AUGUST B POETRY CHALLENGE -your mother.

[puddle_girl]

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[XMarilynX]

A married woman is a long drink
of Coca Cola kept in a glass bottle.

MOTHER!

I am a sports drink
KAZAM KA POW!

In Paris I was a
500mil in a 350mil can.

All fizzed up and bust’n to be
out of your starting blocks.

In middle America, you are so shapely;
a Vanilla Coca Cola in a glass bottle.

I don’t want to be like you.
I don’t want Thick and sugary men

getting me all shook up. I want Woman.
No glass. No nice ice. No refrigerator.

I keep my heat on. Now Mommy dearest
who’s my real daddy? SLAP! “XMarilynX!

Only real diamonds last for forever.” Then you
beckon me with that latest ice on your finger.

But MOTHER! I prefer my rubies to exactly match
when tongue piercing.

 

[Angeline]

Secrets

There are things we agreed
to never tell you, Mama,
details of your child's death
that would be too painful.
You didn't need more hurt
ripped into you, hard enough,

with Mary, that idiot, that junkie
hanging on you saying she'd want
you to have a good Christmas
as if three bereft Jews would suffer
from being less merry.

So we tried Mama
to cushion you from the worst
of it, her being your favorite
after all and you stuck now
with me, ever the Daddy's girl
who disappointed you
in so many ways, flaunting
convention for years until finally
we made our peace,

but I kept that deathbed promise,
heard the confession of all he'd known
and carried, promised lovingly even,
never to tell.

I've lived with these secrets
so many years now they seem
almost normal. I kept them
even as I said goodbye to you

though sometimes I wonder,
as I feel such fierce love
for my own children,
was it the right thing
to do?

 

[Angeline]

Florida Surprise

On my first flight I was a proud
six-year-old: new dress,
clean and shiny, set pretty
in my own seat next to Mama
on our way to the land of oranges
and palm trees, morning walks
to the beach with Grandpop
and stops at the fruit stand
where I'd get a fresh pineapple
spear. Life would be good
in Hollywood, Florida.

The skies were still friendly
then, meals with china and silver,
Mama was ever mindful
of my manners, how I ate my soup
(like ships go sailing out to sea,
I dip my spoon away from me),
how I thanked the stewardess
for the ice cream and tiny silver wings,
gifted from the pilot himself!

Yes I was proud and adorable,
the pet of the flight,
until last minute turbulence
made me puke all over myself
and Mama's Persian Lamb jacket.
Fucked up again. Oops.

 

[lavendersilk]

Mom

You were born. Same as I.
Raised by women we called  grand.
Both were quite a surprise.
Dreamed up versions we could stand.

It took time. Eye to eye.
One you gave and one you received.
We both got quite a rise.
One I gave and one you conceived.


If you could change a single thing -

Would you?

A trip through time for only two dollars?
Before you met the love of your life?
Before you chose to become his wife?

If I could change one little thing -

For who?

A trip through time for one-thousand dollars?
Before I gave you heartache and strife?
Before I thought I could handle life?

Honor thy mother -
So says the
Good
Book.

Treasure each moment -
Taking one
Last
Look.

 

[Mrtenant]

I have lived longer
Without my mother
Than I ever did with her
Seems impossible

 

[Lazaran]

To be fair

I will not speak of mother
it would not be fair
to either of us

 

[rainbowbite]

I grew up holding you on a pedestal
Guarding it with my life
Always making sure it never teetered
It took me 40 years to let it fall down
To see you for you
And not the version I held on to so dearly
You're kind of a bitch, mom.
Love,
Me

 

[Ashesh9]

Can a woman Not be a Mom to animals....?
I see so many ladies, girls....matrons mothering
Kittens...puppies...birds...turtles....
Mothering is an urge that springs up in womanly hearts
On seeing a vulnerable pitiable little creature
.....whether human....or animal.....

 

[Shady_nz]

Mum
You came to this land far from your own land of birth
Into a world that you never knew could be
To marry a stranger, only known through what
we today call snail mail
If you had known what you would have to endure
Would you still have made that choice?
Leaving all your family behind to start a new one
Did you ever regret it?
I'm glad you made the decision, otherwise I wouldn't be here
Nor would the children that I would have
Nor would the grandchildren you would have adored
and they would have adored you.
Do you look down on us and smile?
Knowing that you had a part in the lives
That now exist
We feel your presence now and then
A guiding hand to make the right choices
Now that I am a mother, and also a grandmother
I understand some of the things you had to do
Thank you Mum
Love you.

 

[Ashesh9]

A famous Bollywood leading man
Who came from the farmlands which...
Rural India doth span......
Was brought up by a stern Tiger Step-Mom
Whom he did adore....
Inspite of the fact he
Grovelled@HerFeet on the floor
Before, every morning She kicked...
Macho Arse outta' door....
The nightly ritual was a humble Feet massage
Humbly the devoted SuperStar would ...
perform in Penthouse corridor passage!!?
One day he was drunk....
Into a Party he had into slunk....
But petrified of Step Mom
Who was his Femdom Domme
He chewed perfumed nuts
To camflouage alcoholic smell
And from Stern Spanking save his Butts
But 80 yr old Mommy
Was a Sharp Feminazi Dommy
Her nose caught his smell...
But his muscled hands performed so well
She ordered"Son nightly U must alcohol
Drink.....
Before on humble knees, to the floor U
Sink...
And meekly massage my legs and calves
Son: never do things by halves!!!?
U massage mucho better
When U R drunk,
By St. Peter!!!"
And so that Command he happily Obeys!
And as a Mama's Boy he still stays....

 

[Wonderer67]

Mom

Left us when I was 13
Moms don’t typically do that
But this one did

I think she had a “nervous breakdown”
Couldn’t live with my dad
For one more minute
Me and two sisters
Brought up by my old man
A shitshow of 70s permissiveness
And not knowing what to do

But mom made good
Kept all the channels open
VHF and UHF
Saw her once a month
Even though I didn’t really want to at that time

But 80s and 90s, she made even better
Hosting hilariously fun and bad Thanksgivings
Salmon so not to offend my vegetarian sister
And my kosher other sister

Somehow it all turned out pretty OK, actually
Three kids
Independent as fuck
Somehow blundered into careers and professions
And moms and dads
Now she is 95

Yesterday she stated she didn’t want to live any longer
Broken hip
There is nothing to forgive

I love my mom
She never needed my forgiveness
But I gave it to her anyway
This morning


very timely poetry challenge. Written on the fly. No editing. Prolly could have been a lot more concise.

 

[Shady_nz]

Mom

Left us when I was 13
Moms don’t typically do that
But this one did

I think she had a “nervous breakdown”
Couldn’t live with my dad
For one more minute
Me and two sisters
Brought up by my old man
A shitshow of 70s permissiveness
And not knowing what to do

But mom made good
Kept all the channels open
VHF and UHF
Saw her once a month
Even though I didn’t really want to at that time

But 80s and 90s, she made even better
Hosting hilariously fun and bad Thanksgivings
Salmon so not to offend my vegetarian sister
And my kosher other sister

Somehow it all turned out pretty OK, actually
Three kids
Independent as fuck
Somehow blundered into careers and professions
And moms and dads
Now she is 95

Yesterday she stated she didn’t want to live any longer
Broken hip
There is nothing to forgive

I love my mom
She never needed my forgiveness
But I gave it to her anyway
This morning


very timely poetry challenge. Written on the fly. No editing. Prolly could have been a lot more concise.

 

[Remec]

I am still thinking of something new for this challenge, but read this while you're waiting.

 

[Lazaran]

Wash Your Hands

Muddy little footprints
Broken vases
Just wait til your father gets home

Youthful exuberance
Sibling quarrels
Do something about those kids

His soiled hands flashing
Lashing out
Stars
Pain
Bloody
Bruised
Gently folded
Her hands were not clean