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Mother's Day Image Prompt Contest

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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Impressions From A Distance

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rock stars
a silly mess of men, by in large

divas
high strung
daredevils of emotional expression
...and tantrums

actors and comedians
hyper-active look-at-me-look-at-me's

dancers
strangly aloof
apparently trying to stay afloat
even when not a'dance

painters/artists
I have nothing to say of them
though I'll venture to guess
they are as flakey as the rest

and now,
for the last act of the show...

forks in the road

As I stumble across
the forgotten fork in the road
emotion threatens to overwhelm me.
Five friends long ago
we lost in that collision
my first real taste of things not to be.

And I remember how everyone said
(with after sight’s twenty-twenty vision)
if they’d taken the right instead of the left
just made a different decision
or had perhaps been ten seconds earlier or later
they’d still be alive today....

Creature

I'm a creature of many habits,
I defy definition, I refuse to be boxed in.
I'm unique , I'm quirky.

I'm a creature, I won't be told how to be.
You won't cage me.
I have autonomy .

I'm a creature, a member of humanity.
I live and breath,
And yet I reek of insanity.

I'm a creature, I'm free ,
I'm who ever I want to be,
I me

Photos Fade

Last night as I rummaged through
A box of memorabilia
My hand fell upon
An old photograph of you

How some things never change
Still holding the weight of the world
Upon those strong shoulders
While the sorrow reflects
In your eyes

A mystery
Without an end
An enigma
Never to be known

What was then to you
Is still now
Dismay and distain
Show in a furrowed brow

I slowly placed the photograph
Back in it’s rightful place
Along with the dust of old memories

Page

Page

When we first met, we were travelling on the same road
Same locations and destinations
Each time I touched your face my desire for you overflowed

When we first met, we were floating on the same cloud
Same destinations and locations
Each time I touched your face you made me feel so proud

(chorus)
I am not on the same page as you
Never was, never will be
A different page ,a different book
You'd clearly see it if you opened your eyes and looked

FALL SHOWER

A gently falling autumn rain
breaking a long dry spell,
bringing life to plants again
as waterways begin to swell.

The days henceforth won't be as warm
nor the woods so sere and dry.
Should the season hold true to form
'fore long peepers won't croak or cry.

Perhaps this front will bring a frost
or at least some cooler days
as the green from leaves is lost
and puddles gain an icy glaze.

RATS AND CATS

"RATS AND CATS"
Margaret Ann Waddicor 1st November 2010.

Rats and cats and cricket bats
thunder under beds
threads of curtains fraying
praying monks and ancient trunks
kangeroos and elephants

straws and reeds and chanted creeds
shouts and pouts and awesome deeds
sounds of rumbles children tumble
tummies up and bottoms down
rolling round and round the town
acting like a silly clown

Mankind

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Mankind:

a whole lot of you and me's!

Mankind:

the most successful species of all
flying higher than the birds
diving deeper than the whale
scurrying around the planet
speedier than a cheetah chased gazelle
killing off all predators and
other inconvieniant species
( with disconcerting ease, I might add)

Mankind:

an Earth animal
absurd as a psychotic platypus
deranged as a Salvador Dali jig saw puzzle
still in the box

Mankind:

the stage of time

The Stage of Time

Waiting in the prison of time
For turnkey to unlock my cell--
Studying walls of cage I’m in,
Glittering alleys stretch before my
Tainted vision; with jaded eyes
I witness life of the world.

Gone now, innocent youth,
What follows innocence but
More of the same in
Different costume?

Words

What to say
when promises and givens
hinted and unfolded
by relished touch
and unrelenting passion
become as empty as a heart
left cold by distance?

Shall fury speak
these bruises of emotion,
shouting their slow build
from flying fists of words
welling underneath thin skin
that shrinks from stab of hatred?

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