The natural state of motherhood is unselfishness. When you become a mother, you are no longer the center of your own universe. You relinquish that position to your children.
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Mother Is Dying: Part 2 (Filicide)
Mother is infuriated
Mother is irritated
Mother is agitated
Mother is aggravated
Tormented by Her children
Sickened by Her children
Scarred by Her children
She is beginning to die
Mother was gentle
Mother was accepting
Mother was enduring
Though mother is now corrupted,
Similar to Her children
Her anger boils from her very core
Swirling vortexes of hatred dominate the skies
Her loathe floods Her children’s lives
The incarnate of Her disgust with Her children
Is devastating and cataclysmic
Her children can no longer find
Sanctuary from mother’s mercy
Mother is too enraged to rationalize
Mother will create The Rapture.
Mother will cause The Apocalypse.
Mother will eliminate humanity.
Mother will commit filicide.
poem by Alex Gomez
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My 3 J's
My oldest son
Motherhood so new
I learn as he grows
My middle son
Motherhood a little easier
I learn as he grows
My youngest son
Motherhood a breeze
I learn as he grows
My 3 J's have made me a mother, mother - in - law and grandmother
With love and forgivness I have learned
Everything is new
Never a little eaiser
Not always a breeze
With my 3 J's
I continue to learn as they grow
poem by Sheila Cooper
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Pregnancy stage
Even God has blessed the pregnancy stage
Even people may feel happiness for it in old age
That is taken as grace from almighty
The lady assumes brightness with unique beauty
She has whole universe with her
The little soul is taking shape there
She has all the pleasures in having
The desire she had and was craving
The position can be well expressed only by lady
The same feeling may not be had by daddy
The motherhood is something different
The joy and happiness is clearly seen and apparent
The little movement inside womb is really enjoyable
Mother knows where is change and where is deployed
Little move makes her to worry
Slight ill thought makes her to feel sorry
God has made two positions unbearable
Death is most dreaded and feared
Gents have only one dreaded death frequency
The woman has death plus pregnancy
Women are praised for their sacrificial role
They have one and only prime goal
Family and children occupy most of the period
Rest she may not bother and fully avoid
She is so sacred and worth worshipping
We can not leave her in stage of weeping
If she is well placed in stature and position
It will nice and balanced composition
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Our Paranoia
the uncured disease of mankind had always been
that the earth is the center of the universe
that man is at the center of all these
that he is loved by the skies and the seas and the mountains
that i am the center of your attraction
or that i have loved you truly too
these are the demands of illusions
the sun is just one of the thousand stars
though it may be true that it is the center of our universe
that you may have loved me truly and i may think that i am the only
star in your universe
how hopeless can i be thinking that way
when the truth is just i am just a dust, a speck of this vast space of dusts
one night i stand in the middle of the grass and looked at the stars
i feel so far and so tiny just like Venus that planet that glitters in the north.
human love is as small as a grain of sand, yet somehow we imagine that
as a Saturn in the planetary system.
i am not saying the truth that indeed we are nothing but an empty sigh.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Where Are We In This Too Large Universe?
WHERE ARE WE IN THIS TOO LARGE UNIVERSE?
Where are we in this too large universe?
Once they told us we were the center
And in our little time all History turning -
Now even Time has gone far beyond us
And our little interval
Is so so so so small
We will be gone before even the closest galaxy to ours knows it –
Once we were the meaning of it all
And now we are a question
And a transition we ourselves may make to something senselessly strange-
I want to go home
To where we were the center of the universe
And God chose us
Because we
Were God’s poem.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Centered
My inner light and my inner darkness.
My positive and my negative.
In the center, my neutral or balance.
My peace, will not allow my scale to tip.
Too positive, taken advantage of.
Too negative, taking advantage of.
Mind full of others, or mindless.
Full of myself and void of others.
Full of others and void of myself.
Minding my business or another's.
Apathy or arrogance.
Not centered.
But self centered, the center of attention, the center of the universe.
If others are my universe, then I don't know who I am.
I am lost.
I find myself.
I create my universe.
If I worry about where I have been, or where I am going,
Then I cannot just be.
A creation with too many directions.
What I became, is first,
What I become, is last,
What I be, is now.
Which is all I truly only have.
Where I have been,
Where I am going.
Is the end of where I was.
The beginning of where I will be.
And the revelation of where I am at.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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Things Go... People Die...
mother
sun, center of your planets
revolving and spinning
orbits holding
upon the imaginary
poles
distances make
memories more
apparent
hospitable thoughts
come to the rescue
what you must know
is this:
there is more beauty in
your own
sorrow
mother
sun, soon fades,
darkness in your
universe
reigns,
but the stars
still flicker for you
when,
as expected, mother
sun is
gone.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sweet Sixteen, Welcome to Motherhood
The little boys of the hood
Introduced her to Motherhood
Is that good?
Sweet Sixteen, Sweet Sixteen
Welcome to Motherhood
Put on the tape and press rewind
Can you see what was on their minds?
Their quick fun release
Became your infectious disease
Sweet Sixteen, Sweet Sixteen
Welcome to Motherhood
Now is about money and food
Keeping warm with firewood
A young mother in a daughter
She’s got no more time to be rude
The little boys of the hood
Introduced her to Motherhood
If only she understood
They still go to school
She doesn’t!
Who's the fool?
2006 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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One Song
I am the universe
The sun, the moon and sea
I am the energy
4 that is what I believe
I can be contradiction
Cuz that is all I see
But I am the universe
And the universe is me
I am the one song (Ah yes)
And that one song is free
All things come from this one song (Yes they do, uh)
The garden and the tree
If everything, everything is present
What is will always be
This here is the first and the last song
And all that come between
When language falls like a wounded soldier
And it's covered by the sea
All the sadness
All these unanswered questions
Keep me company
(Company, company, company come 2 me, come 2 me please!)
Here at the center of it all
(I know)
I know that U can only come from me
(I am the universe)
Yes it will, oh, yes it will
(The sun, the moon and sea)
Where else is it gonna come from but me?
(I am the universe)
Oh my, my my my my my my my universe
(The universe is me)
(I am the universe)
(The sun, the moon and sea)
(I am the universe)
(We are the universe) {x2}
(The universe is me)
One truth (One truth)
One song (One song)
One energy
song performed by by Prince
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In this Duality of Our Reality
Mother Nature is no longer,
In accordance with our abuses.
Her tolerance once given to us,
Has been evidenced to have gone.
Storms affecting upon all shores,
Have those proclaiming they can not take more.
And the latest fiasco in the Gulf...
Has Mother Nature wanting to even the score.
Her adored natural wonders,
Are becoming eyesores.
Mother Nature is no longer,
In accordance with our abuses.
Her tolerance once given to us,
Has been evidenced to have gone.
Some believe they are here,
To conquer over resources and mankind alike.
Some perceive themselves to be the chosen ones,
Because of their abilities to deceive and perpetuate fights.
Mother Nature has witnessed this...
And these conflicts have ruined her appetite to delight.
Mother Nature has begun to deliver the last word.
And God has stood back,
With arms folded and lips shut tight!
Mother Nature is no longer,
In accordance with our abuses.
Her tolerance once given to us,
Has been evidenced to have gone.
Storms affecting upon all shores,
Have those proclaiming they can not take more.
And the latest fiasco in the Gulf...
Has Mother Nature wanting to even the score.
Her adored natural wonders,
Are becoming eyesores.
And in this 'duality' of our 'reality'...
Mother Nature is not happy!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Changing World
This changing world...
where children hear
not only the voice of their mother
where children eat
not only the food that their mother cooked
where children sing
not only the songs of their native tongue
where children no longer play
with butterflies outdoor...
We need to be more stronger
more wiser
more confident
more understanding
more loving
more caring
and more connected
to one another
to make this changing world
a better place to live
for our children.
poem by Marites C. Cayetano
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There is no theoretical study of motherhood. You know, before I became a mother, I did play a mother, but I was like - I was more thinking of my own mother. I was doing my mother.
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That every man after the life in the world lives to eternity, is evident from this, that man is then spiritual, and no longer natural, and that the spiritual man, separated from the natural, remains such as he is to eternity, for man's state cannot be changed after death.
quote by Emanuel Swedenborg
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Woman
How can a mother ever quite forget,
or quite relinquish in her memory,
that state which babies share with saints:
to be free from all desires of mind?
And so the mother must take on
that strange but natural responsibility
to desire, for the baby in her charge; but then,
one day, to learn to stop to ‘mother’
for the child’s own growing sake..
And how much more, instinct and reason
must have played in Her; given a responsibility
greater than the world itself?
And who can ever know those private conversations
between the growing Child of God
and young earthly mother of that heavenly Child?
So, when at that wedding and its showing-forth
the servants were unsure, She was there
to say ‘Do what He says’..
And from John comes that bald account
which we must read each for ourself:
‘Woman, what have you to do with Me…? ’
He, not yet ready as He thought,
for destiny; divisive miracles?
Who knows how many private conversations
lay behind that question and its rhetoric –
public, and recorded by that deeply impressed scribe…
and whether it was said with gentle smile
(who reads the words of Jesus as from One
who almost always smiled – His words, a gift?)
or said with firm authority, which we may take
as heard by Her, not with a fusser’s shame,
but with Magnificat still ringing in Her mind?
And then, perhaps, She learned to grieve
and not to grieve, beneath a holy Cross..
I think this passage is forever read
by men in one way; women in another;
and perhaps, that’s just how it should be.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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For All Mothers
any other presence
in the kitchen is a threat
to her empire...
none knows her pots and pans
and the purpose they're for
except herself...
cooking is her forte,
she believes; none can be
as good at it as her
she can't relish what others cook
to her, she is the ultimate!
pain she gulps
smiles she shares
doctor, she never needs
for nothing can touch her
is her belief...
slightest bruise
mildest pain
on others is
what she can't tolerate!
condemned to glorification
trapped in stereotype
motherhood, she is a victim
of utopian motherhood!
ode to one's mother
is ode to every mother
nurtured and reared
on the fact that women
cease to be human
once they're mothers!
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Mother! Oh Mother
Mother! oh mother!
Where are your children?
Where have they been?
Where have they lost?
Mother! oh mother
Am on you
Yet can't see you
Is you don't like me
Or you don't like us
Mother! your children
Some on edges
Many at peaks
Why are all not equal
Are all not your children?
Maa I understand you
You have lost your children
You are been polluted all over
Maa my mother
Please batter your creation
Batter and make it new
This is a humble request
From one of your children.
poem by Abhimanyu Kumar.s
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Mothers always
Mothers always support their children
Don't leave them alone in critical times even
Whatever the case may be
She will make the children to feel free
After attaining comfortable position
We relate incidence with nice composition
It is nice to admit sweet memory
When she is no more with us to feel sorry
As the cycle changes, we move on
From childhood to adulthood we have smoothly gone
There we act differently and behave
Forget about her part as if didn't have
But childhood memory may never fade
As mother never considered this as trade
It was natural bonding and love
She always comforts us when we go to her
Females generally in any form stand with respect
They are caring and kind when time comes to act
It may be natural inheritance for the girl in fact
Where as males behave differently and strongly react
God has given them kind heart
They always remain as inseparable part
Till death they won't leave us for a moment
She has nothing to feel bad about us or resent
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Real Definition
I didn't actually know
Its impact on human being and absolutely 'no'
It did not occur to me
As I was provided shed by tree
As child I was reared by parent
With absolute kindness and no love was absent
What does the child may not in real terms?
Until forced to under go separation in turn?
I thought and rethought over issue
It needed close look and review
I had taken it very lightly
But someone has said it very rightly
'Love can be learnt from three persons'
They have special position with all reasons
Mother, daughter and sister at the center of position
Children may be beneficiary with beautiful addition
As mother she has every reason to be satisfied
As no such relation requires to be falsified
Love from daughter is unselfish and oriented
Such love can't be compared or equated
Sister as usual has kind attitude
Towards parents and brothers with gratitude
As she has been provided safe cover
Her love for everybody will never be over
What can be real definition?
In fact nobody may have little suspicion
It is felt by inner awareness
The happiness rushes straightway on face
Fortunate are all those people who have got
They are blessed too as they never sought
Think of all those who have remained unlucky
Yet love is same for all whether lucky or unlucky
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Me Against The Universe
I have traveled
for more than a millennium
to the center of space
My purpose?
My reason?
It's quite simple
yet
quite absurd
I have traveled far
through space
and time
to fight the dragon
which resides
in the center
of this universe
Oh yes
I am quite mad
Oh yes
this probably is
suicide
Do I care?
Do I fear?
I assure you
I should
BUT
I don't
I will fight
only with my mind
I will speak
only with my soul
I will challenge
only with my body
All who I am
all
who I have existed
as
All
in all
I will not back down
until there is
a victor
My eyes
are set
on this stupid goal
and I
will most likely die
But I ask you
Who else
has fought
the universe
alone?
poem by Justin Tallman Gonzalez
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God's Playthings
Although we are like God’s children
But actually we are not
Because no sexual organ
Was involved in the process of creation of souls
The building blocks of everything that exist!
Besides we are not inside God’s womb
We are actually inside God’s mind!
Ideal parents never hurt
Their good children
But God hurts so many
Of His so-called children!
So many people are starving
Day after day!
So many people are suffering
From diseases and injuries!
Natural disasters
Kill so many people every year!
God is not our Mother and Father;
Mother and Father are much more
Affectionate, loving and caring!
Never-the-less God is the Best
Cause He loves most of us so much
Though we are not His children
And we are nothing
But playthings of God!
poem by Asif Andalib
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