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As Flowers Crumble Collaboration with Silent One

Lullabies through tear filled eyes
It's truly, love at first sight
The bond is forged and galvanized
To hold forever tight

Each time you needed a hand
She always had one free
From then on, when in demand
As soft as she needed to be

No sacrifice was too great
A patient answer to every, "why?"
That look when you came home late
When you didn't come home, she'd cry

As flowers begin to crumble
your eyes look tired and hands so frail
Breaks my heart to see you stumble
as tears fall with your skin so pale

No one can ever take your place
nor replace your angelic love 
Your life is full of prestige grace
precious beauty like a white dove

Mum's sweet words flow like a fountain
such wisdom will always live on
Her love conquers the highest mountain
fills me with pride to be her son




    July 4 2017 
 Collaboration By Daniel Turner and Silent One

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-Unlatched-

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So young, I was, and so naive
There was no doubt, I did believe
this babe who's latched inside my womb
with ties we had,... would always be

Latched on was he, as he was fed
then later days, our hands instead
Not tall enough to open gates
I would reach the latch for his escape

In time he grew to need more space
The cord we had, still had it's place
The loving ties from birth, so long
were gently stretching.., moving on,
yet still remaining full and strong

In time he grew, to be a man
Our bond had changed, but still lives on
He fell in love, as it should be
His bond with her, I'm glad to see
doesn't mean our own is gone

Songs are sung when lovers part
but no song for a mother's heart
When new adventures come one day
and new roads take him far away

The man he is, has been set free
to be the man he wants to be
The child he was is never gone
She's letting go, yet holding on

If once, one wish, were mine to choose
so many would my thoughts pursue
But one within my heart still yearns
for just one day, the clocks would turn

Together you and I would be
sitting there among the trees
I would lift you up upon my knee
just as we did when you were three…


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For Francine's Contest: Children In Rhyme

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Garden of mum

Mum sat in her aromatic garden,
admiring its charm and grace.
It was a cold morning,
but mum never seemed to feel it any more.

Her eyes were tired, life's adversities had taken their toll,
yet the smallest things filled them with joy.
Like the perennial ivory lilies blossoming
among her loyal, royal forget-me-nots.
The tranquil scents of lilac lavender, 
blooming among radiant Jerusalem sage, 
always made her smile.

Her hands were wrinkly, but resilient,
despite years of hard work as a single mother.
Still strong enough to tend to her grandiose display
of ruby red, aureolin yellow and puce pink roses.
Mum always told me the thorns were like knights -
there to protect the rose's fragility. 
That a woman is a man's most precious flower, 
requiring tender care and appreciation.

Evergreen conifers parade along the perimeter of
my lovely mother's garden, like a colony of soldiers,
protecting a beautiful, yet delicate, 
Japanese cherry blossom tree.

Mum always told me it reminded her about life,
how everything was temporary, just like its fragile buds,
that only blossomed in the spring and 
how the lightest breeze blew them away.

Mum taught me so much and was my inspiration,
picked me up when I was defeated, 
taught me that only in defeat do we learn.
When the world tried to change me, 
taught me to accept myself,
to love myself before I could love others 
and be true to who I am.

As I sat with mum admiring the beauty of the seeds sown,
melancholic tones flooded my emotions, 
wondering how I would cope without her.

Was I selfish wishing to die before her, 
so I would not have to mourn for her,
but it would be so heartbreaking 
for her to mourn for me.

My contemplation was interrupted by an outbreak of rain.
Mother simply smiled and said: 

"Rain is mercy from God, my son." 

Written 26 February 2016

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On My Mother Passing


ON MY MOTHER’S PASSING

i wanted to keep my mother physically with me
but it would be like trying to hold the sun
like in life she still shines brighter than any star
is as gentle as the finest breeze 

she isn't gone my mother is infinite
hers was a metamorphosis 
like the butterfly represents eternal beauty
flies to heights unimaginable to the human mind
butterflies are free and so is she
she was a wife a mother a sister a friend
she was the best of all those roles 
she was because she chose to be
but she was then she is now she will always be free
such was her nature 
we all knew her as that special person could embrace your heart
we also knew she was all but she was one
you can't own that kind of beauty
and her shine filled you with a euphoric joy

she was she is like the moon
the one belongs to children 
belongs to love at its very core
love she spreads across the universe 
my mother was is will always be as large as unconditional love
i share this story with you in order to comfort you
her influence is immense 
she is now looking after us all
be happy, be confident be at peace
my mother is with us all
and my mother is love

armand

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An Added Bonus (My Parents Always Enjoyed My Imagination
For Both Of Them I include This Piece)

DISGUISED IDIOMS & EVERYTHING  “JAZZ”

for you

i’d lay down the red and plush
give you the shirt I’m wearing
walk a mile and then one more
hand you the key to my beet red beat
commit all my eggs to your stash
throw in nine yards the whole of it 
tell you with no shame “i’m at your beck...just call”
no need to do mine turn around I’ll scratch yours
i’m yours all my parts even a parcel
all of it ‘till the cattle arrive’

Armand ‘aren’t you the clever boy’ Yvonne

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Another piece if your in the mood. If not off you go then.

 BENEATH THE WHINING

scaled the walls 
every time nothing
nothing on the other side

found the doors
their locks
never the keys

paid my dues
never got a receipt 

every time i fell
got back up
followed the light
always took the noble path

stepped barefoot 
on jagged rocks
autographed the stones in blood -mine

from great heights
lost my hold
landed on my feet

regret occupies 
the larger part of my thoughts
sometimes i cried 
even yelled my infamous screams

my life it turns out
was blessed

having accomplished none of my goals
i lived an existence 
i alone could appreciate 

underneath the layers 
of self inflicted scars
i found a me
i loved and respected 

i need nothing more


armand


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I UNDERSTAND THE DIFFERENCE. 
RECOGNIZE ONE FROM THE OTHER.



while the evil mind trods awkwardly 
wears swamp covered boots
destroys indiscriminately 
inner beauty dances in partnership 
a benevolent synchronized waltz

minds adorned 
in a growing blue green moss
nurture strong thick deep roots 

transfer nutrients 
lovingly to the breathing heart

their silent strength 
in turn 
energizes a body of good 

spread like lavender scented clover
over a barren land

flow like oxygen 
cleanses polluted waterways worldwide 

calms 
the unsteady unpredictable weather patterns of recent times

a new is born 

and 

not a life 

animal 
vegetable 
human 

not any life  

harmed

such is the outcome 

the collective power

of inner beauty


armand

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 FOR YOU MY LOVE 

a human heart beats over a hundred thousand times a day
the first one hundred thousand every day beat for you

armand

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A SIMPLE SUGGESTION 

I know my heart is made of butter
but you can only spread it so thin

armand


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DISNEY WOULD BE PROUD


a blue tree
covered in spaghetti 
branches drenched
in a sauce of leaves
with no desire to be served up
in an Italian restaurant
where a lady or a tramp
or both
might end up in a passionate kiss
with an orchestra 
providing the background ambiance

no,
this navy colored tree
is too busy chumming around
with the sky and the odd passing cloud

thinking back
when it was just an acorn
now the tallest
the most majestic
growth in the forest

still 
never forgetting its roots
once just a single seed
humbled by its origin
dearly loved
by the Earth
no, more -by the universe

comfortable
in its greatness

happy as just one piece
of something much greater

a gentle giant
at peace with its existence

wait,
was that Bambi and Thumper
just ran by it

the giant smiles

armand

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 ONE CENT ALLEY 


drove us to a magical mystery go see
“there's nothing you can do...it's easy
all you need is love”
so we latched on to a mustard coloured submarine
"something in the way..."
walked down a british road
"and in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make"

armand

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 A PROPOSAL 

a sheet of paper     printed
slats of wood     measured
extra thick rope     strong
large fat nails     steel
a set of tools     exact
a driven will     instinctive 
and there you have it a bridge
perhaps we can meet in the middle

armand

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I Forgive You

     You lost my life.
     Sharp as a knife...
     You lost a lot of things.
     Your memory in my heart
     Still sings...

Today I gave you my secrets,
All of them, the ones from Egypt,
And those from Europe, slow motion
Swimming away across the Ocean.
I whispered in your ear
All you didn't want to hear.
    
     And...
     I forgive you,
     I forgive you.

The secrets of the life stolen
While you screech, eyes swollen
With tears of loss.
Both of us kneeling on moss;
I am not cruel, only want your love,
That one word you get so sick of.

     But...
     I will always forgive you,
     I will always forgive you.

Buried so deep inside,
Almost a stone I tried to hide.
I'll always be that seeking child
That wants to be reconciled.

     I lost you before I was born.
     Before I even opened my eyes

          I was forlorn.





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April 8, 2017 
N/A in contest: Open Poetry Contest 2
Sponsored by: Charlotte Jade Puddifoot

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LOVELINESSS

Looking at your misshapen little red face,
only a mother can appreciate the beauty when seeing her
very precious baby for the first time. 
Eyes filled with happy tears as I
looked at your blonde hair and blue eyes and
inspected your tiny little fingers and toes.
Never had I seen a more beautiful child –
everything about you was simply perfect!
Soon you were sleeping peacefully,
safe in the arms of your adoring mother.

Contest: Loveliness Acrostic
Sponsor John Hamilton
02~15~16

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Whispers From Beyond

Listening for whispers from beyond the grave. 
So hard to hear for the mortality slave. 
Wind blows a chill thru the winters trees. 
Hands clasped in prayer I'm on my knees. 
Denial on my lips disbelief in my heart. 
Scared and alone my world torn apart. 
A pastor speaks standing beside you. 
I know you're gone but don't want it to be true. 
Who are these strangers standing around. 
Inch by inch you're lowered into the ground. 
Everyone says, " I'm so sorry for your loss. "
Can't they see I'm on an ocean that I can't cross. 
If I close my eyes and listen really hard. 
I can hear you say, " go play but stay in the yard."
Memories hurt Mom and I don't want to cry. 
Please don't go I don't want you to die. 
I know I can't stop it there's nothing I can do. 
You'll just have to live on in my memories of you. 
Now I have to find a way to be strong and brave. 
Keep listening for whispers from beyond the grave.



Written on 3/24/16

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Letter To Mom

Dear Mother,
Conceived in love, your passion gave me life
The very blood this heart pumps through these veins
A dream fulfilled as mother and as wife
I wonder now, if I was worth your pain

I did not walk the path you set me on
The gifts you gave to me are still like new
My body, I abused, A wasted pawn
I sang my song, performed my own soft shoe

But each thing I have done, I gave my all
Regardless of the deed, I did my best
I never asked you once to break my fall
Nor steal the grass or twigs that line your nest

At times in life, I know I've made you cry
Your passion, is my only alibi




                by Daniel Turner

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I SIT SOBBING

I’m staring at the reflection in the mirror -
who is the lady with the grey hair?

Today a strange man came to visit me
I do not recognise him …
He says he is my son

I try hard to remember as we talk about the past
He shows me photographs of his childhood years
Memories come back to me; I sob bleeding tears
Dementia is robbing me, my recall is fading fast

That man has now gone
Saying he will visit soon 
Tears flow from my eyes
Trapped in my own little world
I sit sobbing silently

Kimo and Tanka checked with how many syllables 

Challenge  one write Contest Sponsored by Broken Wings
08~31~16

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LET ME INTO YOUR HEART - EMOTIVE WRITE

I fell in love with you the second you were born
With light brown hair and sapphire blue eyes
I thought you were perfect!
Over time it became evident that there was a problem 
Test after test showed that you had profound autism
You didn’t reach your milestones like other babies
There was no babbling; no social smiles
only a vacant look in those huge sapphire blue eyes
You were locked in your own little world
just content lying in your cot playing with your fingers
As you grew older you found comfort sitting rocking on the floor 

You hated physical contact; if anyone tried to hug you you’d go rigid
Arms remained straight by your side like a soldier on parade
It’s been so difficult to come to terms with the fact
You will never say “I love you momma” or let me into your heart

Fictional write for Let me into your heart contest
Sponsored by Julie Rodeheaver

08-20-17

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MY FONDEST MEMORY

For nine long long months I longed to greet you
We’ll if I’m perfectly honest …
You were so snug in your home you stayed for an extra ten days!
I had waited patiently for your arrival and couldn’t wait to hold you in my arms
Finally the day arrived and I discovered they don’t call it labour for nothing …
It was damn hard work!
But twenty-four hours later you arrived in the world
I guess every mother thinks her child is the most beautiful
You were gorgeous! With fine downy blonde hair and sapphire blue eyes
I counted your tiny fingers and toes
You were absolutely perfect
Later that evening I sat in a comfy chair to feed you
Looking out of the window I saw soft snowflakes swirling
It was so so beautiful tears started to fall
Now, whenever I see snowy scenes I think of you my precious son 

12~08~16

Mr Fondest memory Contest
Sponsored by Frank Herrera

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When Darkest Of Blues Will Not Stop Pounding

When Darkest Of Blues Will Not Stop Pounding

Standing atop this high cliff, clouds floating on by
Watching last sunset, red-tint paint splashing blue sky
Now finding life, has stooped to beat me up again
Despite my deep courage, embraced through thick and thin
No honor felt in this lost state I am at
Broken wrangler with no horse, no damn cowboy hat
Just a dying soul, trying to live to hold on
Now that the beauty of life's colors have all gone 
Weeping into winds once found to be clear and fair
Missing that love, only mother and child can share
Glancing down, life and earth seems so damn far below
So many exits, yet I have nowhere to go 

Standing atop this high cliff, clouds floating on by
Watching last sunset, red-tint paint splashing blue sky

Robert J. Lindley, 2-17-2017

Note; One day gleaming sun does so shine. Next day it hides and laughs in wicked glee.
There is now a huge hole in me. I wish to drown, in the next storm in this dark, raging sea.

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A Bohemian Maze of True Evil

Once so loyal and always true the gargoyles watch everything now
During their stony slumbers with their careful one-eyed open view,
As evil red-eyed demons rain down upon us in their dark-sprit forms, 
Whilst our unsuspecting mortal Earth is flush in an aura of confusion
And a cloudy haze of unrepenting sin that symbolizes Lucifer’s work.   

Malefic shapes of Hellspawn emerge now from an unholy alliance 
Where venom and hate merge in a dark chamber of “The Damned,”
All the while their scowling and fiendish stares pierce us deeply,
And unrelentingly as they beckon our inner spirits backwards with 
Their tinge and terror of true malediction and feverish desire for all
Things uncanny and unclean that bespeak of macabre pure.

Reasons dance upon slivered tunes and silvern tongues of the demons,
As they grotesquely mount the battlements with their smiles of true evil.
The hideous grimace on their faces is a devilish upside-down nasty-smile,
That can only be possessed by the cruelest of creatures who are charged
By Lucifer himself, as a perverse group of miscreants who welcome all
Misguided visitors who arrive at this unholy and forlorn earthly cavern, 
To cross the River Lethe into a state of oblivion from whence they shall 
Never return to see and bask again in the brilliance of God’s eternal light!

A radiantly beautiful mermaid entices her unsuspecting victims into a
Menagerie she maintains as one of Lucifer’s most favorite disciples.  
After entertaining each victim, she turns her deadly Medusa-like gaze
On them whilst sending icy-cold shivers through their dying heartbeats,
As red-eyed demons anxiously await each victim’s painful demise.
There can never be any mercy shown to a visitor who unexpectedly
Enters Lucifer's Kingdon of Eternal Darkness and Damnation!

In this continuous unending maze of debauchery there are also other
Demons who are specifically assigned to entertain the deceptive and
Spawning lies of those unusual aliens who co-exist on mortal Earth
With human beings and are hidden in plain open-sight among them all.
These aliens, devoid of all human emotion, who show up unexpectedly
Are there to capture a glimpse of Hell's eternity under the dais circle.

Endlessly as death comes—there is an aura to the emotional immorality
As Centaurs, Sphinxes, and Harpies transform themselves into a kind of 
Ghastly, ghoulish, and deliciously evil group of dancing shadow-shifters
In the realm of half-lived lives whose mendacity is the main dish now, 
Served where the only menu choice is a one-line trick possessed by the
Specter of Death, the mythic eternal Footman himself—who doubles as
A most trusted prophet of imprecation and fear for Lucifer!

Self-appointed Demon Guardians of this lost world seeking fulfillment 
Of Lucifer’s masochistic imperatives rule the roost where those shells 
Of former human beings who were once viewed as members of mankind
Are, indeed, viewed in contempt now as depraved hosts of the once great
Human Race deprived of any hope, shorn of dignity—now soulless figures
At the beck and call of everything that’s truly evil in Almighty God’s Eyes.

Entering this final gruesome portrait of undying hellfire and unmitigated 
Evil in this Bohemian Maze are monstrous apparitions from bygone times,
Who come alive and take real form as Minotaurs, Echidnas, and Chimaeras.
All are profoundly frightening creatures who are ready and willing to do the 
Horrible bidding of Lucifer at the very flick of his finger—as such creatures 
With this unbridled power and force of nature find their true home in this
Evil maze!

This ancient covenant of evil and moral deception is symbolically cast
As a vicious coiled snake—who bespeaks an aura of poisonous venom
And an odious degree moral depravity beyond normal description where
Black Phantoms reign and freely haunt the consciousness of all mankind
As it hopelessly trembles ignorantly fretful, whilst all the while being 
Truly unaware of the undeniable and unlimited power of Almighty God
In this instance!

To those who harbor their fears of the darkness, the unknown, and the
Evil intentions and machinations of Lucifer and his minions, they should 
Understand that Almighty God’s authority and power are omniscient, and
That His divine and radiant heavenly light shall forever crush the horrid
Impulse of darkness to shine, and shall conquer all creatures and things
Presenting themselves as truly evil, uncanny, and unclean! Amen!

Deus miseratur! Deus tecum!

Liam McDaid, Donna Loughman, and Gary Bateman 
A Collaborated Poem
December 23, 2017 (Narrative)

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A mother's treasures

A solitary piece the diamond
precious rare gem most treasured
by those lucky enough to hold
Once in possession it is rarely out of grasp
Like the gemstone the mother 
requires very specific conditions
in holding fast her (family/) childrens love
Treasured forever in her heart
she will go out of her way
to preen and protect them
holding them dear to her
deep within her maternal safe – the heart
closely guarded by the mind
Her infatuation of all treasures to her 
are totally understandable
especially when you think to the complexity
of structure and process taken in creation
Just as from the ‘unbreakable’ in ancient greek
this allotrope of carbon
with strength of bonding between atoms
is representative of that strong love
between mum and child
The maternal being could be compared
to the superlative physical qualities of the stone
Even the characteristic luster
of this gem so prevalent from its ability
to disperse light and colour
compared to the many strengths 
roles and qualities of the mother
seen by the many she deals with daily
A most high pressured job 
versus the high pressured temperature
within the Earths mantle
that forms the delightful rock it gives birth to
Infants delight and ignite the forbearer
just as the jewel would dazzle the room
a mother’s love encaptures the magical luster
of those she’s birthed and nothing
stands inbetween this richest of cargo’s

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YES, MOTHER

Looking back to memories bright,
I remember she’d teach me wrong from right.
“Clean your plate.  There are others who have none.”
“Do your homework, and let me know when you’re done.”
“Look at me when I’m talking to you.”
Yes, Mother . . . I hear you.

“Save your money for a rainy day.”
“It’s beautiful outside, so go out and play.”
“Let me show you how to clean and cook.”
“If you’re really bored, you can read a good book.”
“Don’t you know that I was young once, too?”
Yes, Mother . . . I hear you.

“Take some time to read this book, son.
I think it’s time you know where they come from.”
“Girls are spice and everything nice.”
“If you’re smart, you’ll take my advice.”
“You don’t have to do as others do.”
Yes, Mother . . . I hear you.

“My grandfather gave us all we would need.
When spring rolled around he would plant seed.
He shot game and lived off the land.
He wasn’t afraid to make a stand.
You could learn a few things from him, too.”
Yes, Mother . . . I hear you.

“I used to walk a mile to school.
It won’t hurt you to walk a little, too.”
“Do your chores and be nice to your sister.”
“Address adults as Misses or Mister.”
“Do you know that I love you?”
Yes, Mother . . . I hear you.

“Why do you want to be in a rock and roll band?”
“Be a leader.  Lend a helping hand.”
“How old is she?  What is her name?
Do you care for her deeply?  Does she feel the same?”
“Where have you been?  I was worried about you!”
Yes, Mother . . . I hear you.

“How many hours?  How much does it pay?
Think of your future.  In school you should stay.”
“Do you have food?  You’ve lost a lot of weight.”
“Be on time.  You shouldn’t be late.”
“Did you get the letter that I sent you?”
Yes, Mother . . . I hear you.

“You’re too young to get married.  Won’t you wait till later?
Yes, I think she’s nice.  No, I don’t hate her.”
“You need a good job.  Where will you live?”
“How much do you need?  How much can I give?”
“Isn’t life great when love is new?”
Yes, Mother . . . I hear you.

“I’m going to be a grandma?!!  You must be joking!”
“How’s the job going?  Are you still smoking?”
“We’re all fine.  How is she?
I was foolish to think she’d replace me.
Tell her that I’m thinking of her, too.”
Yes, Mother . . . I hear you.

“You sound funny.  Are they all right?
How long was she in labor?  Was it a long night?
She’ll be okay.  She just needs time to heal.
You’ll be a good father.  When was your last meal?
Give her my love, and to the baby, too.”
Yes, Mother . . . I hear you.

“Tell her not to fuss.  I won’t be a bother.
I remember a few things.  You were once a toddler.
The living room is fine.  You sleep in your own room.
I’ll get her some groceries.  Where does she keep her broom?
It was nice seeing you.  I’ll miss you, too.
Yes, Mother . . . I hear you.

“They’re growing like weeds.
I wish you weren’t so far away.”
“Pay attention to your wife . . .
A good husband doesn’t stray.”
“Call me if you need someone to talk to.”
Yes, Mother . . . I hear you.

“Get you some stocks, bonds, or an IRA.
If you stuff it under the mattress, that’ll be okay.
You must think of their future . . . and yours and hers, too.
It’ll take planning to see it all through.
Don’t worry about me, son.  I’ve planned some, too.”
Yes, Mother . . . I hear you.

“Are you happy, boy?  It’s important that you are.
There’s more to life than a career or a new car.”
“I’m proud of you and of who you’ve become.
You’re all that I dreamed of and even more, son.
But tell me the truth.  Did I ever get through?
Did you ever listen when I was talking to you?”

Yes, Mother . . . I listened.  I even took your advice.
In many of my choices, I didn’t have to think twice.
I haven’t always been as good as I could be.
There were times that I was glad you weren’t there to see.
Of one thing I’m certain . . . you passed a lot on.
You taught me to be caring, happy, and strong.
Your thoughts are with me in all that I do.
Yes, Mother . . . I heard you.

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Son

You came to me on angels wings
Your smile was so divine,
I looked into your big blue eyes
Not believing you were mine.

With skin so soft and hair of down
You came to me that day,
And as I held you on my breast
You stole my heart away.

Sweet child if you could ever know
The love I felt for you,
As the years flew quickly by
That love just grew and grew.

So I’ll just quietly watch you grow
Into a man my son.
I want you to know what a privilege it is 
For me to be your mom.

Written by Brenda  Meier-Hans
2002
Gautami Phookans Contest:
The Sweetest Touches of Verse

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In The Late August Sun

Watching leaves cartwheel down
we meet at the bench
tucked under the trees, in the park

Unable to speak
I am feeling a squeeze in my breast
My emotions are clenched
with years of unrest
since that day that I left, empty armed

Still weak in the knees
I must sit while I watch 
this child, once mine,
sit cross-legged, in light
of the late August sun

His fingers unpeel
the paper, and twine
from the gift I have brought
from a little gift shop 
that I passed when I walked in the night

With the package undone,
he smiles up at me
and I see in his eyes
the wholeness of him
	
And I am strangled to say
the words that I could….
Would  I tell him the things
that would empty those eyes
of a soft place to land ?

Now he grabs for the hand
of the mother he knows
and I thank her with eyes
before I must go

I must leave him to her
and not say the words
that would follow him home for all time

I have broken away
any hold that I had
except for the one
that chokes out the sun
on a hot August day
in the late afternoon

A leaf tumbles down, then is swept by the breeze
Only here for a moment, then gone

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A Fictional Poem Based On Contest: "Long Lost Family"

8/15/16
Resubmitted for the 'PIECE DE RESISTANCE ' contest

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Polly got Words

Polly got words

He was five and going to start school.
His name was Paul, but everyone called him Polly.
He had only one interest and that was anything with wheels.
His mom knew that other kids his age new their letters and the alphabet.
Polly got bored fast when it came to learning the letters and had no interest in them at all.
He would play for hours with his hot wheels cars, clutched in his hands when he fell asleep.
His mom fretted over this, for after summer, he was to start kindergarten.
She had an idea of how he could learn his letters using cars.
She bought twenty six shiny, new hot wheels cars.
The roof each car she wrote a letter.

It was simple.
She said, this is the A car
When it starts it goes AAaaaaah
And this is the D car
When it starts it goes Dididididi
And this is the R car
When it starts it goes RrrrrRrrrrrr

He learned to recognize the letters and their sounds.
Creative parenting had succeeded wonderfully, and 
Polly got words


Sept 21, 2016

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Elizabeth's Throne


Elizabeth’s Throne

You still sit on England’s grand throne!

For sixty plus years crown you own!

Your subjects all wait—

Will you abdicate?

Will Charles make it to the King zone?


© Sandra M. Haight 2015 
   All Rights Reserved


~1st Place
Contest: Long Live the Queen
Sponsor: Judy Konos
Judged: 06/06/2015


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LETTING GO

Last goodbye son it’s time for you to go
Every emotion was there on show
Trying to put on a brave face
Tears were falling; it’s no disgrace
It was time for you to fly the nest
Now time for you to show your best
Going away to study in the UK
 
God speed to send you safely on your way
Over the seas so so far away 

It seems like five minutes since you were born 
Now its time for you to spread your own wings 
I waved you off on that September morn 
I’m so proud of you son that my heart sings 

You’re leaving the nest
Time to cut the apron strings
Fly high my darling

Contest Letting Go Three Form Style -  Sponsored by Laura Loo
04~02~16

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Mother May I

Mother may I 
Go out and play
My child
Have you cleaned your room today

Are your toys packed away
in your toy chest with care
Yes mother yes 
its all in there

Did you make your bed 
like i showed you how
yes mother yes
may I go now

Yes son yes
after a brief inspection
son shakes his head
not what I was expecting

Never-mind mother
I'm going to my room
oh by the way
can you hand me the broom?

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Why The Passion of the Christ

                                                            Why?

                                       As I follow the footsteps of my son
                                       My heart breaks at every word said
                                                     against Him

                                                     Why?  Why? 
                                         As my tears run down my face
                                  I vision,  tenderly cradling him in my arms
                                               when he was young

                                                       Why? Why?
                                          Does it have to be this way?
                              They only loved and worshiped Him yesterday 
                 What has happened in just a day to make everyone hate him so?

                                                     Why? Why?
                       As I take every step behind him watching him suffer so
            My legs want to fold underneath me of the pain in my heart for my son
                           For every blow he takes, for every time he falls

                                                      Why? Why?
                                      My eyes swell and my nose runs
                                from the suffering that my son is enduring
                and I am not allowed to get near him to comfort him in my arms

                                                       Why? Why?
                                            Please, let his suffering end
                  I can’t bear it any longer watching Him being nailed to the cross
                             I know it was meant to be, for our redemption 

                                                     Why? Why?
© Eve Roper 3/21/2015

Mary, witness to suffering with love and faith in "The Passion of the Christ"

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Why the Rose Bled


Parents so proud
Four sons they raised
From the Highlands of Scotland
In the pre-war days
 
On their crofts they worked
Morning till night
Unknown to them then
Of a future fight
 
The Germans have invaded
A country so free
Poland was taken
The world shaken visually
 
Britain declares war
As our men enlist
To rid the enemy
As the fighting shifts
 
Europe's engulfed 
In a feverish war
Many are dying
To comprehend what for
 
The four brothers
Sign up to fight
As a mother will pray
Every night

Campaigns they fight
In these theatres of war
Witnessing horrors
Never seen before
 
In their garden at home
On the family crofts
A bed of roses
With petals so soft
 
Then one day 
With a passing glance
A pink rose dripping red
In deathly stance
 
Their mother turns
To the gate she looks
Telegram in hand
From the postman she took
 
With trembling hands
She opens with care
Upon reading the message
In tear laden stare
 
Their eldest son
In Africa was lost
As many many others
Deaths global cost
 
Every day
As she passes the rose
It's pink petals bloom
Her tomorrow's fear grows




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Momerick

There once was a lady named "Mom"
Who had a hard time keeping calm.
But she knows how to sew
And garden and mow
And she's a farmer on facebook.com

She's a grandma to Mel and Harmony
She's a young wife for "Gramps" who's 70! 
She calms the waters
Of her four lovely daughters
And best of all she puts up with me.

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A NOOK AND A STORY BOOK

Words spring out from under the cover 
Lets delve together into a world 
A place of magic like no other 
Where imaginations are unfurled 

A tale of fantasy and fun 
Where bubblegum trees touch the sky 
Animals talk when out in the sun 
And purple elephants can fly 

We picture the scenes in our mind’s eye 
Let our creativity go wild
Floating freely like a butterfly
Precious time for a mother and child

Contest A Nook and a story Book. Sponsor Eve Roper
04 ~17 ~16