Mother Idyll (Idyl) Poems | Examples
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Farmer king of yon garden and ranch!
By far the those pastures long lawns;
Idol streams reservoirs wildlife drinking waters dawn;
Farmers shores crops his wares he sells chance;
Mist the bartering stock, Queen mother baking things
9/18/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
In the deep veins of her corridors
Flow thick blood of academic Excellency
Dwelling in the hearts of her blocks
Is the dream to serve the nation
Patiently we had to wait
for the lovely and beautiful expectant UNIMA.
To give birth to her, the giant of the land.
The fourth labor of mother UNIMA
Yielded this bouncing baby of the warm heart of Africa
Standing still with her pillars in the armpit
The armpit of great Masauko Chipembere highway
She is the real reason. The reason,
Why Malawi swims in the deep rivers of Africa.
Across the borders raising its flag in the white man’s land
We have never imagined that there can be this day.
A day that joy and celebrations will find their way.
Out of our minds and into every corridor of hers.
Tears of happiness flowing down the cheeks of Blantyre
The day when every institution trembles with fear
Bowing down to this great conqueror of the land
Crowning her as the great Queen
With her kingdom celebrating 25 years of victory
The silver jubilee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
A mother that hears the cry of her baby
does not turn deaf ears to show indifference.
A woman prepared for a culinary task,
by all means, gathers the condiments required.
A barricadoed road, however restrictive,
suffices not to keep an incubating hen off her eggs.
A nocturnal darkness does not stand to disorientate
a hand to miss its way to the mouth.
Scavenging any available heaps in sight
reflects the missing of a valuable.
The heat hung on the spiders webs
tinsel from tree limbs
taunt between gargantuan boles
the golden hour lay garland on silken floss
with its intrepid arachnid host.
Dream weaver, fate Mother, Earth balancer
She dances.
A minuet brown bit suspending itself
between heaven and earth.
Across immense spans of grassy knolls
where the Cahokia sleep in the mounds of Kings.
She dances.
Dream weaver, fate Mother, Earth balancer
Centering the spinning Earth, the Cosmos…
harmonizing harp home of the Mother
caller of the four corners
She dances.
One night the sunset rolled down soft and slow behind the hills afar,
and I sat rocking back and forth with rhythm in the trees as headlights drove away,
and turned my gaze from sky above where Venus and her brightest friends came
out to play,
to tracing helter-skelter paths of tiny crimson ants criss-crossing broken bricks
below my feet like scars,
and I thought of all the moments in my life that led me here, and how the ocean
spreads across the world to touch the shore,
and how the mother keeps her child so close and does adore, and I thought of
you, of but a girl, but whom I hold so dear
On rolling hills and deep ravines,
thunder quakes and treetops lean.
Raindrops fall upon the ground,
softly weeping without a sound.
The wings of the Humming bird sing,
quickly drinking all that sweetness brings.
Acorns swing within their trees,
winds whipping to set them free.
Little squirrels digging deep,
seeking a long hidden treat.
Mother Nature sends her call,
when upon nature the storm falls.