Elephant matriarchs store ancestral memories
that guide them on thousand mile migrations.
On the other hand, I forget where I put my car keys.

Matriarch Mama,
Nat Lipstadt
Nat Lipstadt
Jun 21, 2014

how many generations can
lay with you in your bed?

Matriarch Mama,
honorific due you,
title earned, not learned,
and now a teaching PhDs  of
Matriachal Science

let us have tea,
a tea party in you garden,
and the granddaughters
dressed in their church finest,
running noisy but that's ok,
mass is over, and the party
is now a backyard affair

me, a recorder,
standing in the corner,
invisible observing,
leaning on that old banyan tree,
smile playing on
my eyes,
counting
cousins daughters sisters,
and best of the best,
grand babies wilding in their Sunday finery,
even seeing
invisible fathers standing beside me,
but espy only one

Matriarch Mama,
sallying forth,
gunslinger of poetry,
nobody messes with Sally,
she is the brood defender,
poetess not
of the day

she is a
generational inscriber,
an author of a
gene pool of life's best,
her existence,
from heaven, sent a manna,
to feed-across-time
just one family,
an ordinary,
if such there was,

Matriarch Mama

Look what I found in my files...

Your defiant lightness belies
the Cimmerian with mystical
radiance that braids lust with will
and spawns in enigma
the Davidic lineage of deliverance.

Matriarchs of the Messiah,
you are the anomalies of Ararat,
gravid arks nesting in the barren ice,
destined to seed the earth with possibility.

You are Ruth
uncovering Boaz’ feet on the threshing floor.
You are Tamar,
righteous whore and seductress of Judah.
You are Lot’s daughter,
incestuous temptress of your father.

You are all the beginning and the end,
foremost alchemists of anomalies,  
transforming the deluge of desire
into the crown of redemption.

Messiah
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Messiah

Apsidal precession
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Apsidal_precession
.
.

Your defiant lightness belies
the Cimmerian with mystical
radiance that braids lust with will
and spawns in enigma
the Davidic lineage of deliverance.

Matriarchs of the Messiah,
you are the anomalies of Ararat,
gravid arks nesting in the barren ice,
destined to seed the earth with possibility.

You are Ruth
uncovering Boaz’ feet on the threshing floor.
You are Tamar,
righteous whore and seductress of Judah.
You are Lot’s daughter,
incestuous temptress of your father.

You are all the beginning and the end,
foremost alchemists of anomalies,  
transforming the deluge of desire
into the crown of redemption.

This is part of my What is God? series from [1] to [100].
If you'd like to read more, please search for them under: What is God?'

Book of Genesis
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Book_of_Genesis

God
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/God

Messiah
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Messiah

Redemption (theology)
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Redemption_(theology)
.

Your defiant lightness belies
the Cimmerian with mystical
radiance that braids lust with will
and spawns in enigma
the Davidic lineage of deliverance.

Matriarchs of the Messiah,
you are the anomalies of Ararat,
gravid arks nesting in the barren ice,
destined to seed the earth with possibility.

You are Ruth
uncovering Boaz’ feet on the threshing floor.
You are Tamar,
righteous whore and seductress of Judah.
You are Lot’s daughter,
incestuous temptress of your father.

You are all the beginning and the end,
foremost alchemists of anomalies,  
transforming the deluge of desire
into the crown of redemption.

Messiah
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Messiah

Redemption (theology)
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Redemption_(theology)
.
K Mae
K Mae
Oct 25, 2014

gone so long
fine memories line
your beauty face adored
paltry company by now
the made doll with her tight red smile
no secrets will divulge
pretty blue eyes held so wide
by violent stitches black
no blinking now and no excuse
the truth is all revealed
as the lie was all reviled
but once it was a simple sharing
blood along the line
mother strength to daughter
from she to me to mine

musing with the doll made by grandmother for her daughter....
#death   #mother   #memory   #matriarch  
Melinda Barrett
Melinda Barrett
May 10, 2015

Mother Nature takes her toll
On complex creatures with gentle souls
She sends them rain when they seek solace
Her stars shine so bright it leaves them Aweless
Rays beam the brightest when they're down
And shines their warmth upon their frowns
She opens their third eye so they might see
The striking beauty in a rugged tree
They look more closely and discover
That her roots connect us to each other

ConnectHook
ConnectHook
Sep 10, 2015

Sustenance for friends and clients;
state your case – come one, come all.
The matron arms of Social Service
will not let you fall.

Food stamps make our nation stronger,
licked, then stuck on the public roll.
Social programs last much longer
adding recipients on the dole…

Like the Ephesian Diana
many are my benefits!
Mine the matriarchal manna;
latch and suckle at my teats.

Yours the client’s right to nurture.
Mother will supply your need;
Child – you must not fear the future –
feed, my baby, feed.

Call me nanny, call me Lord
just make sure you’re calling on me.
Mine are the gifts you can afford
they’re taxpayer-funded, worry-free!

Once you are latched I’ll keep it flowing
like an intravenous habit.
Keep that nipple situated
where your will can never grab it

Let it never cross your mind
that there’s an end to all lactation.
Cloward-Piven have refined
this titillation.

Love me.  Need me.  I’m the State.
Your well-being is my affair.
With your consent I’ll dominate,
because I care.

Check da grafix:  http://tinyurl.com/pxafq9s
#welfare   #state   #benefits   #matriarch   #diana   #ebt   #nanny  
Raj Arumugam
Raj Arumugam
Nov 2, 2014

it's woman power here
in the clans of the spotted hyenas -
the women are bigger and the males fear;
fathers are kind to daughters
so at least the daughters will be nice to them

so women really just give orders
and the male hyenas obey
with mirth and laughter

Did you take the garbage out?
yeah, ha, ha, ha, yeah, yeah, yeah
Did you put the toilet seat cover down?
yeah, ha, ha, ha, yeah, yeah, yeah
Have you mopped the floor?
yeah, ha, ha, ha, yeah, yeah, yeah
Is dinner ready on the ground?
yeah, ha, ha, ha, yeah, yeah, yeah

information in first stanza on spotted hyenas from wikipedia
Sarah Gawricki
Sarah Gawricki
Sep 1, 2015

we are decked head to toe
in our ancestor’s
feathers
striped with the arteries of
another insurrection,
bathed in the burst scabs of obstinate knuckles,
seasoned by the day,  
the sweat of far too many suns without
shade

chasing for scalps,
taut-backed,
curves like jello axes,
charcoal lips,
bright eyes,
hearts like meandering cannons.
chipped nails holding prayer, tongues,
the clipped wings of our grandmothers,
clawing at your porch,
oiling the glass
sneaking up your banister
teeth out
sliding under sheets,
look --slither like--
i’ve got an apple for you to bite.
breath like gentle reminders from God
now, now, learn to be amenable
feel the uneven pulse that vengeance wore.
pausing so you understand the difference in
revival and survived,
glint from the cutter reveals an untamed eyelash:
unpainted and short and straight with might.
partially cloaked but baring light smiles,
wayward breasts you can’t touch,
wild right,
a heat between our thighs that you can’t hunt
and it’s close enough.
wearing the mask of
an unlectured howl,
a thorn plucked from our ribs,
a blood crusted march,
a cold new vendetta.

we,
my sons,
are coming to get you.

 
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