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Playground taunts have allways been.' A
Phase of growing up ( some really mean )
I never, ever' knew of police being called
To haul away ( either victim or bully ) any
Day.. into thrall; and incaserated' it seems way
Beyond the pall..Now lets take England as
A guide.? Well not today.. Oh woe and betide.' I reacall there were better years even decades, mental souveniers.? This a
Western Christian Nation, as many others
Run by Adults, once children from those
Playground years, whose encounters often made ( some lovers.) Of freedom of testing
Of making amends, maybe marrying the
Girls they'd called brats.' Yes there is a lot here my friends..They became politicans not my 'favorite ilk' yet not the type to lock
Up seniors..Who posted valid thoughts, not
Those who would lick an idle-loges toes or
Many other depravitys.' Of which I would rather not know.' Others made miners farmers grocers and cops, seamstresses
Cake makers, all sorta tough.' Who could
Balace prioritys defend in a war.' Standing
Together the ( greater good was no chore )
These people would rise to any challenge.'
And pull an enemy down.' And batter them
Senseless to be run out of their l borders with world reknown.' So they did with axis
Powers in 1945. Herin lies one lesson; for
eternity.'
Never willingly take a dive.'
I remember my mom having a collection of hats she stored under her bed.
For any occasion that could arise…she had a hat to set atop her head.
Moms of today are different…often they go out with their heads bare
because of this we don’t often realize…all the hats they wear.
If we tried to count all their hats...we can’t…for the list goes on indefinitely
perhaps one way to approach it...would be alphabetically.
Moms are Accountants, Babysitters, Chauffeurs...They do what Doctors, and Electricians do
They are Farmers, Governors, Housekeepers, and Ice cream vendors too.
They are Janitors, Kitchen and Laundry workers, and Maids who clean the floor.
They are Nurses, Optometrists, Painters, Quality control inspectors…there’s more.
They are Receptionists, Seamstresses, Teachers…Umpires…and not always soft spoken…they are Valets, Wardens, X-Ray technicians who can tell if that bone is broken.
They are Youth counselors and every Mom I know is a keeper of the Zoo
If you’re keeping track that’s 26 different hats...26 different jobs that all Moms do.
Moms are the original and still the best multitaskers the world has ever met.
In fact, I didn’t run out of hats for them...I ran out of alphabet.
I guess it’s a good thing each job doesn’t have a hat that sits atop Moms head
for there wouldn’t be enough room to store them in boxes beneath their beds.
They are visionaries, they are cheerleaders, so much of our existence they adorn
yet they had no experience being a mom until their first child was born.
For it was at that miraculous moment in a panic mixed with calm
when the doctor handed them their baby and said, “Congratulations…you’re a Mom!”
And to any Mom who might not have given birth…might not have been there from the start…here’s to all the Mom hats you’ve worn once you opened up your heart.
Do you remember that miraculous feeling…with a mixture of panic and calm…
whether you chose the moment…or the moment chose you…
when you became a Mom?
And therein lies the hat that encompasses all the rest...the hat called motherhood
and to all you Moms out there…I must admit…you make that hat look good.
So to all the Moms everywhere,
here’s wishing you a wonderful Mother’s Day…for all the things you do…
for all the many hats you wear…
our hats are off to you.
When I was young my mom, like most women, donned a hat when she went out.
Dad said it added to her beauty…of this I had no doubt.
My mom had a collection of hats she stored in boxes under her bed.
So many different kinds of bonnets that sat atop her head.
Moms of today are different they go out with their heads bare
but one thing they share with Moms of the past are the many hats they wear.
If we tried to count the hats they don...we couldn’t...they go on indefinitely
Perhaps one way to approach it...is alphabetically.
Moms are:
Accountants
Babysitters
Chauffeurs...they do what
Doctors and
Electricians do…they are
Farmers
Governors
Housekeepers, and
Ice cream makers too…they are
Janitors
Kitchen and
Laundry workers, and
Maids who clean the floor…they are
Nurses
Optometrists,
Painters
Quality control inspectors and furthermore they are
Receptionists
Seamstresses and
Teachers…they can
Upholster that sofa or that chair…they are
Valets
Washroom Attendants and
X-Ray technicians…ready anytime and anywhere…they are
Yard managers and every Mom I know is also a keeper of the
Zoo
That’s 26 different hats they wear…
26 different jobs that all Moms do.
Moms are the original and still the best multi-taskers the world has ever met.
In fact, I didn’t run out of hats for them...I ran out of alphabet!
I guess it’s a good thing each job doesn’t have a hat that sits atop Moms head
for there wouldn’t be enough room to store the boxes under their beds.
They are visionaries, they are cheerleaders, so much of our existence they adorn
yet they had no experience as a mother until the day when we were born.
Because it was at that miraculous moment, despite their fearfulness and qualms
when they smiled as they looked at us and realized……’I’m a Mom.’
For that is the hat that encompasses the rest...the hat we call motherhood
and I must admit, from where I stand
Moms…you make that hat look good.
So Moms, here’s to a wonderful Mother’s Day as this poem bids you all adieu
For all the many hats you wear…
our hats are off to you.
HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY
Wondering how fairies obtain dresses?
It's because they have fairy seamstresses
Sewing with pine needles and spidery
Gathered from spiders fine web filigree.
Pretty petals for fabric, leaves for shoes
Smelling of sweet fragrant floral perfume
Flowers to adorn their flowing tresses
Crystal star droplets sown into dresses.
Gossamer to turn into fairy wings
So fairies may fly in sky, revelling
Sprinkles of fairy dust, a wand for luck
When all dressed up, so pretty fairies look.
When you find fairies in a fairy glade
Recall how their lustrous outfits are made.
Craven cupidity, contemptible crow
Your talking is squawking as black as your soul
If birds of a feather would gather your hem
A collection of seamstresses darker than them
Would weave from hole cloth a pattern of lies
From a harvest of calumny dark'ning the skies
Who rates this performance, whose benefit there
With bait this enormous just fit for a bear
Who else in the forest could relish this feast
Galumphing, triumphing, it must be a beast
Wallowing, swallowing, swampy at best
Content to recline there and dine on the rest
Immobile as a trophy, stuffed for display
On future repast, blackened feather filet
Blow hard and bellow with yellowing cries
Gather like fellows who feast on these lies
If chapels had been churches, your cathedral would loom
'stead of gathering shadows in this canyon of gloom
With your bins full of blight and your gather of smut
We hasten to bid you not good night but... what?
We wonder still under quick'ning despair
In search of escape, it must be here but... where?
There must be some light lest this darkness o'erwhelm
We must brave the night til the Good take the helm
Women are a treasure, its true the whole world through' made to Gods good
pattern, He imbued them as lifegivers too with the proclivity to nurture,. With emotions so; raw and rife.' At times Headstrong then seeming helpless' intuitive and versatile, i have seen them come smiling through so much strife.' Flawed
Man as i am, i often read them wrong.' Encouragers, provocatures, I find on the
Whole describing them ad-finitum now a job hard and long.' To enumerate all their qualitys, yet also irs such a great blast.' As they are wearers of high fashion, yet don overalls on farms..Some embraced tbe atoll bikini causing almost; world atomic
Alarms.! Some are reserved and
academic cooks and bakers too' seamstresses and
Florists the doctor who cares, to do.? I beleive they are as
A social glue, holding many of lifes facets
true' also homemakers did i forget? They are prominent at protests'
I am trying to be expansive here yet...Maybe its the best i'll
Get.? There is so much they have accomplished
' they're not just cookie cutouts of men ' they hold their
Own inalianable validation. Its been the same since
Way back when.' Just as Rahab lowered the spies
Down, then scarlet cords that Joshua could see' she was
More than just a professional' she had true compassion and
Just maybe.? The need to beleive.? Also the ancestor of Jesus
I'll have to leave it there, a conundrum to the self-righteousness
The world has in oodles.' And it seems
more to spare' a place that takes great pains in promoting
( certain labels? And how to be') in such the
best. Its a sort of feast? A cornucopia
of odditys
That advances humanity to a stage.. Yet
not for the
Very best, there is still war and death and pestilence
Famine fear and doubt, mis-engineered social experiments
And much it seems? to ' hate on and
about ' have i read of this someplace other?
In the past, somewhere before? My mind observes
Lines of ancient scrioture..While in my mouth there
Is a real musty taste for sure.)
I have come to a strange town
The streets have changed their names
The roads have given ways to gigantic flyovers
The bushes have given ways to codominiums and giant one-stop shopping centres
Few pedestrians on the roads
People are housed under the roofs
They are wearing masks, spectacles, shields and bulky suits
Like astronaunts in outer space
Boutiques replaced seamstresses
Many important posts are monopolied by women
Some men start to wear no-frame spectacles, colourful blouses and do baby-sitting
People said they have a hard time
Although wealth has shifted to this town
Because the prices of commodities are soaring high
Due to the lack of workers
It has been many years before I, a stranger arrived
Sixty two fat cats hold tight on their riches .
The poorest of people have to make do with scraps from the table .
Yet in a slum of a work place, The seamstresses eyes strain
Sewing in labels of companies to famous to name as it would cause them so much shame.
If only the bosses would stop dodging taxes
And pay decent wages to the lads and the lasses.
Schools can't teach children who are working in kitchens
If only our Governments would show some conviction
To banish the world of injustice and victimisation.!
You need to know why the 62 richest people in the world hold the same wealth as the rest of us .
Two genders
when we were toddlers, we played in the sandbox
and hide and seek, we didn't think about whose
gender we were
a few years later, the girls refused to play with
us boys, we were too active climbing walls
and they went back, playing with dolls, I presume
doing needleworks
A few years later, we realized they were girls
they strutted down the street arm-in-arm
haughty as one gets
Near them were silent, blushed like the girls
knew what we were thinking
When one of the boys confessed he had kissed
a girl we were impressed by his daring
But "small kettles have ears." I had overheard
the adults, talking about two seamstresses
living together, giggling about who was the man
I didn't know, at the time, what they were
talking about
People, nature had made different were called
funny people, no one cared that if they were
not men were called perverts, condemned
they had to move somewhere no one knew them
a difficult life
I'm glad to say we are more at ease with men
liking men
The thing is, there are only two genders, regardless
of tendencies, nature had made them
It is about biology; there are no third genders
when I hear children are given puberty bloggers also
surgery in some instances is performed, my blood boils with anger
you see, if an unfortunate boy has surgery, he is
biologically masculine, people who do this to
other people should be prosecuted and jailed
PS
I have deliberately avoided words like
and , as they didn't exist in my working class
childhood