she is not there for you to torture, mistreat, or 
abuse.
		A woman knows is not your woman, but her own woman 
allowing you the privilege to be with her. She also know how to take that privilege 
away, she knows, and demands her respect. She respects herself.
		A woman knows she is not to be mistreated, never willing 
led a stray. She also knows that if you don't have anything to add to her life your 
no good her. She not going allow you to take away.
		A woman knows the preciousness of her body,  she not 
going to allow you to devour her temple without charge. She knows the difference 
between selling your body , and getting what you need.
		A woman knows not only her age makes her a woman. 
Only a true woman knows how to be a woman.


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AND YOU ARE?

I'm a bold black woman and I'm as sexy as can be . I am one that will reach her 
destiny; because I'm connected to the tree.

I'm a child of the most high God. I will beat the odds. Highs and lows, they should 
come but I will overcome.

And You Are? The beautiful black woman, cute as can be.A woman that can 
scream and shout. A woman that can spread her love all about.

And You Are? A beautiful black women. Phenomenally made. How can anyone 
touch this spade?My beauty is inside out; and yes, this what Im all about.

And yes this what I'm all about. A beautiful black woman can't you see? I was 
created to succeed, because I'm connected to the tree.

Beautiful I will be; beautiful, black woman for all to see. You are a woman, I am a 
woman. This thing is beyond race, so let's set the pace.

And You  Are?

A beautiful black woman with purpose and destiny

And You Are?

  



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Where"s Mom

Where's the woman who gave me life
who married Dad and became his wife
Where's the woman who taught me to care
and learn of life and what is fair
Where's the woman who's loving and forgiving
the one who taught us to work hard for a living
The years have taken her away and left this stranger here today