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Stellamoses Hart Poem
Gathered as usual to celebrate the mothers day
One by one the children went up to say
Just how much they loved their mom
While they call on her to join them on stage.
Earlier today on media and social networks
The pictures and stories of moms filled every where
Now it was time to proclaim to everyone
What a wonderful gift you've got for a mom.
Friends and family want this day pass me by
But I needed to be on stage to sing a lullaby
The very one mom taught me and others
And to tell them I love my mom as well.
I mount the stage just like the others
Brilliant eyes and hungry ears wait in expectation
Though I didn't call mom to join me there
But I told my story nonetheless.
And when I finished in a voice so soft but clear
I could see a spark of tear in everyone's eye
For I told them of a bond so rare
And I sang of a love so dear.
"Mom would have come but for her journey
Though she couldn't make it but I don't love her less
I'll say all about her, it will help you imagine
First you should know how much she loves me so.
She loves to tell me stories and taught me how to cook
She tends to my injuries and taught me how to farm
Although you can't see her, I'm not standing here alone
She's always a thought away, that means she's here with me.
I'm proud to stand for the love we shared
I know she'd be here but heaven is too far
She was a true soldier who died at her post
Fourteen years of diabetes, she couldn't fight her ghost.
Sometimes when I close my eyes, it's like she never left,"
So I closed my eyes on stage and there she was beside me
I think others wanted to see her too, for when I opened my eyes
A room filled with mothers and children, had their eyes all closed.
I think if they didn't see her, they at least felt her presence
For a very cold breeze blew across the hall and carried with it a sweet scent!
And for a moment I had this relive, that heaven is never too far
And this year mothers day celebration, I can say is my best.
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Stellamoses Hart Poem
One might think I've gone crazy,
Sure because I act loony.
This is far from being lazy
T'is neither piquant nor funny.
Why reminisce on the life of a friend?
When he is out to strife for his ends,
I doubt that he ever remember,
That we once shared a cucumber.
Why stair at his pictures with tears?
When he has been gone for years,
I smell of him while daydreaming,
Though I'm not close to his thousand dreams.
To my friends I call out his name,
And some mistake it for his fame.
I hear his footsteps growing this way,
When actually he's going away.
Oh! Why this long and sleepless nights?
When he is happy with no plight.
Why with pleasure I wait his return?
When someone has taken my turn.
This is phooey!
But certainly not a hooey.
When will I leave this aimless lorry,
For mine is a sloppy love story.
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Stellamoses Hart Poem
So she smiled at the thought of it,
Bringing a life to the world.
And she sets to the task,
Ready to take the challenge.
Then she heaved a sigh of relief
For alas the race is on.
The race of...
Caring,
Hoping,
Illuminating,
Loving,
Daring.
She's never for once carried away,
By life's numerous events.
She's never for once forgotten,
The day the race began.
I'll make it your golden day,
she had said with a tear.
When she remembers the pains of birth,
She put in all she's got.
And since it was only me,
The day of was carefully planned.
A gong sound to announce the day,
Soft and slow music for entertainment.
Good food and wine as supplement,
Stories and tales as encouragement.
Friends and visitors cheer in excitement,
Then a wish to crown it all.
For this single reason,
The week was usually blessed.
But all this was short lived,
My birthdays are no longer golden,
For the creator has taken the goldmine.
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Stellamoses Hart Poem
Most gratitude to solitude
A time of self discovery,
Where I challenge the me of yesterday
On sight of a bright morrow.
Count me blessed in solitude
A moment of self worth,
Where I invite me altogether
To fill my separate needs.
I call it a party of solitude
Where I dine on implication
And fill my cup with significance.
Now I must confess,
There could be no better host,
Nor a more intriguing guest.
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Stellamoses Hart Poem
When I say "I love my husband"
I'm not bragging of marriage success
I'm silently saying we've been punned
Yet he stood just to effloresce.
When I say "I love my husband"
I'm not shouting he's strong
I'm whispering he has his weakness
And praying for strength from God.
When I say "I love my husband"
I'm not trying to say he's perfect
His flaws are all too visible
But I believe he's worth my all.
When I say "I love my husband"
I'm not saying he doesn't hurt
I have my share of heartache
But he's not such a malapert.
When I say "I love my husband"
I'm not claiming I know him all
I always submit to the unknown
Asking humbly to be taught.
When I say "I love my husband"
I don't wish to gladden his heart
Just saying no matter the tide
I'll always be by his side.
When I say "I love my husband"
I'm saying that in my garden
He's the only seed I've got
From this flower called love.
When I say "I love my husband"
I speak not with human pride
He's the reason for my glide
I hope you understand why.
It's been 365'/4 day already
And I'm still loving you deeply
I will celebrate this love daily
For I know you love me too.
Happy
Anniversary.
31:05:2015.
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Stellamoses Hart Poem
So she smiled at the thought of it,
Bringing a life to the world.
And she sets to the task,
Ready to take the challenge.
Then she heaved a sigh of relief
For alas the race is on.
The race of...
Caring,
Hoping,
Illuminating,
Loving,
Daring.
She's never for once carried away,
By life's numerous events.
She's never for once forgotten,
The day the race began.
I'll make it your golden day,
she had said with a tear.
When she remembers the pains of birth,
She put in all she's got.
And since it was only me,
The day of was carefully planned.
A gong sound to announce the day,
Soft and slow music for entertainment.
Good food and wine as supplement,
Stories and tales as encouragement.
Friends and visitors cheer in excitement,
Then a wish to crown it all.
For this single reason,
The week was usually blessed.
But all this was short lived,
My birthdays are no longer golden,
For the creator has taken the goldmine.
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Stellamoses Hart Poem
Here I lie awake
Afraid of sleep
For when I close my eyes
It's her I'll see.
I should have left that night
I could have saved her life
I thought it was just a dream
And now she's gone.
I did see the vision
Fire burning the mansion
I did cry for help
But it was too late.
When dawn finally broke
I set to go warn her
Always put off all light
But I was too late.
The papers had the news
It wasn't just a dream
Her home was truly burnt
And her along with it.
I should have left that night
I could have saved her life
I thought it was just a dream
And now she is gone.
My face hurts from tears
My heart ache with fears
I feel nothing but guilt
I wish this too was a dream.
I see her when I close my eyes
The flesh torn from her
Her lips forms my name
She wanted me to help.
I should have left that night
I could have saved her life
I thought it was just a dream
And now she's gone.
Here I lie awake
Afraid of sleep
Afraid of dreams
Knowing I'll see her if I do.
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Stellamoses Hart Poem
T'is good to have knowledge,
Mine is of a dinky old village.
And I know cos I'm privileged,
That many at fifteen ain't underage.
In greed the folks are out,
In need of love and care.
But woe for none knows the tears
They sow are lingered for years.
Yet the masculine behind the scars,
Is striving for nothing less but a star.
Forgetting totally the seed he'd sown.
But awaiting the foetus to be grown.
And when the reaping time is near,
Low and behold they appear.
The thing for such is a burial permit,
They've only got to err and they'll geddit!
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