Best Matriarchs Poems
My childhood started to end when it’s power began to show.
With a trash bag and shovel, into the forest we go.
My first, father buried under a tree.
Watching and realizing, one day it will be me.
Every dog since then, holding them as others push plungers,
So that my best friends, wouldn’t have to die alone with strangers.
At twenty, in a parlor, lays a friend’s five year old brother,
Seeing God in the eyes of that child’s mother.
I can still see her standing beside his little coffin.
Now with kids of my own, I think of her often.
Understanding faith and how it will get you thru,
And respecting other’s choices on just what is true.
The family’s new patriarchs and matriarchs have buried the old.
After two generations, memories start to grow cold.
As my shadow grips me tighter with pain and in mirror.
With every day’s night, in my bed, it snuggles nearer.
On the units of my profession, souls lay in procession.
Crossing many shadows in a day with acts of compassion.
Peace at the hour of sleep with Ambien,
Theirs to keep until waking up to the truth again.
Wiping the tears that run down their face,
When words can’t give what is in an embrace.
Timed by the critical numbers in lab values,
Giving the Artisan no rest from monuments and statues.
Morphine when breathing becomes a battle,
As their disappearing shadow becomes a rattle.
Soon their eyes are frozen in a blank stare.
Auscultating a heartbeat that is no longer there.
Masters give illusions of sleep in a viewing.
In mediums and dreams they are still living.
Headlights of touched souls, in parades of cars,
Belies among Sartre’s roles, the only one that is truly ours?
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Contest: Any Sad Poem
Finalized: 11.03.15
Sponsor: Broken Wings
Placed: 2nd
Poem Written: 12.10.14
Categories:
matriarchs, death, funeral, growing up,
Form:
Rhyme
If one’s mother-in-law is a woman Hitler, the father-in-law might be a fatal whiner!
Horrible women are sure to abuse
the spouses who bow and scrape to such shrews.
Merciless, malicious, manipulating matriarchs make mere mortal meek men miserable.
Dec. 17, 2015
Anagrams: Mother-in-law/woman Hitler; father-in-law/ fatal whiner
Categories:
matriarchs, humorous,
Form:
Couplet
THE BUTTON-BACK NURTURERS
…. debt-ridden emotions and emotion-ridden debts –
Oscar Wilde on the Irish
Mothers and matriarchs, you toy the gutted room
Where sensibility is decaffeinated lace
Tireless in your role of martyr and your zoom
Lens to condemnation before an act takes place,
Your constant servitude serving only gloom
Creating recognition of what we all must face,
Death itself, never exhausted, a loom
On which your tapestry is woven, mace
Broken with your unbroken shadow. Love’s vroom
Never gets off the ground or into the race
And is absent save for endless debt, a womb
Of ever-diminishing returns, and the plain case
That you can’t own others, is yours alone to ponder,
In your violated abyss with its pain and rage and wonder.
Categories:
matriarchs, age, anti bullying, depression,
Form:
Sonnet
Elephants, Wolves and Chimps, Oh My!
In Africa, young elephants are sweet.
The matriarchs remain the leaders of
their group, and youngsters help these elders eat
when they’re too weak to chew. Now that’s real love!
In packs of wolves, the boss is Mom or Dad.
It seems as if it’s in their DNA.
The parents snap or growl to show they're mad.
The pups back off. They do not disobey!
Young primates also do as they are told.
They’re very sociable, and studies show
the young pay more attention to the old
to learn the things that monkeys need to know!
Too bad when human parents growl or snap,
some kids talk back or do not give a crap!
Nov. 29, 2017 for Michael Vacek's
Sonnet with a Twist, Nature's Lesson to Humanity Poetry Contest
Categories:
matriarchs, leadership, nature,
Form:
Sonnet
Oh, if I were an elephant
I sure would march around and rant
with loud and deep instructive roar
demanding mostly to implore
my fellow elephants to find...
all matriarchs and males combined...
some ways to camouflage our prize
and make them dull to human eyes.
Though we are dark, our tusks are white;
stand out in leafage day and night.
For them, we're martyred every day.
Perhaps there is a better way?
When good men tag our floppy ears,
they could then calm our deepest fears...
and paint our tusks a camo green
so through the brush cannot be seen.
Sandra M. Haight
~NA~
Contest: If I Were An Elephant
Sponsor: Mystic Rose
Judged: 12/12/2016
Categories:
matriarchs, animal, corruption, death,
Form:
Couplet
A mountain breeze was flowing,
as I sat by a stream along a road,
feeling the gentle coolness
against my sun-kissed face,
getting relief from my resting spot.
A mountain breeze was flowing
as I looked and saw the airy breeze
swaying among the matriarchs
of the dell providing a shaded canopy
with the heat of a summer day.
A mountain breeze was flowing,
as birds felt the gentle coolness
among their feathers making
them soar majestically against
the perfectly blue and cloudless sky.
A mountain breeze was flowing,
as my senses were at ease,
enjoying the solitude and peacefulness
except for a scolding squirrel who on
occasion reminded me I was in its territory,
1/25/18
Categories:
matriarchs, mountains, nature, nostalgia,
Form:
Verse
It took us too long,
but eventually
we noticed Republican women
and Democrats both women and men
often preferred to spend about twice as much on domestic education
and defensively proactive mutual health care assurance
as compared to international defensive co-investment,
too often reduced to the militaristic over-industrialized budget.
And, of that international relations budget,
about two-thirds for growing cultures of healthy peace warriors
and maybe up to one-third on policing criminal offense
with cooperative co-investment intent.
So,
the domestic and educational security matriarchs
formed cooperative ecopolitical networks
for governing inside these fifty States,
while the more WinWin patriarchs
tried to mutually dominate
a more Left-Right Brain and Mind and Incarnate Body
of harmonic global co-investment networks.
Both internal and external cooperatives
rooted in Lovelock and Margulis double-binding
chemistry as also synergetic microbiology
producing Gaia Hypotheses of CoRevolution,
flowering in Golden Rules Revised:
Do not not ecopolitically flex and do
as you would have your great grandchildren remember like you,
with kindness,
contentment,
grace of awesome love,
continued abundant co-investment
in regenerational strings of polypathic mutual promise,
positively imagined in our retrospective matriarchal-patriarchal future,
multicultures of health-balancing wealth.
Categories:
matriarchs, culture, earth, gender, health,
Form:
Political Verse
The year of my parents dreadful divorce
Lived with Mom and Aunt in another state
Changes came coupled with countless remorse
Feelings you just couldn't anticipate
On farm of two hundred green acres
Included barn, bats and dog named Happy
Bare back horse riding was there for takers
Maple trees juicy, tastefully sappy
That Christmas year was strangely different
Cousins, matriarchs and I rejoicing
Group of us managed to find reverent
Home made gifts of hide and seek, songs voicing
For me, 'twas a year full of sweet and sour
Testing our resilience and power
11/06/2017
Categories:
matriarchs, happy, sad,
Form:
Sonnet
You look in your monochromatic mirror
and see a Lincoln Republican.
You read,
"You can fool some of the people some of the time,"
but not all the bicameral folks
all of their deep sacred ecology listening time.
But, you stopped at the HalfTime comma
which felt like giving permission
to step toward twittering condemnational rule
by fake news
confusing to distract,
denying to belittle
in your SaveFace Book of Conflict Management
while issuing Orders
not fooling anyone for any anti-health and safety constitutional time
at all.
You hope you are like Lincoln.
Yet he tried his WinWin best to avoid Civil War;
which means he did not do his WinLose supremacist best
to start an UnCivil Revolution
of Mutual WinLose Destructive Devolution,
competing against all NonUSA
NonWhite
NonJudeoChristian
NonAlphaDog Matriarchs,
as preferably servile bitches.
Lincoln thought it politically irrational,
although perhaps economically necessary,
to enslave and rape and sex-market black bitches.
You see the "perhaps economically necessary"
as Lincoln giving you permission
to ignore your own politically toxic intentions
to actively harm those who share your Elder Matriarchal
regeneratively nurturing
Organic Tree.
You, The NakedDonald,
are no Abraham Lincoln Republican.
You do not even pretend to speak softly and listen
while carrying a big stick.
You speak as loudly and often as possible
so there is no time for your LeftBrain Dominant Ego
to listen to your own RightBrain laughing
at the image of you not only carrying,
but nakedly waving for all to see your biggest stick.
You are AntiLincoln UberSupremacist Republican,
which means your SuperDaddy BadBoy CombOver Act
is alarmingly unhealthy and unsafe
in a WinLose Oval Office,
acting like a Rabid Elephant
in an on-line Glass House of EgoCentric-Only Mirrors,
which the Constitution intended to remain WinWin
Ego/EcoCentric Mirrors,
both on-line and off,
within Earth's WinWin healthier than WinLose
Reality ReGeneration/DeGeneration Show,
in which all Earth's Multiculturing Empires
wear only WinWin EcoPolitically ReGenerative Clothes.
Categories:
matriarchs, confusion, culture, games, health,
Form:
Political Verse
Plagued with signs of aging
Only the eyes bore a semblance
These were faces I used to know
Yet I barely see a resemblance.
Hair that once was wavy and long
Now barely grows in sprinkles
The face that never had a flaw
Now creased with lines and wrinkles
My eyes slowly traveled the room
Trying to look so nonchalant
Reveling in all the rounded figures
Sporting an out-of-date bouffant.
And to think I once was jealous
And made to feel so out of place
By this very group of matriarchs
Without a sign of youth to trace
How gracefully I’ve aged
As I compared myself to these
How much younger I appear
I’ve sailed the years with ease.
The sound of voices intermingling
Draws me back to reality
Scarcely believing what I’m hearing
They’re saying the same things about me!
Categories:
matriarchs, funny, life, nostalgia, parody
Form:
Rhyme
I
Twelve tribes and apostles
for Comprehensiveness
Eleven steps to Heaven
Start with The LOVE Command of Jesus
Who ALONE in the Universe fulfilled The First Ten
II
Ten, let's say it again
The Complete Expectation of Heaven
For God is Holy, Holy, Holy
And twice He gave Moses those Ten
III
The number for Patience is NINE
God's Patience Before Judgment
While we abide in Jesus, True Vine,
And thus bear Nine fruit of the Spirit
The last digit before the SHUNYA
That cousin of INFINITY from Hindu and Buddha
(SMILE: You will get over it; we have Infinity to argue)
IV
Let me sing of the Number EIGHT, shall I
The end of a week, then Circumcise
Even Jesus was circumcised on Day Eight!
And my Old Week, the Old Man, bury
On Day 8, so New Life - wine -born again
Begins. Even 800 spells "FAITH" in Greek, and "LORD"
V
From the Seven Days of Genesis to the Seven Seals
In the Book of Revelation, SEVEN conveys perfection
And may we enjoy seven-fold increase in faith and favor
Juxtaposed, never fear, with the Sign for Man
Good to bad, especially SIX followed by more sixes
Both Man and Serpent were created then; perfection & rebellion
Take heart, as we climb - look up to Jesus - GRACE with Number Five!
John 1: 16 hides openly 25: Grace Upon Grace, Coco Chanel knew
Apart from 5 digits, toes, senses, Five Elements (Bhutas) India knew
VI
So may I tell you about the Fabulous Number Four?
Four rivers in Genesis to 4 Directions in Ezekiel
Four Matriarchs and four SABBATHS before Passover
Square root of 2: Watch for Division and Separation
Watch and Pray: God is triune, NOW ONE as Past, Present, Future
Trinity and Diversity in Unity: Mystery of LORD of Infinity
VII
Two tells of balance; one for me & one for you: YANG-YIN
Number of the two, GOD-SON, the VERB in the Trinity
Chapter One spoke of His UNITY, ONE, God in ESSENCE
Chapter Two reminds us again of Division & separation: this EXISTENCE
Categories:
matriarchs, allegory, analogy, bible, jesus,
Form:
Rhyme
He spoke with his ego-systemic body
through his own eco-logical maturation.
She flowed bilateral time
with her ego-eco centering mind
incarnating Earth's humane regenerate economy.
Together they commune nature-spirit hybrids,
bicamerally creolic
co-redeeming care-giving spirits,
completing each holonic tridium of becoming
one within spacetime's ecological promise,
three-placed co-present economy
of trilateral political grace,
playing enculturing WinWin games
ego-eco creations of just right mentoring integrity
strategizing cooperative economic-logical health,
this Holy Trinity's supply and demand
for resonant triaged wealth.
He asked of this grey spirit,
Are we white or black,
male or female?
She responds in gray embodied script
Yes, both white and black,
patriarchs born of bodhisattva matriarchs,
yet not mature all white
and yet not mature all black,
and in-between our ecologic-economic natures meet
enspiriting cooperations
of integrity
with all trinitarian stories past enfolded
and all those yet wu wei unfolding
within Earth's potential bounty.
Each languaged life,
both embodied left and mindful right relational
internal political landscapes
dawning through Earth's renewal
of and for external climate health of bodymind
organic integration networks,
integrity of love's polyphonic wealth.
And so this marriage
of ego-capital,
wisdom's logical acquisition
and accumulating
and re-investing body,
with eco-normative mind
regenerates nature-spirit nondual wedded stories
co-arising through each reweaving
enspiriting
incarnate Promise Day.
Categories:
matriarchs, culture, gender, health, humanity,
Form:
Political Verse
Wilderness edible forests,
to hungry mothers,
became wild undomesticated wastelands
to commodifying and taxing FatherLand patriarchs.
Wilderness matriarchs once Pledged Allegiance to the Sun,
and Gratitude to GrandMother Moon
for both interdependent fullness
and new womb emptiness,
grace-filled promise
of future healthy integrity,
pregnant with promising fertility.
We pledge allegiance and gratitude to our Sun,
One Icon of our First Native Nations and Wilderness Tribes,
reforesting and harvesting indivisibly synced
under and within SkyMother Earth
with liberty to not be unpatriotically bullied
to rescind each democratic individual's right
to equal liberty of mind and heart and body,
and forest wilderness ecojustice
for all GrandMother Moon's health planting
and wealth harvesting children,
Moon-matriotic matriarchs
and Sun-patriotic patriarchs.
Expressing grateful loyalty within
wilderness edible forests,
to and for hungry parents and grandparents,
becoming wildly domesticated fertile lands and waters
co-arising fire-lit atmospheric climates
to cooperatively commodify
and sacredly deify
and co-invest Mother EarthTribe
matriarchs rewombing
maturing matriarchs with patriarchs,
born equally of transubstantiating Sacred SunLight,
Love,
Grace
breeding and feeding
cooperatively owned Gratitude
of sun-drenched EarthTribes.
Could our polycultural history of sun worship
trump mere nationalistic supremacist flagships
for more sustainable healthcare
within patriot/matriot-balancing
multiculturing identity?
Categories:
matriarchs, creation, earth, integrity, mother
Form:
Political Verse
Marco Rubio
reminds
marchers against automated gun violence,
their pilgrimage views
oppose
what many TrueBlue Americans
support
as Second Amendment Rights.
Why hide
your own NRA Red supported agenda
You cannot politically
and economically afford
to be found
in this wrong?
So let's explore
with colonial ForeFathers
their Original Democratic Health Intent:
How sure are you
they
and their wives
and mothers
grandmothers
and children
would have supported
your right
to have a military-grade assault rifle
in your self-defensive closet
and in those of all your neighbors
and your most feared racist
fascist
rabid
AmericaFirst monocultural
public competition schooled
enemies?
How sure are you
that these students
and their parents
and their grandparents
marching against automated violence
actually oppose
your right to domestic self-defense
as originally intended
by patriots of polycultural democracy
and matriarchs of domestic family health?
Why is it,
do you think,
so many Second Amendment protected Americans
are marching
on and in and toward
state and national and international
cities
to remind you
They too are Americans
with proud and loyal Second Amendment
and First Amendment,
on around through all Amendment
rights to Sacred Unity,
Public and Private Health Welfare,
Left and RightMind and Body Happiness
They too are USA domestic residents
and tax payers
who believe the Second Amendment
is not whatever and however the NRA
competitively
and toxically define
and refine
and exegete it
So much as
whatever and however Original Health-Intending Democrats
cooperatively refine
and systematically define
domestic self-with-other defense
of WinWin
freedom from assault repression,
terrorizing depression,
racist and sexist suppression
Freedom for MotherEarth
wise economic
and political expression.
Categories:
matriarchs, america, anti bullying, culture,
Form:
Political Verse
Such history recorded in antique wool;
A knit of generational saga
Hand-woven through matriarchs’ tales--
Creating a patch of triumph and fault.
Now, this mantle lays on the bedside,
In antique wool, I inherit my elders' legacy.
For nette onclaud---The Best of 6 Contest
June 6, 2016
Visual 2
Categories:
matriarchs, family, identity,
Form:
Free verse