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Mother's Crown of Pink

My mother’s hair hung thick and to her waist.
But seldom did she wear it in that way,
for always in a bun she had it placed
til it was loosed and on her pillow lay.

She sometimes tells me how I'd kidded her.
When I was small, I said, “Your hair is pink!”
From how she tells this story, I infer
I must have caused her tender heart to sink.

She aged, yet grey was sparse upon her head.
We said, “An older woman cuts her hair.”
Mom acquiesced and lost those locks rare red
she’d humbly worn for years when young and fair.

She’s nearly eighty now, bobbed hair turned brown,
And how I miss her once “pink” glory crown.

By Andrea Dietrich


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The Scent of Water

In the Christmas Freeze of 1983
Mama thought she lost her Oleander tree
Some called it a “bush,” but at 14 feet tall
Its shadow cast wide on her home’s southern wall

How she mourned the loss of this beloved plant
She begged the Lord for any blessing He’d grant
The freeze ended soon, though her tree appeared dead
The scent of water each day clung to its bed

On January twenty-fourth, the call came
Dad said mom entered God’s heavenly domain
A neighbor had found her, lying in the yard
Next to remnants of a plant she’d not discard

In May a miracle appeared to occur
The strong plant revived, as if waiting for her



*True occurrence based on my mother’s death, January 24, 1984.
Poem written July 12, 2014


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My Mother Dear

She brought me into this world with her love,
One of the precious gifts from up above,
From her womb ‘til I stand on my own feet,
She did everything for my benefit.

She was my first teacher and she was stern,
For her, in life I have so much to learn,
Sometimes, with her great love I’m also hurt,
She is not perfect, but she wants the best.

I salute her for being a martyr ,
Serving her family who is so dear,
She is my sunshine during stormy day,
My guidance and strength when I lost my way.

I’m so lucky that she is my mother
I am of what I am because of her.

May 14, 2013 5.30 pm



Note:
A dedication to my loving mom. That's really her. Ever since, she works so hard for the family as a dressmaker. She'd sacrificed a lot for us especially when we were  young( my 2 brothers and I)  because according to her and my dad, we were so sickly especially when we were still babies ;))).I love her so much and I'm so proud of her. HAPPY HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!

Second Place
Contest: Mother and precious poems
Judged: 5/16/13
Sponsor: My loving sis & greatest poet, PD


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The Fairies of Motherhood

I bet you didn’t know about the fairies
assigned to all the infants that are born.
At night beside her precious charge each tarries
while softly crooning lullabies till morn.

An extra special fairy will be sent
to first-time mothers of a girl or boy, 
for when the harried fretting mom is spent,
she only has to look upon her joy.

As magic dust releases from above,
the mother sighs and holds her baby near.
Then particles illuminate the love
of one who coos while cradling her dear.

As fairies go, there simply is no other
as blessed as she who serves the child and mother.


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Shall I Compare Thee to Your Mother's Arse

Shall I compare thee to your mother's arse?
Thou aren’t more lovely, but more flatulent.
Rough winds do shake it; and bring on a farce
And all her clothes hath all too short a rent

Sometime too hot-headed of hell doth burn,
And often is the true nature exposed;
And every foul from fowl; my stomach churns,
By reason, or by nature's raging closed.

But thy infernal diet shall ne’er start
Nor gain possession of which now I grasp;
Nor shall we meet again; let’s stay apart,
When in eternal sounds the voice does rasp,
So long as men can breathe or eyes can cry,
So long lives this, and I bid thee goodbye.


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Gratitude

The pool grows green through the leaf cover.
Large pears hang upon ancient tree.
Mocking Bird sings chanting to his lover;
As the dew sparkles, like water in the sea.

Crepe Myrtle has turned red how time has passed.
Moma admired some trees said they were pretty.
Daddy dug up  a few runners, oh! memories from past.
In most things, think of daddy how witty__

Daddy brought (them) here to brighten moma's life
To give her something pretty to enjoy.
Today I enjoy them, this is reallife.
Now as I look at them they are my buoy

Clouds are coming in hiding the sun rays
But their light and life brightens my days_

For Nancy's contest;

Contest name: Gratitude


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Nikan

Inspired by;  Constance La France’s Native American Portrait 


Nikan is a man who once stood proud and true all across this land
in symbiotic relation with nature endowed by the great creators hand
passed onto him by his ancestors to never take more than his fair share
and always be kind to this land for it’s the Mother to all whom she shall bare

When times are lean we all will grow thin together for together we are one
with one voice to sing in harmony for bountiful harvest to our Father the Sun
and give him thanks and praise for warming and making fertile our Mother
who blessed new life into the birthing seasons for every Sister and Brother

Great spirit hear my song of hope that I sing for my people who will cry
we are mighty on the earth give us protection or your children they will die
and our people’s blood will flow upon our Mother like deep rivers of raging red
O’ Father I can see no solution will you spare us from the white mans dread 


I could never make claim to imagine this great man’s woeful sorry or despair
Nikan's song is a lonely tune played for the spirit of his people upon the air.


Nikan traslation from the Potawatomi "MY Friend"

Baamaapii Nikan.......until we meet again my friend


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Mother Earth

Billions of journeys round a fiery eye
This watery celestial traveler made.
Untiring, spiraling route through the sky
Always returned from yearly crusades.
She carried her children on top her back
And nurtured their needs until they have grown.
Some may have suffered; those may have cracked
But never through any fault of her own.
Forever and always maternally
This wondrous, aging beauty shall remain
Our source of life atmospherically.
Through time and space her dimensions attained
Despite her journeys she managed to bring
Her gifts: summer, autumn, winter and spring.


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The Benchwarmer


Sweet mother loves sitting on a bench,
the spray painted seat she only knew!
By the sea, she oft let her spirits clench 
to the lore of love where I once grew.

She watches seagulls dive for a quench,
as waves predispose to catch her view;
sweet mother loves sitting on a bench,
the spray painted seat she only knew!

O, look how she put the sun to blench,
giving her the sea in note less mew,
which let a startling night, to unscrew
stars to dance, anew, that in elench
sweet mother loves sitting on a bench,
the spray painted seat she only knew!


- inspired by Brian Strand's A Rondel Poetry Contest


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A Grandmother's Prayer

           A GRANDMOTHER'S PRAYER
I'll pray you strength, to face each coming day
when things aren't going as right as they could,
to tear down walls, when walls get in the way
of knowing life is going as it should;

I'll pray you light, so your dear heart can see
all through your life, your journey's not alone,
and so the night's not dark as it could be
in troubled times, as every life has known;

I'll pray you love, so love will take your hand,
so you can feel love is the plan for you,
and when it's done, your heart will understand
just what it means to love one, as I do.

I'll pray you have the wisdom God can give
and all His love, as long as you shall live.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet


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LITTLE DOLL WITH CURLY HAIR

Little doll with curly hair, how did God
Make you so fair? With big eyes color sky
And with skin as rose as a healthy child...
Fall asleep as you hear my sweetest lullaby!
The radiant moon has come into your dreams,
What can she offer you: if not moonbeams? 
And as you breathe, you resemble a cherub
That Rafael imagined to be you in that crib
When happy angels gathered and whispered,
" Little doll, gently lay on your golden head."
This nursery rhyme you will learn in time,
And sing it to yourself when church bells chime.

You'll long for a hand to caress your cheeks...
feeling its warmth while you will float on dreams.    


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Mom

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


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A Mother's Face

A mother’s face you rarely touch and kiss
You go on with life without retrospect
Mother waits longer but with finesse
Many flowers withered from willful neglect

A short respite giving fresh breath inside her womb
Empowering new life without remorse
Her presence helped you strive with aplomb
With your mother, you’ll be on the right course

Such a lovely face you cannot assess
A portrait to paint with high pixels of respect
Her smile that relieves all your stress
Today is Mother’s Day and try to recollect

Now her face wrinkled but beyond compare
Like heavenly bodies with unique flare


12 May 2013


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Lost time

I was just a child of four with not much to say
But I enjoyed the times I went next door to stay
You were so sick in bed and didn't feel quite well
But you were strong and played with me so I could never tell

You body was full of cancer you were very ill
But whenever I saw you, you'd smile and I'd sit still
I'd climb next to you on your bed, I wouldn't wiggle
I saw the sparkle in your eyes and sometimes we would giggle

I'd love to sit and dress up in your necklaces and hats
Pretend I was a princess while you would just lay back
I was too young to know how sick you really were
You never ever let on, you let me play, a lot was just a blur

As I grew I was told you loved the time we shared
I wish that you were never sick and knew how much I cared.


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To hear you again

Set child, listen to your elder's story                                                                          often as you can for we are but men                                                                               A time to live a time to die sorely                                                                                   in life to always do good, my friend:                                                                      Written books are ink and pen, by a hand                                                                       So harken more to do the good, when told                                                                 Living letters never to hold again                                                                                   is far better to hear a voice of old:                                                                                for prose can write anything to get their way                                                                  living histories of the feelings told                                                                                     are fading, grows from youth to old but stay;                                                                  before you pass a place you can not go                                                                          To heed my grandmother's words, I said no                                                                      always to do good I fail but I know


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Maybe I'm amazed

Maybe I'm Amazed

When I talk to you I often wonder
How you devoted your entire life
To me, I'm just a blunder
But you were Mother and wife.

Seven to feed and care for
Plus a man whom needed care 
Dug deep always more
Reading,prayers forever there.

Educated and refined
Unknown by most, 
Only with us you'd unwind
Kept your cards close.

Only those she raised 
Know the sacrifices she gave.


Jennifer Marie Oliver
2/10/12


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Mother

Mother
Oh Mother, why have you left me on the shores of lonesomeness?
Without you, I amount to nothing.
I miss you, and I miss your bosom’s tenderness.
You protected, you fed, and you were my closest peer.
When I became ill, you healed.
When I crumbled in hopelessness, you stood behind as firm backbone,
For strong you are and steady; I lingered within your fortress, behind your shield.
Forever protective; as a watchful knight that has been sworn.
Seldom, I am strong, without your wholesome feminism.
Oh Mother, I dearly miss your divine presence.
Love you; I do, with undoubted truism.
My heart, you comfort; forever, I feel your essence.
You complete me in every way.
Regardless of age, in your warmth I stay. 


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A Contraceptive Pill

Afore falling in his arms they advice to think twice
Unregretful I act beyond my surprise
It’s the grip of a force, a force here to claim
Compelling, like a moth drawn to the flame

Every night encloses the heat of flaming souls
But sun kissed morning plays a wicked role
To my realization it brings an obvious question
What next to prevent conception?

Like always, I pop in a pill to save the bill
My guy admires the worth of a contraceptive pill
It causes side-effects. Ah! How would he know?
He enjoys the freedom of reckless show

Nevertheless, I look at kids and admire their innocence
Wish the pill could kill within me my maternal pretence!


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A Sonnet For My Granny

      A SONNET FOR MY GRANNY
My northern star
To the stars you belong
You were the brightest of all stars
The fairest of all
Your illumination would have quench
The burning furnace

My precious sapphire
The jewel in the heart
Of Ibesikpo Asutan
The one whose glance
Cools the hottest fire
I wish i were the sun, shinning at you
I wish I were the moon looking back at you


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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


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College Years

Luzerne County Community College
I further my education right there
Being there really increased my knowledge
W-S-F-X was on the air

I was the promotion director there
and I hosted Campus Talk a few times
Associate’s Decree without despair
and having a family more than dimes

back in High School college wasn’t in mind
Working out at sea college wasn’t bad
college did get me ready for the grind
and for a moment my mother was glad

but most of all I learn more poetry
and my writing makes me feel truly free




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Mother's Unfailing Love


Our rising worship! Oh, perfect love of Mother and Child

is understood by adoring eyes. Eager hearts pray, 

from the eternal breath of babe. Lifted high, strong yet mild,

He foretells of forgiveness and whispers agape.

Upon Mary's chest, lie His heavenly dreams -

a love of no measure born unto a Virgin

and sins evermore are assuredly redeemed

as God's blessed Mother cradles creation.

Her womb brought forth Light, the Savior of man.

Her gentle touch nurtured God's only Son.

The sacrifice, His blood shed to quench a dry land.

Prophecy fulfilled, so no soul shall be shunned.

Inspire us precious babe upon Mary's chest.

Mother's unfailing love gives comfort and rest.




*Inspired by Anguissola's Virgin and Child. 





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Catch Me If You Can French Sonnet

<               enticing to eyes watching mama's pink roses bloom
                 fourty years later someone else now cares for them
                 fresh cut daily and seen in her arms their long stems
                 tears streaming down face I sit under swollen moon
                 waiting watching for sun to come up again soon
                 to catch one more glimsp of mama's planted old gems
                 unfurling petals before been chopped or condemned
                 think I'll ask if can take one for my dining room

                 aroma bursting amidst thy supper's table
                 bowed heads we come and thank our Heavenly father
                 somebody still cared though sick and times unable
                 and answers it's door for which one has come bothered
                 to let bask in roses empowering fable
                 and not to be called as it's one's roses robber



French Sonnet is a poem with rhyme scheme
Of ABBAABBA and CDCDCD
Or ABBAABBA and CDECDE
Syllable count is 12 syllable per line.


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A Stone in the Cold

Once a marksman was in the woods to hunt He met a snipe as he was on his way Snipe said “don’t hunt my kids if you confront As they have gone in the forest to play”. "Alright, But how shall I know they’re your kids? Tell me something about what they look like?" "Oh, Marksman, they’re the most beautiful kids!" Nodding not to shoot them, went on his hike. On return, a string of young snipes he held The snipe crying looking at her kids dead. "Oh, why didn’t you shoot me in my kids’ stead?" "I’ve shot the ugly I could find instead." The snipe said “Woe to me, don't you know” fool” Moms think their children the most beautiful”.
+++ March 12, 2014 Dr.Ram Mehta Form: Sonnet Third Place Win Contest:Hunt for a Sonnet Gems & Seven Stones in the Crown by Debbie Guzzi PS: I had entered this poem on 3/4/14 but I was giving final once over to the poem, I don't know somewhere I clicked and the whole page went blank. So I have reposted it again


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Bless it be Thee!

May 27, 2010

Bless it be Thee!

Bless it be Thee!
Truly, I love you.
My whole my new.
My heart your key!

Loose lips and free.
Realistically, I knew!
You are far and few.
I can justly let it be.

You know, it is Gemini’s Full Moon tonight,
The Universe is waking up figuring us all out.
Point me out as a random beam of Moonlight,
I am engulfing and enriching charts in route.

Swiftly suited, I stand in my place!
Bless it be it to Thee! A closed case!

®Registered: Ann Rich 2010


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Oh mum don't kill me

oh mum, don't kill me if you can't afford dowry.
oh mum,don't kill me if you want a boy to birth,
oh mum, throw me alive to live on this earth,
oh mum, don't dig a hole to hide me as indian myth;
oh mum, just educate me then never feel sorry.
i shall serve you as a servant don't feel pain my living,
please ask my brother if he can protect me if dare having.
I can walk on thorns to keep you happy don't cage my 
worry,
why is Indian culture don't believe that I am also human?
why is security matter for me as a man is nudity fan?
don't afraid from gangs they are coward can't face a girl,
they can't love to daughter and sisters, looking beauty 
pearl,
they kill girls, demanding dowry, live in a cultural 
whoolpearl,
when women 'll be free in india that's facing degrading 
curl.


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Brave like you

 I find myself not , eating, thinking, and sleeping
Sometimes , not doing things right in my life
The many obstacles , Im going threw
Just to reach one goal
The many blocks, I walk
Day or Night

Sometimes confuse on time
Wishing it was a dream
The moment , I heard 
You went to sleep
All, I keep saying is 
Who , understood me like you
For the many reasons 
I love you

I appreciated everything, you did
From the braveness, you gave my soul
The gentleness, in your words
For each teardrop, you wiped off my face
Now, my teardrops seem to reach the ground
While , I look in (Heaven)
Praying your looking down

Showering this fear off my skin
Feel my feet
They're so weak
But , for you 

I get on my knees
Singing and crying, to God
That my angel is you
So , I can whisper in your ear
Mama, make me brave
Brave like you

June 8th 2012


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AFRICA

In the kingdom of the Waters
She sits enthroned on its womb
Flanked by the silver facet Atlantic-Indiana
As the barking tides wrestle her marble feet

In the court of the Tropics
She is robed in green foliage of ancient savannah
Adorned with pearls of arid sands,
With ivory mountain and cincture of rift

In the mythic boarder of the Equator
She rests at the footstool of the fierce sun
Comforted by cloud’s tears
And caressed by solemn winds

In the royal neighborhood of Continents
She locks horn with Europe
In the witness of Asia
And her offspring Madagascar 


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Letters

Letters

You left me a baby barely out of my crib;
Weakened without you, now stronger at last;
Black hole in mum’s chest, Adam took his rib;
It’s too late now, the iron has rust;
And to you Mother, my greatest woman on Earth;
In youth and all ambition you put your plans to yield;
I am a man now, still and always your son from birth;
I will always remember my promise to build;
To my love, my lily, my beauty, I see you;
Couple with me, let the cycle start again;
Through our youth and middle age I will love you;
So in death we shall feel no pain;
My whole life in a note but more;
With the three souls that made my core.

 




 


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AT LAST IN LOVE AT SEA (Sonnet)

Our qualms doth not live aloft our dreams to confer 
Upon heavenly horizons where every soul shall dwell

Twas meant to turneth thy sight away from a lovers stare
Should sunshine always show, should seas forever break swell

Thou and thou maketh one long vow bound before holy eyes
As fate end lives to lure in new casts God maketh so endears

Why hath ye been sojourned in secrecy of where thine truest treasure lies
When in that divine next place, you will sigh at thine sight of no fears

Mustn't time only tell tales lived on by unvanquished surrenderers
Sailing cordially lost with us, addled no more but paddled on pent in pain 

Or herein reap rewards wrought upon death’s frozen oar bearers
Shores to shores, we promised ourselves cradles to returneth once again

Thus as adventure unfolds amongst ocean graves hushed we see
Where perpetual peace reigneth forever we are at last in love at sea


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Mother Wisdom

“If a child's mother be wisdom, his Father is  pleased!”

The word of wisdom is mother as love,

If child’s mother is found in wisdom’s  words,

Mother speaks wisdom from Father above,

Lively mother exalts in life’s word surge.

As child partakes in milk of it’s mother,

His exhale wisdom of her, shall promote,

He bonds with her, she shan’t ever smother,

She shall correct  errors of foolish quotes.

`O hear the words of precept, "Agape",

“Enter into pathway of narrow strait,

Manifest wisdom, concept Love’s copy.”

Concept the precept, the Immaculate, 

Ponder a pathway for beautiful feet,

Deny strives of boils in festers of seethe!”  

For contest: Mother
In Honor of: Constance La France 
By john moses freeman


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The Real Monsters

double Chaney Lugosi and Karloff
those four are the most known monsters all time
and each monster they portrayed had spinoff
I grew up with those monsters on prime time

my mother saw them in the theatres
I saw them years later on the tv
the Cheneys’ monsters hasn’t been better
today the classic monsters hard to see

those monsters like poetry my fine wine
my mother enjoyed Dracula the most
Abbott and Costello met Frankenstein
all the monsters today are way to gross

Lon didn’t want his son to follow him
the wolfman out lived his father’s phantom



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THE VIRGIN AND CHILD

Blesséd cheek worships Holy cheek, the Son
 
is adored with a tender touch, a gentle gaze,

the Madonna, as all mothers, left undone

by life's greatest gift, every sacred phase. 

How soft His suckle, how hallowed His cries,

those first words astounded, lightened her heart,

within His warm eyes she watched the sun rise,

though stars sang sad lullabies, Heaven’s concert. 

Soon, too soon, will come tremendous sorrow

for the Lamb that she swaddled will one day bleed,

but Jesus just smiles, says, Fear not tomorrow,

Love will provide all the courage we need.

Mary, raised by her own, forever awed

that her arms had once rocked the Grace of God.







*A contemporary "toned" sonnet. Contemporary sonnets do not necessarily use meter, make free use of enjambment and slant rhyme and the syllable count is loose. Most contemporary sonneteers give a fair nod to their predecessors, as they write sonnets because they love the original form, but enjoy modern influences, a freer format and the ability to shake up the status quo. 

This sonnet is inspired by the works of Sofonisba Anguissola, a renaissance painter known for her stunning portraits and her depictions of a loving Madonna. 

Please, look for yourself. Open the about this poem link, if you can. If you are unable:

http://employees.oneonta.edu/farberas/arth/arth200/artist/sofonisba.htm


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Driving Lessons

Mother and son, a moment in time,
One wants to live, the other to drive.
First of firsts, young son at her wheel,
Both on a journey, spanning their lives.

Indian summer, bluebonnet skies,
Escaping together into painted fields.
One from the cage with its rigid design,
And one from the sadness that family yields.

Exhilaration, he drives through his fears,
Faster and faster, wheels hum and glide.
Silent emotion, she tempers her tears,
Out on the highway they sit side by side.

All those years later, with memory pure,
His son sits beside him, steady and sure.


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The Well

Back to the well, the source of
all hope.   Filled with bones and 
stony love, she resonates below
the surface of my blinding thirst.

I go there when I am lost, to 
sense her fertility, my lineage,
to feel my tears, to be reincarnated,
to fill my deep emptiness.

Dark and deep shaft, go down 
to her heart, the underworld
of her soul, and teach me to
see beyond my pall legacy.

I can never be the well, only
the slave, the prodigal setting sun.


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Abused

Do you like to stand there and watch me burn?
Do you enjoy listening to me cry?
When you hit me I feel as though I'll die,
Who knew that maternal love really hurt?

The freedom that I know I'll someday earn
Makes me swallow pride, tell her its not a lie, 
That really it doesn't hurt and that I
Will never leave her. I know she will learn.

When I leave her standing out in the rain.
Walking away from the terrible place
I no longer stand for all the abuse.
Just stare out that sheet of glass - window pain,
Guilt ridden tears streaming down her pale face.
I am not to return, I will refuse.


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My first mothersday

I remember the days of emptiness
no one seemed to be  anywhere around
Love and warmth became lesser than less
the killing silence the only ear deafening sound

I'm Cathryn(*) and you're Elly I presume
"feel and be your own you and it's totally okay with me"
my dearest second mom entered the room
she sat simply and silently right in front of me 

I felt no longer like a worthless black swan 
her tender love and care made me feel fine
suddenly there was that shoulder to cry on
and my mother who recognized me and what was mine

she shared her inner beauty now mirrored in me
she gave birth to the little girl I always wanted to be

Written for "Sonnet on a Intimate Relationship - Poetry Contest"
09/02/2014
(c) Elly Wouterse

(*) in Dutch spelled "Cathrien'.. 


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THANK YOU DAD AND MOM

A sonnet to a faded little rose,
Could never hope to tell you how I feel.
The things you gave up just for me do show,
That parental love is your only seal.
Since birth you've been near just to protect me,
And help me up each time that I would fall,
And guide me with a hand on which I'd lean,
Depending as I start down lifes vast hall.
When I have gone from your home to my own,
To rear my family as you did rear me. 
I only hope that God will help me know,
The joy and sorrows, that I once caused thee.

My love for you is as endless as time itself,
And deeper than the oceans deepest cove.

                           Cile Beer

written l955






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3 States 3 Schools

for first grade alone 3 states and 3 schools
as my mother was leaving my father
mom never gave me and Bonnie hard rules
we didn’t find the move any bother

Tampa Florida is where it all started
and the last place was Pennsylvania
Dad came to Baltimore we departed
I was glad it’s not Transylvania


it was Pennsylvania that was final
it was there their marriage came to an end
I know running away looks criminal
maybe mom gave this family a trend

both my sister and I have a divorce
neither of us are on a solo course


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Celestial Mother

Once great always great I say to you.
Upside down or right side up you be.
Once upon a time and a time once was she.
Gathering the universe and shining a Star or two.
 
Then one day She shot down to Earth out of the blue.
She gathered Her crops and made circles wide and free.
She made them so big the whole of the world could see.
She took the Stars the Sun and Moon making them new.
 
She shined talents never quite seen.
Amazing and sparkling from up above,
She is the smartest thing ever so keen.
She is abundant in spreading Her love.
 
She is our Celestial Mother in Heaven,
Separated by the empty shells of leaven!
 
 
© Copyright: Ann Rich   2007


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Just for you

I sing a song to you baby of mine. You’re dreaming of adorably sweet things. You safely rest on soft clouds as you lie, And angels hold you in their feathered wings. You’re new from Heaven and still have the scent That you have carried down to Earth to share. I wish you could speak of stories you know Of folks we loved who now await us there. My darling, in my arms you’re warm and safe. We rock slowly to a sweet melody. I’m so grateful to God that you’re the one He has so lovingly chosen for me. You will soon wake to find Mommy is near. Sleep little baby with nothing to fear.


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You Do Understand

	You Don’t Understand

I spoke quite angrily to her mother,
As I examined Hannah, shook my head.
“What were you thinking, taking her so far?
You’re lucky that your daughter isn’t dead.
I said, “She has acute appendicitis,
Must operate on her without delay.”
Her mom bending over, kissed her daughter
And then to hide her tears, she turned away.

“Doctor you don’t know the circumstances.
Her daddy died when Hannah was but one.
I had to work to take care of my daughter.
This was to have been days of happy fun.
Hannah has had to grow up fast you see.
Perhaps too soon, she won’t have time for me.”

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	You Do Understand

A whole week up in the lofty mountains,
Breathing deeply of air so fresh and clear.
Each day brings another grand adventure.
We had looked forward to it through the year.
Some of us are experienced riders.
Some have not sat astride a horse before.
Hannah of eleven years, is practiced
And loves these mountain pathways to explore.

This day is the last, the week is over.
Our Hannah has awakened very ill.
Her grandma and I try hard to soothe her,
With Hannah throwing up our healing pill.
But Hannah must still ride her gentle horse,
Sixteen rough miles to camp, no other course.


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Serenity Sonnet

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

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

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

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


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Calgon and Mom

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

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

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

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






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A Sonnet For My Wife On Mother's Day

When we met you were "The Talented Miss Glory"
And I laughed at your little joke.
But over the years I've come to see
The truth that your "title" spoke.

You're a teacher of kids, about...everything
Your students are so blessed.
Some kids have above average educations,
Our kids have the best.

You make everyone feel special
You always put others first
When someone's in need and you can help
You jump right in headfirst.

You rise to every challenge, I'm amazed at what you've endured.
So When it comes to things that describe you, Talented's the word.


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Her Cultural Design

Feeling the thoughts that arise each passing day in life,
To be listened too, not to be chastised in given advice,
Wanting to be respected so real, not considered rife,
Affection daily, needing not much, desiring complete slice.

In love, I provide nurturing care when ailments occur.
In pain, I deliver daily chores wanting just sweet words.
In humor, I tell stories that may be enriched in a stir.
For these are feelings of my mind, not told for the birds.

I am not the only one belted in time by hormones alone.
However, my delivery of life challenges and stresses me.
I have intelligence, though many make me out, like a stone.
I have anger and strength, which I show in such deep degree.

I feel to be showed love, desire pleasantries from my other half.
I truly hate to be downtrodden, played as a joke in a laugh.


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Surprise Spider Lilies

Sheer fine batiste settles in the hollow
Like a ghostly creature who at night roams
Longs to float over dewdrops who follow
'Til sun's rays bring the hearse and funeral home

Surprise Spider Lilies blossoms' stand straight
A reminder of mother's few flowers
Ones she planted then she's have to wait
For those soft spring showers to empower

Down where the rain lilies now blossom
Without any soft rain 'pon the garden 
Where death of summer's flowers a problem
And elderly who live there death certain

Will there linger any flowers alive
In memory of life's beauty abide


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Foreign War

I know my son was inside with their dogs
And women dressed in uniforms who held
Their sharpened knives and made my son undress.
This is the way Americans fight war.

Confusing thoughts enter my mind
Combined with anger, sadness. ****.
The Lord, is my child to die?
If it is your will, please end him.

How could the Lord let this happen?
My sweet poor boy and his humility
He is nothing but a toy to women.
This is the way Americans fight war.

My family weeps for my son.
My country prays for their own sons.

-Caroline Youngless


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No One Else

When i don't have You by my side, 
i don't have anyone. 
When i don't have You to talk to, 
i'm all alone. 

When im lost in the dark, 
Only You can make it bright. 
When i've tried, and am about to lose hope, 
You come along and show me the light. 

When i'm sad and hurt and don't 
Know what to do, 
There's nothing that makes me happier, 
Than to talk to You. 

There's nothing more important than You, not even myself. 
i can do anything at all, for my mother and no one else.


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Hail Mother

Hail Mother full of beauty and graces
Give us this day our butter and white bread
Hear our chorus, our cherubic faces
Without thee our bellies would sing instead


While in tears and in fears we still moped
Our heads bowed, for all that we have transgressed
With her hair this dirty floor she has soaped
We shall spend the day in corners recessed


Shall we plead our case until thee will deign
And Mother may thy hymns sing of thy home
Our sin thee forgive, we hail thee again
Without thine voice, forever we shall roam


We bend our knees low to thee, our wishes
That thee would heal our harms with thy kisses

------
Happy Mother's Day


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Echoing abuse

His words concealed a life so full of lies
His hand was soft which held her gentle palm
She raised her head and looked into his eyes
Without a twitch he played her heart with calm

He knew the signs the ways to find his prey
He’d showed his smile and hid his means to harm
It was for him a laugh a game to play
Where he portrayed a mask with grace and charm 

From young till now with ease she chose wrong men 
And then she’d fight to keep her man in vain 
She craved their rage became the nagging hen
It seemed as if she aimed to live with pain

Dad hid mum and he found a mum to hit
Mum loved dad and she was treated like sh*t


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Resolution

Pray they fear not for the child who still cries
He weeps tears that heal, that run free and drain
And flow from a fountain once full of pain
Cleansing his soul as the salt purifies
Pray they now rest and know he relies
On lessons they taught that will always remain
And see that their labors have not been in vain
Affirmed by new wisdom shown in his eyes

Pray they rejoice that a prodigal son
Who stumbled back home to sister and brother
Keeps one Commandment now humble and glad
Pray this New Year there is surely someone
Who's proud to honor his father and mother
And honored to love his dear mom and dad


*Written at the request of my mother who asked me to write her a poem for New Year's






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Not here

She is gone far far away.
Too far to even touch.
All my effort has gone to waste.
Now, all i can do is sit back and watch
 
my days go by in eager depression.
Just waiting for Her to come back.
Days, weeks, months go by in regression.
Still trying to get my life back on track,
 
Knowing that when You're back, again,
In my life, there will be reason to smile
and that happiness and joy, i will regain
You mean everything to me plus a mile.
 
Without You, every second feels like a year,
And it hurts so bad to know that You're not here.


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Newly Laid Fire

The newly cut green oak sputtered and smoked
Until mother took paper torn crumpled
Added a few pine cones, kerosene, poked
The kinderling_off took the flame_bedazzled

Warmth spread in icy room but not far
Cold, icy wind entered through weatherboard's
Cracks, windows that rattled, spaces in floor.
At night, wind had played many seventh chords

Her strength to face and handle the day well 
In spite of surroundings, circumstances
Deep within was spring that did compel
Her like the energizer bunny bounces

Lighting the morn's fire a lesson in strength
Endurance in circumstances wavelength


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Seeds Of Knowledge

Our greatest grandmother took a bite from
the fruit of knowledge of evil and good. 
Admittedly, the act was downright dumb,
since it was the only thing which she could 
have done to give offense without hope of pardon. 
Our greatest grandfather, equal in blame, 
caused LandLord eviction from the garden, 
after attempts to hide his naked shame. 

But what if Eve got more than just a bite -- 
and smuggled seeds in folds of her new skirt? 
There’s a possibility that we might 
eat of that tree again; what could it hurt? 

It’s a knowledge that we seem to have lost, 
despite its dreadful value and its cost.


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Heredity

When I was a child, all the neighbors said, 
   “He looks exactly like his father! ”
While back at home, said all my kin
   “He looks exactly like his mother! ”
Then came the age I went to school
   Teachers commented in perfect scroll
And wrote back then, “All things considered, 
   He is, in many ways, his sister! ”
So to home I scurried and found a mirror
   To know which one was true, and what a wonder
And curious! Yet surprised I should not be
   To find my father, mother, sister, all three—

      —staring back at me.


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Mother

When all alone, quiet, and lost in thought, I see again the times when I was young. I smile for attention I often sought, Knowing if I was sad then you would come. You would dry the teardrops that then would flow, Be my bedside nurse on a restless night. A soothing word and I'd forget my woe, Consoled that you were not far from my sight. Your wrath confused me when I misbehaved, Never believing I was ever wrong. But now I see love through your stormy rage. With your wise words I have grown, oh so strong. So when I think of you, Mother and friend, All regrets are over, all sorrows end.


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Me the infant, Translation of Pierre Emmanuel's L'Enfant moi by T Wignesan

Me the infant, Translation of Pierre Emmanuel’s L’Enfant moi by T. Wignesan

The infant a stranger to me who grew up poet
You whom he missed even in his sleep
He who had to disinter himself upon waking
Every day in his quest with increasing effort

He who had not known your breast nor lap
Manically he sought your odour in bed clothes
Sniffed under the covers your sphinge haïr
And searched every bush for your mystic antrum

In vain forgot blackness of breasts in death
More avidly survives the memory of your milk
Longer I live more the haunting infant pleases me
When the eternel Night projects her by the threshold

At death the infant’s visited by the maternal shadow
Dissociated as two blue perfect globular moons

Note : Original rhyme schème of sonnet : 
      abba cddc effe gh)

( from Sophia, O.C. t. II, p. 348) 
© T. Wignesan – Paris, October 15, 2014


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AMAZING WOMAN

              





             My mother is everthing to me and more
              she would do anything for anyone 
              my mother is everything , i love her to the core

            She is down to earth, she likes a laugh and crack
           funny witty generous and keeps me on track
          caring isn`t the word that i would chose to describe
          it`s a unique gift she`s got,that i cannot prescribe

           I just hope if i reach 73, i have half of her ways
           `cos i would be a happy man and on my feet i`d stay
          she`s active independant and even drives a car
          i don`t know a woman that can span that far.



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To be loved

Like an eagle in butcher’s corners
Some have embraced it like sands
They are the chicks of hen mothers
Protected from the hard craws of hard beaked birds

Though all in the spherical are
Most from milk teeth are thy denied.
Hovering from every tom & harie
Looking like a raining season vulture

That petched on dry wood.
With feathers like an avian infulexa bird.
 Aching of heart at moon time is thy mood.
With oceans flowing through their lids.

To be loved thy are privilege
Enjoy by the class of privilege.



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When I Die

Don’t weep for the loss
I’ve merely went across
Know that I am here
Always will I be near
In the way you walk
And the way you talk
Thru your words of strife
To guide you thru this life
In your beautiful stare
All the elements in the air
Running thru your veins
And whatever shall remain
Presenting thru your smile
And your fashionable style
In every beat of your heart
You’ll feel we’re not apart
With every warming breeze
And the swaying of the trees
Thru your precious laughter
And any time thereafter
In those mesmerizing eyes
Your mother is still alive
In each and every thought
Enacting what I have taught
Thru the precious moments
And every single torment
Thru every scent you intake
And each and every mistake
Your mother has not died
Your soul's where I reside


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Who Bears Your Infancy?

What silk conducts the frail nocturnal moth?
What hand commands its drunken fabric flight?
Whose guiding threads are weaved within its cloth?
--the same maternal moon that knits the night?

Can such a lantern lead it to neglect
the sov'reignty endowed within its wings?
Can such resplendent light induce defect?
Does radiance incite its ragged rings?

If so, what poor parental sense does she,
the nightly wife of dawning's eye, display.
What mother lets her children toddle free
when faulty fathers seek to singe their way?

Why must the moth revere the mother's name,
yet turn to ash before a father's flame?


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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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The Rose Kennedy Mother Sonnet

        THE ROSE KENNEDY MOTHER SONNET
A rose was plucked from many of the day
and taken to our Lord, by His request,
who keeps it so it will not wilt away
and now it shines the rose of our Lord's breast.

'Twas just a very simple rose to grow
but light complexes colors visually
and all those colors make up all we know,
to turn it into what our eyes can see.

And what a joy she was, as if a song,
until the Master called for our dear Rose,
and now we ask, how can we get along
without this joy of life that seldom grows?

Such roses do not grow just ev'rywhere
but when they do, we see a mother there.


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I PROSTRATE FOR YOUR LOVE

It is to your strength this poem is addressed
Even you who took with joy the huge pain
To put me to bed, will of the fruits gain.
Watched over the cradle and would not rest
I have no doubt you did your very best.
Did not let go during the hardship's rain 
Your care and profound love was not a feign.
You taught me the very thing I love most.

Your charming heart taught me not to neglect
The plethoric resources on my mind
But impart wisdom from it to my kind
And be a symbol of peace like the dove.
So for that labor of love I respect,
I do admire and prostrate for your love.


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Reunion

It was a moment that transcended time
We were all unable to stay calm
Our emotions were at their most prime
Seven years since my wife had seen her mom

Years ago, when my wife left her nation
She had to leave her family behind
Her life was full of loss and of frustration
Never, were they too far from her mind

Their words were said without their being spoken
Their embrace could crush the strongest ever
A mother - daughter bond can not be broken
Their reunion was captured forever

The energy expelled could build a bomb
Seven years since my wife had seen her mom
 


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Today's Special So Have A Ball {Kyrielle Sonnet}

Happy Mother's Day to all moms
Spilled milk and yet you stayed so calm
Painting coloring on your walls
Today's special so have a ball


Heart shape cookies I made for you
Ruffled laced stapled and then glued
Words inscript made you feel not small
Today's special so have a ball


Lessons taught Oh so very well
Back in mind words begin to swell
So sorry mom I missed your call
Today's special so have a ball




Happy Mother's Day to all moms
Today's special so have a ball






In Loving Memory 
          Of 
Mom   {1934 -2005}






Happy Mother's Day 
To All Moms And Stepmoms



Thanks Again Joe




Comments:   The Kyrielle Sonnet has 14 lines (three rhyming quatrain stanzas 
and a non-rhyming couplet). It has a repeating line or phrase as a refrain in the 
last line of each stanza.  Each line within the sonnet has eight syllables. The 
French use the first and last line of the first quatrain as the ending couplet. This 
reinforces the refrain within the poem. The rhyming scheme for a Kyrielle Sonnet 
normally is: AabB, ccbB, ddbB, AB -or- AbaB, cbcB, dbdB, AB.















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Master Blasters

Incredible as all of this may be,
And just as brilliant as our fate is,
You are my unique lift to my wiz!
So it looks like it is you or it’s me.
 
We’re in the winds and we both run free.
All of this is hers and it’s every bit of his.
Those two are master blasters put to quiz.
Together they locked eyes eternally to see.
 
They are dancing on the Moon,
Or they are singing to the Sun.
Their love has come too soon.
Now familiar renewal has begun.
 
They are in full bloom with a force that is most incredible to blossom,
What a glimmer in their glare they sand blasted out of awe to awesome!


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LISTEN TO MOTHER EARTH

Listen to Mother Earth
when it sadly speaks;.
its cry you must heed...
feel despair in her chant. 


A net full of salmons rewarded me
for my hard labor as delight made me free:
to let my spirit roam through the prairie,
and despite the sweat dripping...I was happy.

 
Today, I look into the murky waters
and they are full of dead fishes that attract the wildcat,
as the riverbed becomes drier by the hours;
why is the flow so slow...hasn't the snow melted yet?


Peaceful and pristine this river once was;
now, stop and listen to Mother Earth. 


Copyright 2010 by Andrew Crisci


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missing link

Missing Link.

A sickly child lie
frail on the sofa in the living room.
A knock on the door,
His mother opened.
The man who entered the child knew it was his father.
Whose child is this?
“It is your youngest son” his mother said. 
The children in the street 
all had a father; the child had waited for him.
But his father ignored him,
gave chocolate to his sister and brother,
then he drank from a bottle,
his mother threw him out.
Next day asked his mother,” are you sure he is my father?”
She slapped her son’s face and cried.


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A Mother's Call to Arms

Who defends us, hollow husks?
Whose body shields our start?
Whose open womb gestates heart?
Are Mother’s, Natures tarts?

What mortal faith denies our grace,
Our tenacity, our verve?
What mortal or immortal Man? defines us?
What progeny has SUCH nerve?

When did Mankind , not Ma kind begin?
When were these false thoughts bred?
When was it decided a vacuum filled OUR head?
When was the pivotal moment, the primary prick?

Why second rate the kinder face vilify and disgrace
Why deny Motherhood an equality of grace?


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World War II

I see them coming from two different worlds,
father was poor but had just finished his tour
in the Navy during WWII. So young and hansom 
his black curly hair slicked, and arm muscles 
bulging under his uniform. My mother her exotic
beauty and always dressed in expensive clothes,
carrying her books down Sunset Boulevard to 
Schwabs for autographs.
Their marriage took two minutes at City Hall
no friends or fanfare. Nine months latter it
was beginning to end in Chicago when my father,
drunk, through my grandmother across the room
and broke her arm. My father stopped drinking
that day but now a dry drunk, never did change
his attitude toward women.         -sonnet


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The Warm Weaver


Hola, I saw her today with a smile, so sweet and fresh 
like the milk she nourished me. She sat, on the back 
porch, weaving her passion, creating a web of caress,
for this young heart---the black and white pic of a duck.

I sat, not far, watching her eager hands with patience 
of a saint, as she stitched the last image, of her mind;
sometimes, she threw looks at me, perhaps her conscience 
bothered her, for letting me, me alone, pass the time.

‘Cos for her, occasional strong wind howls that bother
is her savoring concern, not wanting this young heart
to live and be clothed by its un-gentleness, but rather  
be warmed by a mantle of love---her passion, her art.

Hola, I saw her today with a smile, so sweet and fresh
like the milk she nourished me, from her own breasts.


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Collections

I’ll add you to my safe keeps.
And put you with my collections.
I’ll sit back with my own reflections.
After, I’ve taken hundreds of peeps.
 
I’ll put you under my pillow where I sleep.
And then there will be no exceptions.
It’s where delusion versus deceptions.
You and I will never weep.
 
Until your heart is free to run,
I’ll be collecting ashes and dust.
I’ll never be done!
And I’ll never rust.
 
My collections of restorations appeal.
Piece by piece many of you will heal.
 
 
®Registered: Ann Rich   2006


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LISTEN TO MOTHER EARTH

Listen to Mother Earth
when it sadly speaks;
its cry you must heed...
feel despair in her chant. 


A net full of salmons rewarded me
for my hard labor as delight made me free:
to let my spirit roam through the prairie,
and despite the sweat dripping...I was happy.

 
Today, I look into the murky waters
and they are full of dead fishes that attract the wildcat,
as the riverbed becomes drier by the hours;
why is the flow slow...hasn't the snow melted yet?


Pristine and healthy this river once was;
now, stop and listen to Mother Earth. 


Copyright 2010 by Andrew Crisci


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Regret

I remember the heartbreak you felt at my every careless word
I recall each tear that through my naivete you endured
Our discussions never ended the way you had planned
Let alone chores, even meals I absconded
Avoiding your gaze was my teenage aim
Yet your heart succumbed merely hearing my name
Your patience during my indistinct war never went unnoticed
And your fears amid my indestructible reign I appreciated
Each time you tried to reason with my arrogance
Every night you spent fervently praying my safe entrance
I realize now what childishness that had been
And ashamedly request forgiveness for being mean
I thank you for being there for me always
Through all the years, months and days . . .


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A Crow In A Jupiter Tree

It was a cold, windy but cloudless day
There was a Crow in a Jupiter tree
He cried out as if he was mocking me.
This morn, the day my mother passed away.

Death -death this godless creature seemed to say
With dead black eyes, my face he seemed to stare 
This gaze cut deep to my heart, left it bare.
Fly from here, demon bird with squawk so gray.

Be not a messenger of death I pray.
From window, the last sound my mother heard, 
Was the call to die from this evil bird.
On dark wings this scavenger of deaths prey.

Such callous, heartless, evil bird this Crow
To steal from me, her ever loving soul.


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Mother

I cried for you with tears and tears
I cried for you through a maze of years
I pour my heart in these lifeless pages
Trying to recover some semblance of saneness
My heart has evolved into a life of its own
My words have stung but they too have grown
My legs no more walk with the ease they once had
My face no more shows the blush of the glad
I know what you've been through all the years
All the hateful words, the stinging tears
I recall the sounds, the stifling of cries
I remember the days your tears I dried
I love you today more than ever before
Yet I'm helpless to assist you I woefully implore


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I'm Special Too

I’m not perfect and make mistakes
Yes I have a temper and things may break
My moods are intolerable; this I agree
But why is it so hard to accept and love me?

I’m your only daughter a bond should be
But we’ll never have that; I now finally see
You choose your favorites and criticize me
While all I’ve searched for is love from thee

I no longer care what you think I am
I no longer care; your love has been a scam
All I’ve done in life has never been good enough
Your motherly caresses; still always being tough

But thank you mother for the lessons on how to be a mom
I’ve watched obediently; your lack of motherly charm
I’m special too mom, although you may disagree
I’ve thrown away my longing of an unheard weeping plea

One is the golden child; the one who can do no wrong
The other is your baby; codependent while feeding him all along
I’m the mediocre child; always invisible to those beautiful eyes
How could you turn your head in vain, not hearing my painful cries?

So don’t be proud and love me for the creation you did make
I’ve exhausted all dead end avenues; my need for you was my mistake
I still love you mom, even though my heart is torn apart
But I’m a big girl now and the time has come for us to depart

© Stacy Lynn Stiles