{"id":4368,"date":"2018-06-15T02:05:16","date_gmt":"2018-06-15T01:05:16","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/?p=4368"},"modified":"2018-06-15T02:05:17","modified_gmt":"2018-06-15T01:05:17","slug":"one-dublin-mother-acknowledged","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/one-dublin-mother-acknowledged\/","title":{"rendered":"One Dublin Mother Acknowledged"},"content":{"rendered":"
\"Galway<\/a>
Galway Cathederal at Dusk<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

Working class communities are ravaged by those who seek to profit through temptation. When those fall foul of temptation, the families behind them are forgotten, here we acknowledge one such mother…<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

The tears of cruel motherhood
\nLubricated the movements of life’s joy
\nThose tenements of the modern age
\nShe guides against the guile’s of life, her boy…<\/p>\n

None of the bogey men
\nOf dark alleys could lead him astray
\nFor behind him, she was the light that cast his shadows
\nWho I got to meet one day.<\/p>\n

A jester fool danced round in rings
\nTo the jibbering screams of fools
\nWorshiping Mammon who believed in no Gods at all
\nSeemingly wasted their time in schools…<\/p>\n

The rhythms of the night had faded
\nReplaced by the birds morning song
\nExcited words went round not of the fight
\nThat he had joined the throng.<\/p>\n

For some reason, the time stood still
\nAs I have noticed some times before:
\nI would die contented in my time
\nShould I never feel its ilk no more.<\/p>\n

Alas, in time, my mood was no idle mood
\nWord got round, confused
\nHis words live on, a living memory
\nFor such, such poems are by readers, used…<\/p>\n

As we remember the boy who escaped the bogey men
\nWho could not lead him astray
\nBut the serpent through those who should have had his back
\nHad his words and his way.<\/p>\n

Be not the one to buy the first drink…
\nAnd old saying, yes, and true…
\nI remember him, shrugged shoulders, as that is life…
\nI acknowledge a Dublin mother too.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Working class communities are ravaged by those who seek to profit through temptation. When those fall foul of temptation, the families behind them are forgotten, here we acknowledge one such mother… The tears of cruel motherhood Lubricated the movements of life’s joy Those tenements of the modern age She guides …<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[155],"tags":[2354,1118,1834,829,4141,2303,4140],"class_list":["post-4368","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-death","tag-death","tag-dying","tag-eden","tag-eve","tag-forbidden-fruit","tag-serpent","tag-temptations","column","twocol"],"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p7EI4f-18s","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":3961,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/unborn-child-drawn-by-da-vinci\/","url_meta":{"origin":4368,"position":0},"title":"Unborn Child Drawn by Da Vinci","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"19th September 2017","format":false,"excerpt":"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=yaRxSk2twcA We are never as pure as when before we are born, when we truly are faultless, but again, he who walks through sin and is tempted little is purer than he who chose not to talk through the temptation lest he give in. 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