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Mother's Day Image Prompt Contest

Please read the following poems

And vote below.

Voting ends May 26th 2024

Mum... You and I

By: Rula

 

Together we witnessed time ebbs and tides:

we went through ups, we went through downs,

yet luckily we got each other's sides,

you and I, you and I.

 

Together, unwillingly, we grew old,

with devestating wrinkles, and white hair.

We both raised families, yet we're still bold

You and I, you and I.

 

Together we laughed, together we cried:

I uplifted your spirits, you got my tears wiped,

we stayed together, side by side,

You and, I you and I.

 

Together we lived for worse and better,

until Alzheimer's stole you, my bank of love,

although you promised to stay forever

You and I, you and I.

 

My Gold

By Mr joghe

 

In whom I spent my old days and nights,

Who rocked me in my cradle;

And fed my pretty mouth with a spoon,

Did weep while I should weep.

How much will I pay

For the pain you’ve taken for me?

 

Who worked that jumper to keep me warm;

Treated me with diffidence and respect,

Her healthy arms always be my stay,

And always admired my prudent face that filled with laughter.

How much will I pay

For the pains you’ve taken for me?

 

Who tired me with apology for being tiresome,

And asked twenty questions and never waited for an answer.

My timidity struck her at the first sight;

When she taught me to expect something extraordinary.

How much will I pay

For the pains you’ve taken for me?

 

I find such a pleasure

In obeying her commands,

That I take care to observe;

Shall soon come to bless me.

How much will I pay

For the pains you’ve taken for me?

 

I vow, I thought so;

Never, as among queens and princesses

In her age; to be explicit,

I’ve kept very little company

In pretty smooth dialogues with her.

How much will I pay

For the pains you’ve taken for me?

 

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Mosquitos Suck!
  By William Lynn

 

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Ways of loving by  Terumi Sakurai

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THE ESSENCE OF SADNESS

Born from dust we paint a picture,
Time turns and the wind blows
the picture we create is our own.
For some solitude is a DEMONS LECTURE,
For some solitude GRACE
For some it's simple ALONE
For some its MADNESS
For ME it is the essence of SADNESS

nature’s pain

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with cadence of a mournful, howling hound
the whistling wailing wind torments the trees
a ghostly shriek, a hungry, haunting sound
with cadence of a mournful, howling hound
who lies upon a new dug mound of ground
and whines lament, for missing master pleads
with cadence of a mournful, howling hound
the whistling wailing wind torments the trees

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Taming Of The Beast (eddy styx) (rhymed)

Taming Of the Beast

this creature lives
inside of me
feasting on
antipathy

the naming of
my dark twin
I hold at bay
just beneath my skin

it lies in wait
below the seeming
of my flesh facade
of my distressed screaming

its foul breath
could etch tempered glass
a poison brew
could kill en masse

still on its chain
I give receipt
of paper and pen
to spew dire deceit

howz the kid?

love him
many women hanker
in the twilight for they desire
to see the sunrise effect
from last night's sojourn
but they can't reconcile
where the manliness of man had gone
and
left the warmed up oven forlorn
the morn of a dying kind surfaces
when some go in for IVF,
at least small mercies
God's gift to unwed moms
at times prove best

see the sun as a rising one,
its setting too somewhere that's true
but a positivity
I'd wish to imbue, in you.

How so, Icarus?

From somewhere the question comes:
how so?
There's ink in my saliva.
I'm scratching the surface
of the moon with a poem rising.
Do not mourn for me, never yet born,
don't you hear my silence out there
in the stardust, expanding infinity?

I am only a figment of your imagination,
locked inside
your living perception, isolated by needy words.
You'll never know the real me, unless you know
the real you, waves that touch the sun
must first unclench
their grasp of sea.

Yuck !

Ache dulls my heart,
my sensations.
With air I inhale
blood's adoration
all around
I could only see limbs
and tossed cut- heads.
No sound of birds' chirps
None, but of bullets'
Then when I come
to rejoice the petals
of the red rose,
to my disgust
They bleed.

Appetite Of A Soul

Cradled in innocent fairy tales
Misery makes impressions on her audience
Ever since ancient times it crowds the stages

Every dream broken like the hopes of yesterday
Victory seems sweet, when surrounded by defeat
No white flags when your enemy is within
Failure’s voice seems so paternal
Until you realize passion’s gift is eternal

Growing sick of this realm , so we build our own
No kings to serve only the appetite of a soul
The snakes of corruption grow in number
As the priests of honesty cower away silently

Fade

If i sit upon this magic carpet
to explore worlds untamed
and travel far into dimensions
to be bewildered by the unthinkable
would i long for
the days spent idle
in my wooden cradle
when existence was the drive
to open eyes and strive
to be another bought into humanity
guided by warmth and love and sanity
of the ones that adored me in all profanity
And as time wastes into days
my bones will ache and laze
as my flesh is sure to deteriorate
to give it back from whence it came

the distant cry

the distant cry
from within
desire to sweep the past
with sunrise’s fast arrival...
to
let the time’s tolls be due
let flowers reek, perfume somehow
red, crimson and blue
wipe the sweat of my brow
forget the loathe-some
of a long distant occurrence
with demise of thoughts of desperate dreams
manifestations
of things gone astray

Driving in silence to Beaver Marsh ~ part one

Thinking
of the wonder
of perfection
a lush green breeze on a bright
summer-like day...

You and I don't need to punctuate
the silence with words that can not
add anything to this art of being alive
to be
and to know what already is

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