The Immortal Wize

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my mother she fed us
she brought us things
when she could she never
picked us up from fallen
down she told us to get up
off the ground she yelled
she fussed she cussed she
beat us we all feared her wrath
we were most content when we
heard her laugh she never
gave us keys to her house
if we stayed out late she
locked us out after knocking
us over our head she made sure
we were fed before going to bed
she always told us she would
take us out but we never
left the house don't know
if times were better then
I know we didn't do what
she told us we bet not do
I was 7 when I felt like
I first met her I'm just here
writing stuff I still remember

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		LP45 says: Awesome capture Wize. This bring back similar memories of the way things were when I was young. My mom didn't play. With anyone's kids! She was a school bus driver for 41 years. She looked out for everybody. I'm glad she's still hanging in there! Thanks for the memories! Peace and blessings! poems by this commentor Behind Closed Doors God Is My Peace of Mind Brown Eyes
		mlowe5 says: Remember, "Boy, if you don't get up and wipe them tears, I'll 'slap' all the black off you!" I now know that the pain of the PaPa's razor strap was to make sure i never forgot the words that was be said and the lesson taught. "Boy, I'll kill you myself before I let them white folks put you in jail!" Thanks for the memorable share, Poet Wize. Peace and Love, M. Lowe. poems by this commentor An Amphibian Moment... Twined Poetic Mothering... ON THE BATTLEFIELD OF HOPE

OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY The Immortal Wize

In Depth

poetry is improvised it suffers in silence competing with the evolution of expression attempting to unalive it can we revive it when it's obvious its losing popularity and becoming less appealing am I reaching too far to bring back the feeling how do we cope with the decline it's simple we write more poetry problem solved

No Thanks

if I can't come over for tacos on Tuesday don't bother inviting over on Thursday for turkey

Thrust Upon A Time

she's wicked he's evil people melting over blue and red meanwhile pink and green seep between cracks in the script

Here We Go Again

the water is getting deeper waves are getting higher earth is on a warpath wind is calm for now I hear there will be fire next time but what about this time if you were given a chance for one last dance would you take it or stand with your back against the wall watching everyone else have a ball while Babylon fall the last hurrah then "Hip Hip Hurray" do not fear be not afraid at the close of the day night gone fall on us all while waiting for the electricity to come back on making a promise is not the same as making a point the drift been gotten prior to what's been done, before is a current past event

Spirals Of Smoke

be informed to get in formation currently the new currency is information be not uninformed action is required activate desire it ain't over until the unsung sing It's Done do not retire there will always be fire to start new beginnings it doesn't matter who's winning we will win win and win again it is written

All Points

when you stuck you believe in something you can't get out of when you blocked you believe you can't get ahead because something is in the way when you flow you believe you unstoppable when you open you believe you walking around without clothes when you can't let go you believe you can't let go what we believe got us under control when you believe you can fly levitation is no longer impossible to achieve

No Two Ways About It

there's a old say that goes you have to laugh to keep from crying I get it I'm laughing but not cause I want to cry for any particular reason you know that idiom it never fails it means it happens every time once we recognize we're out of our league it's wise to pursue a league of our own I'm smiling I have something to smile about that don't have nothing to do with what's going on in the world something I can't do nothing about on that note "Uh Oh" is an expression of alarm dismay and means it's too late "it's about to go down"

Enthrall (Repost)

got these broken wings I don't know why I never could fly I never wished for such a thing so many others dream so many others sing I wish and I wish on other things like we all, wakeup at the same time How bout that? we can all celebrate you...know have a good time fun, without, someone getting beside themselves pulling out a gun killing another mothers son or someone's baby girl, we'll just sit around talking about what we're going to do with all the wealth sadly the mule has died of natural causes but, there's plenty of acres and homes to be had now if I could just, find that genie, I got a few more to settle the score

It Gets Messy

waiting for something I want hope and wish to happen is like watching a mouse hole real close while holding a bat

On The Heels Of The Sun

a Butterfly abandons her egg her offspring is left behind without a mother to cling to some would think doomed from the start giving into our circumstance is refusal to change everyone gets a chance a Caterpillar cannot transform into a Butterfly if it die before its/it's time the light is often taken off the Caterpillar and shown on the Butterfly the mother of a Caterpillar is a Butterfly she gives birth to the one who is destined to transform she's the one who gives birth to change the Caterpillar is one who comes out the dark into the light where one come from does not determine where one will end up