Short Matriarch Poems
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The love of a drug,
a matriarch to own,
So addicted it's unreal,
The hold it may show.
Losing the grip,
Becoming Numb to the touch, to the feel.
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blest
with
the miracle
of life growing within
of procreation
new matriarch
channeling
universal
chi
AP: Honorable Mention 2020, Honorable Mention 2022
Kaaliammal Palanisamy...
Count to be nascient grandmammy..
Though pecuniary gravy of grandpa made family patriarchy,
The fish gravy of grandma maintain the family matriarchy.
BREAKING THE GLASS CEILING
Deborah,God annointed Judge&Prophetess
a matriarch&overseer of men,..no less;
Mary,at the Rabbi's feet,studies..just as a man
in Christ Jesus there's no gender ban
Madonna Louise Ciccone, or simply "Madonna"
Pop matriarch; just don't call her a prima donna
Had popular 80s hits like "Express Yourself" and "Material Girl"
She expressed her sexuality boldly; made watchdog groups churl
Date: 07/20/2019
I am the matriarch
a mother elephant
chosen leader of my herd
I guide them day and night
for food, drink, and safety
keeping peaceful harmony.
king
royal, sovereign
glorifying, honoring, canonizing
emperor, majesty, rani, contessa
coronating, serving, advising
empress, matriarch
queen
Date created:08/10/2021
You have the loving
eyes of a matriarch
that looks deeply to find
anything of quality
in someone else
to find something
to let you accept them.
And I tap
my pencil
awaiting
the next line.
Then your back
arches
like a motorcycle
ramp,
poised for me to
roam.
End poem
now.
Three pedal pushers, pushed past,
mom, daughter, grand
icons of fashions.
Forms formed by the dictates of passion.
Hair cropped, brows plucked,
rural New England’s answer to
Dolly Parton.
Scooped necked and corseted
varying little from teen-queen to matriarch;
only the wrinkles told the tale.
She is insatiable;predatory
In business always valedictory
Sees no conflict of interest in her position
Spurns financial disclosure requisition
She strides like a colossus, speedily
Eating smaller fry greedily
Using as an opportunity every disrupter
Allowing nothing or nobody to be an interrupter
“How exactly, my love, am I to die well?”
The question croaked - a ghostly whisper;
from her lingering mouth
of rotten teeth and wretched lips;
broken by an end of thrist.
Eyes glazed at the edge of reality.
A mighty visage; a matriarch.
Vitality faded as a memory.
No more beautiful fiction,
only firm, cold skin;
left behind.
Oh, no! The one giving the eulogy said.
I have lost my keen ability to conform.
Her family gave each other knowing looks;
she had never obeyed.
She was not the type to follow along,
color in the lines or do what others did.
The giggling started and it never stopped;
best celebration of life ever.
Because their matriarch had pre-videotaped her entire eulogy.
The Matriarch
crying out beneath the earth
the cemetery seed
which dies before it has its birth
in a hail storm of need
leader of the fallen child
in nadir of man's greed
treasure in the vultures mouth
circling to feed
everything I have you left
it's value does exceed
the taxable trinkets of a life
that made the hearts of blind men bleed
By: Jeremy Siedlecki
A slow moving gentle creature
With a long trunk and wrinkled skin.
Strange, ridiculous and ugly
and yet he draws us to love him.
He seems to know and understand
has empathy with us humans,
but can also rage if angered
and kill a man by trampling him.
Elephants have a matriarch
and keep together for safety.
The young stay close to their mother,
while the males are solitary.
Form:
My origin, my matriarch, my mother, my queen
My prime paradigm of an amicable human being
My mentor, my supporter, my companion, my friend
My forever confidante I can always depend
My thanks to you for your love so unconditional
And for teaching me the power of love, value and principle
My absolute bona fide blessing like no other
Is having the honor of calling you “my mother”!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
She descends the trunk
upside-down,
skirts flaring like
spilled cranberry wine~
a furry scandal in December.
Her tail flicks twice,
aristocratic,
as she steals the last
candied almond
from your
gift basket.
Her neighbors
whisper~
no one dares
reprimand
a lady who wears
winter
better than
the holly.
She was a gentle soul
Who saw the worst
And endured it quietly
The man she loved
Was cruelly taken away
Left to raise two children
She always had a smile
Wanting the best for others
Living a long life
A matriarch to all.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Paying homage to an ordinary woman who lost her husband after the Great War due to being gassed on the Western Front. A gentle and well loved woman.
Many memories of my mother
making moist mellow macaroons
marshmallows and Madeira cake,
minuscule madeleines, marvellous,
mum measures, marinates, melts,
more majestic meals.
My matriarch makes,
marmalade,
marzipan,
muffins,
mincemeat,
meringue.
mousse.
My meritorious mom mixes, merges, mingles,
melon,
mango,
mulberries,
Mandarins.
My maternal materfamilias, masterminds
Mealtime masterpieces.
Virtuous Woman
5 Feet 5
Queen
Matriarch
Witnessing the untold wisdom in your eyes
Protector by nature
Shielding your offspring with
Care
Gentleness
Flawless skin glowing as the Indian sun
Survivor
Warrior
Bearing the scars
Burdens of
Past
Present
Generations
Emerging as a phoenix
Transforming into your
Victorious state
A new day given by
GOD
Walk no Run
In the anointing
My virtuous
MOTHER
I am the matriarch the grandma said to the lot
Her opinion unvaluable, often ignored, not sought
No one heard this, she had become invisible to them
Everyone looked to her oldest lay-about son Jim
After you reach seventy, you are senile I guess she told Tony
He was her attentive grandson, slim, quiet, and tall boney.
Those twits I sired are forgetting one teeny tiny thing…
If they expect money, remember in this family, I am still king.
Only this;
And a joyousness
Remembering many beautiful, matriarch models
And so you came gently in forgiveness;
Forgiving, allowing the arboreal atonement
I threw my resort upon the heart;
Of my cold unloving mind;
Back into my memories accommodating
That uttermost - that uttermost;
And the savior was classifying;
The arboreal atonement allowing
4/10/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
I sensed the notes of my voice gently
Float over her senses, like a fisherman's boat returning to shore, loved ones anxiously waiting
Stories she knew, with moments she remembered
The faintest smile curling the corners of
Her slack jaw
Glints of gratitude graced her expression
As sponge-water was lovingly given her
All we could do was admire such noble
Grace in our family's matriarch, as she
Approached her transition
To
Everlasting
Life
Valentine’s Day 2015
An odd way to spend it,
At Hospice watching Nana sleep,
This room becoming our world
On a rotating basis.
Right now there’s me
And Nana and IT
The elephant in the room.
The doctor said IT could come anytime.
The nurse said everybody’s different,
And IT can be different, too.
The family structure never the same
When our strong matriarch succumbs to IT
Death, the elephant in the room.
~ Judy Bausch
My family thinks I am good-
as matriarch- it's understood
I keep us all tight-
with love, we unite-
keep bonds fortified as we should.
However, at times I am bad-
for when I feel down- to be glad-
I need my own space
seclusion embrace
to work out whatever is sad.
My special- a pastime, so fine-
I try to write poems that shine
so readers can see
the thoughts that make me
a builder of words that define.
February 29, 2020
F anciful fabulous fairyland
A geless adulation awaken
I rrevocably immortalize
R egal radiant recollection
Y earning yesterday’s youthful yearbooks
G lamorous gadgets gimmicks girdles
O utrageous outfits overindulge
D efiant delay deny demise
M ighty mascaraded matriarch
O utlandish opulent obscession
T wilight Twinkle Twiddle Twitter Tweet
H eed hopeful hallucination
E nsorcellment endowed elixir
R adical Revamp Restore Reverse
AP: Honorable Mention 2020