| General Poetry
posted May 1, 2018
It's a hard but rewarding job being a mom
You have some real tough days, being a mother.
It's a rough stay being a mother.
Your family screams " Hey, Moooom" for everything, just as you get in bed at night,
As if the kids don't fight enough you have to break it up anyway being a mother.
No one will help you clean, or even get off their butts,
forget the makeup and powder puffs, some days you just want them all to go away being a mother.
You threaten to spank them, or ground them but that doesn't work,
some days you need a good set of handcuffs and I ain't even trying to play, being a mother
I can't imagine never hearing "Hey, Mom, I love you" in those special moments
and at the end of the day there's no role i'd rather portray being a mother.
and 2 member cents.
A Ghazal is a poem that is made up like an odd numbered chain of couplets, where each couplet is an independent poem. It should be natural to put a comma at the end of the first line. The Ghazal has a refrain of one to three words that repeat, and an inline rhyme that preceedes the refrain. Lines 1 and 2, then every second line, has this refrain and inline rhyme, and the last couplet should refer to the authors pen-name... The rhyming scheme is AA bA cA dA eA etc.
These Aged Pines
Amid lush fern carpet stand perpending pillars;
Into broad canopy rise impending pillars.
Shady gloom in quiet calm hangs perpetual
Neath enshrouding shelter of attending pillars.
Ringlets firm encircle hearts of antiquity,
Deeply shielded within great suspending pillars.
More than stately; more than magnificently made,
High up into heavens reach transcending pillars.
Among elder giants Zahhar walks astonished,
His heart held uplifted by extending pillars.
Copyright © 2006 Erin Thomas
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