The open way is coming
Try to tie
Your love with your family
Call your parents
Ask in truly
Phone your sons
Greeting your daughters
Make a beautiful kiss
Flaying over clouds
Chattering the fear
Improving our tie
That is a way
In addition to obey
Our Gods who can forgive
The faults and can give
Happiness clouds that will save
Our plants of life
the love and makes good tie will overlap any harm.love and tie with your family
I thought you loved her
As we all should do
Loving ones mummy, comes automatically
Go ahead, say I love you too
Yeah, Yeah, the bond is so strong
But, I blew up like an atomic bomb
I lost my lovin’ mom
I stayed away for years
And my letters never arrived
Rubber stamped, ‘Return to Sender’
I miss my mother
because the bond was once so strong
I now realise my faults
as some of you would understand
to reunite someday soon
My love for my mama
For our bond is still so strong
The risk of exploding, it’s in everyone
But never forget every lost soul
Was once a lovin’ son.
We carry our fathers on our backs,
honey boys to their joys and violence,
absorbing their frustrations in memory
or dispersing their cries into indifferent winds.
Our hearts listen for the end of the cycle
powerless to the mind beating the rhythm anew
and the soul’s prayers for forgiveness
bounded in an eternal history of all tears.
Even Jesus felt betrayed by the father
and knew that peace only comes
with the last soft shuffle of dirt
and the new born son’s first scream.
10/30/2018 - Poetry form: Footle series - Copyright © Mark Toney | Year Posted 2018
Love's cornerstone set
Forty-five years together
Dear wife of my youth
Our sons, their wives, our lives full
May love's embrace continue...
~ to the moon and back ~
7/14/2018 - Poetry form: Tanka (plus a celestial reference) - Copyright © Mark Toney | Year Posted 2018
There is a little man
Staring at me,
Cradled in my arms,
With eyes so wide
It is as if
They could hold
All my stars.
And yet, to him,
I am the universe;
All the darkness
Around his innocence.
And in this galaxy
I will hold
His hands forever,
Cloaking these tiny fingers
In the astral winds
Always, my little man,
Clutched to the shores
Of my skin,
Forever sheltered by
The indestructible force that
Cannot be undone;
A gravity of love between
A mother and her son.
Written for my son when he was a tiny baby. How he has grown; yet, I feel the same <3
We aren't done yet
This isn't even a poem.
I’ve been seeing hella signs
But I ain’t need to clear my mind
I don’t even wanna rhyme
For the first time in a long time I feel fine.
Through pain and prayer I emerge
**** breath for the first time
and though I see not you, but a blur
I know you from the inside
hand held, I am walked with care
over linoleum and playground
and altar, to grow into myself,
cheek wiped. And then you let go
as all mothers must. But never leaving,
even when, ungrateful, my brittle ego
takes me far from you, pretending I can
find a space more sacred on my own
You gave me that dream.
And everything else—for you gave me life.
And although I must, trying to improve
on that is futile.
Written for Mum's 90th birthday
You always know my true heart, for it is yours and yours is mine.