“I Am Woman”
From her loins
A seed grows,
Tenderly cared,
Straight and tall,
The future, hers to give.
Oh, Great Bearer of Life,
Queen of Destiny,
What is it you demand of thee?
Please, articulate your gift to me.
My honor, indeed.
I deplore you do not know.
How blind you are.
I grew the seed
that gave you life.
A cherished gift
To eternity.
How fortunate you are.
To be allowed.
I choose, not you,
To inseminate my seed.
My belly swells,
My breasts grow,
For the life that comes,
For the life I bear.
It is my honor to choose
A life neither by evil means
Nor forced upon.
A life of love
Mine to nurture
Hold and care
Yours to defend,
Not offend.
If you know love
You should indeed be honored,
For I am your life,
And not your sin.
I am the mother,
I am your mother,
The mother of all mankind.
Year after year in the sun we would shower.
Nature and children would bloom us a flower.
A offspring of inseminate mother that wasn't sown.
Queen she will be for i would give her all i own.
My darling my love i would want more than an hour.
Earth and heaven in glade they bestow,
On earth under bower her kindle she would know.
Her balm athletic fawn makes a calm sunrise.
Her perish stabbed a paining heart of cries.
Not only that but her mother left unknown.
Sitting on the beach of “Puri” beholden at the setting sun
Rose-colored globe dropping drowsily in fathom less ocean.
Felt every atom of the sand pulsating with divinity
Million years since depicting the milieu of sanctity.
Envisioned countless footprints of great master on the sand
who sojourned across the beach with manifestation beyond .
Indistinguishable metamorphosis of the boisterous ocean at then
While masters strolled over sand along with connoisseurs in union.
My body quivered with every tide battering the shore
Persevered the cosmic fragrance concocted in the murky air.
In front prevailed the featureless ocean vibrant in action
virulent mass of agile water bopping in tandem.
Amidst chorus of enticed pilgrims infused with the blustering sound
Listened a fragile voice reverberating from every dimension beyond.
“From time immemorial I encompass agony of billions who visited me
Inseminate their reminiscence with glee through my end less journey”
Note:
“Puri” – A sea beach in state of Orissa , India where the great masters have attained their salvation :
How we abuse words
We twist and deform…
We rape them of their true meanings
And inseminate them with our own
Changing their forms
To fit what our hearts dictate
The worst abuse
Is when we call someone “friend”
Making a word so beautiful
Becomes an instrument of pain
FRIEND
When the truth is something other
It is LOVER.....it is L O V E R
Loved one…Love interest….Beloved....yet…
To hide our own insecurities
To protect ourselves from falling
To stop our hearts from calling
Only to risk rejection
To stop our minds from spinning
SO OUT OF CONTROL
We play it safe
In our comfort zones
And we call a loved one….
~~~~~~FRIEND~~~~~~
Eileen Manassian
From a old garden caretaker, seeking to inseminate the word
I try to teach, mold, and shape, so my thoughts can be heard
As I feel, see and listen, hoping to learn, grasp, and take-in
and then empower, those words chosen, to flow thru my pen
Hoping that others read, or maybe they will even transplant
Using these thoughts, in their garden, to start a poem or rant
In this way, all gardens flourish, as long as the words flow
from a garden, to thoughts, thru pens, that men can hoe
by tom larrow
for Sandy Ivy D
Contest Name "Seed"
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