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Mother Goddesses Lullaby

I wipe away all your tears

That humanity have wept for a thousand years

I take you into my arms and say

That things were never meant to be this way

I sing a song and it lulls you to sleep

I hold you tight when you weep

I give you love and I give you hope

I take away the pain and dope

I love you dear and I love you all

All the big ones and the small

I hold you close in my arms

I protect you all from all the harm

Everyone is cherished and they are loved

I can’t hold you when I’m above

So this is why I am in your arms

To keep you warm and safe with my charms

Nothing bad and nothing evil

Is going to get near you

For a mothers love is a precious thing

Especially when you are crumbling

So in my arms you are safe and warm

The goddess loves her precious swarm

She holds you close and wipes your tears

And promises to stay always near

 

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Inktober 2018 – Day 25 – Coraline’s evil mother

Inktober day 25 – Coraline’s evil mother

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Lies, truth and love

Locked in cold stone walls
Shut away and forgotten
Forbidden to live a life
By those who are mean and rotten
Lied about by your torturer
Hissed at by their friends
A mystery to others
Yet no one helps you mend
People accuse you of being the trouble
People accuse you of being bad
Yet nobody knows that the woman they love
Is evil and nasty and mad
Some have seen the truth, a glimpse
But unsure, they look on
And eventually I run away again
And hope that I can belong
But away I went and then there was more
Trouble and lies and hate
But the people who witness the things going on
Think it is I who has caused this fate
They won’t be told that someone they like
Have two sides to their personality
Instead they decide to add to my torment
Thinking they are defending their mother, naturally
But they don’t remember I am not the only one
She has kept in the dark and cold
I am one of three and she hates two
But the oldest one, he never knew
He won’t accept the truth
My father is lovely and it pains me to say
I might never get to see him again
Because she rules him, and he won’t come
To visit me and his grandson
Because she lies to all around, that she gives him a choice to come around
But she doesn’t you see, the truth is this
She would rant and she would spit
If he came knocking at my door
So until she dies, I’ll see him no more

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art, feminism and technology

Yesterday I decided to paint something that was emotionally lead and unplanned; the result was a horrible mess of gloomy colors around a shadow person bleeding from the upper thighs. When done, I reflected on my emotions and they took me to a place I wasn’t sure was a factor mentally. A place where I am screaming about feminism going too far, a place where I see lackluster mothers at the school gates waiting for their children to come out, only for them to act like they’re not home when they go, ignoring their children’s existence and having one child after another.

I was feeling strongly about this because I am a mother, I have a five year old little boy and I wanted so much to give him siblings, but due to ill health I was and still am unable to fulfil that. I come from a family where having lots of children is expected by and large (particularly on my father’s side), but also a family where fertility doesn’t last past 35 (on my mother’s side) and I am 32 right now and so far, I seem to have all the health problems of my maternal side of the family.

I crave to play with my child, go out with my child, have fun with my child, but due to sickness a lot of events I have to miss due to being bed bound. Unfortunately or blessedly in many cases, I have a child that is far too independent for his age, he is strong emotionally, he doesn’t need me as much as most five year olds need their mothers. He is unusually mature and above average intelligence academically. He would rather read quietly alone, listen to Lady Gaga music, play dress up, do painting, all alone. I offer to play with him regularly and his response literally is “No thank you, I want to play alone” or “Not now, I am listening to music”. I can’t even tempt him with treats, because he is unusually moderate for a child. You give him a whole bag of candies and he will never eat more than 12 small ones. Now you’re probably thinking he is a dream child and to many modern mothers he is, but to me, he is a nightmare come true in some respects. I wanted children, because I am a big kid, I am imaginative and naturally playful and I have to admit I am rather crestfallen at how serious my little one is turning out to be.

I see children running around screaming, playing tricks, wanting attention all the time; “mummy play with me”, “mummy hug me”, “mummy, mummy, mummy”. My little boy isn’t like that.

I am surprised he likes being alone at home and playing quietly because he is also naturally gregarious; he will super socialise with everyone outside of the house and will do things in large groups of friends, teachers at his school has said he is unusual for this. He is very caring and sharing, creative and fun with other children and even other adults outside of the house – but inside the house and with other relatives, he acts too adult for me.

I am not sure which personality is his natural one, the one when he is at home or the one when he is at school or going out with me.

I scream at feminism going too far because a lot of women these days are forced to be equal whether they like it or not, to the extent that women’s rights have taken rights away from the traditional women. Women have to work to support the bills even if they are married because of their financial difficulties. Therefore a lot of women have careers and in my opinion, hardly know their children because of it. Feminism and women’s right’s aren’t the only factor here though; the increasing dependence on technology is another problem. Women are known to be very social at the best of times with other women, therefore women are never away from their mobile phones or tablets or social media websites. Women are more dedicated to their relationships with other adults and their gadgets than they are with their children and what is worse, they are encouraging their children to have the same unhealthy relationship of being plugged-in to any type of computing device, just to get them out of mummy’s hair.

Feminism and technology together are slowly killing the mothering instinct. It has been proven through generational breeding various animals that after several generations of having their off-spring cared for by others, the mothering instinct dies and even if forced to rear their young the mothers usually have forgotten how; breastfeeding for example, is a skill lost to a majority of women these days because of the access to formula milk, so much so that breastfeeding has become a taboo in public and a taboo subject to discuss. How ridiculous the world is becoming! I truly believe this is a serious problem and I plan on writing a story about this soon.

Keep in tune.

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mother of the night

Delicately my footsteps follow a path through the forest of night

I am overshadowed by things of delight

The mossy branches overhang above my head

I am dancing a weave through the crowded trees

I disturb a spider in its web

Tiptoeing graciously into a clearing

I find the moon shining bright

I take the hood off from my head

And bathe in its light

My time is midnight

And it is night here

I hold all nightly things close to my chest

For to me, they are dear

I am the mother of the night

My children are the stars

I know only peace at night

Away from the morning scars

I whisper wishes onto all

Of dreams that may come true

I am the whispers of the night you know

My voice it heals and soothes

I’ll lull you into sleep each night

Away from daily woes

You always follow in my footsteps

But you will never know

I am the mother of the night

The children are my stars

For you all shine brightly in my dark

And I keep you in my jars

I hang you up in the darkened sky

To shine your radiant lights

So you can light the path for me, the mother of the night

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I shall save them

I’ve seen innocence distorted by the pains of their past

Little children with angel faces, ruined, their expressions turned to glass

Their eyes like lost souls call out to me in their hell…

They say…

Hello, is anybody out there?  Please tell

Fading dreams of hope wrap around them till they choke

Contorted they maintain hardness to the world around them

I shall answer their prayers and their pain I shall end

I am the mother of mercy and I hear their little cries

I will come to save them; I will bring a sun to their skies

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Biscuit break

I love the crumbliness of my biscuit

Its sweet textured taste, covered with jam

I savor the moment I am with my biscuit

I sit back and relax if I can

Put my feet up and think of nothing but the biscuit

Nothing but its taste and I hope my children don’t find me

The thought makes me feel disgraced

They are outside playing; I hope they don’t come in

Well not until I’ve had my biscuit

Or they’ll want one too and my head will start drumming

Oh leave me be with my biscuit

Oh leave me alone for a while

I like to eat this little bit of luxury in style

Now my biscuit is gone and done, I realized I wasn’t relaxing

My thoughts turned onto the children, my thoughts were over reacting

Oh well, maybe next time, like when they are at school

I can spare five minutes, to not react at all

Sitting back down with my biscuit when they are doing math

That’s what I’ll do tomorrow, whilst I have my bath

 

 

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wading through the muck

We are all raised in the same planet, Earth it’s called but we all live in different worlds

I was raised in a world of violence, isolation, racism, religion and fear

I never understood why those values my mother held dear?

I learned another way, wading through the dirt

Clenching on for dear life with all the various hurts

I needed to find a better life, one that suited me

When I finally did this, from a violent life I was free

But it’s difficult chasing dreams like these

For parents hold you back

And make you think like them under siege then thwack

If you question their damning ways, they hold you down, suffocating you in waves

Of anger, of pity and fear

But if you have a peaceful dream, hold on to it dear

Life will find a way to help you, to pull you through the muck

Then someday you’ll turn around and say goodbye you fucks!

 

 

 

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for our mother, father and heirs

First and foremost I’d like to say, don’t let this world of ours fade away

This earth is for our mother, father and heirs

They at least, deserve clean air

Respect our lands, respect our seas, for is there another world that we can reach?

If not, then we are doomed, unless you have time for changes, this I assume

We all need to make an effort; we can’t carry on like this

We need to find a better way, or else this world we’ll miss

Don’t treat the world amiss

 

 

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I wish I was a big tractor

I wish I was a big tractor that ploughed the vast farmlands

Roaring from my engine, carrying a man

Cutting up the fields all day, making everything clear

We are making all the land better for next year!

This poem was inspired by my three year old son Henry, who I heard singing alone this morning “I wish I was a big tractor” followed by some humming, this isn’t a song I know of, so I thought I would create a poem just for him, or maybe one day, it will turn into a children’s rhyme?

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