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 neseemoo
Joined: 6/2/2006
Msg: 1
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Sisters like Rainbows and Autumn inspired this thread with a beautiful poems about Mothers and daughters. And there are so many brothers and sisters on here who dedicate their verse to the great Mother, and the Earth. I think it’s high time for a thread celebrating the Mother in all of her ways! Sons and daughters all, please bring your hymns to her here!.
I’m bringing some of mine.
 neseemoo
Joined: 6/2/2006
Msg: 2
Patchworking lines for the Mother
Posted: 10/30/2006 1:16:49 PM
Dedicated to the Black Madona, and her Son.

Soot covered, they found her.
And with tender care and patients brought her back.
Decorated her with apples.

Centuries of burning candles.
Her darkness is the receptiveness of light.
She holds the light of the candles in her.
Beings the hopes and prayers into herself
Absorbing them like the night sky holds stars
Each candle soot a prayer.
She holds them all over her.

All within her.

And her son.
He moves them through
His own pain and wanting
His own perspective on light
His bliss and joys
And plays with the words to express them
Centuries later
Here.
 neseemoo
Joined: 6/2/2006
Msg: 3
Patchworking lines for the Mother
Posted: 10/30/2006 1:17:35 PM
She moves through me, she moves through all
If you allow her in .
Ripples of earth, waves washing through
Damp green moments between.
The rising and falling and hold….
Intensity growing..
First face is presenting it’s light
beacon steady glowing.
The final ripping bursting forth
As sacred water flows
The final cut, the first breath drawn
And always that she knows.
The dance of stars holding their time
The light they enter in
Form the dreams and hopes of this life
The challenge will begin.
Lines of blood and lines of life
Here gathered into skeins
Weave with the colours of the stars
Tapestry codes in genes
This life is yours, what you have spun
From all you have described
For every breath you drew on earth
And all thoughts you inscribed
Will weave your destiny and choice
Of what you will make here
With statement of self in full form
She grants you your free will.
 neseemoo
Joined: 6/2/2006
Msg: 4
Patchworking lines for the Mother
Posted: 10/30/2006 1:18:04 PM
My roots
pushing through stone
and reaching river.
I quiver.
From the sunlight
Making me shiver
With delight.
More roots
Reach the fecundity
Draw from her
Stability.
Anchored there am I.
Generations of roots
Etched on my rings
That rap around us
Singing
The songs of our ancestors.
In all of the languages.
Including Babylon
 neseemoo
Joined: 6/2/2006
Msg: 5
Patchworking lines for the Mother
Posted: 10/30/2006 1:18:35 PM
She is the spaces between the stars

She is darkness that holds space for light

She is blackness which receives all colour

She is silky and milky and dark

She appears where they do not want her to

And in her presence

Awareness

Awakens

Another


They cannot paint her face
The candlelight will blacken it

Still.
 neseemoo
Joined: 6/2/2006
Msg: 6
Patchworking lines for the Mother
Posted: 10/30/2006 1:20:15 PM
She is the river flowing ever
Filled and renewed
Sunk deep into the beds
Lapping the shores

She is the waterfall tumbling dizzy heights
Crashing against the rocks
To pool into sacred oasis
At the end of the fall..

She is the wave crashing
The beach wanting ever more
Pounding the shores
It is she, who rises to catch the waves

She is pulsing through the veins
Pumping through the heart
And out into creation
Exploding into bliss
 neseemoo
Joined: 6/2/2006
Msg: 7
Patchworking lines for the Mother
Posted: 10/30/2006 1:28:05 PM
And the woman fled into the wilderness, where she hath a place, prepared of god., that they should feed her there a thousand two hundred and three score days…..
Or years.
It’s only
A matter of perspective.
Really.
Which sun do you revolve around,
Anyway?
How long can she wait?
How long is the evolution of the Universe,
Anyway?

So then….
And the woman was arrayed in purple and scarlet colour, and decked with gold and precious stones and pearls, having a golden cup in her hand …….
Like Aphrodite, or he Queen of cups in tarot…
She who knows all…
Sees all…
And is condemned for her knowing.

For all nations have drunk of the wine of the wrath of her fornication, and the kings of the earth have committed fornication with her, and the merchants of the earth are waxed rich through the abundance of her delicacies.
And she is delicious, after all, this is what seduction is about.
So punish her.
You have already with your indifference,
your distain,
for what is real,
Anyway?

And the kings of the earth, who have committed fornication and lived deliciously with her, shall bewail her, and lament for her, when they shall see the smoke of her burning,
Oh ya they burned for her alright. When their wives were away.
Same every where.
All over the world.
Shame.
That’s what it is.


And in her was found the blood of prophets, and of saints, and of all that were slain upon the earth.
So good thing she had daughters.
To carry on the bloodline
And all.
Always.
Anyway.
 Shadow Queen
Joined: 5/23/2006
Msg: 8
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Patchworking lines for the Mother
Posted: 10/30/2006 2:07:08 PM
just stopping in to read this time
oh, Nes....how impressive are you
you write all these things
that we all wish we could
not knowing how to articulate
quite like you

this is a beautiful thread
i will definately be back to post some....
 neseemoo
Joined: 6/2/2006
Msg: 9
Patchworking lines for the Mother
Posted: 10/30/2006 4:05:29 PM
This is dedicated to those who are her handmaidens, like you Shadow sister. Thank you.


She weaves with lavender and sage
Which she picks in the moonlight
from her garden
Plaiting them together and binding them with her own
Dark hair.
She makes them into offerings.

And leaves them at the doors
Of the sick, or the sad.
Heartbreak moves her fingers the fastest.
She knows that can put someone’s light out fast.

She watches them puzzle over their mornings findings.
Wrapped up in the morning newspaper,
Or laid gently in a mailbox.
Some of them throw them away, true
But most, smell them, and smile.
Then look around as if expecting
Someone else.

They look right through her.
With her darkness in this land of whiteness
Where she comes to clean the houses
And heal the pain
That she sees
Everywhere.
 neseemoo
Joined: 6/2/2006
Msg: 10
Patchworking lines for the Mother
Posted: 10/30/2006 4:13:58 PM
Silver silent slipstream moon
I want to walk on the trail you make
across the still waters.
But that is saved for your sons,
This majic art
Not for your daughters.
 neseemoo
Joined: 6/2/2006
Msg: 11
Patchworking lines for the Mother
Posted: 10/30/2006 4:15:58 PM
My dear father has made an art of heaven
Hollow promises in his name
A kingdom to come, but no Queendom, I noticed.
Thy will you say on earth? No way. Can’t be what you want.
So what’s in Heaven anyway?
Giving us each day whatever we think we want,
Bread, dough, (what about the wheat allergic? Huh?)
So I know you forgive us all anyway, but this forgive us our debts thing has me going.
(No more Mastercard? If life were like this we wouldn’t need credit cards! Maybe that’s why we have them! We keep hearing that if we say this prayer every day, you’ll take care of the debts? kewl!!!)
And so I guess we forgive those who owe us. Well. That’ll stop the victim stuff, self pity stuff, all that shite, so sounds good. Ok.
Lead us not into temptation? Sooo. Flip was right! You’ve been behind it all along! Leading us into temptation to see if we were stronger than you? Come on. Give me a break. Deliver us from evil. How did evil get us in the first place Father if you were looking after us? I don’t know, I’m going to go see what living with Mother has to offer.

Our Mother who paints the heavens
Sacred be her name
She shares her queendom with all
And grants free will on earth
As it is elsewhere in the universe.
Growing all we need to feed, clothe, and play with
She lets us away with everything in hopes that we will learn
And understand that others are just as dumbassed and stupid as us.
So we stop judging ourselves and thus others.
She doesn’t believe in evil, just in lost children scared and lonely
That she allows to take their time
Coming home, as women and men.
 alyosha
Joined: 8/20/2006
Msg: 12
Patchworking lines for the Mother
Posted: 10/30/2006 4:32:35 PM
Neither Mother nor Father,
who have done their work
and left to us the earth,
to make of it either a Heaven
or a Hell, according to our will...

Our kingdom has not yet come
because of the several, warring kingdoms
we have made.

This day we make our daily bread.
Tomorrow, may we make it for others,
for those who ask for bread
but are given stones,
who ask for actual bread
or the bread of understanding,
of respect, of compassion,
but are given stones.

And may we learn
that the worst trespass of all
is to trespass on another’s soul,
and when we truly learn
to forgive ourselves
then we might learn
to forgive others.

As for temptation,
what is the good of it
if we don’t give in
now and then - but may we learn
to choose the most honourable ones.

For then ours shall be the kingdom,
the humility, and the freedom
from fear that keeps us,
at times, from love.
 Shadow Queen
Joined: 5/23/2006
Msg: 13
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Patchworking lines for the Mother
Posted: 10/30/2006 7:09:42 PM
Oh, Mother, show me the way
light my path,
spark my imagination
allow me into your secret
places
your intimate
spaces
invite me into you
it is there i will
expand and
purify myself
while running with the
wolves
of your creation
 neseemoo
Joined: 6/2/2006
Msg: 14
Patchworking lines for the Mother
Posted: 10/30/2006 7:30:16 PM
Ohhh yaaa.
Wow Shadow. I love those stories too. You spoke the essence. Love that about your poetry.
And Aloysha, yes written in exactly that tone! Please feel free to bring any Mamma poetry and feel free to be inspired into more... will be back in a few days, am away patchworking life for the Mother!
 rainbowsend
Joined: 9/4/2006
Msg: 15
Patchworking lines for the Mother
Posted: 10/31/2006 3:01:29 PM
Some awesome work you have posted here, nesemoo! I think this is going to be an excellent thread, and thank you for starting it.
 rainbowsend
Joined: 9/4/2006
Msg: 16
Patchworking lines for the Mother
Posted: 10/31/2006 3:04:20 PM
Weaver

Oh, mother of my mind, the weaver
of my heart, body and soul, today I come
in repentance for judgement offered.
For your hands have created no less than your best,
no - more than your best - and in your weaving of me
your gifts have been offered but for my acceptance.
It is not for me now to question the decisions
that once I saw as fault, but to now count them
as blessings offered to the soul that now
has become my intricate fabric, your weaving
part of the tapestry that is now what I rejoice
to call my life.

And yet, that very life, that fabric,
with which I am now so enamoured,
would have been not a thread, not a stitch,
if not for you. In even the least of the ways
in which you were the weaver, the journey of my life
has been coloured, sewn, and woven
by your blessings with which I have been anointed.
And even in your errors, woven now as knots and gaps
into that most brilliant tapestry, the fabric that you wove
is splendid for your pains.
 rainbowsend
Joined: 9/4/2006
Msg: 17
Patchworking lines for the Mother
Posted: 10/31/2006 3:07:32 PM
Oh, amen to that poem of yours, alyosha!
 om
Joined: 5/28/2006
Msg: 18
Patchworking lines for the Mother
Posted: 11/1/2006 5:39:48 PM
I am not proud of my ‘whiteness’ , NO!
My skin is just a cover.
I am proud however,
To be a son of-- Mother

cool thread neseemoo!
 neseemoo
Joined: 6/2/2006
Msg: 19
Patchworking lines for the Mother
Posted: 11/1/2006 6:19:36 PM
Thank you Rainbow, for that Beautiful wisdom in poetry. You are so wise.
Hey Om! Got to a computer after all! So glad to have a son of the Mother here.
 Autumn Fantasy
Joined: 8/14/2006
Msg: 20
Patchworking lines for the Mother
Posted: 11/1/2006 6:49:11 PM
Oh mother of patience
Understanding and love
I bow to you
For all you give unconditionally
For the eyes you have in the back of your head
And such is our destiny
It is through our children that we see
More clearly our own path
It is through our children that we have become
Unselfish
And through our children wisdom grows
With each experience
We open ourselves wider
Fulfillment
A blessing
The dream of that little butterfly
Tickling our insides as it grows
What an amazing feeling
Only a mother knows.

From one mother of daughters to another - thank you Neseemoo
 neseemoo
Joined: 6/2/2006
Msg: 21
Patchworking lines for the Mother
Posted: 11/1/2006 6:56:56 PM
Awww, thank you Autumn. Wonderful poem. Butterflies tickling,perfect! and it dosn't stop after they are born does it? My 24 year old still tickles me. I feel it in my womb if they are hurt or in trouble, even now. What a great blessing, to be a Mother to daughters isn't it? Lifes Joy and serious soul stretching too!
 Autumn Fantasy
Joined: 8/14/2006
Msg: 22
Patchworking lines for the Mother
Posted: 11/1/2006 7:29:48 PM
My oldest daughter just turned 23 and a couple of hours ago I received a text message from her. She flew to Boston to see her boyfriend. Her head and ears are pounding from the flight and she needed some tlc. That's the beauty of having girls - they will always be your little girls.
 Shadow Queen
Joined: 5/23/2006
Msg: 23
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Patchworking lines for the Mother
Posted: 11/2/2006 8:45:54 AM
just beautiful, Autumn! i, too, have daughters
they are still quite young, but i find a peace in them
i have found nowhere else


little ones, imagine
take your minds out to play
never fear words and tears
they help us have our say
take a trip to paris
do all that you desire
when you're cold and lonely
come, sit by my fire
regale me with your stories
of life and love and soul
keep a part of me with you
wherever you should go
i find a peace in you
i have found in no other
you'll always be my heart
all my love,
your mother


simple, i know....but, it says it more clearly than i can say out loud
 rainbowsend
Joined: 9/4/2006
Msg: 24
Patchworking lines for the Mother
Posted: 11/3/2006 5:18:11 AM
And then there is our First Mother:

Oh, Mother Earth, the mother of all motherhood,
daily we tread upon your sacred ground.
May we care for you!
May we hold in high regard your rushing rivers
and your sparkling streams, and may
our footsteps gently fall on your sweet soil.
May we respect you!
May we bestow your blessed bounty
on one and all, and let no woman,
man, or child go hungry for our hoarding.
May we share you!

May we hold in reverent hands
your fragrant loam and polished pebbles, and may
we see that every stick and stone upon your surface
contains within itself the essence of Creator.
May we honour you!
And may we pray and ply for peace upon your lands
and not destroy them in our futile wars.
May we cherish you!
 alyosha
Joined: 8/20/2006
Msg: 25
And yet each of us has had a mother
Posted: 11/3/2006 2:00:55 PM
Each of us has had a mother.
We knew her only in that singular,
huge role, those life- and comfort-giving
breasts, those arms on which we rested
as we suckled, as securely as we ever would
in our lovers’ arms, our fortress built
upon a hill or in some gated or otherwise
safe community. We knew her in those eyes
that looked down tenderly as we drank
from her. Before we had words we did not
think her “mother” but life. We were
a perfect, closed symbiotic system
then: she gave life to us and we
gave her an occasion to love
beyond her wildest dreams. We never knew
her as the one-time school-girl, dreamer
of diverse dreams, the bride, young wife,
that once she’d been. We did not know her
as Mabel or Kate or Jessica or Ann,
those names and personae by which others
knew and cherished--or chafed-–her.

And we grew up to be bankers or poets,
fathers or mothers ourselves. Some of us,
alas, troubled by this or that, grew up
cruel or confused, lashing out.
Some of us are dry, wretched, bitter
and aching to hurt someone or other.
And yet each of us has had a mother.


J. Newman © 03Nov06
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