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Details | Ode |

Mother's Bookmark's

My thoughts they roil like waters dark 
in the abyss of blackest night, 
with memories of mother’s bookmark,
of Longfellow read by lamp light.
She called, in the room around me,
the patter of other small feet.
Her gentle voice fetched angels	.
Oh, the rhymes, they astounded me 
like lullabies soft and so sweet.
All fearsome shadows, she’d dispel.

Maxine, my queen, read Tennyson
and the Charge of the Light Brigade.
A little girl dreamt of caissons
roll, and thunderous cannonade.
To be so brave, the small child mused,
mother her precious, heroine;
what would it take to stand so strong	
without father, and not confused.
What words could be the linchpin
to right mother’s tell-tale wrong.

Such sad inspiration, mother,
oh, how I wronged you by being born,
though I loved you above all others.
Some thoughts of you make me forlorn.
Bring back the tales of mother goose,
three small kittens and their mittens.
Return the vision of your smile
the happiness your warmth induced,
let your spirit comfort, lighten
night, if only for a little while.

Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2013

Details | Quatrain |

Ode to a rose on a sunset

A kiss from a rose on a sunset night,
as the clouds dip into the sea.
A kiss from that rose as the waves fall,
over the beach to a rose kissed me.

A kiss from a rose on a sunset night,
as we wrap in lovers embrace.
A kiss from a rose as homeward we go,
to a bed clothed in satin and lace.

A kiss from a rose on a sunset night,
with passion and warmth do we grasp.
A kiss from that rose that blossoms and blooms,
my hand in her labour pain clasp.

A kiss from a rose on a sunset night,
that wanton and curvy young bride.
A kiss from that rose that huddles our babe,
so loving, in motherly pride.

A kiss from a rose on a sunset night,
without whom I'd not share my life.
A kiss from that rose who selflessly filled,
the place of my darling rose wife!

(c) anaisanais - A M Docherty - Wales, United Kingdom. (7/8/2013)

Copyright © Anna-Marie Docherty | Year Posted 2009

Details | Ode |

For Mama

She showed me the clouds
and how to walk on the ninth one. A dreamer.
In the absoluteness of her mind, no barriers
exist within existence
as if her battles have
been won. I think she craves to fly,
past those clouds---another possibility
to make possible, a challenge
to challenge. Or dream about.
She probably thinks that when I complain
I cannot see the clouds,
the way she did when things got rough
in life. Of course, I beg to differ.
She dreams. I live. I don't
keep my eyes on clouds all day
as if there is nothing else to see
to make me understand the world better.
I suppose I'll rest one day, exhausted
by the what-ifs and whys, while Mama smiles
and points upward.

Copyright © Nikkia Roberts | Year Posted 2014

Details | Ode |

Sweet Daughter of Mine

So beautiful, lovely and sweet from shiny hair, to dainty feet; Your pretty smile and innocence rivals the moon’s incandescence. I treasure times when we can feast on storybooks, bored not the least; At tea, content with lemonade, and cookies topped with marmalade. Daughter of mine, eyes full of mirth, my heart sings praises for your birth.
*inspired by Eve's painting and a letter I made for my daughter around 5 years ago. 16 November 2015 Kim Patrice Nunez Oil Painting Contest - 2nd Place sponsor: Eve Roper

Copyright © KP Nunez | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

Ode to my son on his 28th birthday

When I looked up at you the other night
I saw you coming through the door
Framing it with your amazing smile
steadfast, self assured, a happy man
A happy Dutch life with Irish sea-kissed roots
Not just a European but a world class man
As you stood before me, I felt such pride.

When I think of you, I see my little boy blue
Forever young, blond mop, those winsome sky eyes
my spry child, intelligent, forever questioning
hyperactive,  mischievous, a little dare devil
your smile, a mile wide in times of trouble
I see you holding your teddies Ruby and Rupert
Tractors, diggers, broken engines brrrrrrrmm.

Your love of engines, paid off after all
as you shifted gear to driving instruction
For a guy who showed no interest in being a scholar
Now you are the teacher, with a flurry of pupils
I think it works better, this way around.
Your greatest gift is your love for people
Your greatest asset, your winning smile

Keep on living and loving as you do
You view life through a positive lens
Becoming a mother hit me with a new perspective
An appreciation of life, when I gave you yours
Together we grew, and continue to grow
In love and respect, now and forever.

Copyright © Eiken Laan | Year Posted 2011

Details | Rhyme |

An Ode to Turkeys

An Ode to Turkeys
     By Dane Smith-Johnsen

There was a time, year one thousand A.D
U.S. turkeys faced a brand new plight.
Usefulness seen.
Native American's hunting delight. 
The white meat of a turkey is quite lean.
So much healthier than man knew before,
Nothing one ever could say,
In any way,
Would make Americans free turkeys anymore.

Thanksgiving comes and goes.
Wild turkey gobbling slows.
Ben Franklin watched their plight.
Nominated, though laughter did flare.
Turkeys beneath the moonlight
Were beautiful out there.
Ben suggested, turks as the nation's bird.
But eagles know, it was not so.
And turks in history endured this nations birth.

Although wild turkeys can run fast and fly,
Toms might in spring be found.
Fluffing, dancing around.
Caruncle and waddle shiny, bright red
Courting the hens, showing off, prancing, not dead.  
Although turkeys fly strong,
The hunters by day kept watch in the fields.
Until, Old Tom, no more sang passion's song
And hens under bushes sat on eggs long.
When chicks hatched out and played their mother shields.
But on Thanksgiving Day...
Run away!

Note: Carolyn, thanks for the video suggestion.  It is very funny.  I decided to post the link 
here.  The HISTORICAL one is found at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w1213z9KHNs  
(TIME HEALS ALL: We do LOVE you, MOTHER ENGLAND... from you we were BORN.)
The HYSTERICAL one is found at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JnLyqBtU_F8


Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2009

Details | Ode |

Sand Storm

We will finish this Task 
Come what may
Wasting away the beauty of our day
A dark cloud of contempt
Winds of lies in the air
Lightening beating our souls bare
Where is the Sorrow
Is Their any Empathy at all
To Author this Storm
Is beyond comprehension
Dust can only Fall........

Copyright © Ninette Carey | Year Posted 2014

Details | Ode |

Ode To Mother

I've seen a face with a thousand flowers
With eyes as pure as the dew
A happy face in my relaxing hours
With a heart thats pure and true.

The loveliest thing is to be loved by you
For you're the greatest love of all
You're the moonlit sea on the starry blue
That stirs me on to stand tall.

In you I've found that precious friend
Rare a pearl in this darksome world
Comfort sweet when stuck in the den
From a loving heart as pure as gold.

So thanks my love,for being you
That sacred royal blossom
Words can never express,my love so true
My friend,my dearest mom.

Copyright © Mustapha Mohammed | Year Posted 2013

Details | Ode |


Thank you for being the greatest mom to us.
For all the patience and love that you gave.
All those sleepless nights when we were kids.
For sending me to school,until putting a medal on my neck.
I hope I gave you pride to all those years.
I know, Mama though you're not speaking.
I can see the weakness from those eyes.
Please forgive me when I made you cry.
I've been a foolish, I made mistake.
I failed to finish my studies and reach my dreams.
Eventhough I fall, you still lend me your hand.
Helping me to stand and save me from the ground.
I remember one day,when I became a mom.
You were there beside me, and hear my baby's cry.
I saw the tears from your eyes,saying these words to me.
"My daughter, you have paid all the things you owe from me."
Now that we're both moms, you never left me.
You were there on my trouble, reminding me to be strong.
The one whom I caved in, a wings cover me in storm.
Mama, how can I repay you for all the good things that you've done?
I promise to take care of you now 'til the twilight of your time.
And be a mother to my children the same thing as you did.
Thank you, Mama...I'll stand strong for you and my kids.

** 1st Place Winner in Leonora Galinta's Contest: Poem For Mommy**

Copyright © Aiyah de Torres | Year Posted 2014

Details | Ode |

Remembering my Mother

Now when I think of you
I remember the last years 
You helped me to recover 
A place I never could have reached
Showing me the true love of my mother
No matter how hard I pushed away
By my side you would stay

You helped through my hardest time
Forgiving my life's mistakes
Devoted yourself to my recovery 
We grew closer than I ever remember
We had moments together
That will last forever

I still can't believe 
When I recovered
The fatal illness
You were diagnosed 
That would take you from us
But my memories will never be taken 

As I pass the cemetery walls
To see your final resting place
You will always be on my mind
Kneeling here I think... 
Are you watching over me
From someplace far beyond

Copyright © Matt Forshay | Year Posted 2015

Details | Ode |

My Mother

The day I was unwrapped. JAN. 27 1995. I 
was named Landon and as I cried heard 
your voice and looked into your eyes I was 
pronounced as your son, and you as my 
mother. From the very day I took my first 
steps. From the very moment I took my 
first steps. I was a son walking to his 
mother my mother. The day I realized that 
you were also both mother and father. 
That day you was pronounced a strong 
leader, my mother. Picturing you as a 
mama bear raising two cubs. Wandering 
through the world protecting us making 
not any sneaky wolves snatch us up. Not 
only you was my mother, you was an 
protector, our guardian angel haha, my 
mother. Those days where I was taught 
something about not always having to 
fight and those days where that belt was 
on my mind and it always keep it right. 
And to always to hold on to my dreams 
and my wishes and that I don't need to 
spit game to get all the girls attention. I 
looked you as a teacher, my mother. 
Those days where you had told me 
improve on things and get better on the 
little things. I use to hate that but also 
looked at you as my coach, my mother. 
Days where we decorated the Xmas tree. I 
will never forget those things that you got 
from me. All those special days I looked 
you as my Santa haha, my mother. Their 
were also days of frustration. And their 
were so many times where we went at. If 
arguments were drugs we were attics. 
Frustration to anger. Anger to sadness. 
Sadness turned to apologies. Because I 
knew no matter what you loved me 
unconditionally. Because you were my 
mother. This poem I wrote for you was in 
the walls in my brain but it was in the cells 
in my heart. And no other women could 
tear our love apart because I love you, my 
mother. And a reminder to all the single 
mothers. Don't let the stress and the panic  
drown you and take you under. 
Regardless if you a black single mother, 
white single mother, Mexican single 
Asian single, don't let the stress and panic 
consume you and take you over.  Because 
I don't regret the day I was named Landon 
and God never promised us an easy life 
but he did promised us a safe landing 
haha. May your daughters look at you as 
queens and they are the princess and give 
her an example on how a strong woman 
should be. To all single parents I salute 
you. And to my mother unwrap my gift I 
have for you. I love you my mother. Merry 

Copyright © Landon Browning | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

Ode to my daughter on her birthday - 26

My Sarah
When I looked at you last week trying on your new boots
Those almond eyes sparkling at something new, a gift
I saw my little pink girl, a princess, playing dress up again
Your long hair draped your high cheekbones
Life still a game, tinged with drama and theatre 
As you look for fun in all your pursuits!
A player in life with a passion for cooking and music
You have become a kind, loyal, vivacious young woman
Self assured, grounded with a love of tradition
I looked at you and felt an overwhelming pride.

Sunday’s child is ' bonny, blithe, good and gay' they say
Befitting my Sabbath girl, a model child of few demands
Your bedroom a vast sea of Barbie and friends
A Passion for story-time and books
Your Dutch life with Irish sea-touched roots, 
You are a real continental
A great scholar with degrees in Law and Psychoanalysis
You have found your true love with Luis, a Spaniard
As you both prepare to leave the Emerald Isle
I wonder at the achievement of you!

Copyright © Eiken Laan | Year Posted 2011

Details | Ode |

Ode to earthquake -w

	(My ode to Earthquake is an irregular ode. The ode is written in
memory of an earthquake that took place in Gujarat State (Kutch Region) 
of India in the year 2000 on the Republic Day of India on 26th January.)


What a day you chose, Grandma Mine!
To quake, to move, to shiver, to shake
Thereby to ravage, to savage, to shatter,
The celebrations of Mother India Republic Day.
A female snake eating her own children!
What bad karma those school children had done?
What configurations of the planets took place
In the natal charts of those thousand killed?


Million years ago you jolted and rocked,
Opening up the Atlantic & creating Indian Ocean,
Delinking India from Africa and Sri Lanka.
Those oceans are widening & the Pacific shrinking.
Will North America & Asia drift into each other?
The twelve plates* mate and hate each other,
Caribbean to Cocos & Indian to Eurasian.
Your wanton ways to be taken as blessing in disguise?
Your natural acts as great levelers? Or
HE made the world to fit best to create & destroy.


On the scene I met a man, a mattress maker by trade
Living with parents and two toddlers.
With debris under the rickety shelter,
The toddlers lay motionless covered with flies.
The third did not see the light of the day,
Journey made from mother’s womb
To that of the earth,
Amalgamating from dust to dust,
As his wife eight months pregnant
Died when the house collapsed.

Standing now on the roadside,
People throwing food at him from trucks,
The mattress maker without a mattress!
Brooding over the rigmaroles of the politicians,
Remembering armed gangs with choppers,
Cutting the fingers of the dead for a gold ring.

Feeling the tremors and shocks of the quake,
Cries, cracks, quacks fresh in his mind still.

Dr. Ram Mehta
 Second place winner IN
Contest:In Honor of Constance "Forms of Poetry 101

Today India is celebrating its 64th Independence DAY

* There are twelve plates of our Mother Earth.

Contest:In Honor of Constance "Forms of Poetry 101
A lengthy lyric poem typically of a serious or meditative nature 
and having an elevated style and formal stanza structure. 
A classic ode is structured in three parts: the strophe, the antistrophe, 
and the epode. Different forms such as the homostrophic ode 
and the irregular ode also exist.


Copyright © Dr.Ram Mehta | Year Posted 2010

Details | Ode |

Wings Of The Son

It hurts
it hurts bad Ma
are they gonna break my wings
don't let them clip my wings Ma
don't let them do it!
I want to love so powerfully, 
do they understand what love is
they'll try to burn my heart alive
you know it don't you!

I used to get so scared Ma
I could feel the acid on my ribs,
not anymore though,
thank you for giving me diamond wings Ma,
they haven't burned my wings yet
they're never gonna do it
I have the divine passion and wisdom
they can't destroy me,
now my hurt swells into love glory!
Thank you for bleeding for me Ma -


Copyright © Justin Bordner | Year Posted 2016

Details | Ode |


On the wings of two angles I was brought into this world…
My mother and father I’ve called them since my birth

To their arms I ran when I first walked…

When my heart was not calm

Their love would come…

When no one believed
They saw what others couldn’t see
When I would cry
With a calm sigh they would smile
And the whole world would stop and the pain would die…
They taught me not to lie…
They taught me to be human…
On the wings of two angels I was brought into this world…
My mother…her beauty puts the stars to shame….
My father…his heart stronger than all the men…

I thank my lord for giving me
The biggest treasure on this world,
Love that is clearly out of this world…
Thank you. 

Copyright © Zeki Majed | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |


It  seems the angels were singing a song,
And their melody pleased God’s ears;
Singing of to whom such love belong,
They could subdue all pain and fears.
He asked them about who became
Possessed of a kind of love so grand.
He was told of the sweetest mortal name
That  ever satisfied the hearts of man.
The dear name “Mother” God then heard,
It giving sound to the throb of His heart,
As if such a title was that preferred,
And such a figure so  honored in classic art.
My own dear mother was second to none,
And enjoys her deserved Elysian rest.
Thus since down from heaven came the Son,
Her role and function is eternally blessed.

Copyright © Albert Price | Year Posted 2011

Details | Villanelle |

CHUBBY LITTLE GIRL: Ode to Bria Samone

I love her joyful smile, her hair in 
A plump round face with chocolate 
on her nose,
for she's her mamas' chubby little 

What better gift for me in all the 
wrapped in pink with lace and 
purple bows?
I love her joyful smile, her hair in 

Brown stains caress her mouth in 
one great swirl,
with a drop or two I saw upon her 
For she's her mamas' chubby little 

"I made a cake for you" she says, 
the whirls
around the room before she strikes 
a pose.
I love her joyful smile, her hair in 

"A cake for me?" I ask the precious 
I touch her sticky face and spotted 
She'll always be my chubby baby 

Hand in hand around the room we 
when we stop, I laugh and pull her 
I love her joyful smile, her hair in 
For she's her mamas' chubby little 

Copyright © TaMara Goode | Year Posted 2013

Details | Ode |

Momma Has Dementia

Momma Has Dementia

I miss my mother so terribly
yet, she still walks the planet today, 
still looking like herself, her smile and her laugh
but her thoughts are only on yesterday.

But, let me look back at her life to see
what I can find, 
there is morality in the raising of her girls and
and courage when her loved ones were dying.

As a teenager when my heart would be broken
by some unfaithful boyfriend of mine, 
daddy and momma would dance to break off my sorrow
wanting again to see my face to shine.

She has always been so independent
and such a hard worker to, 
taking such care of daddy and my sisters and me
so in my heart I praise the Lord gratefully.

Then the fun we have had out shopping
and together going to foreign lands, 
sightseeing and visiting and all parts of the trip
just having her with me made it so grand.

For you see, good parents are hard to come by
in this wicked world of ours,
so I know that mine was Heaven sent
and by the Father’s hand they were lent.

And when her earthly life is over
and her time to leave here has come, 
I know that she’ll be with Him in Heaven
for she has trusted in God’s only Son.

Written by:  Marilyn S. Jennings
Momma went home in 2012

Copyright © Marilyn S Jennings | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |

A mother lover's Ode

smoother than most, all moving no boast, shooting a moon to toast, to our beautiful host
revolving no doors, just opportunities score marking the entrance ways pores
balance implored
fracking a lack of communication crashing breaking backs and racking our foundation
till were screaming take it back
unpacked and all out, dig deep for the fall out, kettle blackened from potty mouths,
busted missing a tea spout
pour me a gallon of chandon the whole sip for your front lawn, till the bottles dry
like jokes from monty python
silly satans salivating sighing and spraying your favorite simon's saying cause piles of money and ego feed are waiting for the generating
nothing new under the sun but above clouds I found me some, cause ignant bliss still exists even if you wear a cummerbund
tell all your facts and try to catch my glazed eye, cause compromise can be the do or die, to where ever future lovers lie
this blueberry from space ferry might fit in a test tube in perspective
or we just miss the point why evolution was so selective

Copyright © Davin Payne | Year Posted 2013

Details | Ode |

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.


Copyright © Naldeem Bout | Year Posted 2013

Details | Ode |


mother earth,
When would you stop feasting on our bodies
Stop your children and relatives
From killing our children and relations.
Our heart bleed thousand times in horror
At the lost of our brothers and sisters
But, there you are happy and joyful.

Your body fresh and beautiful
Our relations bodies made it so.
Is death your brother or nephew?
Is sickness your sister in law?
They all work hand in hand with you
Causing mayham to human kind.

Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust 
Soul to soul An eye for an eye
Life for life.
You give and take from us 
I understand, but spare us a little 
With  few minutes discussion 
With your brother, death
Perhaps we may cease to toll and mine on you
Or maybe we dance the atilogwu 
To appease your spirit for peace 
So that you eat no more.

feed once annually
twice biannually 
Each morning and night
We commit our people in tears to you 
When will you stop the unfinished festival beyond
May your speck of sunshine decrease.
Your people betrayed our emotions 
Torn apart by two feelings 
Yet we learn not from the past voice 
Dust to dust we all must go.

Copyright © john chizoba vincent | Year Posted 2014

Details | Ode |

Mother Ocean

Froth and foam, time and tide...
Ah, the motion of the ocean.
‘Tis the source of my heart's longing,
The place of my soul's belonging, 
With it's push and pull...
Ebb and flow.

As time and space go rambling on...
At your shores, the same time and space
Stand halted...
Your maker and mine exalted...
By your push and pull...
Ebb and flow.

At times I find myself longing,
To become one with you,
And your knowing of life's beginnings,
Both old and new...
And the days and years of all your learnings.

To find myself wrapped up, 
In your fathomless embrace,
In all the ways you have kissed me,
With the currents of your passion…
Your endless days, the mystical fashion,
Of your push and pull...
Ebb and flow.

Yet how shall I fathom, 
Your unending endlessness?
And how shall I counter, 
Your impartial fury?
Most certain am I that it will bury,
And erase, 
All that is and leave no trace, 
Of that which is and was to come.

For man who is blind, sees only your wealth, 
And not wholly that, 
But that which he deems
As wealth.

Till you, left naked and raped, rise...
To reprove us, to open our eyes.

Only then do we see, 
T'was meant to be, 
That you, and I and we,
Are made as one.

And as to you, unto us is done.

Thus to us is done for sure, 
Till blindly stumbling we find this cure:

That those who shall possess you, 
Shall do in setting you free.

And to them is your grace, 
To them is your passion, 
The depths of your soul and the endless fashion, 
Of your timeless, enduring mystery.

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Copyright © Kenneth Kirkpatrick | Year Posted 2014

Details | Ode |

Mum's the Word

I heard a little secret
I'm not about to tell
Then again, on second thought
I guess I might as well

The greatest gal that ever was
I'm sure you would agree
Sons and daughters everywhere
Would feel the same as me

Is one who loves without a doubt
Or any strings attached
And when it comes to caring 
Her love cannot be matched

And so it stands to reason
That mothers are so great
And grammas even greater
Sometimes they just can't wait

Copyright © Mike Martin | Year Posted 2016

Details | Ode |

Memorial Tribute

Mother you,
Mother you so beautiful your are.
Mother you,
Sweet mother you are to me precious.
Mother you, Mother you are,
Mother you are the world to me.
Mother your gracious, Mother you are.
Mother you have always been my super star.
Mother you, Mother you are.
Mother you are now resting in the arms of Jesus.
Mother you I miss you so very much.
Mother you are my mommy, Oh how I love you so very much.
Mother how much in sorrow I am left in this world without you.
Mother you, mother you are to me.
Mommie you are, my mother you are. 
Mother I will always love you.
My Mother,
Peggy Ann Chandler.
You are you.

God Bless You
I will always miss
and love you.

Copyright © Cheryl Chandler | Year Posted 2014

Details | Ode |

Family and Friends

Family, the enemy of our souls wants us to believe
The lie that we are alone
He wants us to believe
That we are treading hopeless road

But the cloud witnesses who urge us on
Tell us another story
The road we tread with light and beauty and fellowship
My friends, we are never alone

Written 09292012

Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza | Year Posted 2012

Details | Ode |


Ode To ‘Mother’ Creator ©
Not only is it a marvelous happen chance in being able to have ‘shares’ in Mother Nature’s flora creations 'first hand'---
But, we are then granted to sit before her, these ‘set tables’….
She, as our ‘hostess’ serves ‘up’ an endless canvasing ‘kaleidoscope’ set for our eyes only!
She tempts us again and again, into a fevered ‘hunger-fest’ to (pig-out) by and they are very much ‘ready’ with such ‘food for thought’!
 She has intuitively displayed her indulgent ‘realm’ to overrun our 'minds' eye….   
We are prearranged to touch, taste/smell and become a convert---
It is; as true, loyal, ‘voyeurs’ we now give our undivided attendance, when we are all invited to her 'seasoning’ assemblies….
Their wholeness is made perfect, even into their ‘finally’ timed performances!
Her uses and gifts work miraculously to brightening 'up' her shadings and tonalities towards her abundant-folding true colours and her 'achievements' are (forever) complemented upon---
Whether, it is in her fauna show of velvety, satin and silky petal-flowers spending titillating fragrances
Or, by use of her seasonally ‘varying’ cycles, in 'all' her weather modes; she always will spend, all her wonderment  and excitement--- towards her spectacular works! 
Her numerous ‘paint-box’ colours with their different scents and shaded consepts are definitely.... crafted, in alluring us feverishly,  into inventive crazed acts--- 
Just like the moments, when a (newly) box of crayons, first opens up and invitingly nudges the painter and writer forward.binging 'us’, to recreate one's own bountiful displays with worded colour and paints…. 
Thus, with our 'first hand' wonder/mental experience, “Mother’  has never 'giifted', (a questionable) blank canvas to work upon!
We are a growing world-wide nature loving group, enamoured to (dabble) our time away, 'within’ her 'ecospheres'--- 
We have also ‘gifted’; as well, to oiur 'public', family an friends many of our exhibited works….
 Our own ‘piece-meals’ are proudly admired and profitably ‘feasted’ upon! 
Many wonderful invites are sent 'out', for all to come and attend our (tabled smorgasbords) --- 
‘Mother’, must be as proud and pleased when taking note, of all the vast, interpretative and varied (personal) worked styles we have made, in her likeness….
she has ‘qualified’us her pupils, in her stead, to such ‘artistry’ freedoms!
We have been ‘branded’ her slaves; as only a true slave driver can do---
We are meant to go through with our own ‘humbling’ efforts willingly.
Our need and desire to please and honour her great gifts, by these, our gifts are surmountable!
Our enthusiasms, to share our ‘Mother Nurtured’ talents among one and all to salivate and savour, is indeed a two-fold 'forever'gift and made much more---  
We can only hold her responsible for our inspirational madness every day, days in and days out throughout time….  
Mother Nature, we thank you for the power you have given us again, and again and again to learn, create and live in your world.
We are indeed, our own 'self-appointed time keepers and guardians to your ‘star studded 'forevermore''garden! 
My writer’s mind speaks ‘never’ enough words to paint your magnificence---
There are not enough means, to ever do you justice….
Our word/plays and colourful paintings are but a ‘stitch’ to your ‘dressed’ canvases! 

A true lover of Mother Nature’s works.
Artist and poet writing with ink and paint!

Copyright © Diane M Quinlan | Year Posted 2015

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*The Mother's Day Poem*

such rare jewels
And givers of life....

They extend a guiding hand in pitch darkness to lead 
Their children to a beacon of light. A constant presence 
In the lives of their children come rain or shine 
Through success and failure. In sorrow, mothers wipe 
Their children's teary eyes with a comforting smile.

Mothers are stalwart pillars of support and love for their family. 
They greet their newborns with joyous beaming eyes, loving them 
Prima facie. Unconditionally, continually, they love their children 
From the cradle to the grave. Mothers are the glue that hold 
Families and households tightly together

Possessors of the most tenders of shoulders to cry on, to lean on. 
Possessors of hearts that beat with patience and understanding
Blessed with hearts easy to love and cherish. Possessors of arms 
Ever ready and eager to caress. Mothers are natural role models
Teaching their children right from wrong. 

Mothers shower their children with fruitful advice and
Life lessons. Shielding them from all shades of harm. 
Watching them grow and blossom into adulthood
Lending them mighty wings to soar across troubled oceans and seas
Over foggy mountains and glens, over seemingly insurmountable 
Obstacles day in, day out

Mothers are indeed such rare jewels.....

Happy Mother's day, mom!*wink*

Date written: 05/08/2015
Date posted:  04/12/2016

Copyright © Edward Ibeh | Year Posted 2016

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 Honour whom shall we raise high
With her i always stand and sigh
Your love is what i see at home
To whom shall you be made known?

Cleopatra-can she ever stands your tide?
The mediator o! She stood the time
She is a way easy and safe to Christ grace
And intercessor of the worn out age

She is of heaven alma-mater
Tabernacle of our lord and master
O! Virgin our gracious mother
Full of grace humble and greater

Etal Gracias Light

Copyright © OJOBO EMMANUEL | Year Posted 2012

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Ode to the woman

Woman, you are most beautiful within you.
When you show wisdom that is treasured in your heart.
When you proclaim the truth to save lives,
When you give with compassion,
When you open your heart and consider those in need.

Woman, you are most beautiful with your soft voice.
When you give gentle answers that repels anger,
And say the right words that give comfort.
When your tongue gives wisdom and good advice.
When your voice sings to comfort the downtrodden and entertain the fun lovers.

Woman, you are most beautiful with your gentle touch.
When you heal and close the open wounds.
When you softly pat our backs with comfort or congratulate us.
When you multi task at home and out to produce warmth and creativity.
When you sway your hands to direct the lost and persuade the confused.

Woman, you are most beautiful with your distinctive sense of smell.
When you choose the right spices to cook a good meal.
When you pick the correct fragrances for specific occasions.
In the garden, when you pick the best flowers to brighten our lives.
When you are able to smell trouble, wickedness and avoid it. 

Woman, you are most beautiful with your wise foresight.
When you are able to predict events to come.
When you see unique things and make the right choice.
When your eyes are able to pierce through the hard hearts.
When your eyes smile with love and exude light amidst darkness.

Woman, you are most beautiful when you lend an ear.
When you patiently listen to the frustrations of others, and
When you understand and are able to give good advice.
When you listen to God’s guidance and act accordingly.
When you hear the cry of the needy and are able to help.

Woman, you are most beautiful with your delicate stride.
When you pave the way for others to walk.
When you step out in fashion and set trends.
When you walk with pride amidst the battle.
When your footsteps echoes and set an example.

Woman, you are beautiful

Copyright © Mpho Kgaswane | Year Posted 2016

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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.


Copyright © Naldeem Bout | Year Posted 2013