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My poor mother "La Daniela"
As they called her at the Casa de los Picos
In the capital of Segovia
Where mothers and children took refuge
In the fratricidal war in Spain
While their husbands were
In the war between rocks
Bunkers and trenches
In the Guadarrama mountain range
Particularly in its port
Where at the foot of the lion monument
Placed in the center of the road
Symbolizing royal power
And its strategic value
For the defense of Madrid
Between the two sides
And its connection between Madrid and Castile
The nationalists and republicans met
To arrange, during their breaks from war
On weekends
Going down to the brothels of the capital
To have sex with fascists or militiawomen
Drawing lots to see who would be saved
In the war, once again, on Mondays, begun
While the women suffered and cried
To try to get ahead to her children
While her men fought "to the death."
"La Daniela" with five daughters no less
She had no help but that of the King of Heaven
"Who gave her health and protection"
As she herself said
And confidence in seeing her husband arrive victorious
From the Cabeza Lijar lookout
Having prepared his carnal furrow of love
For his long-awaited plow
Confidant that it was true that he was a saint
One of the few who hadn't come down to Madrid
To let off steam with the street-walking whores.
One day, when "La Daniela" and her daughters
Along with other women and children
Were near the chapel of El Carmen
In San Rafael, Segovia
Praying to the Virgin
That her husband would arrive safe and sound
She saw herself weeping with joy
Seeing her husband mounted on his horse
Tired, but happy, victorious.
She signaled to him, called him.
The hermitage bells ringing
The town was all excited
She and her daughters running to congratulate him
Promising him that today he would have his field
Open to all his passion of love
Although to his fellow women
He would have commented:
-That, because of my husband
My was like a cigarette paper
Still suffering well and a beauty
To Daniel, my love.
Songs of our land,
Songs of our fathers,
Sung when our fathers won their battles,
Sung when they crossed mysterious rivers,
Sung when they arrived home.
Songs of our land,
Songs of our mothers,
Sung when they awaited our fathers,
Sung when they chased away malevolent spirits,
Sung to welcome our fathers from the battlefield.
Songs of our land,
Sung by the children,
Sung when they held the swords of their fathers,
Sung as they stubbornly pressed onward,
Sung went into tears for only a few returned,
Sung when they were received with sorrow.
Songs of our land,
Sung by the sages,
Sung when they foretold the impending storm,
Sung when they saw through the night.
Songs of our land,
Sung to mourn the dead,
Sung to honour the fallen warriors,
Sung when the Iroko tree fell,
Sung when those it sheltered stood in bitterness of soul.
March 3, 2025.
(“Enemy of the State Merit Badge”, 2011, original oil)
- Ship of fools, on a cruel sea
Ship of fools, sail away from me
It was later than I thought
When I first believed you
Now I cannot share your laughter
Ship of fools -
Tide so high, the fleet just sails on in
Like at the beach of Normandy
Only now it’s no liberating force
But a farce of laughing mothers
Coming to claim what we now value
So cheaply as to have no worth at all
Wave after wave they come
Laughing all the way
No care for customs, no care for culture
Just here for the hand out
A little anchor in the storm
The storm that rages the whole world round
Let me into your homes
Let me into your schools
Let me into your halls of power
Because they are all mine now too
The whole world together, united
In this ship of fools.
(7/1/26)
Mom
A small word
Representing a big heart
I lack the vocabulary
I cannot adequately express
Still I will search for the words
You keep me humble
Grounded
My heart has been softened by your spirit
You with God's help granted me breath
Without you I would not be
I am more because you are gentle
You wish to hear my thoughts
You have dreamt along with me
Not your own dreams but mine
Yours is the one voice I long to hear
Even at a distance you are near
I think of you
Mothers day is a day away
You are not here to hear what I say
But I know that you know
You are loved this and every other day
I can't thank you enough
Sometimes life has been tough
We've had to deal with some stuff
Life has taken us on a ride
We made it out the other side
When I think of you I smile
So glad you are my mom
Some may not get you
You always make me laugh
Others may have moms
None are quite like you
One of my favorite people
Strong in just the right way
Soft in the ways that matter
Funny
Determined
Generous
Always there for me
The most special
Mom
Written for Mom today for tomorrow, I love you mom.
After so many shouted,my father went to the dinner. There night while seeing water came in the home , had a woman put on noose her leg ,she is head first.I hears continue shouted that "Don't leave me with horses" . Said "you can't surrender to sex although without teeth","Yes,Of course, we eaten the ash and pebble".At there morning , I saw the children playing with head.Their mothers looked at them stand up."Hay ! that is not a toy" that don't say. After played,the children did feed the brain for dog. There have no worries for their head when fix . All are in water. Water,that's so loathsome . That water came out from mouthes of men and women.Some looks like the animals.They don't wear any clothes and they destroy each other each. The man asked that " Where is my dog?",came back mated.At there, their daughters jump down in the broken well. Their sons climb up from that broken well. Some with smell at broken well , some jump down there. The man has that "Does we run to when time?". " I have been at least fifty lives with head first"with that proud voice , they don't know that water himselves. The children wait for dinner that their father does not really shout. Anybody don't interest that voice freezed. Anybody don't talk "Mom! here dad's another husband".At there ,anymen don't have...
Thwelt Di Nwe
We were halfway back to school after
Our hot lunch with our mom
of warm grilled cheese sandwiches
dunked in tomato soup
I turned to my twin and said
“We are playing hooky again today”.
She began to bawl and scream.
“No! Please don’t make me.”
It was the most powerful feeling in the world.
We were in first grade, but I have never forgotten it.
I had complete power and control over my helpless twin!
Did we play hooky?
Of course.
And did we get caught?
This is a small Iowa town in the 60’s when
all the mothers were peeking out their windows
and we were identical twins.
What do you think?
Written 7-09-2019
Contest: Childhood Memories
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Wailing like the sails of a trouble boat
Upon the sea amidst a storm, like clouds
Silent screams, like the stirred souls we can’t hear
But heaven is my hope
Unsure of T’where, like wood that is afloat
Not it would steer, the current takes about
So many concealed canvases I fear
But heaven gives me hope
Where would this tune that plays so loud, this note
This one that makes us dance like we were touts
I know not where it leads. To life or death?
But heaven is my hope
What would the penny that you save to gloat
Bring you, while your neighbour’s lack avows
With my eyes I watch. I can’t cease your breath
But heaven gives me hope
My hands can’t help! Eyes watch our values die
It’s heart had held a blade, and for so long
Poor kids that to earth come, your timing’s wrong
Let heaven be your hope
Plagued with impatience, greed that make gods cry
Strength filled arms folded oft, and hurtful tongues
We wrongly pride ourselves on what we’ve got
So heaven kept it’s hope
Our fathers had been humanly! We’re vile!
Our mothers helped all things like they were one
I hope that these saintly pasts would return
O heaven hear me hope
Man’s heart had loved and true, in pasts it had
It never told a lie nor nursed illness
Alas, now lastly filled with wickedness
O heaven, where’s our hope?
I watched them took-off for their search for greener pastures
Adventurers with unclosed or unknown destinations
One thing was sure; they were going to cross the Mediterranean
Their determination overweighed the risk ahead of them
They were so desperate for a better life than their present conditions
Even like armless soldiers at war, they were ready to embark on their journey
These were all disgruntled youths from Africa
Their fingers of anger were all pointed at their leaders and governments
I watched them packed their loads, ready to face the unknown
Their faces proved disappointments from their fatherlands
In their minds, there was no better place than across the Mediterranean
These were jobless graduates from Africa
It was better to die in a strange land than live in a corrupt fatherland
These youths were running away from embezzlement and violation of human rights
But little did they know that all their dreams would be shattered in the Mediterranean Sea
I saw a group of frustrated mothers when the sad news stormed our land
Their dreams for a rich and better life had drowned in the Mediterranean
They cried with accusing fingers pointed at the government
Yet the government showed no compassion for her fallen compatriots
Neither did they express any pity for tears of these poor mothers
How I wished this injustice was rendered to them as well
But there was so little I could do by then
Speak Street
Written by: D. Collins 12/16/14
To law enforcement, law makers, and all knowledgeable men.
There’s a universal language everybody understands.
It has no talking points, nor use for keywords.
It doesn’t beat around the bush, and, is never scared.
There’s consensus in every corner of the globe.
Speak street to people, they’ll come into the fold.
It creates the willingness to communicate.
And, brings down the barriers that causes hate.
Speak street to people before bringing out the tanks.
Give the people reason to give the system thanks.
Stand before them and look them eye-to-eye.
Ask them why they march? They will tell you why.
Alongside the action, mindsets have to change.
Until all are equal, life won’t be the same.
Black mothers are tired of seeing their sons die.
They’ve seen so much pain, there are no more tears to cry.
I’ve long since been gone but now I wish to return, if you’ll let me. I was down the thorny path, in the woodchipper, stuck in time, dancing into deed. It’s no match, a man with a curse vs a man with a heart. Its ten to zero, ones not even fighting. We’ve seen the underbelly of the storm cloud, flashing with scowling bolts of canary yellow. Cried onto the flat pale of the earth. So that the ponds and lakes filled like eyes trying to sting away tears. Mothers and fathers have seen tougher times. You’ve toughed out the times, but I've looked the other way. I still want to hold you until the mourning doves set the stage for the sun. We can watch a movie together and forget that it’s on. There will be peace. When it’s all said and done there won’t even be a hatchet.