She stays up way past midnight,
just checking on your breathing.
She keeps your terrible drawings
taped up like priceless art.
She lets you spill your mess,
your worries, your endless questions,
and somehow makes room for all of it in her small, tired heart.
She’s the one who holds you
when the world feels far too big,
the one who roots for you when nobody else shows up.
Even when you walk away to build a life of your own,
she’s still standing in the driveway, waving until you’re out of sight.
Sigueme
por el camino del Cordero,
angosto y recto-
qué hasta la cima
os lleva del paraíso eterno.
Porqué es humildad
la qué purifica
a él alma e cuerpo.
Y sólo así es qué
entonces os podrías
conocer, aplenitud,
the purísima felicidad.
A mother sheep lays down to feed
She is in the spotlight
The heat burns her eyes, Her time has come
The tyranny of motherhood consumes her
Unsolicited echoes of her once unbound soul
Her life is now theirs, an inevitable symptom
Mindlessly latching what once was her own
Her heart became theirs, bleeding it dry
So kind of you to bring me into this life,
You're a strong mother and a loving wife.
I asked for nothing in return, yet everything I got,
I'm nothing without the gifts you gave,
That others would have simply forgot.
A dog is a man's best friend, but that's simply not true,
'Cause my best friend is a mother in the shape of you.
You raised me well, and I inherited the good,
You're the one who always understood.
For I wouldn't be breathing and living my time,
Without your bravery, I'm lucky to call you a mother of mine.
For I see fields of blossoms, marching in pink,
All my chapters are together through the joy you link.
You're the rock that keeps me strong,
Your existence I will forever long.
You're a soothing song that I so dearly play,
I will remember your kindness every second of every day.
You're a painting that bursts into a million different meanings,
You look after me and give me all the good feelings.
The day I lose you in the mist of God,
My grief won't be sadness, but the longing will be strong.
I'll celebrate the moments that you will miss,
As I know you'll be watching, giving me one final kiss.
Who's love is compared
to that of a life manual?
One who wakes up
at any sound you make.
One who stays up all night
Rocking you to sleep.
One who cries behind closed doors ,
But put on a façade in my presence,
One who Is worth more than anything.
One who gave me this thing called life.
Who am I not to honour my mother?
Weather rich or poor,
She will always be my mother.
She is the one who takes
the place of others
but her place can never
be filled by anyone.
Her heart as pure as snow,
In her warmth I find hope,
In her warmth I find peace.
In her word I find wisdom.
In her word I find knowledge.
She whom your smile is her
Utmost joy and happiness.
Every prayer she says is a blessing,
Everything she touches is gold.
A queen in her own kingdom.
An angel with glorious wings.
A beauty beyond imagination.
The bravest of all.
She who walks through storms and lightning with high heads.
Fight battle with love,
Nurture with patient,
And love with tenderness.
Take a moment to celebrate her,
Cause she deserves to be celebrated.
More and more,
Over and over.
She deserves to be happy
When my eyes gaze on that cross
Oh what love i see
For their God,s son gave his life
A sacrifice for me.
The pain he suffered on that cross
All this for me he took
I'm reminded of the price it cost
When to that cross i look.
God,s love it is not hidden
It's there for all to see
For on that cross long ago
Christ died for you and me.
Carrying soft, smooth feathered wings
To shield it's young from the tears of the sky
Whenever they fall
The bird wraps them in its wings
Offering warmth
Offering shelter
In every storm
Those wings become a refuge
Sometimes after a fierce fall
It's feathers are torn
And the bird slowly fades away
No one thanked it
For its silence sacrifice
No one sees it's wounds
They simply admire
The ones it saved
Never the wings
That broke for them......
I brush my pen to hone,
Knowing the time I spent for you would never be alone.
For him I cherish, not the bond we embellish,
Where my sin once found it sweet,
Let my poem heal for you to repeat.
Suffering the wrath of my walls,
Shielding me in your arms,
Holding me tight as you poured out your soul,
Shrinking the sand that slips through your palms.
Avoiding the love that you once found,
Thankful for this day as time goes by,
Waving to the love I lost, we say our goodbyes.
Nothing left to change, no excuses to turn the page.
Nette Onclaud
Light a Pensee
07/28/2026
Wax core
bleeding its heart
feeding flame with its own flesh
inside a cold, ungrateful room
slain, so the dark stays warm.
"Fall seven times and stand up eight"
From birth till death
Life is a challenge, until the last breath.
Every move,every step is uncertain
At times,life seems like a burden.
We plan for the best to achieve
But,fate may lead us to deceive.
The path may not be easy for all
Some are lucky,but others need to crawl.
"Fall seven times and stand up eight"
To reach the goal,you need to fight.
A failure is not the end of life
Discouragement is just a rife.
Standing up every time and trying again
Symbolizes, how spirit and courage regain.
Every fall,every time teaches what to learn
To achieve success, one has to be stern.
Life is a struggle, full of risks and pain
We have to suffer,strive... to finally gain.
He,who has the courage to dare and shine
Faces all battles, stands strong and fine.
The one who is success keen
Is sure to climb all hurdles and win.
"Spread and split like litter,
still gather courage to glitter".
A Kingdom Built on Ash and Sin
For eighteen years, I was reared for the blade,
A lamb in a house where the monsters played.
They hid their sins in the floorboard cracks,
And led me home on my own bloody tracks.
A welcome-back trap, a dark, hollow room,
Where chants in the shadows sealed my doom.
They tore open hell and flung me right in,
Trading my flesh for a ledger of sin.
I woke to the cold, completely alone,
Stripped of my youth, my blood, and my bone.
Now they sit high on a mountain of gold
Built on the back of the child they sold.
Then came the husband, a beast of a man,
Who traded my flesh for a new wicked plan.
Deeply in debt to the legions below,
He threw me to hell for a cash-out show.
But the pit gave him nothing; his gamble fell through,
So he fled like a coward when the cold wind blew.
Now a collector from hell has crawled to the light,
Searching for souls in the dead of the night.
The ledgers are empty, the debtors have run,
But the hunt for their blood has only begun.
The demon is tracking the scent of their fear
To seal every fate as the reckoning draws near.
New Life Sacrifice
She knows she must
cut off their heads,
find feral nodes...
Slice youthful stem
at sharp angles-
Strip lower leaves
from fertile stem...
With new purpose press
deep in rich soil
and water well...
Clear cover dome -
half humid vessel
in direct light,
warmth by degrees
propogates life.
Afebrile thoughts rise,
resurrect hopes in the heart
twice the price of life.
Aqua Marine
23rd May 2026.
Woven in Wax and Heart
A flickering wick in the velvet dark,
I chase the light, a tiny spark.
Through golden fields and frozen rain,
To find the peace and hope.
I offer up a candles glow,
To unlock stories from long ago.
From wax and flame, a gift is spun
A woven cape like the rising sun.
But cloth and colour are only part,
I give a gift from my heart.
For every spirit, a friend Marcus found new,
Dressed in the light you share with me.
The Hollow Toll of Hell
Old witch plucked out every hair
To weave her wicked snares.
But a deal demands a spirit pure,
And hers was beyond repair.
She traded a thumb, she traded an eye,
Yet still she paraded on
Seeking the key for the gate, the hidden escape,
Before the rise of dawn.
With nothing left of flesh or bone,
No gold left to toll,
She reached the brink and paid the price:
The sale of her hollow soul.
Your neon rose glows
with a soft voltage of electric ache
in the midnight forest
of love's keepsake kiss,
I pinch and pull your velvet moist petals
with a gothic lust to let loose
an aroma of sweet crystal frost,
I cusp You from underneath the bloom
and you tighten with a quick breath
then yeild with a sumptuous sigh,
on my eager mouth you tickle
smooth and warm,
the curves of your lips capture my soul,
you press me into your ultra violet core eternal,
within you there is a heat, a raw fuel,
I am yours, on the edges of tender alarm
and alive beyond death's riddle -
J.A.B.
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