Poetry Blogs (2011, mother)
prismatic beings
legs crossed i lay, deep in prayer
as i enter her domicile pyramid prism with a rainbow flash
headspace filled with subsequent intrinsic peace and peachy afterglow, washing out wrath
sifting through the banks of her mind, i produce schisms, and visually metaphysical visions
visualization techniques split at the ream leaving a colorful flurry
scurrying across triangular entropy into ...
Saturday 7th September 2019 6:55 am
Bodies
Mother:
I look at your body with curiosity.
Your curves, hirsute and strange,
fill me with awe.
You undulate where as a child I am firm and flat.
Mother:
same four walls,
waiting for me to anoint your back.
Bent and frail,
spent, wrinkled, deflated,
unsure where once you were deft.
I look at your body with curiosity.
Mine will follow,
always behind.
I shad...
Sunday 25th August 2019 6:18 pm
Mother
You neglected me,
didn’t protect me,
abandoned me,
chose an abusive man
over your children...
I forgive you.
I give you the
unconditional affection
never afforded me,
because I love you
despite everything
and I don’t want
the past having
power over me.
Thursday 16th May 2019 9:35 pm
The Mother To All
She’s a bright star, within the unlit night
Guiding others through, the tough thing, that we call life
Her strength is beyond admirable to all
And even if she should ever fall
She would somehow, pull though
The things, that to others, it would inevitably un-do
Her beauty and grace, isn’t just a way to save face
She's had to fight great wars, every single day
Even wh...
Wednesday 15th May 2019 7:23 pm
My mother appeared to me today
I saw your face today
as I stared in the mirror
It was not before me
but right inside my head
Not me looking at myself
but you holding me in your gaze
The form was clear and true
You were alive to me
Your face filled mine
I became you
for a few moments
felt your mind in mine
the fear of your thoughts
and the power of your emotions
I know not why you
app...
Saturday 20th October 2018 7:11 pm
Dark's Embrace
Symphonies of sorrow
Sapphires in the oceans abyss
Why do I find it so,
Sorrow as a lovely tune
Deep keys accompanied by chimes
Echoing fog dancing about
The ballet of sin and crime
And innocent eyes looking on
The dark’s embrace
A monster of a mother
We weep as we accept
How our joy was slaughtered
Friday 30th March 2018 4:46 pm
My mother, a purist
My mother was a purist
Material aspects did not appeal to her
Life performed in traditional ways
Hair imperfect, unkempt, unkept
Clothes plain, unadorned, undecorated
Ever since I was a child
It seemed that she was happy this way
Appeared
Then there was one night
This one night I couldnt sleep so I searched the house
There she was
My single curious eye peering beyond the doorframe
She st...
Sunday 11th February 2018 6:57 pm
Thanks Mom
Your warmth
permeates my skin
holding my life
within your grace
The beating of your heart
resonates within me
a rhythm of life
that you bestow
Within Your breath
I am breathing
without you
I would never be
So I take from you
what you are giving.
My life,My birth
My destiny
Tuesday 26th September 2017 7:09 am
Words
words
no man should know
or say
words
no child should hear:
parent, pray
to be spared.
as he sat with his sons at home
and struggled to find
words:
he knew
she will never return to us
he knew
she is too ill
In a time when she was strong
for them
as her body weake...
Wednesday 20th September 2017 3:36 pm
.
And I want to be a better man to you mum.. .
But you just don't agree with the things I have done, while I don't agree with having
to be socially accepted I need to conform, but you don't understand.
I live for myself in a flurried world.
Where being myself is such a crime and I can't imagine myself alive, at the thought of cheating my own mind...
It breaks me apart!
...Saturday 2nd September 2017 8:40 pm
am i selfish?
Note: there is some strong language in this. it's not too bad. it's not too excessive, either. one word in here twice, i think. and if you're wondering, yes, the colors mean something. and yes, im genuinely asking a question to you, the reader. and to the person this is about. but i pray he never reads or finds this. anyway, enjoy.
Am I selfish for wanting another hug?
I handed you the...
Sunday 23rd April 2017 4:54 pm
Around the Cirrus and Nimbostratus
Scoliosis – Abnormal lateral curvature of the spine – From the Greek Skolios
The angel used to dance high above
from down here
I gleefully watched her run rings
around the Cirrus and Nimbostratus
through long daylight and short moonlight
only touching the soil with her feet to make sure we were still safe and warm
Watching her stumble was an unnerving sight
the snag of a razor thin wi...
Friday 24th March 2017 11:41 pm
Unknowing
Unknowing
ghost brother
ghost sister
twins
two years before
unable to fight anymore
they gave up their tiny breath
to history
she never spoke of them
in anything but love and memory
of what could have
should have been
never tripping
over regrets
at what came after
me
my brother
our family
they had names for th...
Wednesday 22nd February 2017 5:01 pm
Gave Me Up To Tears
Gave Me Up To Tears
"And all my mother came into mine eyes
And gave me up to tears."
— William Shakespeare, Henry V
The air tastes of mashed potatoes
When she looks into your eyes
And you look back at the fear and hurt
And she says she’s sorry for dragging you here
And you tell her it’s nothing
Even though you were complaining
That very same thing on the drive h...
Sunday 29th January 2017 9:35 pm
He left
He left
He left behind his broken wife and his scared son
He left
He left us cold, all alone with no one
He left
The vows, they meant nothing
The promises, broken
I just wish we meant something
More than just empty words spoken
I cried for days at a time
My young son wiped every tear
Leaving us was a crime
And now, it's been 1 year
An...
Sunday 1st January 2017 11:32 pm
The lady of the night.
There's a lady
who's known as the lady of the night.
On the dot of 9-00 she arrives,
with her fiery lips and fiery hips
dressed in colours that match her eyes.
She totters on heels as high as a hand
and makes her way down the street
to the place that she calls her place of work
where her clients know that she’ll be.
In driving rain she'll be there again
as the drivers stutter on b...
Saturday 23rd April 2016 10:32 pm
The Mother.
The day that she was told that she would die
she did a big shop for the family
and made the kitchen smell of baking bread.
she labled and then ladled into pots
then all went in a freezer fit to burst-
as meals that they could eat when she was gone.
Then, going up into the children’s rooms
she took some time to sit upon each bed
and chancing on a scattered shirt or top
she held them close ...
Saturday 16th April 2016 4:09 pm
Mother's Ramble
The wood shuddered and every eye
listened at the stair behind the wall
The door opened and slowly
a black felt hat followed by a long black coat
a black handbag and two black shoes
emerged turned and quietly closed the door
In her eighties she was still a mountain
crumbling now but not yet turned to dust
Lips quivered her moustache. She smiled
uncertainly at these strangers in her room
n...
Saturday 5th December 2015 10:58 pm
My Baby Boo
Today my heart felt a blow,
By a view so divine.
I let my emotions flow,
Like a 30 year old wine.
There it was in that tiny box,
With pulses of energy shooting through,
That blurry image came across,
Like the inside of a Great Gray Kangaroo.
I felt her hand touching mine,
Held her hand - fingers entwined,
Watching my angel wriggle and shine,
With the life of Us combined.
Seeing y...
Tuesday 17th November 2015 12:31 pm
Morphine
All the faith carried in your soul
all the morphine lightening the load
they play a strange sad game
they lie in bleak dark ways
I listened to the doctor speak
while you read some ancient tome
and, yes, you know your body well
but pain isn’t the cause
This belief takes its small toll
the colour and the hope both drain away
defeatedly you feel you’re fading
But you’re not fading
y...
Wednesday 26th August 2015 5:39 pm
MOTHER
She’s the one we could rely on
when things were sorely scarce,
to always find a way to get by
when it went from bad to worse.
She’s the one true matriarch,
the gel at the center of all,
never too far away from us;
never more than a call.
Sacrificing all she had,
for us, her flesh and blood,
always standing second place
to the family’s common good.
...
Tuesday 4th August 2015 4:10 pm
What is an alcoholic?
What is an alcoholic?
When I was 2 you were all I knew
I had no idea what the bubbly juice was
But I knew it was good and it came from you
At 3 I can only remember seeing you hyper
Never understood your words were you speaking proper?
I don’t know what happened but mommy had to go
Now im just left here no soul 3 years old.
Grandma and Grandpa are extremely nice
Spent 10 ...
Thursday 7th May 2015 5:30 am
Drowse
Drowse
When there are no mirrors
I am young again
Sitting in the warming glow
of distant years
The aches and pains
will all be gone tomorrow
The days are long
and never seem to grey.
Parents are in another room
just out of hearing
The T.V has three channels
all black and white
Three meals a day
are sitting on the table
The bonfire smoke
creates the evening dusk.
Another time I...
Tuesday 28th April 2015 7:49 pm
Human
Where we formed
now there rips a ribbon of pain
strange and unearthly
beyond predictability
buried in your belly
that hurt you carry
And humanness was your gift to me
how I gladly repay
in any way I can
If it’s a hand you need to hold
if it’s someone to hear you cry
I will be there for you
in any way I can
These solutions
so invasive
taking you apart
they take away a part of...
Tuesday 17th March 2015 10:28 am
Back Then
Trisha M. Hopkins
March-15-1994/June-12-2013
Dedicated to my mother Christine Barrek
I love you mom
I remember Back then
When i was a kid
The memories i hold
On everything i did
And the stories my mommy told
Tucking me into bed
Saying sweet dreams love you and don't let the bed bugs bite
Then before leaving the room
She'd kiss me on my forehead
And i'd reply with "love you and good-night
And bef...
Monday 9th February 2015 12:54 am
A letter to you...
For fourteen years
all that I was known
was that I had a mother
I didn't know of.
And all I knew of her
was her name.
Then there came that day
when I was told of you both
but only because of her,
because she made a decision
to tell me so.
So, now I take this time
to write you both this letter.
A letter to you both,
to my brother and to my sister
who I just came to heard of,
to whom...
Wednesday 22nd October 2014 3:04 am
Your Meaningless Love
If I asked you if you loved me
would you mean every word you spoke.
If I asked you if you thought of me
- your distant child-
would I find that special moment
when you thought of me so dearly.
But if you ask me if I loved you
there wouldn't be any words
that could express my feelings
I have towards you, just silence in reply.
And if you asked me if I thought of you,
you would see tears ...
Wednesday 22nd October 2014 2:26 am
Mother
She’s a fading flower
Not nearly as bright as she used to be
Though now she shines in a different way
Though she always shines to me
She’s filled with determination,
And don’t try to tell her what to do:
She’s stubborn,
And she’ll do what she needs to do
The day I can’t do my shopping
Is the day I’m finished, she says.
And she eyes me with disdain
Because...
Sunday 5th October 2014 8:34 pm
Ode To Eva
You are sunkissed hair
All seaside skin
The tomboy princess
Scraped knees, bruised shins.
A tree climbing angel
My hide and seek belle
All beauty and promise
Like an old wishing well.
Such a natural leader
As you're learning and growing
You shine like a beacon
So head strong and knowing.
Bringing joy in abundance
As I watch you develop
S...
Wednesday 16th July 2014 11:25 am
11
She screams
A sound that penetrates
The hearts of all around.
She breaks
Her heart explodes
She crumbles to the ground.
A child
Her childhood stolen
With the burst of a pea.
Her mother
Gone forever, gone
Her brain not meant to be.
What now?
The love stops here
A cry for help.
Don't leave
Come back to her
The child needs yo...
Friday 27th June 2014 8:52 pm
NOT MUCH CALL FOR PLOUGHSHARES.
(This poem was born of a Newsnight blogger's comment in 2008. Serendipity in 'spades'.)
The arms of the world reach up in despair
A desperate child, with no mother there;
As the armaments industry fashions war-ware
There is not much call for ploughshares.
The artisan’s hand cupped Britain’s prowess
When the smith made and mended the tools of success;
His arms now hav...
Saturday 9th November 2013 2:32 pm
An Ode To My Bro
Ode To My Bro
A personal homage!
You’re my brother!
And it’s sad that you don’t come round
For offerings of food –
Perhaps a Sunday roast,
It’s always got to be at your home
Or neutral ground,
And the coldness
Is like that of stone –
Polished to a high degree of status,
But I’m your brother man –
And though we fought like
Cat a...
Thursday 31st October 2013 11:05 pm
My Answered Prayer
Growing up I accepted the life I was given
Always knowing that something was missing
Not with who I was as a person, but deeper from within
My heart kept on telling me something was not right
And that I should never have given up the fight
Because I know God does not give us things we always ask for
Instead, He makes us work and pray, but He will never ignore.
For what I a...
Thursday 12th September 2013 2:02 pm
stroke
stroke
no words
blood ricocheting
in all directions
going places
where blood should
smoothly flow
not rush headlong
apologies
made by sign
for dragging me
seventy miles
to see
your broken body
no words
thinking
is this it?
is this all there is?
will I live
the rest of my life
motherless?
no wor...
Friday 6th September 2013 7:29 pm
She, Mourning
She pressed her hand against the marble, felt its words,
Ran her weathered finger through the crafted names.
Many faces that had long since adventured,
Left for others lingering to bear the pain.
The autumn sun caressed its face and warmed the stone,
She drew it through her skin and let it stay a while.
Her silver head was bowed, her company her own,
To spend a few more moments in her reconcile.
The fl...
Monday 2nd September 2013 11:43 pm
My Mother In Law, My Mon
I called you
Mom from day one.
You called me
Shirley, sometimes
you called me Hon.
But I had
to let you go,
I had to say
"Good Bye."
But in my heart
I said,
"Mom please
don't die."
That was more than
ten years now.
Sometimes I
still cry. That ...
Friday 12th July 2013 12:17 pm
Trapped Inside
Painting by Jennifer Davis
Trapped Inside
Every river longs
To swell memory to ancestor size
And reclaim land that belonged to her
Old Woman River
Running naked in the sun
Carrying waste and toxins
Along with grief for dead things to a sea
Transporting esoteric knowledge
No one had a taste for
Unlike clockwork she forgets nothing
Though she sometimes wishes sh...
Friday 22nd March 2013 5:48 pm
Mum
(This was an attempt at a villanelle but I'm not sure if its quite the right structure . .oh well)
I only wanted to help
And when I offered to get you some shopping
It wasn’t me saying you’re not up to it any more
I only wanted to help
Thanks for the cup of tea
But when I offered to make it
I wasn’t saying your tea was bad: far from it
I just didn’t w...
Wednesday 16th January 2013 5:44 am
Help me - help me please
The old lady shouted "Help me, please help me"
Sitting in her chair she was
wrapped in multicoloured shawl
refusing to elaborate
She couldn't see and couldn't hear
Refused to have her hearing help
Continued shouting "Help me help me"
"Won't somebody help me please"
Yet every time I tried to help her
Shouts vociferous and rude
Decrying all that...
Sunday 16th December 2012 1:49 am
Of your tree
Sunday 1st July 2012 6:28 am
unreal poem on a crazy sad event
HEARTBREAK
Young French woman is very pregnant and about to give birth to a baby. She lives in a remote area so the air ambulance helicopter is called, a state of the art Eurocopter with a highly trained crew. Modern helicopter and trained crew, they know what they’re doing. Pick up the girl to take her to hospital, arrive in style in a cool chopper. Time moves on exceedingly fast, medic ab...
Wednesday 10th August 2011 12:09 pm
Born Anyway
Head fucked
not literally, but may aswell be..
The amniotic fluid infested with an already de-graded life...
I'll be a reality soon, not that you'll care,
With your alcohol stained blood, fist stained face and motherless virtues...
I'd rather have been born to the devil,
At least i would have felt warmth, from the laughing, mocking flames,
Better than the laughing, m...
Tuesday 8th March 2011 3:35 pm
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