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xPoems for the Precious First Mother


Evelyn Cecelia Doohen Hovde
1 Dec  1912 - 12 Dec 2001

 

Divine Mother Ballad
A Mother's Cough
On Nature: A Mother's Tears
The Earth Mother
Tibetan Mother




DIVINE MOTHER BALLAD
Verdant Isle

Come with me, soar, Verdant Isle
Where joy-love-time perpetual wile
Dwell ancestors, gay Gaelic guile
Weaving great tales, seep woeful smiles
Sorrow reaps tears enigmatic transform
Hearth kindles, core melts and life warms

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A MOTHER'S COUGH
(The Heart's Sound)

I hear my mother cough
chord deep within so soft

wafts me sweetly to God's rest
on cushion of her nectared breast

alerts me to life's fragile gift
of love set free toward  heav'n to drift

what hath God wrought the world around
with such sacred unstruck sound ?

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ON NATURE: A MOTHER'S
TEARS

Gentle pitter, gentle pat
Down the 'pider pout
Liquid pendants trickle splash
Stream from Mother's lash.

Gentle pitter, gentle pat
Down the 'pider pout
Washing, rinsing, downward rush,
Streak fresh her vibrant blush.

Gentle pitter, gentle pat
Rat-ta-tat-tat-ping-plop
Baby pores nudged open burst
Quench earth's inherent thirst.

Gentle pitter, gentle pat
Rat-ta-tat-tat-ping-plop
Grey dawn hints lyrical hue
Inspired hymn portends anew

Gentle pitter, gentle pat
Rat-ta-tat-tat-ping-plop
Awakened cock strikes mighty chord
Stretching heralds good news of Lord


Gentle pitter, gentle pat
Down the 'pider pout
Teardrops discrete voice solo prayer
Welcome warmth into her lair

Gentle pitter, gentle pat
Up comes poppa sun
Resplendent glory reigns supreme
Long awaited mother's dream

Gentle chirping, gentle warbling
At zenith poppa sun
Fragrant 'falfa, corn knee high
Pouty 'pider spins to dry

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THE EARTH MOTHER
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Compassionate singularity
drops to AUM pure passion
intense still warm
rounds silence

“Golden Light, are you Lama?“

No!  Adamantine,she manifests
“Does not the sunrise
shower all? Enough
be it for Me"

The Eye plummets screeching
spinning dive to birth
Voice echoes warbles
"Who's your Mother now?"

She first in all ways
heart at rest
earth spins head to foot
free fall blue
butterfly save

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xTIBETAN MOTHER

Precious Tibetan Mother at prayer
In reverence she hands the Earth
to God

 

 

 

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©2015xLaurelHovde