She spoke little, but said a lot,
her face had wrinkles, eyes were hot,
she walked unaided, back straight,
demeanour gentle, royal gait,
how wisdom arms women of age,
true life drama on real stage!
Written 6/6/2022
8 syllables each line- 6 lines
aabbcc rhyme sequence
Bite size poetry contest 45
Line Gauthier sponsored.
Her role.
History has shown
though men may not own
the hand that rocks the cradle
always rules the world.
Quote Prompt II-....I have dug my way out of the ground
with palm and fist many times
my whole life has been
one burial after another
I will find my way
out of you just fine.
Rupi kaur.
Contest:Quote Prompt II
Sponsor:Laura Loo.
22/11/2016
when darkness falls
shadows serenade
upon moonlit walls
and my eyes close
as i bid farewell to day
sweet dreams
cannot come
when hand from grave
rocks you back
through life's storms
i was bound to the hand
that rocked the cradle
my ship in stormy seas
slapped on the face
yet not by waves
but tasted saltwater
just the same
chilled to bare bone
then swept away
by wind of warmth
apologies?
an aftermath of storms
an unexpected pause
until the next red tide
bore my name
chained fast
to this diligent life
i longed to break free
from this anchor
that weighed me down
i swam against the tide
yet i was rocked
knocked back
through life
though tides have since parted
and seas are more calm
the taste of saltwater
still lingers
its bitterness
in my mouth
my mind
in bondage
cries out in pain
as hand from grave
rocks the cradle again
17 March 2010
Father And Son
--Mirrored Refrain—
--xaBA xbAB xaBA xbAB xaBA xbAB—
--Father and Son—
Fare thee well, to humbly exist and live for my son
If he feels blue, I’ll be his clown
Everything will be fine and dandy
As a father knows best
Mother having the hand that rocks the cradle
Father as a pillar of the home
As a father knows best
Everything will be fine and dandy
I’ll choose clothes that fit him
Among the choices to pare down
Everything will be fine and dandy
As a father knows best
Accompanying him for his first haircut with the barber
And buying for his first pocket comb
As a father knows best
Everything will be fine and dandy
Accompany him to every breathtaking ride
Share the quiver and embrace to cool down
Everything will be fine and dandy
As a father knows best
Learn the ropes and lend an ear
For life is the epitome of adventuresome
As a father knows best
Everything will be fine and dandy
The invisible hand that rocks the cradle
Also rocks the grave
The invisible hand of Smith’s fable
From a poor hand many gave
Sow the seed of greed
Young indeed
For this is no ordinary cow feed
But that which makes guttersnipes bleed
They suck from those that are dry
They profit even when you die
Away black fly away
Your vices I cannot say
For God would think:
“I should shrink
And kick your **** today”
Charlotte says away
But for pork you stay
“After he’s done
Put ‘em in a bun
And squash that spider today”
“Puppet master of death
Give me one more breath
I wish to be merry
Before the Styx ferry
And be buried with my wealth”
The hand is an apparition
But this is a superstition
For real men drain
their pockets in vain
To those in position
Sweet memories haunt me, roaming into the thoughts of my past
I scan through my life , from first to last.
Through the days of struggle, my mom held my hand
Till I grew up and on my feet could stand.
As I traveled through the interiors of the land
Through the forests and plains and fiery sand.
The sun that rose from the east looked beautiful red
But the plight of women was not as said.
Though Sania & Aishwarya have won international acclaim
We still don’t treat the girls and boys as same.
Why then should there be female foeticide
With the parents wanting to see a boy on their side.
It’s the 21st century lets not forget
Times are moving at the sped of jet.
In the name of religion and society our minds are stuck
Ethics , norms , beliefs , we have gone into the muck.
Mother, sister,wife ,daughter are a part of our life
Love,compassion,sacrifice,they have been with us through strife.
Women,rise, we are with you
There is light at the end and a morning of dew.
We will all stand and salute the girl child
For the hand that rocks the cradle, rules the world.
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