A guilty conscience is the mother of invention.
The Mother Believes Her Son
He is serving three years for armed robbery but the mother says my son is not a crim
He is not the one who robbed the uptown drug store for someone else the cashier mistook him
My son has told me that he is not guilty and what he tells me I always believe
He is a kind, honest and loving person and does not use guns and is not known to deceive
The mother believes her son has been wrongfully imprisoned she says my son should not be serving time
My son was mistaken for a lookalike person he was not anywhere near the scene of the crime
Of course she believes what her son did tell her even though her son told her a blatant lie
And she will go on believing he has been wronged right up until the moment that she die
You will not find a love truer or greater than the love a mother has for her daughter or son
She stands by them through their trials and tribulations her offspring in her life are number one
A good mother will stick up for her children despite what others of them have to say
She will always be there for to support them when all others from them turn away
Her son has served a third of his three year sentence she visits him every second day
She says my son he is not even guilty for someone else's crime why should he pay?
- quotes about robbery
- quotes about army
- quotes about time
- quotes about love
- quotes about numbers
- quotes about paying
- quotes about childhood
- quotes about death
- quotes about beauty
The Mother Is The God
I know the mother brought me up
She said God was there to back us
I feel she was the god alive
And that dead, her spirit would be
The beauty of the mother
I may have guts to defy my mother.
I’ve guts to ignore and neglect her
But no guts could I muster to insult her.
That is the beauty of the mother.
Death Is Not The Mother Of Beauty
Death is not the Mother of Beauty
Death is Pain, Loss, Grief, Suffering-
Sometimes, the end of Pain-
Death is not the Mother of Beauty-
Death is not the Mother of anything-
And Beauty, Beauty that is another story entirely.
I Worship the Mother
I burn incense
And pray to the goddess;
I believe in the feminine heart,
I worship the Mother.
Man is a lonely creature
Tossed and tattered on a lonely and angry sea,
He depends on the light of a woman
To guide him safely to shore.
Quatrain #127 - It is said that the mother is........
It is said that the mother is closer to the child than the father
but it depends whom the child would prefer to be with rather.
It's generally obvious the mother is the one having contact first
sustaining the child with love and care which quenches its thirst.
Fresh Is The Scent Of Invention
Fresh is the scent of invention.
It invites to awaken the adventure,
In us all.
We are attracted to taste what is offered.
And if it adds a flavor to savor,
An introduction becomes the next craving...
Until something new comes along to replace it.
The problematic child
Necessity is the mother of invention,
People say. Then we can say like that:
Wealth is the mother of comforts,
And poverty, of meanness.
Wealth is the mother of indolence too.
So is poverty, of viciousness.
Wealth and poverty near by
Which is a problematic child.
She’s known as the mother
But, she doesn’t act like a mother
You’ll never see her show it
Only her madness
Noone knows what she needs to make her happy
She’s a careless and unhappy woman
She only has time for herself
No second thoughts about others
I’ve heard of her
But, where is she?
The real mother?
It is great
to have a lasting
relationship with God—
As has a mother
towards her child.
Any mistakes committed
by the child
can be freely conveyed
to its mother
and ask for forgiveness
to which the mother quickly responds.
She lovingly wipes the dirt
off the child.
The mother has
nothing but love
towards her child.
She looks after it ever.
In like manner
God cleanses our dirty mind.
God is such a mother to us.
is there a paradise
with out a woman
in our life
or there a terrible
if there a women
in our life
she born of love
to bear the love
to bear the life
to seed the life
she saves life
the holy wonder in her
the holy life
the baby's her
the frist love
is kiss of her
the frist care
the touch of her
the frist word
u call her mom
oh her smile
make u smile
one tear of her
make u cry
under the feet of her
is where the paradise
it may belong.
The Mother Child
but like a baby she clings
so obsessed with feeling wanted
she was never ment to be a mother
takes herself so seriously
Has to be the mature one
has to pretend things are okay
She rarely laughs
Oh, The mother child
At night she curls in a ball
clawing, clinging to her dreams
She dreams of laughter, fun, and smiles
She dreams of screaming and running for miles
But thats all they are
Because when she wakes
her mother lyes waiting, pleading
for the little mother child.
The Mother Sea
It s said that there is one river to cross but the nature of the river they know not,
And that there is one sea people are afraid to cross
And that is the one Caesarean Sea in the whole wide world.
This sea no man born b y a woman can cross,
Not even the world best sailors can sail across on that sea
But the true 'Caesareans' only.
And the Caesareans call it the sea of destiny
Fr it takes only the destined and pure minds to sail across that sea,
And they labeled it 'THE MOTHER SEA'. AND INDEED 'I AM A TRUE CAESAREAN'.
The Mother In Son’s Base.
Hail Mother Kali,
Which of your image,
Your son may guess,
To feel your incarnation.
Which of your form,
In meditation norm,
Conquer the carnal.
Mine is a vacant lot,
A waif with no mother’s care, -
The bounty graces, -
The cheek –lapping faces,
And tender affections layers,
Lacking, lacking, wanting I,
Too poor, to see thy, worth,
Thus your Divine,
No reacts on mine.
Hey my mother,
Show me further,
That in all woman you are,
Show me your that image, ,
My feeling may have coverage,
The mother in your son’s base.
Don’t Give Up in Protecting the Mother Earth
Don’t Give Up in Protecting the Mother Earth
My son… Look at how you managed
To protect the Mother Earth in the past
When you were younger
You stood up
With your head up
Against all the odds
You managed to protect the Mother Earth then
When many people were ignorant of
The Mother Earth’s feelings
So why are you afraid now
The public opinion is in your side
So why are you loosing faith
Mother Earth needs your protection and care
Don’t give up
Take the first step
Everything else will follow
So my son
Don’t give up in protecting the Mother Earth
The mother figure
Have you ever been adopted?
Because of what you see
Through the eyes of poetry
You sit and think can I ever see
The mother figure
That morn’s for me
Earth bound no more
Do I feel her hand?
Guiding me, sending me
To a wonder land
Telling me stories of yet to be
Her body may not be here with me
But her soul fly’s above with me
She’s guided, protected me
All of my life
With love and affection
She watched me reach for the sun
I smile; I jump with merriment and joy
At the knowledge she gave
To help me seek more
So with love from the heart
I give to thee
Thank you the mother’s
The Mother Sparrow Grieves Upon The Untimely Death Of Her Beloved Fledgling
today, there is no grand funeral
like that of the death of
or that simple funeral fit for
a laborer in the world of
the mother sparrow grieves over
the death of her fledgling
there is no burial
they do not know what are white flowers
the torn wings are carried by the worker-ants
some useless feathers are left above a sand mound
soon there are skeletons of frail bones
baked throughout the year by the sun
soon only dusts
the mother sparrow as we knew it from science
does not keep a memory
they keep on their far journey
nest from nest to nest on those seasons
The Mother of Beauty and Love
Through thine heart, and times portal,
Thine give me truth and love immortal
No love, if there is love, is like thee
Sometimes I ponder if love is what thou be?
Or if love we did know before was just a charade
A propriety, a clandestine façade
To satiate sinister lust
That infects us…
For when thy walk, thou dance to me
And when thou talk, thou words paint
In my sweet soul of loves immortality
The contours of thy body which hide in my souls eye
thine beauty, mine sadness… should thy beauty die
And thy beauteous soul leave like an autumn tree
All its beauty for my heart to see…
I write this poem to immortality
the mother of love of beauty!
The Mother Moon
THE moon upon the wide sea
Placidly looks down,
Smiling with her mild face,
Though the ocean frown.
Clouds may dim her brightness,
But soon they pass away,
And she shines out, unaltered,
O'er the little waves at play.
So 'mid the storm or sunshine,
Wherever she may go,
Led on by her hidden power
The wild see must plow.
As the tranquil evening moon
Looks on that restless sea,
So a mother's gentle face,
Little child, is watching thee.
Then banish every tempest,
Chase all your clouds away,
That smoothly and brightly
Your quiet heart may play.
Let cheerful looks and actions
Like shining ripples flow,
Following the mother's voice,
Singing as they go.
Where has the mother, father, kid, and happy family gone?
Where is the love the mother gave her child when it was first born?
Where is the genuine positivity that saved us from despair?
Where is the peacefulness that helps the tired man fall asleep at night?
Where has the mocking laughter gone when a kid thinks about marriage for themselves?
Well I can tell you
The mother is a seventeen year old girl who was raped and was forced by the law to go though with the pregnancy because abortion is illegal
The genuine positivity has been suppressed by stress and culture reformation
The peacefulness has been crushed by war.
The laughter about early marriage is gone with the 18 year old girl who just had her honeymoon
Where are the mother, father, kid, and happy family gone?