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Disturbed Child

That disturbed child
The teen girl with no friends, 
and is rejected by her loved ones
She feels broken inside,
like theres no other choice
She takes the iron razor, 
she puts it to her arm and hopes the pain will fade,
but in the end it only makes her feel worse
She does this to herself not because she is sad, 
but because she doesn't think any one cares
She thinks 
What if I put this razor to my throat,
and ended my life
Would they care then?
She feels like no one cares 
What she doesn't realize is, 
if she died a river of tears would come,
even faster then the blood would run from her
If she only knew life can be brighter 
If she would only see, 
that she is loved
That disturbed child, 
We miss her
and theres no getting her back
What could we have done
Was there any changing her mind
Only God knows

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A Pocketful of Dreams

I have a pocket Full of dreams
that, I carry wherever I go
I wonder what dreams I'll dream tonight
for I never seem to know

I closed my eyes to drift asleep
as I reached in for a dream
I grabbed one tight within my hand
then, flying became the theme

Now, I'm in a dream and flying
and, this feeling of flight is grand
I have no wings to fly at all
Yet, my feet lift off the land

I used my mind to fly around
such freedom I can feel
For, deep down in my heart I know
that flying can't be real

I woke with the dream of flying
And yet, it's never as it seems 
But, I know I'll dream this dream again
from my pocketful of dreams

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He was only 17

He crushed his heart. On hopes flutteringly light as butterfly wings. On dreams foolishly bright as silver bells. On dreams seemingly fine and looking good. He broke his heart. On tales of lust hewn from his faint heart. He banked his faith on the words of a woman. He lost his sight searching into darkness. He thought it wise to love once and never again. He thought he had found his only love. His only hope. He was only 17

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Windows Apart

She slips away silently, to escape mothers screams
And crawls so softly, into bed, into dreams

His dreams became so dark
Left them to his escape into the dark
To dream open eyes outside window 
Across his vision he saw as light lost its flicker 

Loss for air she lay, sobbing away sorrow
But she felt invaded, grasping in surprise's horror
So close these shattered mirrors lay
A soft curious cry,a leaf blow away
Together now their halos became so clear
The coping of bewildered souls to share

He slips away silently, to escape his skeleton's haunts
And crawls softly, into new arms, to cure a world of wants

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There's little left now, Lawson, mate, of your home by the hill, 
Except, a guarding sentinel, the chimney stands there still; 
To some it's just another site, for tourists passing through, 
Perhaps they've never read your works - how sad, but maybe true. 
Eurunderee and childhood days, please tell me if I'm wrong, 
Instilled in you mixed memories and feelings, oh so strong. 
Yes, monumental moments mate;  the hardship and the joy. 
They brought to mind old childhood days when I was just a boy. 
Is that your Dad with shouldered axe and wand'ring off somewhere? 
His cross-cut saw with him as well.  I'm sure it's him, I swear. 
The dark haired lady on the log and scribbling on a pad; 
Your Mum I guess at work on verse;  she taught you well my lad. 
Old grandpa Albury's visiting and dons his greasy hat. 
 I know it's him, no other soul could ever shout like that. 
The muck on brother Charlie's face.  It's not Jim Nowlett's brew? 
He surely can't believe that tale, 'cause none of it is true. 
I see young brother Peter mate is tending cows again. 
You mentioned how they liked to stray.  You're right, they are a pain. 
Is that a horseman riding up and pack horse by his side? 
It can't be old Dave Regan.  No!  They told me he had died.  
If Billy Grimshaw's teams passed now, his bales of wool so high, 
He couldn't swear from being bogged;  the bitumen runs by. 
The gold has long but disappeared, though grape vines grow here still; 
Red wine is known around the world;  I know, I've had my fill. 
I can't stay any longer mate I've got a way to go; 
To join up with my poet friends, up Queensland way you know.  
I'm glad though that I stopped a while to reminisce with you, 
Like Banjo mate, deep down within, I saw you as true blue. 

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Paired Parings

A sister strides amongst the clouds 
with teardrops in her eyes.
wisps of hair fly in the wind as
thunder claps her cries.

I call to her, as up I rise
with sunbeams on my lips
I grasp her cheeks with my two hands
as round her the wind whips

Her tears kissed dry she lightly trips
down to a lower plane
where breezy winds stroke gently by
a storm released refrain.

Arm in arm over jade terrain
the sisters dance so blithe
One dark one pale, both beautiful
each waiting to be wives.

* Dedicated to my muse Dee in Darkness & Light

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My Long Lost Friend

He was my best friend
His name was Snoopy
He was a beagle
My favorite pet.

I got him on Christmas day
He was just a little pup
I loved him so much
Then God took him away.

He was out hunting 
He never came back
He was gone 
Just like that.

I wonder every day
Where is he
Alive or…

I still miss him so
I cry at night
Missing him
Missing him.  

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Patchwork Teddy Bear

Little stuffed bear
lying on a bed
Made of odd pieces of cloth
Not as handsome
as store-bought bears
Of this he was ashamed
But he captured the heart
of a little girl
And of this he was rightfully proud
Nestled in her arms
So loving each night
He led a charmed life
He brought sweet dreams
or so it seems
and had no wants at all

Years passed, and
the little girl
grew to think he was
of no more use to her
He found himself in
a trash can
His heart so hurt
the angels cried
And this is what they swore

To teddy bear heaven
they carried him
to rest in well earned peace
But from heaven he
could not bear to be
He wanted to be with her
That you surely see

One night the girl
had a frightful nightmare
and cried out for her bear
And in a flash our Teddy came
To keep away the scare

Now Teddy again lies on her bed 
On his face a mighty grin
Cause Teddy found out
his one great love
Indeed still needed him.

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I'm Sorry

 im sorry ive caused you pain.
i thank you for sticking by me through everything.
and not giving up on me. i dnt no what
i would do if you had given up on me.
Im sorry ive lied to your face and you knew it,
but you still loved me the same as before.
so i thank you.
i dont know if i would be here with you if you had given up on me.
im sorry ive broken your trust over and over,
and you still wanna trust me.
i thank you again.
i dont know wat i would have done if you didnt trust me.
im sorry ive done things behind your back,
even though i promised you i would never do them.
im sure you knw but you never said anything.
i wish you would have. it would have saved us all alot of pain
i thank you for never giving up on me.
i dont no how to tell you how much i love you.
mom i love you sooooooo much you wont ever no how much i love u and thank you for everything

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A Child's Dream Come True

As the sunsets at the end of the day,
And the night begins to fall,
So, does all the dreams of all the little children,
In their own wonderlands of their own,
Wishing and thinking of great things to come,
Hoping their parents will make these dreams come alive,
Cause dreams to children should become bright and gleam,
And all to them more than just alive,
All children want is hopes and dreams to become true,
But if you can teach them how to work hard at them,
They too can make their dreams become their own reality,
For any one person works hard enough,
At what they want in life,
They can have any one thing they want,
All they have to do is work really hard to make it real,
For believers can believe in themselves,
And strive to work toward making their own goals,
Their very own come true,
Which gives more satisfaction in life,
Than things being handed to you,
So always strive for the best,
And all your wishes and dreams can come true,
In your life if you want them too.

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A Brother

They come in all shapes These folks we call friends Opinions they share And souls each one bares. But no friend comes close To that of a brother Great strength from within Tender hearts that don’t smother. It’s often been said To have many friends One first is a friend With whom one breaks bread. When one needs to glean The support of another Seek out far and wide The comfort of a brother!

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So Swift the Days Will Pass

Up on the hill I found my joy
on grass of green and gold
I would roll down when a young boy
for I was fast and bold.

Oh how we'd play from dawn to dusk
in torn pants and bare feet
The day a thrill when winds were brusque
yes we were colts so fleet.

We ate the small fruits in the grass
sweet ones red and blue
Oh yes the joys found as time passed
were there for most of you.

Up on those hills who was to know
that time would fly so fast.
That life would bind our bare foot soul
and days so swift would pass.


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I woke watching television news
The jet plane is soaring high note
Operation Sulu is launched forth
Until the intruders to get out
Malaysia always chose to peace
Come and let us all save peace

Philippines is wanting peace
For Sulu Archipelago is its part to ease
Sulu Royal Army chose to enter because of peace
They call homeland in the book pages 
They decide to stay and die never ended
Many see this is not a good choice
But for them this is a pride to hold and take
Come and let us all save peace

For Malaysia also has to protect its state
Its sovereignty whether lives at stake
It has chosen the space to negotiate
And has given the time to withdraw in peace 
But the “intruders” is hard to take the leave
Come and let us all save peace

Many children cried
Much wives shed tears
Every Mothers weep
Their love ones died but with pride
Our prayers to put ahead their faith
Come and let us all save peace

The eyes of the world where are you?
The humanitarian aid you have to do
Don’t you see the lives are here waiting?
The civilians need your helping
Do not wait until the time lapse to nothing
Come and let us all save peace and do something.

Come and let us all save peace
Take part and let us all save peace
Pray and let us all save peace
Where are you peace activists?
Come and let us all save peace
Let us all save peace!

This is the day that Malaysian Forces conducted “Ops Sulu” to drive the group from Sulu that recently entered Tandu’, Lahad Datu, Sabah. 12:41PM, 5th March 2013, Bandar Sandakan, Sabah, Malaysia. 

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The Tiny Little Ant

There once was a tiny little ant
that was so, so very small
To him, every other single ant
was great big, huge and tall

He tried to help the best he could
as they all lived in their nest
The other ants would push him aside
and say, " Why don't you take a rest "

There's nothing here that you can do
said, the ants that were passing by
He knew that he was way too small
yet, he knew that he should try

To help his family do their chores
after all he is an ant
But, no matter how hard he tried each day
they all told him, he can't

They told him he was way too small
'cause he could fit on the head of a pin
They said to him, " Just go away "
" You never did fit in "

That sad and heartbroken little ant
decided to leave that day
He would rather live all by himself
Than to be treated in that way

He traveled across the countryside 
and, for days he never stopped
Then, a great big wind came and lifted him high
to a tree limb he was dropped

A storm was brewing, the wind was blowing
and he knew that he must hide
He saw a tiny little hole
so he ran, then crawled inside

He found a little tunnel
that led him deep within the tree
It came to a great big opening 
to his amazement he did see

Another colony of little ants
that seem to be like him
But, it was hard to see within that tree
'cause the light was very dim  

He had to get much closer
He had to really see
Are they really little ants?
Are they just like me?

He saw, they were just like him
as his face began to grin
He asked if he could live with them
so they happily took him in

There's a moral to this story
about this tiny little ant
You can always do what you put your mind to
'Cause there's no such thing as, can't

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A Mother Like no Other

I have a mother like no other...
Never really understood her when i was younger...
To others she was always kind and giving...
Yet to her children she was mostly harsh and controlling...
I have always wanted to know why but never did...
And as i age i often felt like a lost kid...
Constantly searching for love and care...
Something i felt my own mother would not even bare...
Now that she has aged too...
It breaks my heart and makes me shed a tear or two...
To see her old and weary...
Crossed my mind to ask her finally...why mommy?
Then it suddenly dawned on me...i do not need an answer...
For all i have to do is look at her...
Hard and long enough, without any anger...
Think of all the people she kept under her wings...
And be thankful of how they took off and soared...
Because of all the love my mother could afford...
I figured if she has saved a life at our expense...
Then....everything makes sense...

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The Boy Who Wasnt Ready To Grow

Amidst of all the sorrow,
stood still a boy who wasnt ready to be the man he supposed to grow,
In the decaying dime for  bitter crumbs, 
Only the slickest minds could climb,
The rising wall of the Notre Damme.

He wasnt ready,no.not yet.

The timekeeper keep blowing the whistle,he said the time is up,
young stud would u please keep up! 

And so he ran like a scared prey on the hunt,
Out where no one could find,
in the Disneyland of the Outcast,  away from the past,
Tranquilized under the moonlight glow.

He’s just the boy who wasn’t ready to grow.

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John Henry

John Henry

He wakes up in the morning 
when the clock shows five
And he looks in his mirror 
and sees he's still alive
He stumbles in his room 
and falls down in his chair
And he listens to voices 

He was born in the summer of 94
And was found on the steps
Outside the church door
And from that day on
He would live the life of the poor
He never knew his momma
And he never knew his pa
To find them now he would need radar

At the age of sixteen he left his life in care
He had so many parents some were good
And some were poor
And others just showed him the door
Now he is back to his usual tricks
And he is looking for more kicks
So he decides  to have one more score
And he slips down from his chair

And now he is lying on the floor
Poor John Henry
The boy who lived next door

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The Alien

The Alien.
"Here's the village Idiot
Here comes the loony fool"
So many taunts did follow him
Oh kids can be so cruel!
The Alien, his face all cowed
With caution treads his way
As the gossip done, invades him every day.

He's a shade too short on mighty brawn
He's a pilgrim of the soul
He's a Sailor floating through his dreams
And he has no worldly goals
And when those kids kicked footy balls
And swore and carried on
The alien got lost  within his own song.

He's been told that he be nothing
By so many through the years
And now his body broken
Still wading in his fears
The wings have made to open up
So the butterfly may rise
And so the mighty Phoenix 
must head he for the skies.

Dec 22 2003.

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I'm Still Here

I'm still here,
Though I think that I,
May be fading fast,
You know you've never known me,
And I cry,
When I see that I've a past.
Somehow I know,
That if I could go,
And redeem myself,
I'd sleep in my own head at last.

When did this girl appear?
In the mirror,
wracked with fear,
When will this reflection be
Someone who looks like me?

It's cold outside,
But I love the ice,
Because it warms my soul
And takes me to my childhood.
Throwing dice
And watching as they roll.
Inside my head,
I still feel the dread,
But I let it go
Burying this wretched hole,

When did this girl appear,
In the mirror,
Scratched but clear:
Tears in eyes and scars, she says
that, "I don't Know."
Sometime I hope she'll be, 
Back in me,
One day this mirror will show,
Someone that I know.


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I sometimes sit and wonder, dad are you with me? and are you sad?
I think of the time I had with him here on earth
He was a this frail, little man who loved the Lord 
He certainly did all he could, he loved yellow for he stood out in a crowd
My dad was a wonderful person and friend
You just had to do for him, he was always so happy and never sad
To have some help from time to time, he loved you to come see him
He was a true man of God
He went to church and gave all he had
He never had extravagant things
He loved the basics of having furniture and clothes
When I gave him the rocking chair for Fathers Day in 2008,
Little did I know he was getting ready to leave this earth
I remember being so very happy to see, the smile on his face
When I would come near
The thing I am trying to express for all of us is  to love your fathers and
Give them your trust
For you never know that this little man from God in yellow 
He may still be sitting in the church he loved. 
I remember always my father he was, the light of my life and now he is with the
Lord above
Love your fathers and let them know that you truly love them so.....

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Before you speak 
To show me all this hatred that you feel
Let me breath into your eyes 
The innocence can heel 
Choking, spitting, choking
I’m choking in your heart
This black blood dripping endlessly
Tares our love apart
Strangle in my lines~ first time
Like a snake spies, a cat, fur, skin, crawl
Sometimes I’d dream for a web made of silk~
Stretching across, inside my mind
Reaching too far, but never to find
A search that’s gone, but still going on
That’s why- That’s why
That’s why- I’m you
Fuqq me. I’m you
Strangle in my lines~ again
Like a bird sings “Give Love”
Counting fortune one-by-one
Sometimes I’d dream for 
Your spell to cast into my sea 
Sinking down, grasping what’s gone	
I see not what I see I am
Down so high!!
Down so high!!
Strangle in my lines~ once more
Like a “Head Done In”
Imagine the sound	
My scream
My Scream
\\Not Lust//
Sometimes I’d Pray
for Angels
Angels fuqqing on the wall
Angels fuqqing in the rain
Angels fuqqing in time

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Way Up High

Way up high
In the sky
That’s where we will be-will be
Soring there
In the air
Up above the clouds
You and I

Way up high
Where the birds fly
You are safe- safe with me
Soring there
Through the air
Sleep little one
Sweet dreams to thee

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Princess Angelina

Princess Angelina

Princess Tinsels baby daughter
Has grown up quite a bit
And my, oh, my, she’s beautiful
Oh, she has all of it
A heart of gold, a lovely form
And she’s so full of bliss
Her name is Angelina
So very sweet she is.

She has a way with animals
That seems at times like magic
She loves all people, all of them
And when their days are tragic
She’ll give them the milk of kindness
She has the healing touch
And even gnomes and bitter demons
They all love her so much.

Angelina, she is loved
By all who hear her name
Folk they come from miles around
To see this girl of fame
One day she will be their queen
And it is plain to see
That when she takes that station on
A wondrous Queen she’ll be.

6 September 2013 @ 0535hrs.

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What I am doing is not idealism.
It’s a cause for our homeland. 
It is also for the benefits of oppressed people. 

And oppression should not reign
in the peaceful land of good people. 
I may not live longer in this world 
and I knew I will die as others will be.

It would be better to help fight for peace in peace 
than fighting for peace by war.
There is nothing good to achieve by raging war 
and countering war by war.

Peace had become a common piece like candies.
Any person has the right to embrace peace
even only a piece of peace like sweets,
but not a piece in a war for peace!
Let us taste this piece of peace.

I love you peace.
Layag Sug!

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The toy collector

Toy collector:

He holds the bear gently in his old wrinkled hands as he gazes into its kind beaded eyes. The toy collector sees love lined in its double stitches and his childhood in the busted toys smile.

There stitched in black thread he can hear the sound of a child laughter, happiness, and growth reviving his memory of youth, like a jolt of life to an empty vein.

The years have passed freely, almost fleeting by. He had no more time to play in grassy school yards or hide from girls wearing satin dress, he had to grow up. The boy eventually turned into a man and was forced to pack away his toys regrettably into a wooden box.

There they sat in the attic awaiting the return of their beloved friend while he aged slowly into an adult.

High school came and went, college, even marriage but unfortunately he was never blessed with his own child. No one to share in the lined pleats of his own childhood. All of this he now recognizes in the bears sandy eyes.

The toy collector hands his most prized procession to his wife, a dazed look covering his forlorn face. 

She takes his withered hand and speaks gently in his ear.
“All the memories in the world could never replace the love between a man and his bear.”

“Yes, but even the toy collector eventually grows to old and must let go.”
He replies in woe.

His thin lips force a smile as he repacks the boxes that escaped him long ago and in the early morn of the next day he patently sits alone outside for a bus to come.

The driver honks her horn and greats him with a warming smile.
“Are all of these toys for our orphanage?”

The toy collector regrettably nods.
“Things have been pretty rough but this will surly lift there sprits up.”
She confesses as she gently grabs a random box.

As she stacks them one by on into the now cluttered van his bear falls onto the pavement below.

Unable to pick it up he wrinkles his brow with great sadness.
Suddenly the passenger door opens revealing the face of a young girl and as she draws near she extends her hand and clutches the bear.

“Did you find a friend little Lou?”

His heart melts as she kisses the teddy gently then smiles.
“thank you.”
The child coos softly.

The toy collector lives in the toys he collects, but the man lives forever in the bear the child now possesses.

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(1 January 2013 – 12:01AM)

By this first day of the year 2013
I am asking anyone to forgive me if I have things done that hurt you. 
I was sudden with the firecrackers
Sounds of bullets flying in the air
This is becoming a culture
That by the end and start of the year there shall be having a gun fire
Is this so not to put a gun as inutile?
I have no new year’s resolution at hand 
But I wanted to do my best to change whatever things needed to be changed. 
Oh God please witness my changes to manifest in my entire being 
from good to very good, from ordinary to extra ordinary and from evil to no evil. 
Let me love memories of 2012 that I have
Please forgive me God through everyone’s forgiveness.
I love everyone and someone. 
Thank you God! 

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Loosing A Child

It hurts very much,
When the one's you love,
Are ripped from your very life,
It makes you feel as if,
You are not up to being,
The person you should be,
In this dreary everyday world,
That can be so cruel.
So, think about how your life,
Is running it's very course,
And what changes you need to make'
To better your life,
In order to see the happiness,
Of keeping the beautiful thing,
You have created,
And brought into this very world,
So, you can keep this child,
Close to you in your life,
And watch it grow,
To bond with them each and everyday,
So, the child will never grow up,
knowing someone else,
As Mom and Dad,
Pushing you away from their life,
Till the day,
You will be totally gone,
From their hearts and minds,
Which is the sign of disaster all the way,
For it will be the hurt of a lifetime.

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In the morning at 4am
Ma took me in her arms
She said "Let's go out little Ben"
As she walked through the barn

The day before, Ma was crying
Searching for air as she gasped
Strangers asked her to stop trying
They said it's for the best

Food was so scarce in our village
Poverty in display
The robbers and thieves they pillaged
To everyone's dismay

Mama tried hard to keep me well
Since Daddy was long gone
But she's a victim in this hell
In hell, hope never dawns

The day before, they came to us
They said one word "Adopt"
Mama cried when they called me "Love"
When she smiled, my heart stopped

In the morning at 4am
Ma woke me up from sleep
She said "Let's go out little Ben"
Crossing the forest deep

I asked Mama where we're going
She clasped my hand so tight
I saw my fate not a knowing
Everything was a blight

We came a halt at a doorstep
Handsome house with grandeur
Ma ran the bell; I held my breath
The door opened; I shuddered

Ma pulled me close, and held me tight
Rocking me as she swayed
She said "Darling, hold your head high"
Mama don't go away

ILAS (04/02/2015)

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Spring Surprise

Who remembers, is it only me?
When March had drizzled, and April fooled us...
But a morning in the month of May.........

We'd spread upon a kitchen table 
Paste made of flour, scissors, borrowed
paper, crayons of rainbow colors 
Pretty paper doilies and….
Mama letting little hands
Create surprises, of cone shaped fans… 

The memory shrugs so many years 
Where innocence, was cut and shaped
Into bright-sprigged paper cones
Accomplishments, each of our own

   On May the first, a small bouquet
   We would rehearse, a verse to say
   To spread come spring, then run away

Then quickly running out the door
To pick spring beauties, one by one
Fresh Lillies of the Valley, wildwood fern, 
Gathering them, heavy on their stems
Sweet and fresh as morning dew, 
So filled with springtime, filled with bloom

Then paper cones were flower filled
Small bouquets of sweet perfume
Then down the dusty road we trudged
Side by side, with grins of pride
No greater pleasure as a child
The thought of bringing someone smiles

       On May the first, a small bouquet
       We would rehearse, a verse to say
       To spread come spring, then run away

Timid knocking on a door
 “Surprise...Surprise! Look what’s in store!”
Our little legs now running fast, 
And down the road, quite out of breath
Behind a tree, where we would hide
And watch them find this flower prize
Must not....get caught.....must not get caught!
And we were taught
That bringing gifts to make them sigh
Was worth a lot !! Was worth the thought
A thoughtful way to light their eyes

      On May the first, a small bouquet
      We would rehearse, a verse to say
      To spread come spring, then run away 


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Powder Monkey

The noose is a nightmare for any seafaring man
Especially those who thrive the best they can

Danger lurks on the waves like a mugger in the shadows
The only concern is the prize and the gallows

For the young pressed into service have two labors
Cabin boy or powder monkey are their favors

A fair share for those who survived
Though not to many lived to enjoy the ride

Mostly master gunners would employ the young ones
For the task of loader and powder runs

A grizzly sight to any mother of today
Blood spattered, powder covered, limbs severed portray 

I dare say I met one intact and conscious 
He was rude and quite audacious 

No name had he just an X above the knee
His mark given by Captain of the Breeze

A sloop of war in Caribbean was this
Massacred whole crews drunk as piss

The boys attitude so moved my heart
That I had to set him free from his part

Before I saw him he was the only one left to be hanged
Port Royals mob clawed and fanged 

I set to watch when I saw how young he was
I had to do something for his cause

I bid the court give me custody immediately 
They awaited the response from the Admiralty

The response was yes almost to late
For the executioner just removed the safety plank

He kicked and cried for a moment then released
With the knife of the kings lease

A bruise found its way around his neck as a reminder
For a life against the grinder

I sailed him back to London to learn a trade 
And go to school for a decade

I later named him after my name kidd
Later to be known as William Kidd

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The Voyager

 He ventured from out of the west
    In a small cabin amidships:
 Stole away in an unknown quest,
 Salty ocean brine wet on his lips

 In the concealment of dim twilight
    Neptune braced his trident,
 And offered safe passage in the night
 When stormy seas grew more violent

 Into locks and narrow canal tide
    Ocean to ocean Panama led:
 Two continents yonder either side,
"No turning back now" a voice said

 Starboard to port - stern to bow -
    The turbines below decks on:
 He'd be back someday, somehow,
 But alas, not for a long time gone

 Blinding rain cracked the dark sky,
    And heat of hurricane wind:
 Out from beyond shadows slip by
 In the playground of the dolphin

 Sped over vast nautical canyons
    Deep into southern latitudes:
 Lifeboat drills required all hands
 Lest we sail a sea of vicissitudes

 As a cool morning breeze rolled in
    He'd hear that droning hull:
 Feel the shift of the sea in motion
 And watch the Albatross and gull

 On his maiden voyage went he far
    Into the Tasman a sea rover:
 No longer shone the Northern Star
 But soon the journey would be over

 Natives in canoes off Tahiti - sellin'
    Beads and cloths finely sewn:
 Like Columbus, Cortez, and Magellan
 In foreign lands not unlike his own

"Last port of call" they shouted loud
    Down gangway's shiny gloss:
 Ahoy! Land of the Long White Cloud -
 Farewell good ship SS Southern Cross


From Port of Spain, Trinidad 
To Auckland, New Zealand: Dec 1968

July 1994

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Lost Children Of The Alleghenies

Two boys disappeared without a trace
from their parents and their homeplace.
It seems nobody had seen the face
of either boy,such a sad case.

In April of eighteen fifty six
these little boys were in the sticks
while supper their mama did fix.
She first thought they were up to tricks.

Over and over she called each name.
Figured that they were playing a game.
She told her husband Samuel the same
when home from his hunting trip he came.

They were nowhere to be found.
Neighbors came from all around.
Their shouts made such an eerie sound.
They even searched with a bloodhound.

For ten long days the search went on.
But these two little boys were gone.
Then on the parents it started to dawn
that they were an unwilling pawn.

In a horrid guessing game of a kind
some of the people were of a mind
they'd killed their boys in a fury blind.
But they were never thus inclined.

During this speculation it seems
their neighbor Jacob was having dreams.
Nightmares people construed as schemes
of the little boys lying dead by streams.

Deep in the Pennsylvania wood
they searched this same area good.
Found the dead boys near where they stood
and knew that they'd done all they could.

Now you might not believe it's so
that they would find the children though
it's proven they'd searched both high and low.
Was it the dreams?We'll never know.

This has been been considered folklore (although based on fact)
near my hometown in Pennsylvania

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The Fault Was Your Own

The Fault Was Your Own

With these words,I wonder if I shall break your spirit.
With these stones and stick,I plan to break you.
With this bloody revenge,I will have you wholesomely.

As you slap away m hand let's say our fear is only great toward me yet your cowardice actions are full of jokes

You nothing more then an eye sore,To prideful to even realize that'll you'll fall break before the day is done.

Tick tock,Tick tock. Your clocks running thin,for if I a prideful beast breaks I'll be sure to bring you with me.

Ha,such a dirty creature do you think you can hold me using such unpleasant scene from a forgotten past?

Of course not these be not your past but you near future,Repeating everything over and over until it to much to handle.

Turn around and drink your poison. Even though your no more child you seem to carry a burden not you own,I will have no regrets ending you pitiful life.

How about I become you poison and let me end you futile life.
I will decided how I die and not let some stranger decided who I am.For that purpose I wield this sword.

What a foolish person,to wield a sword for the person you love is what it is and not for the sake of some unseen future.How can you possible care of a future when you stick yourself in a shell and refuse to leave a past that has forgotten you already.

When will you stop with your nonsense.I have no past therefore my future is chained up,perfectly awaiting me.Let me repeat your punishment so you know.

As this we recite the lines as one.

With these words,we will break out spirits.
With steels and spears,we shall break our body's.
With these bloody revenge,we have betrayed each other for the last time.

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Because She Loves You

There is nothing more magical,
nor precious, 
than the gift of motherly love. 

Your heart thaws, as she grasps you in a warm embrace 
Her smile fills you with joy,
She putts her soul into everything she dose, 
because, she love you. 

She gives you advice,
and she helps you,
she is your guardian angel 
because she loves you. 

It is true,
You will have quarrels. 
About little miner things. 
But, at the end of the day,
She still loves you,
and you love her,
because she's you mom,
and you wouldn’t have it another way! 

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The Old Oak Tree

In a meadow by the stream there stood a big oak tree
and now I think of all the things that tree has meant to me

The old tire swing hung from a limb was put up by our dad
and all day long us kids would play and oh' what fun we had

In the shade of that old tree whose limbs are now bent low
is where I met my one true love so many years ago

Was where I got my very first kiss under that old tree
and that old oak stood right there smiling down at me

We are all grown up now but how we loved that old tree
a place of refuge for us all a place where we were free

We all went back the other day to see just one more time
that beautiful tall old oak tree for ever etched in our mind 

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It is...within the tiny things of early morning, that moment breaths alive, it is within the tiny whisperings, that a melodye the very dear and the antelope, play home on the range.

so goes the melodye of heart beat, that plays quietly the songs of soul,

here a rhyme is born of day-light coming so soon, through the early morning eyes of the moon-light, and the starry dreams of twilight's transitioning...

into the light of a love letter written to dawn.

soul to soul conversing, as in this love letter, the letters just join hands with the words and just march across the sky...and at the end of the rainbow, there be plenty of golden time,

way down deep on the inside, the inspired choir, of a bumble bee, or a butterfly, starts to sing, like tiny things that live,

flower to flower,
blossom to bloom,

watered and deeply cared for...

O' Eden.

I say, deep beneath the surface of a wishing well...where the pennies lay,

I wish a sun-rise.

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I Miss You

I miss you so much that I am sick
I fear forgetting your face will stick

I fear growing old not remembering
I wish your spirit is at rest and not lingering

What did you think of me in your last moment
I will never know if I was bliss or torment

Why do I suffer so about you
I don’t recall if I ever made you glow

It was so hard admitting how much I loved
You when you left me for above

I wasn’t allowed to go to your funeral
But my love for you will be eternal

Take me by the hand when I find hollow ground
The wind is a whisper in my ear just make the sound

If I saw you now how would I explain my pain
Would you just laugh at me, jeer with disdain 

I get a feeling in my stomach that cringes
It makes me rip doors off by the hinges

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How do we stop this evil

How do we stop this evil?

Little folk come out to play
Their hearts brim filled with joy
While foulest men, with deep, dark souls
Their innocence destroy
As the world becomes a poison place
Cause who can small minds trust?
Because of sour brittle, hearts
All filled with grime and lust
Childlike joy begins to fade
And life turns kind of sour
How will they flower??

A happy place all filled with joy
Is how it’s meant to be
So little children filled with life
Can feel alive and free
Yet dark warped ghouls all filled with lust
With evil in their hearts
They prey on all this innocence
And tear small hearts apart
These little souls, they be our future
They must be nurtured well
Or time will tell.

Butterflies no longer fly
And birds no longer sing
With only fear within their hearts
No joy does life then bring
For little folk just made to love
How does this evil grow
Oh, I don’t know!!.

It seems the world don’t care enough
To stop this crime for good
So children, they can laugh and play
In a good safe neighbourhood
If the remedy don’t come real soon
The future looks real grim
These children, they will rule some day
Then decency will dim
Because young minds so badly poisoned
Can only come from fear
This seems so clear.

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The place where i once dewelled,
The place where my mother and father honey mooned,
the place where i was created,
the place where i now face hardships.
 the place now where i only see and visit graves of those i have lost.
the place  where i have dreamed many dreams.
Now the place i will never see.
Please people in Italy dream big dreams for me.
Even though I am afraid of what those dreams might be.
I know one day I have to face my destiny,
But  I am afraid of what I might become and what I might bring,
upon myself.
so i have to stay out of the rain,
and  thank mother earth 
that i have not become,

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from a father to be

I grew up without a father,
never dealing with it inside
only getting used to the absence
bt the lack did not subside.
i never learnt to fix whats broken
never learnt to be a man
never learnt to swim or sail
never thought i really can.

My father left me only fear
that i was now incompetent
to be the father he was not
to have a child, im hesitant.
But still hope withers not away
that i could be so blessed one day
to hold a gift given by God
and live to have a family.

My father left me only fear
that i might abandon my own
but children i hold very dear
and wish they not be left alone,
to fend for themselves without the guide
but have a father to be shown.
To those who, appreciate
your fathers heart, its not too late
this day is just a reminder,
 that those who have fathers
life treated kinder.

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Untitled (A Mother's Poem)

Last night I had a vision
of a magic hummingbird
Who’d come with mystic wisdom
to a question he once heard

My dream became a story 
that was written just for you
upon a prism rainbow   
he created as he flew

As he spun his magic tale 
it was painted on the sky
along with graceful notes of
an enchanted lullaby

The evanescent melody 
starts; “Once upon a time”
and generates perfection: 
unveiled memories, sublime

Long ago, and far away
you awoke and came to me
and commenced an epoch query
for a child of only three

I picked you up and kissed you
and you gave a kiss to me.
”Have we always been together, Mom?”
“Will we always be?” 

“I think so.  Don’t you?”   I asked
and my eyes filled up with tears
as if our lives could be summed up 
by the number of our years.

Your tired little eyes exposed
your innocence of youth 
but your brilliant mind brought 
peace, quickly reconciled by truth

Entranced in thought you pondered
then you turned to answer me
“I think so, for sure!”  
you insisted, most emphatically

Like links upon the chain of life
joined by unseen tether.
You chirped your explanation,
“We’ve always been together!”

“When Mema was so tiny,
that you couldn’t even see,
Nana was seed in her,  
You were in that seed, with me!”

I closed my eyes and held you
then I kissed your little head 
“Yep.  It’s true.”  you said.  “Always.”
and you shuffled back to bed

Just when you think it’s over
and it’s reached a wondrous end
The end is a beginning
and we round the magic bend

I dreamed about a hummingbird
luminous and blue
Who emanated mystic wisdom 
into rainbows as he flew

The melody diffuses
as a harmony of hues.
Surrender then crescendo
into eternities’ good news

The orchestra of life explodes
and our hummingbird returns
to weave his final tapestry
sprouting life from ashes burned

This is a perfect story
and it has a perfect end
giving rise to new creation
and the bird will fly again

Many, many years from now
As you gaze at the night sky
You’ll think about this story
then remember me and sigh

Glance up to the crescent moon
In its’ stead you’ll see my smile
tell me all about your day
and we’ll visit for a while

Gently I’ll caress your cheek
with breeze upon the air
and sprinkle you with moonlight 
so you know that I am there

We’ve always been together,
and we shall always be.
A little birdie told me so,
as you did, when you were three.

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vagabond cave

i welcome all
so don't be shy
answer my call
and open your eyes

for here we are free
and bold 
and brave
so walk with me
into our cave.

where we dance around 
the fire's light
or rest our head
or show our might

for here you are you
not me
so come and be
just what you like

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bad childrens storys

humpty dumpty sat on a wall
when he knew his big butt was going to fall
why did he even get up there at all
a round guy on a tiny ledge
so he fell off and crack his head 
now humpty dumpty is just scrambled eggs

jack and jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of ,yea right
that boy did;nt follow her just for water that night
i think he cause they had a fight
you know what it sounds like to me  
like he was just working on a strategry
another little love story ending up in tradergdy

old mother hubbard went to the cubbard to get her poor dog a bone
now why did she go there knowing her cubbards were bare 
and she didnt have  any food of her own
instead of wasting time looking on the shelf
she should let the dog go and fend for himself

but my favorite is the three little pigs
now here  a story that i can really dig 
even though the big bad wolf blew thier house down
 those little pigs still stood their ground
kinda like red riding hood did 
when that wolf tried to diguise himself
 in her grandmothers wig

 we tell these story to our kids
just like our parents and their parents did
we add our own words in from time to time 
putting a whole new view on nursery rymes
as we lose ourself in the stories we often wonder why
because we know in real life fairy tales are just a lie

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In Your Eyes

 I looked into your eyes . Saw your pain .
It was no surprise . I knew what you’d been through…

I saw you cut, Blood on the floor .
Life passing you by, Your now a shell of you.

He took it away . Bit at a time . Even came back for more…
That man of no use, Who stole your youth .

How did it happen, When did it begin .
Lost in a world, Of times and dates…
Where, when and why me you asked ?

Nobody knew, Not even you, Too young to remember.
What he took , Was it real . The monsters hurt .
You try so hard, Too young to understand.

They sent you away, They never knew…
You begged to stay, They didn’t listen.
Nobody believed, What you tried to say .

To be hurt by so many, Didn’t make sense .
Your youth was gone, He stole it from you .
You done nothing wrong .

He took your youth . Don’t let him win.
 He took away your child hood . Left you in fear…

Don’t give him your adulthood too.
Open your eyes and see 

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When I was growing UP!

When I was growing up I WAS a ninja turtle
When I was growing up my cry could make blood curdle

When I was growing up I loved race cars
When I was growing up I believed in Star Wars

When I was growing up I played with toys
When I was growing up I kicked it with the boys

When I was growing up girls had cuddies
When I was growing up my fights were beauties 

When I was growing up I made a big mess
When I was growing up I cheated on my tests

When I was growing up parents were mean
When I was growing up I was never very clean

When I was growing up I did crazy things
When I was growing up I wanted wings

When I was growing up I colored in the lines
When I was growing up I destroyed the blinds

When I grew up I realized it was fun
Now I apologize for what I have done!  

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                                                                     -a child labour

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The Summer Breeze

One thing is certain about summer
It never last forever
Be that it may sometimes be a bummer
You will always remember the weather

The ocean breaths 
As you sometimes hear
Through the summer breeze
And the starry nights are clear.

Sweat and games are ever more real
With a summer breeze
It’s the coolness you feel
Which provokes a peace?

For it’s the memories you’ll steal!

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Hope in His Eyes

I once saw a man take a younger lad away
Who knows what plans he had that day

Later that evening the traps brought back a husk
A soulless silhouette of boy betrayed at dusk

The man that took him home
Was known to be harsh as stone

Beat and defiled the innocence that was once there
Now no one can even come near

I extended my hand to the shattered boy
Who mused my hand like a sharp toy

I calmed his nerves by staying with him in the room
Where the nurses and doctors spoke curses and doom

That night I read him a book to see a what magic was in store
The book was Peter Pan and Neverland Lore

In his slumber he twitched and moaned horrible words
But in morning he awoke smiling singing like a bird

He told me that his dream was of Neverland 
Captain Hook was there with one hand!

All was appearing for the best until I heard the news
The boy was fighting a battle he was going to lose

That night I spent with him again laughing and joking the hours past
Then his time had come at last

Before I had a chance to cry when he died
I saw the tears and hope in his  melancholy eyes

Now he is somewhere doing battle against the pirates and Hook
Now at last nibs could be added to the last of the book

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Halloween Then and Now

The child I was, so long ago Knew not of Halloween. The sweet treats that are now bestowed By me were never seen. The preacher at our church denounced Halloween as evil. Celebrating it, he said, was Honoring the devil. Of course there always were the teens Who parked buggies on barns And tipped over the outhouses On the neighboring farms. Some of these were brothers of mine, Just wanting to have fun. Daddy sent them to atone for All of the mischief done. Halloween now finds me ready With a big bowl of treats To hand to the children coming, Just looking for some sweets.
By: Joyce Johnson with 4ft-3 ft.meter, Ballad style. Written for contest "Halloween Fun" won a 3rd

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The boy scans the horizon looking into his soul
And the beauty of the waves as they roll

Sun sits just above the lowest cloud in the distance
Today there is no resistance

Breaking into a run for Neptune’s playground
The beat against his board a familiar sound

Smiling to himself for the freedom he knows here
A break he sees the next one is clear

A few strokes and he stands guiding his board
Through the enchanting spray and the roar

A dolphin joins him on the wave their fun evident
A blessing of conjoining spirits now spent

A swell surges from the kiss of the tempest wind
Enraging the boys inner sin

Take hold of the reins Neptune he shouts
Again he braces for the watery bouts

The beach clears of visitors he makes his stand
Today I am no longer boy, but man

The companion sees his courage and swims near
Drowning is his inner fear

The crest of his wave broke only to rise again
Awaking the instincts within

He swims in front of his beast and stands proud
Turning his waist smartly to ride it out

He slips under the ripcurl entering the tunnel
A roar inside hint at disgruntled

The water closes in to seal him in
A chance to break him his back to end

Not quick enough he thinks to himself
As he races back to the beach in health

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To you A whole

I can’t say it yet, but I will
When I can effect you and instill 

My mind and emotions you destroy
Like a soul you own. Like a toy

One day I will defeat you!
Punch, kick, and beat you

The bruises and cuts sting right now
I want to get you away, but how?

All I hear from you is pain and torment
It is a waiting game for the one single moment

Learning hate and dismissal with indifferent tones
While I sit in a bed weak and alone

Brings me to my resolve and what I must do
Get ride of the demon and ass whole in you

My days of suffering come to an end
When I make that phone call and bring you in

Relief in the eyes of my mom and brothers a real
We made it through this whole ordeal

Most of all I except the role you failed and didn’t deserve
Bread winner in a house that can finally be heard!

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I saw them once!

It was monday afternoon and a cool breeze parted my hair like a blooming flower
Long as my hair was it looked magnificently golden as it shown with power

Sweet summer sweat gleamed off of my skin as I ran through the field
Endless energy and spirit my presence could wield

Just in front of me skipping as she pleased. 
My childhood soul mate the goddess Genivieve.

Hand in hand we danced and giggled without a care in the world
My first crush was a tomboyish little girl

Silly as it may sound but the truth is this
She made my heart jump and my legs twitch

As the sun wound down into eve
The colors in the sky was a masterful weave

Just as the orange and purple sky grew darker with the passing hour
Angels flew after the fading gold tower

I knew she saw them too! So we talked with smile and gleam
Could we have shared the same wonderful dream?

I knew then on that we were supposed to be
Though now she is much more than a memorie

Every now and again I find myself looking at that same setting
Imagining the girl I once new at our childhood wedding

Now she sits at those same gates and stares into my eyes
while I sit here and blubber and cry

That is not only what she does for me during my time
Her hands steal these keys and formulate rhymes
                    (David Welch 10 years old)

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Song of Violet (Ballad meter)

The garden where I could suppose,
I loved a little flower
with scented leaves, but not a rose,
a wasted childhood hour.

Among the blooms of regal love
a violet had my heart;
she hid within the garden grove
where salad leaves depart.

She shined beneath the window box
within my hideaway
a glimpse of blue by clustered phlox
and I would stay all day.

My pride and joy in this wee plot,
I'd sit and watch her grow,
impatient child who sulked a lot
but sat through wind and snow

And smiled into the summer sun
when first a bud appeared
a burst of blue would soon be done
once more my heart was cheered.

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I heard you saw the Sandman slip
his dust into my eyes,
and that you thanked him for the deed
before he left my side.

I heard you caught the Boogieman
while I was tucked in bed,
and that you kept his fiendish friends
from gath'ring round my head.

I heard you saw my mother switch
my tooth with something round:
this quarter 'neath my pillow that
I just this morning found.

I heard you told the monster 'neath
my bed it wasn't right--
to startle me, or any kid,
so very late at night.

I heard you captured all the fears
that usually make me wake in tears
by letting all the nightmares near
then casting out your net.
It's you who made them disappear;
for that, I'm glad we met.

I doubt that I could sleep at all
without you watching from my wall.

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Eric's Story

The yard of my home, the location of football games. Eric was a wuss. If he had the ball, stand in front of him he’d drop it. One time running for a pass. I couldn’t see him he was near, I could smell the Old Spice he wore. I heard a sound I turned around. I swallowed the spearmint I was sucking. Eric was on the ground with the ball. His arm had a lump he sat out a few plays. We told him “go home” let his mom know he was hurt he refused. If he went home, his mom would make him stay. Eventually, he rejoined the game. The next day, Eric came over with a cast on his arm. He had broken it in three places. Eric the wuss had played football with a broken arm. He was a man. No one called Eric a wuss again.

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Summer is real and stress free for children
The kind of stuff I would like to feel again

Magic days of battles and fun
Stories at camp and hills to run

Sports and invention were there always
Lounging in the pool taking in the warm days

No worries and cares even entered my mind
Now a days it gets harder to find

The same feelings I used to get when
My hair waved hello and goodbye to the wind

Barbeques and board games are a kind jest
To all your friends and make them the best

Spray of the hose and water guns made me laugh
Our fishing poles were at the ready to cast

These days are getting tough with work and bills
One day I will find a way back to a time that fills

With Summer

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Each the Other

Each the Other

Again, I will state this clearly:
One the other is a sign to you; early morning stirrings offers up such truth.
The day wears on within the most momentous movement; the smallest sign shall trip thee –
Take this veil reign and part the certain eye that holds such concepts true – observing
them until one folds the other, the other folds the one and all falls down only to rise
another day; these are cycles friend, merely ruminations of the form – the cause effect,
the norm of all you seek decays; a number emerges: 3 – because all summation must have a
birth, all knowing must rend its worth; if you breathe in the past, you exhale to nurture,
because love sees no future, no beginning – only whole – only one,
only you.

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Small Town Big People

I look in the mirror and see the years gone
I can look beyond the glass out the window
To the yards of my childhood
I can smell the flowers and feel the grass ‘neath my feet. 
I can hear the music blasting on the radio
Mama callin’ me for supper.  

I yearn to go back to that danged town
I fought to get away and never look back,
I never wanted to live there again. 
I guess there’s a piece of me
There in that little town. 

The town is small and so are the events
You’re everyone’s business 
You can get a break and can’t get away
You don’t even have a say
You go to and from and people protest
And those same people will still put you to the test

I yearn to go back to that danged town
I fought to get away and never look back,
I never wanted to live there again. 
I guess there’s a piece of me
There in that little town. 

I made it to the big town K.C, 
Got myself a husband and a son and a place to live
Settled in and made a life, got a career
I swear I’ll never return to my best friend
Comfortable where I stand, 
Happy where I am 

I yearn to go back to that danged town
I fought to get away and never look back,
I never wanted to live there again. 
I guess there’s a piece of me
There in that little town. 

Well times are hard,
And people are ruthless in this cut throat time
Jobs are scarce and bills run high
You never know what you’ll hear at night
The people are small in this big town
Yeah people are small in this big town

I yearn to go back to that danged town
I fought to get away and never look back,
I never wanted to live there again. 
I guess there’s a piece of me
There in that little town. 

I guess the town is small
Just good ol’ boys and girls havin’ fun
Small place, small town, small world
People may talk and people may watch
But the biggest thing in that small town
Are the people after all. 

I yearn to go back to that danged town
I fought to get away and never look back,
I never wanted to live there again. 
I guess there’s a piece of me
There in that little town. 

-Heather Birdwell 9/22/2009

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i was once the invisible child

carol: they took my kiemona and my angelo(parents)with brutal-force and left me 
for the janitors of the deserts to feast on my child wounded carcase. i live within 
the hidden confines of a twisted and perverted place.  my heart be not tainted 
with hate nor my mind disturbia by the cruelties of the pasted hidious inflicted 
fate. i merely await my future manifestation of a hopeful love of life and all its 
splendor. why else would i have survive such deeds ago, which render me once, 
the invisible child?

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little redhaired girl

            Little Red Haired Girl 

 There is felling you get- when you meet- the right one.
      It's hard to explain and even harder to fight.
        So scarey for some they offen take flight.
   At some point in life we all start to break down,
    for all it is different,due to all that surrounds.
   I was told of the butterflies,that flew inside you,
    and I want you to know their inisde me too.
   There's a feeling for most who experience love.
    a feeling of fear or of need, to be loved.
   So long ago when my hair still brown,
   We'd jump on a bus and ride around town.
    Just kids, we were both, with so much to learn.
   before seperate lives and bridges to burn.
  I never forgot when you looked in my eyes.
   never was good at telling you lies.
  Now time it has marched escaping us both.
  and hopefully it slows as our paths have crossed.
   And maybe We'll see what we  could have now lost
         RJM 2013      
  for You, Linda

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Buzzy's Legend

Poetic Lyrics By Thomas Lam Hsi

SAVE FROM Satan...who plays 'all' roles...the devil...the 'Lord Jesus'...
the 'Father'...the 'Holy Spirit'...all 'Other Gods'...and 'alien gods'...HE...THE
IS THE ONLY WAY TO GOD THE FATHER...and to an Actual Heaven!

The Legend of Buzzy...fantasy or fiction...or simply...a mindless dereliction?

The spontaneity of...cloves and garlic...the well-worn charms...or a worthless 

The innocence of a laddish boy...or simply...her well used toy?

Riverboats and trees...brackish booted-knees!

Bows 'n arrows...pickled toes...'fer twice 'yer sparrows?

Sons 'a courage...'n 'notta sweets...'tho warmed...ricey 'pur-rage!

Piper's 'ol yeller's lie!

'N a lacky...'fer...some...old...pipe 'tabacky?

The Legend of Buzzy...strange or true...the drunken crew...of a...shipwreck fluzzie?

A one-eyed'goddamit...blew '!

'Po boy's charms...lucky rimes...hairy arms...'an some dirty rimes?

Mama's spoon...Pop's a loon...'n a blackened...lifa crime!

Bows 'n arrows...pickled toes...'fer twice 'yer sparrows?

Sons 'a courage...'n 'notta sweets...'tho warmed...ricey 'pur-rage!

Piper's 'ol yeller's lie!

'N a lacky...'fer...some...old...pipe 'tabacky?

Gold dabloons...'n 'ol cartoons?

Sissy's purse...'n a pirate's curse!

The Legend of Buzzy...weird or true...a 'Kuma-Kazee's...'ol peez...or a
...worthless 'Squeeze?

A slivery hand...on...her...candied land!

Toothy tease...'n a...cousin 'ta 'Squeeze?

'Po boy's charms...'n a lifa crime...'selling...dirty 'ol rimes!

Bows 'n arrows...pickled toes...'fer twice 'yer sparrows?

Sons 'a courage...'n 'notta sweets...'tho warmed ricey 'pur-rage!

Piper's 'ol yeller's lie!

'N a lacky...'fer...some...old pipe 'tabacky?

Gold dab loons...'n 'ol cartoons?

Sissy's purse...'n a pirate's curse!

The Legend of Buzzy McGoon!

The Legend of Buzzy McGoon...worthless 'ol tunes...harlot's swoon
...or yella-belly...'n pure spi-toons!

'N a lifa crime...she 'taint worth a dime...gotcha 'spin-in on...tattered

Gamblin boats...'n long-tailed coats...oh 'mah's 'mah katoozie!

'Po boy's charms...she licked 'mah rimes...a pink bee-hind...'for-evr set
...'n a...lifa crime!

Bows 'n arrows...pickled toes...'fer twice 'yer sparrows?

Sons a courage...'n notta sweets...'tho warmed...ricey 'pur-rage!

Piper's 'ol yeller's lie!

'N a lacky...'fer some old pipe 'tabacky?

Gold dab loons...'n 'ol cartoons?

Sissy's purse...'n a pirate's curse!

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Silence.  No One Speaks
On My Behalf.
The doors shut and I am two......I cover my ears.
I cover my body with clothes.   Louder.  Darkness.

Metal grinding, skin like silk
Hurts me that...
Now.  Why I am I left here?
Slam of the door.  Ouch my ears.  Help me.
Tears apart. White hot.
No eyes feel so much.  Green eyes.  Clawing me to the ground and I go spinning.
Blonde curls too hot to handle.

Please don't.  Please don't please.

Why couldn't I just have roses?
Pulled tight...slammed shut.  Upside down now and floating.
Take Me Away

I won't, I won't.  I won't go.
Me.  Leave me.
Leave me alone let me shatter.
Cold steel jammed up
gentle newness
Gone forever
After that.
Slammed shut for good

I turn a blind eye to he who did that.

Redemption for me.

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Clowning Around-..NOT!

The boy was only four years old
but he’d watched Scoobey Doo
Seen them chase many a monsters
who’d escaped at the zoo.

The October sun was soon down.
His parents day was through.
His Mom had hand sewn his costume
SHE thought he looked real cute!

The boy was only four years old
but even small men new;
you didn’t stop the mean monsters
as a clown at the zoo!

In many stripes of red and white
a white ruff at his neck;
he thought of Shaggy and Thelma
and monsters soon on deck…

The boy was only four years old
HE can make a RATTLE!
So, he ran into the kitchen
for an empty soda bottle.

A few small stones dropped down the neck
some yarn made it dangle
and he’d made a fine hoodoo charm
and bring it to battle!

He’d seen Shaggy fighting zombies
witch doctors in their day.
He’d watched Scoobey scare the monsters
He knew just how to play!

Frankenstien and Dracula 
frightened kids in his line 
but when they came to that cute clown
HE scared THEM you’ll find!

He shook his homemade hoodoo charm
and watched them skedaddle
cause theirs nothing quite so frightenin’ 
as a MAD CLOWN with a rattle!

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A Proud Marine

A majestic Marine
Who was always was there
No other human being
Could possibly compare

No possible word
Could ever truly describe
For every mention of his name
My heart and eyes fill with pride

He was a United States Marine
Illustrious and respected
Yet he demanded none
He was always there
To protect his dear grandson

The last few years
Were Oh so agonizing to see
To watch a hero that once stood so strong
As solid as a tree

Crumble into a powerless
Helpless man
Yet he fought
As if on the shores of Japan

No matter how steep the slope
He never lost hope
It’s been 
Two years and seven days
Since he passed in the fight
The only thing he would have said
Was "it’ll be all right"

Never was there a man
More worthy of the stars
He even had
A few battle scars

He fought at  Iwo Jima 
And Guadalcanal
And received the Purple Heart
On the island of  Guam

He held so much respect
For the soldiers of foot
That his own role
He overlooked

When we converse
My parents hold true retention
The day I was born
Daddy Joe began to spoil me with attention
They said his heart
Was in another dimension

The most excruciating pain
I have ever known
Was watching my strong Marine
Whittle away to the bone

No possible word in diction
Could ever possibly explain
The gratitude I feel, to have
His blood in my veins

I love you Daddy Joe
Semper Fidelis

Written in loving memory and tribute to my grandfather Joel Allen Harris 


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The Grey Man of Pawleys Island

The night was grey and overcast,
full moon, though, lit the dusty path,
a screened in porch was where we slept,
the beach house for two weeks we kept.

We were just kids then, twelve and nine
and both asleep and sleeping fine,
then something eerie woke us each
and froze our breath, prevented speech.

In foggy moonlight on that road
the Grey Man of Pawleys Island strode.
We watched in awe as the old man neared
then took a right and disappeared.

My brother and I, we never spoke
of the ghost we saw who moved like smoke.
Somehow we slept, the morning came
with thunder, lightning, torrential rain.

The whole front yard was flooded out;
in the yard swam crabs and trout.
As kids we thought it all great fun,
the adults were grim and silent, stunned.

The storm was fierce that summer morn,
after all, the Grey Man had come to warn.

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So-Cal Life, It's Our Life

Waken' up to a brand new day. Hitting up the crew to see what's new.
Hitting up the homies. Let's see what they want to do.

As time grows by, the group gets bigger. 
Then someone will eventually pull the trigger.

A good idia will lead the way,
and only kooks are left to stay. 

As we roll-out in our only cars,
driving high to reach the stars.

Now in this point in time, 
we reach the caves and ascend our climb.

Hours pass since we left our start.
Now here comes the best part.

Cracking open the case of brew.
"Here, have some. Take one or two."

Suddenly, here comes a stranger walking our way.
He soon spots us, smoking a "J." "Yo, can I get some? I can pay."
Just come smoke with us. Relax and stay.

The sun then lowers in the sky.
We all now are pretty high.

We begin our trek back to the car. 
Having so much fun, we pass the bar.

"Hey, my buddy just got out of the barber."
So we swooped him up and cruised to the harbor.

If I kept writing, I'd loose so much time.
Our lives are too big, for this tinny-ass rhyme.

So now, our story has come to an end. 
This is our life. This story I'll send...

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Most High

Most High,
Reigning in the sky,
Thats how he sees the Sovereign Lord..
It begins with a man,
A young man,
Walked with God when he was young,
Didn't know wrong from right,
Left the Lord out of his sight,
Was a troubled kid in his school,
His school life was sent in a whirlpool,
Failed a yr and worked really hard,
He passed got dealt two good cards,
But God dealt him a hand that would change his life forever..

A terrible accident had happened,
Lucky to have survived,
Lying face down,
He cant feel from the neck down,
Taste of blood in his mouth,
He blacks out,
Wakes up being helped on a stretcher,
He was put into a helicopter,
He blacks out again,
Wakes up in his room,
Not knowing whether he can walk again,
He cries out to a nurse,
"Will i walk again?",
She says "Your very lucky dear boy,
And there was no permanent damage, 
It will take time,
But you should be walking in no time.",
He smiles,
Tried to pick up he cup made of styrofoam,
But he cant,
He finds out his wrist was broken in two places,
And will heal on its own,
He notices a long scar on his knee,
He was told he did permanent nerve damage,
And wont be able to feel anything on it or around it,
In what felt like a long time,
He made a complete recovery,
Grew stronger with his legs,
Goes back to school,
A day after his birthday,
And thats when the nightmare began.. 

Then one day,
His parents saved him with their kind words,
His eyes were opened,
He saw everything clearer and brighter,
He accepted God's word,
Hes grown stronger through Christ,
He was redeemed by his Savior,
God's unfailing love truly means the world to him,
His walk with God have been a journey he can not explain,
But the smile on his face says it all,
He walks stronger and stands tall,
For he put his trust in God,
The Sovereign Lord..
Most High,
Reigning in the sky,
Thats how he sees the Sovereign Lord.

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Idyll of Daybreak Lake

Dreaming of idyllic forms
Puzzle pieces mold as one
Imaginary lines unrooted
Petty pebbles sink in twilight
Then suddenly I’m awake
Laying here at daybreak lake.

Early enough to see the dew
Abreast my cold feet wading
I watch ripples promptly cease
As new ones dawn the trip
A cycle our lives can relate
Halcyonic touch of daybreak lake.

Morning glory’s violets bloom
Across the rivers foothill edging 
Streams aroma guides my pining
To faded footprints of my youth
Where aspen branches quake
Sunny haze at daybreak lake.

Minds heavy winds thudding
Worldly pebbles wash ashore
Submerging pleasant dreams 
That wake ideals from slumber
While my heart's eye aches
Reflecting late at daybreak lake.

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Young in Love Again--- SONG 2

Every time I breath,
	I feel your arms around me;
     Holdin’ on so tight, that it makes it almost impossible to see.
The stars are dancing their own little dance, as we hear the drums
		Pounding in our ears.

I remember we were running through the trees,
Trying to reach the top,
Giggling and screaming at the top of our little lungs,
I wish we could go back and be
Young in Love Again.

I flash back to us growing up,
Catching each other in long silent glances,
With the same little question bugging me and you.
But then there was your girl; 
And she adored you, then I was always blue.

I remember sitting alone writing in my book,
Watching you stand there cuddling her,
With me longingly looking, dreaming I could be her and 
I kept wishing that we could go back to being
Young in Love Again.

Then there was the day,
	That long awaited day.
You had left her for me,
   And in sweet ecstasy, you kissed me.

I remember everything falling into place,
Walking down the aisle to you,
Standing there in black and blue;
Our dreams were finally coming true 
And we were no longer wishing to go back ‘cause
We were Young in Love.

But then things changed. . .
	One little change, we didn’t expect it to come.
        It was the letter sent for you to go.
		And in my head,
	Was all the bad, wondering if our precious little one would survive,
			From all my pain
				From this one good-bye. . .

And I remember going back to all the good,
Breathing out the bad,
Trying to forget the truth, that you had to go;
And we were praying together, 
That we could go back to being
Young in Love Again.

And I remember. . .
	And you remember. . .
        So we remember. . .
		And we pray. . .
				That if we meet again in another place. . .
We will be
	Young in Love Again.

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Stand Tall

"Stand tall" is what mom said,
But They all know Im hanging from a thin thread.
"I want to do this", I tell my friends,
But they all think Im doing this to become one of the trends.
I want to stand there and give all Ive got,
But Im afraid what they'll say,the hole lot.

Im shaking and terrified,
I dont want this to go on the downside.
I want to be told Im good and Great,
Cuz I wanna be the schools new update.

I might get a few laughing and telling me Im done,
but I want to make sure I furfill my mission.
I want to show off and thats no lie,
I want someone to make me cry.

Make me cry cuz I was so good,
I want mummy and daddy to know that the room was no deadhood.
I want to make everyone cry,
So everyday People would ask me to sing high.

Im afraid and that is true,
but This is what I have to do.  

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We Must Wait

Far across the deep blue sea
my only true love waits for me

But I can't seem to find the path
that leads me to my love at last

The ocean is so wide and deep
and promises that we can't keep

That we both made so long  ago
 how to keep them we don't know

I pray so hard each night and day
that some how we can find a way

And now I know and worry no more
we both can go from shore to shore

And find place that we both know
and to that island we  two will go

And if I get there before you do
I 'll stay right there and wait for you

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Peggy Sue

Peggy Sue is a superstar
She sings real loud when she rides in the car
When mommy cheers and starts to cry
Peggy Sue feels she can touch the sky

Peggy Sue is a dreamer, too
She dreams up places like Skizamaroo
In dreams she travels far and wide
For dreams give Peggy a place to hide

See, Peggy Sue is just like you
'Cept her dad beats her mom til she's black and blue
And her clothes don't fit and there's nothing to eat
she's ashamed to be seen as she walks down the street

There is no escape for our poor Peggy Sue
And there's nothing our dear little Peggy can do
She's just a girl, she can't stop the fights
She can't end the cold and the hungry, long nights

So she sits and she waits and she dreams for the day
When someone will take little Peggy away

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the steps of boardwalk city

People are like cities
They’re beautiful at first
Cities are like people
They hold on to the worst
People are you and I 
We mirror most of the hurt

I don’t believe in quarters 
Pleasing wishing wells or 
That waterfalls’ never break flow
Children of ruins and run
With no place to go

I miss the things 
That I have forgotten
I can honestly say the most 
For the people who were brought to me 

And you should know
Bed time stories were nothing more than lies
And now you know
Why beggars and grown men with no homes 
Have the best stories to tell

People are like cities
They’re left in ruins 
Cities are like people 
They’re broken in places
I can honestly say the most 
For the people who were brought to me 

Catherine’s in tears 
But she lust for bachelors and ball room curtains
Rebecca moans 
But there no rose petals in this empty city 
Her mirror smiles and tells her she’s un-pretty
Sons of train stops
Children of rain drops 
Orphans of this boardwalk city
Words cannot heal your wounds 
But if helps your more than lovely

“Excerpts from a stranger’s journal”

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Back in the Day

Back in the Day
     By Dane Smith-Johnsen

It was back in the day of buggy and horse
Long before cars were made,
That a small farm boy, too young for the fields
Stayed home at the cabin with me.
Since this young boy who stayed was only a tot
He with critters and bugs would play.
It was great fun almost everyday.
Watching him play from the porch.
We were more than friends romping on the land.
Brother and sister were we.
With a bond that brought angels above great joy
Seeing me with the boy.

And this is the reason it hurt so much
Watching that day from the porch,
The woeful sight came in view oh, plight.
It happened in broad daylight.
Folks working in the fields came fast
To see what help they could be.
Our older brother's gun had fired.
I saw it all from the porch.

The angels looked down with sadness and said
What a dreadful fray we see—
Yes, and Mama knew it (sixteen years old, 
Is too young to have a gun.)
Oh, woeful sight in my afternoon view 
His memory is clear to me.

For our bond was stronger by far than the bonds
Of those who came running to see—
Of those who full of fear did flee--
There was not one angel in Heaven above
Relieved one spot of the sadness in me 
Forever together love bonded with him
Sweet feelings remembered by me.

For the heart of my brother forever entwined
With the horrible sight I did see
And my soul deep inside to that memory binds
And prays for eternity, we--
Although late at nighttime, when I kneel by my bed. 
I start praying, praying for my young brother dead.
And the bonding between him and me
We shall siblings eternally be.

(Written in the style of Edgar Allen Poe)

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My Father

He taught me so much
Of becoming a man
At times our tempers
And blood pressures ran

But he was always there
Always had my back
And when I was in trouble
He cut me no slack

For the key to becoming
A stand up guy
Is to admit when you’re wrong
And look them in the eye

Accept the consequences
For each of your mistakes
A lot less time and grief
Honesty takes

Every time
I got into trouble
If I lied
The punishment was double

But this made me a better person
This made me a better man
No doubt about it
He was my biggest fan

When I was down
He was there
He had honesty and integrity
Now a days that is rare

We have had our differences
We have had our fights
Man sometimes
They were a real sight

Always he admitted
When he was in the wrong
That example
Made me strong

No other father
Was more caring
But at times
It was overbearing

For the longest while
I didn’t hear a word he said
Looking back I was a fool
I had such a hard head

We still argue
With him I could always consult
Now I hope he is proud
Of his hard works result

I made some of his hairs grey
By my bone headed stunts
Sometimes it seemed
I was on trouble hunts

In a while I will be moving
Out my home
His honor and character
I only hope to own

Someday I hope he says
I raised you well
For that day will come
And I know his chest will swell

Nothing makes a parent more proud
Than their children’s success
For this feeling
Is the highest they can express

I tell my father
I will make him proud
For the path
He has plowed

Now I need
To take over the reigns
I will not make a living with my back
Its gonna be with my brains

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country pride

My country pride runs deep within,
some understand it, others don't want to.
A rebel flag, a Dale Earnhardt shirt, and a cold one
at the end of the day.
That is country..
Ridin on your pappy's tractor
while on his knee as he chewed tobacco
and told stories of the war.
Grammy's in the kitchen bakin pies and making lemonade.
That is country..
A nascar race in Charlotte,
a hunting season with buddies that followed you
into the army.
A moonshine til or your first date
in daddy's car with your high school sweetheart.
Catchin fireflies in a jar and rockin on the back porch
listenin to grand pappy's stories of when he was young.
And alwazys rememberin where you are from.
That is country...

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Tainted Innocence

Sly smile greets me as eyes feast upon my skin
Undress he silently pleads
Unwanted hands touch thy naked leg
An innocent mind is slowly being tainted
Fornication is written all over his unholy mind
A cringe brings forth a sparkle in his eye
Confusion clouds her vulnerable mind 
Her skin is creaming against his filthy touch
Sinful hands travel up her thighs 
Run! Yell! persists her mind
Unwanted fingers caress her virgin parts
Shock claims her body
Her brain urges her body to leave yet it ignores 
Rough, twitching fingers caress her sensible zone
Tears are clouding her vision
Her body intents to flee but he blocks her way
Desire is clearly shown below his waist
Terror seizes hr body
Shot down the bed, he rips her shirt open
She's only eleven
Anxious, greedy fingers pull against her skirt
Punches are thrown at her attacker
He only responds by hitting her close to unconsciousness
Violent hands take off her panties
She's trying to weakly fight him off
Hands explore her vulnerable body
Sobs escape her wet lips
He pulls down his pants
She desperately screams for help
Mocking her to continue yelling, everyone is gone
She see s him pull down his boxers
Lust controls his sick mind
Rough hands touch her virginity
He becomes erect
She's struggles when he grabs her hand
He only strikes her senseless
Placing her little hand on his erection, gently stroking it
Fear clouds her sense
A perverted smile greets her horror glazed eyes
'Open your mouth'
Terror forces her brain to do as he commands
He shifts towards her placing his erection inside
'Suck it'
Disgust fill her senses
'Suck it!' he yells, hitting her already bruised face
Wincing, she does as she is told fearing for her life
Pleasure creeps up to his face as he loudly moaned
She bursts into tears
He takes himself out
Pinning her down, he puts himself upon her entrance
Evading all privacy She screams in agony as he roughly takes all her innocence
Tears flow relentlessly down her face
He disengages from her
'You're parents will pick you up in a week' he smirks
Doom fills her
He leaves her alone
And to think that she considered him the greatest uncle ever

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Pope Puiu(2)

Lonely, singing "doina" in the magic corn field,
With a wooden sword and a little green shield,
I follow my elder brother and kids who secretly go round…
The naïve clouds and…a bee dancing in the air blond;
The kids smoke a cigar made from the corn`s moustache.
At sudden, a snake hisses near my flower… "Don`t touch !"
Puiu said and my brother repeated: "Don`t touch it!!
Soon after that, was I ready to cry and scared a bit;
But Puiu taught me "to smoke just like a pope".
So, by breathing ,I said: "Hoooo! Horses of Pope!" 

From the "Ballad for two violins"` landscape,
I remember him : happily eating a big grape;
Admiring the flock of thoughts with a thick thrill;
Since honey dawn, till the tender "Evening on the hill";
Then , running to open the gates for the bishop.
Then, waving his hand and calling the nun Hope.
Stroking a withered rose ,still  red in his hand… 
His smile in the no time light trying to mend…
Then, drinking hard and angry, good ready to rape
The monks` sacred silence blue; stroking his nape…
Again, with much faith praying and ready to nap.
I think good night was coming from his old cape.

I imagine him crossing the Grigoresco`s glade ;
"Here, God visited us…!" he happily  said.
"If I go in the heaven, I `ll send you a postcard."
The scent of onion tried to hide he had drunk  hard.
I imagine him guarding the heavens` blessed gates,
And… keeping us for a long time , his good mates
In front of them, as he did it with the bishop , once …

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RUTH C YORK    9/15/07

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There`s a little girl playing in the sand

Her name is Kayla she got a great tan.

She only been here four short years

a little girl we hold so dear.

She comes in the house asks "when do we eat?"

 gets  herself a box of juice to drink

Hey little Kayla where you go?

How tall did you grow?

Hey kayla I remember when you were young

playing with your toys outside in the sun.

there`s  a little girl Kayla is her name

into my life she came.

Kayla plays with her children now in the sand.

two little children with beautiful tans.

one child asks "can I have something to drink?"

Kayla gives her a box of juice to drink.

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Every time it really hurts

Why doesn't he love me
Why can't he see
Every time it really hurts
I don't do anything to get it
But I still get hit
Every time it really hurts
If I don't put my toys away
Have to stand on a very hot tray
Every time it really hurts
Stop crying, act like a man
Or I'll get the back of a hand
Every time it really hurts
Didn't shut off the kitchen tap
Now here comes the leather strap
Every time it really hurts
Stayed up until I saw the moon
He's gone to go get the wooden spoon
Every time it really hurts
Hands, feet, butt, face are very sore
Can't take it anymore
Every time it really hurts
No more, that's it, I'm done
Have to go and get his gun.
It doesn't really hurt anymore.

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Happy Mother DAy EVA what would you be

Mother day what would you be the mirror of or minds
would you shatter like a mirror of our face if  the 
sticks and stones broke your heart or would all the
kings men put you back again, would you be a 
ballerine dance''s in the sky just to say HI. would
you fight on for the women on Mothers DAy or 
would you be president, with cuts of  glass on
your face and lance our hearts, would all the
creator men but all the people on paradise
back together again.would you roll the dice
even for men, for a mother on mothers day
is for all the presidents and men, soldiers
we need, would you teach to forgive, what
would you do on FAther DAy. no cost from
I and yes yets have FAther DAy also, a 
endearment in clouds for spirit of pure
love man s treasure the spirit , the creator

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When I was born,
I learned how to breathe.
My Mama held me in her arms. 
She said that she would never let me leave.

Several months later,
I learned to take my first steps.
Mama watched close, so I wouldn't trip.
She filled my heart, to the deepest depths.

A couple years later,
I learned to tie my shoes.
Mama taught me how to button my coat.
I had all I could want, nothing to loose.

I grew a little,
Then I rode the bus to school.
Mama followed the bus all the way there.
She missed me; there was no one to fool.

Soon after that,
I left for summer church camp.
Mama made sure I packed my bug spray.
I think her eyes got a little bit damp.

Some more years passed,
Then for the Lord I made a decision.
Mama stood proud with a big grin.
My life had great dreams and visions.

About two years later,
I talked to Mama, told her God's plan.
Mama smiled, sobbed, and cried.
I told her I must follow God's hand.

Still today,
I stand strong and believe.
Mama says I've taught her strength.
And trusting God leaves her heart relieved.

One day soon,
I'll wear a graduation cap.
Mama will congradulate me.
With her gentle hands she will clap.

After that,
One day her hand will let me go.
She'll watch and wait for my return.
But her heart will hold me close though.

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Lukes Lullaby

Go to sleep...little boy
when you wake, night will be gone
don't you fret, no more tears
just listen to my song

dream of ice cream cones and lollipops
bright red fire trucks and spinning tops
and a carousel that never stops 
and may all your dreams come true
dream of dinosaurs and sailing ships
frosted candy canes and chocolate chips
dream of mommy's kisses on your lips
happy ,happy dreams to you

close your eyes, love of mine
close your eyes and drift away
may the lord guide your dreams
by your side he will always stay

dream of rocket ships and shooting stars
magic carpet rides and lands afar
and remember wherever you are
that is where I'll be too

dream of dinosaurs and sailing ships
frosted candy canes and chocolate chips
dream of mommy's kisses on your lips

happy happy dreams to you.

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Growing up quickly

The saddest thing to me is a child
  robbed of fun
To be betrayed by Mom and Dad
  it has begun
The trust you once had dwindles
  away you see
And eventually hinders the person
  you could be
How is it that parent's can be 
  so clueless
And we still love them, but it
  is useless
We walk around trying to impress
  both of them
With anger and hatred boiling
  at the brim
Our sanity slowly starts to  
  slip away now
And we grow up wondering 
  why and how?
We look at everything with 
  suspicion and fear
Never knowing when love is
  coming near
Why is it that parents make
  all the mistakes
But it is the child's heart
  that breaks
So parents love your children 
  hold them tight
Don't let them grow up quickly
  it isn't right

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Solemn Son

Where's my mommy? Where'd daddy go?
Older sister says she's nobody's daughter.
Loveless lament as I realize I never had parents.
In our lives, no arch angels or saving souls were sent.
I hold my sister as in pretense she tells us no harm was ever meant.
But sociopath mother and murderer father must be held responsible.
Forever gone in a loveless void, their sins are irreconcilable!
As the strangers take us away from the past I look towards the shining sun.
And I yearn to forget my mother's blood and my father's smile as he guiltlessly grasped
his gun.
They've destroyed themselves and left behind a distraught daughter and solemn son.

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           VIRGIN  FLESH.
Rainbow  of  light
Bright  as  life,
Equals  the  virgin  
Of  my  infants  cry.
The  way  time  fly’s
You  should  understand
Man  equals  lies,
We  multiple  without
South  of  the  Carrabin
Dressed  in  my  prime,
I  carry  this  nine  heavy
Ready  to  climb,
Efforts  of  my  fathers
Reason  to  this  rhyme,
Time  comes  with  no  dime
He  also  lives  on  the  same
Celebrate  my  shine
Welcome  every  child,
Show  him  function
Of  the  eyes,
Prophesize  wise  words  into
This  life.
Let  the  heart  regulate
With  the  stars
He  must  rise  against
Every  drought,
And  remain  forever
As  he  reckons  with  the
                                                                                                                 AKEWUSOLA  HABIB.

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I  gave  birth  to  paul,
On  the  third  day  of  
This  month, he  was
Layed  in  my  silver
Cloth, with  both  legs
Popping  up.
As  I dreamt, I  thanked
My  GOD  for  salt  in  my
Soup  pot, paul  is  me  in
Another  being, I  smiled
To  my  boy, saying,
Welcome  to  my  world.
Growing  up  was  my  reports,
I  cleaned  his  butts  whenever
He  was  full  of  disgust.
I  breath  on  him, his
Cultural  values  and  clans.
My  proof  is  to  be  sure
He  doesn’t  travel  through
My  route.
I  feed  him  with  the  four
Cardinal  points  of  his  time.
He  wore  wool  made  of  the
Four  arithmetic’s  signs.
He  leant  that  yesterday   is
Only  a  three  syllable  term,
Its  dead  and  gone, nothing
Can  ever  be  done.
I  washed  his  brains  with
Alphabet  from  Macbeth,
Knowledge  gives  courage,
None  is  wasted. 
I  thought  him,  his  mouth  is
The  key  to  sin, not  all  he  thinks
Should  he  speck.
Today, paul  is  ordained  a  man,
He  takes  classical  chances  and 
Regulates  his  clan  through  his  
Rod  at  hand.
Paul  specks….
My  father  handsome,
Your  signature has  been  stamped
All  over  me, that  am  now  handsome.
I  see  from  my  legs  to  heard,
Am  an  ordinary  element  referred  to
As  legend.
The  galaxy  accommodates  stars,
I  have  become  a  shooting  star.
I  push  Kilimanjaro  like  only  
Taken  a  gagoo.
I  still  wounder  how  you  have
The  rite pin  for  every  stitch.
Am  quick  to  do  the  peace  sign
Whenever  I  see  wrong   minds.
Nothing  walked  into  the  world,
We  all  are  from  the  same  source,
Meaning  of  man  is  dust  to  dust,
These  has  no  cure, it  would  remain
A  procedure,.
I  give  praises  as  a  pilgrim.
                                                                                                                HABIB  AKEWUSOLA.

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The Closet

I’m afraid now, even more.
More afraid, than ever before.
I wish my mom, was with me here.
So there would be, no need to fear.
But my mom is gone, she went somewhere else.
She left me here, all by myself.
She went to the store, to get me some food.
I asked to go with her, but she was not in the mood.
So I had to stay home, with that thing inside.
Inside my closet, is where it likes to hide.
I sat down on the sofa, and down the hall I turned to look.
It’s not real I tell myself, and opened up a book.
I thought I saw something, from the corner of my eye.
I slowly turned down the hall, to see a dark figure walk by.
My pulse began to quicken now, and I started to cry.
I prayed that it would go away, I didn’t want to die.
My prayers were never answered, is how it seemed to me.
It moved back across the hall, by then I could hardly breathe.
I wondered if I should get a weapon, something to defend myself.
But I realized it would be pointless, I couldn’t fight off hell.
I decided to take it like a man, like I thought my daddy would do.
It wasn’t as easy as I thought, as nearer to me he moved.
I thought about the past, had I lived a good life of mine?
I had barely lived a life at all, I was only nine.
By the time it got to me I was sobbing, tears rolling down my face.
I pretended I was somewhere else, any other place.
As it laid it’s cold dark hand, upon my shaky arm.
I thought for a second that this was my friend, and didn’t want to cause me harm.
The thought quickly disappeared, as it yanked me down the hall.
With my head, I broke the fall.
Into the closet, we disappeared.
No one would miss me, was my only fear.

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Urban Wild West

Back in high school everything was a mess
kids in different cliques, in all types of dress
and everyday a fight to see who's the best
and gun threats with kids having gats in there vests.
Teachers not caring about the education of generation x
didn't believe in the future or us or what's coming next
just in it long enough so they can cash there checks
as they push the kids along, uneducated or not along with the rest.
Security guards check your i.d. to make sure you were where your
supposed to be
But now isn't it so easy to make a fake pass, doesn't anyone see?
so now kids are laying in pools of blood and agony
they say it's safe but schools still very uneasy.

School today's like the wild west
Everyone's fighting, lots of unrest
And every body's just trying to fit in
But some are lost right from the beginning.
School today's like the wild wild west
Everyone's wearing a bullet proof vest
Scared to go to school because of the threats
Afraid as hell as to what happens next.

There's no smiles as you pass by in the hallway
because one false move can make the wrong person angry
everyone seems to be dealing with there own hate
nobody wants to deal with a lonely fate
so much on everyone's plate
and the angst just unable to escape
so when he or she snaps and is in bad shape
everyone runs for cover before it's to late.
Im not out to scare you far from it
but it's time other take notice of it
before more innocent kids die from this
because a child who cries for help gets none of it
a tiny scream inside, the anger that they hide
they always answer with a pistol by there side
and it's up to us to find another way
so those kids who go to school can live another day.

School today's like the wild west
Everyone's fighting, lots of unrest
And every body's just trying to fit in
But some are lost right from the beginning.
School today's like the wild wild west
Everyone's wearing a bullet proof vest
Scared to go to school because of the threats
Afraid as hell as to what happens next.

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Who's Gonna Bake the Christmas Pie

He was six years old at his dying mother's side.
Only when she slept he broke down and cried.
He had to hide his fears of what was to be.
How scared he was, mama didn't need to see.

Mama had been sick going on three years now.
She knew she must help him make it through some how.
With her strength fading she called him to her side.
"If life is a carnival son, I'm at my last ride."

"I have something to tell you, to remember for all times."
"You are all each other will have in the coming hard times."
"Just hold each other close and remember my love for you."
"It will help to ease the pain, it will help to see you through."

The day came when his Mama had to go.
He had so many questions, so much he wanted to know.
"Why did Mama have to die?"  "Who's gonna bake the Christmas pie?"
"Who will comfort me when I cry?"  "Are you gonna die?"

I squatted down in front of him a tear in my eye.
"An unfortunate part of life, son, is each of us will die."
He'd caught me off guard, I didn't know what to say.
I hoped he understood.  I hoped... and I prayed.

I took him in my arms and held him oh so tight.
I told him that I loved him and that everything would be all right.
"Mama's in heaven now she's looking down on you and me." 
"She's with us in our hearts where forever she will be."

"She sees you when you're crying she sees you when you're playing."
"She knows what you're thinking she knows what you're saying."
"She sees into your heart and knows how much you love her."
"So let's have happy thoughts of Mama and the time we had together."

The days have turned to weeks, the weeks to months and years.
Our thoughts of Mama are happy, they hold away the fears.
She still fills our hearts with memories.  Memories of her love.
Memories of Mama sent down from heaven above.

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Mom, sisters,brothers is all we had.
We all grew up without our dad.
He left us all when I was just three.
There was no dad for us to see.
Life was hard but we learned to share.
Because our dad was never there.
Our life was filled with heartache and pain.
But I will say one thing he left us his name.
Everyone say's it's time to forgive and let it go.
What a life with a dad would be like I'll never know.
Somethings were good somethings were bad.
It might have been great if we've had our dad.
                      Teresa Skyles

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I Remember the Day

I Remember the Day
     By Dane Smith-Johnsen

I can remember the day like yesterday,
When the snowfall brought much glee,
One Florida church made a wish that year.
Flakes of snow they wanted to see.
Praying with hope, they entreated their God,
Asking together on knees. 
“We are so poor and no gifts will there be
For the Christmas tree this year,”
But they trusted in Heavenly Father's love.
I in their eyes great faith saw--
There were dreams that they dreamed and truly believed
“Send Christmas snow, God please.”

To show their great faith in God for the snow,
Paper snowflakes one by one,
Appeared each day in the bright sunlight
Thrilling, enchanting, and fun.
Then, many other people came,
When the snowflakes they did see,
They stayed to pray with those poor that day.
Snowflakes taped where others could see.

Some people not nearly as faithful as these 
Came mocking the poor folks’ glee.
And that was the reason (as many know,
In this place of poverty)
That the snow wish to God was repeated 
Saying, “Snowflakes, send to us please.”

And the snowflakes they cut for the window with care
Were like snowflakes school children make
With glittery paper of white
And one of the mockers that came there to fight
Remembered the good Lord above
Then, joined in the joy shared that night
And helped make many snowflakes with love.

Thus, Christmas never comes that I don't think about
The snowflakes that appeared one by one.
For the wish that they made was like no other wish
Those poor who had faith to believe
And all that they asked for from Father above
Were snowflakes in Florida showing God's love.
And that's what He gave them Christmas Day.
In the snow that God gave children played.

This is based on a true story...  It took place at a State Welfare Office, not a Church.

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What would you do?

The day still fresh in my mind
weather escapes me but it's your words
i find, not a father or a daddy
guess i was blind
you made me feel hollow leaving me behind.
And your life is so great now isn't it
i heard you really look it but what would
you do

if i walked up to you
face to face man to man
would you even understand at all.
or would you just walk away without
anything to say
what would you do

if you seen me all grown up now
i guess the years you were gone you'd
think i was let down or run out of the will
to fight just because of you
your kidding me right.
Always wanted to extinguish the light
from my eyes
but to your dismay, im still standing
never going away.
Abandon me then i was upset but now im ok but
what i really wanna know is what would you do

If i walked up to you
face to face and man to man
would you even understand
or would you just walk away, nothing
to say, always seemed to be your catchphrase
now what would you do

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Just One Last Waltz

The cowboy took her in his arms
and waltzed her round the floor.
He told her how much he loved her
how he couldn't love her more.

From the moment he first saw her
when he'd held her in his arms,
he'd vowed to keep her safe
from any kind of harm.

They talked about the days just past
when she had climbed up on his knee
about the time he hung her swing
up in an old pine tree.

The first horse that he had bought her
a paint gelding she called"Friend."
They had some fine adventures
and she could ride him like the wind.

Somehow, someplace his little cowgirl
had become a woman grown
and today was her grand wedding day
she was no longer his alone.

They waltzed around the room once 
more a tear was in his eye,
"Oh, Daddy, don't you do that or you're
gonna make me cry!"

He whispered, "You're the darling of my heart, 
I just wanted you to know."
As he held her close just one last time
it was hard to let her go.

He took her hand and he gave her
to the young cowboy by her side
who had stole away his baby girl
this lovely glowing bride.

But, he whispered as she turned away
"I love you, I hope you'll always know...
and then he turned and blew a kiss
and then he let her go.

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A childhood lived apart
from the usual existence,
made innocence more intense;
watching raindrops
from unclosed windows...
while welcoming a shivering skylark!

A moon adorned with dreams
gleamed over shadowy hills,
taking me to their forbidden realm;
and as my little arm stretched out
to reach it...the further it seemed
to move deeply into space,
arousing my curiousity
and making me aware of infinity,
of which I measured no distance...
to avoid controversy and doubt!

An entire adulhood being
the jack-of-all-trades, never having
enough time to stop and stare
at a moon adorned with dreams,
whose smile was as alluring as its glare...
with the intention to deceive!

A moon adorned with dreams
arouses my old emotions...
drawing me to its extraordinary charms;
somehow relieving my unspoken grief,
which is as irresolute as of  my belief! 
Its face so dotted and pale
shouldn't be so plausible,
or nevertheless graceful,
but it constantly changes like me...
to find its destined place in eternity!

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Twilight is Calling (Tears are for the Dead)

At one time I was the apple of his eye
But in a moment in the hospital he lie
I just 6, entered, and could only cry
He had changed so much since the last time
Twilight was calling his name
Mine being the same 
Yet, I didn’t know what to say
He turned his head a tear in his eye
And chuckled to choke back his cry
“Tears are for the Dead” he replied
And he turned his head back with no more word to speak
His words and actions were the last I would know
Till his funeral where the cries did grow
He left me with a legacy I didn’t quite understand
Still I tried to live by it as best I could plan
Everyday a new meaning comes to hand
That life is meant for the living and crying for the end.
When twilight is calling and I am on my death bed
I will laugh and with a tear in my eye, chuckle and turn my head
Laughter is for the living, crying is for the dead

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In Memory Of

Listen to the epitaph
reading in the papers
how they summarized
your life into one small
How i burn to hear your voice
or see that smile once again
it's weird seeing your face
on the obituary's, the hurt
turning into rage.

And in your memory
i'll go on for you
and in your memory
there's nothing i wouldn't do
in your memory
i know that you'll never fade away
in your memory
i'll live on for another day.

When i was young i remember
you taking care of me, now looking
down on me, are you proud of the
person i turned out to be?
Are you that shining star in the sky
at night? Or the brightest ray of sunlight?
or was that your perfume i smelled when
the wind picked up just right? The pretty
shadow that i see?

And in your memory
i'll go on for you
and in your memory
there's nothing i wouldn't do
in your memory
i know that you'll never fade away
in your memory
i'll live on for another day.

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One mans waste the Creators gift

White trash, or black trash they say how do you not
know that he isn't white, black or red, you his treasure
you to the depths of sea he would go for you his
forlorn child, you he thinks of poor know your not
it isn't good to have all the peals and diamonds 
or money toil isn't is good for the Golden years
you have done nothing he has seen before you
can't shock him, my child or adult, to come so
far to say Hi to earth, he had nothing, you
are no ones trash but his gift. Happy brithday
to all his orphans and merry verily he says
happy hoildays of all cultures.

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The son inside of me.

For years I pondered what I could of been, for years that past I hid the son in side 
of me,
  A Mama`s boy always, but Daddy little man I never was I never had the chance 
to be,
Never taught to play any kind of ball, though competitive I am, I never looked up to 
any one,
  Just down at a picture, a picture of a man who never came around yet I was his 
No one there to say this is how you become a man, this is how you hold a girls 
hand, know when to take your stand,
  The son inside of me played alone in the sand.
As a child I spoke to no one,   you could tell I wasn`t having fun, I never knew the 
filling or meaning in Father and son,
  The untold story begun.
Shy, short tempered and withdrawn a child who had his mom wondering yet 
understanding of my becoming,
  A fatherless boy who held a picture for so long" when will he come and save 
me" the son in side of me wondering,
Today a proud father of a outstanding young man, since birth I was always near 
by to hold him, to play, to listen and to be Dad,
  I`ve been hero when he was hurt, a coach when he shot or passed the ball, a 
mentor when I told him you get up after a fall, I am the father I never had,
  The son in side of me is my sons best friend, he smiles, he no longer looks to 
the picture he is to busy.... being my sons Dad .     

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Our Grandbabies

Birthdays come, then they go.
We miss sharing, as you grow.
We remember all the good.
Keep the memories, as you should.
Hugging, kissing, all the love.
Your all a gift from God above.
The pain we feel from missing you,
We share with others, theyre hurt too.
We'll see eachother, soon enough.
build a snowman, sled on fluff.
Visit the park, shop the mall.
Til then, remember,we love you all.

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One mans waste the Creators gift

White trash, or black trash they say how do you not
know that he isn't white, black or red, you his treasure
you to the depths of sea he would go for you his
forlorn child, you he thinks of poor know your not
it isn't good to have all the peals and diamonds 
or money toil isn't is good for the Golden years
you have done nothing he has seen before you
can't shock him, my child or adult, to come so
far to say Hi to earth, he had nothing, you
are no ones trash but his gift. Happy brithday
to all his orphans and merry verily he says
happy hoildays of all cultures.

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Summer's showers for tender hands
stretching out to rainy skies...not thundering,
stunningly doomed by silence;
thankful hands showing gratitude:
pure love flowing from the smallest heart...
to rapidly move and thrill us
with its sincere feeling
and bring us back to that lost fortitude!

The wistling train rushes and winds through
the fertile plain sorrounded by misty hills,
the attentive adolescent  follows it 'till it vanishes;
he'll make great strides to achieve his goals 
and build a foundation that no one will ever undue,
whomever awaits fortune...doesn't have any dreams!

Summer's showers for tender hands...
for someone showing genuine happiness;
and he's desirous to know
the meaning of everything:
from the smaller things to the greatest things...
his knowledge must extend and grow
until his curiousity runs low!
What others despise,he adores...
when innocence is a reflection of purity,
many detest it with animosity!

Another train returns to the foggy town...
a town so lonely and without sun;
the jeering boy waves at someone,so familiar,
smiling beyond an open window...
someone who inspires him to dare:
to steadly feed his fervent ego...
to enhance his insatiable aspirations
that'll bring him greatness tomorrow!

Summer's showers for tender hands
that hold nothing within their grasp...
and need fond hopes and assurance;
a strinkingly handsome lad
catching butterflies with one hand...
a captor who fundles them as babies
and  sets them free to spring up 
to the illimitable,idle skies!

The joyous adolescent trots along
 the immense flowers' fields
humming his favorite song...
picking up one of each kind:  clover,
daisy,pansy and violet...
to give them to the one he loves more; 
he finally stops to make
a simple wish with open eyes:
to live a life full of promise
and make those good choices...
to let nothing stand between him
and his priced freedom!

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My grandmom was a good woman in her time she was born in the depression error the daugter 
of sharecroppers in the deep south of Ms of clinton in the country she didn't finish school she 
clean schools for living it was a job the biggest job was taken care of other people kids I'm one 
of them cause the way she did it was a blessing by being handicapped I was her joy of life by 
getting me up to go to school church to my doctors visit every month she clean other peoples 
houses she gave good avice to people who need it she was there for every body the things that 
she talked me is how to make it in the world on your own when other people is not there for you 
I'm teaching my son the things she was telling me then and now

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Blackout Blues

   Yeah, the lights
are out
the masses are
moving, moving
but to where?
     Children play in city parks
       their elders 
                 fret about
     the weather
       the electro - mechanical techno
          dream we live
                  melts like ice
      on a sunny day
Yes, and molten dreams
are the stuff 
              of everyday 
        here in the heart 
         of the asphalt 

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The Candle

The night was creeping on the ground
She crept and did not make a sound
Until she reached the tree
She covered it and crept again
Along the grass beside the wall
I heard the rustle of her shawl
As she threw blackness everywhere
Upon the sky and ground and air
And in the room where I was hidden
But no matter what she did
To everything that was without
She could not put my candle out
So I stared at the night
And she stared back solemnly at me.

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The prettest girl in Town

There so skinny as a stick, so big as a kiss,  with color
of fall with red yellow, white, brown leaves, what is the
 color of the creators love all colors, yes all colors
 oh yes and glasses are neat and nice you are smart too
 In valley of hills of green  America I saw a angel of love
 Is God here looking at all the tiny pretty girls of different Color
 walking  to school and one had one leg and in a wheel
 chair and no hair and the angel wink at them to say
 bye he well be back to see all of you sweet girls and
 boys they like snakes and mud he loves them also.
 The boys like to get dirty but God understands he
  God is a orphan yes he is and he understands and
  Loves orphans also of course because he is a 



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As the gun shots rang out I would lay still on the floor,
   trying to hear were there were coming from,
     down the street or at my front door,
         then silence listening as my fears numbed.

Standing in the night-filled street surrounded by crying loved ones,
  why oh why did he have to die,
     this was my life surrounded by gangs and guns,
        seeing myself dead on the pavement while others cry.

Off to the cemetery were they lay me to rest,
  looking from a distance I see the look on there faces,
    no longer held in moms arms close to her breast,
       but in a casket never filling her loving embraces.

Now looking up from six feet under seeing the ski one last time,
  hearing in the distance her last cry,
     mom this was never my life the walk I took was a fine line,
        to die a gang member I cry why mom why,

I awake next to my wife some years later,
   I`d never die in the streets like a dog, I swore it would n`t be me,
      to run in a gang was not my plans they were much greater,
         so why did I awake having this nightmare... I found a way out can`t you see    

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Mother and Child

Some where out there in the lands,
A little boy longs to hold his mothers hands

A mother’s angelic voice bids him goodnight,
She whispers gently to his little ears ‘sleep tight’.
And she gives a warm soft kiss on his fragile small head
She turns off the light, quietly shuts the door and walks ahead.

Mother sleeping in the night awakes as soon as she hears her son’s screams
And rushes with panic, soon she is comforting him of his terrible dreams.
Mother takes her son to school for the first time,
Scared and worried she reassures him and says you will be fine.
10 years later he is no longer a child but is still a young man
Still looked after by his mother who is his only biggest fan. 
Sadly few months later mother has slowly faded away 
Leaving her son to be independent, and lead his own way.

Some where out there in the lands,
A little boy no longer holds his mothers hands.

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When warm and gentle winds
flutter and lull the lustruous lilacs
so discontent of the primroses,
the drooping willows
deepen in their sorrows,
and as in an angelic apparition:
there comes into view
a friendly ballerina dressed in blue
to perform an ardent ballet
in her red dancing shoes that match
her golden,glazing barrette...
unlikely a hand-manipulated marionette!

Unpretentious and pretty ballerina,
invent another unrealistic aurora...
like the one that appears in the northern sky,
to make believe that is still daytime:
to attune your mood to a symphonic music
that can be enjoyed by us! 

When the blue-jays refuse to sing,
use your rhythmic swing
to overwhelm us with sheer delight;
this sentimental season 
repletes with amazing surprises:
to render and choose,
to keep in our thoughts and heart
the purpose of true reason!

Irresistible and elegant ballerina,
perform a dance rarely seen by critics...
be of a joyful spirit without nostalgia,
be remarkable in your gestures and steps;
a daisy opens its petals at sunrise,
invulnerable joy carries you to crimson skies...
to increase your strenght and make you shine
more than the radiant sun above the horizon...   

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The boy lay asleep
So very young
In a castle keep
His story begun

An Earth King
With the strength of two castles
Began the passing
A crown for his son
His story begun

A boy , grew
Strong and tall
For, amongst the trees
He felt...
Heard their call

A joy
So many new things
To discover
To learn
About his surroundings
What it all meant
For this boy

The beauty of trees
The seasons
A time to create
All he had learnt
From the wise ways
He could not wait

The growing of a boy
To man, you see
Steps learned
To one day
Become a King
Your Majesty....

Such exuberance
Tempered with maturity
A boy
Became a man
Became a king
Filled with love
and humility

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A World To Ponder

As I lay, the world around me alive yet hushed, time rests still to let the mind 
catch up with it. A night sky with one sea of clouds and the sun reflecting 
monsters created by accident lays still. While these beautiful monsters, in their 
size, kill the grass they stand on, their beauty takes away breath from all living 
things. Soon the sun will cease to shine on the melancholy above us. The waters 
will recede back into the horizon as the sun wakes up to shine on flowers 
abroad ‘till it is bored of sitting in these flowers and goes off to explore all the 
other wondrous designs once shown in Eden upon soft pedals of gentle, yet 
plagued life.
	Songs of sorrow come from the ones left in the presence of one 
mightier than the sun until the beautiful monster comes again with his deadly 
Watching, wandering, and wondering, the sun asks, “How is this death so 
glorified. Do none wish to grow, or do they confuse north and south?”

The fish calm, the waves roar to the horizon in understanding. As this reality 
becomes my fantasy-I live in this world that men before me have created.

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Forgotten Christmas cards
or missed birthday cake
was it some thing you noticed,
or some thing you wish you had?

An empty sea shell
forgotten dreams 
a troubled life
because the man who left was dad.

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Unafraid because...
your kind and assuring eyes
are gazing over my sleeping face
through the silent darkness!

Silence can make a night song simply
more harmonious with the gentle words
you're whispering,almost silently to me;
the delightful breeze of May,
which is a kind of blissful joy
and cheerful feeling of comfort
to your obedient child seeking the company
of very happy dreams...
living in your merry night melodies!

Unafraid because...
you are extremely warm and open
in your unquestionable devotion;
unfraid because...
God's loving ways are becoming yours:
to give more meaning 
and immense joy to my future days...
for those times in need of giving!