Mothers are very unique
Never to be traded for anything
The love they give
Comes with no hidden intentions
A love so real and rare
Nurturing and culturing their offspring relentlessly.
Women the womb of earth
Always bestowing blessings on earth
Steadily reproducing
As they conceive
Earth receives another legend or hero.
Happy mother's Day
To all mothers out there
Praying and doing anything
To see their children win or be at the top
The love you give is priceless
Sometimes not reciprocated
But you all never seize your unconditional love
Mothers our alliance from birth until death.
Categories:
culturing, africa, celebration, deep, education,
Form: Epic
Frequently she said of the other
who she compared
him to her
other
Asset based relationship
ought not include one or the other men
to know whats happening
Should one include
somethings that
is rude
and should the other dictate
for the other to either
ne-go or negate
it's all in the wording
that it is either excepted or rejected
most common then it's mentioned
as a point of reflection
then she schemed to meet him
must she scheme to keep him
to make so many people
involved: are these then to problemate
or problem resolve?
Categories:
culturing, AI Generated, beauty, culture,
Form: Bio
She has left the drape of darkness.
Soft electric lighting
nudges hips into revelation.
Her stone has left its whiteness,
blue veins bury their tributaries
into perfected form.
There’s a dappled culturing
where marble flexes.
Her body lives beyond death and life,
the sculptress created her
as a mirror-image of her desire.
It is a dishonor to simply look
at such plicature, curve and contour
as if she were created
only to be an object for the eye;
to touch her, bring her under my flesh,
to know the shape of her in my body
that is the secret depth, the wish.
Hands seek to hide my mind
while they ripple together within
pocketed thoughts.
Categories:
culturing, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Barren women in the arena of Sylvia Plath
Weep for a baby
To bless their progenital path
With a lilting lullaby
Sung at night
Rocking baby in maternal arms
Imbued with love delight
In urban hamlets or on farms
Where baby comforts mum
Worn out by house chores
Despite nibbling a plum
On maternal shores
With fonder love
Mum derives from nurturing
Baby on wings of the dove
That needs no external culturing
As mum and baby bond
Despite pains the childless
Suffer from the infertility vagabond
Who certain wombs refuses to bless
And who robs childless women of joy
When scorn and sarcasm on them rain
As detractors and subtractors enjoy
Heightening the strain
Barren women bear
At home and in society
Where they dare
To walk tall with piety
They deserve
With or without children
In tone or in reserve
Along soothing words and hugs from brethren.
Categories:
culturing, poems,
Form: Free verse
There are seedlings grown well somewhere
behind the walls in natural fertile soils
they are monocotyledonous fresh seedings
the radicles wake up first before plumule
to gain firm ground for branches, leaves
but some farmers do it with wit in style
watering roots with alcohol and iodine
pouring steaming water to remove pests
some do remove soil from the roots
allegedly to provide freedom and aeration
fertilizers, humus that are indispensable
are starved off the hungry, sick seedlings
small pebbles are spread in and around
to register beauty, seriousness and duty
and the seedlings grown behind walls
dry up with survivors yielding very little
but the farmer is proud, loud, and happy
to bolster pride the farmer packs leaves,
poor seeds, stems and export to markets
But then the farmer puzzles me;
Why claim farmer-ship but of scandals?
every activity of raising even bedbugs,
culturing snakes and parasites is divine
to best of sincere ability one must work
and it’s more demanding if it is humanity
at the center of functions and goals
Categories:
culturing, education, satire,
Form: Free verse
I once heard frogs singing
a bridge between Earth's solar spiraled song
and my neuro-systemic brainstem
flowing down and out across octaved rib cage
and diapraxis hips
with skeletal smooth-structured hinges
folding in to bow toward Earth,
unfolding open to breathe in ProGenitor's
bullfrogged Yangish lusty air
Croaking through my sustained memory
of Golden Rules and Ratios
and Alchemical Elixirs,
Prime Zero-Culturing Relationships
coincidentally greeting co-gravity waves,
mutually resonant and effective economic
Ecologic Therapeutic harmonies
singing their bridge,
co-spiralling super-nuclear ellipses
living our Green Climax Commons
within this Earth,
our anthro-reforming Universe.
Categories:
culturing, creation, earth, nature, sound,
Form: Free verse
Born of Two
Positive and negative energies were made to make things new
From door stops to whistles to how a frog jumps and what colours it is too
An existence is a culmination of all these experiences and how you interpret the energy in you
Take it to the limit of what is possible and maybe you’ll see yourself shining through
A bright sunny day walking in the garden of our country selectively thinking is that a positive energy or whatever the conclusion of shade it is from bright green to sky blue
Elaborate connotations of facts run so fast like a herd of wildebeest just while you are tying your shoe
Is this my life or is it nature deciding what it wants to show considerately in hue
I have a feeling that whatever I know now is all that is positive and negative but how do we choose
There are minds of genius still working on that single idea of what is true consciousness and what is nature constantly feeding culturing from what has been before as we find a clue
The answers of the world are out there swimming in the sea or under the earth but one thing I do know is we shall only gain what we lose because we are born of two.
Categories:
culturing, analogy,
Form: I do not know?
Majestic stones stood in a ring
while birds flew by on the wing
this once was a place of kings
who spent their time battling
Their foes were now for beheading
this fate was cruel but befitting
a warning for others come warring
with every intention of acquiring
War horses swift of feet cantering
plunging with battle lust capering
the knights so proud are gathering
the stone ring they are honouring
Through the ages cults made offering
changing as they grew in culturing
yet never the stones change appearing
mystical, powerful capable of conjuring
Categories:
culturing, horse, symbolism,
Form: Monorhyme