On My Mother Passing
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I wrote this on Oct 2 2017. My mother passed away Oct 1 2017 at 10p.m. She went in a whisper with not a sound. I have not edited, rewritten or touched these words once they flowed from my heart to paper. I cannot remember a day in my life when my mother treated me with anything other than with love and respect, not one day. I was blessed to have a mother who was a saint on earth. May the universe bless you all. Love, armand.
ON MY MOTHER’S PASSING
i wanted to keep my mother physically with me
but it would be like trying to hold the sun
like in life she still shines brighter than any star
is as gentle as the finest breeze
she isn't gone my mother is infinite
hers was a metamorphosis
like the butterfly represents eternal beauty
flies to heights unimaginable to the human mind
butterflies are free and so is she
she was a wife a mother a sister a friend
she was the best of all those roles
she was because she chose to be
but she was then she is now she will always be free
such was her nature
we all knew her as that special person could embrace your heart
we also knew she was all but she was one
you can't own that kind of beauty
and her shine filled you with a euphoric joy
she was she is like the moon
the one belongs to children
belongs to love at its very core
love she spreads across the universe
my mother was is will always be as large as unconditional love
i share this story with you in order to comfort you
her influence is immense
she is now looking after us all
be happy, be confident be at peace
my mother is with us all
and my mother is love
armand
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An Added Bonus (My Parents Always Enjoyed My Imagination
For Both Of Them I include This Piece)
DISGUISED IDIOMS & EVERYTHING “JAZZ”
for you
i’d lay down the red and plush
give you the shirt I’m wearing
walk a mile and then one more
hand you the key to my beet red beat
commit all my eggs to your stash
throw in nine yards the whole of it
tell you with no shame “i’m at your beck...just call”
no need to do mine turn around I’ll scratch yours
i’m yours all my parts even a parcel
all of it ‘till the cattle arrive’
Armand ‘aren’t you the clever boy’ Yvonne
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Another piece if your in the mood. If not off you go then.
BENEATH THE WHINING
scaled the walls
every time nothing
nothing on the other side
found the doors
their locks
never the keys
paid my dues
never got a receipt
every time i fell
got back up
followed the light
always took the noble path
stepped barefoot
on jagged rocks
autographed the stones in blood -mine
from great heights
lost my hold
landed on my feet
regret occupies
the larger part of my thoughts
sometimes i cried
even yelled my infamous screams
my life it turns out
was blessed
having accomplished none of my goals
i lived an existence
i alone could appreciate
underneath the layers
of self inflicted scars
i found a me
i loved and respected
i need nothing more
armand
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I UNDERSTAND THE DIFFERENCE.
RECOGNIZE ONE FROM THE OTHER.
while the evil mind trods awkwardly
wears swamp covered boots
destroys indiscriminately
inner beauty dances in partnership
a benevolent synchronized waltz
minds adorned
in a growing blue green moss
nurture strong thick deep roots
transfer nutrients
lovingly to the breathing heart
their silent strength
in turn
energizes a body of good
spread like lavender scented clover
over a barren land
flow like oxygen
cleanses polluted waterways worldwide
calms
the unsteady unpredictable weather patterns of recent times
a new is born
and
not a life
animal
vegetable
human
not any life
harmed
such is the outcome
the collective power
of inner beauty
armand
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FOR YOU MY LOVE
a human heart beats over a hundred thousand times a day
the first one hundred thousand every day beat for you
armand
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A SIMPLE SUGGESTION
I know my heart is made of butter
but you can only spread it so thin
armand
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DISNEY WOULD BE PROUD
a blue tree
covered in spaghetti
branches drenched
in a sauce of leaves
with no desire to be served up
in an Italian restaurant
where a lady or a tramp
or both
might end up in a passionate kiss
with an orchestra
providing the background ambiance
no,
this navy colored tree
is too busy chumming around
with the sky and the odd passing cloud
thinking back
when it was just an acorn
now the tallest
the most majestic
growth in the forest
still
never forgetting its roots
once just a single seed
humbled by its origin
dearly loved
by the Earth
no, more -by the universe
comfortable
in its greatness
happy as just one piece
of something much greater
a gentle giant
at peace with its existence
wait,
was that Bambi and Thumper
just ran by it
the giant smiles
armand
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ONE CENT ALLEY
drove us to a magical mystery go see
“there's nothing you can do...it's easy
all you need is love”
so we latched on to a mustard coloured submarine
"something in the way..."
walked down a british road
"and in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make"
armand
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A PROPOSAL
a sheet of paper printed
slats of wood measured
extra thick rope strong
large fat nails steel
a set of tools exact
a driven will instinctive
and there you have it a bridge
perhaps we can meet in the middle
armand
Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2018
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