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The Primrose
The primrose with its glowing face held high
Brings promise of the softer days of Spring
And gazes up towards the wind ripped sky
Through branches to the sunlight, filtering
New leaves unfold beneath the solemn frost
Where clasped they lie and frozen to the earth
A voice like yours is permanent, not lost
The primrose glows to celebrate your birth
And now each year it brings...
Sunday 10th March 2024 9:22 am
ReMember The Night
ReMember the Night
How can you go meekly into the night
When your world no longer gently goes around?
How can you go meekly into the night
When lives of who you cherish depend on you being wise?
Do you forget that in the beginning time started?
And yet this time has an end as so do you.
For if you have, forget not that all times have their moments besides one Holy one
...Sunday 1st October 2023 3:55 am
Burden
Am I a burden or a blessing?
Until now I've brought you pain,
nitpicked neurotic neural pathways
produced images of you burdening people
nuked your brain by old beliefs.
The pitter patter of your baby
put like a seal pup on your chest
but I was there for stop her suckling,
I didn't want her to breathe
No-one except me knew you bitch.
After all we've been thr...
Wednesday 24th March 2021 1:39 pm
Mother, My Loving Lotus
Mother, My Loving Lotus
July 3, 2020 Ujjal Mandal
My mother is a blooming lotus of mind,
Neither Surya does burn
its soft petals,
Nor Vayu does plunder
its sweet fragrance,
Indra never does efface its colour.
O dear mother, I cry whenever I feel dreary thoughts
start crawling into my heart.
Whenever I feel the bud of my heart
fading away in the scorching heat,
I shower myself...
Friday 3rd July 2020 6:14 pm
New Therapist
She sits there her book full of latent codes,
a way of communicating so no-one knows
Rambling on my life, traces of a history unread:
a mind full of trash and misdeeds unsaid.
She's a pristine therapist, who hasn't lived,
expecting me to say all and give,
when I couldn't give a shit about her plan.
Tuesday 25th February 2020 5:46 pm
My Mother
When my mother was alive
Our home was like a bee hive
Full of nector of life
An friendly faces
Now that she is gone,
And as time races
Relationships previously healthy And warm,
Fall to mistrust and harm
Like a string binding beads together
Mothers bring people close to one-another.
Tuesday 21st March 2017 9:42 pm
A MOTHERS GRIEF
Two of my children were kidnapped as babies, and I suffered so much over it. This poem came out of that suffering, along with many many more.
A MOTHER’S GRIEF
It’s really hard to bear
The loneliness within
When emotions test
And hearts bleed
When children’s arms
Reach out to mother’ running
As they are taken from her
And pain is enthroned
To leave her with nothing
But the pain and
...
Tuesday 10th June 2014 1:16 am
My Mother's Gentle Hands
My Mother used to comb my long hair.
When she hit a tangle I would cry
out in pain.
She would place her gentle hands
upon my head and whisper, "I'm sorry
darling but you must endure the
pain so that your hair will be shiny
and beautiful."
When my life hits a tangle I long fo...
Tuesday 21st June 2011 6:09 pm
MOTHERHOOD
Now I know the happy teeth and smiling faces, The banana stained coat and tottering paces, The hand that grasps the latent breast, The head that snuggles upon my chest, The feet that curl around my waist, Her body softly leant against. Was there ever a child so good, I thank God for my motherhood.
Wednesday 21st July 2010 10:04 pm
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