Long Motherhood Poems
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The way Mom held me in devoted arms
She nestled me all comfy by her side
Protected sure, I'd never come to harm
Then gazed at me with smile that grew so wide
Yet scholars wonder if mere babes can feel
And could they possibly have brains to think
If from their ivory towers they would steal
They'd witness babes and moms in love's chains linked
In every culture 'cross all time and lands
The bond 'tween babe and Mom has reigned supreme
And every infant's ever tried to stand
Can tell Mom's screams from eyes with loving beams
A scientist's good name he does besmirch
~ When motherhood and love he dares research
Heavenly Mother,
How could you bear to lose your son?
I weep reliving your agony.
Born from anxiety and despair, beneath
My stomach the babe which the State
Will judge and find guilty.
To shackle, beat, enslave, and murder against
My motherly will.
Beginning with you, beloved Mother,
Inherited from mother to daughter
My damnation of motherhood.
Praying constantly unable to stop.
Perhaps my child will be spared?
As I am their mother,
There is no guarantee.
Cursed inheritance, an unbroken shackle,
Hated fate, branded into the flesh of the heavenly son.
Reborn in children who bare his image, thus branded.
The child peers over a shoulder awaiting punishment
Whether they committed a crime or not.
It matters none to the State.
Devoted Mother, how could you know
Your son was not to be the last?
Centuries after his crucifixion, children following
His death and mothers overwhelmed with agony.
The scars on soul and flesh echo over the centuries.
Fresh and deepening, your trauma’s lifespan grows.
Fracturing my heart.
(following on figurative heals
sans, l'amour,
i.e.,and that bastard conception
of life, liberty, and the
pursuit by George - Marshall ling, Grant
ting, and Bing Frank.)
Expectant motherhood generates aurorean
sonogram x-ray zooms
bringing developed fetus
healthily shimmering viz,
quasi hologram seen
glowing halo, inducing
jubilant kickstarter lil bean,
administering capitalone
earthlinked joyful lyft,
natural pheromone readying cerulean
tommorrows, venerated ecstacy doth gleam
zinging bounteous
dizzying feelings hormones houseclean
jackanapes leviathon nestling
pinterestinly interocean
reaching terminus vista
xing zee birth canal mien
doctor readies Fallopian tube cutting
helping jiggle little nymphean
possibly ranking...
as future topnotch venerated Olympian
fast forward to joyful loving neuro
logically plain resplendent teen
knee weeny tiny
vaunted expanding zing
baby dripping Vasoline
like goo fully gesticulating
happy jolly newborn.
Which miracle whipped
purely by chance
given reason to the most orthodox
to sing and dance,
sans said singular biological
phenomenon does enhance
freshly minted parents,
or the mommas
and papas genetic
copy wrought grants
who already passed along
to a brood of offspring
gushing with excitement
akin to fire hydrants
spewing forth fountain head
treasuring such Kodak moment,
cuz such instance
and subsequent tender
wonderful blessed
Instamatic reverent cherished instants
will zip at greased lightening
via speeding hurled lance
sing remembrance of things past
during twilight years,
an eye blink those yesterdays,
when my troubles seemed so far away
and upon being centenarian,
doddering fogie gripping hold,
hugging intensely, indubitably decrying
how quickly of
decades long ex pants
didst elapse, when tendering
to a coliciky, finicky,
inscrutably lemony snickety offspring
wishing infant would grow up already,
now onset of autonomy
Das Agean sea sunned
father or mother
hood doth rants
at father time, he doth access
without a word an excel lent
power point demonstration
with near vertical line brevity
of how mortality slants.
Your baby.
I am your baby.
Tell that to your tongue—
the same tongue that cuts deeper
than any blade I’ve ever known.
Or do you choose to cut?
Your baby.
I am your baby.
Does your womb remember me?
Or has it sheltered too many
to still recognize me?
Does it not ache
when my heart breaks in silence?
I came from you.
Do you not remember that?
I didn’t ask to be here—
but you wanted a baby.
And you got one.
Too bad motherhood
wasn’t what you imagined.
Too bad it came with sleepless nights,
heavy hands,
and words you couldn’t swallow.
But that is not a fault
I can carry for you.
And still…
I am your baby.
The one who waits
for your voice to soften..
The one who listens
for love between the anger.
The one who stays
even when it hurts.
Your baby.
Still your baby.
Even when your hands are distant.
Even when your words forget me.
Even when your love feels like
something I have to earn.
I am still here—
Waiting...
Still hoping
you will remember
how to be gentle
with your baby.
That you will remember I am still your baby.
It seems Left true,
yet beyond AltRight evangelical reproach,
Deliberately violating a democratic governance constitution
is analogous to betraying a resident-inclusive
cooperatively-governed trust
invested in health conserving resilience, ecological
and wealth defending resonance, geo-theological
secular polypathic
with sacred polyphonic co-acclimation,
transubstantiated humor
creolizing psychology's socio-power analysis
and ecology's ecotherapeutic co-investment
in bilateral
and multilaterally winning
sacred scientific revolutions
swirling in robust multi-meta paradigms
Evolving strings
informing/exforming
transforming regenerative healthy-wealth
of democratically multicultural thought
nutrition
matriarchal nurture
as American as apple pie
and flag-waving international sacredness of motherhood.
To mend a comforter have you ever ponder to be biases free---
After eight unique life stories, you will find at last, atlas, a recess to be cellular free
Btw,
Ozone and Viola will start from scratch again, to inflict punching or hatching, her three
Whence,
You will remember pascal, oracle and Miraculously miracle all are turning black
The Orion,
In Mid forties, you do not need nieces and nephews to play along face booking
Motherhood
You long for so long to genuinely understand ingenuity, that sparkle on dew drops
Pearls and petals
And prayer bids that glow in the dark, and you play hide and seek with a gone yesterday
They all, as they
Soar higher in voice over fading a far for a distant sound, as the sound of the pristine may
She never called my good name
I never heard my good name, too
They both called each other with so many, so others, bundled a soar, that does not matter
Anyhow, anymore.
9:14 PM
9-2-2024
I pray for my last thoughts to prevail with triumphant bliss, vanquishing regret angst; and verily abounding with thanksgiving for the following:
GOD-ALPHA AND OMEGA of my life: Without* YOU, I’m nothing
since You’re my all-sufficiency and my everything.
Dad: you’re my greatest human fortress, steadfast indeed
the Almighty I praise for your legacy, thriving with blest breed.
Mom: truly the virtuous woman who molded my personhood
you exemplified essence of love and wisdom in your motherhood.
Siblings: Manong Rhud, Ading Bert, and Sis. Ming, “kapatids” so dear
how fortunate am I to be assured of your presence so near.
Relatives: cousins, aunts, uncles within and outside clan’s group chat-brace
Christ’s blessings be with you, reached-out by His redemption grace.
Mentors, teachers, leaders: your earnestness of life-building impact
keeps me fulfilling influential educator-role by faith-propelled act.
Friends: Actual and virtual, online and on-site ... you're appreciated
midst your warm partnership for which I'm gratefully elated.
Brethren and sisters in the Lord: let’s fulfill His will, exalting His name
serving as light and salt by His empowerment, advancing heavenly aim.
Orphanage family: with the Saviour’s compassion and provisions that abound
you’re my home where His grace is maximized till we hear trumpet's sound.
All the Poets in their desire to express their hearts out with passionate zeal
inspiration you are to me by the impact of your dedication-seal.
With such last thoughts reigning along worshipful spirit, surmounting gloom of worthlessness' attacks, I yield to the Sovereign Whom I trust
while ministering by His guidance.
*John 15:5 I am the vine, ye are the branches: He that abideth in me, and I in him, the same bringeth forth much fruit: for without me ye can do nothing.
April 29, 2021
Ode in couplet form
I'm a woman
Yes, an African woman
Who knows her wants
And respects her deeds
I'm taught to respect
But I also deserve respect
To maintain my essence
And be the best me
I'm a reason
For multiplication
No woman
No generation
I make meals
To make it real
If they think it's a deal
Then I do have a choice
I'm born and will reborn
It's a beautiful thing
It's not just a story
Its my glory
Call me a woman
An adorable woman
An African adorable woman
A super African adorable woman!
#I'mawoman
#Anadorablewoman
#happyinternationalwomen'sday
Tired of trying,
Tired of lying,
Tired of hearing it's not your fault,
Stop stalling,
Stop calling,
Every missed text,
Every missed message,
Do not reply it's not worth her time,
It's not worth the energy,
You dont hear her cry,
Just hear the waves,
Switch the blame,
Go the way you came,
Boom your gone once again.
Child is the mother,
Mother as the child,
Failed attempt at motherhood,
Failed attempt of way a daughter should,
Be held,
Be cared,
In the end all you hear,
Forgive and repent,
Relive, please sit,
A love of a mother is 'priceless',
How could you forget,
The heartbreak and the pain,
Play again the blame game,
Stop caring theirs no point,
Hide your tears girl, you have no shame,
Take the weight,
Accept your fate,
Recycled youth where does she relate,
A girl who lost, and tried but it cost, her sanity feel something, anything but the knife you twist,
Switched on youre back again,
Switch cold,
She doesnt care,
It's not fair,
But is expected to share,
A life of agony and what could have been if you were there.
Expectedly it came and she knew it
Those sleepless and there were many of those
The rareness of bonding session with her ,my mother
The multitasking of motherhood
The goal had to be achieved at all cost
The determination that was displayed
The support that was given for a remarkable woman
The days, months ,years of hard work finally paid off
The honouring of a family name
And she had done exactly that
We had planned it well to the last detail
So many things to do and so little time
It was a surprise all right
My big sister Ruth had to come down from Cape Town
Who else was going to execute this plan, if she is not here
And besides it was her speciality
We had to thread carefully, no loop holes were allowed
To be discreet was the middle word
To be thankful was part of her nature, my mother
And she deserved exactly that
The creativity was in the atmosphere
As the decorations were awesome
Yeah, it was no child play
The smell from the kitchen, made the mouth watering
Left the tummy to make funny noises
The ladies had done a great job
Yep, the champagne and the wine, all the goodies
The weather was just a blessing
And the outfit was a show stopper
Yep, the guests were amazing
In their academic wear, I tell you
Yes, the family had arrived
In their best behaviour, hilarious was the norm for the day
Her close friends,
Whom she had walked with on this journey
Her mother, she was just speechless
Her only husband, he was just too proud of her
And we all knew that
She will be thankful
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