Long Mamma Poems
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Mom, my mother is a woman made of pure gold
Perfect ruby and exquisite diamond
Whose divine decoration
Is extremely beautiful and charming.
Mom is the most wonderful woman on this soil
The one who warmed my body and soul.
She is not the prettiest
But she remains the most polite.
The one that nourished my body and soul
On the first day at the port
Of life.
She was a girl
When she was young and fresh
Like a sweet honeydew.
Mom is sophisticated
Coquette, chic, and imbued with beauty.
Mom, I wish you
A very happy Haitian Mother's day.
Mommy, ma mère
My mother, mi madre
Mamma mia
Manman pam nan.
P.S. Haitian Mothers Celebrate twice on the second's Sunday and on the last Sunday in May.
Copyright © May 2017, Hebert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Chatter of women fill the streets
Happy screams of children in perfect harmony
A beautiful world I see
A knot holds me steady
My mother's back a safe haven for me
As my head rocks slightly from the rythm of her feet
She runs, my head rocking rapidly
children cry, their hands not held, abandoned
As their screams turn into cries of agony.
Like a drum it continues to play
A rythm only played by death I hear
She runs, her heart accelerating
My head bounces, as I cling to her
She runs, as one carrying precious cargo
She runs, to a location not known to her
It all stops, then calamity
As cries tear through the slience
She's breathing heavy, she stops
Warm scarlet colouring her already coloured dress
Oozing as it frees itself from my vessel
She screams, as she sees the remnants of my life dripping from her hands
The knot She holds refusing to let go, a prayer for me
If I were to speak I would console her
But fear grips me, spreading as poison
I'm not strong but this my burden I must carry
Goodbye mamma, This world can't hurt me anymore.
Form:
Ride Your Bike
Ride your bike all over town
We don't care. We don't frown.
Hurt you. Yeah!
Kids rule. No way!
Set those toilets on fire today.
Climb the fence.
Break the rules.
Steal the crown
From the fools.
Don't have ta
If she don't wanna.
Our way. Yeah!
Chaos is our anthem loud
We're the misses
Make mamma proud
Swing from trees
Break the sky.
No regrets.
Til the day we die.
Point and stare
Gen Z! Old lady
Kids outspoken ha ha ha
Scream - push em down.
Laugh and scream
Seize the day.
Push her down
Don't obey
Kids rule. Yeah!
This is our way.
Ride your bike all over town
We don't care. We don't frown.
Hurt you. Yeah!
Kids rule. No way!
Set those toilets on fire today.
In the penitentary where Im treated like a dog
I should have known that Id wind up this way
Without the money to get off
Mamma I just killed a guard
It was the law
It was the law
It started as some petty crime
Now its the gangs im with non-stop
Is this rehabilitation
Maybe not
Maybe not
Mamma I just fought my cell mate
Now hes twitching
What the ****
Well I dont appreciate how Im a victim to be shot
The system taught me that Im not me
So I have goggles and a glok
Is this rehabilitation
Maybe not
Maybe not
Soon the prison doors will open
For Jesus Christ that is Jihad
(c) Kyle Ezra Kriticos
Craving cyanide pills.
Abandon me, death in my veins.
Extracted my heart while it was still beating.
Lately it’s just coffee and cigarettes.
From the morning until the sun goes down.
There just one minor setback, I’m the only one with a gun.
For once I’m making up my mind, I’m gunna leave this world tonight.
Suicidal thoughts got me moving too fast.
The pain I got inside got me feeling so numb.
I keep seeing death when I’m dreaming, I tell my mamma she don’t believe it
Nothing matters, no one else; I have lost the will to live.
I gotta take this opportunity before I miss it.
Cause your brain can only think about the waiting loaded gun.
Just stay away from me.
Become more than just a burden.
And I know they say that time will heal my wounds.
A reason to smile from six feet underground.
University girls
You oath to be in school
Now you are catching fun
At your boys friends quarters
Having a good time
Throwing parties all the time
Life is good yes university girls
Are crazy
Let the study wait
The university girls slogan
Is okay to carry over
Sexuality is not forbidden in our universities
Not in this our prime time
Nowadays the university is like a sex home
So let set the roof on fire
The university age is our time
The time to blow off proportion
Out to the tin air for nothing
University girls
You promised mummy and daddy
To be a good girl out there
But now you are living in a wild world
Now you choose
The kind of life daddy never wish
Her daughter to be part of
A wild world that mamma always
Forbid you from
The world is yours yes
But how long can you go
Is obvious by the time you realise
Your shorting coming
You already gone too deep to get out
Of your addictions
And the world will never save you
So fast in your dismay believe you me
Remember life is short
Out there life is tough and
This gangbang university wildness
Throws you off your self worth
And makes you a scapegoat
Yet university life is sweet says the
University girls
Tribute to my African
University girls
Be safe out there
Respect your parents care
You are the future mother's of the world
How i begin? expression thought delight!
beautiful womb! sacrifice gently smile.
Your pain has too pains, yet ye endure.
little one encircled ye feast.
But silver desires as rainbow awhile,
and ye go at last sure!
Your motherly affection equalize, i sought,
i wearied ye made by love-flesh.
Whenever i fell, ye rich hand hug, my boon gush!
your lullaby in my first anthem, hear this sight.
The way of thorns, ye bearer my injury,
Mamma! ye sublime, my just tears dropping into pouch.
Silky divine before, green memories bloom!
god's gift of the earth, ye symphony.
I beg your holiness in my womb!
your best lessons, i hold a lamp.
Lo! lonely leaves, returned past, my sympathy.
the gold stains, your precious recollection where, my heart gleam!
It took him two trips to set it all up.
He kept it simple, just the way he thought she'd like it.
A basket of fruit and Ritz crackers.
Ham and cheese sandwiches,
and her favorite, a giant wedge of orange chocolate.
He did splurge a bit
on the bottle of pink champagne and a spray of red roses.
He hid the question and the humble little ring
in the knot of an old birch tree...
Pleased by the way it all turned out,
he headed for the edge of the meadow.
to take a simple man's pee...
Thinking about how she'd been
a little bit off and distant lately,
Upwind and just to the side, there was a large crack of brush.
His heart nearly came off its tracks.
Grizzly quickly flashed across his mind.
He was relieved when mamma dear and her yearling
tip-doed into the sunlit clearing.
Mamma dear shyly plucked a juicy Granny Smith from the picnic basket.
The yearling preferred a clementine.
The wind suddenly shifted-they bounded off into the thicket.
With a silent thank you, lost upon the breeze.
The sun was a couple of hours past its prime.
When he finally realized she wasn't coming.
So, he drank a half bottle of pink disappointment.
Gorged on the chunk of orange chocolate.
He gathered up the broken picnic for one.
He left the rest of the fruit and spray of roses
to the skinny doe and her yearling.
He grabbed back the ring
from the heart of the old birch tree.
He crashed down the mountain, with champagne mouth,
Heading for the valley of explanation.
The best friend held her tight, dried her tears
but after a six-pack and some cheap weed.
They both had a big belly laugh
when he told her that the
"Cheap Teenie weenie grease monkey ring",
was probably forever lost
in the butt of that old birch tree.
Within a season she left both grease monkeys
and their Teenie weenie rings-
She headed down the mountain for glitter town
married a man with a big sharp house
clean hands and a big city ring-
on the outskirts of town
between the county jail
and the cemetery
lies my home
Edgar Alan Poe
could live next door
but I don't know
I never see my neighbors
what I can't ignore
is the parade of pedestrians
on their walk of shame
from their "great stone mamma"
two miles
up the highway
my house is the first one
they come to
sometimes I lend my phone
and I don't mind giving
a glass of water
or even a ride
to the vulnerable
but most of the time
they pass me by
I try not to
catch their eyes
yet I do sometimes
and I see
me
that night I
slept on concrete
with a scratchy blanket
she could have
taken me home
but she told the sheriff
to take away the handcuffed
accused
he had locked up
in his back seat
she laughs now
well... yeah
I do too
what the hell
before that
for fifteen years
I was at that jail
playing my guitar
singing "Victory in Jesus"
preaching redemption
to a captive audience (ha-ha)
now lost souls
trickle by
and I see
the one walking
head down
or the bold tramper
with the angry face
any of them could
be me
or should I be
up the road
the other way
nothing but my name
chiseled in stone
with fellow lost souls
I know
no
I'm here
on the outskirts
somewhere between
the jail and the cemetery
next door to Edgar
but I wouldn't know
Mr. Poe
my neighbors never
see me
It was like the sun did not rise
and mourning birds sang
no morning melody.
The heavens were so grey,
pouring like Noah's floods,
preparing me for the storm,
which drowned my heart.
I felt like a butterfly helpless against the wind.
I had no time to build an ark
nor to sail towards those uneven paths,
which would allow me to hear your last breath.
Maybe hold your hand and hear you
call my name one last time.
I will never forget that moment of silence,
when the world seemed to pause
and I feel, I'm still standing still,
feeling numb, unable to express myself,
so I supress myself.
Waiting for the birds to sing.
To trigger suppressed sentiments,
but there is no metaphor for this void I feel,
like the emptiness of the room,
where you would say;
"my prince has come home"
You would always ask if I was hungry,
still force me to eat when I was not.
Together we would pick
sweet grapes from those vines,
which ran high up against
your sage veranda.
You would always bring out
the pot I cracked,
when I was six,
saying with a nostalgic look;
"Hands of my first grandson broke this."
How you would treasure such memories.
The season of death has returned,
to steal my jewel away from me.
I look in dismay at discoloured fallen leaves,
scattered like my emotions.
Will those fruits ever taste the same,
now that your precious hands cannot pick them?
Who will treasure what I broke?
You used to always call grandpa's name,
now I know you are together again.
Mama still calls for you,
I say to myself, she has gone, mum,
as has her laughter and her smile.
There will be no more hugs,
no one to call nanna now.
The sky still remains dark,
but the floods seem to be easing
and
I know one day the sun will return,
as will the birds,
singing in your remembrance.