A Sinner Like God
“I have forgiven mother”
She tarries with hope
that the good woman will pray her clemency
for her own sins,
but that hour is expired;
Gee grew a strong wit
"Mother is no longer my burden"
Jesus came
from hard conscience to corroborate her lies
The WORD written in black and white:
“Us twain is now one;
for this reason I depart from her"
Three moons less than time
in the safety of the womb is slight
In the past mother was necessity,
but she grew weary of the pace;
her birth city received her
The old Jewish woman was left
with stage three pressure ulcers
while the twain bender in Atlantic City
Their backsides were not masked
by mother’s conformity
My mother’s now defiant fingers
work dutifully in another excrement,
goat stool in her callaloo garden
Before the recession,
money was tossed in all directions;
I took hold of a few green ones.
She lived to outdo her alliance,
but a high seat killed the pompous cat
Mother watched her outshone the Jones
The recession was never her downfall;
immorality got the better of her.
Jesus was overlooked
“put the WORD to work,
compensate the guardian of your youth”
She had to let a nation know how well off she was
Her enemies know her silver spoon was achieved
Her splurges buried ethics,
and smiles were wide as graves
She let me know in penning:
“A new being I am now; My shine is unlike years ago”
Vanity is not here in show,
but her heart remains the same
Like the Jewish elder, mother is spurned
with bruising on her heart.
Note to readers:
Not all poems are as clear as day; sometimes we have to do a little searching to find the rhetorical purpose. Hint: the protagonists of the write are a mother and a daughter. There is something going on between the two.
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Submitted on May 01, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 1,686 |
Words | 316 |
Stanzas | 5 |
Stanza Lengths | 14, 11, 11, 10, 2 |
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