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The sweetest, most special thing I've ever heard--
(though as a kid, Mother Teresa thought it absurd)
Was her mother's primping before her father returned
Every work day evening, after their bread was earned
She always wanted to welcome him home with love
& their shared mission was to lead their kids Above
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We talk about the weather to a stranger
Talk about the news to a neighbour
Talk about this and that to your Nan
And poor old Pat to Auntie Pam
Talk about your favourite positions to a lover
And contraception to your Mother
But there's these things I'd like to say to you
But when I see you I just go mute
How my pupils dilate
My heart leaps at the thought of kissing you
But for some silly reason I hesitate.
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Limerick
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Phil’s caveman look is very weird
He really should shave off his beard
His mother is right
He looks a strange sight
The Neanderthal look’s to be feared!
Since December Phil’s been hirsute
He needs to give his beard a boot
He’ll cut it off in the sink
But his mum won’t cause a stink
Cos without it he looks real cute!
Poem Posted with Kind permission of Phillip Garcia
To understand the poem please read my comments on Phillip's poem
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/3443_or_t_minus_44_880105
02~26~17
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God bestowed me life,
Earth nourished me like mother
But still I am alone in this somber world,
In search of constant friend.
Today I have grown up!
But still my mind is fickle,
My conscience is tickling my heart,
And hammering my brain.
Whom to trust ! Whom to trust !
In this prejudice world.
I always desire from cradle to grave
to follow you and get you,
as a boon companion.
And my hopes are strong
waiting for my itch to see you.
Can l reach to you!
Can I reach to you!
:- Nayan Chetankumar Shrimal
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The Wildcats was the mascot,
The elementary school just a couple of blocks away
I would walk to school hand in hand with my mother,
Waving goodbye as I disappeared through the gates.
The playground was huge,
Blacktop for miles and miles,
The swing set was my favorite,
Named it Henry, I would
Talk to Henry in my head,
He was always interested in what I had to say,
Whatever classroom tidbit I had to offer.
If someone cut their hand with a scissor,
Or if that kid made that teacher go red in the face again.
Henry would sit there, willingly,
As I tried to touch the sky with my tip-toes.
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*In 2008 my dad died of cancer. My mother and I was working a quilt for him while he
was going through his treatments so he would have something to remind him of us. I
was writing a poem for him that I was going to emborider on the quilt the night I got
the phone call he'd died. Here it is, the poem I've been most afraid of ever since
because as soon as I finished writing this the phone rang and I just knew.*
Through the years you've missed alot
But you've always ran through my prayers and thoughts
I just wanted to let you know
I love you and I will always be
My daddy's baby girl.
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He's grown up now,
Has become a little man,
Time for some independence,
Yet, there is that longing...
to be a little one again,
to be the centre of attention,
to be fed by his mother,
to be safe within the four walls of home...
He doesn't want to grow up so fast,
Not yet...
He wishes to savour his freedom
for some more time,
He wishes to go back to playing all the time
with no restraints,
At the same time, he also wishes to make new friends
in his new school...
With conflicting feelings in his heart,
He steps into this new adventure,
this new phase -
The school phase.
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Rhyme
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The word “love” can be meant in so many ways
It can be said at any minute of any day
It can be meant towards a material thing
Like the gift of a necklace or a ring
It can be meant of how one feels towards another
Such as a mother, father, sibling, child, or lover
But as I sit here and think of you
I think the word “love” cannot express my feelings so true
I say it to you so many times
I write it down in so many poetic rhymes
But my feelings surpass any word I can say to you
They cannot even be expressed with anything I do
So please know when the words “I love you” come to you from me
It is meant so much deeper than those simple words seem to mean
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Imagism
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She is not a supernatural
All she is - a being of morals
She is not invinscible
Yet, She can be divisible
A shed light in a darkened room
An inspiration to a person in doom
A transformer in many things
A quiet fighter in anything
A sister she can be
A friend she can be
A mother she can become
A baby she can come
A casual smile she can release
Giving someone a sudden bliss
When tear pours and uncease
It weakens or ruins anyone's peace
Indeed, she is a supergirl
On whole wide world at twirl
Independently ravaging
Graciously empowering
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01/15/2014
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I do not know?
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Since you been gone
I think less of you
I shed less tears
I cried for days
I said a painful goodbye
Meeting your mother for the first time
Wasn't how i dreamed of
Some days I can pass without a thought
Others not so much
Why do i keep thinking of you
Why do i keep crying over you....
Though
Burying you wasn't what I wanted to do.
Two girls say they love you
Though one knew of me
She knew you loved me
She acts like I never was in the picture
Darling please know
I love you
Saying goodbye killed me for months
Would you still be here if you didn't move?
Would you still be here if we were together?
I can't ever forget you..
Burying you wasn't what I wanted to do.
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Rhyme
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My Muse Was Not Amused
ME: "Muse, I cannot write those words!
What thoughts would he think of me?"
MUSE: "Child, you must not be absurd.
Allow my spirit to set you free."
ME: "But what if he doesn't understand?
I fear to write what I dread to say."
MUSE: "Trust and let him take your hand.
He'll not lead your heart astray."
ME: "What if he's turned away, and it's too late?
Perhaps he gave up and has found another."
MUSE: "What ifs and perhaps? Open your garden gate.
Lie in the arms of one who wants to be your lover."
ME: "Thank you, Mother Muse, for your gentle thought."
MUSE: "Keep them folded, daughter, always in your heart."
10/25/15
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Free verse
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I write about abandoned homes,
and forgotten souls, and memories
that creep in the darkest corners of my mind;
I write about loneliness,
and broken promises,
and words carved on my skin,
I write about the bloodstains on the snow,
and the remains of a car crash,
and how the wind hums a sad song
I write about the wolf
who cries at night,
howling for the moon’s response,
I write about shattered windows,
about empty halls,
and places with the stench of alcohol and regret
I write about cracks on the walls
and shadows that scare
the hell out of people,
I write about how that boy’s father died,
how his mother left,
and how that girl took her own life.
You see, I write only about tragedies;
don’t make me write about you.
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Free verse
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"Letting Him Go"
There's a boy I know
Who, everyday, crushes my soul.
His silence is deafening,
a reminder of my past mistakes.
His ghost all around me,
anchoring me to his memory.
I loved this boy;
I still do.
Not as a wife loves her husband,
but as a mother loves her son.
He lives in my dreams,
he exists in my tears.
I wake with him on my mind;
I lie awake, his words echoing in my ears.
The hope that he will one day call will not die,
no matter how hard I may try.
I no longer need him,
I've learned to survive alone.
But I want him here so dearly
that I'd do anything for just one more hug.
I miss his voice;
his laugh even more.
But I'll keep my distance
because he wishes it so.
And isn't that what love is?
Loving enough to let him go.
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I searched and wondered Mother Earth,
Looking for the last of roses...
Hoping that Lady Mary gave birth,
Before the gate of all heavens closes...
At last I met a lost soul,
Trembling emotions,
Broken memories,
Crowned diamonds on her diva's pole...
On her devilish lips,
Absorbed through her white pearls,
Our tongues spoke a thousand words,
In all languages, signs, and curls...
Drawing passion with love swords...
On her devilish lips,
I tasted heaven,
Melted over her moist skin,
Cooked spices in her eastern tavern...
Took my soul for a spin...
On her devilish lips,
I felt her drumming beats,
Losing my past in her angel eyes,
As life gave me front row seats...
To foresee where true beauty lies...
On her devilish lips, I am finally alive ??
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Rhyme
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Mother started her journey home today
where Dad stands, waiting with open arms
in the sunsets meeting of the oceans glare.
I stood by the shore, the water so clear
waiting for the message the dolphins bring near.
Has she made it; did they greet? Little
dolphin, is her journey complete?
The seahorses are guarding the Sailor in delight
the maiden was brought home by the dolphin's
side. For them the coral is glowing in splendor sight,
the waters are warm as they hugged tight.
No more loneliness he promised her as she held him
close not another word was heard. They have united
once again and now their new journey begins.
Thank you, beautiful soul, for you have made my heart
happy and once again whole. Beautiful dolphin, the messenger
of the Sea, someday I myself will be with the sea.
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Sonnet
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Plastic for garment hopeful Mc Guyver
Privileged upbringing Mum funded Uni
Drooping arms self described Survivor
Sends selfies working store security
Each week forgot which time we'd set to meet
Busy cuddling cat in his hoarders house
Box obstructed rooms, pet fur pile retreat
Expensive half hour at strip club aroused
Deep thought Duncan sombre long faced hellos
Told off at new job for being morose
Six year psychiatrist compiled his woes
Used a lot of glue trying to make clothes!
Fifty eight, next door mother truest friend
Asserts he's recognised among top ten
31st January
Duncan in denial
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Free verse
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I see a man who is misunderstood
I see a man who is assumed to be up to no good
I see a man who has a good heart
I see a man whose heart is regularly ripped apart
I see a man that wants to be loved
I see a man that focuses on heaven above
I see a man whose skin color is assumed to be a threat
I see a man whose own family he may one day come to regret
I see a man who shines bright as a star
I see a man whose life will be way above par
I see a man whose mother is the love of his life
I see a man who one day will find someone like his mother in a wife
Who is this man I see?
It is my son, my life, an extraordinary part of me.
Dedicated with all my love to my son Xavier Floyd who will one day become the man of someone's dreams. Thank you for being your mother, Mara Prose's, biggest fan.
~ Author Mara Prose
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Lyric
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You changed my life more than you’ll ever know,
Consuming my thoughts wherever I go.
My world is different and yet somehow the same,
Struggling to survive each time I hear or see your name.
This wasn’t supposed to happen, not to us,
My heart, soul, and mind refusing to adjust.
No one can tell me the reason that you are gone,
Just wants me to stay silent and keep moving on.
There was no choice given on being able to have you stay,
I didn’t even get to tell you everything I have ever wanted to say.
I failed my job as your mother, of protecting you,
And blame myself for what we now go through.
They say you’re in heaven and that you watch over me,
You will see him again just wait and see.
That doesn’t make it easier, the pain of being apart,
But every night I cry and wish with all my heart…..
To just once more see your face
To give you one more embrace
To see the tears and hear your first cry
To never have had to say goodbye.
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Will never be your mother
Of your children whom are free.
Will never be your woman
Who you claimed you wished to see.
Will never be your friend nor either be your blood.
Will never be so perfect;
The one that always loved.
Will never be anyone who matters much to you,
Will never be your destiny or one that’s overdue.
Will never be your soulmate, never be your lover,
Will never be your work, a hobby or the other.
Will never be the air you breathe or fire in your heart,
Will never be the end of you nor will be the start.
Will never be your sorrow and will never be your tears.
Will never be your precious life nor will be your years.
So now you know why I have left and life just carries on.
We can’t change the yesterday
Nor any damage done.
Will never be your enemy, your ex or a past fling,
Will never be your anyone
or clearly anything.
Though something we will always be that is much worthy of-
In this life and beyond…
We both will be with God.
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To my Grandma
November 21st 1957- May 7th 2012
A mother proudly raising her 3 beautiful children.
A son that will soon go fight for our country
A daughter that will be blessed with four children
An other Daughter that will be gifted in the arts.
That will always be there for them
To make a joke
Or heal a wound.
A Wife to a solder of the old red white and blue
For 34 years of being married on July 19th.
Always being there for him when he needs her most
And happy care for him in sickness and health.
A grandmother to four young girls
An artist and a poet
A rock-star at heart
A soon to be teacher
And a little princess
Has cared for and looked after
Was there to talk to when no one else would listen
Would love to hear or see their talents
Always had a blasted watching their favorite tv shows or movies.
That's what I think an awesome grandma is.
I go to her resting place and with a smile tears rolling down my face i say
"I love and miss you Grandma"
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Alexandrine
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Dear Son
We haven't met yet, Well not per-say,
First think I want to say,
Know that with my heart I love you,
I love you with my whole heart and soul,
I know that i haven't seen you yet,
Don't fret you'll be one charmer of a guy,
I hope your first words are daddy,
That would make your mother cry,
She is here too,
she thinks you can hear her even though your no bigger than an eye,
I heard her sing you a song,
I had to try and convince her that
dust flew in my eye,
Truth it made me cry,
I'm trying to be poetic,
I'm as good as cat in the hat,
After that I'm no good,
For you my first, my only,
The poetry I speak is truth,
My dearest son I'd be crushed
if anything happens to you,
I can't wait to teach you catch,
Mom says school comes first,
I'm jumping the gun,
We haven't even met in person,
My only begotten son,
I know this might sound weird,
I know you already, I don't know how,
I don't know why, I just know it's true,
Dear Son I love you.
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I do not know?
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She loved him more than anything else
She devoted her life to him, faithful as can be
She saw a lot of wrongs, sometimes she chose to be quiet
She hoped and prayed for a change in her man's life
He drank alcohol like there was no tomorrow
He couldn't control his wandering eyes from the many pretty women around
He had no breaks, lived for the present
He barely noticed the love that she had for him
He had no respect for the one woman who stood by him through thick and thin
Now he says he has changed
Now he says, "honey, am not in my twenties anymore"
Now he says, "I love you more than anything else and I will never hurt you again"
Now he shows progress, he is a bigger boy, taking care of his family, taking care of his woman
Maybe this is the part where I quote my mother
"Sometimes when men are young, they are reckless
They do a lot of things that can destroy the marriage
The woman has to be the pillar of the family,
She has to stay strong, stay patient and fight for what she loves"
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If it wasn’t for him needing me
I think I would crumble and die
The thing that keeps me going strong
Is that pleading look in his eye
His mother left us years ago
For that castle in the sky
If it wasn’t for him needing me
I think I would crumble and die
If it wasn’t for him trusting me
To help him along his way
I think I would just pack my bags
And from this life I'd run away
But then at night when beside his bed
We both kneel down to pray
And he thanks the Lord that I’m his Dad
Then I know that I’ve got to stay
If it wasn’t for him loving me
With everything that he’s got
I think that how to give love back
Is something I would have forgot
When she died I wanted to die too
But I knew that I could not
Because I had to raise our little boy
And it’s what I want to do a lot
If it wasn’t for him needing me
I think I would crumble and die
The thing that keeps me going strong
Is that pleading look in his eye
His mother left us years ago
For that castle in the sky
If it wasn’t for him needing me
I think I would crumble and die
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He had a porcelain heart
He was an uprising upstart
He was weathered and torn
Unfit but yet born
I see yet love him
I adored him as I loved him
Though he did me wrong also wrong
The epitome of dysfunction was ever strong
When I was alone I prayed for him
When we were together I prayed for him
On my face stomach knees I fell on the ground and prayed for him
Continually I pray for him
A verbally abusive physically intrusive a collection of unbridled sins
I wasn't trying to remake him I wasn't trying to save him all I have to say to him
I pray to God each and every night
That one day he would get right
For you see my darling man I love you past your sins
And if the minister and your father and mother and the village could not turn you around
If my praising screaming voice up to heaven the Angels can't turn you around
If you want be still stop turn around and let God fill your heart your soul and mind
If you won't get saved that's okay cuz yet and still
I love you past your sins
4/7/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
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Narrative
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He was so dull and lazy
Frightened and hazy
Never was able to mingle with others
And he knows that he always suffers
Tries to avoid the school
Does not like to be called a fool
He was not that much responsible
For his behavior so intolerable
That is his form of a character
Anyways, it does not matter
And his father passed away early
When he was a 2-year old baby
Mother always was worried
About his studies
A small business she was running
Needs her only son to get going
And people make fun
Of her hapless son
So much obscure the childhood, is unbelievable
As childhood is indeed enjoyable
But for him it is a curse
Six years later he changed gears
He decided to work hard to improve
He yearned for, something to prove
That he can do it
He started to look fit
For he concentrated hard on studies
And completed even the medical studies
He is now a famous Doctor
And a pediatrician for that matter
His was the worse childhood
And for him a bright future stood
He is now enjoying his life
He has kids from a beautiful wife
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