Best Lovemother Poems
“If a child's mother be wisdom, his Father is pleased!”
The word of wisdom is mother as love,
If child’s mother is found in wisdom’s words,
Mother speaks wisdom from Father above,
Lively mother exalts in life’s word surge.
As child partakes in milk of it’s mother,
His exhale wisdom of her, shall promote,
He bonds with her, she shan’t ever smother,
She shall correct errors of foolish quotes.
`O hear the words of precept, "Agape",
“Enter into pathway of narrow strait,
Manifest wisdom, concept Love’s copy.”
Concept the precept, the Immaculate,
Ponder a pathway for beautiful feet,
Deny strives of boils in festers of seethe!”
For contest: Mother
In Honor of: Constance La France
By john moses freeman
My Mother Was Love
My mother was love
Her love spoke soft and gentle with words
Loud and fierce with her heart
We knew her grace and patience
As a mother, daughter, sister, wife and friend
She loved the parents who crossed an ocean
To make a better life
She loved her brothers and sister
Who kept her young in laughter
She loved her children
Who she didn't always understand
But still accepted and embraced
She loved her husband
Who took care of her
And she, him until he left this life
She loved her friends
She loved bingo, even though she seldom won
She loved doing puzzles, reading and rummy
She loved to sing
Whether standards, or The Beatles
Singing moved her, and we smiled
When she lifted her voice
And our spirits, in song
She was glamorous and beautiful as a movie star
Yet wasn't above making funny faces
She bore emotional and physical pain
With dignity and quiet courage
There is a picture of a waterfall
With a quotation from Corinthians
That hangs in the room I slept in last night
That says what I've been trying to say here:
"Love is patient, love is kind.
It does not envy, it does not boast
It is not proud"
So I say
My Mother Was Love
November 1, 2009
To my Husband,
A bringing of myself for understanding and pardoning of the days I fail him:
( Then I think, will I be passing on the cycle of not being enough?
Will he understand that it is I who is never enough?)
Yet I still need to apologize, for coming to him incomplete:
(For coming to him broken and asking him to fill a void he never made;
it's inherited from a generation of women who were never enough,
and I was never apart of it all...)
I need him to know he completes me in ways I can not alone:
(That it is when I am with him I am whole again;
That it is when we are apart that I find my self alone.
That the emptiness is inside me and not us.
That he fills the emptiness and takes the rawness of losing her away. )
I want him to understand why at home I fail at making a home:
(I'm immobilized in loneliness into waiting alone ;
Waiting on someone to come home.
Waiting on my sisters to come home,
Waiting on my Mother to smile again,
Waiting on my Mother to get off from work,
Waiting on my Mother to get better again.)
I do not want him to misunderstand my issues:
(I want him to understand they are mine alone to fix;
So I can be whole for my son.
So I can give to them the completeness they give to me.
These two boys who gave me back life, I live in the now for them)
I need him to understand the loneliness is not from him:
(I'm alone because I still grieve her loss and mine
I'm alone because she left.
I'm alone because they left.
I'm alone because every one has to leave
and I fear living past their leaving.)
I want him to know my love for him is Forever
(That even without words I know he has that love for me
The one that forgives before the transgression is done,
and forever is an eternity assumed for infinity.)
Black and grey, white decends the hymn of heaven, we fell for fools in this game, we lost
with prideless toughts, show me how long does it take to die, my wishes are below the earth
we walk, mother of Jesus, mother of all hells, mother of Lucifer, mother of all heavens, we
have stoled the queen of heaven, we have torned her name and slipt her troath, we are the
devils of our gods, we sin for pretty pleasures, bring this to my knees and spit to my face
the evening i die, family of faceless childs, I have stolen the evidence of this hollowed story,
that for now we decend this devils apetite to cruel oblivion...
For the one i once confied...
Att. Crow(TLMS)
Long time ago, in the little market of Venice, Allen and his mother had a little bakery.
Allen was only seventeen years old, his father was a baker and he had died because of illness.
Allen was only a reason for his mother to live life happily.
Both Allen and his mother were work hard and together so, they were famous as compare to
other bakeries in all over the market. Allen was always use to make heart shape on a
cookie, as he want to present his love daily to his mother.
One day, a young girl came at their doorsteps, she was looking very sick and poor, she
said that, my name is Olive, I have no one in the world, i am alone and very poor girl, i
want to work, please ma'am give me a job, i will do the best to serve your bakery. Allen's
mother was a kind lady, she agrees on her request, after that, Olive had very happy as she
found some open treasure. From the day, Olive started to work in their bakery as an assistant.
As same as Allen, Olive was also love to make heart shape on a cookie. By working
together, they were loving to each others. Allen's mother had known everything as she is a
mother and she was very happy because she observed that Allen have a family now.
Finally, Allan and Olive got married. After five years, Allen's mother had also died.
Allen had three children, two boys and one baby.
Now they are famous cookie bakers in all around the Venice city as, Allen & Olive cookies.
To the shadows of forgotten ghost
Let us all propose a toast
Wasting away their lives in the pen
I once shared in the banquet of sin
I often think of the people I know
Warriors who once shared my soul
Back to back we fought on the yard
Prison made us all cold and hard
I receive letters almost everyday
From damn good men who are wasting away
Asking favors to which I must comply
Taking flowers to mothers who break down and cry
I often taste my own broken heart
Consoling a mother who is falling apart
I have many mothers know it is true
But my own mother I never knew
Just try to inhale the pain of my plight
I have to deliver more flowers tonight
Dear Lord have mercy for heavens sake
I really don’t know how much more I can take
I feel pain few people ever know
As I let the tears soften my soul
Gaining strength from the good Lord up above
So I can offer another mother a moment of love