Mother

Life such an unkind blessing at times
Tortured by demons pursued by curses
Given children who did not understand
Sacrifices punctuated by blasphemies and unuttered verses

A voice that longed to sing
Silenced by shame and fear
A soul that longs to soar
Fettered by those who will not even shed a tear

Mother I forgive all
Mamma I ask forgiveness in return
Dear God, what would I be
Without the lessons, from you, I've learned

I will champion your freedom
Where I failed you before
If I showed disrespect
I will err no more

Your bravery, valor, never again in question
Your music running through my veins
Your imagination, your joy, will live
Your family will not fail you again

Life, was not wasted
Lessons, great teacher, have been learned
Liberation, brave soul, you shall find
Love, dear mother, has been earned

The ghouls will not have you
To poke and prod  nor dissect you as you languish
For once mom, I will not fail
I will allow you to see the finish

Heaven will open unto you
If such a place exist for anyone
If there is justice, honor, or strength in me
So help me, I will do my duty as your son

Tomorrow mother, your children will come
In your defense, we will fight
Give you peace and dignity
Those things you earned by right

Mamma, I love you
The tears I cry, are tears of shame
For every time, no matter why
I ever cursed your name

I know the value
Of you above all others
She who gave me life
My dear sweet loving Mother


Margy Clark Born to miners, lived as a teacher and nurse care giver, fighting for her children who'll never forget.  Sacrificing for babes that have grown fierce.  Mother, teacher, nurse, friend, human, sweet spirit who deserves peace.  Gladys and I will fight for you mom.  So help me God.

And Still

At the first glance

I was done, I knew

I had no chance

It has always been you

Battered dreams

Feeble hopes, false starts

Advances, retreats, all tearing at the seams

Alone, a glass, a hotel room and Makers Mark

Stranded in paradise

Etta swings and I sing mournful and out of key 

Salted water hiding in my eye

What would you think, if you could see

Night and day, baby it's you

No matter who I'm with 

Regardless of what I do

Memories passing through bring me bliss

Pour another plastic cup

In my solitude, Billie surely knew

Perhaps, I should just give up

Hold no dream to get me through

Damn the thoughts that keep me sparkin'

Cursed hunger yearning to taste those lips

Purgatory, torturous hell, lovely voice to which I hearken

Longing for pleasures between those hips

O' divine vision, obsession, since first impression

Sate me, release me, kill me a thousand times

Lift me from this fool's deception

Release me Lord from passion's crimes

But prisoner I will ever be

A sweet and bitter pill

Forever locked and chained by she

Love's prisoner, laying here, quiet, and still

Roger H. P. Clark

The Necromata
(RM)

On the Death of Noble Rat

Some would say you were only a rat

Vermin, source of disease and destroyer of property

I was content to let you live because you offered no insult

You committed no crimes against me

I denied you your sources of food

I hoped you would just leave

But you were cunning and still you thrived

I admired you and your perseverance

You began to destroy wires and chew through things

Much as I might, if left to starve

You fought to live

You fought to survive

In my anger, I set plan in motion

I would be avenged for having to repair that which you had broken

I laid trap, and bait and I would wait

And in my snare you would fall

My "genius" bore fruit

You did succumb

And as you lay helpless

My hammer fell ending your spark

I name myself villain

My new name fiend

But how to make recompense

How to cleanse my sin

I will honor you, adversary

I will fast and pray

That your small soul will find home

That your journey will begin anew

As for me there is no pride

I will not be hypocrite adding to my crime

I will simply say this chapter is done

And move on and hope to do better than before

I name you Noble Rat