Can a child ever forget, how deep a mother’s love abides
All those days since birth, till now I’m grown she guides
Remembering her smile, so tender, so warm as her embrace
More than soothes away my pain, my fear of failure and disgrace
Even in my dreams she comforts, her voice, her scent would stay
Never will her being mother stop, till when I’m old and gray.
26 March 2015
Contest : Acrostic on Mother's Day - 1st Place
Sponsor : TAMMY REAMS
An angel gave wings to you so you can fly
Never will life pass you by
Toward the sky you will guide
Hovering above the world so high
On a cloud you sit as other's sigh
Never will you fall from the sky
Your angels taught you how to fly
When I was only five
Heard mommy always's say
Angel keep being naughty and you won't make it to
Entry for Adam Hapworth's
Captcha Acrostic Contest
A mazing child full of life
Unconditional relentless love
Touched by angels through the strife
Insightful blessings from above
Struggles with communication
Tries with joyful anticipation
Intelligence beyond the norm
Child of God within the storm
I s a child to be heard?
N o one answers, as usual. The silence is slowly killing me.
S orrow, misunderstanding and these mourning memories,
I s this the way it is supposed to be? Since that fateful day, I have been a
G irl, lost in a whirl of tragic past, calamitous present and the fear of having no future,
N ever have I known what "family", "friends" or "fiends" mean, for
I have never made or heard of any.
F or I am thirteen, just as inconsequential as a dwarf planet, amongst boundless galaxies.
I live in misery, why won't anyone listen to me? I may be young, but I
C an converse, listen and see, and I
A m as normal as you are. So why
N ot give me a chance to prove myself?
C an you ever give me a listening
E ar? Is a child to be heard?
Self-Esteem destroyed; lost and never found
Engaged in unwanted advances; horror all around
X-Rated is the actions; the pain is something unable to forget
United are the demons, which created the mood to set
Audacity running through his veins; unable to see the fright
Losing all my dignity; fighting with all my might
Lusting for a purpose; one of the ultimate sins
Yearning for gratification; not thinking about the child within
Mortified beyond repair; a terrified child now resides
Open to the vulnerability; a perfect secret now to hide
Losing this perverted battle; feeling mute and all alone
Emptiness has now replaced, a subtle joyful tone
Silence I have learned; haunting memories hiding within
Trust I give to no one; for all of life is one big sin
Exiled from a childhood, that helped make me who I am today
Disgraced by the memories as I watched my childhood fade away
© Stacy Lynn Stiles
Sense of humour, elevating our spirits
Musing over the simple things in life, rejoicing at what we find
Imagination stimulated, childlike, seeing the wonders in life
Light heartedness, laughing at one’s self!
Everything as it is meant to be, smiling, enjoying, the gift of life
Halloween night of events
Alot of trick or treating
Lots of candy for eating
Love when they come to the door
Opening bags wanting more
Witches, pumpkins or a ghost
Each comparing who got most
Even the parents take part
Not admit their young at heart
Everything Halloween contest
Brave hearted, an ambitious soul
Raving beauty, tip of the knoll
Intellectually tops the poll
Thoughtful friend, able to console
Thinker, for deep answers she’ll troll
New adventures in her life stroll
Exceptional, she has big goals
Yearns for actions that make her whole
S-peak not the truth, pleasant or not,
I-n my mouth, silence resounds;
G-ive me your smile and not a frown,
N-od your head and I’ll understand.
L-ift up my spirit as I do the rest,
A-ccept me for what I am and my weaknesses,
N-eeding your special love, care and sweetness,
G-od rewards you a thousand folds if you can give.
U-pbeat so much of your capabilities,
A-ll of us have something to share;
G-uide me to make the stars not out of my reach,
E-nigma of my strength is you, my God’s gift.
Sign language helps you to understand me,
for I am a child who is a hearing impaired.
Note: I composed this poem lovingly dedicated to exceptional kids especially the HI. May God bless you all.
Little angel came to me just before the dawn
A screech she did exhale followed by a yawn:
Charismatic, joyful happy soul shared her life with me
Every single day, month that has gone by:
Years she shines sunlight in my eye
Tonight, save me and wife and child from thee
Haunted horror our home assumes to be
Enchanted with evils, souls hell has freed
Oh God, thy neck is tired and hard to hold
Tyra...my wife, and child walk old of cold
Hath they, the dark; homeless, grotesque and bold
Entered at ease our evenings to ahold
Reaping our grand estate as ghosts paroled!
Vanish thy presence, hither not, visitor
Ill souls, why bring forth this inquisitor?
She speaks to me a low and lurring breath
I notice now the fog below my breath...
To be or not to be, I question death!
Oh God, must I travel her telepath?
Reciting how death of sick wife and child
Seduced a rope that my neck so beguiled
Cuddling up close to teddy,
Happy smile on her face she sleeps
Is she remembering the circus with
Lions and tigers prancing about,
Dancing dogs, making her dream complete
D umbfounded by
H ow could he?
O ne more tragedy
O ver 25 bodies
K eep them in your prayer please, children of Tragedy
©Copyright December 16, 2012 by Brian Pierre-Alexander
© All Rights Reserved
When out on the lawn green grass grew everywhere,
I knew in a moment that no snowman was there.
No child in the town would see a white Christmas.
The ice in the rink arrived man-made and fogless.
Excited boisterous children laughed and slip-slid around.
Rip-roarious the winter wonders in a warm southern town.
What fantastic fantasies fill malls in Florida winters?
Opulent brilliance, colorful lights bedecked and blinkers.
Noble elves work inside at each new on site workshop.
Delightfully watching children gleam with eyes all lit up.
Exceptional imaginations and a warm winter show.
Reality slips into fantasy as cherry faces start to glow.
Love in the air mingles with scents of bayberry.
Adults all around adorning, become merry.
Not one child misses winter in their Florida town.
Dependably on time, Santa always comes around.
© December 24, 2011
Helpless, and unexpecting.
Innocent then innocence taken away.
Loving and trusting children being made to
Do things against their will and having
Sexual things done to them.
Evil revealing itself in different ways and
X-pecting children not to say anything. an
Unkind and uncaring human being torturting
A defenseless, innocent child.
Long lasting effects of the
Abuse is what the survivor will endure all
Because some people are just plain sick and
Uncaring. full of threat
Sexual predators stay away; we wish. there's no
Excuse for hurting and sexual abusing a child.
written 22nd March 2001
D is for the delightful child you are
A is for the angels that light up your way
M is for the manner you hold inside
I is for the independent gentleman I've raised
O is for the overwhelming warmth you bring me
N is for the loving nature within your heart
So delicate and precious
Touching my palms so sensuous
All you need to remember
Is mummy will be here, for ever and ever
Today....... we have to say goodbye one last time to you,
For us, your children, it has to be the hardest thing we've had to do!
I know you have left this body before us and yet it seems oh too real,
So many people who loved you,"praying for what they must feel."
We knew this day would come but not yet....it's way to soon.
Begging God for his mercy...."please help us by healing you."
The sun is shining like a warm July,
The patriotic flag waving high in the sky!
I can't help but think, maybe he did save you?
What actually went wrong, why did it happen so soon?
Our lives will never be the same, we'll never talk to you or even hear your voice,
As of today or even tomorrow we will never have that choice.
You have been the teacher of God's word and a child of his grace,
I'm sure the gates of heaven opened up and the Angel's have rejoiced.
But here on earth we are left with the memory and a pain I can't explain,
We cry for no reason, we don't understand what's left to gain?
Car's are lined up around the block, we look back as far as we can see,
Our Mom is so blessed by people she touched and her life a legacy.
Now entering your final place of rest, we're put to the test,
Bishop Jesse begins to say...what a beautiful day she gave us! For God's child to rest.
He say's we are "Celebrating" life of such a great woman of God,
She was a fishermen of men and a teacher of his love,
Her great hope was for all to follow his word.....let us pray,
So many turned their lives over to Jesus on this day.
Amen! She is still bringing people to know him even in his place of rest.
So to you Mom; Fly away my Angel! you are the best!!
BRING BACK OUR GIRLS..........
Bestiality in human faces
Religion in disguised cruelty
Intolerance puts fetters upon morality
Never-ending bloodbath of humanity
Generations trapped in infinite cry for freedom
Brutality finds refuge in gothic arms
Affliction upon innocent souls
Concerned voices in the wilderness
Knell of terror in unison sounds echo
Ode to Sambisa occupies my mind
Under the forest in bondage dreams are
Reality that haunts mankind
Girlhood ruddled by stains of pains in captivity
Infinite cries, lies, pains, sadness………
Rationale for my anger
Let thy tears their doom spell
Silence already spoken.
Curiosity brimming over the edge
Heart that only waits but never demands
Innocence in a glance pure and sweet
Laughter and glee over the simplest gift
Dear and earnest gratifications flow
‘Softly illuminating the wondrous glow
Cheerful in the future prediction
Heart brimming with endless benediction
Rivers of optimism stream and buoyantly flush
Inner being and outward joy a healthful blush
Santa Claus prances with excitement and glee
Tree dear tree how verdant is Thee
Manger of presents abundant yet meager
Awesome, accomplishing role of a giver
Swirling and twirling the soft snow falls
Youthful and innocent how it enthralls
Chuckles and coo when happy
Hugs mama’s neck for comfy
‘Innocence’ is born from him I guess
Loves daddy’s chocolates and kisses
Divinely soul so pure
M aternity the cry goes out
O bviosuly the babes being born no doubt
T rembling with anticipation
H ospital the birth location
E very parent panic torn
R elieved when child is actually born
B ouncing girl or little boy
A bsoulute the parent’s joy
B eaming down a smile so sweet
Y es parenthood can make both complete
F ainted on delivery room floor
A dead weight blocking off the door
T rembling as he comes to see
H is lovely child cute as can be
E xcited in the role he’ll play
R ewarded till his dying day
Memories on the pages of our book are forever inspiring.
Overwhelmed is how I feel at times because I love you so.
Together our bond is eternal.
Happiness is ours for keeps so long as we have each other.
Endearing words you say to me and others makes me proud.
Raising you is a joy.
Holding onto you is unconditional because of our love.
Old photographs make me smile as each milestone is replayed.
Others see the love we have and their support is forever there.
Digging deep is sometimes what we do, but always know that I love you.
written 22nd March 2001
P is for your "petite little smile
A is for your bright "angle eyes
Y is for all the "yarns you tell
T is for the little "temper you have
E is for the "eternal happiness you bring
E is for the "endless laughter that follows
N is for the "nagging questions you ask
A is for your little muck "attitude
You are my petite little angle eyes
With a story behind every lie
Giving attitude to everyone
Except, the one you lovingly call mum
Infants are naturally propagators of this quality
No direct blend with vices and curiosity, also
Not knowing at all is a huge cover
Over such mind seemingly pure
Carnality is naïve even though it sticks around
Ego is still searching for shade to comfort in
Naughtiness and craftiness yet to rent in this mind
Completely far from participating in wrongs
Easy to detect but not only from countenance and outlook
When the angels sang so long ago, the world was forever changed!
CHRIST CHILD BORN OF A VIRGIN
Heralded by angels
Inexplicable good news
Savior born this night
Tidings of great joy
Come, let us see this thing which the Lord
Hath made known unto us
Infant, so tender and mild
Lord of Lords
Deity above all others
Born in the city of David
Opening a virgin's womb
No end to His Kingdom
Open your heart to Him
Fall prostrate before Him
I say unto you
Give praise to Him
Intone prayers to Him
Now is the day of salvation
6 September 2011
Contest Name: Write It Deep And Dramatic, Please
Mother is born when her child arrives
One who has your back without compromise
Tenderly nurtures your needs and your likes
Heartfelt concern when adversity strikes
Each child holds a key to her unselfish heart
Relentless defender right from the start
Steadfast devotion in excess supply
Deserving a day of her own, this is why
A celebration of thanks for her love unsurpassed
You share the hope of tomorrow and dreams of the past.
Mothers Day contest (Acrostic)
Before you read the poem please put together the first alphabet of each line to understand the theme…success personified (acrostic style with rhyme)
Seeds sown at the child’s birth,
Understand that to be born in sin, there is no dearth.
Cease to reason why the mother her name is always betrayal,
Come on we all know her best girl friends are struggle, heartache, disappointment and denial.
Ease into the child ears soft strain of lullabies of hardship,sorrow,grief and of people on trial.
Sure we are that the father his name is sufferings, his buddies are tragedy and despair,
Sweet child of the unholy union can be the one to get the electric chair,
But is known as SUCCESS if given tender loving care,
Oh its roots are always never too rich, that of multimillionaire.
Rise from the crowd below and climb the steps of glory,
Now on is the only aim for him so that in his memoir he can write a fine story….
Sanity, as well as