Long Motherme Poems
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mama
I wanna honour you today,
high up the sky i hold your name
and here in my imperfect verses
i come in front af all and say!
mama
you mean the world to me,
you fill my life with never ending glee,
you give me warmth you give me care
you give me love enough to share,
you give me wisdom of the unknown
you re my queen my precious stone,
you give me strength to carry on
tower of courage in dusk and dawn.
mama
Your hands brushing my face
protecting me , leaving me space,
for me to grow mature and nourish,
your tender heart reflects pure polish.
mama
How kind you are humble and true,
no one can treat me as good as you,
i still remember- when gone to sleep,
you used to come cover my feet.
mama
You thought me right from wrong,
to Jesus christ we all belong,
you thought me love kindness to all,
brothers sisters fathers mothers
other religions respect the others,
hug all the rainbows sweet human colours.
sweet mama- never saw prejudice
never saw hate in your blue eyes
love love and love ,give give and give
you precious diamond ,never say lies
is your advice whilst cooking for me
delicious pies,sweet sour rice.
mama,mother!
i love you so,you always glow,
and when day comes
for us to part i keep you carved,
footprint in my beating heart,
those footprints i follow today and tomorrow
till we live and let go meeting again in
land of no sorrow
mama
a jewel ,a diamond ,a pearl,
never ending love flows
from mum to her girl
mama
a rose, a daisy, a daffodil you are!
scenting lightning my heart
shining radiant as bright as a star,
forming my soul,that is your role!
making me who i am today
i now thank God and pray
to keep his hands upon you,
Bless you all the way!
and when time comes for you to sleep
there shall be no cry no weep,
cos an instrument of love you"ve been
God puts you on a throne a happy queen
mama
how great you are
radiant angel
my guardian angel
you are
and i want to say it loud,i wanna shout it out
i love you from the bottom of my heart
and thankyou for being --YOU---MOTHER
mama--- my love
Happy Mother's Day--EVERYDAY
I LOVE YOU--INHOBBOK MA
----------------------------------------------------------------CHARMA
Form:
Behind these gates lay quite the scene
So very surreal, yet not a dream
Beautiful headstones, manicured lawns
My God the memories this place spawns
The winding road, first turn to the right
Back to the beginning of my plight
Stopping next to the second trail
My heart and head pound like hell
On the left eleven headstones away
Like a movie my memory starts to play
People gathered from all around
My mother knew everyone in town
At the time I was still unable to speak
My shattered psyche was far too weak
I stood there broken and full of fear
Ashamed I could shed not a single tear
Ashamed I could speak not a single word
Inside my head so many voices heard
What did those voices have too say
That’s another story for another day
Those gates now hold so many I love
Everyone I once held above
Last time I entered them I was 32
Even though those gates hold all of you
Next month I’ll go back and explain why
Tell my mother the reason I couldn’t cry
Apologize to her for being broken
Leave flowers, a poem, and my N.A. token
That way she will know without any doubt
What her little boy ended up being all about
That her little boy is not broken anymore
Overcoming adversity is what adversity is for
And one day when I’ve completed my fate
I’ll be looking for her, “Beyond the Gate”
The Shafter, California cemetery holds my mother, Grandparents, my cousin James and many
close friends. The last time I visited them was approx. 18 years ago. It’s very strange
that I received, “Beyond the Gates” as my topic, because; I’ve been planning this trip for
months now. If not for that fact I would have most likely written this poem about prison
gates. I reckon all things happen for a reason. Thank you Constance writing this poem has
given me strength to help me do what I plan to do. Go make amends to the person who gave
me life and taught me the things, which stuck with me through it all. My Grandparents
never lost hope in me and always said, "One day Mikey will remember the things we taught
him and return to the Lord." I think they will be proud of the man who comes to visit them
next month.
When mum would talk to other folks about her family,
She’d always speak particularly proudly about me …
Of how I’d gone to grammar school, my bookish ‘steel-trap’ mind.
To hear her, you would think I was a boon to all mankind!
It should have made me happy to have such a super Mum …
So why did I feel sheepish, and fat, and gross, and DUMB?
Why could I never say to any person how I felt,
Or tell them how I wished the ground beneath me would just melt?
Could it have been because I sensed that, under Mother’s pride,
The plain unvarnished truth was, she was never satisfied?
Did she feel that I’d let her down by being fat and clumsy?
Or was it that I loved my Dad more than I loved my Mumsie?
For, truth to tell, that was a fact. For all she wished it other,
I loved my father in a way I never could love Mother.
I do know she was jealous of the love between us two …
She let it slip in ‘chance’ remarks such as “Who’d look at you?”
“Your skirt’s too short!” “You’re much too fat!” and far unkinder slurs.
She saw me as a rival for his love, that should be hers.
She never learned the secret. No, she never found the key –
That he loved me just as I was, not “How I ought to be … “
The tragic thing was, we loved her in just that same way too.
We tried to show it, but poor Mum could not believe it true.
So, after all, it wasn’t me who wasn’t good enough –
No-one could satisfy her, not a soul could measure up.
For Mum had never loved herself: she’d never felt worthwhile.
That was the truth behind the boasts: the tears behind the smile.
She couldn’t let herself be loved. She never could perceive
True love can never be possessed, but it must be received.
I feel so sad to think of how she wasted her whole life
Pursuing love, in such a way all she could cause was strife.
By fighting hard to keep us, she was driving us away.
If only she could let us go, perhaps we would have stayed …
But now I am determined not to make the same mistake.
From now on, I shall give love, and accept love, but NOT TAKE!
Me and my mum,we
were birds in blue,
The sky will try to be
us
we are new,
Ma,with me you'll see no
deep feel,
Because all that
remains
is me and you.
God made his grace on
us to shine,
Of all mum,your face is
so fine,
Now i understand that
word divine,
I've understood that
there's no time;
And there's no rhyme
nor line,
While i was chasing
her,i
broke a spine,
Now am penniless,i
know I've got no dime,
Am so lucky to have
you,for you are a gold
mine.
She's been my psychic,
And i will find her
wherever she might be,
I'll rescue,grab and
hold
her tightly,
Because her beauty is
all
i see.
When we meet again,
no
man will put asunder,
Or they'll feel my
lightening and my
thunder,
Sometimes i chill,sit
back and wonder,
If the reason i pray
she
turns to hunter,
for she's an Angel,i
can't
say she's blunder,
Right now,i need,i love,i
crave,i want her,
She's my guide,my rock
and centre,
She's my sunshine,my
light and mentor,
She's my ship,my shore
and anchor,
She's my doctor and my
banker,
She's my truth i found
the answer,
Now i know it was God
who sent her.
You are super special
ma,you are so fly,
If you ever took away
your love,i'd have died,
So many times,i think of
you and cry,
But no matter what
ma,i'll never say bye.
She's my star and my
light every night,
Heavy as a shade
because she shines so
bright,
Peace like a touchy
poem
i write,
I even imagined taking
her with me on a G-5
flight.
She has always been
my
Angel wings,
I'll be back with her
trademark strings
Her voice sounds like
an
Angel sings;
Just trying to
compliment the sound
she brings.
She's my
everything,like
a precious gold,
She passed away so
young,not
even old,
Now i can stand
erect,and so bold,
To say that she was an
Angel upon my world.
All these words and all
I've earned,
Is that everything gold
that burned,
Is material things from
which i yearned,
Now i get it,o yes I've
learned.
Where is my mother?
Arms legs and love were accounted for
But she was gone....
Broken by Circumstance
Suppressed by finance
3 ton bolder strapped to her ankle, but still she advanced
My mother..
Too good to be true,
But too bad to be false
She tied knots at ends met and accepted her faults..
And I love her....
But now what can I say....
Now she suffered.
Consumed by the tides of the economy
She saw the shore and just couldn't reach it..
I guess all the struggling finally wore her down
And now she drowned.. in debt
But life wasn't always like a bad dream
I still remember as a child,
Those eyes that held me and would tell me
"That everything was ok"
And those lips that fed me the love i needed
Those same lips that once mesmerized me with shushes
And I love yous, til eye lids were too heavy lift.
But now they said nothing,
Just stuck at a degree
which resembled a very unfamiliar smile; A frown.
My mother was hurt,
with wounds so deep, eyes couldn't see
and kisses couldn't reach.
Bandaids, too old to use and 911 was busy.
Now she's falling
Like an angle too heavy to fly
Her burdens, weigh down her burdens
But still she try's....
She's going down.... CRASH
And who best to pick up the pieces but herself
Too proud to except help, in this living hell
We know all to well.... As life
But with her eyes narrowed and focused,on a goal to obtain
She raises her head up high, only to see... It looks like rain
So now continuing is just insane
Time to sit here a bare ones pain?
Just her luck things go from bad to impossible
But in her mind she defines what's logical
Makes an attempt and defeats any obstical
That's my mom from stop-able to unrock-able....
But that wasn't her tonight..
Tonight with eyes painted with sorrow.
She cried tears that eroded my heart away.
But what was I to do, What was I to say?
It's okay?
Tomorrow is another day?
Well what's the point when waiting is only another way
To take one's day.... and suffer?
Written: 5/25/11
Remember, mummy…
Remember that I am a gift from God, the richest of all blessings;
Do not attempt to mould me in your image, or my dad’s, siblings, friends or neighbours;
I am an individual and should be permitted to be myself.
Remember not to crush my spirit when I fail;
Don’t compare me with others who outshine me.
Remember to discipline me with firmness and reason;
Do not let your anger throw you off balance;
If I know you’re fair, you’ll not lose my respect or my love.
Remember that each child needs two parents;
When you side with me against dad,
I’ll have feelings of guilt, confusion and insecurity.
Remember not to hand me everything my little heart desires;
Otherwise, I will never know the thrill of earning or the joy of saving.
Remember not to make threats in anger,
Or impossible promises when you’re in a generous mood;
To me, your word means everything;
When I cannot believe in you or dad, I’ll have difficulty believing in anything.
Remember that there is dignity in labour;
Whether performed with callous hands that shoved coal,
Or with skilled fingers that manipulate surgical instruments.
Let me know that a useful life is a blessed one,
And that a life of ease and pleasure-seeking is empty and meaningless.
Remember not to try to protect me from every small blow and little disappointments;
Adversity strengthens character and makes us compassionate;
Trouble is the great equalizer, let me learn it.
Remember to teach me to love GOD and fellowmen;
And, mum, please, don’t send me to church/mosque or fellowship,
Take me there!
Thank you mum for reading my letter through.
I am sure you know I love and appreciate you.
But, in case, some of the words sting,
And, you’re now not sure of my heart,
I love you, mum, I really do!
From your child…
AZALEA BUSH
you ask me to trim
the bush outside (near the steps)
which has grown unchecked
for twenty years.
it is a true monstrosity.
you hand me the shears,
tell me to trim it back
a little. take some branches
off here and there. your instructions
are always implied, never specific.
outside, i sit on the ground
staring at the bush,
the pink flowers on the limbs
grinning up at me
like tiny mouths.
i threaten them with the sharp
shears and they retaliate
with their sharp teeth,
snapping and snapping.
twenty years and counting
and now your azalea bush has a life of its own.
behind me, behind the glass window
you are watching to see who will win:
the thick, tangled, woodsy stems or me.
i lift the shears awkwardly.
i know you are waiting, watching.
i dig the shears into the ground
and turn around (was this the right branch?).
behind the glass your reflection is smiling.
you are always smiling in my presence.
you knew before i began
who would be defeated,
didn’t you?
the sun, gleaming from the glass,
hides the deep wrinkles of your face,
your dull, gray hair. all that remains is:
that monstrous smile
which has grown sharper with time.
even the azalea bush turns away,
snapping shut as i take the shears
and slide the blade across my wrist.
bright pink and lovely, encouraged by the first cut,
i lift the shears and trim the bush
once again just for you. it was the right
branch, the perfect cut. the blossoms
sprouting from my wrists
sparkled like perfect rubies in the daylight.
mother, i now understand: landscaping
isn’t at all difficult when performed
with confidence and the right tools.
thank you for the chance to be reborn,
smiling.
Copyrighted
April 29, 2011
Jim Brewer
In the company of a mouthful of silence,
I resort to chattering with the wind;
Whose carefree fingers grace the freezing leaves,
That once were green, now dry and white,
Falling to the ground where gravity holds
Souls; awaiting births, day and night
I remember a soul I once knew, tonight;
While with open eyes I lie in silence;
Restlessly seeking for something to hold--
Something more solid than a blowing wind--
A pillar, perhaps, or steel bones of white,
That couldn't decay like departed leaves
My pillar now lies under the white leaves--
I wonder if he hears my prayers each night?
Does his hair still grow, are his teeth still white?
Was he there with me in my lonesome silence?
Has he stood beside me or upon the wind?
These-- and many more-- my weary mind holds
Sadness from childhood that my heart still holds--
I'm not sure when, but one day it will leave;
My heart be lighter than the wind,
I'll dream of hopeful days all night;
My tears won't fill my peaceful silence,
My mind, lit up like neon white
For I have with me, a pillar of white
Who's been there for me, to help and to hold;
Though more than once we kept our silence,
I knew her love would never leave;
Her prayers kept me safe through the night;
Her embrace, encircled me like the wind
My father's voice I'll restore in the wind;
Along with his smile, so happy, so white;
No longer will I cry for my loss, night after night;
Instead, what I have, I'll cherish and hold--
Nobody knows whose going to leave;
Who will be sent first into the silence..
Tonight, silence's been broken by the wind,
That comes and leaves in flashes of white;
Heartfull of memories, to hold on through the night.
~*~
On a lonely rainy day
in June of 1862 a Reb
soldier was barley walking
down the road after
a great battle, when he
came upon a fellow soldier who
was lying in the mud.
He stooped down to listen
to the soldier's final words,
"Mr. he said, I know that
before this hour is over,
I will no longer be here,
so could you please take
this letter or see to it,
that my mama gets it""
The young man then
passed on.
The Reb soldier
picked up the letter
and began to read it,
The letter dated June 5, 1862, went as follows,
Dear Mama
We are going into battle in a little while and I thought I needed to
write you. I must tell you mother dear, that I truly belive, I won't be coming out
of this one today. I will fall in battle and I will die this very day.
I know I told you in my last letter that I would be home for Christimas, but I may
not be able to. I know that you have worried about me terribly
much mama, but you knew that I wanted to be here more than anything, I believed
in the South's cause and I told you, not to worry, but that yes something could happen.
Mama you taught me to be honest, to read my Bible and to pray everyday, most of all for me
to obey those that had authority over me, you taught me well, because
I have done all of those things.
I love you dear mother and I just want to tell you I love you more than any son ever
could love a mother.
Don't be sad, I have
to go now, were getting ready to leave, hope to write you again, if
not I'll see you when you get to heaven,
I will be there to greet you.
Love, Your loving son, George,
So the Reb soldier put the letter in his coat and went on his way,
knowing that this letter would be delivered.
Form:
You have been there since day one
You have never leave my side
You have always there when I needed you
You love me even with my faults
You have never tortue me,
When ever I made mistake
But instead you show it to me
Disappointment was the last thing
You ever wanted to show me
You always encourage me
When ever I felt weak
You are always there to keep me strong
When ever I fall you always there
To lift me up
You teach me to be strong
And never to give up
You showered me with pure love
I owed you more than you giving to me
You always wanted to see the best of me
How cruel to disappointe you?
I do not even want that to happen
I will felt guilty for the rest of my days
The tears that I want to see you cries
Is only the happy tears not the sad ones
You should never be treated unfairly
Because without you
There is no life
There is no love
I am so glad to have you as
My wonderful and beloving mum
No one can say that you have done nothing
Because you have done
Way too far goods
For the love...
...for the sake of your children
Which is always your priority
I love you so much
Words are not enough to tell you
How much you mean to me
Because without you I am totally lost
Thank God you are always there to lead me
Through my path
I love you more than two people in love
More than a billionaire loves his money
More than a patriotic loves his country
More than a drunk man loves his beer
I love you more than anything in this world
I know that I will never be able
To finish repay back
For all the goods that you have done
And still doing for me
But I do know that I will always love you
Because a mother's love
Is the best thing that can ever happen
To her child
I Love You Mum!