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Parents Vent

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Poetry Contest

Time to fume about parenthood
Parents so often get the short end of the stick.

Children
Their grandparents
Society
Or just anybody who isn't doing your job!

Dang it! Nobody gets it, do they!?

However many poems you want. Go to town.
You can't beat 'em.
You can't join 'em.
But you can rant your hearts out!
Feel free to collaborate, cause that's how this happened in the first place!
Prose welcome

Most of the time I'm at DU I prolly should be doing something else...
So please don't expect me to personally respond to each poem, but I cheer you all on with my whole heart!

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Jade-Pandora
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Joey🐞

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It never was 'cause mommy didn't want you   †
That she couldn't have babies like others do. † †
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Maybe God thought she needed you more than me † †
Sending back for you before I saw and smelled † †
And able to kiss your sweet face damp with birth, † †
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Nuzzling your tousled dark wisps of brown hair, † †
And sensing the grasping of your wee pink hands, † †  
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As you show me how I guide you to my breast, † †  
And smiling, as I thrill at your awkward try. † †
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I still feel the faint phantom presence of where † †
You grew in the months that we had together. † †
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Joey, you remember how I'd sing to you † †
Everywhere I'd go; to the store, to the park.† †
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And, rocking, I'd read to you my poetry †  
Of stories I'd make up and all just for you,  
And showed you, through my eyes, the littlest things: † †
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The flowers I picked by the curb of our street. †  
One still had a ladybug perched on its stem, † †
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And looking right at me as if to say "Hi!" † †
"It looks like your baby will come in the spring!" † †
Then, lifting its wings she rose up and flew home. † †
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It wasn't too long before that would be true, † †
But fate has a way to throw curveballs at you. † †
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My son was called back to where death is a cloud, † †
And Joey's that star to the right of the moon. † †
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Stunning opening entry, Jade
One big life complaint is
being forced to forget
No one wants to remember
The unforgettable invisible
Stars in our hearts

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Breakfast of Champions

I'm a mother of 9 and counting
I eat guilt for breakfast
but apart from all the accusing voices
One stands out clear

"This is my beloved daughter
In whom I am well pleased"

Of all the shallow guilts I have
Not one is black
Like sin
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Called To Become

I was once told
that I simply ďdidnít get itĒ
as a woman clutching her child
looked at me like something
she stepped in

donít think it effected me
until Motherís Day passed every year
and I began to think about my life,
all the little hands I craved
and could not own.

The first time I lost a baby
I got a leaflet on miscarriage
as I sat in a hospital clutching
my empty spaces

for a while, you still feel pregnant
and as the months pass,
your body remains deflated
as your smile follows suit.

The second time, I saw her
fingernails, feet, hair

the world is never as small
as it is in a sterile ward
watching a shape
that used to be your daughter
slip away behind your eyes.

Not much bothers you after that.

By the time four happens
you become used to the pain,
how it lingers in your guts
seeping its silence into your throat
painting its walls with your blood
in visceral shades of existence.

Women are never as complicated
as when they canít achieve
the very reason they are alive,
and I feel cheatedó
I feel fucking cheated
that my useless body canít fulfil
the one thing itís supposed to do:

I bought a three-bedroom house
and two of them lay empty;
if that ainít a metaphor
I donít know what is.

Sometimes I watch talk shows,
angry young women who complain
about falling on a dick to find
themselves with the one thing I crave
and I canít even contain the rage
that pulses my broken womb

but the worst, the very worst
are mothers who tell me that I
donít know what itís like
to be a parent.

Motherhood is not some weapon
to beat childless women with,
neither is it some societal standard
that those without kids are somehow
failures in a league of eyes.

Ladies and gents,
esteemed members of the jury
chances are Iíll die, but Iíd
rather die trying:

called to become
anything more than here.

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Some mothers fill the sky with their diamonds
Diamonds that hold the world hostage
In their raw, brutal beauty
Way to capture my heart
Thank you, Miss-Sub

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Removed entry
Personally I decided to limit my entries this time
Don't want to win by volume
More removals to come

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How Many

People want to hear a number
How many children do I want
I don't need to tell a number
It's not a number hunt

Children won't overfill the world
They increase capacity
When from my home their wings unfurl
They're raised to reciprocity

My wages make me work
The wages are fair
My children are my wages
A satisfying care
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How Small

How small do I feel
My daughter
Not based on my height
Or the laughter
Of the women to my right

They may fall
But to you I look
Fruit of my all
You I believe in

Resident
Through my door
From heaven
Tear me down with a look

Or build up
If our gifts you recieve
Mean anything
Honor your mother and father
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Little Sponges

The amount they need
To bloom with rich life
Is far less than what
They are willing to take
With watery-eyed gaze
They enchant today
Even though you could let them
Fuss down on the floor
And so in a daze
You commit to so much more
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MY Kitchen

I noticed in the kitchen  
The other day  
How things were rearranged  
Your own way  
 
You didn't bother to ask  
Or imagine  
My preferred task
I've forgiven  
 
But I need you to remember  
My kitchen  
Feels more like
My kitchen  
If I don't have to go on strike  
To get my say in
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Nepotism of Friendship

It's much harder to hear
Than it is to defend
That your own child dear
Is not simply your friend
Friendship nepotism
Is heartache without end
When I was a child
I was ignorant then
The ignorant and wild
Do not make a gentle friend
Teamwork, respect and wit
A visionary grit
A soft shoulder for tears
Grounded minds dampen fears
Kids are easy to love
But as for getting along
Not hand-in-glove
Some are the exception
They know who they are
Obviously gentle children
Who act with great care
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The Lonely Path

Going my way looks like bliss
'cause I have a home in heaven †
With an amazing saint of a husband    
with a whole bunch of little kids †  
One has even grown up †  
Past high school into apartment † †
Fiancť, scholarship and all †  
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But they don't see the siege †  
the stalkers, bigots, assailants † †
cyber bullies, child stealing old perverts †  
and really, so many more †  
all waiting outside our door † †
while some dig in the back way †  
like internet zombies buying confusion †  
in the hopes of stealing someone's brain † †
one more time.... † †
cause someone didn't learn †  
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They don't see the shell shock; †  
Seemingly meaningless isolation of two souls †  
trying to grow in the dark like mushrooms† †
so birds of prey can't steal love †  
from dizzying heights of manipulation † †
All to protect a brood in heaven... †  
one family under seige †  
just past the smoldering entrance of Hell
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Bonzi
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Your smile

You scream and make me want to scream back!
I try so hard to please you, to see how you see.
Iím unable to understand the language you speak,
My frustration is filled to the brink,
And my eyes overfill to create streaks.
When my heart feels like it is about to break
You turn to me with innocent eyes that say,
ďMommy my smile is all you need todayĒ
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SatInUGal
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(re-posted the right way below)

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