Life doesn't come with manual it Come's with a mother
Her love will never end but it comes for ever;
Her love is more beautiful than a fresh flower.
Mother gives life, where mother-in-law gives never!
Mother takes all the place, no one else takes her place;
Mother's love is fuel which will always have chace;
Motherhood is the biggest gamble in the world,
Where the mother's secret is never ever told.
Mother's are like glue, you can't see but they hold you;
When I grow old I would be like her, that's true;
It's possible to get pure gold, but a mother?
She is irreplaceable by any other
Her's is the purest form of love, softens edges,
Mother is God, in hearts of children takes pledges.
I’m not sure
I have the strength anymore
To be discovered
Stepping into the cold black lake of February
Clopping to work in frozen slop
Snow snarling at my ankles
Car coughing
Windshield gritting its white teeth
I wear a body double of fur curved
Like a polar beast on my back
Then the Voice of the Turtle whispers…
And sprinklers spritz in a mist of sunrise
And rows of palm trees unfold as a breezy outfield fence
Blue sky a homerun boundary
Free to swing away you can’t miss
Buckets of baseballs flung to the green sea
Leather-gloved squids
Eight kids per position
Waiting their ground balls and pop flies
Legend to rookie 60 feet and 6 inches from the big show
Chin skimmed and bum chapped with red dirt
Tip of hat flattened to home plate
Get up swing back at that
Unfamiliar crack of doubt
Deep from winter inside you.
A hot sun is a bird perched on the bill of your cap
#10 Numi eternal rookie in us all
Spread your wings and fly to Detroit
The Old English D forever on your chest.
float in the grace of your space
there is a place to embrace not to chase
once you locate
, losing the sense of direction, to where will you gravitate
keeping the trace, the color colorless, and tuning your pace in space
repetition doesn't elevate
the bet the risk the stakes the success rate
the planet the plan ET
and the huministic probability
Tamer Hossam
Life is just one big race
But it's you I've got to chace
All over literal and digital space
Over and over I prove I have a place
But you don't think so so you throw it in my face
And tell me others do you better
This will be my final letter
Because I finally know better
And I'll lose this fetter
But even as I say that I know it's not true
You looked back but always knew
That even if my cheeks turned blue
I'l always be here in the queue
I don't understand why you look after me
When it's obvious I'd be better off free
It's not like you love me and my eyes speak a silent plea
I'm on my knees with one final plea
Poetry if you love me give me the verse
Because it can't get much worse
I don't need a million dollar purse
I just need to break this curse
Neither of us will ever be the same
But I'm weary of losing at this game
And I'll never find fame
It's really quite a shame
Over and over I prove I have a place
All over literal and digital space
But it's you I've got to chase
Poetry is one big race
I found my true love on facebook, threre was a picture along side of her name.
I saw her big brown eyes, the ones I once knew, from so many years before.
I sent her a message, a"How are you" from someone known so many years ago
She told me she'd find me on facebook where there are all the picures of my life..
She looked through my past , the shadow I cast, some shots from long long ago.
The very same eyes we each had..our faces slightly withered by time.
some wrinkles some gray..we each carry upon our souls..our shells.
she said come over for coffee, and talk of memories from years in the past.
we set up a date, not long did it take, We sat across , face o face.
I said "Your the girl in my dreams"", over the years, youve been here and there"
"I wont miss this chace, Girl can we dance?, as I wanted to ask, so many years ago.
She took my hand to her hip...I told her into my arms.pulling her close.
a whisper Id held for so many years, this question, I just had to ask.
"May I kiss you my dear,?" So soft in her ear..this question from a lifetime before.
With this thought i find it difficult
to not express what i find factual
just a story to you
but to me it's what's become actual
It was a glance
followed with the chance
which soon would get away
prompting chace from a stance
That i firmly held
as i kept to myself
quietly sipping my thought
watching a sea of people who'd helped
The noticing of her
with their parting i'd concur
as it'd opened up a path
onto which i am sure
Alone again as I lay in my bed
With no one to kiss or miss
No dreams in my head
Where is he? My future king!
I live in this empty box with no hint of a ring
My finger is bare, just sitting there
With the other four, they form a fist
Out of anger because I'm pissed
That he's not here for that warm embrace
Or soft touch against my face
Is he coming, is he close by?
Maybe it's the tears clouding my eyes
I'm tired of lonelness and I need a chace
Of that little thing called romance.
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