Best Nurturers Poems
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.
Know Me
You only know me by what you see,
You are so distracted by my outer appearance that you cannot see me
We cannot believe what is seen by the naked eye to be true
We cannot afford to be deceived and fooled into thinking
Persecution leads to frustration, frustration caused by accusation
What will live in our hearts? Condemnation
We are more than curvaceous hips, luxurious lips, and beautiful bright eyes
Thick legs, long eye lashes and of course, those thighs
We are more than French nail tips, and high-heeled shoes
We are more than just hair, makeup, or weave
We are more than one can consume
We are women, a rare breed in deed
Carmel complexion, light skinned or dark
Cleaver, brilliant, vivacious women
Yes, we are actually smart
Associates degrees, bachelors, masters and more
We are business and homeowners owners and
We do collective bargaining on school boards
We are mothers, sisters, cousins and friends
Volunteers, prayer worriers and tend to act like your kin
We are aunts’ grandmothers and other mothers of those
Don’t have a mother? We stand in the gap for those
We are the connection that keeps the life of love in the hearts of everyone
We are global, spiritual, high-energy individuals, yet we are one
Did you know that everyone has an assignment?
We are a conglomerate of gifts and talents
We can be a source of powerful resource management
God has given us favor, integrity and grace
There’s no reason why we shouldn't be leading in excellence
Prosperity and blessings day to day
We are nurturers, caregivers, educators, and alike
Critical thinkers, pacemakers, trailblazers, we tend to be the light
We are no holds barred
We can do the unthinkable were unstoppable, the inevitable is possible
We are human, we are life, we breathe air, we are Christ like
We are not the weak or the lame
We are not designed to conform to societies games
You do not know me but only what you see
You are so distracted by my outer appearance that you cannot see me
The nine muses
Daughters of Zeus
Inspiring of mortals
And nurturers of the arts
The first was,
The divine Calliope,
Beautiful-voiced,
Was the muse of the epic poets
A writing tablet in her hand
Calliope was Homer's muse
Inspiration for the Iliad
Divine influence of the Odyssey
The second was,
The divine Clio
The maker of fame,
Was the muse of history
A parchment scroll in her hands
Clio was the proclaimer
The third was,
The divine Erato,
Desired and lovely,
Was the muse of the lyric poets
A golden arrow in her hand
Muse of love verse
And of Erotic poetry
Erato the muse who charms the sight
And inspires love in everybody
The fourth was,
The divine Euterpe,
Rejoicing well,
Was firstly the muse of music
Then of Lyrical poetry
A double flute in her hand
Euterpe the Giver of delight
The fifth was,
The divine Melpomène,
The one that is melodious,
Was firstly the muse of singing
To celebrate with dance and song
Then she became the muse of tragedy
And hid behind a tragic mask
A knife or club in her hand
Creator of beautiful lyrical phrases
Melpomène muse of Horace
The sixth was,
The divine Polyhymnia,
The one of many hymns,
Was the Muse of sacred poetry and sacred hymns
Of eloquence and pantomime
In her long cloak and classical pose
Polyhymnia was a serious, pensive and meditative muse
The seventh was,
The divine Terpsichore,
Delight of dancing,
Muse of choral songs and dance
A lyre in her hand
Accompanies the dancers
Terpsichore muse of dance
Mother of the sirens
The eighth was,
The divine Thalia,
Flourishing, in bloom,
Was the muse of comedy and idyllic poetry
A comic mask in her hand
The praises of Thalia, rustic goddess
And in her songs flourish through time
The ninth and final was,
The divine Urania,
Heavenly muse,
Was the muse of astrology
A globe in her hand
Dressed in a cloak embroidered with stars
Urania was reader of the stars
Going through photographs of yesteryear,
makes me wonder what made you a murderer?
To the brother, who you claimed to be brother from another mother.
Going through photographs of yesteryear,
reminds me of the growing years when we (me & father) were your nurturers.
We told you to be her protector to your sister,
Not a murderer but a shoulder to her tears.
Have you not seen the color of your sister’s face when the brother of yours
and lover of hers arrived at our place everytime?
Have you not been prouder when she spoke of your bromance
endearingly in front of the so called mediocre crowd?
Going through photographs of yesteryear,
makes me wonder why we told you to be a protector to your sister,
not a murderer but a shoulder to her tears.
Why had I told her that after me and father, brother will take care of her?
Why had I not taught her to be independent than make her bend
in front of the brother who at the end shall listen to the society?
Going through photographs of yesteryear…..
We are petals of marigold
In our innermost soul
Whether young or old
If the petals still in fold
in the buds are singed
or shouted at violating
the integrity in making
Maladaptation is obvious
Flowers are obnoxious
Parents and teachers
Priests and preachers
Be kind nurturers
Of the saplings and plants
No traumatizing no rants
Love of beauty and life
Husband and wife in step
Pep drive with love
For the tender buds above
Let us be poems
In the social page
Healthy gems
Birds uncaged
“The world is a stage”
You directors will decide
If the spectators would hurl
Brickbats or
Throw bouquets
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April 7, 2016
It shouldn't hurt to be a child- Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Becca aTeagan
Hidden
I am the wind whistling in your ears, chilling you to the bone,
I am the heart tearing you to pieces,
I am the path leading you home.
I am the mind that compels,
And the arms carrying you.
Hidden from prying eyes.
I am the voice, comforting the saddened,
And the anger that is conjured,
In our blackened soul.
Hidden.
The soul that’s tarnished by pain, hostility,
Envy, and greed.
Smeared with grease and coated with dust,
Rusting, somewhere, in our broken body.
Barren of love, hope, or mercy.
You are the soloist in the orchestra,
The lone flutist
Who can only be heard by the dead.
You are the legs that walk weightlessly on wintry ground,
And the wings that fly.
Hidden from those who seek.
We control.
Everything.
Unintentionally.
With purpose.
We are the lungs that breathe life,
Into all existence,
And yet,
We are dead.
Our minds are full to bursting,
But our hearts,
Are more empty than a dish,
Scraped bare by the starved.
They are the songs that drive us to do better,
And the cement that holds us here.
Unable to escape.
Free to leave.
They are the light that beckons,
And the dark that pushes you away.
They are the nurturers that let us keep our roots,
And the breeze that sails us forth,
Into our own sunset.
Intended for mercy and freedom,
Only invoking fear.
I am the confusion that comes with breaking away,
I am the love of change.
I am the ever present hatred,
And the love that was always there.
Hidden.
I am death,
And the crippling grief it brings.
And life,
In all it’s splendour.
I am the last, wheezing breath of a dying man,
I am the piercing cry of a newborn.
I am the despair that uplifts,
And the hope
That kills.
I am a giver,
I am honest,
I am selfless,
Victim to paradoxes.
I am the powerful will that heals,
The horror that divides.
The reality that shatters every fantasy,
The fantasy that shuts out reality.
Hidden from all.
The fable, weaved through
The tapestry of life.
Colours wavering,
Patterns ongulating.
Alluring poor,
And ensnaring rich,
With the life,
Pulsing within.
I am you,
And you are me.
We are one...
We are the ever present love,
And the hate that was always there.
Hidden.
the power of Black women walking together as a community
to know that there's nothing we can't accomplish when we move in unity
turnt, turnt, turnt up
now ready to reach new heights
animated, invigorated and stimulated
to walking by faith and not by sight
wearing our denims and pearls
as we traverse the red carpets of life
in shades of red with crowns on our heads for we are queens in the Kingdom of Christ
the power of Black women walking together is a sight to behold
a cohesive solidarity as we endeavor
to achieve our goals
nurturers, supporters and devoted encourages are we
women of God with humble hearts
striving affectionately
just don't discount us and don't miscount us for we are a feminine multitude
on a heavenly altitude, living the Beatitude with a Jesus is my Savior attitude
the power of Black women walking together
as we lift up our communities
champion young black minds,
none of our kids to be left behind
now given every opportunity
We got you say no more
know that you are not alone
for we are praying warriors walking with you. through all of life storms
the power of Black women walking together as one body in Christ
knowing we won't fail, we will prevail
on a massive scale as we promote life
so please take note
as we are damn sure woke
and we vote as often needs be
for we are black women walking in our purpose to defend democracy
we are mothers, aunts, daughters and nieces determined to do our best
collectively working in concert
to whatever cause we need to address
the power of Black women walking together as daughters of the King
knowing in our hearts, we abide by God
and his wisdom we impart in everything
the power of Black women walking together as we advance the Great Commission unceasingly praying, never straying
staying focused on our Christian mission
we won't back up, we won't back down
and in your face we will be
for we are Black women walking together
building powerful communities
just don't get it twisted
and don't get defensive
as we are major demographic factor
because Black women walking together
have more power than a nuclear reactor
we are Black women walking together
Brass windchimes
ring melodic time
backed up
and down,
back
and forth
by boisterous breeze voices
blowing somewhat more silent choices
below
Before benighted rejoice
reprise to rise
and fall
wounded fail
yet again
Melodious inside intentions
to ring true
love's restoring stories
of local justice circling
dynamic spirals inside
looking resounding out
virally
conspiratorially
anticipating healthier life within
Mother's sensual gusts
Overpowering peaceful chimes
global resting
arresting rhymes
with powerful enculturing space
enlightened green spring out times
up happy,
healthy
Driven by bountiful breeze
and this northbound tidal
grey-blue iconic river
flowing drifts back
and surging forth,
Downstream
yet again back up
in-between
indigenous natured out
spirits in
Chiming outside colonizing industrial windows
noticing
re-connecting stressful winds
and anxious tides
of not so well chimed
compassionate green change
loudly rang
While icecaps,
empowering South
and enlightening North,
silently
soundlessly
melt integrity's just right divine
dividing humane left
Eastern Earth greets Western Sun
chiming resonant hospitality
of eco/theo-logical nurturers
nourishing brass rounds
of resighted
respited
holy sounds.
Religiosity is the culture-bound pretension
of religious function.
Religious is to spiritually healthy function
as religion
creed
faith system, idolatrous or divine,
is to spiritual form,
structure,
ecosystemic or pathologically other-unwise.
Spirit is to natural health functions,
mental and physical and sacred,
as nature
ecology
active positive hope systems
are to natural form,
polypathic structures,
polyphonic themes of Wisdom Literature,
EcoLogos Paradigms of Health,
Sacred Ecology
for Earth's ReStorative Ego/EcoJustice.
Bilateral Win v Lose religiosity dysfunctions
within each bicameral WinWin religion
represent evil absence of sacred ecological Form,
ExeGenesis
ReGenesis,
Alpha through Beta-Omega.
YangUniverse
with YinSquared bilateral speed
of FatherTime's polypathic enlightenment.
ReligiousLeft with Integrity of SacredRight
co-arising nondual healthy spirit-nature PolyCultural YangFunction
Optimization,
meeting Continuous Quality Improvement
WinWin EcoPolitical Performance Standards,
weighed on MotherEarth's Scales
of ReStorative EcoJustice grace paid forward
for Ego/Eco Peace through globally cooperative gratitude
in regenerative return.
PolyCultural Religion,
YinYin (0)-BiLateral Souls,
Absence of DualDark Bright
Double-Binding NotNot = WinWin BiCamerality,
Positive Psychology
of EgoLeft Secular Patriarchal Dominance
restoring
EcoElder SacredRight Matriarchal
Memories of NotJustYang-NotJustYin EquiValent
(0)Sum EarthMothers,
swimming through oceanic salt-rivers
of sacred baptismal SpaceTime.
WinLose (0)-Sum Reiterative Justice Religiosity
of suboptimizing EgoSystems
are merely more secularizing Business As Usual
for WinWin ReStorative Justice and Peace
Spirits with Natures,
Metaphysical Nurturers with Physical Naturers,
Yin-Fractal DoubleBound Matriarchal Circle-Octaves
with YangUniversalSpace = YinSquared BiLateral Time's Spiraling
ReVolutionary-ReStorative Spiritual Grace Intent.
Ask nurturers,
parents,
librarians,
nurses,
maybe even a doctor or two,
What's required for my long-term commitment
to re-invest
for necessary long-term resilience?
The answer,
health,
seems sufficient
and yet not the sacred purpose
for resonating my optimally wealthy life.
My purpose is growing healthier ecosystemic life
invites finding meaning through EarthCentric ZeroZone healing
resilient cooperative climates,
now increasingly volatile while desecrating
degenerating dissonance
through over-investment in automated comforts
and defensive apart-ness contracts
and absence of liberally loving WinWin contacts
at LoseLose unacceptable prices
of long-term automated consumer trends
decaying while grabbing remnants of shattered competing markets,
especially labor
and water
and soil
and entertaining soul root nutritional systems,
Rather than re-investing in cooperative love,
grace at home,
positive karma abroad
energy democracy,
resonant resilience,
polyphonic paths toward sacred health
rather than more competing climate of business apartheid pathology.
If we go back far enough
on any current survivor's family tree
we will find intersections of multicultural love
immigrating on business
and/or involuntary survival pilgrimages
in caravans of naked hope
for better,
more resiliently healthy
interdependent futures.
Nurturers meet a need.
Naomi advised Ruth;
Nathan counseled David.
Nicodemus backed Christ.
Narrow-minded people,
Narcissists by nature,
Nurse their own poverty.
written May 1, 2017
for Kim Merryman's N-pleiades contest
JUDGE ME!
Did you ever stop to ask if I am doing fine,
Or what’s been on my mind?
But you would rather comment on the amount of make-up
I put on,
Yes you would rather judge me-
Maybe all I’m looking for, is a friend,
You could have been there just to help mend;
But you would rather comment on all the clothes that
I put on,
Yes you would rather judge me-
My sisters, did it not make sense when I often stayed off work,
And when I did return, all you did was smirk,
But you would rather comment on the amount of days
I was off,
Yes you would rather judge me-
Women! Look into my empty eyes.
Listen to my silent cries.
Feel my undetected pain.
Are you not suppose to be a mother, a sister, a friend?
Where’s the compassion that you show your own but not a stranger?
Aren’t we protectors, nurturers, defenders?
All the make-up, all the clothes and all the days off?
They are just to cover the hurt!
Sssshh! Its okay, don’t comment and don’t judge me.
Ladies, we are more than
our hips, thighs, booty, and our
breast size.
We are more than the color of our
eyes.
We are more than the length and
texture of our hair.
We are mothers, nurturers,
educators.
Survivors of deadly diseases
and survivors in life.
We are Adam's Rib
designed by GOD
put on this Earth as
our husbands backbone.
We are not allow ourselves
to become disrespected
nor should we disrespect anyone
else.
Women, so many identities so many
possibilities.
Co-empathic passions
like hearts with flowers,
mothers with soft sunny spring shower days,
Develop interdependent webs
of both/and intimacy,
like bodies with loving minds
wrapped around loving partners
and cooperative vocational co-owners,
Regenerating love life
lived win/win optimally well,
like an organic ecofeminist farmer
dancing nutritional poetry in fertile field
re-membering heirloom beauties,
present cooperatively developing family,
present within seeds of future generations
and past polypathic nutrient nurturers,
enculturers of win/win multi-regenerational health.
Upon our ego deathbeds,
this great terminal either/or culminating identity event,
this both/and co-passioning quality opportunity
of left-mind's secularly embodied health
and right-mind's sacred wealth
reconnect with passionate interdependent Others
resiliently mattering most
both/and resonantly intelligent
within Earth's continuously emerging
win/win
health/wealth multiculturing opportunities,
Co-passions inviting imperatives
of flex-stretching both/and attachment
live better lives,
healthier inclusive loves.
Yet
capitalism and patriarchalism
learned by left-brain dominance
where balancing right-brain ecofeminist prominence
could better drive our co-passioning polypathic train
of historic healthing events,
In which win/lose capitalism
invites us to over-invest in ZeroSum competitions
for disempowering Other's co-passions,
rather than inviting reinvestment
in emotive connection,
ZeroSoul timeless inter-relationship
Despite epic nutritional growing years
of oxytocin both/and evolution
to relentlessly nature/spirit quest
yin-belonging
integral intimate organic connection webs,
While Yang's too-autonomous monoculturing supremacy
resists redefining wealthy people
as those healthy enough
to not need either/or left-dominant
ZeroSum ego-identified
anthropocentric predation over Others,
Building a dispassionate monoculture of either/or cognitive fundamentalism
is at radically compassionate both/and odds
with any interdependent organic multiculturing body/mind
secular-biological/sacred-ecological interdependent
EarthMothered identity.
Nursing is to restoring peace,
restorative win/win justice,
as surgical judging is to punishing injustice,
retributive win/lose justice.
Nursing ecosystems
and nurturing egocenters
can often be used synonymously,
as nursing is to nurturing.
To nurse a baby
ecosystem
is first to nurture a cherished developing infant
non-zero zone egocenter.
We, nurses and nurturers,
share a nutritional history
of healthcare giving safety
and receiving, in return, wellbeing significance
Delivered best
and most durably,
resiliently,
when care works in coincidental resonant ways
Nurturing all win/win
multilateral directions
ecosystemic
metaphoric,
All polypathic nursing selections
seductions
egocentering healthiest wealth,
analogic
Ecological nursing
felt empowerment
and needed co-investment
in ego/theo-logical nurture.