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Mother
My Mom is a mother, grandmother, preacher,
That was married to my dad, a mother of four daughters, three sons, and lost one daughter
Who loves God's earth creation, freedom to do as she wishes, loves to preach
Who hated not being heard when she is preaching the Word, staying home, and turkey
Who fears of losing touch with God, a loved one, or health?
Who would like to see her own church built, to perform the marriage ceremony of all her children and grandchildren, and see them all succeed and be happy, and see her brothers and sisters?
Born and resides in Texas
Loved Mom
12/25/2015
Poetry Contest: Tell Us About Your Mom
Sponsored by: Judy Konos
Promises made promises broken,
a continuum as long as spring follows winter.
An inevitable sequence, a metal chain,
locking all pledges of honesty into a dishonest oath.
These loyal pledges will fail for both.
It may not be the promises broken,
instead the subject matter of the pledge.
If the adjuration for an honest pact
was a lifetime bond,
it may be here promises hold strong.
If there was a day
when becoming cross at a loved one
was the last breath spoken to them,
would you honor a promise to yourself
never to let that happen again.
One never knows the last time it will be,
causal callous words last spoken a tragedy.
Then all let’s make this promise together,
a pact that will be kept now and forever.
Words to one another will always have
respect, dignity and love, assuring this pact not broken,
never knowing it could be the last words spoken.
Once more your lost
Not because of you, but
Because of someone.
Your lost because of a loved one,
Your lost because of a brother.
A brother has shoved you into darkness,
Darkness that will last for times to come.
Why? Because you feel it.
A feeling that you dread and despise.
Now that its here, what will you do?
Will you try finding 'you'?
Will you be content with your loss?
Will you try to find 'you'?
Will you?
This time, is it worse?
This time, is it harder?
Tears fill your eyes, but doesn't flow,
Why? Are you trying to keep them from falling?
Are the tears just not falling?
Why?
This time, it seems your lost for good.
This time, it seems you will not find light.
This time your on your own, noone is there.
Noone is there to lend a hand,
Noone is there to be that light you need.
Noone is there to help you find 'you'.
This time, it seems your lost for good?
The Stress Of Dementia
Miracle Man
9/10/2024
Dementia see’s lives, go quickly downhill,
And tests the patience, of one giving care.
A condition uncured by some prescribed pill,
most responses are questions or blank stare.
I live each day consumed by this stress,
fed by a loved one who can’t understand.
Advanced years make it to late to reassess,
So we continue the situation found at hand.
Depression is a word I’ve oft heard used,
but nonetheless I feel favored just to be alive.
When one has dementia the other feels abused,
so i pray for stamina to fight and survive.
.It was a ménage a trois,
One love locked in his head,
One locked in his arms,
And maybe in his bed.
He walked a crooked path
Between joy and despair
Sometimes uncertain
Which one was there.
In his confusion thinking
that both were the same,
Calling the living by
The other one's name.
Holding her tightly weeping
Tears of joy and relief
Most often mixed with
The tears of his grief.
She held him close never
Thinking of any blame
For when a loved one is a
Lover what's in a name.
It was a ménage a trois
And as far as she could see
For the length of their love
That's the way it would be.
After sixteen years
How does one say bye?
How do you let go?
Not of them
But the company
To embrace loneliness
And say bye
How?
How do you refuse a silent bye bye
To no one but the closer ones
I’ll play a façade, a camaraderie
When you love the one who’s so far away
How do you deal with not being able to wake up every morning
And breathe, “I Love You!”
When your future prospectus dares to tell you
“Never again will you meet”
How do you wake up and still carry on with this loved one?
When words are your only angelic weapon to play in lieu of your heart
How do you remain faithful with so many others close by
It’s the devotion of the soul
It’s the freedom of the heart
It’s a reverie of the mind
If I faltered
Where would we stand?
If you faltered
Would my heart still beat?
When you love the one who’s far away
Regardless of the generation
How do you cope with the thought of future separation?
Form:
was feelin too sick to write poetry
every breath taken
was another nail in my coffin
with shades of self pity
hanging over my shoulders like a long lost friend
this cold still goes on forever
robbing me of vitality, smell, and sacred and much adored sleep
as coughing fits
like grand mal seziures
keep me enraptured in their tendrells
never mind
these wee hours of the early early mornin
say 1.14 am
allow me to think about things long forgotten
like how my loved one called me "toquie"
and how much I loved that name....and all the warm cozy feelings
the little girl inside of me now misses these feelings
I get to think about my goals and aspirations
of the art show I again want to put on in a small
coffee shop on THE DRIVE
But, most of all, this cold has given me a gift of realizing
how imporant one's health is...
in order to fully love oneself...
and you.
Form:
Glistening tears roll down pale cheeks
Not wanting to look but scared not to peek
Another coffin, another life gone
Another funeral, but not the last one.
Eyes looking down, holding each others hands
Swaying together, shoulder to shoulder we stand
A waste of young life what’s it all for
Another one afraid to answer the door.
Life is so precious, so short, yet so good
The ground hits the oak it splatters with mud
Another friend gone, more hearts are broke
We swallow it back, on misery we choke.
Blank faces and eyes covered with a mask
A pat on the back an arduous task
To say goodbye to another loved one
So precious to all, another mothers son.
© ~GG~ 23/12/2012
I am the eternal, your LOVE
Thou shalt have no other loves before me
Thou shalt not bow down to the image of another love
Nor give your heart and homage to any other than me
For I, your eternal LOVE, am a jealous love
I am the eternal, your LOVE
Thou shalt have no other loves, but ME!
For I will visit with vengeance
if you blaspheme my name
and tarnish my image
by loving one unworthy
I am the eternal, your LOVE
and my love for YOU, is eternal
Eileen Manassian
;) Now, don't go and get yourselves all bent out of shape. This is a different take on the first two commandments. I thought I would take it to stand for Love instead. BTW....the apostle John does state, "God is LOVE." God says that He is a jealous God. Our jealousy is based on feelings of inferiority. We see what others have that is lacking in us, and we burn if we think our loved one is appreciating someone else. However, God's jealousy is based on superiority. He is the best there is, so when we give our love to another, it rouses His jealousy, for He knows we will NOT be satisfied. Isaiah 52: 2- "Why spend money on what is not bread, and your labor on what does not satisfy? Listen, listen to me, and eat what is good, and you will delight in the richest of fare." God insists that He is the best there is.
Taking that concept, I turned it to be the voice of a lover speaking to her loved one for she KNOWS...that there is no other love that can match hers. Too much? You tell me!
The seventh kingdom sings that he was a drop of gold
Who fell from the sky of golden sunlight to earth so cold
Dragons brought that drop to their caves thousands of years old
It grew into a gold child who shone for all to behold
A white dove baptised him, and brought him back to the blue
He received the glory of heaven’s sunlight as he flew
The eighth kingdom proclaims that a cloud wrapped round a rock
A young man broke out of the rock with white flames that could talk
He held a dagger and torch as doves came as a flock
The doves from the cloud cared for him as he began to walk
He received glory and power as candles were lit
Lit by man celebrating that the ancient rock was split
The ninth kingdom sings that from the nine muses, one left
She flew to a high mountain to think about the bereft
She desired her body whom none can take by theft
As a lone virgin, she birthed a son whom the angels blessed
Every angel sang hymns to nourish him with glory
And went to the waters to save men from purgatory
The tenth kingdom sings that the son came from the sun god
Who loved a white cloud and dropped a pearly tear as a prod
The cloud opened and gave a child, and the sun did laud
And the child received glory. This is what they all applaud
And the kingdom sings that the child fell as pouring rain
To the waters of the earth to ease humanity’s pain
The eleventh says that he was born with vile power
Born from a father who desired his precious flower
The plant opened its petals and became a vower
It vowed to take its sole offspring to a tomb to cower
An angel dressed in white roses came and cared for him
And through the angel, he came to a lake filled to the brim
The twelfth kingdom sings that he came from the moon and sun
He was cared for and nourished in the heights as a loved one
He was bathed in power and bright glory as the son
He soon rained down into sparkling waters as should be done
But in the shimmering truth, he was above those two
Who came to save pearls, using the shining boats to get through