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
581 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
445 reads
2 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
25th Oct 2019 2:44pm
25th Oct 2019 2:44pm
MY SISTERS KEEPER
What is it about us when we as adults finally feel that we cant no longer communciate our feelings are no longer love each other, as the hollaring and name calling that seems to be acts of pure selfishness, towards one another as we both are at fault for the way things have turned out in our lives and relationship.
But yet not taking into account how its affecting our girls who hear the hollaring and...
But yet not taking into account how its affecting our girls who hear the hollaring and...
#motherhood
#childhood
#LifeCycle #fatherhood
#LifeCycle #fatherhood
491 reads
8 Comments
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
568 reads
2 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
21st Jun 2019 12:16pm
21st Jun 2019 12:16pm
A STIMULATION OF YOUR THOUGHTS
From my mind I remember how life use to be back in the days but right before my mind eyes life changed with the times for no longer is there true honor and respect no longer is your word your bond as your words no longer hold any weight, for it all has change for the worse for now we have gotten so wrapped up in this computer world that some of us no longer pick up the phone and call and chat with someone which has been replace by texts and emails even when we break up in our relationships for social media has become the new play ground for some adults. ...
#birth
#motherhood
#death
#LifeCycle
#fatherhood
472 reads
2 Comments
SmilingAndSeething
Poem Published
29th May 2019 3:57am
29th May 2019 3:57am
So much
So much to do: work to turn in, appointments to keep
and a veritable mountain of disheslaundrysweeping lurking implacably.
And I want to write.
There is a baby who needs to nurse and coo and test the strength of his fingers
(and why oh why haven't I cut those nails of his, ouch they're sharp).
And I want to write.
There are three older children who are desperate for my attention
and for the love that I, as their mother, am desperate to give.
And I want to write.
There is that report I want to do for work.
There are novels I've...
and a veritable mountain of disheslaundrysweeping lurking implacably.
And I want to write.
There is a baby who needs to nurse and coo and test the strength of his fingers
(and why oh why haven't I cut those nails of his, ouch they're sharp).
And I want to write.
There are three older children who are desperate for my attention
and for the love that I, as their mother, am desperate to give.
And I want to write.
There is that report I want to do for work.
There are novels I've...
#children
#motherhood
#God #LifeAsAWriter
#God #LifeAsAWriter
419 reads
2 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
4th May 2019 10:33am
4th May 2019 10:33am
GROWTH MEANS CHANGE
We all have been there and did that before but yet it took some of us a little longer to wise up and learn the true value of a lesson learned from life for if the actions don't speak louder than there words, pay close attention to there actions for after all actions speaks volumes louder than words can ever say from the mouth, for if an individual isn't willing to take a long hard look at the real person in the mirror of ones own reflection one isn't ready to face thyself.
For life is about making good decisions and bad decisions whether good or...
For life is about making good decisions and bad decisions whether good or...
#motherhood
#death
#fate
#aging
#fatherhood
557 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
486 reads
4 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
17th Feb 2019 1:52am
17th Feb 2019 1:52am
Indian Mound Woman
#motherhood
#marriage
#sex #erotic
#sex #erotic
532 reads
4 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
29th Dec 2018 9:26am
29th Dec 2018 9:26am
the apparatus bird
sinecure alliance, a
diabolic formation
stagnated shaky fronts
more or full of hunched backs
clattering with poached skulls
inner agora peeling midnight rigours
in a gyrating udukkai- a rudrathaandav
haunted poramboke’s unblinking scarecrows
in vigilante-veiled soggy landmine fixations
laze in the pitched pigmented night fabrics
in a blackened festering ooze, a self-deluge
embattling the quirky decembrist cumberlands ...
diabolic formation
stagnated shaky fronts
more or full of hunched backs
clattering with poached skulls
inner agora peeling midnight rigours
in a gyrating udukkai- a rudrathaandav
haunted poramboke’s unblinking scarecrows
in vigilante-veiled soggy landmine fixations
laze in the pitched pigmented night fabrics
in a blackened festering ooze, a self-deluge
embattling the quirky decembrist cumberlands ...
#motherhood
#LifeStruggles
#birds
#night
#dark
713 reads
10 Comments
Nari
Laura Jean
Laura Jean
Poem Published
16th Dec 2018 3:40pm
16th Dec 2018 3:40pm
1st Generation Integration (America) Part 2
We were watching Alex Haley's
“Roots”
And I turned to my Mother
And said
“Mama, they cut off Kunta Kinte’s foot?!”
My mother replied
“Well baby, yea” like she was baking a cake
Jesus in the back of my mind we waiting for the forward but
And your gonna send me to school with who now, the Nuns? hmpf
And your gonna send me to dance class with who now, Russia? hmpf
And your gonna send me to ice skating classes with who now, Italy? hmpf
This was an executive schedule before it was even...
“Roots”
And I turned to my Mother
And said
“Mama, they cut off Kunta Kinte’s foot?!”
My mother replied
“Well baby, yea” like she was baking a cake
Jesus in the back of my mind we waiting for the forward but
And your gonna send me to school with who now, the Nuns? hmpf
And your gonna send me to dance class with who now, Russia? hmpf
And your gonna send me to ice skating classes with who now, Italy? hmpf
This was an executive schedule before it was even...
#motherhood
#childhood
#politics
#America
#historical
467 reads
rasninjacaz
Poem Published
9th Nov 2018 10:46pm
9th Nov 2018 10:46pm
Mother
M - M is for mother. The matriarch, for you are the keeper of our home, our hearts, our joys, and our pains. You have always been there for me in my life through all the losses and gains. I could not imagine a world without you and I am truly blessed to have come from your womb.
To Whom! else does this adoration, respect, and love go to...none other than you mom.
O - Is for optimism because you know no failure. You stand in the face of fear, you flourish in the unknown, and you are the conqueror of your challenges and enemies. You have an air omnipresence to your...
To Whom! else does this adoration, respect, and love go to...none other than you mom.
O - Is for optimism because you know no failure. You stand in the face of fear, you flourish in the unknown, and you are the conqueror of your challenges and enemies. You have an air omnipresence to your...
#mother
#motherhood
#MothersDay #son
#MothersDay #son
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DU Poetry : Long Poems About Motherhood
