Oxymoron

Poem Title: Oxymoron 

Written by: Luchetta (Cookee) Manus

She swims in the same waters she drowns in 

Her beauty a stain

She swims in the same waters she drowns in

Her heart is flooded with love

The dams break from her pain

She swims in the same waters she drowns in 

She is filled with both hate and passion beyond what can be measured. 

She swims in the same waters she drowns in 

A warrior, yet peasant

Repulsive yet pleasant 

Mightily passive aggressive

She swims in the same waters she drowns in 

She's a gullible genius

A woman of great wealth, who is hopelessly penniless

Common sense yet senseless 

She swims in the same waters she drowns in

She's reckless yet explicit

She's a walking contradiction

Bear Bear poem revised for older Tru

 

My son's bear

Named bear bear

Worn by years

Of wear and

Tear

Rough play

A child's conversation

His bear

That had many surgeries

Often died

Sparse stuffing

His eyes

Replaced with buttons

He has only one eye button left

Bear bear

Flat lines

But is resurrected daily

My son’s best friend

He understands

My son’s way of thinking

The bear was a gift

When he was a baby

His father

had given it to him

When he was born

Like peanut butter and jelly

Regis and Kelly

That bear adorns him

Bear Bear's personality

Was my son's creation

Invented from

his colorful imagination

To cope with not being

ready for growing up, kid life, oh and school

Bear bear is

Low key and cool

When my job took me away

During the day

Single motherhood

Bear bear kept

Him calm

The bear stayed

By his side

Bear bear wiped

A lot of tears

from this little boy’s eyes

At age 16 the bear

Still remains here

Rips and several tears

This bear has insane longevity

I don't imagine

The bear is going anywhere

My son, his bear,  

The black version of TED

"Ma, can you fix my bear?"

"Sighs"

"Sure son, bring him here."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TITLE: BEST OF FRIENDS WRITTEN BY: LUCHETTA (COOKEE) MANUS I WROTE THIS POEM ABOUT MY SON'S STUFFED TEDDY BEAR HE HAS HAD SINCE BIRTH REPLACED ONE THIS IS BEAR BEAR #2

My son's bear

Named bear bear

Worn by years

Of wear

Tear

Rough play

And a child's conversation

His bear

That had many surgeries

Often died

Sparse stuffing

His eyes

Replaced with buttons

He has only one button left

Bear bear

Flat lines

But is resurrected daily

His bestfriend

The only one who understands

His way of thinking

The bear was a gift

When he was a baby

His father

had given it to him

When he was born

Like peanut butter and jelly

Regis and kelly

That bear adorns him

Bear's personality

Was my son's creation

Invented by

his colorful imagination

To cope with not being

ready for school

Bear bear was

Low key and cool

When Tru was away

From me, his mom

Bear bear kept

Him calm

The bear stayed

By his side

Bear bear wiped

A lot of tears

from his eyes

At age 8 the bear

Still remains here

Rips and several tears

I don't imagine

The bear is going anywhere

The black version of TED

"Ma, can you fix my bear?"

"Sighs"

"Sure son, bring him here."

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Progress

Everyone is sleep, under a spell

Slow dancing the waltz music of a self-sabotaging hell 

And loving it

Loving being in the dark

Loving the ignorance

Loving being lost

Insanity has become the reality 

Of the progressive,

 in which I want no parts of

If this is progress take me backwards

Back to when love conquered all. 

Back when knowledge and wisdom were reverend 

Back when compassion was around at every corner you turned

Why can’t weeping be brought down to a minimum?

Why can’t suffering disappear? 

Exchange happiness for all of our fears?

Why are the simplest of things hard?

 I love you the way that I love the sound of vinyl records playing their signature sound.

I love you the way a cherry decorates the top of the most delicious Sunday. I love you the way whip cream looks on top of a latte. You are as satisfying as a popsicle in the hot summer sun. I admire you like the brightest star in the galaxy. I savor you like chocolate on top of strawberries. Your both beautiful and untamed like wildflowers. I love you with the insanity of van gogh and the tranquility of monet. I love you like my favorite song I hum when I'm happy. I can sip you like fine wine, slowly and get drunk of pure joy and lust. I love you like Popeye love spinach. Not like olive oil but spinach because when he consumes it he becomes super human. I think this poem could be much longer however I will stop here.. There are so many things I love that remind me of you.

As if I could save the world?

I straddle a fence 

Indecisive 

Tipping one side and another

Zero balance

Sanity is the depravity of feelings 

I'm internally bleeding

Pleading for healing

My wounds are not self inflicted

it is a gripping reality of  back stabs 

And knife jabs to my heart 

Hitting direct bullseye with each dart perfectly

as I marinate in pain

Wishing my sacrifice was equal to my gain

I am a martyr 

A mother's pain

Title: A mother's pain

Written by: Luchetta (Cookee) Mauus

I love you! I love you with my soul 

Which is why when I see that distant glare in your eyes ,it causes my heart pain

Once full of life I see you slipping away

mentally into a silent death 

And there is nothing I can do!

It hurts to love you 

I keep seeing a funeral of the child I once had, now grown into a man. Drums playing, Weeping, and finally a Hurst. When I gave birth to you this is not how I rehearsed life in my head.

I am in between, I am in tug of war, hanging on to the person you were and the amazing person I know that you could become. 

Saving you it isn't up to me. I sometimes rewind and take trips in the back my mind of you being a baby and me holding you.

Looking into your eyes and stroking tiny hands and feet.  

You are the artwork of God ,  you are an extraordinary present to me. 

A gift if you will

Only presently this gift 

Somehow got tainted, by life and living

I beg with tears in my eyes to hold on to you, to life,  and I pray love will guide 

Life is a gift from God above to fall in love with yourself each and every day. 

I your a mother

Your doctor

Your lawyer

Your comforter

I wish I was a Healer 

I don't know any other way to be

I love you so much my child

That I'm losing me