Art Parents Poems

'My mum will not speak above a low whisper in public because she doesn't want to draw attention to herself.'
Richard C. Armitage

"Whisper, we're in church,"...

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I am not hardened by your strong sense of will 
And i am not weakened by any fragility of spirit
I am not stood still, awaiting my...

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In the land of Nigeria, strong and bold,
Super Eagles soar, stories to be told.
To the final they’ve flown, no easy feat,
God’s grace and hard work,...

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Written: August 13, 2023
No 1236 New Poem Only Poetry Contest         Sponsored by: Brian Strand
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wish we could 
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She yawns as she takes out each dart sharpens the tip and adds them back to pile.
This game has been going on for quite awhile.
She...

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Journey Journal Page
MEMORY
By Leon Enriquez


Ripples in time
Echoes and chimes
Meet misty mimes


Etch in olde sketch
Moments that match
Blur missing patch

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End marks strange start
Rest broken heart
Ink stains word...

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Here’s how you do it 
   Let me show you
Be it art, music, or carpentry
   A role model is key

Yet when...

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Chiz was a romance writer who actually made a living.
Her dad was embarrassed by her genre, refused to acknowledge.
Her mother put her down, to please...

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Marge’s son Henry was struggling with his math.
She insisted that he be allowed to bring it home.
He improved in leaps and bounds.
His answers were created...

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I remember nights on the south side porch 
After a full dinner & nothing on TV
We gather to sit talk and listen to cicadas cry
High
Into...

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Some people lose their eyes.
Spiders fall from the sky.
I ate a green hotdog once.
My grandma’s dog poops green.
A giggle.
Two of them look to see if...

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One’s parents are perennial,
Source of love eternal.

Selfless nature and ever,
A pure protection sure.

Never expecting from us,
In any situations.

Let’s not hate them,
Let’s not leave them.

A pinch...

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I think of parenting as an art…parents are artists without constraints…whose children are blank canvases on which to apply their paint.

We remember how we also...

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My Last Visit

I had one last visit to my family house,
Before it was given over to a new life,
One last visit,
Before its walls would be...

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No skills involved,
just natural instincts.

No spiritual development skills, 
leftbrain worded messages 
about rightbrain instinctive 
natural/spiritual, 
indigenously multicultural 
yang-out/yintegrity resonance 

Like singing and dancing, 
sucking and...

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