This Mother’s Love

A poem of reflection by Monica Terry “AKA” Taptutor

 

Anxious to witness your first breath, in constant dread of your last

Bleaching out the blood, coffee and red wine stains of your not so stellar past

Will turn entire cities upside down when you’re off the radar

Nearly fulfilling profile of a cyber stalker demanding you “Change that Avatar”

Fearlessly race up to save you at a mountain’s highest pinnacle

Ignoring naysayers, haters, and  fairweather friends with comments so cynical

Message to the ruler of this world, HANDS OFF, can’t have my offspring

Fight to my last heartbeat, breath, and brainwave; every fiber of my being

To make sure you feel THIS MOTHER’S LOVE!

 

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Still Wasn’t Enough

A personification poem by Monica Terry

still-wasnt-enough

I remember being awakened on a warm Summer’s Eve to soft strokes at the foot of my Mountain Kilimanjaro and whispers at the banks of my Niger, Nile  and Zambezi Rivers.

The voices and the movements were unfamiliar to me.  This was another people.  Something different about the way they touched me and spoke about me.  I heard them speaking about how they would  pry out of me my precious minerals and jewels.

Who were these?  They did not belong to me.  They were not the ones that had taken care of me for centuries nor had an understanding of what I gave back to them in return.

As time went on, their softness turned to harshness as they touched  me; it went from caressing to groping at my mountains for my precious minerals, platinum, uranium and iron.  They bore so deep, ripping from me the gold and ravaging at my rich soil in search of my rich black oil.  Often I would smell the alcohol on their breath.

I wanted to yell STOP! But instead I tried to violently react with a sudden volcanic eruption that sent the newcomers scattering for safe ground.  But after the ash settled, they still came back.  It still wasn’t enough to make them leave.

I tried to deprive them various times of water with my occasional droughts, for I knew those that took care of me would know what to do. They could survive and adapt unlike the newcomers.  But it still wasn’t enough to make them leave.  Greed will make one madly blind.

They produced mining industries and forcibly took my beautiful diamonds, selling them to the highest bidders and forcing those that took care of me to grope and hack away in filthy conditions at gun point until they dropped dead.  100 million carats, and still…it wasn’t enough for them to leave.

Eventually the ones that took care of me began to disappear.  Many times, I saw them carted off in ships.  The times I dared to watch their fate, I saw them looking at me as if for the last time.  I mourned with them, for now my fate awaited me to be plundered all alone by the rapists with grubby hands.

After such disparity in socio-economic status, the ones that were left began to be indifferent to me.  They had been hardened and turned cold by the criminality of my stolen wealth.  My borders no longer provided them with what they needed…..protection.  They have tried in the past to revive my damaged areas, but the newcomers killed them.

The newcomers even divided me up into pieces and shared me with others that lust for my riches.  Once my rivers flowed freely from north to south and my mountains and valleys could be inhabited with no care or disputes.  There was even blood shed on my soil that I sorrowfully soaked up.  And it still was not enough to make it stop.

But now a new day has come.  I see the seeds of the ones that were kidnapped and taken away from me and they are strong.  They are fiercely growing into seedlings that sprout bigger into hardened trees with resilient bark.  They are saying NO MORE to my rape and my exploitation!  They are saying ENOUGH!

They are being heard all over the world, crying out for me, for them, for the wrongs that have been done to be addressed.  I see hope of my people returning to take care of me as in centuries past, and I will once again be a shelter for them.

I see that I need not be ashamed for being forced upon and defiled, for I was a victim of unthinkable crimes against me and my caretakers.  And finally, I am not alone in saying “ENOUGH”!

Recycled Capitalism

Blood soaked economic system, Private ownership

Solely for profits, Echoes ring from cracks of the whip

Old face Britain & Amsterdam, New face honors the Duke

New York’s stench from lies, Can’t mask the truth

Made legal to own African people, forced to build The Wall

Pillar of oppression, that Eagle, Babylon must fall

18th century slave code, Now born with bar code,

Auction block to auction market, 11 Wall Street Manhatten tortured souls sold

Stocks, bonds, mutual funds, Are we just derivatives

Of greed laden trades and transactions, Deliberate and annihilative

Auctioneer, broker, big board, Lehmen’s cotton,

Aetna’s insured slaves, Same players, different names & days, fleshly crops gone rotten

Sold to the highest bidder, Merrill and Goldman supply the collateral

Capitalism with a botched facelift, devil in the mathematicals

What goes up must descend, was never worthy to wear the crown,

be found blameless in these days,

Repent, seek truth, change wicked ways, be heavenbound

For the end will not delay

 

The Performance

Trained

Blistered

Feet

Engage

Shellacked

Layered

Wood

Creating

Beheld

Rhythmic

Masterpiece

One

Fleeting

Moment

photo credit:  Chicaco Artists Resource

What Are You G For?

G

 Greatness of His presence

R

Righteously judging between men

A

Awesome, His unconditional love

T

Tremendous forgiving of sin

I

Inspirational story of a People

T

Treasures of rain not fame

U

Unity of His he delights in

D

Deliverance makes end to pain

E

Everlasting GRATITUDE for His blessings, Cup seen as half full,

Positive mindset a must, Avoid negativity’s rule

 

Wanted, Long-term Workers

Job Description & Benefits:

Wanted, enthusiastic workers, immediately for hire,

Maximum job security, very few ever choose to retire

May require some travel to many extraordinary places

Pays in dividends such as smiles, hugs, and happy satisfied faces

Often as your clients age the job challenges may intensify

But not to worry, take blows to the chin, on the Father you can rely

Don’t be surprised that if in time clients take on your looks and ways

For job success, correct them when needed, but ALWAYS save room for praise

No experience required, make mental notes and train along the way

There’s no manual, so share your gained wisdom with co-workers without delay

You see this job has a huge network, we encourage reaching out to your peers

However, the measure of success may not be seen for many long & grueling years

The organizational chart is made of fathers, sisters, aunts, uncles and brothers

Bypass the glass ceiling by taking the wisdom of grandfathers and grandmothers

This job is of great importance, NO, not president,  scientist or actor on a sitcom 

For with gratitude I’ve had the pleasure of being blessed to serve in this job called “MOM”

I thank our Heavenly Father every day that I haven’t had to do it alone

For to raise a child with support from a village propels him to achieve every milestone

villagetoraisechildBig thanks to all of the parents, grandparents and extended family as well as friends that take part daily to make a positive impact in support of the children, our future.  Keep your head up and know that we all make a difference.  One love Ya’ll!👪❤💕

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Who Are We

We are those which are undeniable

Try as you may to sum us up, your formulas become unreliable

Exponential spiritual growth, magnified and powered by His Word.

Stereotypes smashed, obliterated, set free from those  bywords

Make a stand for truth, time quickly winding down

Exhibit faith although enemies will no doubt surround

Bnei Yisrael, your walk and talk mark you

We don’t fear being different, for we know who and what we pursue

Who Are We?

We are Children of Light, who walk by faith, execute what’s right

Strive to arrive at a new height, who fight to make the flesh an oversight,

So we can ultimately UNITE to heal the world from this diabolical plight……

AND TRULY EXIST AGAIN IN HIS IMAGE

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Garden Whisper

This poem and mood was inspired by my modest window garden.  I truly miss planting in the earth and having a big back yard, however, sometimes you have to stir what you got!  Be grateful in all that the Most High gives and He will increase what you have beyond your dreams.  Such order in nature and as I observe the growth of my tomato and melon plants, avocado, lemon and pomegranate trees, although small, I get a sense of calm as I care for them and watch the progress made from week to week.  Did you know that since the mid 80’s hospitals began to take advantage of the calming effect received by patients who suffer from pain and anxiety.  These are huge sources of stress that damage our immune systems.  So, test this theory out on a stressful day and take a stroll through a garden.  Even consider starting your own.  Even a window garden like mine can be beneficial.  Isn’t your health worth it?

Recycled Capitalism

Blood soaked economic system, Private ownership

Solely for profits, Echoes ring from cracks of the whip

Old face Britain & Amsterdam, New face honors the Duke

New York’s stench from lies, Can’t mask the truth

Made legal to own African people, forced to build The Wall

Pillar of oppression, that Eagle, Babylon must fall

18th century slave code, Now born with bar code,

Auction block to auction market, 11 Wall Street Manhatten tortured souls sold

Stocks, bonds, mutual funds, Are we just derivatives

Of greed laden trades and transactions, Deliberate and annihilative

Auctioneer, broker, big board, Lehmen’s cotton,

Aetna’s insured slaves, Same players, different names & days, fleshly crops gone rotten

Sold to the highest bidder, Merrill and Goldman supply the collateral

Capitalism with a botched facelift, devil in the mathematicals

What goes up must descend, was never worthy to wear the crown,

be found blameless in these days,

Repent, seek truth, change wicked ways, be heavenbound

For the end will not delay

 

Glass Box

The girl sat alone in her own glass box

Observing others in theirs

Her box labled Dancer

Another’s marked Teacher

The next, Doctor…and an endless line of labeled boxes followed

A voice called out and asked,

“What are you?”

The girl nervously replied, “I guess I’m a dancer, that’s what the label says”

“Come out, my child”, the calm, still voice softly commanded

“Can I?…. should I?” said the timid girl. “But what will people think?”

And the voice said, “Let me worry about that and just be what I created you to be.”

As she slowly opened the door, still a bit intimidated, she took one step out of the glass

With the next step, she noticed her neighbor’s glass door opening

Before she knew it, others were doing the same

They felt free for the first time to become who they were

Free of labels and endless possibilities