Monday, April 30, 2012

What it all means

The mind of a mother is the mind made
Wholesome by tender sounds, and gentle noise;
Yet maddening cries causes one to loose poise,
Wish love never were: to be an old maid.

Yet most endure to harsh sorrows that come
With loves tender passion, they do not run
When the baby is heralded by sun
Light and the thought of what they will become.

But still thoughts are black thoughts, and those that do
Remain as they once were cannot achieve
Love's labors made whole in realities
Greatest labor, the labor of woman.

For many are taken, addictions brew
Within their bodies still, though they believe
That they can overcome the dreaded tease
Which would separate them from man, husband.

Thus man is estranged from love, and defeat
Is not far behind; a mere minute's beat,
A tick of the clock. So by action's sum
Is man removed from what he once had won.

And woman in place of a love she once
Had must not resort to face the wide world;
In disgrace, made bitter by man's pride, hold
Onto dignity at the point of lance.

Yet hope remains while the company true
Of heart may hold together and let go
Of old pains and brews that rocked to and fro
Man and woman both; else for death they sue.

Such is the coin of loves labors, given
Over at times to the throws and eddies
Of the moon that pulls them into smithies
Of strife and scorn, though once love was smitten.

To escape it's pull man must be father
To his son and husband to his wife. Must
Change his heart that it may not in time rust
As the second hand car he did garner.

In time wounds mend, addictions grow cold, and
All is well again; though never the same
As when in time man and woman could tame
The whole world to their grasp, the wide harsh land.

So cries made shrill that pierce the nights dark ray,
That bring chaos and disorder to day,
Must be warded off until child may be
Of age to walk and talk with you and me.

It's plain as the plainest of plains in sight
That the dust bowl is made from lack of rain,
And old maids are wished for when men do gain
Without hard work the benefits of light.

And true, it is known, that women have shown
To men that all is not as it seems; hen's
Do fight one another for the right men,
Never change with the wind, though they are blown.

Though both of these thoughts can be said of each,
And vice versa may be used so to teach,
The end point is this, I hope you agree,
That the cries of children call them to be.

                                         What it all means, (c) Luke Bennette, April 2012

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