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SHE GIVES US GROWTH
SHE HELPS IN GROWTH
SHE ENCOURAGE HER CHILDREN
SHE NEVER AS A GOOD SLEEP
SHE TAKES PAIN
TO MAKE US GAIN
SHE DON'T KNOW WHEN SHE LIVE
WHEN SHE DIE
BUT SHE KNOW ONLY YOU FOREVER
EVEN MY MOM IS A TEACHER
SHE DOES NOT TEACH ME ANYTHING
BECAUSE SHE TEACH ME EVERYTHING
BY HER HARD HARD WORK
I LOVE YOU MOM
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Choka
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she’s a faithful friend
a mentor, a confidant
a trusted teacher
of poetry forms
loyal, loving me for me
with no conditions...
on one occasion
she set aside precious time
to study ALL of my work
yes, from first to last
offering kind opinions
on what she thought were my best...
she loathes the lazy
practice of copy/pasting
bland, boring comments
or: ‘Nice work! Love it! Congrats!’
(short but not so very sweet)
enough already!
she’s funny and fun
honorable and honest
sometimes brutally...
(she knows I need it)
confidence sans cockiness
now THAT’S a lady...
8/14/2014
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Chuli Snacki one of my nicknames
This girl!
The way she walks
Her smile
Her A game
La Bella was another they gave
Her eyes mesmerizing
They all called her name
Then theirs Tiffany
Simple but that's Me
With a mind who's wit
Had there minds Lit
To get to know me
'O', but wait Ms Diaz has some kind of class
They always said I should have been a teacher
Always been good at math
Realer then the most
Called Ivy, Poison Ivy to be exact
She needs no description to follow
No make up, No time to Host
Finally Ms Cookie well lets just say
'Dont get your hand caught in the Jar!'
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beautiful even in silhouette
i am an artist from paper to pen
you inspire my desire like the calmness of a friendly fire
a breath of fresh air you are
you take my hand as i shed tears for my First Love
ALS has no mercy on one who was born weaker
her decline was a spoiled wine in the middle of a burning pine
the greatest teacher she was
i give God Praise for the gracious goodness of your understanding
you kiss the last tear running down my cheek and i immediately feel better
the Weaver obliterated each deceiver that results in i being her greatest believer
gladly proving me wrong she has done
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Of all the things I’ve seen
From the smallest ants
To the tallest mountains
Seeing You,
Has made me dream
Of all the things I’ve heard
From the cry of a newborn
To the wisdom of a teacher
Hearing You,
Has made me listen
Of all the things I’ve felt
From the coarsest stone
To the smoothest wood
Feeling You,
Has made me know
Of all the things I’ve known
From the comfort of home
To the words taught in books
Knowing You,
Has made me fall in love
And of all the things I’ve ever loved
From my mother and father
To the people I call my friends
Loving You,
In this way that I do
Has done much for me
Because You have set me free.
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You are my guidance whenever I’m anxious
Cheer me up when things seem to be obnoxious
So you are my teacher when I feel confused
Teach me what’s right so I won’t be abused
You showed me the brilliance of your knowledge
Now I’m making this one of a kind pledge
Solemnly swear my loyalty to you
A friend who is always be there for you
But I remembered my starting days
You had an intimidating look on your face
Never expect that we would click as team
We could wear black belts though far as it seem
Taught me your ways to be at my best
I could outrage and be better than the rest
Thank you my pal for being on my side
I know we’ll have plenty to face on our ride
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Explosions in the sky
a fire in my mind
starting out a broken spirit
until returned, my wings, I fly
and I find that I
have no place to go
when the desire has came and went
and there is no secrets left to know
I shall be the greatest teacher
exponentially now I grow
who wants to be my friend?
I only accept good people
for I have spent too much time
observing dark and evil
now I seek the light
as I remember how to fly
off I'll go to see the world
with my soul mate, her and I
I have not met her yet
but I will know her when I see her
by the feeling and the healing
as if she could be the teacher
and my heart is pounding
celebrating life until I die
when my friend, this world may end
by explosions in the sky.
-For Sandra
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A banyan tree that shields from tropical summer sun
A symbol of selfless love and sacrifice
A preserver of values that modernism has shun
No praise is enough, no gratitude suffice
Her love for her children is like blossom of springs
An angel she appears, a fairy she seems
It’s a symphony for ears, the lullaby she sings
The lullaby that drifts you in the valley of dreams
A teacher, a guide, a philosopher, a friend
An architect, a builder of beauty and grace
A garden of roses that fragrance send
Serenity of a lake where ducklings race
She suckles her babies with white blood of breasts
The hearts yearn for her bosom’s paradise
She strains every nerve, sacrifices her rests
Burning midnight oil with sleepy eyes
The special mothers that God has blessed
Maryam, Khadija, Fatema and Asiya
Women par excellence, mothers at best
Whether in Africa, Asia or the West
Mothers are an oasis in the desert of life
Their love and passion isn’t for display
Chained to the oar in your perils and strife
A shower of rain on a hot summer day
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(Dedicated to my mother Begum Najmunnesa, who left me alone in this world at the age of twelve and all the mothers whatever caste, creed, colour, religion and nationality they are. I salute them all)
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Your Highness, the Triads of the Milky Way galaxy “Planet Earth”
Have evidence of Your “GRAND” - Grand - Father’s” ‘“ E T E R N I T Y “ ‘
As Your Shrine Shines in the heat of a desolate “Forbidden Dessert of Life”
Crumbled , broken, eroding “ The Shrine of Your Beloved “ FOREFATHERS “
I as YOUR Servant : as the Knowledge , YOU bestowed upon my “Foreheads’ “
The Triads have advanced ; their technology today equals Yours of “ History “
How long before they realize ; the devastation they avoid : they also “Created”
Shall they think they have found the “ Forever answer “ to Eternal, Everlasting “
How do YOU tell them that the Dreams they Dared to Dream, were not “Reality”
Know that they can see the “T R U TH“, in Death, not the DEATH of Your “TRUTH”
The third Planet from the Sun ; we call the “ Raven Star “ unraveling it’s destiny
As they did to the Lineage of YOUR “GRAND - Grand - Father’s” “ANCESTRY”
Will they SURVIVE?, Will they See, Know, Speak and PRAY TO their “GOD”
Do they learn to LOVE one another, to Help each other? To keep History “ALIVE?”
“So VERY SAD to say ; My Friend , they do not Find the Key to EVERLASTING LIFE”
Author's Note : This POEM was Inspired by Two of My Favorite POETESSES
Carol Brown ( My MENTOR ) for Her Contest "STORY TIME " I dedicate this to YOU
Carolyn Devonshire ( My TEACHER ) for Her Contest "Sphinx Head on Mars?
Dedicated with LOVE to my POETESS LAUREATE "CAROLYN DEVONSHIRE"
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The day you were born I couldn't believe I could create something so beautiful
My child is perfect
All your firsts....you walked late, you talked late,
but you were only waiting until you could do it just right
My child is perfect
Your sister didn't want you there
She wanted to stay the best one, the only one
My child is perfect
Your teacher didn't believe me when i told her you were gifted
All parents think their child is the best
At the next parent/teacher meeting she said, "You were right"
My child is perfect
You went to a new school with other kids as gifted as you
You didn't feel like you fit in
No matter where you go, someone will try to make you feel like you are less
There are always those who need to make others feel like less so they feel more than they are
My child is perfect
You were the victim but you were called the bully
They called the police, they sent you away
I hate them for making you feel like the bad guy
My child is perfect
Your father said you could do better, you should do better
He didn't see you, he just saw numbers and letters
My child is perfect
I wasn't there for you because he demanded all my attention
He used his disability against all of us
He used it to take me away from you
My child is perfect
You didn't see all the good I saw in you
You are a writer, a poet, an artist
You are beautiful, but you don't believe me when I tell you that
My child is perfect
You tried to take your beauty away from me, from this world you think doesn't want you here
I am thankful you didn't succeed...not the first time, the second time, the third time
Not this last time
My child is perfect
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My inspiration She is born,
And with a brush of my thumb,
I can feel all her bones,
I hesitate to hold her at first,
So small--but fills me with enough to burst,
Makes me swear to never curse,
Or let her ever hurt
Or allow her to wear any type, shape, or form of short skirt,
I'd rather choke
Than let my smoke irritate her little throat,
With the first bat of her lashes
She took over my world--like no girl before ever could,
Stole more parts of my soul--then any devil ever took
With her smile I'm sold
The fire in my selfish desire put out cold
As far as I'm concerned she's my North and South Pole,
The world revolves around her
I feel a little sorry for her though,
The bloke she's gonna have to call daddy is a joke,
Luckily she didn't get his nose,
Or much of his other physical features,
After all she is a beautiful creature
The thought of all the things I want to teach her,
But I know soon enough she will become the teacher
Promise to be on every bleacher,
Wearing her picture on my T-shirt,
Did I mention no short skirts?
I hope she has a sense of humor,
Because life is too short to frown,
Or not get up when you’re down,
A couple years down the road she's 12 years old,
Such a beautiful little girl,
Wears clothes her own,
Doesn’t care much for her hair,
As it wraps down in curls,
Curls up with her books,
Her words years ahead of her looks,
Just turned 25 and so full of life
Independent and free but still secretly--Dreams of being a mother and wife,
I see her and the love in her eyes,
It’s a shame she won't talk to me about love,
But I hope I've showed her enough,
So she can recognize it when she meets the one,
That allows her to be complete,
That steals her away from me—to give me a grandson in return
And as I watch him play,
I'll reminisce on these days,
When life was all about getting hazed,
I too grow old,
Get ready to leave this world,
In my death bed it's her hand I hold,
As she lies in tears, and I lie without fears,
I swear on everything I'll constantly tell her how she saved me,
Back when she was a baby--and even before
As I write this to her my inspiration…before she's even born.
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