Mothered inspiration birthed from the seed of my soul
send my mind in to a frenzy with racing thoughts hard to gather and control
Words roll off my tongue with provocative pronunciation
climaxed by the inflection of each insertion of punctuation
ejaculated thoughts wrestled into pleasure provoking position are gone over back and forth and back and forth until the work is at a its greatest peak and ready for submission
New sensations flourish as visual aspects of the write begin to grow
the girth and length of your creation are now taking shape and beginning to show
fingers gripping pens
Pens gliding over paper
Paper once plain white showing the stain from its ink filled raper
A master piece of your own perfection
each pen stoke bringing it closer to desire
pace is quickening now finished with sparks of blazing fire
Just another completed writting but written with such a hunger
It was meant to be innocent but may not be subtable for the younger
Categories:
mothered, creation, imagination, sensual, writing,
Form: Free verse
My mother is not a good mother
Perhaps I tried to deny such a truth at one point
Perhaps I always knew
Cruel, masochistic, benign to my every woe
I only wanted to be mothered, mother
I think I dont want a mother, anymore,
Mother?
She was never my mother
No, always but a mother to anyone else
Mother, all I wanted was to be mothered
I only wanted you to pay attention,
To my bellybutton, mother
All I wanted was a mother, mother,
Not you.
Categories:
mothered, growing up, mother, youth,
Form: Free verse
Moon spills over like expresso coffee,
withheld in a pitch pitcherlike corset —
Where long her skin's lantern once mothered me,
over tonight are but marble shadows,
Craters' paled apparition in my sky —
those cold breasts now an invisible blur;
This adrenaline dark when light's in wane,
virgin drinks in her cup's phase finally;
Still through a kohl tongue she kisses my hate —
this moon reads newly with every pause.
Categories:
mothered, beauty, dark, innocence, kiss,
Form: Blank verse
Those who never worked a day
Never had a bill to pay
Never fathered or mothered a child
Never a check-register reconciled
Just pursued the ‘meaning of life’
~ Hope they find it in the afterlife!
Categories:
mothered, meaningful, satire, work,
Form: Couplet
opposite the I,
is where i reside.
endure and bide,
endlessly.
You see My person,
nod at this version,
never question My identity,
You're right in me, not entirely.
Your gaze cant see,
everything outside Me,
ever watching you,
unaware I am two.
observe me please,
ease my weary knees,
She disagrees?
i know, i do too.
Categories:
mothered, childhood, depression, growing up,
Form: Rhyme
Swimming in the blind; feeling by electricity
Puddin found her without ever eying; the food he was relying
Their connection developed slowly; for neither found the other clutch
They shifted emotional transmissions; with no clutch
Twirling into a whirlpool of affectionate electricity
Never once expecting to find a mate worth relying
Surveying a riparian bank; of safety relying
She mothered his eggs; of three in the clutch
Now, a sentry of protection for his loves electricity
Back hunting with electricity, in he; Tritinas' relying, a devotion so clutch
Categories:
mothered, children, devotion, father, love,
Form: Tritina
"I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart).
I am never without it."
E. E. Cummings
Grandma was my hero in childhood days
comforting me with hugs, kisses and praise
I loved her house because it was so old
Sweet peas in her garden, purple and gold
She'd brush my hair when it was in tangles
let me wear her gems, earrings and bangles
And then I mothered her as time unfurled
Brushing her long white hair in waves that curled
Her tender smile soothed my heartaches and tears
Held me in loving arms to stop my fears
I will never forget her gentle touch
Dear Grandma, I miss you so very much
I wept like a child on interment day
Wished she was there to wipe my tears away
September 16, 2022
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Categories:
mothered, grandmother, love,
Form: Sonnet
Out of a neon jungle the big cats prowl
the wind in the willows unrecovered,
for when the cats and wind begin to howl
I am stoned and the boys truly mothered!
So I rip in and bowl an inswinger
and rap ‘em on the pads…”howzat?” I shout,
pivoting to see a pointing finger,
but the bastard umpire says “Not Out!”.
Behold the shot, the call of “no, yes, no”…
a sledge and slog on the concrete wickets
and puffs of stupefying herb billow
the post-match bar in the oak tree pickets.
For a play and a prey the big cats reign
when the Leopards are loose in The Domain.
Written: November 1992
Pic above is of Auckland Domain.
*The Leopards are a cricket team.
*Cricket bats are made from willow trees.
*Mothered is slang for extremely drunk.
*Inswinger is a type of bowling delivery.
*If a bowler appeals to an umpire for a
dismissal and he agrees the batsman is
out he points and raises his finger.
*Sledge is a cutting insulting remark.
Categories:
mothered, friend, games, sports,
Form: Sonnet
Billy was a loner,
Rotten to the core.
Fathered by a bastard,
Mothered by a whore.
Grew up mean and dirty,
Took it on the chin.
Stole to make a living,
Killed to save his skin.
Sheriff caught him napping,
Hanged him from a tree.
All the preacher said was,
“Better him than me.”
Categories:
mothered, allegory, death, judgement, western,
Form: Verse
Every day they call me,
The battered, the shattered
And the sat upon
The smothered, overly mothered
And the sat upon
The neglected, rejected
The undetected undirected
And the shat upon
The tattered, scattered ratted on.
Every day I hear them call out,
As they weep or shout or bawl out
Their tales of, “Wo! I’ve had enough!
Let the poisons do their stuff.”
Every day I take the call
Listening for something small
Some flotsam in the swollen river
That might allow me to deliver
A faint glimmer of some hope,
Turn the noose into a rope
To pull them to the shore.
But every day when the calls have ended
And the hands of help, extended,
Are inevitably pulled away,
I am mostly left uncertain
As to whether the final curtain
Has been stayed for another day.
Until at last, worn out,
My own heart torn out
And my own fears borne out
I call out my tale of, “Wo! I’ve heard enough”
© Barry Freeman - 10th May 2021
Categories:
mothered, anxiety, suicide,
Form: Verse
You were supposed to love me,
Unconditionally.
Called the hotline,
I'll be fine.
Wait for the "someday",
Surely the sun will shine.
I just want a new life.
Way away from yours, mother.
Why do you hate me anyways?
Did you forget who created me?
I didn't mean to be this way,
The way I am today,
You forced me to be.
I tried your visions on me,
You know, you saw it too.
I saw, you weren't happy
Or proud ; just made me
Feel like a fool.
Mother,
I wanted to live, you know.
To honour the life you gave me,
But you took it many times too.
I promise, I love the sound
That makes when the word
"Mother" is said ; I just,
I can't see you this way.
I promise I've tried to,
Way more times than I'd ever admit.
More times than I should have.
I'm sorry, mother, forgive me.
I really tried to forgive you,
But I've failed, you failed me.
I mothered me better than you.
Categories:
mothered, forgiveness, mother, mother daughter,
Form: Free verse
Her shimmering lavender gown of satin and lace
Made her look like a fairy princess dressed for the dance.
The lad held a delicate, creamy-white gardenia
On her shoulder next to her radiant, beaming face.
She had requested an orchid; she thought it so chic,
The sweet fragrance of the gardenia altered her choice
She admired herself in the grand vestibule mirror,
And gave her timid boyfriend a sweet peck on the cheek.
When the evening ended, she carefully put the bloom
Pressing between pages of her senior annual,
A reminder of that night for the rest of her life
She gave it a special place on a shelf in her room.
As the years crept slowly by, and events shaped her life
Like the pressed gardenia she had carefully hidden,
Her memory of the lad from long ago faded
She mothered her seven children, another man's wife.
One day her husband given a promotion senior,
Came home early to take his good wife out to dinner
She descended their staircase dressed in satin and lace
He pinned a sweet-smelling gardenia next to her face.
Categories:
mothered, flower, memory, sweet love,
Form: Rhyme
It was my lovely mother who devotedly fathered me;
She taught me wisdom and the ability to analytically see.
Fully guided me with discipline; sprinkling lashes, when necessary;
She trained me up, “In the way that I should go” and not contrary.
I learnt life-moulding lessons daily; through which I matured;
She re-enforced what I was taught at school, because it mattered.
Daily she provided, while teaching me that it was God who provides;
I learnt that decisions have consequences; so before you decide scrutinize.
She always solicited advice and aid from other men about “guys stuff;”
Because she understood that in some areas, she didn’t know enough.
She never slowed down; gave up; nor as I see it, never once rested;
Even when her health, strength, will and faith; life’s trials sorely tested.
When all is said, written and done, my beloved mother is the one;
She bore, raised, mothered and fathered me – she’s my Wonder Woman.
End
By: Dion Penville
Categories:
mothered, appreciation, thank you, thanks,
Form: Sonnet
Categories:
mothered, child, emotions, family, growing
Form: I do not know?
I thought it was the rage I feared
underneath my hurt
underneath the pain
of being un-mothered
I pushed down the anger -
rationalized
intellectualized
normalized -
life as a child
with an un-mother
to avoid a rage I feared would destroy me … or her…. or …
a burning, white-hot, fist-punching, legs kicking, eyes blazing, feet stomping, full body rage
how could I not have seen
below the rage?
the tiny steps,
the slumping body,
the hung head,
the heaviness
of grief
a grief for being un-mothered
a grief that threatens to undo me
Oh! if only I had stopped at rage.
Categories:
mothered, abuse, anger, grief, mother
Form: Verse
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