Mother on the Ledge

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motherbethel:

Hi, everyone I originally wrote this poem last year. I am this this Mother
Finding her self while losing.To all women On the Edge of Life. Be Bless. Today I will believe in myself and my ability to do my best. Poet Krissy Mosley all rights reserved

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She stopped to tie her shoe while cleaning up the broken home.

Bent up with rage and exhaustion.

The young mother still in her nightgown.

Her three children all fast asleep

thoughts gathered like a “New England storm”.

There was no turning back .

Silent with tears streaming the end was near ,

all she had to do was jump.

Throw yourself into your purpose,

leap into your destiny!

Let go of all the dead passion.

Drive hard

swim underwater ,

run fast,

lift up your saggy breast.

Put on your best fashion.

Move out of the dark

pack up all the hatred,

its time for peace!!!

Poet Krissy Mosley

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How will I be happy?

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Please give us back our girls…Its been over two weeks.

Still we scream….

A time of peace

A time to fight

A time to restrain our tears

A time of Hope

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She escaped.
Sick with grief,
she fasts and prays
for the others’ release.

Two hundred more
are still captive,
as long as this is fact,
“how will I be happy?”

Nigeria’s stolen girls — May 1, 2014

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Crooked Places

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It was her crooked places
That measured the distance
How far to walk
Then rain always told her run
Drifting in semi straight lines
Falling yet never crashing into ground
The hearts desire is to dance
With life’s fleeting currants
Lavender and greys
We made pots to catch God’s Sunshine

Poet Krissy Mosley © 2014 all rights reserved

Like a Tree ( Napowrimo, Day 30)

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wartey trees

Trees of my leaves

Waving vigorously

Leaves of freedom

Leaves of love

Leaves of hope

Leaves of my soul

Sleeping branches

Transforming leaves

Carrying seeds

These leaves

Are Humanity…

Poet Krissy Mosley all rights reserved 2014

Written for: my ancestors, for humanity,”Yea shall be like the tree planted by the rivers of water.You shall not be moved.”

No Worries (Napowrimo Day 30)

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skyward

Traveling Skyward

Happiness keeps me company

Minty smiles

Bubbly teas

Lightly packed

Sunshine,Rainbows

Favorite hats,

She told the trees

No worries

To return is to never leave .

Poet Krissy Mosley all rights reserved 2014

Sons’ of God (Napowrimo Day 29)

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world on fire“The Sons’ of God went unto the daughter’ of men”

Multiplying Giants running Ball in the NBA.’

Slavery’s best dun-kin,squat-in’

Sundays’ a  lying day.

“Owner Banned for Life.”

Clippers’ will be sold

Fishy-frothy butts baking’ cinnamon clothes.

Plastering  over cigarette smoke

Only five minutes to loose religion.

Skitta was drowning in un- forgiveness

She spent her time birthing transformers

Cutting metal with her teeth.

Oh the singing got next to me

Ganga jamaa (healing community)

Ganga miti (healing Trees)

“The Sons’ of God went unto the daughters of men”

Racism bouncing ethnic balls camouflaged sports. ‘.

Following the writing prompt I really tried. Skita is my nick name because I was always skinny.Swahili my forgotten tongue.

In-which I had to look up these words. I truly try to follow the ways of Christ but stumble sometimes.Peace,my fellow writes.

Amani

Poet: Krissy Mosley all rights reserved