Best Great Mother Poems
P-oetess, who is so GREAT and LOVELY
O-n the pedestal, I look up at her with so much glee
E-verything she writes are splendid and they all inspire me
T-eaching me unique writing styles, drawing me to pen more with piquancy.
D-estroyer is a nice name giving me good impressions
E-ncouragement through her comments, destroy all my writing inhibitions
S-o grateful that heaven brings her as one of my precious gems
T-ruly, I will forever treasure her in reality and in my dreams
R-ight here in my heart and mind, I sincerely admire her
O-h, what a great mother, grandmother and also a sweet friend and sister!
Y-earning to meet her someday, I still wonder
E-nchanting names she has are giving me puzzles
R-esolve my doubts, who is Skat and Linda who has the same name as her bf forever?
Written: Sept. 6, 2012
10th Place Winner
Contest: Curiosity Killed the Cat Harry Horsman and Mandy Tams
Judged: 10/3/2012
Poet Sponsor: Harry Horsman
Roberta lived on this earth for so many years!
Was a great mother, wife, and grandmother, too.
A long and fulfilling life with joy, completion and no fears.
I was a bridesmaid, when she married my first cousin.
A match truly designed in heaven!
Their life filled with fun,music boating and events by the dozens!
God called Roberta home, this cold wintry day!
She was gravely ill and had to go.
Roberta! So very lucky to see your God, without delay..
Farewell and hugs, your life was one loving awesome show!
To my Cousin Dennis~compassionate husband and so sweet a soul!
12/15/2020
Condolences and Tribute
As her loving caregiver, Dennis, I know you are shedding tears.
We were all raised to know that we all will be in heaven.
For that we do know, that is the prized, golden, final goal!
~Peace and love, Cousin Dennis~
Love, Cousin P.
I will not be another statistic
out on the street without a dime to my name
I will not be another out cast
Who can't go into a store with being looked down on
I will not be someone's deadbeat baby mama
My kids will have a dad who is married to me
I will not be your excuse
For every wrong thing that goes wrong in your life
I will not be misused
Like some rag to blow your nose
I will not be abused
Like the constant alcohol you drink
I will not be the victim
of the bottomless, self-righteous world i live in today
I will be my own person
standing strong and tall above those who try to bring me down
I will be the painting
to look at for comfort
I will be the leader
that leads my people to the great victory that they need to be in
I will be a lover
One who will cherish my husband like no other
I will be a great mother
to my kids forever and always
I will be forever standing tall
no matter what this world brings me
I will turn this world upside down
AND I WILL NOT GIVE UP
I AM AFRICA
I am a mother not a murderer
Patronage of numerous natural resources
Filled with beautiful creatures are my tropical
My heritage, adorned with glorious cultures
In the forest of the night I form
Seeds of great black minds
I am a mother of many gold medalists
Guardian of prolific writers
My sons and daughters are recognized through the ink of their intelligence
I am the virgin land of habitats and wild life
I am who I am
I am the great mother Africa
Fifty-four nations have me
Enriching with tribes and traditions
So favored by nature I boast
That my foes demands my departure
Tears of regrets I now shed
For my seeds have dispatched and torn me apart
Where abides my seeds I seek
The ocean of Democracy I adopted
Now lies astray with confusion as its mat
A dirge I present to you Democracy
Is my own world a different universe
Depressed I am in this silent captivity
Savoriness present in the face
But sadness, my daily food
Hope still stands in the future I believe
Admiring the consequences of the present
My aura shall once again romance
what have been laid bare
The milk of my breast is still breathing
Come and suck with caring honesty
My Philosophy of Neo-welfarism by Zik of Africa
Seeks to harmonize ideologies
Leopold Senghor of Senegal appeared with his Negritude
To rediscover and awaken our culture
Kwame Nkwuruma still lives
Through his Philosophical Consciencism which opposed capitalism
The great Ujama principle of Julius Nyerere of Tanzania
Continues to rule
I still have Achebe; who still advises from the depths
Adiche and Wole are still living legends
I sleep in silence in pure delight
As the brown dust turns to green
As daylight breaks and jet sky turns to blue
I wake up refreshed of glorious dreams
O! My great seeds; Never let me exist outside existence
The Dressmaker
A woman with overflowing kindness, patience and vigor
All- in-one: a dressmaker, sewer and a tailor
Devoted herself unselfishly to her family and neighbors
Her endurance and sacrifices are up to the core
A woman of household light, a very good wife
Her divided attention and care was sometimes our knife
A great mother and granny denouncing our strife
You’re brothers and sisters-her kind words are rife
A woman who seemingly doesn’t know how to rest
On siesta hours, late at night…still stitching at her best
Sewing draperies, garments, repairing them the least
She’s a great dressmaker and mom who’ll not turn down a request.
Copyright2016Leonora Galinta
All Rights Reserved
April 5, 2016 4.10pm
We see her all around us, We hear her if we choose to, We feel her in the air, in the very water, She is all around us. She holds all things in Balance. Good and Evil, Death and Rebirth, The Predator and The Prey without her Destruction and Chaos will prevail. She is the Great Mother and she has been calling to us, but only a short few have answered her call.
We live in a time and age where Money, Greed, and Power has taken over and humanity has lost all sense of what truly matters. Our Ocean's are Polluted, our Air is Contaminated, the Forests are being Destroyed, the very Soil we walk upon has been Tainted, the Animals Cry even our Crops have been Poisoned.
Mother Earth is Crying, Mother Earth is asking her Children to Awaken and let go of Money, Greed, and Power. Mother Earth is asking to Clean our Ocean's, to Protect our Forests, to Protect our Wildlife, Mother Earth is asking to Clean our Air, to Clean our Soil and Crops.
Respect the Mother, Respect the Earth, It is the Home you Live In, It is your Only Home, Keep it Clean, Just like you Keep your house or apartment clean. Without it nothing else will exist.
A
Big, Beautiful Birthday
Card is
Delivered
Especially
For you,
Great Mother Dear of Mine!
‘Hope
I send so much
Joy in your life.
Kisses to you are given with my
Loving thoughts and prayers,
May you have a
Never-ending strength from God to
Overcome trials and face life’s challenges.
Presents from me to you --so special
Quickly, I send them all. Here they are!
Red roses along with my
Sweetest birthday cake,
Today, I now sing you a natal serenade.
Undulating voice in the accompaniment of
Violin, (recorded)
Wishes are deeply from my heart, Oh mother dear!
Xylophone you bought in my childhood years
You will hear me again plays, “My Mother, My Queen”
Zappy Birthday Party now, to you I bring.
©2015Leonora Galinta
All Rights Reserved
( I love you so much mom! Thank you so much for my life and everything! May you live long my mother, my queen)
July 18, 2015 11.50 pm
Eleventh Place
Contest: Abecedarian
Judged: 7/23/2015
Sponsor: Poet Shadow Hamilton
music
music
music
silence-knot
silence-knot
silence-knot
thread-channel-wave
thread-channel-wave
thread-channel-wave
sea sea and sea and mouthful and drowning
and salt in the algae
and brilliant and resplendent mist
and salty tears
in each rotation towards oxygen
and salted water in the collapsing ovaries
bursting bubbles in the anchor
and seminal sweet waters in the sea
in each rotation towards oxygen
and waterish tears in the glassy sand
and crystals in the algae and organs
and honey in the brine
of the great mother-father fluid
Red Petals Of Everlasting Love
Perfect couples united in a Holy Matrimony
Entwined by God in His most divine harmony
They built a home in the fortress of true love
A salubrious place, their most comforting cove.
Lulling over a lake of serenity from the start
Sustained by faith and fidelity deep in the heart.
For being steadfast in love, in their conviction
Over the years, no squalls razed their foundation
Relentlessly, they look forward for future boons.
Blessed now they are with lovely and talented children
In their sacrifices and patience, dreams will be on hand
Nurtured kids by their great mother and father
God loving and fearing ones, blessings to all others.
Red petals of everlasting love rain from the sky
Outpouring over these two hearts’ boundless tie
Matrimonial bond - an oath to God forever
Eternal amorous affinity they’ll never surrender
Lifetime creases their body, it doesn’t matter.
©2016Leonora Galinta
All Rights Reserved
Feb. 14, 2016 6.05 pm.
-Sharing a a poem as my Valentines gift to couples (my cousin and his wife).. An earnest request giving me the title, “ Everlasting Love” but I added words on the title.
CELTIC LOVE
The paths we take under the eye of god
and universe, but some consider odd
Great mother Dana, knowing everything,
help us to grow, into a birth of spring,
and know from where our lonely feet have trod.
In Celtic roots, from shores of Normandy
we came from long ago, a time called history,
made weary from the Roman and his sword
in seeking vengance, as if they were lord,
and Ireland is the place we chose to be.
They layed to waste all things we'd ever known
spared not one child--their hearts were solid stone
and Caeser put us out to where we choose to be
here in our emerald upon the sea,
to where, great mother, only you had known.
The Wicca way, so deep out of our past
now comes of age, as if a spell were cast
to love all things, and have you at my side,
the only place where two in love can hide,
here in the only dream to ever last.
You'll be as much a part of all of me
as anything in life could ever be,
and we shall honor all and everything,
each to it's own, our destiny might bring,
and everything in life we'll ever see.
Forget my name, remember just my way
of loving you both every night and day
We'll have it all, if we can realize,
that all we want is here before our eyes,
and all we need is here, and on our way.
© Ron Wilson
This is where black breaks open into bright bleeding feeling
as souls suffer the fire of flesh to enter arena Earth screaming
searching the ether for Adam and Eve's answer to forbidden fever
while angels wear snake skins of war to remember the carnage of this theater
and demons adorn their horns with the rose thorns of newborns,
in the blue garden of aging Eden every breath has a burn, every flame forewarns
denuding knowledge of it's pretenses, unveiling appetites and their prices,
we begin to realize that the Great Mother is a killer as well as a provider for our vices
feeding us the fruits of fortune along with the fate of decay
building our bones, branding the brain, electrifying, crucifying and rectifying our clay,
she communicates, educates and fascinates with looks of lightning and sandy kisses
the Mistress of Lucifer and Christ, she supplies the wood, nails and rain for our wishes,
civilizations rage, rumble and crumble in the judgment of her storms
there's mud and rock for every foot of fury, a cave and castle for all who defy the norms,
in her imperial urn she will cremate your eyes in flames of crude oil
baptise hearts in pools of rose water filtered through eons of soul soil,
her gravity will grind you to the ground where grief grafts prayers from tears,
in the sanskrit of sunrises she will summon songs that give your love ears,
this cradle and cataclysm of her erratic elements is where hearts are born and buried,
Earth, a womb and tomb of ancient bloom, oasis in eternal space where life is carried -
J.A.B.
Dear World,
I get so frustrated at you for the hate, wars, and violence;
Sometimes I could just scream.
I shake my head and walk away in silence;
And remember Martin Luther King Jr.'s dream.
I get so sad how apathetic to the plight of others you've become;
I cleanse my sorrow with tears.
It must be comfortable to be so very numb;
Or so frightening to surrender your conscience to fears.
What has war produced for the human family?
It made some very wealthy to tally up the score.
Shatters Mr. King's dream of world wide unity;
So even more can die, fighting a politician's war.
This is your world, this is my world too;
It is the only one we really know.
If we are many and they are few;
Can we not let seeds of love grow?
Oh world isn't there more to life than money?
You can't take it with you when you die.
Life is but a journey;
We are but mere travelers you and I.
Don't kill in my name to satisfy your separatism;
I will have no part in anything that harms another.
Living with a hateful heart is a self made prison;
And I have too much love for all who live on our Great Mother.
Oh Great Woman of all Nature
Mother of our Divinely blessed, sacred Earth
Your beauty has kissed my lips
with the splendor of your clear, sapphire skies
The golden, moon bathed Sands
that are gently caressed
by your crystal blue clear flowing rivers
Your gentle rain that ascends from the Heavens above
to delicately soothe and blend
with tears that flow from the broken hearted
Your moist, emerald green hills
filled with enchanting, lovely flowers
of every elegant shade and hue
I have beheld the splendid beauty…
of your green weeping willow's gracious bows and limbs
of iridescent greens and golds
that whisper gently in your swaying, languid winds
I have witnessed golden eagles fly so gracious and free
in your pictorial, periwinkle blue skies
I've feasted my eyes on the sublime splendor
of your enchanting, golden harvest moon
as its elegant beauty paints a rose, gold, splendid image
so deep within my mind
All your violet-blue endless horizons
Your smoky, gray mountains so grand
in the rose blue cool light of dawn
Your chattering bird songs in skies of azure blue
The fragrant scent of amber gold pinecones
in the sparkle of the crystal clear early morning dew
I pay Ode’ to you Great Mother Nature
for every golden ray of sun that warmed my skin
that hangs brilliant and dazzling...
in your glorious skies of cerulean blue
My great-grandmother is sitting
outside in the winter sun,
with a double-felted deel,
snow white hair,
and a hat,
just taking it in.
I play at her feet, and I
make a racket,
running fast about,
I raise dust in front of Great Mother,
whom even the birds ignore.
The quiet fire in her gentle soul
was once very fierce they say
but all I see when I look at her,
is the calm warmth in her eyes,
while I play at her feet
with the clouds, rocks
the desert spirits, and the sky.
She moves with effort, no complaints,
she takes upon all the worldly cares
feeds, clothes, and shelters me,
fetching and tending,
to food, water, and fire--
Ah, fire, they say, she broke hearts
of men who rode over mountains
who crossed icy rivers;
and they say, she knew,
Knew, and her hair grew more gray,
when five of her seven children--
the exact moments they each died.
As I play with the clouds,
the rocks, the desert spirits, and the sky,
I know my Great Mother--
she lives in them all now,
somehow in that cold winter sun, she's still
sitting there with a double-felted deel, and a hat.
As I play at her feet, running fast about
sometimes I glimpse her snow white hair, and,
she takes upon herself
all of my worldly cares.
CELTIC LOVE
The paths we take under the eye of god
and universe, but some consider odd
Great Love of Jesus, knowing everything,
help us to grow, into a birth of spring,
and know from where our lonely feet have trod.
In Celtic roots, from shores of Normandy
we came from long ago, a time called history,
made weary from the Roman and his sword
in seeking vengance, as if they were lord,
and Ireland is where we chose to be.
They layed to waste all things we'd ever known
spared not one child with their hearts of stone
and Caesar put us out to where we choose to be
in Ireland, an emerald upon the sea,
to where, great mother, only you had known.
The wicca way, so deep out of our past
now comes of age, as if a spell were cast
to love all things, and have you at my side,
the only place that two in love can hide,
here in the only dream to ever last.
You'll be as much a part of me
as anything in life could ever be,
and we shall honor all and everything,
each to it's own, that destiny might bring,
and everything in life we'll ever see.
Forget my past, remember just my way
of loving you both every night and every day
you'll have it all, if you can visualize,
that all you want is right before our eyes,
and Love of Jesus put it here to stay.
© ron wilson aka Ron Arbuthnot
aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet