Mother Sijo Poems

Mother is ninety now, frail, and asleep much too often. 
This may be her last year; she wants to go home and be with God,
but...

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Wars within and without with unimaginable ends.
My imagination crawls through the network of tunnels.
Minor hostages bound to their mother’s terrified heart.
...

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Hail, the doorway keen on the known world ... theme wails attention,
time of roses' blooms cower ... usurped magentas, aloof maroons,
for the flight of the...

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The real gold is all of Mother Earth's very own trees,
Helping our lungs to breathe in and out through every seasonal breeze.
We the gardeners must...

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My real mommy's love oft eludes me, living in her shadow.
My roleplays of being a mommy means there's a void in me.
My mommy type friends...

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For 3 seizures it was my mother saving my life every time.
For 4 seizures it was three of my true friends who saved my life.
The...

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Roses - Violets 

It is ruled that roses are red and violets are blue
yet best in scarlet as would maroon too and lavender is said
truer...

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over and over they tumble, colorful specters playing

the dying leaves of autumn have one last chase, before passing.

they will sleep in painted canvas ground, recycling...

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World of dreams in her bosom, pain of the earth bearing with ease
Days and nights were spared in fire, wishes and tastes for her blossom
Oh...

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Father Ross made secret visit, to widow’s house past midnight,
Lamp in hand, she let him in, guided him to master bedroom,
his tough wife should never...

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As mother Earth starts to close her weary eyes to sleep
The setting sun on the horizon slowly drowns in melancholy
Yet another day, almost over. And...

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How beautiful the frosty breath of winter on the land
A breath so cold ...a kiss of death...that turns Mother Earth to stone  
But with...

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NEVER MIND WHAT WE BELIEVE
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we the builders of our lives, obliged to live by others rules.
all life, is it what we make it? or what...

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Aglow she sits and smiles down at Mother Earth; illuminating the dark night sky.

Her crimson skin blushes and I watch as she spins into blood;...

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Mother Mary weeps for her children; her tears are soul-ambrosia.

Skirmishes and wars have taken their toll; innocents are slaughtered.

Her tears wash away the bloodstains; her...

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