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Tuesday, Poetry Corner paid a special tribute to “Mothers”, in keeping
with the recent real world celebration of “Mother’s Day”.
DustyBrat,
@ngelheart, Muse Urania, Wasser B. Maus, Glory (with bard-like bear
and real world daughter looking in) & DustyRose of Narnia
I opened the
session with a poem I wrote about our beloved Muse Mother, the Prophetess
Mnemosyne:
For Mnemosyne
by Muse Urania
You know her as "The
Prophetess"
The Sisters call her "Mother"
Regardless of the name you use
She's second to no other
She's always there to pick us up
If we should trip and fall.
If we're confused and lose our way
We only need to call.
And she'll appear with steaming cup
Of tea in just a trice
A loving hug, a tickle and some
Words of sound advice.
She makes us wear
our woollies
When we’re hosting in the snow.
She makes us clean beneath our beds
And all the mages know
That if they get too frisky
When they peer inside our gate
They'd wait a whole millennium
And never score a date.
And so this poem
for Mother
Is a "thank you" from my heart
For everything she is and does
From start to end to start.
The End
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There followed a lovely recitation
of a poem by @ngelheart, and several poems written by other guests in
attendance:
Mothers
By Glory
Mothers, Ya gotta have them,
for nurturing and prorogating the race..
Mothers, ya gotta love 'em,
for the love and peace they instill in a place
Mothers, time to Celebrate them,
Aren't you glad you had one?
Some moms are regal, and some are short,
some are stern, and some cohort,
but each mom is best at her task,
to raise her children, ahh, that is the test.
~*~
Untitled
By DustyBrat
Roses are red, violets are blue
A mother's love is ever true!
~*~
My Mom
By Wasser B. Maus
Roses are Red
Their Leaves are Green
My Mom is the Prettiest
Mom EVER Seen!!!
~*~
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We then began a round of
“rhyming couplets”, in which any guest may throw out a line or two for
completion by another guest or guests:
Mother's
Day is Mother's chance ...
to remember the children at a glance
To
celebrate a mothers job well done...
Let's take her out and see she has some fun
A mothers work is never done
She seldom has time for fun
Mother's
Day comes once a year ...
so bring me breakfast in bed Dear!
Twice a year or maybe three
A child upon each weary knee
When
mom is far away
Vzones makes our day!!!!!!
Roses are red
Violets are not
Help out your Mom
And pick up a pot
And
scrub it too
So she won't be blue
Roses are red Violets are blue
if ya don luv ya mama
Shame on you!
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At one point, Wasser B. Maus
wondered out loud whether Glory’s Bear had said a Poem, and in no time
we were treated to this:
Untitled
By Glory’s Bear
My mom is chubby, fuzzy and brown
To this little bear cub, she's the BEST mom around
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This prompted
a flurry of poems written from the perspective of babies from the animal
kingdom, e.g., a skunk:
Roses
are red, violets are bloo........ please take a bath mom, cause
you stinkypooo (@ngelheart)
An ostrich …
Before you even got out of bed ... My mom laid an egg the size
of your head
(Muse Urania)
And even a spider:
My mom lays eggs / and has the tallest legs / but no matter
how tall / she gives me her ALL
(Wasser B. Maus)
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We ended the
session by composing a group poem written from the perspective of Glory’s
cat’s litter of kittens to their Mom:
My
mom's soft and furry
She's really very purry
she always know s where I can be found
and never loses me on the ground
she has the bestest lick
It scrubs away the ick
mamas milk is warm and sweet
To be with her is such a treat
and lets us knead her with our soft lil feet
she doesn't let the dog even sneak a peek
your love cant be beat!
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All in all it was a splendid
hour of fun! Be sure to join us next week at 11a.m. WAT at the Theatre
View when our theme is “Buds” - a melding of the two that were suggested
babies and gardening.
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