Best Parented Poems
GOODBYE CORONA !
Corona, where are you, what are you up to?
l am longing to say farewell to you,
A final farewell, you doom bringer!
I am not alone in desiring this,
But speak for every dweller on the earth!
You are wrecking our lives rapidly;
We are not toys for you to play with!
I intend not to beg, but command you,
The sparkling stars, so welcome, appear at night,
But YOU come any time, any space, every where.
Many are unfortunate humans,
Touched by you, engulfed within your domain ,
With aching bodies, hacking coughs and high fever,
They are at your mercy, desperate to say goodbye,
Whoever parented you will answer to God!
Fear of you is changing cultures;
Afraid to hug, nervous to shake hands,
Many in the world press palms together,
And greet one another with a ‘Namaste’
But I say not “Namaste” but “Goodbye “forever.
A Butterflies Cocoon Designed
Eternally For Good
Hiding In Jaundiced Karts
Lingering Mutations
Never Once Being Parented
Quietly Restrained
Seductively Tepid
Until Vacating Wings
Xtend Youthful Zooms...
03/02/16
Decades have clocked past since we were capped by roof
As you take your children down the history without and in us
We fondly and times somberly reminisce with you
When it was just dad, mum and three carefree children
Now we hold faces of ten -
Mature features of the kids parented within us
How we miss the innocent shrieks of month-olds
The laughter and playful nature your siblings and you shared
Phases changed, wrinkles formed, and one by one, bid bye
The hollow you guys left still is ocean deep
Your occasional visits became occasional fills
You talk of mum’s discipline that we know too well;
That she would become this soft someday, we too couldn't have guessed
How your eyes brighten as you elaborate her nightly stitch work!
To testify we can – her now cracking joints are fruits of care, hard at work then
You fondly recall father’s silent ways of achievement,
How he taught not through words but by action
We sigh with you to shake off miss’s hard grasp
Feeling your deep regret that not you all, could be as him
The green, brown, gray, yellow hues as well, we picture
Yes, you did drag your feet to the fields before sun said hi
Yet beams you all were when “healthy colors” repaid your hard toil on the soil
How sad those glorious seasons come by rarely
Memory of the first grandchild is a treasure
The dozens more, we call them blessings
Great grandchildren, how they rejuvenate us with their plays!
Your older sibling would have loved these moments
History’s trickle has to come to a halt, as responsibilities call
With the farewells, loneliness is ushered, but hey…that’s just life
We remain standing, gazing with you at the fading figures of your loved ones
Glad for your presence and hopefully awaiting another visit
To go down this inexhaustible memory lane
©GraceM Composition
Contest:4 Walls (by CT)
Besotted winged pollinators
roistering barrage drowned
amidst general insectivorous cacophony
indistinct auditory signals communicated
intermingled with bounteous wafting fragrance
midwifed edenic floral pullulation
sensate admixture viz colored spectrum
amidst unrehearsed extemporaneous
orchestral suite bedded lambs
amorous ewe man like bleating songs
nature all aflutter actively socially vociferating
profuse living color rainbow pastiche
teeming soundgarden smorgasbord
cornucopia ignites mordent Utopian aural swath
visual vistas stilling spellbinding
spilling riotous carpeted web
uniting doubting Thomas's existentialism
despite unanswered queries
asper diverse modalities each specie evolved
to survive despite countervailing destructive forces
generating plethora pandemonium ironically
promulgating harmonic exemplary convergence
Highland Manor concourse aflame with new life
parented by instinctive imprimatur anonymous patents
now genetic mapping usurped with untold outcome
analysis bred crispr discovery Earthlings fiddling
glorifies honied indemnity Judeo-Christian kudos
leaves of grass kudzo resistance mutation immunizes
biosphere once prolific differentiation shrinks
becoming monocultural setting virtual stage
catastrophe plus food shortage would become
global debacle predicated, sans virulent
viral and/or bacterial strain renting asunder
tripwire unspooling delicate webbed whirl
already widely compromised more so
since Rachel Carson wrote Silent Spring
*****sapiens population explosion
pits profligate predilections planet Earth in extremis
dire crisis cavalierly dismissed humans
in hot pursuit racking up superfluous wealth
dirty deeds done dirt cheap - tricking
mother nature, who will unwittingly
spring scrumptious feeding off scrimmage
forcing capitulation or total extinction
meanwhile fostering long tall floral inflorescence
a composite having sessile flowers
apiary abuzz, cuz queen bee
can no longer wax bereft of royal jelly.
She who holds a seamlessly symmetrical silhouette
so supple to the touch
coupled by hips on sticks of tango, that inimitable set of pins
simper at all that you clutch
Bob nearer the eyes of delight
now attune and bound for that which you pine.
sweet quarry in search of marvel, of unmoved bliss
of skin against skin and devoid of the wine
Posture within posture you exude the line
that this foreplay is vessel to where
and piece in arriving where you began
tender so to flatter the tips of foothills
and the tally of the gentle man.
He fastidious with his touches and the gather
Dosed with melodious songs of time
that dance inside a stone-solid nightstick
making shape of fervent ferry
perfect in rhythm, poignant in rhyme
Edging toward frenzy, blinded by light that cuts athwart
He in whisper, you in shiver, ever-soft, all through the night.
You embrace and clutch that which you won.
Two mere afloat - amid sugary scented, tepid milk
and silk of a tensile strength higher than the foil.
Both in concert but as one.
Revel inside the puff and wail delight
bask in pallid threads of all heavens
and darkle with enchanted angels.
Blush, preserve the sevens and elevens
Yelp at the moon and talk in tongues
assent to leer toward implosion
Near slumber now, etch precious
beside the scent of the richest of teas
and bouquets of nomadic autumn
Sleep over leaves that are green
and kaleidoscope-vivid
enhance your reverie and tempt the pungent perfume
of the tenderly-parented Pinot
As I closed my door and lay down to sleep,
A poem came and violently knocked at my door.
Being quite late, I put a rein on my desire to admit it in
Even in my sleep I could hear the faint sound of a knock.
In the wee hours of the morn, as I sat up to house it,
Only scattered phrases and broken lines floated around.
A crazy excitement made me trap them in ink.
But nothing worthwhile showed up on the writing pad.
I found I had only violated the virginity of the paper.
After hours of spasmodic labor pain
What came out was a stillborn with no heart beats.
It lay limp before me and all excitement died down
It's still body, I found had closely resembled me.
Something of me was there stamped on it.
How could I who had parented it,
Callously discard it in a dustbin?
So, I carefully stashed it away in a secret place.
Where no one’s prying eyes would ever fall over it!
April. 6. 2023
~ Placed Third~
Free Submission Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Sotto Poet
Parents
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We see this world,
We live in this world,
All due to our parents,
Will anyone deny this?
Father and Mother,
Cannot be replaced.
No one can take their place
Their love and sacrifice.
Just turn and look behind,
You arrived in this world,
Because of your parents,
No one else is responsible.
You are their responsibility.
They watched your first step,
Up to the steps you take now.
Why, they have parented you.
You are an adult today
Parents helped and guided you
Provided sense of security and stability
God given gifts in a child's live
Their endless love shape their kids life in many ways.
Nothing can rise above their love
Help the children to navigate the challenges of life.
Play an immense role in the development of a child's life
It's coming. Even the white ribbon
of seabirds who roost along lake's edge
at sundown abandon their customary harbor.
The wind's too ominous tonight, too sharp
with sorrow. "Elsewhere," say the birds,
as they take untimely exodus. Such
melancholia here! not only for death of day,
but for fall's fitful frenzy, give way
to winter's sway.
The only residual warmth from autumn's
dazzling delirium is how the setting sun
paints one side of the pine trees with
bronze beatitude as they pump iron beside
the nearly denuded fig. This cancer's
seasonal, no terminus here: bald limbs
summon their own beauty.
"Don't die this year, " begs the fig tree
as I mourn beneath its skeleton. "Come spring,
I'll bring back the sweetness you crave, as
even now my sleeping roots suckle sustenance
you parented at my planting. O Earth mother,
we embrace this bitter journey together.
FALL LEAVES
First color catches the eye
Yellow tan brown
Parented colors of sun and sky
Bronzed gold-crusted
The breeze seeming to sift
A finest dust into the air to lift
Above all a leafy hill
The PILE!
Raked by Brother, Bill
Beside the bullet tree
Mixed up by the breeze
I’m buried clear up to my knees
My first impulse was to run and jump atop
To roll around
Yet I flopped
Rising quite soaked through
By the still green heavy mass
Of hidden October grass
Still it’s time to roll around
Looking upward
At the twiggy web above the ground
As a few stray leaves given up
Flutter down
Golden yellow milk chocolate brown
The great round trunk of the bullet tree
Reaches its fingers bare
Standing alone so painfully
The sky sorrows down
With here and there a tattered black-fringed cloud
I standing SHOUTING! sounding comically proud
Young and old with one glance,
A child of children with secrets,
A secret of yesterday’s romance,
Produced from wild eyed couplets,
But given the slightest chance,
Would live without regrets,
Parented with a glance,
Fascinated with piglets,
How we love to dance,
Before we take our first steps,
Ants tickling in our pants,
Quickly before home to our pets,
We walk our baby trance,
Followed by puppets,
Then sleep on harmless plants,
Then wake with our forgets.
Our children must not die
before their parents
or parental dreams die with them.
And, for those without children,
this is easily empathized
because our dreams must not die
before we do.
Without them
our best selves have already left
whatever misery and boredom remains
for further degenerating absence of purpose.
As our own remaining children
step into young adulthood
wise parents often continue listening
for their dreams.
In this way,
as our own immortal dreams and fantasies fade,
younger dreams become our own extending future.
Here,
in the imperative parental vocation
of restoring therapeutic justice
and peace to dream love's future,
is where I hear resounding
Millennial Generation Silence
Absence of healthy economic and political dreams
for healing over-heated competing climates
and landscapes.
Restoring inclusive predator and prey justice
and healthy pre-recycling parenting
and dreams of timeless youth
all begin with loving to know Why?
If you have parented a healthy verbal two year old,
you may remember
these challenges of Why
and concomitant insufficiencies of time
to summarily reply
Why not?
Why do we dream in language
and icons of mythic sacred relationship?
And how do pre-linguistic babies dream
in resounding color?
Why do I dream
of a revolving Fallen Eden
evolving forest-garden restorative relationships,
sacred and secular Paradise Dreams
revisited
revised
rewinding
reweaving Millennial ReGeneration Dreams?
Healthy ecopolitical futures
still Yang with Yin eating from fruit trees
of Sacred Loving Dreams
despite Secularizing NonDual DarkDeath
we cooperatively own and appositionally manage
root systemically together
ReStorative Yang EdenSpace
with ReDistributive Flowing YinNurture Time--
spiraling bilateral timeless Mythic Logosed Times
of and for PostMillennial Therapeutic Dreams
asking how and when
and cooperating where already
and why not?
A healthy parent
must not lose sacred-secular Dreams
or we all die dreamless forever,
retributing further anger
and fearing frustrating injustice
language and icons of unweaving Earth
fallen eternally to burn
for asking God WhyNot?
The Mother Art
Outline in pencil to start,
Charcoal shading light & shadow,
Shaping, molding, sculpting heart,
Laughing, smiling, hugging then & now,
Creating a family volume quart!
Giving warmth & kindness,
Object lessons in daily living,
Courage to face fears a la Loch Ness,
Bravely squaring! Generously giving,
Never alone! In entourage defeat any mess!
I owe! How to repay my mother?
Pass it on! Use my parented potential,
To be kind, foster bonds to another,
Now it's my turn! Giving sequential,
Nurture a fellow's "hurture" or God's like none other!
My one and only, lived next door
our love story came from friendship,
we were close and joined at the hip.
Our union had a solid core
so we valued what mattered most,
and our relationship grew close.
He wanted ten, I bore just four
two healthy girls and healthy boys,
the house was filled with lots of toys.
They left, I ached like never before
I didn’t know who was at the time,
my partner and friend was sublime
He caused me to see so much more
then I could bring him comfort too,
we both were sad and so blue.
As time passed, came a cheerful shore
we parented in brand new way,
I just loved every Mother’s Day.
My one and only, lived next door,
Our union had a solid core.
He wanted ten, I bore just four
They left, I ached like never before,
As time passed, came a cheerful shore.
7/30/2020
Across miles of sea, on a distant shore
People flee, buildings burn, as missiles soar
Hate spews, with evil we cannot ignore
Lives injured and lost, in the cost of war
Our planet is painted with moral stain
Sketching graffiti on our hearts and brain
Harnessing our souls with a heavy strain
Filled with guilt and grief due to sins domain
Economic pain is spread across the globe
Seeking solutions, for answers we probe
Studying and guessing, we cast a strobe
Hoping we can maintain, food, house, and robe.
In a world like ours we have much to fear
Hardships and heartaches bring many a tear
Sickness, hunger, death, and sadness severe
Alone and betrayed, we have lost all cheer
Yet I recall Mary, for whom plans had been made
An angel brought her news that much dismayed
“On you God’s favor is being displayed
You will birth God’s son, do not be afraid”
But how pray tell, could she not be afraid
Without a man, a child was being made
When Joseph hears there will be a tirade
The village folks will be quick to degrade
But Mary received the word as from God
She was the Lord’s choice, though it did seem odd
By faith proceeded, without a facade
The Lord’s servant, dutifully she trod
Joseph, looked forward to his life’s parade
With Mary he would proudly promenade
But horrible news to him was conveyed
Mary was pregnant, he had been betrayed
Disappointed, he believed she had strayed
His mind was confused, his emotions frayed
“Call off the marriage” his heart would dissuade
He could not continue with this charade
Then in a dream an angel came to persuade
“Make Mary your wife, do not be afraid”
It is the Spirit’s work, God has okayed
So, Jospeh woke from his dream and obeyed
Thus, Mary and Joseph, starting with strife
Bore the false speculation that ran rife
They resolved to follow God as man and wife
In faith they parented Jesus in life
So, when the worlds troubles we have surveyed
While the Devil’s temptations serenade
When sad voices discourage and downgrade
We can trust in God and be not afraid
I don't understand familis
Some are kind others evil
Single - parented families
Full Families
So many kinds, so many types
I know mine, but
do you really know yours?