I’m the lady with a big bum
A man offered quite a sum
Of money to play
With my bum he’d pay
Until I reached out to his mum
Mellowing muted miraculous memories,
mildly mannered, meticulously minted
manly mirrored, mostly mastered
messages, massaging misleading
Manson Mongoloid measures, minus
milktoast Mozart minuet membership
monotone manuscripts, manipulating
many manakin malignant mind melds.
Might mindful micro mineral mankindedness
marvel my molecular madness mediating
medicinal meditative metronome
mattresses manipulating magnum
malevolent maelstrom monstrosities?
Mother mayI?
From the mother of all mothers
tongue tied
to a tree
naked
5/3/2019
Navel Gazing
Liberum Divisa Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Gregory Barden
Mum’s The Word on Father's Day
Hey DAD I didn’t forget you
I remembered I forgot
That’s just how it goes these days
my own kids I have got
It’s the way you brought me up
I didn’t have to think
Until the day you kicked me out
told me “Swim or Sink”
My kids will never forget me
though it's just a bit of fun
I would let them off with it
but they are told by MUM
Dearest Mummy you came for a calling
In my tears at night when I was crying
Every memory of you inside of me dying
Determined to remember your smiles
~ I'll never forget our little whiles. Together.
In all the years we sat on fears
Keeping our secrets in silent tears
And in all the Times we never spoke,
I learned to grow up in the silence of love.
~ Now I listen to your voice from above.
I wonder why I can hear your eyes,
Still keeping secrets about our lives.
And why is it now that you've come to say
You've changed my name, Again this day.
~ How many more to come this Way...?
Dearest Mummy I know the Word.
What I don't understand, is why I've heard.
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