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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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

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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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

 

What’s My Motivation?

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Woke up this morning, feeling relieved to see another day, but mind resisting the waves of tasks that come in to invade and away,  then suddenly comes that recurring flood that I call…..Sunday.

Body tired cause once again thought I could cheat my circadian rhythm, into thinking I could only sleep five hours, battle of the mind, brain schism, right versus left brain then back to realism.

Just the adversary trying to get me to doubt my ability that the Almighty Father has instilled in me to aid in the execution of each and every task with precision and agility.

“So what’s my motivation” I thought to myself.

Could it be that my children need me to get out of this warm & cozy bed?  Not ready yet, doubts swirling, body aches, brain dead; in creeps a still voice whispering, “Fear not, don’t dread!”

So I choose to listen to it instead

Maybe it’s my morning prayers that beg to be recited, that give me wisdom to conquer spiritual battles, and if failed could leave me over-excited and yes, ……even indicted

Then I put into the forefront of my mind that those that came to be at some time or were born blind, would gladly wake up eager to not only read,  but be extremely inclined To engulf the beauty around them that we so often think…….. “never mind”

What’s my motivation?

Do I get up today for that 9 to 5 that’s mos def not in the 5 year plan to keep us alive, not to mention help our children to propel forward and thrive

Then, yet again, that still voice said, “Rise and see what marvelous things await you today

Let Me worry about the tasks, the problems and your pay.  Each time you awake, see it as a present or even a bouquet.

From Me my child

It’s up to us to figure out how to use that present in order to be of service to Him

and a blessing to others just like the bouquet of flowers, petals and stem

He is my perpetual motivation, for without Him, I surely would cease to exist

The still voice has and always will be my Creator urging me to persist

Thank you Heavenly Father for your mercy, this gift, and the bouquet

and all of the many blessings from the past and future ones you are sending my way