PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

The silver rule: to do some good for others.

The golden rule.. to

love others as we love ourselves. Some rare ones follow the diamond rule..

they silently love their families more than themselves.



(to Marge S)

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TEACHERS' WORDS



Our mother is a master artist..

her sculpted and carved animals

are perfect and simple, with

unique vision.. the cat with curled

tail circumscribing her haunches,

the happy whale, the lion with

a straw mane, the pelican

by the pier ..



an envious teacher downplayed

their merit.. and my mother

never attempted sculpting again



FIVE A.M. MOTHER



5 A.M.. Mother rises..

in the dark.. to begin another

19 hour day.. to take care

of her invalid husband.. make

lunches for the children and breakfast

.. before she goes to her full day's

job.... comes home.. works more

.. goes to bed at midnight



'don't think of a white elephant'

they say.. and white elephants

appear in your mind



Mother's getting up..

made us want to sleep





BABY BIRD OF HIS HEART





      God entrusted

    the baby bird of his heart

   into the nest of his mother's

    hands coupling



    that with each beat

   of her heartdrum she repeat

   his name

  and make of her nested

                hands a cup ling



DESTINY'S MOTHER



Destiny's sire

is desire.

Destiny's mother

is heartfire.

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Clouds of emotion

have blown away

One sees and hears

the teacher stars



FAITHFUL FATHER



He had several children..

and worked hard to

lift them to their dreams

all of them are now wealthy..

he himself lives simply

.. near the poverty line..

always cogitating

how to do for them..

planning what to leave

for them.. working still

2 jobs



FOALING SEA



Upon the shoals

the rough sea foals

and leaves behind

colt tidewrack scrolls



FATHER'S LAP



Like little children

crawling joyfully

on a father's lap

.. vine tendrils trustingly

reach out toward a fat

tree trunk



IMPERFECT MAN



Why do we sometimes

love an imperfect man

more than a master

or even God?

Because his constant

warm love we can feel.

Because his charismatic

love to us is real.



LAKE'S LULLABY LAPPING



The lake's lullaby

lapping

.. rocking and

cradling loons

in her love





a tiny mirror

of

the cradling

of the

everlasting

Lord of Love





MOTHER WOLF



To her baby pups

.. a mother wolf is a saint.

To her baby cubs

.. a mother lion is a saint.

To her babies

.. the mother anteater

is a saint.



Every soul

has guardian angels..

speeding the unfolding of

the divinity within.





MY SISTER



My sister the aircraft carrier

    Floating in sea that thousands may fly

         My sister the mother bird restrained

             that her nestlings may.. soar in the sky

    My sister the lake remaining in quarry

         that thirsty babes may come to drink

              My sister the master with eyes so starry

                 carrying more weight that others not sink



   My sister the last to leave the ship

        making sure that all others are safe

             My sister the Statue of Liberty

                 taking all weary .. all starving heart waifs



  My sister the flower who blooms

     where she's planted

           that lonely bees may come to sup

                 My sister the gentle ear which

                 listens

                 and gives all of her heart's

                 always full loving cup



                 (to N)