Bridges

Written by: Luchetta (Cookee) Manus 2107
Poem Title: Bridges

Unselfishly, I lay my bruised and beaten body down securing a gap which separates a bridge from land
The bridge that others burned down with their own hands
My body is filling the gaps
connecting bridge to land
I allow those to walk across and trample on me
A path
I'm sturdy!
I am the succession to many a people's dreams
yet!
I am slowly perishing
Little Life and sparce breaths
My own dreams squeezed
By the weight of others
Sometimes unbearable
It's heavy!
Loving others
Doesn't go well for me

Luchettas bane

Poem title: Luchetta's Bane
Written by: Luchetta (Cookee) Manus 2016

Pretty woman
Smile on her face
Behind closed doors
Play
Connect the dots and trace
The tear drops falling
From cheek to chin
Flooding her heart within
Loneliness is like short breaths of air
Strangled by the need of love, family, and protection from a male companion
Pretty woman hides her flaws like camouflage
Hanging on to her faith like oasis  and mirages

Bad mother oh no (mother's day, women poem)

I am a mother, aunt, sister, cousin
Possess strength like no other.
Through pain I birth greatness into this world
I'm a bad mother oh no I can't  say that

I am a woman
I am a great actress
I can multi task
Maintain my purpose and focus

I created and mold my childrens' lives
I am a spiritual guide
A backbone for my man
He knows what a wonderful woman he has

I am the house doctor
Can make all sickness
Better with kisses
Soup and hugs
Nothing is incurable
With a woman's love

I am a mother, aunt, sister, cousin 

Possess strength like no other.
Through pain I birth greatness into this world
I'm a bad mother oh no I can't  say that

I am greatness
I birth nations
I am tenacious

I am problem solver
I fix messes
Can sew dresses
Go to work , come home
Have dinner done
And do it all again
We do it better , ha ha silly men

I am a mother, aunt, sister, cousin
Possess strength like no other.
Through pain I birth greatness into this world
I'm a bad mother oh no I can't say that

Luchetta's Joy

A poem I wrote for my daughter for mother's day

Poem Title: Luchetta's Joy
Written by: Luchetta (Cookee) Manus ©2017

My first thoughts of you were conceived in a dream
A bright brown eyed baby girl that I would birth into the world August 28 1997
One looked at her face
Reminded me of my God in Heaven
And a series of good books by V.C Andrews I used to read so
I named my baby girl Heavenly.
After having two boys
I was happy And gave her the middle name joy
She shares with her grandmother
I thank God for the opportunity
Trusting me
For the molding of you become a woman
Watching you grow
I grew
Living vicariously through you
Seeing you laugh and smile eased away the pain of my own childhood stained.
In my eyes you are perfect all the struggles worth it
I'd do it all over again for my heaven

Evalgelist Mary Peoples

Poem: not yet titled

A poem I wrote in honor of my deceased grandma on this mothers day

I know your probably there
Up there in Heaven
Singing God's ear off
But he understands
He knows all too well about your types songs

The tunes which made me cringe and tell you,"Grandma, they have more hip gospel now, I think we have gotten past the wade in the water days."

In my youth and ignorance failing to realize
The tunes grandma sang
Was about her ups and downs,  her good days bad days

Some songs didn't ryhme. Some songs were too long and some didn't make any since, but to her
At least I thought at the time

It wasn't until I had to grow up and those tunes came to mind as I was going through my own jouney in called life

I understood the power in those tunes, those words she sang
She composed so carefully
I heard her tunes and voice sing songs in my mind
As I tackeled my own troubles
Those tunes about times being hard, not giving up on my faih, or God
And as I go down my roads and take the twists and turns
I hum her words
Those songs about her bad days out weighing her good days, yet she counted it all joy
Felt blessed to possess all of the good things which did exist to her
One of which was family
When others sang their songs about tangible things
My grandma sang about
Love

- Luchetta Manus (cookee) © 2013