Why dwell on differences?
As the sun with the moon
Shares its light, we can be
Candles for one another --
Warmth is wax and a wick
Stupid, a scorching breeze
Nurturers of Forests they
Claim
While blazing all the trees!
Cat has dandruff I sneeze --
A sleepover with dogs
Risks fleas; getting honey will be
An encounter with bees --
Far more conducive than
Man – with a match for a
Soul, and a heart like a fan.
486.
Prayer For Children
Oh Father God, we pray for all children
That they may be granted happiness from heaven
Oh Lord Jesus, we pray for every child
That their parents or nurturers be gentle & mild
Oh Holy Spirit, we pray for the hope of the future
That they can have a life that's fruitful & secure
This we pray to our One True God. Amen.
-12/25/2015
(Dumarao)
*Prayer Poems for Christmas
The balance of the world,
The nurturers of blessings,
The creators of life.
The glue of unity,
The pillars of strength,
The guardians of dignity.
The givers of joy,
The sharers of love,
The keepers of the soul.
You are truly special and wonderful.
Happy International Women’s Day.
the witches creed was “to no creature do harm”
jealous men were annoyed by their confidence
Brothers Grimm used witches as storybook villains
attempting to take them down a couple of notches
witches were always for the greater good
they were gardeners, nurturers, and healers
Their balms and remedies were created to help others
jealous men twisted their cauldrons into evil instruments
I hope that men do know the difference between right and wrong.
My life’s creed depends on it; it is “be yourself always”.
I imagine the witch-tormentors must have figured it out.
If they had not, the Salem Witch trials would be happening today.
I like to think that they were horrified when the innocent drowned.
Proof they were not witches.
I like to think we shun away from evil.
My mantra “be yourself always” is not meant for serial killers.
Affirmed & Perfect
I looked at my reflect,
Green T-shirt paired with black pants,
Hopes of bright future surged ahead.
I waited long, till a van came,
Reached late when class had already commenced,
Nervous and unknown in that herd,
I thought,
Someone would know the Aditi I left.
With each passing day,
I, too, failed to recollect.
Adjusting among peers,
I left laughter, fun and ease.
All still went well,
Until I was mocked for which I was best.
Making a front bencher hide at last,
Uninterested to struggle further,
She surrendered too fast.
Leaving her nurturers disheartened,
She cried alone at dark nights on bed.
Simultaneously, a heart break came.
Cracking a whole of four chambers in million shards.
I remember I had said;
'Changes & Adjustments can't be for vain'.
I didn't knew,
How a white lie was used;
To ease our worries,
For the uncertain future ahead.
circle of fertility hidden deep in the valley
Come, women who want to conceive
feel the nurturers, Gaia and sun break
bring your waiting wombs
The women nominate Phenellophia as Goddess of the nurturers.
She was the only choice that did not inspire violent arguments.
Probably because she had a kind spirit and had never annoyed others.
It was no real contest, as some of the fe-faeries were snippety and mean.
Others were jealous and had made enemies quickly in faerie land.
Your first job is to nurture the moon, Phenellophia was told.
She had magical skills which they were not aware of on a fey level.
She plucked the moon out of the sky and began caressing him.
This stunned them all – the jealous, the snippety, and the mean.
They were amazed they had psychically chosen the right Goddess.
Mama where are the children
Where are your children now
Ooh and Mama how have you raised them
Nurturer and saving them how?
God has called you
His daughter whose
A vessel for Humanity
Mama where the darlings
All of those charming, souls wow
Spiritual Father, Abba Father
From Eve to Mary to my own mom
All mothers are mothers
All nurturers are naturals
More than just a womb
Harvesting a human being
Mama these are the darlings
Those are the children
Those whom in your care you bare
We thank God for those whom are mothers
Those whom are God's daughters
Hallelujah
Wales to me is people who smile and hug
Demonstrating clear uninhibited affection
Feelings dancing from their eye souls.
Wales to me is verdant meadows of produce
Cows with giant forgiving amber eyes
Nurturers who uplift each other as well as their offspring
Wales to me is homegrown and personal.
Lacy church weddings, grooms with pink cheeks.
Approval of tradition, appreciation of familial ways.
Wales to me is exotic adventure.
Wales to me is travel, and photographic opportunity.
Wales to me is fanciful and fantastically freeing
Julia Ward
Contest: Lyric
Wales to me is Homegrown and Personal
Nursing is to restoring peace,
restorative win/win justice,
as surgical judging is to punishing injustice,
retributive win/lose justice.
Nursing ecosystems
and nurturing egocenters
can often be used synonymously,
as nursing is to nurturing.
To nurse a baby
ecosystem
is first to nurture a cherished developing infant
non-zero zone egocenter.
We, nurses and nurturers,
share a nutritional history
of healthcare giving safety
and receiving, in return, wellbeing significance
Delivered best
and most durably,
resiliently,
when care works in coincidental resonant ways
Nurturing all win/win
multilateral directions
ecosystemic
metaphoric,
All polypathic nursing selections
seductions
egocentering healthiest wealth,
analogic
Ecological nursing
felt empowerment
and needed co-investment
in ego/theo-logical nurture.
There are witches in my midst
They are family
We are familiar, we are friends.
They are gardeners.
They are lovers.
They are nurturers.
They are Wiccans.
They are unduly cursed and given bad attributes
For once upon a time people were afraid of anyone different.
I like to think things have changed.
They are some of the most gentle, endearing, wonderful
people I know.
They love to garden.
Their flowers are sublime.
Please know they are my relatives and I adore them.
And the witches in the faerie tales are nowhere near the truth of the Wiccans.
We nurture intensely
our propensity
for immensity
Nurturers meet a need.
Naomi advised Ruth;
Nathan counseled David.
Nicodemus backed Christ.
Narrow-minded people,
Narcissists by nature,
Nurse their own poverty.
written May 1, 2017
for Kim Merryman's N-pleiades contest
Going through photographs of yesteryear,
makes me wonder what made you a murderer?
To the brother, who you claimed to be brother from another mother.
Going through photographs of yesteryear,
reminds me of the growing years when we (me & father) were your nurturers.
We told you to be her protector to your sister,
Not a murderer but a shoulder to her tears.
Have you not seen the color of your sister’s face when the brother of yours
and lover of hers arrived at our place everytime?
Have you not been prouder when she spoke of your bromance
endearingly in front of the so called mediocre crowd?
Going through photographs of yesteryear,
makes me wonder why we told you to be a protector to your sister,
not a murderer but a shoulder to her tears.
Why had I told her that after me and father, brother will take care of her?
Why had I not taught her to be independent than make her bend
in front of the brother who at the end shall listen to the society?
Going through photographs of yesteryear…..
We are petals of marigold
In our innermost soul
Whether young or old
If the petals still in fold
in the buds are singed
or shouted at violating
the integrity in making
Maladaptation is obvious
Flowers are obnoxious
Parents and teachers
Priests and preachers
Be kind nurturers
Of the saplings and plants
No traumatizing no rants
Love of beauty and life
Husband and wife in step
Pep drive with love
For the tender buds above
Let us be poems
In the social page
Healthy gems
Birds uncaged
“The world is a stage”
You directors will decide
If the spectators would hurl
Brickbats or
Throw bouquets
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April 7, 2016
It shouldn't hurt to be a child- Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Becca aTeagan
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