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
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
10th Nov 2019 1:44pm
10th Nov 2019 1:44pm
The Ways of a Black Heart
( prose poetry )
Why have you cowered for so long? Leniency reigned through his tender years, it’s all he’s ever known, you can’t blame him.
Yet now you call upon an army, to bring reason down to bear, and also raise up, to wake up! But it’s not meant to happen that way and that’s why it never does. A half-hearted intervention.
You and his father think that outsiders alone will and should pick up your mess? To lay down the law to a boy who you’ve instilled in him a sense of privilege - of entitlement?
Who does that and still tells...
Why have you cowered for so long? Leniency reigned through his tender years, it’s all he’s ever known, you can’t blame him.
Yet now you call upon an army, to bring reason down to bear, and also raise up, to wake up! But it’s not meant to happen that way and that’s why it never does. A half-hearted intervention.
You and his father think that outsiders alone will and should pick up your mess? To lay down the law to a boy who you’ve instilled in him a sense of privilege - of entitlement?
Who does that and still tells...
#mother
#secrets
#betrayal
#abuse
#son
704 reads
7 Comments
CasketSharpe
Poem Published
21st Jul 2019 8:05pm
21st Jul 2019 8:05pm
Mama Please
#dark
#mother
#son
550 reads
11 Comments
shannonJane
Poem Published
28th Nov 2018 11:18pm
28th Nov 2018 11:18pm
The things I love the most - To my son Phoenix
When you float to your pillow from my arms, like a feather so peaceful, so delicate.
The warmth in your face as your turn over in your dream state, such wonder.
My boy how you Concur and learn,
Your smile and pride take me by surprise.
So proud of who you are, a king loving boy, your hugs, kisses, tugs and more.
The things I love the most.
When your arms fly in the air when you awake, my little Prince let's out a roar mama.
Such excitement in your eyes for the day, what new memories can we make.
Your...
The warmth in your face as your turn over in your dream state, such wonder.
My boy how you Concur and learn,
Your smile and pride take me by surprise.
So proud of who you are, a king loving boy, your hugs, kisses, tugs and more.
The things I love the most.
When your arms fly in the air when you awake, my little Prince let's out a roar mama.
Such excitement in your eyes for the day, what new memories can we make.
Your...
#birth
#son
423 reads
1 Comment
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
25th Nov 2018 11:06am
25th Nov 2018 11:06am
My Terminal LunchBox
up'ly
down'ly
wrongly rightly,
" i t "
all comes to a finite
con'clusion, (as in) an end.
We i'magine
some-thing else. The Eternal.
The Everlasting.
The Infinite.........
And we i'magine
we are this interminalness.
...
down'ly
wrongly rightly,
" i t "
all comes to a finite
con'clusion, (as in) an end.
We i'magine
some-thing else. The Eternal.
The Everlasting.
The Infinite.........
And we i'magine
we are this interminalness.
...
#father
#death
#night
#daughter
#son
521 reads
3 Comments
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
953 reads
0 Comments
george4man2box
Poem Published
29th Aug 2018 9:09pm
29th Aug 2018 9:09pm
Dialect Tickle Matt Arial Hiz im
Courtesy of Marx (albeit Zeppo,
Harpo, Groucho, and Chico), whose
acts (along Seuss iz Zacks Fifth
Avenue) brought generations of
laughter to Vaudeville, and then
the Silver Screen adlibbed, linkedin,
and ransacked skits zoid material
Bing very loosely based on his best
known writings (Oh Pee Yet Of The
Masses) by Karl Marx (no relation
to Bros Grin), and Friedrich Engels
whar they whiz instrumental qua
Cingular Capitalone political philosophy
paradigm as spit, and (shoe) shining,
seducing, and...
Harpo, Groucho, and Chico), whose
acts (along Seuss iz Zacks Fifth
Avenue) brought generations of
laughter to Vaudeville, and then
the Silver Screen adlibbed, linkedin,
and ransacked skits zoid material
Bing very loosely based on his best
known writings (Oh Pee Yet Of The
Masses) by Karl Marx (no relation
to Bros Grin), and Friedrich Engels
whar they whiz instrumental qua
Cingular Capitalone political philosophy
paradigm as spit, and (shoe) shining,
seducing, and...
#father
#men
#humankind
#admiration
#son
353 reads
0 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
27th Aug 2018 6:05am
27th Aug 2018 6:05am
Love Finds a Way
Love Finds a Way
When Valerie and I became smitten with each other, we were sitting at the school cafeteria table. I was eating the soy burgers she always called paste.
She said, “Are you a vegetarian?”
I said, ‘Yea’”
Valerie’s follow up floored me. “You know, soy impairs a man’s yang functioning thereby decreasing his sperm count and making him unable to give a girl a baby.”
“Is this typical high school lunchroom chat?”
Valerie replied, “We’re both eighteen and adults. I can tell you if I were your wife I wouldn’t fix those funky veggie...
When Valerie and I became smitten with each other, we were sitting at the school cafeteria table. I was eating the soy burgers she always called paste.
She said, “Are you a vegetarian?”
I said, ‘Yea’”
Valerie’s follow up floored me. “You know, soy impairs a man’s yang functioning thereby decreasing his sperm count and making him unable to give a girl a baby.”
“Is this typical high school lunchroom chat?”
Valerie replied, “We’re both eighteen and adults. I can tell you if I were your wife I wouldn’t fix those funky veggie...
#love
#father
#romantic
#racism
#son
1011 reads
4 Comments
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
20th Jul 2018 3:16pm
20th Jul 2018 3:16pm
Three Letters
One• ( Satan )
I write this to you, a cathartic exercise
In life, and what I hope to learn in its attempt.
I write this, though I don’t know why, perhaps you do.
I’ve never believed you were the beast people say,
That the church preaches, and the Bible teaches us.
But the way to explain what goes on in the Mind,
Where everything resides when we’re born, as we live
And then, always too soon, though some are blessed
- we die.
•Two• ( Dad )
...
I write this to you, a cathartic exercise
In life, and what I hope to learn in its attempt.
I write this, though I don’t know why, perhaps you do.
I’ve never believed you were the beast people say,
That the church preaches, and the Bible teaches us.
But the way to explain what goes on in the Mind,
Where everything resides when we’re born, as we live
And then, always too soon, though some are blessed
- we die.
•Two• ( Dad )
...
#death
#God
#devil
#spiritual
#son
920 reads
10 Comments
Danger_Dale
Poem Published
15th Feb 2017 7:57pm
15th Feb 2017 7:57pm
Motherless
They say there's power in words
They say the truth will set you free
But how do I sleep when my whole family lied to me?
How do I mend the things I never knew were broken?
When my mother went she left the front door wide open
How do I begin to say that I found myself in pieces
The feeling of being lost grips me as quickly as it releases
It breaks my heart to understand I'll never know my mother
There are things only a son can hear from a mom and not another
I can't begin to mend myself before I know what's gone
It feels...
They say the truth will set you free
But how do I sleep when my whole family lied to me?
How do I mend the things I never knew were broken?
When my mother went she left the front door wide open
How do I begin to say that I found myself in pieces
The feeling of being lost grips me as quickly as it releases
It breaks my heart to understand I'll never know my mother
There are things only a son can hear from a mom and not another
I can't begin to mend myself before I know what's gone
It feels...
#mother
#memories
#separation
#son
#betrayal
721 reads
0 Comments
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
3rd Jun 2016 11:34am
3rd Jun 2016 11:34am
Joey
It never was 'cause mommy didn't want you
That she couldn't have babies like others do.
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,
Nuzzling your tousled dark wisps of brown hair,
And sensing the grasping of your wee pink hands,
As you show me how I guide you to my breast,
And smiling, as I thrill at your awkward try.
I still feel the faint phantom presence...
#family
#stars
#God
#son
#angels
1106 reads
19 Comments
DU Poetry : Long Poems for and About Sons
