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PS Jun 2015
Gypsy Rose Lee.
Is that you or me?
Does that make you Baby June?

The favourite and best
No concern for the rest
You sing and you dance in the tune.

Or just like Gypsy
You learn how to strip tease
The glamour and glitz of the night.

But who's mama Rose?
And how could I know?
She pushes and leads to a fight.

But Gypsy is magic
And a rare art form
And June is so dainty
Doesn't know when she's born
She's the centre of attention
She's the first one who speaks
And Gypsy is left there
Still being Louise.

Chow mein and lambs
Travel the land
A show on vaudeville stage.

Let me entertain you
Let me have a try too
Honey, were you not entertained?
Has anyone ever seen the movie/musical Gypsy? Well I love it!
Ignatius Hosiana Jun 2015
It wasn't her fault as far as I know
I made it not alive out her womb
Not the drugs, not her liquor,No
I was just destined for my tomb

It wasn't her choice I took this route
Tell her train of depression not to hoot
It wasn't her making to be that small
She's a special mama, among them all

It couldn't be father's fault, It's fate
Yes, let her not love the man with hate
I know I should have been her first
But she shouldn't think she's cursed

Tell her to give motherhood another try
I know she thinks it was a 9 months' lie
Wipe her tears please, don't let her cry
It wasn't her making for me to die

Steal her sorrow, I'll pay the fine
Do all you can to see she's fine
She can have another to wear
& dine
In all treasures she says were mine

Give my mama joy, God set her free
You know she's barely twenty three
I bleed seeing how bad she's broken
Yes, give her a child, another token
Was just trying to do something different
It's a dedication to all mothers and those thinking their problems are the worst
Just be strong, somehow somewhere life will right the wrong
Emily Rene May 2015
My mama always told me
everything can be fixed
with a little duct tape
& a lot of easy lovin'

Maybe I can do the same
thing, but with your heart
princessninann May 2015
Bente kwatro oras ang kilos
Mga gawain na tila' di natatapos
Pagtitimpi na hindi nauubos
Ano pa mahal kong Ina ang kaya **** ibuhos?

Hindi ka ba napapagod?
Araw-araw kang kumakayod
Walang day off, walang bonus, walang sahod.
Hindi ba nanghihina ang iyong mga tuhod?

Tinanggap mo ang pagiging ina
Kahit sa mga anak mo'y ikaw ay balewala.
Pagkaing isusubo na lang, ibinigay mo pa,
Sa bawat hakbang nila hindi ka nawala.

Tinanggap mo ang pagiging kahalili
Inalay sa'yong asawa ang buong sarili
Sa mga desisyon nya, ikaw ay walang masabi
Sa bawat hakbang nya ikaw ang katabi.

Hindi sapat ang salamat
Sa mga kalyo sa'yong palad
Sa hindi maindang sakit sa balikat
Kahit kailan wala kang sinumbat

Alam ko hindi sapat ang aking salamat
At hindi ka kayang tumbusan ng anumang salita
Mahal kong Ina, salamat po sa lahat lahat
Salamat po sa puso nyong 'di napapagod nagmamahal.
This is a filipino poem to all the filipino mothers :)
Omar Kawash May 2015
In a time,
when men were the superheroes,
born in an unconventional location,

a young girl, unknown to the future
she was destined to,
was born with a uniqueness
unfound in all people, a superpower
of empathy
and as she grew,

the world knew
she was imbued
as a living embodiment of legends:

Athena's wisdom,
beauty that surpassed the goddess Aphrodite,
conversational skills that made Hermes envious,
and strength that Hercules
could never attain.

As she approached an age, when her parents would
trust her to be guardian,
her powers manifested.
This incredible child was now a woman.

With the ability to heal those in need: she could expunge
poison that had afflicted a person,
even their hearts,
a God-given gift for those most sacred;
her correspondences exponentially developed,
able to connect in all languages, fueled by her empathetic nature,
this allowed all who interacted with her to trust her for she radiates sincerity.

Now, fully grown, this super-no-

This Wonder Woman had retired her duties
to save the world, not forsake it, but,
to train Wonder Girl, her daughter,
to unlock the latent abilities her mother had passed on to her.

She still looks up at the Higher Power
and realizes her duty to provide
the world justice is not over
but only beginning.

Her holy spirit was not unacknowledged
and was gifted
a bulletproof bracelet,
forged by the most skilled craftsman by direction
of all that is wise and healing.

Given to her to wear
so that nothing could halt her
as she continues
her fate to provide the world a humanity
that could only come from
an intrinsically true
dear heart.
jack of spades May 2015
dear mom:
i’ve spent the past couple days trying to figure out all the ways to say how, yeah, sometimes we drive each other crazy but oh how necessary you are for me.
you raised me.
you taught me to paint the big picture while paying attention to the little things
and maybe it’s not so strange.

dear mom:
i’m still a little bit afraid of monsters but the dark
isn’t so scary when i’m staring at the stars
that spin on your bedroom ceiling with you pressed against my arm.
your breathing
is so steady and relieving
from the creatures creeping
through shadows in my own room.

dear mom:
there’s a reason we celebrate mother’s day

dear mom:
i wanted to get you something better than a poem but then i thought maybe a piece of the soul that you helped put together would override flowers
so i hope this is okay.
i wanted to draw you something but i’m better with computer keys than a pencil
and i don’t think i’d ever be satisfied with it anyway

dear mom:
i love you

dear mom:
i need you

dear mom:
thank you for everything that i couldn’t find the words to say

sincerely,
yours truly,
forever, and with love,
a daughter who will always need a mama like you
last minute gift aha
Jude Apr 2015
El Invierno
es un infierno
para mi.

Mis dias
y mis noches
se llenan de
recuerdos de ti.

Yo no puedo aguantar,
yo no puedo soportar
Lo tanto que te extraño.
Lo que haria por un año
mas contigo.
A poem for my mother, may she continue to rest peacefully
jerely Mar 2015
O, beauty alike thy fresh rose renew
Thy softly delicate, fragrance doth shade
Silk o' glorious petals formed thy youth grew
Thee shalt bloom as gently pick; he who made.


Remindful sunny skies that brought thee back,
Through thousand words of platonic ocean
Letting thy memoirs to float to its knack,
Shalt glow & touch to the present emotion.


But among roses; thy beauty shine.
Neither a thorny one prevails the road
Nor trials subside the darkest sign
When thy purest heart remains to flowed.


So man could give thee lasting love of all
So treasure as to cherish thou could fall.
Special thanks to Timothy for giving me tips/advise for what to write as a present for my mom's bday!!!! I really enjoyed writing this one and this is actually my first attempt & had fun on this maybe a fav sonnet so far!!! :))

Anyways this poet/sonnet is dedicated to my ever beautiful Mama!!! Who celebrates her birthday today thank you mom for everything. I only wish you good health and more years to come! Even if you are 50 now but of course your beauty always remain humble and encouragement on me! Please also take care of yourself and love more cause I can't asks for more than anything or anyone else! You're the only mom in my heart! loveeee youuu :)

March 17,2015
Jerelii
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Madzq Jan 2015
I did it again, mama....
     I took your words to heart.

But, I left them there.


"Don't touch it baby, it will hurt you!"
You would always say this to me.
Mama,
     Why can't I stop touching?
And mama,
     He wasn't a stranger....
              ....but afterwards....
     he.... became.....one.

You were right, mama.
     Strangers do hurt me.

Can't I just be your little girl again?
With my scraped knees
And my bruised chin?
Falling out of trees
or off my bycycle
Where there would be a kiss
To make me feel better.
AND a hug!

God.... Mama,
   Read me a story
of knights in shining armor,
Of princesses,
Of those fairytale men.
Can I trade you stories for mine?
For they are far much better,
They'd loll me to sleep,
I wouldn't cry...

I did it again, mama.....
     I took your words to heart.

But, I left them there.
You live and you learn, sometimes it proves easier to learn first..... But life is never that easy.
Zay Jan 2015
Oh Mama...
How did you get through all the drama
That was brought into your life
Before you we're even a mother or a wife

Oh Mama...
How did you manage to handle the pain
No one could've made it through all that
Without going insane

Oh Mama...
How did you carry us on your back
As bomb carriers filled the sky
Shielding us from disaster
As the innocent ones die

Oh Mama...
How did you manage to survive all them wars
All those children that died
Five of them yours

Oh Mama...
How did you leave your life behind
To start over in a new country
Away from your own kind

Oh Mama...
How did you keep love in your heart
When life was at its worst
And regardless of what happened
You always put us first

Oh Mama...
How did you get past the ignorant ones
The ones who were blind to your scars
The ones who couldn't see
That you've made it so far

Oh Mama...*
How will I ever repay you
It would take nine lifetimes
To simply say "Thank You".
Thank You isn't even enough for all that you have sacrificed for us. For your family. I love you Mama.
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