‘I was born with the meaning of home running through my veins.’ - Lauren Eden
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Light
with home rule in my veins
paternal care not vain words
motherly hug a retreat
sisterly smiles like rays of sunshine
the mind free to wander like the breeze
early to rise a routine
offering devotions a sheer joy
the glow of inner light
now illumines my journey of life
goads me to the rightful path
ever keeps me company
as a benign guardian
as I steadily trail my footsteps
during the midday sunshine
in the solemn silence of sunset
alongside solitary moonlit footpaths
and in the darkness of night
when I retreat home
to lay my head back on my pillow
Categories:
paternal, inspirational, life, light,
Form: Suzette Prime
Dearest ,darling,beloved child,
so innocent,so meek and mild,
I in wonder,remain beguiled.
Precious,perfect in miniature,
voiced gurgled thoughts so pure,
in these arms slumbered so sure.
A gift from heaven,l do suppose,
a unique human exists in such quiet repose,
with potential that education alone grows
Categories:
paternal, baby,
Form: Rhyme
Old and bent when she sat in her gooseneck rocker
Waiting for the angelic shout to call her home
Grandma was best described as very prim and proper.
When we learned she was gone it was a shocker
I recall her braiding her hair with a fine-tooth comb
Old and bent when she sat in her gooseneck rocker.
In her later years, Grandma wasn’t much of a talker
When she spoke, her words dripped like a honeycomb
Grandma was best described as very prim and proper.
When she occasionally moved about with her walker
She glided through the room like a little old gnome
Old and bent when she sat in her gooseneck rocker.
She would peer out a window but wasn’t a gawker
When visitors left, she would smile and say “Shalom,”
Grandma was best described as very prim and proper.
As she grew older, she shrunk up, becoming smaller,
Looking back, I now remember her in monochrome
Old and bent when she sat in her gooseneck rocker,
Grandma was best described as very prim and proper.
Written November 4, 2022
Categories:
paternal, grandmother, memory,
Form: Villanelle
"War and Peace in the Days of Love’s Retribution"
All is fair
in Love and War
they say
Lost are the
gambling angels
who walk tight ropes
from the point
where time departed
the jewel stolen from her crown
sacrificed for
something better
a child’s happiness
another fallen
goddess
tripping between
the cracks
pinned to a wall
in a sunless place
where light tries
but fails dismally to get in
suspended heart’s arrow
caught forever bleeding
in betrayal’s
sticky web
Failure’s warrior
wanting a sword for
cutting tongues
War and Peace
lost and found
unconditional
In the time
of unjust justice
follows freedom
wearing a new light
darkly burning in
the time of Love’s retribution
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
gvlm
"Hurts Like Hell" / Fluerie
https://youtu.be/Uil0L-0F4no
"“Once I was brave
enough
to leave home,
I discovered
splendid parts of me
I had no clue existed.
I, then,
realized
where they came from
and hurried home.”
Categories:
paternal, dark, light, muse,
Form: Free verse
Through the unfinished step goes
with time as we walk in repose.
Blindly his son has observed us through the blue and glowing days
blessed through His paternal rays.
Though, close still the blinds we pull,
through His breath rite of baptism waters cool.
Flourish rapture strings by two
closely weave who sees through.
Angels come down from heaven clad
in wisps of sun and full moon maketh glad.
Immersed in stain glass tile,
folded wings, and flawless smile.
Hark to his wisdom, his arms around
bares to all the garden ground.
12/5/2017
Poetry Contest: Favorite Rhyming Poem Ever
Sponsored by: Laura Loo
Categories:
paternal, baptism, god,
Form: Rhyme
How does it taste to have a father—
sweet, tasteless, bitter or sour?
Somebody to tell me in an hour,
before I can go any farther.
How does it taste to have a father—
joyful, ordinary, sorrowful or painful?
Let me know lest my efforts go wasteful
before I can go any farther.
How does it taste to have a father—
lovely, empty, rejected or despised?
I request an answer undisguised
before I can go any farther.
How does it taste to have a father—
warm, cool, cold or hot?
Who’ll tell me amongst the lot
before I can go any farther?
How does it taste to have a father?
Why not tell me, fate, why you came so fast
to take mine and did not let him last
before I can go any farther.
Categories:
paternal, bereavement, care, death, death
Form: Elegy
They say the Father wound
runs deep in society
as it keep you from each other
same as father daughter
materialism creates a chasm
beyond the father wound
I think
Mother wound is now equal
in the pursuit of equality
career is paramount
the maternal drive is subdued
oh, there'll be time later
but what about the generation gap
late children suffer
you're like grandparents
if you please
can you see?
Categories:
paternal, care, devotion, senses,
Form: Free verse
What i always wanted in life
Was an ideal dad
One who cared about family happiness
And could cheer us up when were sad.
I always wanted a kind man, one who’s patient
And to him his family meant the world
I wanted a man to validate me
By telling me i was a good girl.
I wanted a man who’s discipline
Was never angry or severe
But a type of discipline
That would encourage good conduct when we are far or near.
I wanted a man to tell me happy stories
And tuck me into bed
A man who always told me he loved me
And kissed me on the head
I still long to be hugged, kissed, and squeezed
But i don’t’ expect my future mate to blow my nose whenever i sneeze.
My childhood was a mess
And i had a dysfunctional family
It is the mighty hand of god
That has come in and set me free.
It is not fair to ask my future husband
To treat me like a child
But if expects to love him back
He must be meek and mild.
My future mate cannot play that role
Or undo the damage that has been done
But Jesus, my adoptive dad can fill this void
And through him my victory has already been won.
Categories:
paternal, faith, family, fantasyme, family,
Form: Light Verse