by Rhonda Johnson-Saunders |
Categories:
dedication, faith, family, love,
My dear grandma who knitted and crocheted
made intricate creations with her hands.
My dear grandma taught a girl how to pray
with a love for God and courage to stand.
I smile when I see my dear grandma's face,
smiling back in a black and white picture.
I cry when I think of her final days
and the last time I bent down to kiss her.
My dear grandma was bold and assertive,
family matriarch and woman, faithful.
Admiration grows in my reflective
thought. For her love, I am ever grateful.
One beautiful day, in glorious light,
my dear grandma and I will reunite.
June 6, 2012 for Remembering a Lost Love Contest
by Johnny Rhinem |
Categories:
angel, beauty, caregiving,
We spread these wings in dreams which fly....
Beyound the ambient hieroglyphic sky; our heritage
This coign of vantage; etched her silken starry
Night an ancient cavern carnelian hues ? Ancestral
Meek as the mink and caribou; banal their mischief-makers
Carved a stone this image one million years her matriarch..
Barbaric schemes times kings; confronted by she, mono y mono
Exposed love's fiery minx iconic; ironic while the tables turn ?
Pelion, hand writing with scenic wings; empowered by Genial, we deem.
by Zsuzsanna Snarey |
Categories:
animals
A slow moving gentle creature
With a long trunk and wrinkled skin.
Strange, ridiculous and ugly
and yet he draws us to love him.
He seems to know and understand
has empathy with us humans,
but can also rage if angered
and kill a man by trampling him.
Elephants have a matriarch
and keep together for safety.
The young stay close to their mother,
while the males are solitary.
by Sandra Haight |
Categories:
how i feel, i am,
My family thinks I am good-
as matriarch- it's understood
I keep us all tight-
with love, we unite-
keep bonds fortified as we should.
However, at times I am bad-
for when I feel down- to be glad-
I need my own space
seclusion embrace
to work out whatever is sad.
My special- a pastime, so fine-
I try to write poems that shine
so readers can see
the thoughts that make me
a builder of words that define.
February 29, 2020
by Emma Goodridge-Hobson |
Categories:
rights,
I’ve had the example
Of women I love,
Being strong and outspoken
When push comes to shove.
Generations before me
Gave me so much
My looks and hair colour
Tenacity and such.
I was taught by the greatest,
Who in term was taught,
By the greatest to her mind
Her mother of course.
Sister, mum, grandma
All different yet then
They have been my example
Women among men.
Nearly one full century
Has passed since we won,
The rite of democracy,
For both daughter and son.
My matriarch ancestors
I thank you forever
For showing me women
And strive through endeavour.
by Jonell Chalifoux |
Categories:
friendship, mother, people,
My origin, my matriarch, my mother, my queen
My prime paradigm of an amicable human being
My mentor, my supporter, my companion, my friend
My forever confidante I can always depend
My thanks to you for your love so unconditional
And for teaching me the power of love, value and principle
My absolute bona fide blessing like no other
Is having the honor of calling you “my mother”!
by Paige Harris |
Categories:
confusion, death, depression, family, life, loss, drug,
The love of a drug,
a matriarch to own,
So addicted it's unreal,
The hold it may show.
Losing the grip,
Becoming Numb to the touch, to the feel.
by Nathan Wilson |
Categories:
death, grief, longing, loss, sad, truth,
“How exactly, my love, am I to die well?”
The question croaked - a ghostly whisper;
from her lingering mouth
of rotten teeth and wretched lips;
broken by an end of thrist.
Eyes glazed at the edge of reality.
A mighty visage; a matriarch.
Vitality faded as a memory.
No more beautiful fiction,
only firm, cold skin;
left behind.
by Jay Del Fierro |
Categories:
life, mystery, nature, myth,
The stone....
which once represented,Pessinus
our great mother,
containing the vital forces
and the whole of nature
that could be held in one hand.....
Pre-history and times primeval
the sacred feminine,the matriarch
entrusted matrix of the all,
the all contained in one....stone
Concurrently,the patriarchs
developed a somewhat different idea
the Eve story,relegated to submission
.......god of war,to overcome
the goddess of love.......
There's alot we don't know
about our human history
.....but,who's story is it,
since we're the one's who live it.....
" The stone which the builders rejected "......matt 21:43
by Jay Del Fierro |
Categories:
mystery, on writing and words,
The word and meaning
of love was replaced with live
by somebody upsidedown
turning the word live into evil....
Then,not being too smart
replaced a couple of letter's
L-VE ......L-VE ,
took the "O-h-h " from love,
put in the evil " I "....
So,we keep looking back
in a reversal of thought
trying to figure out what
went wrong and why ,
it's no wonder we
have difficuties and can only hope
for a peaceful future.........
spelled backward's
LIVE....EVIL
LOVE....EVOL ( VE )
EVE....sacred feminine,matriarch
by Paul Warren |
Categories:
love, , western,
She was a gentle soul
Who saw the worst
And endured it quietly
The man she loved
Was cruelly taken away
Left to raise two children
She always had a smile
Wanting the best for others
Living a long life
A matriarch to all.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Paying homage to an ordinary woman who lost her husband after the Great War due to being gassed on the Western Front. A gentle and well loved woman.
by Marty King |
Categories:
grandmother, i love you, i miss you,
if i take off my self
and strip completely naked
and you see a person undefined
and misunderstood, would you
love me despite the fact that i am a
nobody
would you care about me despite the
fact that i am nonexistent in the fully
clothed eyes of most
would you acknowledge my visibility
despite the fact that i am so obviously
invisible
you smile at me and give me a simple hug
and a plate of the best oatmeal cookies on
the planet along with a cold glass of
flav-o-rich
CHOMP! CHOMP!
GURGLE! GURGLE! AHHHHHHH!
Simple Answer With No Words
no more questions needed to be asked
thank you, Grandma.....