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Details | Rhyme |

As Flowers Crumble Collaboration with Silent One

Lullabies through tear filled eyes
It's truly, love at first sight
The bond is forged and galvanized
To hold forever tight

Each time you needed a hand
She always had one free
From then on, when in demand
As soft as she needed to be

No sacrifice was too great
A patient answer to every, "why?"
That look when you came home late
When you didn't come home, she'd cry

As flowers begin to crumble
your eyes look tired and hands so frail
Breaks my heart to see you stumble
as tears fall with your skin so pale

No one can ever take your place
nor replace your angelic love 
Your life is full of prestige grace
precious beauty like a white dove

Mum's sweet words flow like a fountain
such wisdom will always live on
Her love conquers the highest mountain
fills me with pride to be her son




    July 4 2017 
 Collaboration By Daniel Turner and Silent One

Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2017


Details | Rhyme |

-Unlatched-

_______________________

So young, I was, and so naive There was no doubt, I did believe this babe who's latched inside my womb with ties we had,... would always be Latched on was he, as he was fed then later days, our hands instead Not tall enough to open gates I would reach the latch for his escape In time he grew to need more space The cord we had, still had it's place The loving ties from birth, so long were gently stretching.., moving on, yet still remaining full and strong In time he grew, to be a man Our bond had changed, but still lives on He fell in love, as it should be His bond with her, I'm glad to see doesn't mean our own is gone Songs are sung when lovers part but no song for a mother's heart When new adventures come one day and new roads take him far away The man he is, has been set free to be the man he wants to be The child he was is never gone She's letting go, yet holding on If once, one wish, were mine to choose so many would my thoughts pursue But one within my heart still yearns for just one day, the clocks would turn Together you and I would be sitting there among the trees I would lift you up upon my knee just as we did when you were three…
___________________________________________________________________ For Francine's Contest: Children In Rhyme

Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2011

Details | Lyric |

I Forgive You

     You lost my life.
     Sharp as a knife...
     You lost a lot of things.
     Your memory in my heart
     Still sings...

Today I gave you my secrets,
All of them, the ones from Egypt,
And those from Europe, slow motion
Swimming away across the Ocean.
I whispered in your ear
All you didn't want to hear.
    
     And...
     I forgive you,
     I forgive you.

The secrets of the life stolen
While you screech, eyes swollen
With tears of loss.
Both of us kneeling on moss;
I am not cruel, only want your love,
That one word you get so sick of.

     But...
     I will always forgive you,
     I will always forgive you.

Buried so deep inside,
Almost a stone I tried to hide.
I'll always be that seeking child
That wants to be reconciled.

     I lost you before I was born.
     Before I even opened my eyes

          I was forlorn.





***

April 8, 2017 
N/A in contest: Open Poetry Contest 2
Sponsored by: Charlotte Jade Puddifoot

Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2017


Details | Acrostic |

LOVELINESSS

Looking at your misshapen little red face,
only a mother can appreciate the beauty when seeing her
very precious baby for the first time. 
Eyes filled with happy tears as I
looked at your blonde hair and blue eyes and
inspected your tiny little fingers and toes.
Never had I seen a more beautiful child –
everything about you was simply perfect!
Soon you were sleeping peacefully,
safe in the arms of your adoring mother.

Contest: Loveliness Acrostic
Sponsor John Hamilton
02~15~16

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |

Whispers From Beyond

Listening for whispers from beyond the grave. 
So hard to hear for the mortality slave. 
Wind blows a chill thru the winters trees. 
Hands clasped in prayer I'm on my knees. 
Denial on my lips disbelief in my heart. 
Scared and alone my world torn apart. 
A pastor speaks standing beside you. 
I know you're gone but don't want it to be true. 
Who are these strangers standing around. 
Inch by inch you're lowered into the ground. 
Everyone says, " I'm so sorry for your loss. "
Can't they see I'm on an ocean that I can't cross. 
If I close my eyes and listen really hard. 
I can hear you say, " go play but stay in the yard."
Memories hurt Mom and I don't want to cry. 
Please don't go I don't want you to die. 
I know I can't stop it there's nothing I can do. 
You'll just have to live on in my memories of you. 
Now I have to find a way to be strong and brave. 
Keep listening for whispers from beyond the grave.



Written on 3/24/16

Copyright © Scott Williams | Year Posted 2016

Details | Verse |

I SIT SOBBING

I’m staring at the reflection in the mirror - who is the lady with the grey hair? Today a strange man came to visit me I do not recognise him … He says he is my son I try hard to remember as we talk about the past He shows me photographs of his childhood years Memories come back to me; I sob bleeding tears Dementia is robbing me, my recall is fading fast That man has now gone Saying he will visit soon Tears flow from my eyes Trapped in my own little world I sit sobbing silently Kimo and Tanka checked with how many syllables Challenge one write Contest Sponsored by Broken Wings 08~31~16

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016

Details | Sonnet |

Letter To Mom

Dear Mother,
Conceived in love, your passion gave me life
The very blood this heart pumps through these veins
A dream fulfilled as mother and as wife
I wonder now, if I was worth your pain

I did not walk the path you set me on
The gifts you gave to me are still like new
My body, I abused, A wasted pawn
I sang my song, performed my own soft shoe

But each thing I have done, I gave my all
Regardless of the deed, I did my best
I never asked you once to break my fall
Nor steal the grass or twigs that line your nest

At times in life, I know I've made you cry
Your passion, is my only alibi




                by Daniel Turner


Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |

The Reunion

In the beginning it is just a lovely cloud Collin comes across her in the coffee house One of his friends calls his attention Look, your mom is here, let’s go elsewhere A descent of birds pecking at his brain The cloud he keeps looking at for quite a while The face and the figure look like his He goes to the toilet to look into the mirror The semblance he sees is a puzzling wonder The birds dance and sing in tumultuous chorus His friend confounded when he is told Collin does not know who his mother is He had been adopted when he was just two The lady too looks at them off and on When a bridge comes up none can say The next few hours he passes in a daze Is the quest for four years going to succeed Is the cloud preordained for the sudden rain Or it is just a fortuitous resemblance But then isn’t it an exactly mirror image Returning home Collin scrutinizes himself again In the mirror he finds the same chiseled face The same desirous dreamy eyes, head full of hair He recites poems and talks to himself Same grace radiates from the daffodils The plant with the flowers hangs in the air The charm and the fragrance are irresistible He craves to rush forward and hug it tight And flood the flower with crimson kisses The scented air stays elusive nonetheless Collin says everything to his adopted parents They are very glad and cooperate to get to the truth There would be no problem in living all together Collin laughs and says very forcefully The twenty two years old son is no more an introvert When the magnet works in the very stem cells The eventual fusion is inevitable obviously She takes him to her apartment She lives alone her husband dead No shadow of children nowhere in the rooms Thousand wasps biting inside his head The pain is traumatic for the hidden truth Light and dark interchange day after day Poems of love keep churning the two hearts Drama outside and a flood within The day DNA test confirms the gene The two intermingle to a river serene ______________________________________________________________ August 8, 2016: For the Contest: Long Lost Family Sponsored by Silent One

Copyright © Probir Gupta | Year Posted 2016

Details | Sonnet |

When Darkest Of Blues Will Not Stop Pounding

When Darkest Of Blues Will Not Stop Pounding

Standing atop this high cliff, clouds floating on by
Watching last sunset, red-tint paint splashing blue sky
Now finding life, has stooped to beat me up again
Despite my deep courage, embraced through thick and thin
No honor felt in this lost state I am at
Broken wrangler with no horse, no damn cowboy hat
Just a dying soul, trying to live to hold on
Now that the beauty of life's colors have all gone 
Weeping into winds once found to be clear and fair
Missing that love, only mother and child can share
Glancing down, life and earth seems so damn far below
So many exits, yet I have nowhere to go 

Standing atop this high cliff, clouds floating on by
Watching last sunset, red-tint paint splashing blue sky

Robert J. Lindley, 2-17-2017

Note; One day gleaming sun does so shine. Next day it hides and laughs in wicked glee.
There is now a huge hole in me. I wish to drown, in the next storm in this dark, raging sea.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

Details | Lyric |

Nothing Left

Chorus:

If lonely is a prison...
Lord knows I've done my time
From my lying destination,
To the truth I've left behind

There's another losing diamond,
In every card I'm dealt
I'll be holding on to nothing
Until there's nothing left

Verse:

Every word my mama said
Keeps exploding in my head
Son, it's not too late to turn around

Remembering...when my daddy left
With all those promises...unkept
Me and my old man..... share common ground

Bridge:

Silence is the hammer...
Memories are the nails...
Every path to freedom
Becomes an empty trail

Heartache is the music
Every day... the fear
Too early for confession
Too late to form a tear

Chorus:

If lonely is a prison...
Lord knows I've done my time
From my lying destination
To the truth I've left behind......


Protected by copyright

Copyright © Chuck Melugin | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |

LET ME INTO YOUR HEART - EMOTIVE WRITE

I fell in love with you the second you were born With light brown hair and sapphire blue eyes I thought you were perfect! Over time it became evident that there was a problem Test after test showed that you had profound autism You didn’t reach your milestones like other babies There was no babbling; no social smiles only a vacant look in those huge sapphire blue eyes You were locked in your own little world just content lying in your cot playing with your fingers As you grew older you found comfort sitting rocking on the floor You hated physical contact; if anyone tried to hug you you’d go rigid Arms remained straight by your side like a soldier on parade It’s been so difficult to come to terms with the fact You will never say “I love you momma” or let me into your heart Fictional write for Let me into your heart contest Sponsored by Julie Rodeheaver 08-20-17

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |

A mother's treasures

A solitary piece the diamond
precious rare gem most treasured
by those lucky enough to hold
Once in possession it is rarely out of grasp
Like the gemstone the mother 
requires very specific conditions
in holding fast her (family/) childrens love
Treasured forever in her heart
she will go out of her way
to preen and protect them
holding them dear to her
deep within her maternal safe – the heart
closely guarded by the mind
Her infatuation of all treasures to her 
are totally understandable
especially when you think to the complexity
of structure and process taken in creation
Just as from the ‘unbreakable’ in ancient greek
this allotrope of carbon
with strength of bonding between atoms
is representative of that strong love
between mum and child
The maternal being could be compared
to the superlative physical qualities of the stone
Even the characteristic luster
of this gem so prevalent from its ability
to disperse light and colour
compared to the many strengths 
roles and qualities of the mother
seen by the many she deals with daily
A most high pressured job 
versus the high pressured temperature
within the Earths mantle
that forms the delightful rock it gives birth to
Infants delight and ignite the forbearer
just as the jewel would dazzle the room
a mother’s love encaptures the magical luster
of those she’s birthed and nothing
stands inbetween this richest of cargo’s

Copyright © Anna-Marie Docherty | Year Posted 2013

Details | Heroic Couplets |

YES, MOTHER

Looking back to memories bright,
I remember she’d teach me wrong from right.
“Clean your plate.  There are others who have none.”
“Do your homework, and let me know when you’re done.”
“Look at me when I’m talking to you.”
Yes, Mother . . . I hear you.

“Save your money for a rainy day.”
“It’s beautiful outside, so go out and play.”
“Let me show you how to clean and cook.”
“If you’re really bored, you can read a good book.”
“Don’t you know that I was young once, too?”
Yes, Mother . . . I hear you.

“Take some time to read this book, son.
I think it’s time you know where they come from.”
“Girls are spice and everything nice.”
“If you’re smart, you’ll take my advice.”
“You don’t have to do as others do.”
Yes, Mother . . . I hear you.

“My grandfather gave us all we would need.
When spring rolled around he would plant seed.
He shot game and lived off the land.
He wasn’t afraid to make a stand.
You could learn a few things from him, too.”
Yes, Mother . . . I hear you.

“I used to walk a mile to school.
It won’t hurt you to walk a little, too.”
“Do your chores and be nice to your sister.”
“Address adults as Misses or Mister.”
“Do you know that I love you?”
Yes, Mother . . . I hear you.

“Why do you want to be in a rock and roll band?”
“Be a leader.  Lend a helping hand.”
“How old is she?  What is her name?
Do you care for her deeply?  Does she feel the same?”
“Where have you been?  I was worried about you!”
Yes, Mother . . . I hear you.

“How many hours?  How much does it pay?
Think of your future.  In school you should stay.”
“Do you have food?  You’ve lost a lot of weight.”
“Be on time.  You shouldn’t be late.”
“Did you get the letter that I sent you?”
Yes, Mother . . . I hear you.

“You’re too young to get married.  Won’t you wait till later?
Yes, I think she’s nice.  No, I don’t hate her.”
“You need a good job.  Where will you live?”
“How much do you need?  How much can I give?”
“Isn’t life great when love is new?”
Yes, Mother . . . I hear you.

“I’m going to be a grandma?!!  You must be joking!”
“How’s the job going?  Are you still smoking?”
“We’re all fine.  How is she?
I was foolish to think she’d replace me.
Tell her that I’m thinking of her, too.”
Yes, Mother . . . I hear you.

“You sound funny.  Are they all right?
How long was she in labor?  Was it a long night?
She’ll be okay.  She just needs time to heal.
You’ll be a good father.  When was your last meal?
Give her my love, and to the baby, too.”
Yes, Mother . . . I hear you.

“Tell her not to fuss.  I won’t be a bother.
I remember a few things.  You were once a toddler.
The living room is fine.  You sleep in your own room.
I’ll get her some groceries.  Where does she keep her broom?
It was nice seeing you.  I’ll miss you, too.
Yes, Mother . . . I hear you.

“They’re growing like weeds.
I wish you weren’t so far away.”
“Pay attention to your wife . . .
A good husband doesn’t stray.”
“Call me if you need someone to talk to.”
Yes, Mother . . . I hear you.

“Get you some stocks, bonds, or an IRA.
If you stuff it under the mattress, that’ll be okay.
You must think of their future . . . and yours and hers, too.
It’ll take planning to see it all through.
Don’t worry about me, son.  I’ve planned some, too.”
Yes, Mother . . . I hear you.

“Are you happy, boy?  It’s important that you are.
There’s more to life than a career or a new car.”
“I’m proud of you and of who you’ve become.
You’re all that I dreamed of and even more, son.
But tell me the truth.  Did I ever get through?
Did you ever listen when I was talking to you?”

Yes, Mother . . . I listened.  I even took your advice.
In many of my choices, I didn’t have to think twice.
I haven’t always been as good as I could be.
There were times that I was glad you weren’t there to see.
Of one thing I’m certain . . . you passed a lot on.
You taught me to be caring, happy, and strong.
Your thoughts are with me in all that I do.
Yes, Mother . . . I heard you.

Copyright © Mike Shoemaker | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |

Son

You came to me on angels wings
Your smile was so divine,
I looked into your big blue eyes
Not believing you were mine.

With skin so soft and hair of down
You came to me that day,
And as I held you on my breast
You stole my heart away.

Sweet child if you could ever know
The love I felt for you,
As the years flew quickly by
That love just grew and grew.

So I’ll just quietly watch you grow
Into a man my son.
I want you to know what a privilege it is 
For me to be your mom.

Written by Brenda  Meier-Hans
2002
Gautami Phookans Contest:
The Sweetest Touches of Verse

Copyright © Brenda Meier-Hans | Year Posted 2014

Details | Limerick |

Elizabeth's Throne

Elizabeth’s Throne You still sit on England’s grand throne! For sixty plus years crown you own! Your subjects all wait— Will you abdicate? Will Charles make it to the King zone? © Sandra M. Haight 2015 All Rights Reserved ~1st Place Contest: Long Live the Queen Sponsor: Judy Konos Judged: 06/06/2015
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Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2015

Details | Verse |

LETTING GO

Last goodbye son it’s time for you to go
Every emotion was there on show
Trying to put on a brave face
Tears were falling; it’s no disgrace
It was time for you to fly the nest
Now time for you to show your best
Going away to study in the UK
 
God speed to send you safely on your way
Over the seas so so far away 

It seems like five minutes since you were born Now its time for you to spread your own wings I waved you off on that September morn I’m so proud of you son that my heart sings You’re leaving the nest Time to cut the apron strings Fly high my darling Contest Letting Go Three Form Style - Sponsored by Laura Loo 04~02~16

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016

Details | Narrative |

Polly got Words

Polly got words

He was five and going to start school.
His name was Paul, but everyone called him Polly.
He had only one interest and that was anything with wheels.
His mom knew that other kids his age new their letters and the alphabet.
Polly got bored fast when it came to learning the letters and had no interest in them at all.
He would play for hours with his hot wheels cars, clutched in his hands when he fell asleep.
His mom fretted over this, for after summer, he was to start kindergarten.
She had an idea of how he could learn his letters using cars.
She bought twenty six shiny, new hot wheels cars.
The roof each car she wrote a letter.

It was simple.
She said, this is the A car
When it starts it goes AAaaaaah
And this is the D car
When it starts it goes Dididididi
And this is the R car
When it starts it goes RrrrrRrrrrrr

He learned to recognize the letters and their sounds.
Creative parenting had succeeded wonderfully, and 
Polly got words


Sept 21, 2016

Copyright © Tanis Troutman | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

In The Late August Sun

Watching leaves cartwheel down
we meet at the bench
tucked under the trees, in the park

Unable to speak
I am feeling a squeeze in my breast
My emotions are clenched
with years of unrest
since that day that I left, empty armed

Still weak in the knees
I must sit while I watch 
this child, once mine,
sit cross-legged, in light
of the late August sun

His fingers unpeel
the paper, and twine
from the gift I have brought
from a little gift shop 
that I passed when I walked in the night

With the package undone,
he smiles up at me
and I see in his eyes
the wholeness of him
	
And I am strangled to say
the words that I could….
Would  I tell him the things
that would empty those eyes
of a soft place to land ?

Now he grabs for the hand
of the mother he knows
and I thank her with eyes
before I must go

I must leave him to her
and not say the words
that would follow him home for all time

I have broken away
any hold that I had
except for the one
that chokes out the sun
on a hot August day
in the late afternoon

A leaf tumbles down, then is swept by the breeze
Only here for a moment, then gone

___________________________________________________
A Fictional Poem Based On Contest: "Long Lost Family"

8/15/16
And for Contest: Personal Best of 2016
Sponsored by Frank Herrera

Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |

Why the Rose Bled

Parents so proud Four sons they raised From the Highlands of Scotland In the pre-war days On their crofts they worked Morning till night Unknown to them then Of a future fight The Germans have invaded A country so free Poland was taken The world shaken visually Britain declares war As our men enlist To rid the enemy As the fighting shifts Europe's engulfed In a feverish war Many are dying To comprehend what for The four brothers Sign up to fight As a mother will pray Every night Campaigns they fight In these theatres of war Witnessing horrors Never seen before In their garden at home On the family crofts A bed of roses With petals so soft Then one day With a passing glance A pink rose dripping red In deathly stance Their mother turns To the gate she looks Telegram in hand From the postman she took With trembling hands She opens with care Upon reading the message In tear laden stare Their eldest son In Africa was lost As many many others Deaths global cost Every day As she passes the rose It's pink petals bloom Her tomorrow's fear grows .

Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2014

Details | Couplet |

Marble in Columns on Green

On a slope graced with green
White marble stands in proud salute

For beneath these engraved pillars of memory
Lie the resting places of heroes

A solitary green fir looks down
As if sheltering the lost and the taken

So many names, from all walks of life
A father, brother a girlfriend or wife

On a sunny day, they glow radiant like their lives
On a dull day, they stand out against the greys

For the living, life goes on 
Tomorrow is another day

Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2010

Details | Free verse |

Why The Passion of the Christ

                                                            Why?

                                       As I follow the footsteps of my son
                                       My heart breaks at every word said
                                                     against Him

                                                     Why?  Why? 
                                         As my tears run down my face
                                  I vision,  tenderly cradling him in my arms
                                               when he was young

                                                       Why? Why?
                                          Does it have to be this way?
                              They only loved and worshiped Him yesterday 
                 What has happened in just a day to make everyone hate him so?

                                                     Why? Why?
                       As I take every step behind him watching him suffer so
            My legs want to fold underneath me of the pain in my heart for my son
                           For every blow he takes, for every time he falls

                                                      Why? Why?
                                      My eyes swell and my nose runs
                                from the suffering that my son is enduring
                and I am not allowed to get near him to comfort him in my arms

                                                       Why? Why?
                                            Please, let his suffering end
                  I can’t bear it any longer watching Him being nailed to the cross
                             I know it was meant to be, for our redemption 

                                                     Why? Why?
© Eve Roper 3/21/2015

Mary, witness to suffering with love and faith in "The Passion of the Christ"

Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2015

Details | Limerick |

Momerick

There once was a lady named "Mom"
Who had a hard time keeping calm.
But she knows how to sew
And garden and mow
And she's a farmer on facebook.com

She's a grandma to Mel and Harmony
She's a young wife for "Gramps" who's 70! 
She calms the waters
Of her four lovely daughters
And best of all she puts up with me.

Copyright © Jason Talbott | Year Posted 2011

Details | Rhyme |

Mother May I

Mother may I 
Go out and play
My child
Have you cleaned your room today

Are your toys packed away
in your toy chest with care
Yes mother yes 
its all in there

Did you make your bed 
like i showed you how
yes mother yes
may I go now

Yes son yes
after a brief inspection
son shakes his head
not what I was expecting

Never-mind mother
I'm going to my room
oh by the way
can you hand me the broom?

Copyright © Lisa Bailey | Year Posted 2012

Details | Quatrain |

A NOOK AND A STORY BOOK

Words spring out from under the cover Lets delve together into a world A place of magic like no other Where imaginations are unfurled A tale of fantasy and fun Where bubblegum trees touch the sky Animals talk when out in the sun And purple elephants can fly We picture the scenes in our mind’s eye Let our creativity go wild Floating freely like a butterfly Precious time for a mother and child Contest A Nook and a story Book. Sponsor Eve Roper 04 ~17 ~16

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016

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!

Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

Maternal Anguish

Wash me gentle in the river –
	Ease me on down with care.
I’m an emotional giver –
	It’s my song in the air.
Dry me smooth upon shore’s sliver -
	Warm away my despair.

Constant tears are in my eyes,
But I’ll deny that I cry.
God loves me inside and out,
He knows what I’m all about,
But I can’t settle the shout
That sticks down inside my throat
And threatens to choke me dry.

Emotions lacking corners
Have only circle borders
And trap me in feelings bleak.
Searching answers to know order
Leaves me sadly limp and weak.
First I prayed, but now I rage:
Oh, dear God, please turn this page.

World, you allowed darkness,
With its brutal hurtful hiss,
To maim the child life of his.
Harsh cruelness such as this
Brought me to my knees
With a Mother’s enraged pleas.

Wash me gentle in the river –
	Ease me on down with care.
I’m an emotional giver –
	It’s my song in the air.
Dry me smooth upon shore’s sliver -
	Warm away my despair.




Written:  February 21, 2016  
Judged:  May 8, 2016
6th Place in 2nd Chance Contest 6-16

Copyright © CayCay Jennings | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

Thank you mother

I must confess!!
my mother was not there
when i needed milk from somebody's breast

Probably she was feeling stress -
daddy used to beat her down
living marks from the face to the chest

Eventually mom left,
living behind two sons;
i must believe she thought it was best

To do not worry about the rest -
she kept on going forward
and buildup a new nest

I'm not writing this for you to criticize
but rather
for you to analyze   

That i had realize!!
You couldn't ever gone back
to get hurt and be utilize

So you came to the deep south
with only one purpose;
not ever going back to the devil's mouth
 
If i was you i would have done the same,
but again, what about my sons
you know what, don't take the blame

Mother is alright!!
I am very thankful
for i am very bright

Thank you again for giving birth 
two beautiful sons;
worth introducing to the planet Earth

Copyright © Diogenes Zuniga | Year Posted 2009

Details | Couplet |

REUNITED

Mother and son
After forty years
A new life
They have begun

They were apart
For so many years
It was impossible
To count and keep track
Of all the tears

It all started
When he was six years old
There were no schools for his kind
They were told

They searched and searched
And finally found
A place that would accept him
But it was far away
In another town

The sad day finally arrived
His father was ill and could not drive
His brother drove the car
His mother and sister
Traveled along with the small lad
To the new place afar

What they had to do
Was not
A pleasant thought to think
Out of this cup
They wished
They did not have to drink

They realized the time
Was drawing near
They would leave this precious child
In the hands of strangers
Which, he would no doubt fear

This would not only be a school
To train his fragile mind
But would also be his home
For an indefinite period of time

They finally reached their destination
They entered the new world
With great anxiety
And heart felt anticipation

The thought occurred to them
To turn and run
But they realized
They must finish
What they had begun

After the questions were answered
After all the papers were signed
It was time for them to go
And leave the little one behind

They turned to walk away
With tears running down each ones face
As the child screamed
‘mommy don’t leave me in this place!”

Not a word was spoken
On their way home
Each was dealing with this
On their own

He stayed at that home
Until he was eight
Then he moved closer to his mom and dad
Which was great

At the age of ten
His dad passed away
That left his mom alone
To make sure he was taken care of
And that he would be okay

He moved one more time
To a state facility
This would be the last
The next will be
A home in the community

This would be his family
Which he really never had
To share his good times
Along with the bad

Words cannot express the guilt
His mother must have felt
Because her child she had not kept

She did the best that she could do
And no one – but no one
Judges her wrong or untrue
Everyone knew she loved him
With all her heart
And cursed the day they had to part

He is older now and so is she
It is now time for her
To be placed in a state facility
She feels it is payback time
For sending him away
Now….
In this awful place
She will have to stay

Her mind is sharp
Her will is strong
She will not give up
Until he is gone

She prays the day will come
When they can be together
And she can make up for the wrong
She feels she has done

I am that sister
That made the long trip
That dreadful day
I now take care of these two precious people
And found them a better place to stay

The day is finally here
Forty years later
Mother and son
Are again together

She has survived death
Many times in the past
Living for this moment
Reunited at last

She wants to make up for all
The time they were apart
And become the mother
She feels she never was
And make a new start

They are now living together
In a place of their own
With assistance from others
They finally have a new home

They are living each moment
As if life has just begun
Finally reunited after forty years
Mother and son

So much laughter and so many tears
So much has happened in the last 10 years
Just seems that time has flown by
And now it is time for the
Big….
Reunion in the sky

Daddy went home to be with jesus
Almost 47 years ago
Then sonny then mama and then last
Was betty jo

No more suffering and no more pain
Gordon will be with jesus
And….see mama and daddy again

With open arms and joyous hearts
Betty and sonny will be there too
To welcome gordon home
With his mind and body ‘all new’

Gordon, you gave us much joy and happiness
While you were hear on earth
Now you can enjoy life abundant
And receive your rewards
For all you’re worth

Let our hearts not be sad
For you leaving us
But be happy for you
For you are now perfect
And….best of all
You are with jesus

Let us live our lives the best we can
And know
We will someday see jesus too
….and gordon again

In life we loved you
In death we grieve
We will see you again
This, we truly believe

Thank you gordon
For all the lives you touched
And
God bless you…and reward you much


By:charlene solitario
Bd july 1997
Ad july 2008

Copyright © charlene solitario | Year Posted 2016

Details | Dramatic Verse |

The Other Mom

I was laying on the beach
On a hot August morn
A sudden pain in my gut
I knew that something was wrong
It's Eddie.  I felt it so strong
I Picked up my cell and I called
The emotional pain of it all
My body curled up in a ball
I sat up again to be sure, 
the solar plexus was sore
Why to I question these signs
I know that there isn't a cure
For the feelings I want to ignore
He never answered the phone
I packed up my stuff and went home
I worried all day and all night
The sunrise brought more than just light
The loud banging began at the door
I peeked through the blinds to be sure
There were cops all over the street
Guns drawn made the picture complete
I opened the door full of fear
Oh my God!  Why are they here?
My heart dropped, I wanted to hide
When he said "Sgt. White, homicide."
Is your son home he wanted to know
With his foot in the door I said no
Do you mind if we just have a look
And I backed up after biting the hook
They swarmed through the house 
Guns up in the air
Upstairs to his room
They looked everywhere
My solar plexus was right
I'm glad I came home last night
But where did he go?  I needed to know
His innocence still in my sight
The officer said have a seat
Let's talk about where he could be
A boy was found dead in the street
A witness put Ed at the scene
Don't worry he said as I pulled my robe tight
Your son was a victim of robbery last night
I know he's afraid to come out in the light
I didn't believe him.  But I knew he was right.
My son was afraid and now I knew why
He took someone's life who's mother will cry
He was just seventeen a year younger than Ed
Why do these kids seem to be so misled?

What happened that night is a mom's biggest fear
A child was lost in the drug war I hear
The exchange in the alley of weed for the cash
Was a set up to rob him of all  that he had
When the kid put a gun against my son's head
Said 'empty your pockets' or soon you'll be dead
He had no idea that the pocket was packed
With a 38 special protecting the cash
The rest of story is packed in a box
The panic, the fear, the action, the shock
He emptied the gun and ran for his life
While Nicholas bled on the pavement that night
My heart cries to God asking why must I be
The mom of the kid who killed her baby
I cry for her loss as if it were mine
I beg her forgiveness, and I offer her mine.
You don't want to be either one of these moms
Our children at risk, a sign of the times
God please shine Your light on this good Earth today
We're all human beings who've just lost our way.

Copyright © karen feist | Year Posted 2008

Details | Rhyme |

A faded leather notebook

A faded leather notebook filled with lines he'd never read
  Was never far away from where he slept
The book that she had written since her love was but a seed
  A book so full of her he always wept
She never let him read it and he teased her every day
But now he held her poems as he missed her every way

Each page is filled with all her hopes her love and yes her dreams
  Each verse is filled with him in every line
His life is now an ancient suit that's split in all the seams
  Each day another step on his decline
She was the only reason that he woke up every day
The woman that he loves and now he misses every way

He tried to read the sonnets that his son said were so sweet
  But never could he read beyond the first
For all the lines were tortures his endurance could not meet
  With every word he thought his heart had burst
She had written in the notebook at the end of every day
And her poems are the loving that he craves in every way

And now the leather notebook lies there clasped in lifeless hands
  He'll never read the verses of her heart
But his mourning son beside him has a soul that understands
  His father never had the strength to start
He will treasure all the poems that were written every day
They're the story of his parents whom he loved in every way

Copyright © Jeff Green | Year Posted 2009