Since it's Mother's Day, a poem about mothers seems appropriate. You don't have to write about your mother, it could be motherhood in general or your being a mother, it could you know a real motherf*****r, or something that is the mother of all something.
I don't know exactly what I want to say here except the penis or the cock of all battles or bombs is like saying the father of all battles or bombs. I appreciate the humor in the poem and I agree with the sentiment because you are right that to mother is to nurture but what does is mean "to father" ...we cannot say the child of all bombs or battles because that doesn't make any sense at all. I think we have to think of an entirely different word here like you have said the biggest, the meanest or the most extreme of all battles or bombs. If I didn't make any sense at all I will blame it on lack of sleep....
ReplyDeleteI like the way you break it down to common sense as the poem progresses. I think they are using the MOAB etc because it is usually the mother who will attack if her children are being harmed... the grizzly bear effect :-). I did enjoy this and it made me smile.
ReplyDeletethe mother of time
ReplyDeletehas broken her watch
now time doesn't
move anymore
is that good
or is it bad
asked the people
of earth
we will not age
but we will soon perish
no food will grow
with no time to do it
no women will give birth
the babes will not gestate
the mother of time
started to panic
as everyone was living
day after day the same
she flew across clouds
to visit Father time
to see what he
could do
he used rainbow magic
and diamond fairy dust
some duct tape
and gorilla glue
the watch wasn't pretty
like it was before
but the amazing part
was...it worked!!
lmbo!!! this is great! yep, duct tape fixes everything :-)
DeleteI agree with Bonnie on all parts of her comment. Gorilla glue too!!
DeleteHoney this is hilarious. It read well aloud.... and of course you would use duct tape!!! Duct tape even fixes poetry.
Deleteyea and ain't that the truth!! I hear some of those rap songs and wonder who raised those mother f.....g idiots!!! or maybe they didn't get raised at all and had a wicked step mother. Or something horrible. Fun poem
ReplyDeleteVictoria, I have a horrible tooth ache. I just wanted you to know that I enjoyed your poem very much and today it makes a lot of sense. Yesterday was a different day and I didn't have a dentist appt. pending. hugs.
ReplyDelete2nd line is blasts not basts...can't tell you how many times I read this and made correctons!
ReplyDeleteWow. This one really hits hard. And love the way the poem itself 'raps'.
ReplyDeleteI was initially going to use "to father" but looking up definitions of "the mother of all" made me think penis. Because the definition is not the mother who will attack if her children are being harmed but "larger, better, worse" (Merriam Webster), "the greatest or most notable example" (Dictionary.com), "the greatest or largest of its kind" (Wictionary), "an extreme example of something" (Cambridge dictionary.) And so on and so on. So unless every single dictionary is wrong, it means what I implied it means. THE BIGGEST and men like to think their penis is THE BIGGEST.
ReplyDeleteAll that said, I still don't think it quite works, but I do think the poem still has some potential.
MOTHER
ReplyDeletemother is a word
like a little chirping bird
often up at every hour
to feed or nurse their little flower
mother is strong
and fights for what is hers
mother takes responsibility
and all that it infers
mothers are people
and are subject to err
which they try to make up for
with diligence and prayer
sometimes a mother
can't be all that we want
but it's generally them
who stand before us and in front
it's not easy
to be a mother I hear
to watch out for things
and have to worry and fear
life isn't very easy
and moms try to do their best
to make sure their children
are whole before they leave the nest
awwwww! this is so sweet! and the lines flow beautifully which adds to the awwwww factor. love it!
DeleteThis is a very sweet tribute to mothers. Mothers have a hard job and are not usually recognized for it. good job.
DeleteEnjoyed this a lot. It's nice to see you back with us. I hope you start posting each week again.
DeleteMe too everything!
DeleteVictoria, I enjoyed listening to your poem. I know it's a serious poem and I understand it completely. Men are definitely "that" way.
ReplyDeleteBonnie, Linda read your poem like a real rapper and it made me and my buddy laugh. I realize it's serious and you meant it to be serious but it read like a real rap song.
ReplyDeleteit didn't start out that way but i realized i was rhyming some lines so went back and fixed them all :-)
ReplyDeleteThanks. And it WAS supposed to humorous in a certain way. That's one of the things that doesn't quite work.
ReplyDeleteConundrum 13 Tree and Seed
ReplyDeleteThe tree is mother to the seed,
and the seed is mother to the tree.
The tree grows the seed,
and the seed contains
all that is the tree to grow.
Which is mother, which is child?
that has always confounded me also. I love it!! thanks for joining in!
DeleteMany thanks! Loved your comment. Busy week, sorry for delays however I seem to be busiest
Deleteat the beginning of weeks for some reason.
I never looked at it that way! awesome poem and one that makes the reader think.
DeleteThank you Bonnie, my conundrum poems are like little puzzle boxes and they do make one think and they are fun to write. One day perhaps they will make into a little book, and maybe they won't, tee hee. .
DeleteHello all, This is an addition to my Conundrum series. It flew into my head whence I suspect it has been hovering after a busy week. I will post another poem for the photo prompt as well, later.
ReplyDeleteI will check for the photo prompt poem and comment on it for you.
DeleteYou are most kind and I appreciate you!
DeleteI thought it was an interesting commentary and you do have a unique way of putting things.
ReplyDeleteClever rap, versatile poet you are.
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