Best Motherworld Poems
She was the proudest of birds
Her nest was made of woven gold with silver embroidery
Her two little eggs polished to reflect the mother's loving smile
And guardian over this lavish nest, a warrior bird with razor sharp talons,
But she was proudest most of her plume
Wild and extravagant, rich red speckles covering an array of deep hazel feathers
Their edges, like the hems of a dress, entwined with brilliant white gold;
But the envious world sent an eagle to take her plumage
And her husband dove with him to the skies, and still they battle
Next they sent a winged fox and he ruined her nest, hostaged her eggs
Humbled, she shed her plumage, scattered it for the world to hoard
And Naked without husband, she looked down upon her plain little eggs,
And reflected there was a mother’s loving smile.
I share unto you this thankful contemplation…
Thank you for giving me shelter during my incubation…
Thank you for understanding when I succumb to false temptations…
Thank you for always transforming my fear using your divine joy salvation…
Thank you for your soft angelic vibration…
Thank you for always wishing unto me the best of situations…
Your pure love inspires my greatest artistic creation…
Dearest mother; words only are not magnificent enough to fully give you
appreciation.
I send a tenfold return of my love within this poetic inspiration…
Your love without condition is the way and the light…
The mothers love manifests oneness world configuration…
I will teach the world your giving ways not knowing separation…
Heretofore bestowed on you experiencing heavens inner destination…
I am grateful to be your begotten son full of mother celebration…
Happy Mother’s Day filled with illuminated intention..
I love you…
I love you…
I love you…
My guardian angel…
My sincerest supporter…
My dearest mother…
mama took sick one day i remember
it got so bad she just could not go on
then mama she died on the 10th of september
and floated to heaven in the pretty beyond
she walks streets of gold and thru fields of flowers
one thing i know is that shes not alone
shes gone and left this old world of sorrows
she traded this life for her heavenly home
she left this old world of suffering and sorrow
then she climbed aboard that glory bound train
then in the twilight of the great new tomorrow
mama was seen there in gods great domain
shes walking those hills and shouting in glory
saying praise god im here to stay evermore
then she seemed to say oh family dont worry
im saving a place for you on heavens shore
tho mama is gone we never are slighted
because her memory is here evermore
one of these days we will all be united
up there with mama on gods golden shore
The Baby Chronicles
By
Cody B. Turner
Into the world I go
On this awfully bright and shiny day
So many things in front of me
So many words to learn and say
Into the world I go
Full of things bigger than I
Giants hover over my body
Saying comments like “He’s shy”
Into the world I go
Leaving a dark but comfy place
The world I know is no more
The only comfort is a smiling face
Into the world I go
In your arms by giants I am placed
Seeing a smile looking down upon me
Knowing that I can never be replaced
Into the world I go
In store, not knowing what’s for me?
This life I know is too big for oneself
But still that smile’s all I see
Into the world I go
Only one smile to see, no other
This smile deserves a beautiful name
I think I shall call her mother.
We are not strangers here
Where this new landscape
Faints in its own vapid air
A mistrewn carcas, a drape
On mythos of my shape. I
Too exhausted by dilated sermons,
Would break bonds and fly,
Though a son. We cold tarpons
In in deoxygenated mud
Hang to stems of shrivelled bud
It was not their choice, this
New world of disaster, this change
That all beliefs and creeds twist
Into something new and strange.
The matrifocal world is based
On surrender, a voluntary gift
Of self to trust that never erased
Their worth. Here trust adrift
They raised their own falg and rule
The desolation's empty pool.
‘Cuckoo cuckoo’ she sings
As her youth grew wings
“Let me see what life brings”
When thoughts such as this rings
Mother’s advice were bee stings
When irritation flared, she flings
Whatever appears on her way as things
Doubtless, bird knows their fledglings
Does a mother her daughter’s feelings
She dived into the world with dealings
Caring not for her mother’s yearnings
Promising to fetch good tidings
She fled bothered about earnings
With boyfriends engaged in dating
She forgot her mother’s pleadings
In swim suit began swimming
Drinking pleasures the world was offering
As years in numbers kept increasing
Money in purse started depleting
Crafty boyfriends began drifting
When her flesh started stinking
Intimate friends were also distancing
Loneliness her soul started killing
She decided, “I’ll go back journeying
To feel my mother’s embracing.
Advice by no means was enchanting
Yet experience felt is electrifying.”
She entered the garden gate opening
Peeping inside while tip-toeing
A feeble voice was heard calling
“Come in! Jane my darling”
This widow eagerly kept anticipating
Through a window her daughter’s returning
Re-union was emotion packed with rejoicing
Marking an end to a mother’s waiting
Mother’s love a balm so soothing
Miracle! Gradually her skin became shining
Cuckoo cuckoo now she sings
Carries moral lessons her guitar strings
Broken then, has grown beautiful wings
Life has dawned promising good things.
I watched you many times.
My heart cried out for you.
A world of your own,
And love your only crime!
I thought I was loved to!
Mother, how could I have ever known?
I heard your words call to me.
My soul truly loved you!
A world of handed down shame,
And your need to sincerely believe!
I thought I was needed to!
Mother, how could I have seen the very same?
I felt your warmest touch.
My mind wanted the mother in you!
A world of your fame,
And your want for so much more!
I thought I was wanted to!
Mother, what is it that I can I truly claim?
I prayed for you day and night,
My faith needed me to!
A world of mine I have inside to give,
And my need feels like my only right!
I thought I gave all of this to you!
Mother, I must have died so you could live!
®Registered: 1997 ANN RICH
I hail from a bombed out sanctuary,
And from the survivors of genocide
Who had the courage to run
Where none of my people had run before.
I hail from the underground safe haven,
Built by a laborer dubbed “unskilled” by the public.
From the haven that aided so many, then fell,
But with it’s chin held high
And it’s seeds planted deep in the earth.
So deep in fact,
That one day,
A solitary soul might look upon said haven and think
If only…
I hail from babies that cry in the night,
And from mothers,
Praying that the cries will not stop,
Not tonight…
I hail from the sweat on the brow,
Of a teenage farmer
As he grips his trusted shovel,
stares into the sun,
And tells himself
Just one more hour...
I hail from musicians in the dark,
And from the ebonies and ivories into which they poured their souls,
Filling a mold
That all descendants now fill as well.
I hail from the sweat of my people,
Gathering in puddles on the floor as they work to feed their families,
The air choked with the smell of Italian leather
Greased to perfection with the perspiration of the hardest workers
This world has ever seen.
I hail from the marriage of the secret gardener and the keeper of calendars,
From the brotherhood of the brain and the brawn.
But more than that,
I hail from efforts to make the world a better place,
One $3.50 cut at a time…
Too far gone
His minds so lifted
A soul so gifted ,but dragged beneath the ground
6 feet deep lies his intentions
He not doing much, just living
Not trying much ,but what he’s given
He doesn’t read and has no needs other than looking flying and gettin some b!&*^es
But with his momma is where he's living, with no ambition
this sits heavy on her heart
Single mom working so hard
do it all alone, all on her own
18 years all for a failure
18 years giving him what she was failed to her
for her son,
she lead a life marked with good intentions, but still missed the mark
She can't breathe at night thinking about her son, the black tar cancer marking her lungs
Out being a fool; slick by the tongue but dull by the brain
In her world the clouds are always low, theirs always rain
falling heavy on her conscience
The mother of a failure...feel her pain
Like a mother cradling a still born son
He’ll never grow; he'll never change
All her love in vain
Words of wisdom wasted on her bastard son
More like his father every day, soon he'll just run away
And honestly deep inside she cannot wait
She’s bitter
Cause she's fighting tooth and nail in a battle that's already won
The world vs. a mother
The world has her son
Here you are on the verge
Of your very first road trip
All grown up
Ready to set the world on fire
So much excitement
Running through your veins
Ready to discover a whole new world
Even when it rains
There’s no need to wish you luck
Look at the person you’ve become
There’s no doubt
You’re ready to leave home
Make the world your own
Look at me with so much pride
So much evidence in who you are
That I’ve raised you well
How you became who you are
Living with a fool like me
Only proves
There is a God
There’s no doubt that you’re prepared
To face whatever life throws your way
As I’m left standing here
Savoring one last kiss and hug
Watching you drive away
I suddenly realize
In my haste to prepare you well
There’s one thing I forgot
One thing I left so unprepared
That has no idea what to do
Watching as you drive off
To a brand new life…
Me
God blessed the world with mothers. After them, there is no other that can fill there shoes
with spiritual news. That will stay in our hearts till death do we part. that will love us for who
we are, but not for what we are. That will love us; no matter how bad or good, she always
understood. That will love us, but not judge us. That will scold us and then hold us. We only
have one mom in the world and we will always be their little girl. Our hearts ache for them
as our minds think of them. The thought of them at rest is a thought we can't forget. But we
will go on with our life. For we will see her every night in our dreams as we hear all the
angels sing.
The way she held you when you were born thats a mothers love.
When she rocked you when you couldn't sleep thats a mothers love.
The time she kissed a boo-boo to make it feel better thats a mothers love.
When she done your homework so you could get a good grade thats a mothers love.
When she gave you pearl earrings that she wore when she married your dad thats a
mothers love.
As she cried when her first grandaughter came into the world thats a mothers love.
When she left this world she left wonderful memories thats a mothers love.
Everything beautiful comes from the Lord above especially the need for a mothers love.
Teresa Skyles/Theoklapoet
7-18-07
Way back when the skies were blue
I wish I could have somehow knew
That after 4 there would be no more
The reaper took you up out the door
I never embraced mother’s day
Another excuse to throw it away
A shameful fact that is no lie
Just another reason to get high
I’m pretty sure today you can see
I have become who I should be
Everyday is another roll of dice
I don’t gamble its not my vice
What I do is give it all away
Just another prayer I shall pray
Lord for the mother’s everywhere
A short simple meaningful prayer
Never doubt within their fears
A hungry child sheds their tears
In our world so easily embraced
Hard to imagine a Mothers face
Who’s Child has not a pair shoes
Dying from some unknown flue
Only thing they really know for sure
Death is going to be their child’s cure
Sometimes the depth of what we write
A world away in the dark of night
Tears will become their only gifts
As a child’s soul their angel lifts
To these Mothers I pen this write
Babies in heaven finally alright
To my own mother I proudly say
Mom your son turned out this way
No need for greed or desire of lust
Just a simple man doing, as he must
A man forever planting his seed
For those who are more in need
I think we here in America often
Lose how desperate some parts
of the world truly are. I will be
spending today in prayer for the
Mothers who have nothing more
than faith to give or receive from
their Children. Always remember
even in these troubled times your
spare change can make a difference.
May God Bless you all