Unredeemed
Vickie
Vickie
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2020 4:00am
2nd Jan 2020 4:00am
I dont understand
If I understood love, it would feel like her little hand in mine, on the lazy days of summer;
It would look like the stardust green of his eyes every time the light catches them at just the right angle;
it would smell like her hair after playing in hay and fire pits on nights filled with golden sunsets;
It would sound like his laughter after he tells a joke only he understands;
And it would taste like the grape he steals from my plate when he thinks I’m not looking.
***
If I understood hurt, it would look like disappointment written across a face...
It would look like the stardust green of his eyes every time the light catches them at just the right angle;
it would smell like her hair after playing in hay and fire pits on nights filled with golden sunsets;
It would sound like his laughter after he tells a joke only he understands;
And it would taste like the grape he steals from my plate when he thinks I’m not looking.
***
If I understood hurt, it would look like disappointment written across a face...
#motherhood
529 reads
4 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
3rd Dec 2019 4:19am
3rd Dec 2019 4:19am
Nuevo Laredo
Nuevo Laredo
An emaciated woman in a Mexican daze
Carries a baby in arms still strong
Enough to bear this child she loves
My Spanish doesn’t cover her “Leche, leche”
But Marsha puts into English
This lady’s plea for milk for her infant
My beloved parts with God’s money
To nourish the hunger which knows no end
Marsha transfigures into an angel of mercy
With smile beaming
As though there is a deity above
And she, his emissary on earth
She kisses mother and child
Haloed in the holy trinity
Of Marsha for whom all...
An emaciated woman in a Mexican daze
Carries a baby in arms still strong
Enough to bear this child she loves
My Spanish doesn’t cover her “Leche, leche”
But Marsha puts into English
This lady’s plea for milk for her infant
My beloved parts with God’s money
To nourish the hunger which knows no end
Marsha transfigures into an angel of mercy
With smile beaming
As though there is a deity above
And she, his emissary on earth
She kisses mother and child
Haloed in the holy trinity
Of Marsha for whom all...
#love
#kindness
#wife
#motherhood
#poverty
462 reads
9 Comments
Heaven_sent_Kathy
Poem Published
20th Nov 2019 8:38am
20th Nov 2019 8:38am
Persimmons
How long had it been?
No matter, as she grew,
she dreamt of children.
Even as an only child
born of an only child;
where she was in life,
she wanted girls.
Not just one - to raise as
an only child and still be
alone in one’s mortality.
It was a time of war
when first conceived.
The streets were grey
and rubble-filled
in stillborn drifts of snow.
She had conceived
during a time of war;
she knew she’d have a girl,
when prayers would echo
from ruins of rooftops, ...
No matter, as she grew,
she dreamt of children.
Even as an only child
born of an only child;
where she was in life,
she wanted girls.
Not just one - to raise as
an only child and still be
alone in one’s mortality.
It was a time of war
when first conceived.
The streets were grey
and rubble-filled
in stillborn drifts of snow.
She had conceived
during a time of war;
she knew she’d have a girl,
when prayers would echo
from ruins of rooftops, ...
#birth
#motherhood
#war
#God
#daughter
1225 reads
13 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
19th Nov 2019 00:03am
19th Nov 2019 00:03am
Reining in the Wild Appaloosa
Reining in the Wild Appaloosa
John is an old soul who makes eighteen Sol circles only to become a vegan just like his Mom. He drinks her carrot juice by the gallon. He asks her, “Mom if I drink too much carrot juice will I turn orange? And if I mix it with beet juice will I get purple and orange stripes?”
She tells him, “No sweetie. But your eyes will work better, so you can see to wipe the last smudge of carob cookies off your mouth so you can tell Mom the cat ate them.”
“But Mom, if we are what we eat then that makes me a vegetable.”
“No...
John is an old soul who makes eighteen Sol circles only to become a vegan just like his Mom. He drinks her carrot juice by the gallon. He asks her, “Mom if I drink too much carrot juice will I turn orange? And if I mix it with beet juice will I get purple and orange stripes?”
She tells him, “No sweetie. But your eyes will work better, so you can see to wipe the last smudge of carob cookies off your mouth so you can tell Mom the cat ate them.”
“But Mom, if we are what we eat then that makes me a vegetable.”
“No...
#mother
#son
#motherhood
#dialogue
#sexy
564 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
14th Nov 2019 4:56am
14th Nov 2019 4:56am
Mother Unshames Son
Mother Unshames Son
“Johnny, I’m concerned
about your sleep patterns
I hear your bed creaking like a trampoline
In need of grease at three in the morning
This isn’t a normal mother and son discussion
But your father left us in the lurch
Hence it is in incumbent upon me to tell you
Stop muh muhing your mosher at midnight.”
“What are you talking about Mom?”
“Do I have to spell it out for you?
You know exactly what I’m talking about. ...
“Johnny, I’m concerned
about your sleep patterns
I hear your bed creaking like a trampoline
In need of grease at three in the morning
This isn’t a normal mother and son discussion
But your father left us in the lurch
Hence it is in incumbent upon me to tell you
Stop muh muhing your mosher at midnight.”
“What are you talking about Mom?”
“Do I have to spell it out for you?
You know exactly what I’m talking about. ...
#motherhood
#dialogue
#son
#love
#sexy
420 reads
2 Comments
EdibleWords
Poem Published
10th Nov 2019 6:11pm
10th Nov 2019 6:11pm
Overinvested
One spends themselves into their children
but at what expense?
At what point is investment
chasing after bad value?
Burning questions set my mind to flames.
Optimism has a dark side.
Always speaking through shut doors,
as though the truth
would keep hearts open.
Is it a sin to never assume the worst?
Yet a worse thing than I ever suspected
befell us.
Pray we're never found
beneath old floorboards.
Some things on our
horizon a mystery so black
So fearsome
we...
but at what expense?
At what point is investment
chasing after bad value?
Burning questions set my mind to flames.
Optimism has a dark side.
Always speaking through shut doors,
as though the truth
would keep hearts open.
Is it a sin to never assume the worst?
Yet a worse thing than I ever suspected
befell us.
Pray we're never found
beneath old floorboards.
Some things on our
horizon a mystery so black
So fearsome
we...
#motherhood
#fatherhood
395 reads
2 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
29th Jul 2019 10:36am
29th Jul 2019 10:36am
Sunday forenoon
Sunday Forenoon
She is listening to the Catholic mass
On TV and I’m banned from the living room
She takes her religion serious
And will be spared of any sarcastic remarks
About how the Padres are dressed and me
Wondering aloud if they believe what
They say.
We are going out for lunch, the sermon has
Made her hungry and we will have chicken
Killed in Jesus’s name, fried to perfection.
Me! I prefer Portuguese bacalao burgers
Fried to perfection, with a salad and later
drive along the promenade people watching.
She is listening to the Catholic mass
On TV and I’m banned from the living room
She takes her religion serious
And will be spared of any sarcastic remarks
About how the Padres are dressed and me
Wondering aloud if they believe what
They say.
We are going out for lunch, the sermon has
Made her hungry and we will have chicken
Killed in Jesus’s name, fried to perfection.
Me! I prefer Portuguese bacalao burgers
Fried to perfection, with a salad and later
drive along the promenade people watching.
#brother
#motherhood
#memories #responsibility
#memories #responsibility
361 reads
1 Comment
goldenmyst
Poem Published
16th Jul 2019 4:40am
16th Jul 2019 4:40am
Catnip and Mistletoe
Catnip and Mistletoe
I meet Shari in a bar in the warehouse district of New Orleans. Her bare midriff is illustrated with henna and her black lipstick completes her Goth look. The Stygian hue of her lips entices me to follow her even into Hades. She says, “Are you looking for a companion at the raves or a feathery woman to tickle you at night. I can do rough or soft, you pick.”
I reply, “There is a zip to those nose rings which is undeniable. Given half a chance you could have my hair dyed purple and a ring to rub my zipper from behind.” ...
I meet Shari in a bar in the warehouse district of New Orleans. Her bare midriff is illustrated with henna and her black lipstick completes her Goth look. The Stygian hue of her lips entices me to follow her even into Hades. She says, “Are you looking for a companion at the raves or a feathery woman to tickle you at night. I can do rough or soft, you pick.”
I reply, “There is a zip to those nose rings which is undeniable. Given half a chance you could have my hair dyed purple and a ring to rub my zipper from behind.” ...
#women
#motherhood
#gothic #vampires
#gothic #vampires
547 reads
2 Comments
Countrygirl96
Poem Published
13th Jul 2019 7:09am
13th Jul 2019 7:09am
My Child's Eyes
In My Child's Eyes I am his hero and I am his Favorite
He doesn't see the bags under my eyes
He doesn't understand why I'm working to jobs
He doesn't understand that I work my ass off for him and his daddy
In My Child's Eyes I am superwoman and I am beautiful
He crys when I go and squeals when I come home to him
He gives me a hug and a kiss every morning and every night
Even some kisses and hugs in between
He waits for me to read his bedtime story and snuggles against my chest
In My Child's Eyes I am the keeper of Cheerios and...
He doesn't see the bags under my eyes
He doesn't understand why I'm working to jobs
He doesn't understand that I work my ass off for him and his daddy
In My Child's Eyes I am superwoman and I am beautiful
He crys when I go and squeals when I come home to him
He gives me a hug and a kiss every morning and every night
Even some kisses and hugs in between
He waits for me to read his bedtime story and snuggles against my chest
In My Child's Eyes I am the keeper of Cheerios and...
#children
#motherhood
#ILoveYou
553 reads
4 Comments
Kingvirky
Poem Published
11th May 2019 3:03pm
11th May 2019 3:03pm
Mother of Mothers
Reminiscing of the yonder years,
When your breasts were all I cared for.
Carrying me on your back,
Our bond was beyond the umbilical cord.
Motherly instinct always to the rescue,
When I frolic into danger...
Watchful eyes when I snore deep,
"Were you really human?!"
I would later think.
Endless energy, amazing.
Spanking mischief from my childish heart,
eyes so stern and yet so sweet.
On one hand firm, the other weak,
Even mothers knew whom to seek,
When their litters were up to mischief.
Firm and meek,
Strict and...
When your breasts were all I cared for.
Carrying me on your back,
Our bond was beyond the umbilical cord.
Motherly instinct always to the rescue,
When I frolic into danger...
Watchful eyes when I snore deep,
"Were you really human?!"
I would later think.
Endless energy, amazing.
Spanking mischief from my childish heart,
eyes so stern and yet so sweet.
On one hand firm, the other weak,
Even mothers knew whom to seek,
When their litters were up to mischief.
Firm and meek,
Strict and...
#mother
#motherhood
#gratitude
#respect
#responsibility
422 reads
2 Comments
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
19th Apr 2019 3:59pm
19th Apr 2019 3:59pm
Fashionista! #10: Black Market
( The Blessed Event? )
Hello, my darlings. Fashionista here!
A-tooling ‘round the town to make a score.
To be selective, anyone who’s near,
A jungle at the Park, I come for more!
There’s tasty vittles; morning, noon & night,
I shape-shift to the tiger as I walk.
The sounds & smells that whet my appetite,
I go into my crouch, begin to stalk.
But lately I hear ticking from the clock,
That has the mother in me contemplate;
To raise a family, so I’m taking stock
To buy...
Hello, my darlings. Fashionista here!
A-tooling ‘round the town to make a score.
To be selective, anyone who’s near,
A jungle at the Park, I come for more!
There’s tasty vittles; morning, noon & night,
I shape-shift to the tiger as I walk.
The sounds & smells that whet my appetite,
I go into my crouch, begin to stalk.
But lately I hear ticking from the clock,
That has the mother in me contemplate;
To raise a family, so I’m taking stock
To buy...
#motherhood
#daughter
#NaPoWriMo2019 #city
#NaPoWriMo2019 #city
468 reads
4 Comments
Selosa67
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2019 6:56am
3rd Apr 2019 6:56am
Mother
When dad decided to leave with another.
You worked and scraped to provide for me, my sisters and brother.
Your need to be free and wanting to flee.
Left us at home and often alone.
I know you did your best without rest.
Leaving us to pick up the mess.
As time put us through the test.
I always felt overwhelmed, mad and sad.
Never feeling that love from a mom or a dad.
I've grown up now and often think back.
All the basics we never lacked.
We always had a home, fed and dressed.
Just wanted to thank you for being the...
You worked and scraped to provide for me, my sisters and brother.
Your need to be free and wanting to flee.
Left us at home and often alone.
I know you did your best without rest.
Leaving us to pick up the mess.
As time put us through the test.
I always felt overwhelmed, mad and sad.
Never feeling that love from a mom or a dad.
I've grown up now and often think back.
All the basics we never lacked.
We always had a home, fed and dressed.
Just wanted to thank you for being the...
#mother
#motherhood
#childhood
#separation
#responsibility
536 reads
5 Comments
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