This Mother's Day Show Mom Your Poetic Love In The Rollin Thunder Poetry Picture Challenge
Show mother your poetic love - take Rollin Thunder's Poetry Picture Challenge. Muse the picture 'Mother's Day'. Mother's Day is Sunday May 8th, 2005. Then post your Mother's Day poem by clicking Create A Comment Or Poem below.
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Poems are judged by a point system by our editors. Submissions close May 1, 2005 - Winners will be announced on the May 4th. Mother's Day is Sunday May 8. 2005.
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Mothers' Days
We gathered
chairs encircled
defensively against grief
quietly fingering memories
as the album changed hands
Your hands changed now
to those that can no longer
hold me
I saw you with your mother
and the circle of mothers' days
and daughters
l heard you
in knowing narrative
of younger and youngest
Voices sweetened by love
breaking with sadness
Held together by shared stories
of teas in the garden
The dress your mother made
that you straight off
(to adorn your new straw hat)
tore that first wearing
climbing the grape arbor
( you plucked an early flower that
tantalized you from a neighbor's fence)
"One year on Mother's Day"
I excitedly burst in
"I planted flowers along the walk
for her"
Today we left you in flowers
each dropped a peach of a rose
upon the sheen of mahogany
and each turned to another
bonded firmly to family
formerly distant
now drawn together
We gather
our chairs encircled
passing memories
each to another
in the circle of
Mothers' days
Ned - email at bloggingned@verizon.com
Poetry submission
Dearest Mommy
When bad times come
and i feel alone
when the nights are cold
and i shiver to the bone
thoughts of you warm my heart
thoughts of you erases the distance that keeps us apart
What have i ever done
to deserve someone like you
wonderful and loving
warm and caring
i stand proud and grateful
while others can only envy
because i have the greatest and best mom
the best among so many
I love you with my heart, body and soul
until i grow old
no one else will take your place
queen of my heart
gift from heaven
a glow in the dark
sparkling diamond
God's humble servant
Today, let me tell you
I'm sorry if i ever caused you grief
sorry if i ever caused you hurt
ever made you cry
ever made you fear
if i had my days to live over again
i would choose
to have never given you pain
because i realize your love so true
is just a reflection of mine to you
Although i may not say much
but this i know and i'm sure
i am not shy to tell the world
you are as precious as
a priceless pearl
and i love you so much
a continuing flow of love to go on forever and ever..
Love you Mum..
By Marsha
marshiee@gmail.com
Joy Still Blooms
Come along sweet girl child, take my hand,
Mama’s eyes shine from your face.
Let’s wander up the love worn path
That leads to the old home place.
Your Granny made our home here,
It was built on prayer and tears.
She held us up and taught us truth.
She pushed aside her fears.
Though life was hard our wants were few,
She labored tirelessly,
And graced our minds with her belief
In our ability.
As evening dons her violet dress
I see her waiting there.
Her eyes rejoice to see us come,
Face worn and etched with care.
These walls are warped, stick dry now,
As frail as summer’s breath.
But here she smiles, yes she dances,
And eludes the arms of death.
She lives in every memory,
Her treasured dreams my own.
And after me, she’ll live in you.
Joy blooms where love was sown.
Like Yesterday
I can remember it
like it was yesterday
as scattered memories
come back to play
Mom and Me walking
down that old country
road leading to where
the good timed waited
and old stories were told
You see on that special day
all the towns' people
gatherd round to celebrate
all the mothers, all colors
Black, White, Blue or Brown
Everyone rejoysed on this
special day, that we'v now come to
know as Mothers Day, Where worries
were forgotten and mom was
queen for a day
Oh I can remember it
like it was yeaterday
every year....... around May
that's when scattered memmories
come back to play
Remembering how we celebrated mom
on Mothers Day
on that old country road
Way, Way, Way
back in the day
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Shewanda
Mum
Mum,
It was twelve years ago,
We met at a place called Jigsaw.
I was filled with curiosity,
Needing to know much more.
My heart was racing,
My hands were filled with sweat.
And I admit, I made a few visits to the ladies,
Before we met.
But Mum,
Soon as I saw you through the open door,
Your loving smile, your kind word,
I then began to feel sure.
That this was the beginning of something really great,
We were meant to be together,
It just had to have been fate.
So Mum,
It was hard while I was growing up,
Without you by my side.
I am sure it was hard for you,
As I was a part of you, a part you had to hide.
You made the choice, you gave me up,
So I could have a better start.
I knew you wouldn't forget me,
I was always in your heart.
But Mum,
I couldn't work out why I didn't fit.
I loved my family,
I just didn't feel complete.
I knew that for some reason I did not belong,
Even though I'm sure we tried hard to get along.
It's quite difficult to explain really,
Like words missing from a song.
While I was young this whole "adoption" story,
Was quite confusing and seemed like a mystery.
Then as I got older I knew it had to be,
I had to learn, I had to search for my history.
And yes Mum,
We've worked hard through the years,
We've shared our pain,
And we have spoken about our fears.
We have shared our strengths and our weaknesses too,
And we have even shed a tear.
Over the years,
Of sorting out our feelings,
You never stopped loving me,
Not for any reason.
Instead Mum,
You told me there was hope.
All your encouragement, love and support,
Was enough to help us cope.
You offered me the truth,
Which would have been difficult for a mother,
So now that we can relax,
Have fun and enjoy each other.
Mum,
I will never be able to imagine,
How hard it was for you.
To know you had a child 'out there' - 'somewhere',
You couldn't be told with who.
The choices that you made,
Must of changed your life.
To be so young and alone,
To be making life's biggest sacrifice.
And no Mum,
It hasn't been an easy road,
But I definitely don't have one regret.
Even though I had pressure from others,
Mum - you were too hard to forget.
So I hope that you're excited,
As we watch our future unfold.
In the meantime if life gets too hard,
We have each other we can hold.
So Mum,
On this very significant 'Mother's Day',
You know you mean the world to me.
That I feel I must be
the luckiest of all 'Adoptees'.
I am proud to be your daughter,
We'll be best friends til the end.
Because you're unique and there is no other,
Like you Christine, my loving Mother.
With love,
Colleen
from now to first moment with mom
came into life athough closer to death at this time
full of wrinkles, age and experience.
poems of a lifetime scattered all over the earth.
a few thoughts of the doorway of death,
beginning it all this time
and birth a long way off and unimportant.
(does this sound familiar?)
an ocean of lovers eyes tiding, waving,
breakers into beaches of words that disappear
back to where they came from.
everything already written
becoming lost to where it was found.
poems disappearing as youngness creeps up slowly.
poems becoming unwritten as they come
and kick you out of your old fogies home
because you're becoming too young.
they give you a gold watch and send you back to work
and those poems keep disappearing into thin air.
thirty years of toil pass as poems go pfffffffft.
cease to exist. the job ends when they hire you.
countless poems disappearing into thin air.
the years of, "I THINK I'M COMING DOWN!"
mountains of illegal substances appear like magic.
years of high altitude and insanity on the brink
pass like a merry-go-round as you get higher and higher
on less and less, and those poems, those poems!
pfffffffffffffft, pffffffffffffft, pffffffffffffft,
faster and faster!
more drugs, more alcohol, more parties, more eyes pleading
for intimacy that hasn't already been
and will never be. disappearing to where they came from.
stacks and stacks of poems and song lyrics disappear.
the years fly backwards and
you're graduating from high school.
this backwards stuff is accelerating
just like the other.
the poems keep disappearing.
pfffft, pfffft, pffffft.
before you know it you're starting high school,
finishing grade school and beginning first grade.
that freaking nun with the ruler is teaching your knuckles.
you haven't even begun to write at this point.
You play.
there are no responsibilities.
poetry is everything and everybody.
that silver spoon that mom weilds is an airplane.
then, we're a tiny baby and
we go back into the womb
to spend our last nine months floating in the dark...
in a dream, that first day at sunrise she's there.
she's at a picnic like she's done that forever.
her museness hangs as free and loose as her hair.
without seeing it, we know her face is full of first light.
then, as mama steals a moment in a quick tryst,
THE ORGASM BEGINS IT ALL.
thanks mama.
My Mother's Daughter
I grew up in the shadow
of my mother's self-confidence,
towered over by her
fearless demands
to command and nurture,
Overwhelmed and fearful of her
seemingly solid convictions and dark beauty.
I grew up in the shadow
of my mother's insecurities,
her need for me to be
the perfect image of herself
that she would never see
in me or in any mirror
because it is a reflection
that does not exist.
I grew up in the warmth
of my mother's love.
I fought this
trying to smash that mirror
out of my own great fear
that one day
I would be
just like her.
I grew up to find
I am my mother's daughter,
not her disappointment,
nor her cause to grieve.
Her weaknesses and aching needs
are something I embrace
as I grow to find
many of her alleged flaws
are evolving into my
inherited strengths.
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