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Mothers Day
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Summers Eve
~Summer’s Eve ~
I am a woman!
I am proud-
I am everything you want.
Plus more
The adoring wife,
A beautiful mother,
A grandmother a granddaughter
A daughter, a sister,
A lover, the aunt.
Your enemy, your friend.
I am the working lady.
A widow left behind.
I AM!
The Spawn of Adam's rib-
I AM!
A mentor throughout this world.
A lady with class, sometimes a material girl.
A flower, and the sound of rain.
I am the color of the rainbow.
I am deeper than the sea.
I am the pink ribbon you wear.
I am delicate like snow.
I AM!
The sun and the moon in your eyes.
A twister during dark skies.
I AM!
The Daughter of Eve-
And, here is the only feeling I want to endorse.
Summer's Eve.
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In honor and appreciation to all the women of the world.
Happy Mother’s day!
By;PD
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Mothers Day
Poem
On Mothers Day
On this day
No other can say
More than children do
Other things may stress
They may make a mess
How would they cope without you?
Ever in their hearts
Regardless of the false starts
Since they were born its true
Dedicated love you did show
Able thanks to you to grow
You must gather love accrued
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Mothers Day
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30 Years of Blooms
I guess it’s time to stop asking questions,
and start answering them.
Wipe away long dead evaporations;
mined trails overgrown with new,
more current vines.
Time to remove the silver duct-tape
from the face of killed memory; (the girl
in the cavern who sits, wide eyed and bound
at her skeletal ankles and wrists at the top
of the wicked peak, looking for a way out –
her green eyes wild and rolling
like thunder and mustangs at the edge
of the drop ,
looking for a way out of this
buried-alive, hell)
and replace it with white words whispered
into my own children’s ears.
I cannot judge you.
Just as I cannot judge her.
We are all together in this moment.
And although I’d love to be
the high and mighty mother who says,
“OH! I would never do that to MY kids –
never!”
I won’t.
I won’t give him the pleasure.
The one who turned you to glass; beat you
until you were nothing but sunlight
in your own mother’s memory.
She loved me as I love mine (including
the young one who waits for her savior with
the shining scissors; coming through
the dark like rebirth and deliverance;
like a cool cloth on a charred brow).
So I will plant my Mother’s Day lilac tree
in her honor –
burying the questions,
honoring the love we shared
and still share.
We will leave our judgments at the door and sit
beneath its amethyst blooms
(my birthstone;
your given gift of insight)
exalting in the sacred heart of motherhood;
laughing until we cry;
feeding its deep roots
with memory.
© Kristin Reynolds 5 9 09
*Dedicated to my Mother this Mother's Day (I hope you are listening...)
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Mothers Day
Poem
The Marlboro Woman is Gone
The Marlboro Woman
You were glamorous, a bomb shell beauty in your prime
No wonder he fell for you that night you danced on stage with Tina Turner
You were the show stopper of his dreams
You associated "lighting up" with Judy Garland or Vivian Lee
Dangling cigarettes like diamonds upon your fingers
Oh, you were so wrong
Remember the phone calls?
Ka-zillions of them
Begging you to quit
Remember when you asked me what I wanted for my 30th birthday?
You lied again…you were never going to quit…
You were its prisoner being drug to the gallows
Eventually no more picturesque bike rides at dawn
Years later you were dependent on oxygen around the clock
How glamorous was that necklace?
A month later reduced to grocery shopping in a motorized cart
Huffing and puffing
Coughing and hacking…you were so distracting
How could you have been so selfish with your health?
Your panicked expressions
Hanging by your fingertips to the hands of father time
Sneaking a drag in the bathroom while hooked up to your oxygen
Everyone could read the FLAMMABLE sign on the door
You could have blown us up!
You couldn’t abandon your nicotine addiction
Craving it like chocolate
Once a chain smoker… then chained to your oxygen…
Now the Marlboro Woman is gone
Entry for Miss Poet Destroyer's Mother's Day Poetry Contest
12-16-11
By Gwendolen Rix
In Honor of My Mother Constance
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Mothers Day
Poem
Oh Mother I Love You So
Look at me mother dearest,
can't you see me beneath your eyes?
I came to visit you because I love you,
you won't get rid of my hurtful cries.
You're my mother, you gave me life,
with suffering and tormenting birth,
pains of merit and glorious pains,
pains you’ll forget if I prove my worth.
That I call you mother so proud I am,
because like you I will not find,
you are a pearl, a precious diamond,
you are my mother and so very kind.
These wonderful words I write from my heart,
I will continue writing and I will persist,
why do you love me so much dear mother,
as though in your life its only I exists.
You love me always until you die,
the same with me I will not deny,
both of us in sublime and pure love,
this is our pact and we both comply.
For Poet Destroyer A's Contest MOTHER's DAY Poem
11th May 2013
Note:- She is dead now but never forgotten
my only wish is to be with her!
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Mothers Day
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Special Love
They are special
With a love inartificial
They and only they are endowed
With the amazing biology of giving birth
And the natural ability to breast-feed to satisfaction
They are special
With a love inartificial
They and only they are the world`s
Mothers and grandmothers and sisters
Who can care and love better than a mother?
They are special
With a love inartificial
They and only they have love that knows
No time, hardship, distance, disability or old age
Because a mother`s love is the epitome of perseverance
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Mothers Day
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One Day is not Enough
One day alone is not enough
To measure universal love
Sculptured in her embodiment
One day alone is not enough
To tell treausre greatest of my heart
Besides the shrine where I serve my Lord.
One day alone is not enough
To fill the void that was her love
And set her caring worthiness apart
And honor her with honey words.
This mother's day then
May day shall blow blues again
And moon to dark I descend
The shrivelling path of pain.
What flowers on her grave
Can fend away the gloom
Of loss? No card can crave
The her eyes' bloom like petals
Withered now within the grave
I vested soul and all to save
You for the gallery of my stars
And finite so the thing I prove
How death can any mortal move
And mother's day make scars.
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Mothers Day
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For my mother's birthday
Dear Lord thank You for a mother
who stayed through it all with us,
who has shown us the way to church,
because in You today I trust.
Thank You for every hardship she faced
for she has taught us sacrifice
now I can give my all to You,
nothing else would have sufficed.
Thank You Lord for all her toil
because she represents great strength
for even in adversity
she persevered through great a length.
If anyone be candidate
let it be her You honour Lord
for You know all about her struggle
and surely You are her reward.
I praise You greatly for Her life
my life without her could not be,
show her Your favour without measure
for everything she's meant to me.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
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Mothers Day
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SOMEWHERE ALONG HER HANDS
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Somewhere a hand is reading out loud
a Dickinson, a leather-worn journal
recording daily life’s soirees,
memorizing rain and shielding little girl’s eyes
from the blasting words of the sun.
Somehow someone reaches
from darkness to drive the shadows
that meet the body of her child: trembling
with excitement or fear,
sliding tender fingers on the back;
parts the arms like wind that rushes in
all seasons to reveal the lush, delicious
landscape of summer ; then rubs the elbow
down the forearm to greet the cheeks
with a kiss and watches while
the hands move back without help or
guidance from the daughter sleeping. ~
Somewhere a mother, grandmother,
godmother, stepmother, or mother nature
weeps over love’s broken child;
uses her hair to bandage
the wound on the youth’s head …unfolds
her hands from prayer to widen
the window of angel psalms
pressing her lips into alleys
of the sapling’s mouth: a tear transforms her
from receiving to giving. ..and she feels without
seeing the last light of the night; lit for
the heart of those who witness its extinguishing
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Somewhere death’s chariot prepares for
a long journey, away from the living:
pack the roses from tomb to womb,
remove the thorns for gracious sake,
like knives that pierce the heart of loved ones
who cannot move on, pulling
the orchards over her head;
a name whispered in every fireplace she flamed
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And somehow tonight, I hear her stir, still
clinging to the waning voice of the hours;
she bequeaths stars I will inherit
until she, at last succumbs to wispy bliss.
And I, a sighing child must tell her:
“ Wake up, you've been in bed so long,
Mother, you should not be sleeping…”
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*with love to my Mom who had passed on*
PD's Mother's Day Contest
By nette onclaud
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Mothers Day
Poem
Pearls of Mother's Great Love
the pearls from your eyes
are far more precious to me
than any treasure
your big sacrifice
nothing more to compare with
you’re my great hero
I owe you my life
mom, my heart melts when you cry
your tears: pearls of love
unconditional
that’s the greatness of your love
in you, I feel God
mom, I’m so sorry
sometimes, I make you lonely
but you’re dear to me
you bear all the pains
pearls of great love on your cheeks
every drop, I’ll kiss
for I do believe
you want only the best for me
all your pray’rs and wish
thank you so much mom
those pearls of great mother’s love
be kept in my heart
you’re my only mom
replaceable by no one
comfort and best friend
my ardent prayers
may you live long in this world
may God gives you strength
March 24, 2013
Note:
This poem was conceived both from the “Pearl” theme and one of my possible adorable picture themes of my latest contest, “Mother’s Love”- merged into one.
It is also composed with the inspiration of all mothers in this world. You’re indeed the greatest heroes/heroines! I am so proud of you! I lovingly dedicate this poem to you dear mothers and friends! Big hugs to all of you! Of course, I include especially my loving/dearest mom who’s my greatest inspiration, refuge and best friend.
This poem can also bring to us a message for this Easter Season as we remember Mother Mary who’d suffered much seeing her loving son Jesus Christ’s great sufferings on the cross at Mt. Calvary- a mother’s great love to her child indeed!
HAPPY EASTER SEASON TO ALL!
First Place
Contest: Any Poem Goes
Judged: 3/29/2013
Sponsor: My Greatest Poet and sis PD
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