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Premium Member Halloweens of Old
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                                I remember when Halloweens
				Were all tricks and no treats.
				The farmers for the most,...

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Categories: mammas,
Form: Narrative
Our Reproductive System
Long bearded men
Each needs to read a chapter from handmaidstales
One in  two of us are women
Our reproductive devices are own
Men of church leave our  vaginas
Out of your remit
To your dogma
We won't submit
 
We alone will choose to be a mamma
And mammas among us
Are...

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Categories: mammas, abortion, anger, betrayal, religion,
Form: Rhyme
Queen For a Day
If I were queen for a day I would sit on my thrown
loving myself and all that I own
being pampered from head to toe
traveling worldwide whereever i want to go

If I were queen for a day I would live in a castle
living the life of...

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Categories: mammas, day, fantasy, life,
Form: Rhyme

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry



Our Reproductive System
Long bearded men
Each needs to read a chapter from handmaidstales
One in  two of us are women
Our reproductive devices are own
Men of church leave our  vaginas 
Out of your remit
To your dogma
We won't submit

We alone will choose to be a mamma
And mammas among us
Are...

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Categories: mammas, america, betrayal, people, political,
Form: Rhyme
Bear Creek '98
_ a symphonic, folk rock, blues song
1.
I'm an old man looking
For the lost, best parts of me.
I'm an old man looking
For the lost, best parts of me.
I'm looking in the places
Where the people say love is free.

I went to the fest.
It was ninety eight.
I was...

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Categories: mammas, change, conflict,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member I Am Not His Property
I wake up with a great startle.

My Obama EarthTribe CoOperative WinWin GlobalVillage Dream
was merely my hibernation.
I dreamed we share richly valued properties from healthy-wealthy African Elders,
but awake, once again,
only to painfully remember
I am now merely His disinvested property.

I have become enslaved by His addictions to...

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Categories: mammas, body, culture, dream, earth,
Form: Political Verse



Mama Take Me Home
Mama take me away from blood
kiss my cheek as mammas should, give 
my breath to those who died, wash my 
tongue for times I lied

Sooth the souls of comrades dead, into
battle bravely led, take my hand and lift 
me free, let me walk neath apple...

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Categories: mammas, mother, son, war,
Form: Free verse
Meaning of Nothing
More money makes themselvs better,
Such fancy cloths and shoes made with real leather,
They judge not knowing what happens behind the curtain,
They dont see the lost soul hidden,
Beneath the skin holds only darkness within,
Unless you have seen the absolute nothing you cant imagine,
You cant fix the...

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Categories: mammas, appreciation, beautiful, bereavement, blessing,
Form: Lyric
Love Rebounded Part 2
They devour each other 
Their excuse for infidelity: familiarity 
How can it be wrong? 
Both taken, both taking 
Sickly forbidden fruit 
Followed by titanic guilt 
So much wrong 
Damage...done 


She wants to know he loves her still 
He insists she leave her new lover 
‘But...

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Categories: mammas, life, lost love, me,
Form: Carpe Diem
Melancholy
hiding in the lap of this field,
i can hear your barrel
knocking at soil,
chuckling at my 
ramshackled dreams
it was you ,man
you was my brother once ,
younger son of my mother,
i can smell mammas 
umbilical cord ,
when you throttle my heart,
pierces through my veins,
pouring chemical fumes
at my...

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© Sneha Nair  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: mammas, animal, betrayal, brother, death,
Form: Verse
Bum Named William Prologue
I met a bum named William. I sit with him today. We're on the corner of Quincy and a street called McKay. He'd been there for some years now and no that's not OK. He wears a tear stained shirt and on some trash he...

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Categories: mammas, america, culture, depression, giving,
Form: Blank verse
Premium Member Mamma's Don'T Let Your Baby
Mamma's don't let your baby

Mamma's don't let your baby
 grow up to be a poet.
With their broken heart out on their sleeve
writing words to make sure that you know it.

It starts with a love poem or the first brokenhearted.
Keep them close to you and don't...

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Categories: mammas, analogy, character, children, conflict,
Form: Free verse
I Wont Tell Mom
i wont tell mom you snuck out last night 
since you're in such a fright 
still a little un polite because you got in a fight 
i didn't tell you to sneak out last night 
but hey you better come at me correct 
i aint...

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Categories: mammas, mom, me, night, light,
Form: Free verse
Mt Mother's Voice
I rode by that old home place yesterday
And noticed that the grass and weeds were tall
I stopped the car and sat upon the wooden doorsteps
And I thought I heard my mamma give me a call
She said supper’s on the table, come on in son
Wash your...

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© Will Karry  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: mammas, feelings,
Form: ABC
Go Tell Your Mother
I’m tired of sad stories from others and lovers and those who want to make me 
smother in their dramas.
Don’t they know they got mammas?  Maybe their lives are filled with dramas and 
traumas from when they was in pajamas.
But sometimes even as a...

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Categories: mammas, friendship, life, love, people,
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Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry