Matriarchs Poems | Examples

The Matriarchs are Molting Again

Grandma’s ghost has taken up
knitting rattlesnakes in the drapes. 
They hiss when someone lies.

Now, my mother only speaks
in noodle metaphors.
I ask her how she is, and she replies,
al dente, then goes back
to stirring the aquarium water
she'll later take a bath in.

My sister gives birth 
to a daughter who levitates 
during thunderstorms.
She answers to the name Unclaimed Bag.

In other words, we all gather once a year
to shed what’s left of politeness,
to laminate new rules:
  No bleeding at the table.
  Far less mirrors in the fruit salad.
  All grudges must be gift-wrapped,
      left at the door with the shoes, 
      with the husbands.

And when it’s over,
we nod like diplomats,
swap our favorite spells,
(that is to say recipes), pretend 
we don't notice the fresh claw marks 
on the floor.

It ends when we remember 
our names again, who we are. 
Then we leave—
each of us, in a different skin.

Crossroads

Here I stand
Amidst the Crossroads of Life
Abandoned, Worldly Pleasures behind me, Forsaken Crimson Wasteland

Here I Am
Pouring Libations to the Oracle of Truth
Selfish Desires Beyond Me, Rites of the Sacrificial Lamb

Messenger of the Crossroads, I Prostrate Before Thee
Time as a ever Rolling Stream, A Speckled Phantasmagoria
I look forward as my Faith is Sealed, The Shaman's Stone Revealed My Destiny

On my Right
Kindred Patriarchs Hold my Hand
Designate Strength to Avoid Dismay for Eternity
Fortify Me With Sturdy Ideals, May I Stand Upright

On my Left
Nurturing Matriarchs, Soothed, Comforted and Healed
Suckled And Secured, I Yield, Restored am I, Divine Spirit of Purity
Here I Stand Before the Thinning Veil, Maiden of Unbounded Weft.

Ode to a Poetess

The power to create lies not beyond my grasp
Pawns of my making;
Kings and queens, monarchs and matriarchs
Emperors and empresses, enchantresses and peasants,
Even those who dared defy the gods,
Dare not defy me

An incidental untimely flick of my wrist
Is all it takes to erase your ephemeral existence
From even the most ancient of scrolls
Hidden behind the hushed 
Dusty antique secretive oak doors
Of the world of the non-existent

Your fate is just a dark dice
I choose when to roll
Trials and tribulations
Judgement or redemption
Non is far from my caustic imagination.

An easy concatenation of your eternal verities
Can simply make me mess
With the threads of your sanity
And knock at the temples of your sanctity.

Create and destroy, make and shatter
All is just a fragment of my power.
I can make worlds attend their obsequies
And rulers of your time bow at my feet

I would be inclined to let you be known of my presence
But of all, none of you I deem worthy enough
To traipse in the halls of my courts.
As for to whom I owe this ode,
Dearest, are you sure you want to know?

Cold Alphabet Soup

abc
the early days when everyone was alive
def
the beats of the hearts that coloured my world with purity
ghi
the candid memories made when All Vibes Are Positive
jkl
the perfect feeling of all seasons when joy was the ultimate trip of the day
mno
the way the earth smiled when the matriarchs were still around
pqr
the way the world felt complete when the patriarchs were doing their job right
stu
the laid back feeling of a full saturday that was so activitous
vwx
the smile of the endless freefall in a little kid's mind
yz
wondering where the now long since lost pieces went to the perfect puzzle

Fiddler's Fortune

If I were a poor woman
I would dance and sing
through basement boogy woogy bars
all these days and nights
of EarthTribe healthy men

Winning
not measured in applause
but absorbing painful bunions
in glad support
of Earth's healthiest worn-out pause

Performing songs with peace
inviting massive choirs
composing mother muses,
matriarchs of deeply felt integrity
dancing EarthDay's cause.

In Favor of Women

What i love
further in this life,
It's woman...
woman of any
creed, race and color...:
female,
femme.
female...
long hair
firm ideas.
woman is formidable
pure mother,
sweet girl,
beast, feline that
attacks and defends,
  as the panther in the vision
male...
Always present
always companion.
is occasionally fragile,
other times
she is adrenaline...
night female
fiesta girl... fatal
or simple
homemade...
Several types exist,
quiet homes,
bossy matrons,
family matriarchs,
mounted amazons
everything is wonderful...
other different types
are models that appear,
are pin up hanging,
women displayed...
Arrogant socialites,
dazzled
nouveau riche, and others
fighters...Joana Dàrc
of life...
the poor women,
the excluded poor,
no vote, no dowry
no right...
Awkwardly or not awkwardly
there is no other way...
want it or not
angry, not angry,
no dispute and no fight,
the woman is all nice
is the best in this life...!

The Upper Room At Green and Grand In Brooklyn

A single blue bird perched above the rest
Not all birds of a feather flocked together;
Each mount with reverence brought comfort much closer,
Time's passages once feared, held a single test.

The test of a life time suited and disguised,
The unknown harbors lessons to be learned
Solitary souls do find their way home -
I have seen shriveled dead folks holding to life.

Freedom becomes imposter in our dreams
Of carefree years. Yet love looms much larger still;
Like skylight, and rain song, that will cure those ill -
I think of matriarchs striving to stay clean.

Spring became green and grand with its gifting
A soundless tear drop in silence of winter,
A broken voice reaching out to its Maker,
My rebirth room left light and fresh as its giving.

*

Three Women Ordained By One

In pools of many colors, as vast as salts and sea,
It, streams in proximity to you and me
It is Endless Source most healing;
Spoken of by matriarchs, past and new.

Faith, grace, and mercy stood as firm as,
The hands of time, that stretches beyond the blue -
A Super star from Galilee knew this so well;
The woman at the well was to go tell...
The Source of all things made well, quenches thirst.

She preached and teach like artist with The Word,
Haven't you heard?
She mounts mercy to pedestal the color of kindness
She's a bouquet of grace to the human race
She's faith, like seed of hope planted in our dreams -
The feeble is emboldened, one, by one, by one.

*

Aging

We must dress
up ourselves
in patience and grace
when we look in
the rearview mirror
at our lives
how things used
to be…

We laugh with our friends
at the memories of
such and such, but
we must surrender
or fall apart to…
aging

In surrendering
we gain a true sense
of self and
an understanding as to
who we really are…

The frivolousness
of the past
lies behind us
in fond memories.
Onward march, we go
for there is much power in the
embodiment…
aging
ahead of us.

We must take our positions
as matriarchs and patriarchs
and as elders
because we have earned it
aging

A Little Something While Missing My Favorite Queen

listening to that song 
the tree has grown big
i miss honey too
sweet matriarchs
rock immovable and unbreakable
when Queens depart to Eternal Peace, the world is never the same, for without Queens, there is no world

listening to that song
i laugh at times until i cry
i miss honey too
precious leader
imperfect in life, but completely perfect in a child's heart
when Queens depart to Eternal Peace, the world is never the same, for without Queens, there is no world

listening to that song
i myself was not at home when she went away
i miss honey too
my best friend
irreplaceable by Divine Design
when Queens depart to Eternal Peace, the world is never the same, for without Queens, WHAT WORLD?

Old Wellsprings

From whence springs
eighteenth century wellsprings
of democratizing
healthy cooperative identity?

In that urgent time's revolutionary uniting States
too soon to celebrate
Independence Day
again
and patriarchally
again
and military-industrially
again
and corporately sponsored LeftBrain academically
again

Caught,
and soon virally aflame
in France
and other
older
conserving royalist
loyal feminized serf serves master estates,

Becoming now a marriage
of independent Fraternity
and interdependent Lady Liberty
repatriotic rematriation
of strong and flowing governance
of self and other,
ego and eco,
yang craves yin
for liberally, lavish health
and conserving disciplined safety
becoming more interdependent democracy
of sensory spiritual
and sensual natural 
EarthTribes,

Strong of communal therapeutic re-identifying,
not defying,
Flow of sensory free associations

For Loyal patriots
reincarnating
CoPassionate eco-matriarchs.

Elephants, Wolves and Chimps, Oh My

Elephants, Wolves and Chimps, Oh My!

In Africa, young elephants are sweet.
The matriarchs remain the leaders of
their group, and youngsters help these elders eat
when they’re too weak to chew. Now that’s real love!

In packs of wolves, the boss is Mom or Dad.
It seems as if it’s in their DNA.
The parents snap or growl to show they're mad.
The pups back off. They do not disobey!

Young primates also do as they are told.
They’re very sociable, and studies show
the young pay more attention to the old
to learn the things that monkeys need to know!

Too bad when human parents growl or snap,
some kids talk back or do not give a crap!

Nov. 29, 2017 for Michael Vacek's  
Sonnet with a Twist, Nature's Lesson to Humanity Poetry Contest

From My Diary Combination of Happiness and Saddness

The year of my parents dreadful divorce
Lived with Mom and Aunt in another state
Changes came coupled with countless remorse
Feelings you just couldn't anticipate

On farm of two hundred green acres
Included barn, bats and dog named Happy
Bare back horse riding was there for takers
Maple trees juicy, tastefully sappy

That Christmas year was strangely different
Cousins, matriarchs and I rejoicing 
Group of us managed to find reverent
Home made gifts of hide and seek, songs voicing

For me, 'twas a year full of sweet and sour
Testing our resilience and power
    11/06/2017

Eyes of a Dying Wolf

I looked through the eyes of a dying wolf
to see fires flaming out our horizon
as long as this wild wolf had seen.

He saw a time
when seizures
were currencies of sorcerors,
shamen and shawomen
born of supremely loving matriarchs.

Seizure medicine knew its own advent
echoing sources speaking dreams of manna geese
flying home for our first through last
Win/Win Thanksgiving Day 
through fire extinguishing night.

Thanksgiving Peace Dreams
after fires and erupting volcanoes
of seizures,
and also before peace dreams of hope-fired relationships,
responsible as authoritative Win/Win faith,
respect for powers of multiculturing love
over monoculturing fears
of fires for volcanoed hate
of gun-fires flaming out horizons.

I looked through the eyes of a not yet dead wolf
to see fires of restorative justice
for Thanksgiving Days and Nights of Peace
sweeping all Win/Win full-fired horizons
of Wonder as Sacred Flaming Awe.

Bambie

Mother of the Deer 
Barbie Matriarchs 
Hunter stalker 
Caught in sights of rifle shot
For sport and meat
Sorry my Dear 
This is what people do
Like Jan the wise lady said
Survival of the fittest 
Not the prettiest

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