Short Surrogate Poems
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With takeovers bankers are set
But Capital One's is a threat
Owning Discover
As surrogate mother
Makes Visa and Mastercard sweat
if you wanted to find us in sixty-five
follow the bikes, to see if we’re alive
we’re all in one yard playing something or another
every woman in the neighborhood is our surrogate mother
Mr. Orange our eighteen-year-old tabby
Has had a good life, it was a very sad day
Time must move on
Each day the sun shone
Greeting his surrogate keeper, meowing for his nappy
Mom said, "I’d no sex ‘til our wedding day",
Showing nuptial photo that first of May;
I was their cute ring bearer,
How could I believe in her,
But dad said, "We paid surrogate mom Kaye".
And now the sun
a brief journey to set
fierce battle on the horizon;
day and night
warring for dominance
though the hour
favors the latter --
let us choose our surrogate
wisely, Grim the cloaked
Reaper keeping score --
we gallivant,
enamored with
such sweetly
swollen hearts
the gale sweeps through
the waltzing trees
with weeping
winter grace
your presence does
forever cull
my midst of
misery
I'm content in
believing these
surrogate
streets stretch on
I really didn't know the depth of a mother's
love until I became a mother too,
Becoming a mother is my best achievement
and it changed my point of view.
*Happy Mother's Day to Mothers, Grand
Mothers, Future Mothers, Surrogate
Mothers worldwide!
Alexis Y.
5-11-19
Biological matrescence;
Matrescence;
Biological genetic;
Contributor adoptive;
Volunteer surrogate;
Endearing caring maternal Terms of Endearment;
Mom,
Mama
Mommy, mom, mum,
Mumsy,
Ma,
Mamacita-mommy
~
Matrescence
5/10/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
I TAKE AIM
I shield myself from
impending
darkness
putting on glasses
each day
I TAKE AIM
I nourish your dreams
with meals of
desire
through doorways
appeal
I TAKE AIM
I dress in layers of
surrogate flames
inert
searching empty
places
I TAKE AIM
© Kim van Breda
Viola can be a lesson too
And every society needs
Rivers runs through meandering
Drone is an effect of craftsmanship too
And I watch you two go.
From my window, it is a registered time to leave
And I watch you two, giggling and boasting too.
As, this world is sometimes nothing other than a surrogate mom.
Harlots on Harleys
Barbies on broomsticks
Midgets on widgets
Buddha on Broadway
Leaders in leotards
Players in playpens
Twinkies in Slinkies
Christ in Cabaret
Temptation of teddies
Tyranny of toupees
Ecstasy of ecstasy
Yahoo of Yahweh
Widows with whiskey
Yoda with yen
Saviors with favors
Zeros with Zen
Let our art stop the hate
We’ll do it diligently, at any rate.
Make God our soulmate
Don’t let the devil be a surrogate
Bring back the dignity it ate
It has used its angel face as bait
It is never too late
to let love melt life’s frozen gate
From our doubts we will vacate
Through our words we will all relate
Disguise in smile hold fogy space
Surge wonders harvest in cell
Replicate its surrogate surreal
Munster washed roam its place
Nevertheless in realm hidden to unknown
Well known replicates countless
Unknown misplace a seldom symbol
All bets runs in open window
Wooh-MAN BIRTH IN SIN FROM WOMAN-
I am a son of a sinner man;
Birth of a woman curse through her womb;
A surrogate, sinner came from woman;
Wooh! Man
Birth again through salvation.
Repented born again freed from sin;
Wooh-MAN BIRTH IN SIN FROM WOMAN-
4/10/19
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Yes, Science Fiction rules,
Predicting our futures,
Viral phobias flooding,
Survival of our immunes,
Building vertical holds sway,
Hi-rise farms beyond,
Atmosphere blown afar,
Surrogate wombs,
Artificial recycling,
Afterbirth of our tribe,
Robotic thought police,
Digital implants, no brains,
Real time, or not,
Are we there yet?
Poem as Surrogate
by Odin Roark
Streaming messenger
With expression unchecked
Imagined ink yet to dry
The page fearful of touch
Find the eyes
Beneath which awaits the meaning
For
This frame that lives also as picture
One's fleeting first-person impulse
A captured inner focus shared
Clings tenaciously
To the world's lenity
Every poet's temporary forever
Journalist jeopardizes hegemony
Unveils untold injustices
Lacerates limits of freedom
Invokes imminent amendments
Answers alleged incriminations
Negates nefarious power
Antagonizes acrimonious lies
Suffers slaughter of right
Subdues surrogate meanings
Awaits apoplectical hatred
Nears noxious injection
Gulps generous hemlock
Ends evil monopoly
And therefore you met him in the street
All drenched up, the untimely rain
Staggered before you and bowed to know
How far have you walked the lane
Miles after miles, for trillions of years
Have you walked the lanes of life
No surrogate mother waited for him
No crimson rose offered to be his wife
Forever they love, forever they walk
Even under the starlit sky they talk
The power of poetry
to drive away love
A surrogate impostor
indentured above
Whether spoken or written
its message the same
All feelings imprisoned
in words that explain
When waxing poetic
the birds and the trees
Laughing not with you
but at you it seems
Intention enamored
from rhyme to blank verse
With hearts on the run
—and heaven to curse
(Bryn Mawr Pennsylvania: May, 2023)
Spock was my surrogate dad as I grew up
My dad was alive but elsewhere
My mind was filled with stars and meeting aliens
I so wanted to be an astronaut once upon a time
I was lucky enough to see Leonard Nimoy
At a symposium during my college years
What an amazing actor!
He's still my mentor, even to this day
See you, Spock, on the otherside one day
(In Search of . . . the next dimension.)
Just where have all the poets gone
Asked by the poet known as Jan A
My muse has been kidnapped, I think
As for the rest I can not say
I've been expecting some demands
I'd sure pay if that's the ticket
Not a note or even a call
Though once, I did hear a cricket!
Without a muse, how can I write?
It's starting to give me the blues
Hold on now, is this a poem?
Jan must be my surrogate muse!
she was giving birth, a surrogate mother, to a rich childless couple. she had been instructed to not look at the baby, did and relented, she had given birth
a wonderful newborn how could she give it away?
sensible people told her it was for the best, the child would get a good education, she the mother could not give her.
Under pressure by the righteous, she gave the baby away
but she will forever regret her decision.
Unable to conceive.
The theme had not arrived-
near the mouth.
It was agonizingly close,
Before and after the storm.
A dharma had failed.
Law of the land:
first a sprint,
then a strained voice.
You lend your voice to
a surrogate throat.
The audience roared.
Star by star, you walk
in dust. The search goes to
find the unknown, who takes
a big stride and leaves
gaint foot-prints
in dark.
Satish Verma
~a sea gull’s swift flight
over waves, shadow as kite
last catch before night
~choppy waves reflect
birds of sea by light inspect
dead fishes’ bisect
~shad fish seek cover
fish schools shield each the other
surrogate mother
~ocean waves relent
light of day energy spent
sea smells of salt scent
For and in honor of Carol Brown
And contest: What’s The Buzz
Somber sonnet, slumbering of soul
So tired of being tired,
Seems nobody knows…
Soul of slumbering sonata,
Somber, screams of the heart,
Superficial strokes soon to depart,
So tired of being tired,
Seems nobody knows…
Searching sweet solace,
Stir o’ slumbering sonata
Stimulating serenity of soul…
Surrogate the somber sonnet
Serendipitously, so …‘til, it’s no longer tired, but
Soothing balm of stamina
Strengthening survival of the soul…