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Permalink Reply by Mommy Dearest on March 17, 2009 at 8:09pm

Edge of no Where

I’m standing on the edge…looking over
Dog tried as Rover…and moreover…life’s got me
wondering whether I should just go ahead and jump!
Or wait for someone or something to bump…push, shove or dump
A stressed out, over worked lump of clay…living on the edge
Walking a tight rope in my head…constantly in the red
Feeling like my options are drying up like a riverbed
But then God’s Presence spreads…His protective wings around me
Gently nudging me…in the other direction...you could call it divine intervention
Manifested in a brief moment of reflection…that
If it wasn’t for Jesus…I’d already be dead
Girl…you survived car crashes…physic wards…and back stabbing friends
Why should this be the end?
Quietly stand here and take it all in…you overcame the persecution of men
And your gonna get out of this slump...I’m here to help you over the hump
And last but not least…get the gump…sion to do it
Just crew it…You can’t change the past or the present
but you can press on through it…if you just believe that you could do it
Your family and friends would miss me if I were to actually do it
End up going to hell…then you would have really blew it
So what the heck…be proud to stand up and say…your a suicidal reject
To scared to put a noose around your neck
Afraid of heights, so ya definitely ain’t gonna eject
So you might as well count your blessings and respect
The fact that God gave me breath...the strength to past any test
For you can do all things through Christ…including handling life’s
Highs and lows…below the belt blows…because the Lord knows
That your standing there…on the edge of no where
And if nobody else cares…know He does and hears your prayers
Is fully aware…that you don’t see His Angels anchoring you there
Because He has no intention of letting you go anywhere

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Permalink Reply by Karissa on March 18, 2009 at 6:54am

Wonderful work!

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Permalink Reply by Mommy Dearest on March 18, 2009 at 11:22am

Not The Man I Married

You knew a man…but not the man I married
He shared his every thought with me…on a hillside twenty three…years ago
Suddenly, off to another woman he’d go…to utter tales of woe…of bruised egos…and desired glory
An anger man with many painful stories

You lay with a man…but not the man I married
For he made tender love with only me,,,cried when I told him, I longed to zip myself inside his body
Not drink, smoke and have sex after parties…or on a island depressed and broken hearted
Participating in mechanical acts…he would selfishly reenact...trying to fill a hole...that never seemed to close

You bore a child for a man…but not the man I married
A doting and attentive Father…that made a home for us
Whiling playing house across town...getting what he thought he lost…but in the end he never really found
"Don't pick up my son, what you didn't put down"...his West Indian Mother would expound...sound advice

You pray for a man…you really do not know…not the man I married
Along time ago…who’s Father didn’t realize he showed
His son the crooked road…he followed…then wed a wife who choose to swallow
Then proceeded to act out…without a doubt…until the day that he moved out

You think you know that man from twelve years ago…who’s not the man I married
Confessed the errors of his ways…and took full responsible…for those ugly days
Is saved, studies and prayers…stuck it out through the hard times...when I put him through the grind
The one who never placed blame…on your good name

Your child deserves to know her Father…the man I married
And that to will come to pass…for the first will be last…and the last become the first
I don’t twist the Word for the sake of verse…I speak the truth
Even if it hurts…me or my husband…who has been…patiently…waiting on me

You see...you don’t really know...the man I married
For he’s even more today then he was when I got engaged and married him…free from bondage
Like you and I forgiven for former sin…devoted to his wife and family…to no end
Please, don’t claim to know him...that was but a momentary…glimpse…of a lost man

"If any man be in Christ, he is a new creation; old things are passed away; behold, all things are become new creation", 2 Cor. 5:17

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Permalink Reply by Mommy Dearest on March 20, 2009 at 2:04pm

Wonder Woman

I often sit and wonder.
When I get a chance to pause and ponder.
Will I ever be a good enough? Wife and Mother
Sister, to my Sisters and Brothers.
A biological Daughter and In- law, whether near or far
An Invisible plane takes my thought afar
To marvel at the extended family, I thought I knew!
The line of Wondering Women, whom I came through
But actually don’t know very well at all.
Or that I bore a cruse, that plagues us all
Then there are those that call me, Auntie or Cousin.
Lord, If only my mind would stop shooting the blasted dozens.
Putting myself down!
Somewhere in there, good enough could possibly be found.
If I could stop wondering, everything time I have a moment to sit down.

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Permalink Reply by Mommy Dearest on March 25, 2009 at 3:59pm

Head Tie Affair

People always ask me....Why, my sister wears a head tie?

And how she manages to tie it so high?

It rises like a majestic mountain, that reaches to the sky.

Puffed up like a billowing rain cloud...the fabric stays in place some how.

And as she walks gracefully under it.

Passers by marvel...WOW!

Check out that sculpture on it’s pedestal...so artistically radical.

They say “I got to get me one of those.”... for It is empathetical

I know how…it stays up there.

The answer to the first question...is simply thinning hair...began their on going affair.

But to the second...it's a gift from God...and the trade off to me seems more than fair.

For her head tie is always the center of attention

More Glorious than Hair.

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Permalink Reply by Mommy Dearest on March 25, 2009 at 6:06pm

My Black is Beautiful

My black is beautiful…because the Bible tells me so
Therefore I sing a Song of Songs…and this is how the verses go.
Repeat after me…if the chorus moves your soul
Let God scorch this across our lips with…hot coals.

For dark are we yet lovely…O daughters of Jerusalem.

Whether high society or the slums,
Our black beauty radiates among…the masses
With buying power they never imagined.
We’ve slowly but surely become the fashion…statement.
But our inner beauty is the key to our greatness.
That’s what Miss Keys meant by her statement…“They wanna be like us.”
Yes our black is so beautiful…that society must…imitate us.

For Dark are we yet lovely…O daughters of Jerusalem.

We recognize where are beauty lays…and that it’s…oh so hip
That God wrote it all over our curvaceous hips,
Then our booties back that statement up…with just one glimpse.
You see the Mother land...regal and grand,
The birth place of man…our womb is where it all began.
Black beauty knit together by God’s Hand,
Emerging from the darkest into the light…bright…damn near white
Every shade of our black beauty is a delight.

For dark are we yet lovely…O daughters of Jerusalem.

I’m not standing here boasting about…Me.
I’m just reflecting on the multi-faceted image of the King.
For we were all made in His likeness…a spectrum that spins into darkness.
I see multi-colors…from where ever I stand.
I’m proud of every last inch…of Who I am…a daughter of the great I AM.
If your black is beautiful…Rise and Stand.
Sing the chorus and give yourself a great big hand
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For dark are we yet lovely…O daughters of Jerusalem.

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Permalink Reply by Mommy Dearest on March 27, 2009 at 2:51pm

A Replicated Spirit

How sweet it is to embrace my imperfections
Am proud that my, mind, body, soul and spirit now walk in the same direction
That I am not afraid to see my true reflection
Honest and in full agreement with the Father about any of my still sinful detections
Prompted and realized by divine conviction
Let me not fail to mention
The fact that "No man is good," should get all our attention
Be grateful that in Christ there is NO guilt and condemnation
For it was nailed on the cross at Christ Crucifixion
along with any of my illnesses or addictions
A free gift of grace offered to me and you, through Salvation
For not by my might but my His power, have I survived the transformation
With a renewed heart and mind, to my elation
In my overwhelming jubilation
I never fail to, Thank God daily for MAKING me a new Creation
A perfectly imperfect...replication...of Him

Written by ME...for YOU..HIS...Perfectly Imperfect Heavenly Spirit
Cynthia aka Mommy Dearest

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Permalink Reply by Mommy Dearest on March 29, 2009 at 12:52am

Signet Ring

“As surely as I live,” says the Lord.
“I will abandon you”...If you don’t do...as I command
I will remove you like the signet ring on my right hand
Pull you off...than you will be lost
Handed over to your enemy.
Oh how I hate the disobedience I see
That’s what aconites the furious angers me
Because you chose not to believe in the King
.I had to expel you from the promise land
Pushed aside by my own hand.
Forced to watch you die in a foreign land
Never achieving my desires or plans
Like a discarded broken dish
It will be like your dreams didn’t exist
You’ll flip flop like a wet fish
Wishing you had not been remiss.
When messages were sent...Repent!
And come back to me
My child I long to see
your life amount to something
For I’ve enjoyed wearing you as my signet ring

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Permalink Reply by Mommy Dearest on March 29, 2009 at 5:34pm

Able to carry heavy loads and take extreme amounts of pain. While tolerating stress that's out of this world. Fearless and brave...her badge of honor is stretched across her chest. But underneath she's a mess. Super sized issues ready to bust a fit. Unraveling madness and fraying sadness. Not allowed to be weak...just keep it coming...supernatural feats. Even the strongest might can't fight...when bombarded by life's kryptonite. The tile, is her claim to fame...SUPERWOMAN is her name. Dang...it's a whole lot easier being, LOIS LANE!

The name should be changed to protect the innocent,
Mommy Dearest

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Permalink Reply by Mommy Dearest on March 30, 2009 at 8:34am

Family Tree

Our Family Tree, begins with my Husband and Me
The heads of our households...with a duty to protect and nurture souls
Divinely assigned...theirs and mine...from beginning to the end of the line
Each one of a kind...maturing in God's time.
Beautiful fruit...that hangs from our branches...coveted by...by passer's glances
Drawing nourishment from the trunk...firmly sunk.
Deep down in the ground...where the roots surround...its base...and secure its place, of honor.
Chosen by the Heavenly Father.
Who decides exactly where each leave resides...when it blooms and when it dies.
Whether it's at the top...or hangs below
Only the Lord knows for sure...the number of rings, that lay within its core
Grouped together in peace and harmony...not war.
Swaying in the wind...together each branch bends...bowing before Him
The Son that shines down on them
Father, Mother, Sister,Brother...along with many others
Grafted in amongst them...in-laws and life long friends.
A permanent part of the bark...that can not be torn apart.
For where it begins and ends...all stems from He who Created them
Sturdy Oaks and Poplar's...strong Family Trees like ours.

Oh Lord, let the Son shine down on my Family Tree,
Mommy Dearest

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Permalink Reply by Mommy Dearest on April 5, 2009 at 1:21pm

Smoking Gun

For give and forget are often said yet rarely done
But carried in a holster like a smoking gun
After the blast of spoken words
the echo of revenge is heard
With the slap of a cheek
As you revolve, it repeats and repeats
Seventy times seven, to be exact
How can one forgive and forget after all of that
Just react...like Jesus!

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Permalink Reply by Mommy Dearest on April 5, 2009 at 6:40pm

I Love My...Button Down

I’m down with the Benjamin Button tip
As time rolls by…the hipper Mommy plan’s to get
Cause in the big scheme of things…age is irrelevant
Love is the factor that should motive your intent
The first and foremost commandment
In this life’s series of curious events
Like a rapper changing up his fashion scene.
Taking it to another level of maturity is what the Jigger meant
Cause when your a child, you act as a child
But when your became a woman or man,
you should put away childish things
Triple X T”s…shagging pants down to your knees
A public stripteases…cleavage and butt cheeks, made fashionably obscene
And industrial weight bling bling…dude, if ya like it, you should give her a ring
Minus multiple chains…go from a nick to a sir name
Call us Mr. and Mrs. Button Down…got picked up off the ground
By the Hand of God…they held, when he called Him Momma in the dark
Yeah, once a man or woman and twice a child
What happens in between is all that is worth while
Did you stand out or blend into the crowd…make a difference some how?
Plant a seed and watch it grow
And God bless the child with an old mans soul
It’s time to reverse the dress code… and be clothed…in love
Walk in that circle because...your no longer pitted against the Lord above
You've been nominated by the Beloved Dove
And rewarded Salvation, all because
He Loves…buying new button downs

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