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message 1: by Ryan (new)

Ryan | 5334 comments You have until May the 1st to post a poem, and May 2-4 we’ll vote for which one we thought was best.

Please post directly into the topic and not a link. Please don’t use a poem previously used in this group.

Your poem can be any length.

With Mothers' Day fast approaching, I thought this topic might help us pause and reflect on the role each of our mothers have played in our lives to date. Who knows, your poem may even form part of your gift. This week’s topic is: Mother

The rules are pretty loose. You could write a poem about anything that has to do with the subject but it must relate to the topic somehow.

Have fun!

This will be my last post as a mod. Thank you all for having me :)


message 2: by Julie (new)

Julie Grenness | 137 comments From Julie:

My Mother-in-Law is Poisoning Me!

I think my mother-in-law
Is poisoning me.
The electric range is smelling strange.
She tests the smoke detector
by cooking every day.
Now the entire kitchen is
Acting deranged.
Semolina at 3:30
Mercury says it's 120 degrees.
Nausea and stomach cramps
Are rising in me.
Red-sauced tripe is afflicting me!
Outside it's now 43 Celsius degrees,
Now bulimia is what I see,
I have to stay for tea.
My mother-in-law is poisoning me!!!!!!


(Lots to be said for D I V O R C E !!!!)


message 3: by Marie (new)

Marie (naturechild02) | 660 comments Julie wrote: "From Julie:

My Mother-in-Law is Poisoning Me!

I think my mother-in-law
Is poisoning me.
The electric range is smelling strange.
She tests the smoke detector
by cooking every day.
Now the entire ..."


Haha, I laughed when I read this one! Very clever and alarming, actually. I truly hope it's all in her head!


message 4: by Marie (new)

Marie (naturechild02) | 660 comments Mother’s Lesson Unlearned

She screams in her fury
And rips trees up from the root
Buildings tumble and fall
Her tears pound the earth
Dirt becomes mud
Landslides ensue
She stomps her feet
The entire world shakes
All hell has broken loose
Mother is angry
She shows us her power
And we are awed
For a moment
But when she is spent we laugh
And the stone throwing begins anew
We need her
And she loves us
But we children haven’t learned
She must begin the lesson anew
Her rage mounting again
Will we ever learn?


message 5: by Edward (last edited Apr 25, 2015 12:32PM) (new)

Edward Davies | 1727 comments Title : A Mother Is…
Author : Edward Davies

A mother is a person who
Quite often tells us what to do
She teaches us how to behave
And to our instincts not be slave

A mother is a person who
Quite often gives her point of view
On what choices in life to make
And how to avoid a mistake

A mother is a person who
From birth the lucky always knew
She shares her love and shares her life
And helps us with our daily strife

A mother is a person who
Will always help you see things through
No matter what in life you do
A mother will be there for you


message 6: by [deleted user] (new)

Here is my poetry submission for the topic: Mother Feedback is ALWAYS welcome!

(I wrote this about 15 years ago right after my husband and I married. My step-son was 12 at the time. He is now 27 and has two children of his own.)


My Step-Son

I'd never been a "step" before,
Not in all my long life,
Until the day I married your Dad
And became his lovely wife.

Could I care for this rambunctious child
Who was not my very own?
After all, he had another family
And was practically half-grown.

Rough and tumble football games,
Pepperoni pizza and The WWF,
Totally blaring rap music,
Sometimes I think I'm going deaf!

But, he also has a soft side
And is really very smart,
With his giggles and big bear hugs
He surely "stepped" into my heart.


message 7: by Marie (new)

Marie (naturechild02) | 660 comments Edward wrote: "Title : A Mother Is…
Author : Edward Davies

A mother is a person who
Quite often tells us what to do
She teaches us how to behave
And to our instincts not be slave

A mother is a person who
Quite ..."



Great rhyming scheme! I enjoyed this one.


message 8: by [deleted user] (new)

Julie - Funny! But, yes, it can sometimes feel like that! I have an ex-mother-in-law who (thankfully) I never have to see anymore. I have been remarried for 15 years and my mother-in-law passed away a couple of years ago. She was quite cantankerous but I never feared she would poison me! Haha!


message 9: by [deleted user] (new)

Marie - I remember some of those days with my Mom when I was a child but they were few and far between (even with six children!) It was pretty much my Mom telling my Dad what all six of us had done - or not done - during the day after he returned home from work. HE was the one you had to watch out for! Haha! Believe me, they have both mellowed in their older years! Good job!


message 10: by [deleted user] (new)

Edward - Very nice tribute! I enjoyed it!


message 11: by Marie (new)

Marie (naturechild02) | 660 comments Melissa wrote: "Marie - I remember some of those days with my Mom when I was a child but they were few and far between (even with six children!) It was pretty much my Mom telling my Dad what all six of us had don..."


Are you referring to my poem or yours? Mine was actually about Mother Nature. ;)


message 12: by [deleted user] (new)

Marie - Oh my goodness! I am so sorry! I just did not catch that! I just assumed it was about a mother who was tired and cranky and spewing her wrath and anger out after a particularly hard day! I didn't realize it was about Mother Nature! Please forgive me! But, I guess that is the sign of a good writer. Your readers can perceive what they think from a wonderful piece of writing and it can have many meanings!


message 13: by Marie (new)

Marie (naturechild02) | 660 comments Haha, it's okay. That's why she's called "Mother" Nature: fear her wrath, bask in her love!


message 14: by [deleted user] (new)

So true!


message 15: by Wordaholic (new)

Wordaholic (wordaholicme) For Her, With Love



Being human is hard
harder is being Mother
no rules and facts apply
no data uniquely fitting
alone to try and try again
what fits my child, I only know

peek in the well of past memories
makes me smile and dually worry
Then, things, larger than life
are memories to laugh

Coming of a neighbouring aunt
blindly Hailing daughters we know
fair angles epitome of perfection
and us!!!
Fear of what to come
And trust in our mother's reaction
Like fortune-tellers, we
Can sniff the danger in the air and
All of us spread and run for covers
Like sorcerers can see, we
All the the thunders fury bolts
Leaping through silent eyes
smiling lips while busy mind
When respected guest went back their home
All our fears come to life
All our love and care forgotten
All our hard work wither to dust
Rumble and rumble and thunder and rain
A stifling laughter and then
Suddenly dying voices regain
Their grandeur on carelessly escaped criminal


I had to show, Now
Expected gratitude and again
I want to turn the time and
tell her thanks on every step
On feeding me to health again
On scolding me when I was wrong
And on what, I felt
Like, what the hell
And now I thank
When they point out errors in me
I want to shower her with lots of care
Like now I care and they don't care
What is use of thinking now
And feel remorse with every day
I wish I could remained mute
When she would nag and nag again
And could feel the love behind.

My Mother is the Man of the house
fighting all the fears alone
standing everywhere with us
A friendly angelic being, she is
My fighting companion more than friends
Our pride, our hope, Our Everything
A Mother through and through, She is.....


message 16: by Connie (new)

Connie D. | 656 comments JULIE- I enjoyed your sense of humor. I particularly like how you rhymed D I V O R C E at the end.

MARIE- I love that you did a tribute to Mother Nature! I really loved the lines "She screams her fury" and "her tears pound the earth".

EDWARD-How nice that you did a tribute to all mothers. If I can't manage a poem this week I'll feel you got me covered!

ROBYN-I love your poem. So rarely does anyone treat Mary as though she were a real human being. I like that you tried to get into her head and share what she might have been thinking.

MELISSA-What a sweet and loving poem to have written about (and for?) your step-son.

AL-Your mom will love this. It's so genuine.


message 17: by Connie (last edited Apr 28, 2015 10:06AM) (new)

Connie D. | 656 comments More Than Meets the Eye

A somber little girl with cropped blonde hair wearing a simple white dress.
A smiling gapped toothed teen in overalls with her hair pulled back.
A beautiful young woman, smiling shyly with closed lips, just before she graduates.
A dutiful daughter with a basket, helping her mother gather garden vegetables.
A young woman with red lip stick forming and O of surprise.
A new mother locking eyes with the blanketed babe she cradles.
A happy wife dressed up in high heels dancing with her handsome husband.
A proud gardener standing in front of a bed of Spring flowers.
A determined force in shorts and a t-shirt struggling to dig a huge pond with a shovel.
An old lady wearing rabbit ears and bunny teeth riding an adult sized tricycle.
A terminally ill elderly woman cradling the last great grandchild she'll ever meet.
Over the years I’d looked at all of these pictures, and many more, wondering who she was.
But something invisible was stopping me, and her death somehow removed it.
Now, they are photographs of a person named Violet, whom I called Mom.

Connie D. (feedback welcome)


message 18: by Marie (new)

Marie (naturechild02) | 660 comments Connie wrote: "JULIE- I enjoyed your sense of humor. I particularly like how you rhymed D I V O R C E at the end.

MARIE- I love that you did a tribute to Mother Nature! I really loved the lines "She screams her ..."



Thanks Connie!


message 19: by Edward (last edited Apr 28, 2015 10:59PM) (new)

Edward Davies | 1727 comments I hate to steal his thunder, but Ryan is a finalist in the May Poetry Newsletter competition. This really seems to be his year:-

See The Poems

Vote For Ryan


message 20: by Jim (new)

Jim Agustin (jim_pascual_agustin) | 625 comments Edward wrote: "I hate to steal his thunder, but Ryan is a finalist in the May Poetry Newsletter competition. This really seems to be his year:-

See The Poems

Vote For Ryan"


INDEED!!!!


message 21: by Jim (new)

Jim Agustin (jim_pascual_agustin) | 625 comments well, not a new one, but here goes... also open for critique and all sorts of comments/feedback, including rotten tomatoes.

-o-

Girl of Four, a Scarf, a Dog


The last time her mother saw her
laughing was with the dog, running
in circles in the driveway.
Long pink scarf trailing, nearly
touching the wrought-iron gate
with diamond spikes.

Then the silence of the dog
in the kitchen. The right shoe
three paces from the left
in a corner of the garden.

Blue skin. Pink wool
pulled, tattered,
wet with drool.


message 22: by Billie Jo (new)

Billie Jo (jojolov333) | 232 comments I don't remember if I posted this one or not a long time ago but I wrote it in 2012. Feedback welcome.

*Searching Faces*

Searching the crowd to find your face.
Running around, hiding.
Chased.
Struck anew by the way you disappeared.
Filling my bones with betrayal.
Fear.
No way to be sure if you're far or near.
No point in hiding the fact that I'm lost.
Stuck.
Behind a tall tall woman.
Do I know her face? No. Losing all
Luck.
Thought it was you, til she turned around.
Again I find myself stuck.
In a crowd.
I see your frantic face
On the other side of the room.
Lost of all hope.
Terrified.
Doomed.
Trying to find my way out
Of the crowd
To you.
Eyes filled with tears.
You see my face
You need to get to me so you
Race.
Against time I know you will fly.
To get to me you fight.
Try.
You reach my side in a matter of time.
Hugging me close. We clutch
And cry.
In your arms always I'm calm.
That's one of many reasons
I'll always love you,
Mom.


message 23: by Marie (new)

Marie (naturechild02) | 660 comments Billie Jo wrote: "I don't remember if I posted this one or not a long time ago but I wrote it in 2012. Feedback welcome.

*Searching Faces*

Searching the crowd to find your face.
Running around, hiding.
Chased.
Str..."



Nice rhyme scheme! Enjoyable poem, good job!


message 24: by Guy (new)

Guy (egajd) | 11105 comments Stubbornness
        by Guy Duperreault (FB&C okay).


I left home thirty-six years before you died.
You waited for me to come home,
    broken and
         defeated
by the world that you had terrorized me with.
You waited too long.

I learned, on my own,
     to walk tall into the bearable darkness
         that,
to my surprise,
has become
     an unbearable
          lightness.


message 25: by Connie (last edited May 02, 2015 06:07AM) (new)

Connie D. | 656 comments GUY, I really love this. What a beautiful truth.


message 26: by Joci (last edited May 01, 2015 02:14AM) (new)

Joci (kdemiweall) | 434 comments The secrets of an unborn child


Heavens knows the secrets of an unborn child
Heavens knows the secrets of a barren mother
Heavens knows the thunder in the heart of a mother
Who wasn’t born to be…
Heavens knows all secrets…
Of a child who adopts a mother as she adopts her
Heavens knows… how heavenly it feels
To be loved… to have a home… to have someone whom to call mom
and dad
Heavens knows it all… and forgives the sins
Of the blood that has been carried away…
And has lost its primer sense
Heavens have allowed
To have a soul which through it,
One has got another life, this deep connection
For those who care, who care enough
To adopt an unborn child
As their own

Jocilene Lima, 01/05/2015


message 27: by Ryan (last edited May 27, 2015 03:33AM) (new)

Ryan | 5334 comments Removed for publishing :)


message 28: by [deleted user] (new)

Ryan - Wow! You come up with the best stuff! You make everything seem so easy. Love it!

Jocilene - So sweet and inspiring. I have a sister who gave up a baby girl for adoption many years ago. This made me tear up! Good job!

Guy - This is so terribly sad. Some don't have fond memories of their mothers but you show, in the end, that many can come out strong and able to endure.

Billie Jo - This is sweet and I know many Moms have lost a child at some point or another, in the grocery store, mall, etc. This made me think of my brother. When he was little he wandered over to the toy aisle in the grocery store. After a while, he realized my Mom hadn't come looking for him. He frantically started calling out my Mom's name. "Mary! Mary!" He was about three years old. When my Mom found him, hugged and kissed him she asked, "Why were you saying Mary?" He informed her that he knew if he cried 'Mom" a LOT of Moms would have come running. We laughed and I thought how smart he was for that age!

Jim - Oh my goodness! How haunting! No need to go on about the mother's feelings or emotions. Ending it where you have says it all.

Connie - Sad and sweetness all mixed together. Memories can be detrimental or joyous. I hope you continue to have the latter.

Huma - Very nice tribute to mothers everywhere. As we are younger we don't always understand why our mothers do what they do but as we grow and mature, it all becomes clear. And we are thankful. Nice job!

Al - Nice tribute to your Mom! I think we all have those up and down relationships with our Mom. For a period of 11 years I moved far away from my Mom. We had fought like cats and dogs but the move, oddly enough, made us closer. I have been closer in miles now for about 4 years and although irritations arise (we are just alike!) we are closer than ever!


message 29: by Wordaholic (new)

Wordaholic (wordaholicme) Melissa wrote: Huma - Very nice tribute to mothers everywhere. As we are younger we don't always understand why our mothers do what they do but as we grow and mature, it all becomes clear. And we are thankful. Nice job! ..."

Thank you very much for such heart warming words , Thank you for the compliment :3


message 30: by Ryan (new)

Ryan | 5334 comments Thank you, Melissa :) I'm looking forward to sitting down to read this week's poems and stories.


message 31: by Joci (new)

Joci (kdemiweall) | 434 comments Thank you, Melissa! And I´m sorry to hear the story... Here the reality is quite hard as well, so many young girls giving birth, so many do not care...


message 32: by Connie (new)

Connie D. | 656 comments Billie Jo wrote: "I don't remember if I posted this one or not a long time ago but I wrote it in 2012. Feedback welcome.

*Searching Faces*

Searching the crowd to find your face.
Running around, hiding.
Chased.
Str..."


Brings back a vivid memory of getting lost in the grocery store when I was three. Nicely done.


message 33: by Connie (new)

Connie D. | 656 comments Jim wrote: "well, not a new one, but here goes... also open for critique and all sorts of comments/feedback, including rotten tomatoes.

-o-

Girl of Four, a Scarf, a Dog


The last time her mother saw her
lau..."


I knew it wasn't going to end well because it started with "the last time", but I still got surprised by the end. This really made me see it with just a few words.


message 34: by Trevor (new)

Trevor Ebanks Here is mine, a little late but I just joined, so forgive me.
In Loving Memory of my Mother
Antoinette Enid Ebanks
27.03.1929 – 21.06.2011


Mother’s Hands
There are many memories which I love to recall
But the two things most precious, most precious of all
Are my mother’s hands

Hands that held me as a baby
Feeding at her breast
Hands that rocked me gently
‘Till I took my rest

Her nails were never manicured
Or polished to a sheen
They were often broken
From all the work they’d seen

They were not a model’s hands
On some slick, glossy page
But were spotted and wrinkled
They showed the signs of age

Hands that worked so earnestly
But never asked for much
Should have been hard and calloused
Yet, I remember fondly
The softness of their touch

How could just two hands
Hold so much love
And still have room to care?
How could hands that were often empty
Still have much to share?

Although they were so busy
They’d stop to wipe my tears
Or run across my worried brow
And soothe away my fears



Through a veil of tears I looked down upon them
Clasped upon her breast
For the first and the last time, I beheld them
My mother’s hands at rest

So, Dear Lord, I beg you
When my time is nigh
Do not send your angels down
From their place on high

I do not need them
The way for me to show
Just let Mother take my hand in hers
And I will gladly go


message 35: by Connie (new)

Connie D. | 656 comments Trevor wrote: "Here is mine, a little late but I just joined, so forgive me.
In Loving Memory of my Mother
Antoinette Enid Ebanks
27.03.1929 – 21.06.2011


Mother’s Hands..."

Trevor, This was lovely. Thanks for sharing it even if it was past the deadline. I enjoyed it very much.


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