New Poems - exercises from class

The first line of the poem is used as the first letter of each line of the poem:

Mother to Son

Sing the paean of mothers to my son

Incite the strength and sorrow of matriarchal warriors long ago

Nuances that spill clever from your mouth son, mean nothing to me

Gestate the idea that I will triumph your fantasies and you will lose to the ignorance of wisdom

Together we will unite after this battle of misdeeds

Help this boy that fears my love and challenges it

Eloquence awaits him, after he chooses not to succumb to the trash of the city's adjectives

Prejudices of the young against the ripened seem insurmountable

Alienating mother from son once again

Exacting all feelings from seething hate, to serendipitous worship

All is forgiven once the time has passed, the allegiance solidified again

Negotiating our territories until the next crusade

Or is he just a boy that doesn't realize how easy cruel is?

Forget the searing sarcasm that came from my DNA, that would never be tolerated.

Maybe my dad wouldn’t be so cruel, but I disagree.

Or how about my mother run amuck?

The gene that gives us our loquacity

has bred in us a virus, that sometimes seems overreaching,

ever seeking the potential victim.

Random you think? Not really

So ready to strike first, to protect our own.

To all my offspring, be ready.

Origins of my faults are ready on display, I do not choose them for you.

Maybe you can pretend you are the neighbor's child

You are too beautiful to deny our genes and it will be unearthed.

Someday, you’ll realize that you're better then the rest,

only then the good in you will reign, mistakes will be forgotten

Never forget you are my son, my glory on this earth.

Look at what you’ve become!

Look at what you’ve become!

Outgoing young thing, you have no fear

Outrageous slang spews from your lips

Kicking lesser foes to the ground

Admiring boys strut on by, whistle and coo

Tenaciously touching you with their eyes

When did this transformation occur?

Hidden for years by youthful bliss

Awareness of your power slowly begins

To rise and tantalize those around

Young women beg for your attention

Only you choose who rises

Useless drones fall to the wayside

Voices call, but you ignore

Encouraging their worship of you

Bewitching siren whose power

Electrifies and ignites

Come and show the world what you have become
Outlandish and wild one day
Moral and melancholy the next
Enjoy all that you will become