No chance of rain tonight,
No bogeyman, when I turn off the lights.
A phrase I found and adore with the warmth of your security.
You are the reason I attain true maturity.
I love when you lay down next to me,
Like the high tide of the sea,
You move all the warm motions inside.
My arms are the comfort you use to seek and hide.
Your nestle holds a true rhythm that hums its own song~
Nothing comes close to breaking this precious bond~
A sweet cradle-song only I hear,
You play my grin, without the strings of a puppeteer.
My heartbeat needs its fix and drug,
Your sweet, charming smiles and hug,
Is all I need to succeed,
You are, my only creed!
A kiss, I give on your forehead,
Into a poet’s world where your blanket a dulcet lullaby,
my arms are your bed.
“Goodnight Sweet Child, Sweet Child of Mine!”
A is for Annie Apple Blossom she buds in the Spring.
B is Betty Baby Breath she's such a dainty thing.
C is for Miss Candy Tuft pink-cheeked with hair of gold.
D is Debbie Dandelion who never does what she's told!
E is for Easter Lily she's as white as snow.
F is Francie Fairy Bells who ring-a-lings where she goes.
G is for Ginny Gardenia perfumed oh so sweet.
H is Holly Hocks a Tomboy, she has two left feet!
I is for Inca Lily dressed in colors light.
J is Joanie Jump-Ups, Johnny's little sister bright.
K is for Katie Kangaroo Paw her nails are painted red.
L is Lila Lady Slipper who stays too long a bed.
M is for Merry Morning Glory dressed in pale blue.
N is Nancy Narcissus who trumpets ""toodeloo!"
O is for Olivia the Ox-Eyed Daisy dolly.
P is Patty Petunia, her pancakes are a folly.
Q is for Queenie Anns Lace her dresses all have ruffles.
R is Ruby Rose-a-lee who almost always shuffles.
S is for Sandy Snap Dragon tall and thin. petite.
T is Tallulah Tulip her clothes are so off beat!
U is for Uma Umbrella Flower, sweet and sunny.
V is Vicky Violet she plays with Easter bunnies.
W is for Wendy Water Lily she'd rather swim than dance.
X is Xana Xmas Tree in Winter she's entrancing.
Y is for Yani Yarrow, a girl so bonny fair
Z is Zelda Zinnia, she pinning Yani's hair.
All our girls are fine and strong, so beautiful and brave
Not a single one of them would think to misbehave!
Bio: Wise woman.
PINK TENNIS SHOES
I mother always pride galore
until the words from daughter abhor.
Her gentle heart and loving embrace
smashing to pieces. She fell from grace.
Her untied tenny shoe, wrapped and tight
around her bike, could free no might.
Mommy checking faithful each half hour
found her daughter helpless, no power.
Down the hill mommy went
no time was wasting nor was spent.
The wind passed threw my long hair locks
when shock took over from what I got.
Not what I thought from bike I bought
but cruelest words, my life distraught.
From those lips kissed each night to bed
not once, nor twice, but thrice to head.
“Hurry up old lady” from my daughter
how my heart bleed of tears and water.
For no words crueler ever sere spoke.
My shame, the horror on face neighborhood folk.
My tail between my legs indeed
got there, put there by my third bore seed.
And mothers day and birthday too
three days from now turn 45, BOO-HOO!
Never knew my aging beauty fade
would be this hard for the lies I’ve made.
Lies I’ve told to self each day
that children’s love fulfillment may.
So on this very special mothers day
this “old lady” family f--- off say.
She has eyes that have seen all the sky
a smile that is both knowing and shy
Her brow is humble and also proud
Expressions as soft as a shifting cloud.
She is tall and frail like a river reed
Up until now the forest has been her creed
And words that once flowed like a river stream
Now she must search for what they mean
Where once the forest taught her each simple rule
Now she is thrust to study in a Western school
So her body conveys her intentions devout
She stays rooted despite her desire for flight
She absorbs new knowledge like sunlight itself
All her tears are like rain on this hard gained wealth
This shy forest spirit has blossomed and grown
In quiet moments we know where her thoughts have flown
This is my friend's daughter they adopted from Thailand at age 11.
In one year she was speaking fluent English.
She received-american-veterans jrotc-cadet--outstanding-cadet-award/ last year.
Only one cadet per detachment receives the award annually.
She is also a girl guide and on the Volley Ball Team.
I taught her papercrafts and she makes all her own beautiful greeting cards.
She is a true example of a girl rising.
She misses her sister in Thailand who was kept by the family and often thinks of them all
and is torn between the two worlds but understands she has more opportunity here.
Here further down the hillside slope
Down close to the creek with hope
My husband bought a house, land
Fenced in and made many plans
Subdued the land to cow pasture
And planted a garden, fruit trees sure
Fathered another child to call him sir
The creek seemed to like the stir
Enjoyed the children for a little while___
Loved them so that it made her smile
Today she loves grandchildren the same
No girls there are in frills ___tame
The creek keeps on flowing to the sea
The land is mostly stripped of trees
(This is my adaptation of Robert Frost's poem "The Birthplace". I hope that it does not insult
The greatest joy I’ve ever known
A miracle to call my own
So warm and soft and sweet and true
A blessing like I never knew
Worth every ounce of pain and fear
Each heartfelt doubt and wondering tear
Can I be what she deserves?
Are my virtues fit to serve?
Each question harder than the last
All faded now into the past
I gaze upon her perfect face
Full of beauty, peace and grace
A life that’s only just begun
Shining brighter than the sun
My heart has swelled beyond extreme
An ever loving living dream
Gratitude and hope abound
Heaven sought and Glory found
Strength and courage multiply
Seeing through Love’s own true eye
The greatest joy I’ve ever known
A miracle to call my own
Give me vodka, give me rum
I love the feeling of being numb
Give me a glass of Hennessy
I don’t care, just give it all to me
Everything is getting blurry
Why am I so filled with fury?
Alcohol all day and night
The only thing that feels all right
Can’t live without a single sip
I need the taste right on my lip
I killed myself with a dreadful thought
I’m the thing I cursed and fought
Mirror told me all the truth
I saw myself, I saw my youth
I’m filled with sorrow, I’m driven mad
I am just like my dreadful dad
Can I stop it? I don’t know
Addiction throws me back and fro
Alcohol is my fire of lust
Burning me as if it must
Killing my innards, destroying my mind
All because life wasn’t kind
Trapping myself, now I want to break free
Could somebody ever rescue me?
I need to escape; escape this obsession
The hardest thing is fighting addiction
Stuck on a battlefield, this is a war
I’m falling apart; revealing the scars
Alcohol, deadly love, dark passion
I’m crying, raging and battling addiction
On a slope graced with green
White marble stands in proud salute
For beneath these engraved pillars of memory
Lie the resting places of heroes
A solitary green fir looks down
As if sheltering the lost and the taken
So many names, from all walks of life
A father, brother a girlfriend or wife
On a sunny day, they glow radiant like their lives
On a dull day, they stand out against the greys
For the living, life goes on
Tomorrow is another day
The smell would hit me like a slap in the face
My daddy was a patient in that place
I would find him sitting in his chair alone
I wished he didn’t live in a nursing home
How I longed to take him home with me
I couldn’t afford to stay with him, you see
He might wander off and I had to make a living
How I hated doing this for he had been so giving
He worked so hard, he had been a good Dad
Providing for the big family he and Mama had
Now Mama had gone on up to heaven
It was up to me, youngest of the seven
I would feel so guilty leaving him there
I was afraid he might think I didn’t care
His mind slipped away to some other place
Most days he didn’t even recognize my face
“I love you daddy,” I would always say
Hoping he would know me that day
He did recognize me one last time
It's a favorite little memory of mine
He looked at me with clear recognition
He patted my arm and asked this question
“Baby, are you still teaching school?”
I broke down and cried like a blubbering fool
On the day he died, I was there with him
I fed him ice and sang to him a favorite hymn
I wish he had known and had felt my touch
Daddy’s ‘baby girl’ misses him so much
The nervous system originates in the brain.
Nerves send and receive signals to feel pleasure, fear or pain.
A baby’s diaper rash causes crying, pain and suffering,
Her torment needs attention , care and buffering,
She is so sensitive to pain, as were you and I ,
The slightest discomfort caused us to cry.
But because this is pain we can not now recall,
It does not mean we didn’t experience it all,
The nervous system is developed in Mom’s womb long before birth,
Of course, most people know this fact, for what it’s worth,
Why else does the babe instinctively move away,
When the medical probe is maneuvered her way?
She does not know the terms “women’s rights“, “choice” and “abortion”,
As she is killed, screaming in a fear and pain filled contortion,
But that baby’s pain simply doesn’t matter in this world of darkened lights,
She missed the boat when the flag unfurled for choice and women’s rights.
Dear child, you are just not old enough to be without pain and fear,
You see, we have too many excuses times one million a year.
May God buffer your pain my little friends when your shortened time is through,
And forgive your Moms and Dads for we may or may not know what we do.
And ask God to have mercy on us self blinded pretend Christians too,
As we vote for politicians who promote killing your siblings and you.
God bless you Chantel.
This is a repost of the poem written 5/01/2010 in answer to a charge that babies don't feel pain anyway so it's okay to abort them.
The news today 4/17/2012 (AP news) reports that the fetal pain abortion law which recently came about in three states because of the scientific proof that unborn babies do feel pain is now under attack because people want to kill the little ones anyway in spite of their proven torture.
Perhaps some day our society will become civilized and history will reveal these acts for the barbarianism that it indeed is. Until then let's keep praying for our youngest most vulnerable minority friends.
-Robert A. Dufresne
As I looked upon my Daughter Michaela it was clear to see
Two big beautiful blue eyes were looking back at me
When I got home from Prison and she was 5 days old
Speaking of holding the warm after absorbing the cold
The happiness of childhood was looking up to see
A little bundle of love that was looking inside of me
She would lie upon my chest and then she would fall out
I think safety in her daddy’s arms is what that was all about
She had a beautiful smile as well as a beautiful glow
As I looked at every tiny finger and every little toe
Then when she opened up her eyes everybody knew
“Just take a look at those blue eyes she looks just like you”
No ones knows where life may lead but I know in my heart
Made my end then started again so this baby would have a start
From the darkest night to the brightest light I can help her Soul
Perhaps in the overall scheme of things that always was my goal
I don’t think things are ever quite that easy, only thing I know
When it comes to beautiful babies, my little girl steals the show
Written for the Beautiful Babies Contest.
My sweetest of flowers, they blossom and grow
From God’s miracle garden, from seeds we did sow
Hair of yellow, like daisies, and cheeks filled with sun
My sweetest of flowers; yet still very young
Each is an individual, though equally special, as well
In our garden of life and love, forever they’ll dwell
They are daughters of the earth, our love to receive
My sweetest of flowers, from love were conceived
God has a plan,
And it is out of my hands.
There sits my bonnie girl, frilly, lacy, all pink and pretty
She boasts of an enviable collection of cute stuff - all Hello Kitty!
A pearly, stone-studded shiny pink Kitty bracelet
With matching rings and hair clips to tame her silky ringlets,
A stylish pair of pink comfy kitty flip-flops
To go with her smooth stretchy night wear tops!
A sassy little Hello Kitty cross-sling bag she wears
Pairing up with chic pink-framed kitty glares,
Kitty pencils, erasers and rulers in a well-stocked tuck box
Her fancy kitty pouches and folders she invariably locks!
A multi-compartment kitty wallet to hoard her loose change
All geared for summer with her Hello kitty swimming range,
A glittery Kitty lunch box to pack her school snack
As she sets off with her pink kitty back pack,
Water tastes better in a kitty sippy water-bottle
Pink all the way, for nothing else she'll settle!
She'd paint the world kitty pink, if the choice is hers
Well, I wouldn't be surprised if one fine day she purrs!!
19th Jan 2013
“Susanna” is the traditional name
The first granddaughter who came
Shared with my grandmother and mum
Named “Suzette” – confusing to some
My school chums called me “Suzie”
I’ve never been known to be a floozy
The teachers called me by my surname
For my sisters’ errors, I took the blame
Proud of my family name, “Myburgh”:
“My town”, pronounced “(Chris de) Burgh”
An impressive family crest adorn
The hallway – from titled family born
The wine farm, Meerlust : “Pride and joy”
For ten generations is has been their toy
"Honour" is the byword of our kin
To break it is frowned upon – a sin
I got married at the tender age of twenty
Suitors to choose from, there were plenty
From a very noble Dutch stock I came
With English blood I had tarnished the name
Alas, as foretold, this union did not last
I had become in each family an outcast
When I mentioned the word “Divorce”
My family recommended a different course
Shame on the family name I must not bring
To their piper I must dance and sing
Thirty years later I plucked up the courage
I left an abusive marriage before carnage
My parents by then dead and buried
The Divorce Degree successfully carried
I plucked up the courage to be alone
For the loss of my identity I now atone
Freedom never tasted so sweet
With open arms I rushed to meet
All the things I could not freely express
My worth and measure of being less
Being able to read a good book
And to eat what I want to cook
To run at dawn on the cold beach
With sand and seagulls that screech
Laughter and love of all perceived
The loss of all that I have grieved
The sunsets have now come alive
To embrace love and a new life
“Su” is now my new given name
A poet who feels no more shame
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The more I try to reassure my mother,
The more she suspects...
The concerns and cares I shoulder,
I conceal and collect.
Her ears keen to the notes I offer,
My anxiety she dissects.
Taking on more as I grow older,
Less her fear affects.
Understanding her and less eager,
I share all; she accepts, connects.
Living day in
Living day out
Working as hard as I can
To get money to pay the bills
Searching for food for the family
Trying to get through the day
As best as I can
All it matters
Is to get some money
To be able to not to think
How am I supposed to support?
My kids, my husband, and I
It all hits me like rain pounding the roof
Is this how life is supposed to be?
Going down hills
Going up hills
Having great times
And some bad times
You think your life should be easy
It is not supposed to be
Life is difficult for a reason
*MAKE LIFE WHAT YOU WANT IT TO BE. LIVE EACH DAY, THE BEST WAY YOU CAN, LIFE GOES ON UNTIL YOUDIE. BE HAPPY BECAUSE YOU CAN DIE ANY MINUTE NOW. SO LIVE IT UP!!!
My arms are empty my heart in such pain
For I know that I may never ever see you again
That mother’s love so strong, gentle and true
Has to be put aside, forgotten in favour of you
Who knows how long this sadness will last?
Will I ever recover and get over the past?
My prayer is fervent and is always the same
That you be cherished protected this is my aim
It was different up to the very day you were born
I had made up my mind and had always sworn
We would stay close together whatever the cost
But I looked into your face and was immediately lost
You deserved better than me and my rebellious boy
We prepared for you as if you were a living small toy
Reality changed the moment I held you so close
I knew then and there that I did not have a choice
And so we said our goodbyes that cold winter day
I cried so many tears that I struggled to find my way
Out of the refuge into the wide world once more
Your loss to remain with me an open weeping sore
But my awful sadness became someone else’s true gain
My sacrifice made sure two strangers would forever remain
In my debt grateful to me for the selfless gift I had made
This knowledge alone helped make my deep sorrow fade
What of the future who knows what life may bring?
Perhaps a connection that will make my heart sing
For whatever the heartache, the trauma and pain
It is as mother and daughter we will forever remain
©Copyright Dilys Brown 3rd September 2013
My youngest child taught me something today
That I had almost forgotten along the way
At this precious age the focus isn’t money
Or finding the promised land of milk and honey
As soon as we decorated our Christmas tree
She placed a gift beneath it saying, “For mommy from me”
It wasn’t a gift from a catalog or store
This special gift was so much more
She ran to her room, found her favorite toy, you see
Then placed it in a cracker box and gave it to me
No wrappings or ribbons just the heart of my child
With glowing eyes and a tender loving smile
That, my friends, is how Christmas should be
Because the best gifts aren’t found beneath the tree
Copyright © 2009 Lena “Lolita” Townsend
“…and a little child will lead them.”~ Isaiah 11:6
Who am I?
Am I defined by what is near in sight?
Am I defined by what I have done,
Or am I defined by what I could become?
Perhaps I'm of no use.
To him, or her, or I, nor you.
Or perhaps I'm too misunderstood to be defined,
And it is something like understanding that comes in time.
And if to the world I'm never shown,
Yet in my own light I've grown and grown,
And so I can know no happiness but my own--
The reason for my smile, to you, will forever be unknown.
I do not pray for the world to know my name.
For it and verse; the letters are the same.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads,
I pray his pain my words to keep.
Should his eyes rain on my page,
Better tears than storms of rage.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads.
I pray his pain my words to keep.
And if to the world you're never shown,
Yet in your own light you've grown and grown,
And so you know no happiness but your own.
Let the reason for your smile, to you, only be known.
Forth he went upon the sea
grizzled and tough as he could be.
But when the old salt came to shore
he'd look for Jenny Lynn some more.
She was lost from him for years;
he'd shed a bucket of bitter tears.
Dreaming of the day they'd meet
the old man had a heart so sweet.
Someday he would find his daughter.
Till then he'd spend life on the water.
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I need a Mom who's always there
Someone to care,
Who loves to play
Will always stay.
A Mom to mend my broken heart
Give a fresh start,
Who holds my hand
Gives strength to stand.
I need a Mom to find me here
To make it clear,
I'm not alone
Please take me Home!
A Minute Poem
Hold me in your arms and never let me go
Tell me if you love me; I really want to know
Set me here forever; let me squeeze your thumb
As you call me baby, and I call you mom
Give me all your love as I give you all of mine
I have not a single worry; with you I’m just fine
The comfort of a mother is way too great to lose
So hold me here forever even as I snooze
Keep me in your heart as I keep you in my soul
You are the only one that makes me whole
Even as I grow older your my greatest love
You are my angel sent from above
You are mines and I am yours too
I hope you know that I’ll always love you
So when things get cold and love is hard to show
Hold me in your arms and never let me go
I can hear the horses snorting, outside my bedroom window,
Even though it comes, from so many years ago;
Cotton from the cottonwoods flying through the air,
Making whitened dapples on my palomino mare;
The hounds are all out baying, it must be dinner time;
In my tiny little neighborhood, I was never scared of crime;
Family surrounded me, aunts and uncles all around,
It was quiet on our little street, no sirens made a sound;
My cousins and I would play outlaws, and we’d hide out for a day;
Making mighty forts from the fifty tons of hay;
It never really changed much, as I grew up through the years,
And remembering that it’s gone, always brings me close to tears.
(My Parents sold the house I grew up in last year - It still breaks my heart)
You Inspire Me
What inspires me?
A song lyric-------a brave, determined person (Man or Woman)
A gifted child
An Innovator, innovators are individuals that are firsts to do something.
That inspires me and by the way…
O mother you inspire me (most of all)!
We make daisies into a chain.
Giggling, laughing, it starts to rain.
We lift our faces to the sky
and soon we're drenched, you and I.
I close my eyes for a moment , brief.
Opening them I'm consumed with grief.
My heart is pounding in the dark night.
Gone is my child, the meadow, the light.
Only in dreams do you come to me.
In morning light my tears run free.
I long for sleep to see you again.
Only my dreams bring relief from pain.
We can't get back the years we have lost
The Demon inside stole you at all cost
The father you loved and trusted in
Took your innocence a mortal sin
Your broken spirit yearns more of the same
Now he tells me... that I am to blame
I should have not left you and trusted him
Denial has ways of making life grim
Now what can I do since he took my child
In ways someone could never take mild
I have no witness but you my sweet girl
Protecing your secret till God's grace unfurls
In bed thinking what could I have done
Of all Ugly... this the ugliest one~
My youngest daughter, she’s an autograph hound
She carries her Autograph book all around
She loves to attend all the Concerts in town
Where the stars are performing, she can be found
It’s always her goal, after hearing their sound
To get the signatures of the those so renowned
She’ll stations herself close to where they’ll come down
Through the pushing and shoving, she’ll hold her ground
Once she has them in sight and knows where they’re bound
“Through Struggle to the Stars”, signatures are found
If you leave I will Die
These words spoken, nay more a yell
has put my heart deeper into hell.
Astonished indeed the grip held tight
from grandmas weakness came mighty might.
Her pleading eyes forever will haunt
until the grim reaper to me will taunt.
Across the states in airplane I flew
when call of grandmas dying became my news.
To sister and father these words she spoke
when Catherine arrives, tomorrow my last awoke.
With her visit she declare “I shall die
willing and ready, all peace have made I”.
Yet simpleton girl, granddaughter did make
“No death to you, a healing you shall take”.
Each day grandma’s strength vigor and glow
“Run away death, this passing I shall slow”.
So strolls in the park under brightly lit sun
granddaughter believes this battle is won
Such dependence a quick arrive
now that grandmas been ordered …survive!
Seems her life saved now owe I do
grandma demands, switch of the shoe.
Walk in my stead weary she say
Bored beyond, each passing long day.
Her bidding I cry “What to do ?”
“Walk, chocolate? Fix my air tube too” !
Said not in grace nor thankful choir
not kind to you, or nurse for hire.
The walls came in on me at last
must break free, these walls to blast.
An avalanche of tears came down
now grandma left with a terrible frown.
“You break my heart ,you must not leave”.
And I to her, “I must you see”.
“But if you leave I know I die”.
These words to me, did make me cry.
Yet out the door, I did make pass
Knowing soon come, my grandmas mass.
LOVE BEYOND LOVE
Two daughters given to me
A gift from God, a gift for free
Thank You Lord this gift of love
A gift that can only be given from above
I will nurture and care with all my heart
Till the end of times will never part
Oh how great and strong this love grows
My heart and soul only knows
Thank You Lord this gift from above
Today, forever, Its all about LOVE
April 16, 2012 Form: Couplet
Nanny was an old lady
always rocking in her chair
On her front porch
you would find her there
My daughter at her young age
loved to sit on Nannys lap
Counting one, two, three buttons
and then they would clap
Day in and day out
counting buttons was their thing
Much joy and laughter
this simple task would bring
I truely believe
this is how my daughter learned to count
On the lap of an old lady
in memory of Nanny we recount
< my little girl came to me and asked for a pet
to me my heart just hasn't been quite set
but who could resist those baby brown eyes
and all those little wimpers and desirable sighs
so off we went in our broken down wagon
where the rear end you could tell was sagging
to petland is where we went
pocketbook really took a dent
odie and garfield was their chosen names
two bunny hampsters very different but the same
oh my little girl was not yet done
said mama we need hampster ball so they can have alot of fun
and don't forget their bedding liners
so their living will be much finer
but first you must buy them their cage
oh my little girl is quite smart for her age
she knows they like fruit and snacks
so she doubled order with ten sacks
ring ring ring ding ding ding
did it's cash register ever so did sing
eighty five fifty
well ain't that nifty
handed lady one hundred
mumbling under breath was said
left store in a hurry
with our clothes looking so dam fury
Written By Katherine Stella 7/3/11
Entry For Francine Robert's
Pick A Pet Contest
No cheek was there, ere so fair, nor morning breath so cool
Red ribbons in her long blonde hair, eyes shining as bejewelled
With movement gently delicate, graceful as a swan
Her mind so nimbly intricate, a smile for everyone
Her spoken word, mellow and light, her voice as soft as sleep
The stories that she told each night, she said, were mine to keep
I saw her grow from babe in arm, as life began to weigh
Blessed with every worldly charm, to woman of today
Gabi wakes up with a frown,
Gabi drags her feet around,
Gabi’s room’s a real mess,
Gabi cannot find her dress,
Gabi’s lost most of her toys,
Gabi has a squeaky voice,
Gabi’s homework may look shabby,
I cannot live without Gabi.
We read about it in the news. Sad parents given right to choose,
Decided gift of life should go to daughter of their ancient foe.
Not ours to say who’s right who’s wrong in war that has been waging long.
Violence will not end the fight, but oh, a love like this just might.
A foe this year could be a friend, if we could only learn to mend
Our differences with acts of love as taught by our own Lord above.
(Written about the case of the Israelite parents whose daughter was felled by violence and they made the decision to give needed organ to Palestinian child.)
written 28th sept 2007
It's time to turn this around
the answers I have finally found
The minute I looked into your eyes
I immediately remembered, how to be alive
If I didnt go through, all those years of pain
my life wouldn't be the same
Your birth, nothing less than magical, complete power of God's love....
For you shone through complete demonic darkness
ever since, I have been more than blessed
you re-opened my heart
So I could again, play the part
I've been given a second chance
This time round, I wont forget to dance
to love, open and freely
Its finally great to again be me
I've turned my frown upside down
And it's from God's gift, when pure innocence was born
my sixth child, a blessed tiny little girl
Thinking of you Atlanta Dawn
I was her sucker her plans drawn
the marriage was hell
never rang my bell
said I gave her baby
never came no maybe
just another lie from hertThough at times she made me purr
love is much more than sex
she loved taking my checks
that was so long a go
Atlanta Dawn no show
maybe someday a child will come
one thing sure child’s life won’t be glum
Mama can you hear me call your name?
Doesn't matter,I love you just the same.
Ninety years you've lived here on this earth.
And you have struggled ever since your birth.
A mother who was cold,a distant father.
An alcoholic husband who couldn't bother.
Now you live your days out in confusion.
Life to you is just a dark illusion.
When I call you mama,you just stare.
Sadly,I wonder is somebody there?
Yet I'll keep on showering you with love.
Some day we'll be together up above.
21st February 2012
By Sashi Prabhu (zeauoxian)
Hey mum and dad please do not lowly hum or keep mum,
When by your little one asked “where do babies come from?”
Narrated over and over this metaphorical tale,
Many scoff to tell, be it female or adult male.
Birds are like men and fly as they please,
Bees are like women, dedicated to their queen, to her whims appease.
Bees sit on and pollinate the flowers,
By, buzzing around many and over few hovers.
The birds spread the “seed”,
These to the “gen next” they lead.
This is about birds and bees a short verse,
On a topic, proscribed and taboo which parents surely must never be averse
24 C. You joined on a Wednesday.
24 C. That’s how you were labelled.
24 C. Beloved and awaited.
24 C. You make me elated.
24 C. Half her and half me.
24 C. We’ re here for thee.
I wake to silence, hold my breath, await a cry,
Tentatively move, glide to a door, nip a sigh.
She still sleeps, but feels my presence and shifts,
Seeing this, mom holds her breath as a small brow lifts.
My girl remains in dreams, so moments I will steal,
Tiptoe to kitchen then let the day reveal
itself in sun, rain or ... Oh, sweet gift! Poetry!
Hot air balloons sifting clouds wake the scribe in me.
The fridge frets, a tap chats, I hear the city grind
as I let inspiration yawn, slowly unwind.
Lines form. I want coffee and a break to my fast,
but the clock’s ticking and I’ve learned from the past
that one gripe from a chair or a snipe from a spoon
brings love racing down the hall while humming a tune.
I get half of a verse written and then hear her call,
So I go to her room, beside her I crawl
and she smiles like I’m Christmas, bringing brand new toys,
She gives me sloppy kisses, unleashes her joy.
We cuddle under a quilt, she hands me a bear,
Then demands a story which I pull from the air.
Some time later, we munch muffins, embrace our day
which starts with hugs and laughter and ends the same way.
By Cyndi MacMillan, written Aug 15, 2012
She wanted a job that was good
One that would pay like it should
So she found one she thought was cool
And headed on down to truck driving school
You see, truck drivin’ s in her blood veins
So this decision wasn’t all that strange
Her daddy was a truck drivin’ fool
So why shouldn’t she go to truck driving school
Her favorite uncle had taken her on the road
She knew, like him, she could pull a load
Her honey, Craig, drives a large car, too
She could handle this truck driving school
To San Antonio, she drove on down
It has always been a favorite town
Passed the written Dot after learning the rules
She was strutting her stuff at truck driving school
Without much money, but a lot of guts
She knew she had to get out of her ruts
She’ll be like her daddy, a gear jammin’ fool
When she graduates from truck driving school
Wherever I go through out my whole life,
I end up struggling with lots of strife.
Thinking that my life is a total waste,
Wanting it to be over in a haste.
I can feel the pain inside my own heart,
Like someone through at my a deadly dart.
The wound is easing deeper and deeper,
Will the pain ever stop getting bigger?
Feeling emo is never a good thing,
Cutting your arm makes a really bad sting.
Blood is dripping from my arms and my heart,
Failing to dodge the largest deadly dart.
Drowning in all the lies and self pity,
I live each day but always feel sh*tty.
I have lots of thoughts about suicide,
But then I think about those who have died.
Those who have died not just from suicide,
But also those who are really nice guys.
...This "poem" was actually suppose to be a couplet (on any thing you want) for my english
class but i made this kind bcuz i was feeling emo that day...and also after i was done i read it
over and it almost sound like a rap song which, i guess, is kinda funny and cool.........
She looks up at me with tears about to fall
Scared and hurt, I run to her heartfelt call
Two smiles I see, both bleeding on her face
Only one of them is in the right place
The other smile is underneath her chin
Deep and wide, but doesn't hold a grin
My poor baby, the girl with angel eyes
Pick her up trying to soothe those little cries
Rush her to the doctor, to see what she can do
She closes up that smile with a stitch or two
I hug and hold her all throughout the night
My little brave trooper sleeps well tonight
*my little one cut open her chin and got 6 stitches yesterday*
Welcome to my house on the beach,
Where there are condos for $5 each
I, for one, am an interesting figure,
With my siamese fish who likes to paint pictures
And my single daughter Rosie,
Who's immune to posie
This place is somewhere with two sides,
You live your life first, and after you die.
I died at thirty-eight
From tripping down stairs just after I ate
Welcome to my house on the beach,
Come on inside and we can enjoy a peach!
This craving desire that groweth in me,
Has opened the eye of my mind as to see
The chance of my daughterly duties abound
Shall serve so a well-kept privilege I found.
To none other than my eternal Father,
Shall this humble heart's moil belong rather.
To sing of His Mightiness ever to sound,
His kindness and love that has seen not a bound,
His power, divinity, ever so great,
That changeth, by trust, all of our so called "fate"
His handsomeness more than the purest damask,
Belief in Him whcih maketh easy a task.
For this boutneous Being I now do live for,
And so shall I live for, for evermore!
Just to let you know,
A very special day is approaching
IT IS MY BIRTHDAY!!!!!
Taking place on May 24th
The day I was born
And my mother and me adjoined
Cuddled and comforted
In each other's love
Tomorrow is the day
That I turn thirteen
Finally I will have entered,
From then on it will be consumed
By hormones and PMS and what-not that I will deal with
Somehow I look forward to aging even more
I grow more mature, but also more old
I think I'll be taken
Quite a bit more seriously
Not treated like a child,
How most people think we should be
So yes it will be my birthday,
In about two hours
I hope I get lots of comments
Wishing me a well one!!!!!
Wake up from your sleep
Its about time we reap
The happiness of the moment
Going on and on like a current
Lets go out in the sun
Its time we take a run
The rain will soon drizzle
Everything will soon frizzle
Today its so bright
Hold my hand tight
Imagine we can fly
Up and Up so high
As the clock ticks ten
Lets go into the den
I know as time slides
The pain will subside!
Dedicated to my daughter.
On top of the game and the world my oyster
Diligent at my ideal job and never did loiter
Pregnant with first child – a long awaited miracle
A mature matron – apprehensive about article
Gran laughed when I said the baby would have to fit in
I came prepared with earplugs for the expected din
She arrived apologetically five weeks premature
ICU and many uphill battles, setting tone for future
She struggled to read and write – rhyming to remember
Songs were created to help with lessons – real mind bender
The day she graduated top of her class at university
She taught me that life is precious and not pure adversity
The day she dried my tears when my marriage folded
Was when I realised that a caregiver has been moulded
Angry and fearful, and doubting my own ability
She assured me that my decisions are not due to senility
I learned to look through her youthful eyes in wonder
If God is walking by our side, we are not put under
Sometimes just a trim; others, a drastic clip;
around-the-world trip with one mighty snip.
Children and scissors together, tempt fate;
by the time you check, it's already too late.
Like closing hen-house doors after the chicks are out;
no need to whimper, get angry or shout.
She's taken the scissors, achieved a slam dunk;
whacked her dog-ears off, leaving two stubby chunks.
A ball of energy, is what you are.
And a beautiful, young lady by far.
A smile, so bright you light up the room.
I miss you so much, and hope to see you REAL soon.
I'm so glad you came into my life.
I wouldn't have met you, if I wasn't your father's wife.
I feel just like you are my own child,
You're so sweet and loving, as well as meek and mild.
No matter what your father and I have gone through,
I want you to know I will always have a Mother's love for you.
*To my daughter from another Mother even though she calls me "Mommy Aleera" too I love it!*
The father's skill on how to meet his end,
that's what for sure his children will descend.
If my eyes should never see another setting sun
If I went to sleep tonight, knowing my days were done
If I should never hear the sound of children at play
If I knew without a doubt, this was my dying day
My daughter, here’s a wish that I hope will come to be
I want to leave a legacy so you’ll remember me
When you’re feeling all alone and want me to be near
Or when monsters come crowding in and you’re filled with fear
May it be that your hand will reach for my book of rhymes
In reading each poem, may you relive happy times…
When I shared a funny rhyme to chase away your pain
Or perhaps you’ll remember how writing kept me sane
Maybe you’ll come upon this little couplet of mine
And you’ll smile through the tears as you read between each line
I hope you’ll be filled with pride knowing my dream came true
My published poem book is my legacy to you
I hope it will ease your pain and bring joy to your mind
Search in every line Mommy’s hugs and kisses to find.
It carries my love, dearest, and some sagacity,
But YOU are my living word and my real legacy!
Nightmares that come are so bad I'm afraid to sleep
Exhaustion enters making sleep needs reach their peak
A little light sleep to settle down falling falling deeply sound
The horror no no go away nightmares please dissipate
Same dreams every night since my darling baby cried
She nursed, very well fed in the morning she died
Nightmares night afer night awaking my baby I dread
Being rocked, rocked, rocked, looking down my baby's dead
(My adoptive mother lost a child, a little girl at age nine months old. Back then people used
home remedies very seldom saw a doctor. The child had been sick with a cold, mother fed
her and the next morning she was dead. The doctor who examined the corpse said that
she had had pneumonia and choked to dead on the mucous.)
Stuff I don't like I don't do 'cause I'm rash
and now I'm up to my eyeballs in trash!
Oh, what a joy little children are !
Juice in the video, sick in the car.
Untidy bedroom, scattered toys,
girls playing nurses with little boys.
Dogs' tails being pulled, a cat's on fire,
interrupting the moments of love and desire.
Passing the blame for their little crimes,
playing with frogs all covered in slime.
Screaming their heads off in a plush restaurant,
having a tantrum when refused what they want.
Arriving home late covered in mud,
not going to bed when they know they should.
Non-stop talking while dad's watching telly,
splashing the walls with ice-cream and jelly.
Chocolate stains on their Sunday best,
painting funny pictures on granddad's vest.
Why do parents' voices echo from afar,
Oh, what a joy little children are !
Introduction: It’s a piece dedicated to the lullaby of a different kind. It’s something which has happened to many out there, but the experience is distinctively significant…
A priceless surprise, silenced all in its tune
By a soft heavenly cry, from the delivery room
Only a few hours was the night; so young
Where for the first time, she opened her eyes,
While by her side her dearly loved one
For the last time, closed her teary eyes
Father held her near and resounded to her cry;
But all mother could share was, this lullaby –
The long last beep from the ECG
Echoed her heartbeat…The last goodbye
Happiness and sadness broke through the night
With streams of tears for mother’s plight;
She never had the chance to hold her close
But left precious prayers that never left her side
As she came down to their hearts
Her soul flew up high apart,
The transfer of two lives through one,
Their journey was complete and done
Caught within that reverie
He conveyed the Azaan through her ears,
In the wake of such irony
He fell down to prostrate in tears
When all hopes seemed to end, father’s prayer did transcend
O’ Almighty became her closest friend and had for her a Grande plan,
Under HIS mercy and HIS guide, she flourished through the darkest nights
To a new beginning – she set off to write.
My daughters favorite book is my dictionary.
Its big and bulky and hard for her to carry.
She managed to drag it with not much ease.
And rests it open on her little knees.
She points at the words and asks "what's that?"
I read her the definitions in seconds flat.
She is quite smart for a kid who is only three.
I tell ya what she is a mini version of me.
So give it a few years and then you will see.
My little girl will be writing her own poetry.
I watched her sleep
As I played with a curl
Pulled her closer to me
My sixteen year old girl...
I sang her an old lullaby
As my heart wondered why
The tables have turned
Now she’s the one
She’s the one
Who soothes me when I cry....
She pulled a cute face
And I couldn’t even trace...
Who she was dreaming about
Who made her heart shout?
Then struggling awake...
She said with a shake...
“Why is it that your mother’s voice
Makes you want to sleep?”
I smiled....a song in my heart
The tears threatened to start
I couldn’t speak
I could hardly think
So I whispered a prayer
As I smoothed back her hair
And thanked God for old lullabies!
How does one pick a single soul in a field of Flowers?
God would find it rather hard with all of his powers
There are so many beautiful people as we all know
I’m finding it rather impossible to pick a single soul
Even as I pen this one is coming clearly to my mind
Michaela is a very rare gift that is impossible to find
She is like a spiritual daughter that blesses my heart
She has been a very special friend right from the start
Her and my daughter Michaela share the same name
I have chosen my very dear friend, Miss Michaela Payne
When we first met on the site each of us was fairly new
She was the essence of the word “pure” through and through
Michaela is so pure of heart and she is so pure of soul
Beaming with a beautiful innocence so few ever know
It was really hard at first because these words are true
I thought, “Someone like her doesn’t need to know you”
Sometimes in life the Lord brings together two souls
As they each help each other understand their goals
Through her friendship I was eventually able to see
That there was still some good left up inside of me
I truly doubt that Michaela could ever begin to know
Beautiful blessing she has been up inside of my soul
She knows that if ever she needs it I have a real good ear
As I know my knowledge is something that she holds dear
She knows what ever the subject I can offer sound advice
For I haven’t just seen it all, I have seen most of it twice
Never know how good it feels for a tired old convict like me
To help someone as beautifully innocent as a person can be
I reckon that leaves this old man with just one last thing to say
I hope my Michaela grows to be just like her some beautiful day
This Poem is written for Christie's contest and i must
say I found it so very hard to choose just one person
to write about because I have truly been blessed by
many wonderful friends on this site. God Bless you all
Torment manifests in my soul
Loved ones seem compelled to console
I live my past again and again
People’s sympathies bring back pain
Suppressed feelings vanquish
Longing grief shall languish
Infuriating my flesh with pain
Someone remind him of his shame
How I wonder about her fears
Far beyond my withered tears
Believe me when I tell you this
My child’s father stole her bliss
Such torment frustrates my world
Satan exploited my little girl
How can I subjugate this hell
When Satan lives within her shell ?
Mother and father love their plain ponytails and Lionel trains.
Then infancy crawls to scrap knees, tea parties. And headphone blast fast tones accompanied, by the arrogances of “me”.
Old Lionel trains sleep and ponytails worn plain train to feed or seek maternity.
Then mother and father love their plain ponytails and Lionel trains.
How I hate change.
Barely out of her teens, just seventeen
To be like the rest, she has to be seen
Peer power, to be amidst, life's pressure shows
Her hunger to be accepted, internally grows
Dark corners she turns into an unseen abyss
Becomes a parents nightmare, she's still in wish
No matter their words to allure her to family life
Peer power, she's amidst, deeper in strife
From alcohol to drugs to sleeping around
What becomes of ones daughter, so quiet and sound
Then came the day, but does their nightmare end
Their daughter so precious, into darkness descend
Peer power has taken, entangled she has become
No longer is she amidst, her blood no longer runs
Bravado, call it what you like, was a bridge to far
Peer power, now just forgotten, a momentary star
Does he know - he lives forever - in my dreams?
And that every vision I create - is through his eyes of green.
Does he know - I still walk with him - along the shore of Evermore?
On that path of make-believe - that led me to a castle door
Where as a child I - placed my heart - forever in his hands
And wrote – With all my heart – I love daddy - in the sand.
In loving memory of my father: October 29 - 1927- August 11, 2003
September 12, 2009
4th place in Michael Jordan's contes 'Inside the Heart'
Dearest, sweetest, Genovive, I pray that you will see,
The beauty of earth's many wonders, I pray that you'll believe.
When you look upon the ripples of the pond's great mass,
I beg that you would see your beauty, free to fly at last.
Beauty lies within your soul, and it's not hard to see,
And when you gaze at your reflection, you're gazing back at me.
Because you will be of my flesh, and you'll be of my bone,
Just remember when you glare, you're not staring alone.
When you one day are blessed to us, when our family is built,
We'll keep you safe, we'll keep you warm, wrap you in finest silks.
And if you're wondering, Genovive, if you are truely loved,
Just look down at your sweet reflection, you'll always be enough.
By Chelsea Stufleben
A shoulder to cry on and a hand to hold
Someone to take care of me when I am old
A smiling face to greet me each day
Breakfast in bed brought on a tray
Birthdays and Mother’s Day never forgotten
Pampering me and spoiling me rotten
Discussing life’s problems and broken hearts
Reassuring her that she can make a new start
Whispering secrets and describing a dream
Swapping new recipes and eating ice cream
Going to garage sales and bargain shopping
Afternoon walks and popcorn popping
Trying on clothes and always hearing
Honest answers about what I’m wearing
Knowing each other’s hearts inside out
Trusting her completely without a doubt
There is no other friend so dear
As having my daughter always near
My two girls you see
did great things for me
Music ,one ,soon did play
through this gift,one day
in my life Vivaldi et al
came to reside,and stay
The other,on a horse did ride
so her equinity I also tried,
for me,then a hobby,did provide
Thus my life they have enhanced
in two instances,by chance
Gender inequity thought harmless, normal,
causes gendercide in dark alleys less formal.
In India, China, and Pakistan
Girl children when born are killed out of hand.
Still wet from the womb and with no regret,
they are poisoned or starved, seen as a debt.
The cost of their life’s enormous dowries;
for in parts of our world they’re property.
Sold if they’re lucky to live as chattel
closed in houses less valued than cattle.
Equality denied by fathers, sons
new prostitutes formed by girls on the run.
What of the gender equity crisis I say
the twenty-first century, still this way?
there are many women who's life has been a tragedy.
we all know that is not the way it ought to be.
tragedies, unfortunately, are equal opportunity employers.
they strike all, no matter what race, creed or color.
think of the woman who are denied their basic rights.
they do what they are told and are instructed to neither fuss nor fight.
they have been taught through experience that they have no value.
so through life they go lacking self esteem & confidence,
with no dreams to pursue.
yet these are the strong women who have endured life.
countless, endless nights of sexual assault and she wasn't the wife.
if she were the mistress it would have been her choice to make;
but she wasn't, she was too young and for daddy's sake.
she endured the pain of being defiled....
threatened, young, afraid, her confusion was compiled.
daddies weren't suppose to do this ......
not to a child.
to mommy she went hoping she would be saved, after a while.
but mommy wasn't sure of the why's and how's.
how do you stay with a man who is a sow ?
how do you raise a family when you don't know?
is the child telling the truth or is she lying?
no ... it isn't a lie because you feel like dying.
so the daughter grows from child to woman.
carrying with her this tragedy that will always remain.
she has confronted, accepted and knows she isn't to blame.
she has grown to be confident, successful and quite sane.
forgiving is what she has learned to live by.
she had to deal with the pain and her mother the why.
as for the both they will mend;
but for the other he will surely spend.
the rest of his life in an eternal hell,
for he was under the devils spell.
Life awakens in a serous sea
Momentary stirs inside me
Reminding me I’m not alone
also how large that I have grown.
Be patient my fidgety one
It won’t be long, your day will come
Your scheduled time is drawing near
To usher in a brand new year.
Christmas past was…ooh! God It hurts
It must be January 1st!
Parturition has now begun;
Well, do your thing daughter or son
It matters not since you’re my first
Though I pray not breech but headfirst.
The house is very quiet now, as I move about
Without her hugs and giggles, the fire has gone out
She was so excited, so I pasted on a smile
Inside my heart was breaking, for me a painful trial
Wasn't it just yesterday, she was my little girl
It seems like but a moment, I've watched her life unfurl
Now she is off to college, standing on her own
Challenging her new world, while I stay here alone
I know that soon she'll come back, but it won't be the same
She has become a woman now, and we'll just share a name
So I'll wrap myself in memories and wait for the time when
I hear her say "hi daddy", and my heart lights up again
Her knuckles bend, they don't pretend, beneath her head plopped in pale dread
Tucked tween these both an ear relieved from being grieved, both eyes near dead
Slouched where she dreams she merely leans, foreign sounds invade the fable
That preoccupies her state of mind as she reads near the table
The palm with which she grips adventure now lies limp upon her lap
It's hostage near released, with spine all creased, yet private flap to flap
Upon her cheeks no glimmer, tightly drawn lips dimmer than dry sands
Her whispering twin tornado tunnels funnel huffing reprimands
What draws her sight, what steals an ear and makes pompous this quiet girl?
Why does her charm befall decay; why does bitter a prude unfurl?
Her grace befalls corruption by a swiftly knocking eruption
Followed by brassy squeaks twisting, breaching thought; this interruption!
Blood is all over the place,
On my legs, my arms, my face.
Cut more! Do I dare?
Blood I've lost too much thats true,
Look at me don't forget me, I won't forget you.
She's strikingly fair in the purest of red
Pearls grace her neck, a band on her head
Enthroned on a seat plush as is down
I just can't get over her brilliant red gown
Gazing like Jesus, her cheeks softly pink
She smiles like Mona, oh what does she think?
She reminds me of my dear Cicely
Somewhat straight forward, somewhat a mystery
Perfect her posture, graceful her arms
Banding her wrist a bracelet of charms
At least that's what my Cicely would wear
In ten-year-old elegance, smiling so fair
God! I can't get over how it looks like her so!
Oh where, oh where did my Cicely go?
If I had a child,
I would stroke her head for a while
As she drifts into a trance of sleep,
Counting one-by-one the sheep
Found in her imagination,
She can live within her creation
When she is finally as quiet as a mouse,
I will turn out all the lights in the house
And creep back into my own room
To join my soon-to-be-groom
We will have ourselves adjoined
Until we hear little footsteps, sounding like a coin
Pattering down the hall
Until we see her face, cutest of them all
Say, "I had a nightmare"
I'll reply, "Come here and bring your teddy bear"
If I had a child,
I would stroke her head for a while
As she drifts into a trance of sleep,
Counting one-by-one the sheep
I will finally rest back my head,
Thinking, oh how nice it is when this whole thing is read.
I remember the day my daughter was born
Like she had been here before, but now reborn
Through the terrible two's she behaved like the rest
When she came to mingle she had a different zest
She spoke so young and observed all around her
She would talk to herself in private confer
Then along came school with it's different surrounds
She became more outgoing as if on common grounds
Her early teens came she was like a stranger to us
She would recite ancients scripts and bring us to cuss
Feelings I felt having never known her at all
But the day I followed her, scrawling on the church walls
I see her scribing, ancient symbols and satanic verses
As she turns to me with Latin curses
She looks at me her eyes black that were green
Your no father to me my real fathers to be seen
My daughter my princess she falls to her knees
Her back rips open she smiles as if appeased
A black fluid appears, next a bulging mass
Dark wings unfold as I stare in agasp
She turns towards me again I can see pain in her eyes
Her eyes are now green and theirs tears in her cries
Daylight is now darkness, dancing shadows on walls
Black winged angels ringing humanities death knoll
Where my daughter is kneeling buildings are collapsing
The arrival, her father, as his black winged angels sing
I run to my daughter, masonry falls all around
As we collapse together on natures hallowed ground
She was never his daughter although she had been here before
For her eyes turned from black, because she loved me even more
We lie bloodied and bruised on natures battered floor
What happens when were gone, we have gone before
I put a bullet through my head,
Im good and happy and since I'm dead.
A wasted life what a shame.
Another statistic without a name.
I'm dead and cold,
Because under pressure I did fold.
I didn't stop myself reaching for that gun,
I shot myself now I'm done.
If I hadn't i would have killed,
Either way blood would be spilled.
My blood flows free.
I pray that no one copies me.
Happy Easter would you please come in
Said the man at the door with a big grin
I went there with my daughter; I felt so out of place
You see all my life all I had been was a damn disgrace
Then I learned of the act that was the world’s greatest loss
I couldn’t believe man had nailed the Son of God to the cross
The reason he stayed nailed to the cross was clear to see
He was held up on that cross by his love for you and me
As I slowly departed from inside of Church that day
I received a blessing and looked at life in a brand new way
Written for Brian's Contest
A smile that is innocent as a newborn babe
One look at her will brighten your day
Young and spirited like a mare's new colt
She's such a joy to cuddle and hold
Her hair is like cotton, gently spun
This tiny Angel is a precious one
Her eyes of blue like the sky above
So kind and gentle and full of love
Her skin so soft and pale in color
Her beauty is rare, like no other
She has this way of making you giggle
Tickle her toes and she'll laugh and wiggle
Sometime's she's quiet and a little shy
But give her time, she'll come alive
She's fragile and delicate like a rose
She touches a heart everywhere she goes
She's like and Angel from Heaven above
A Tiny Angel so full of love
Copyright © 2004 Shari E Davis
Stop right there before you die,
I throw away the knife and cry.
Living hurts too much I don't want to live.
I can no longer forget or forgive.
No! This has become out of hand.
The knife is now banned.
Please save me.
Don't be deaf to my plea.
Don't let me do it.
Hold my hand and guide me through it.
who loves ya baby
hmmm now let me see
I know my mommy did
even though her shoes I did hid
I think my daddy did
when I didn't make him snid
brothers and sisters well maybe just a little
when I didn't get in the middle
my grandpa and grandma surely does
for I'll do anything for them just because
I know my little girl loves her momma
even better than president Obama
my dogs and cats loves me
even if they continue to make me sneeze
even my close friends new and old still spark the love
for we will alway's go on and well above
paperboy surely does
cause I tip him for keeping my paper out of bushes and shrubs
milkman used to
when I didn't make him shu
bill collectors oh yes
for I'm their baby who they love the best
so who loves me
well lets just continue to see
Tribute To Love
Also Entry For
Who Love's Ya Baby Contest
I was so sad I was about to cry
When she appeared in the corner of my eye
Being carried gracefully by the wind
I believe she wanted to be my friend
She had rainbow wings and big brown eyes
Like silver dollars floating in the sky
There was a reason that I was so sad
I’d lost the most beautiful thing I had
It was more precious than anything
For I’d lost my diamond ring
I had my ring since I was four
But now at 5 I have my ring no more
Dad and I backtracked my steps nice and slow
Searching for my ring both high and low
When the butterfly came floating down
Landing on my ring lying on the ground
I ran and got my ring up off the ground
Right here on my finger it can be found
I thanked Mrs. Butterfly with a smile and a tear
Waving goodbye as she disappeared
Into a rainbow that crossed the sky
My magic ring finding rainbow butterfly
Written by my daughter Michaela and I
I have a feeling inside
Something i shall not hide
A feeling that is fiiled with love
Like the sweet soft wing of a dove
Gotta go down to Heaven's Jublee store
To buy a speical gift for the one I adore
Doesn't matter if it's big or small
She won't care at all
Just as long it comes from me
I know she'll be totaly happy
Jenny is her name
So I have to think of something insane
Maybe a doll
Or some kind of ball
I know it's gotta be pink
Or she'll think it will stink
She loves the moon and stars
And how they twinkle from the galaxe so far
So maybe something glittery
For someone else to come see
Awe there you are
Hiding under barbies car
Aw shucks only one left
Someone could call this a theft
A bargin deal on this star shaped pillow
To rest her little head under our wheeping willow
Now to give it a name
Not to name it would be such a shame
So I'll call it my little princess of the stars
Because it fits her boldness by far
As snowflakes form into crystalline beds
Santa dresses up in his suit so red
Reindeer restless to come out of their stall
Christmas is the most wonderful night of them all
All across the world it's so beautiful to see
People taking the time to fill others hearts with glee
Somewhere high above the clouds in a special place
God and Son sit on their throne a smile upon their face
The reason they are smiling is it warms their heart to see
Love and cheer is everywhere that it could possibly be
Somewhere in a little town nestled nicely away
A worried man looks at the bills he knows he must pay
As his daughter points at the advertisement on t.v.
Excitedly asking of her dad, "Will Santa bring that for me"
Suddenly he hears more mail land in the box
With a thud that hits his heart like a thousand locks
As he shuffles through the bills that day he runs across a card
So he stops and opens it right there in the yard
The thing about this card that made the odds so slim
This man had absolutely no idea who sent it to him
It said,"We know times are tough and what your going through"
"So we placed $500 in this card and sent it off to you"
He searched the envelope and card but there was no name at all
He reckons that makes this wonderful gift the greatest gift of all
He talks it over with his wife and they give half away
To help the local shelter feed the hungry on Christmas day
As we scurry about these days in an awful fuss
I believe up in heaven the Lord is smiling down on us
Because he knows on Christmas day that most all humanity
Takes the time to stop and say, "Lord we give thanks to thee"
Totally fictional poem but the message is one that
needs be heard. In every town across our nation
hungry families will file into the many shelters
hoping to get them and their children a hot meal
and possibly a single gift. If everyone who could
afford to give a dollar would no one would be
turned away - Merry Christmas
An open street, an empty night, a slight hum of the wind.
Yet darling is cluttered, and jumbled, and feeling fractured deep within.
The eyes gaze with a smile but turn away with a frown
Such an eloquent style as the pedals fall down.
The dance of the piano, and the hand on your cheek.
Such an eerie cold whisper as your hearts feeling bleak
The air fragranced green and gold and the darling off course.
The water is uncalm and the smile is forced.
The skin changes shades and the warm turns to raw.
This most horrifying scene was the darlings last straw.
The tuberose and lillys create a mood ever sweet.
The tires stop turning but darling cant move her feet.
The crowd starts to murmur uneasy and wait for her face.
Its just so topsy turvy she needs out of this place.
She stands for an hour holding red rose in hand.
She throws it in after him, but does not understand.
She feels angels and demons climbing straight up her back.
For a spot on her shoulder and for vision in black.
She screams and she smiles no one knows how she feels.
Poor darling's a mystery but her story is real.
You'd never know it if you saw her, her rays shining bright.
But deep down sweet sweet darling, she has never been alright.
The true love of your heart
Now where shall I start
Mine comes for ones that are lost in storms
Or for children who heart's thats been ripped and torn
One may even say I had opened many doors
To let the homeless sleep on maple floors
Or they may say you were the one to spare a dime
But have commited no other such crimes
Then theres another that may say just get out of their way
And you reply with only have such a lovely day
For there shall be no love of another
Like your love you held for my passed sister and brothers
And that heart that was sewen unto you
Was woven by God's holy hands of skew
So the true love of your heart
Is what brought me here from the very start
Tribute To My Jenny Rose
Mama Loves You Peanut
Also Entry For Michael Jorden's
Inside The Heart Contest
My blessed heart
Where shall I start
I thank my dear Lord
For being my mighty sword
For fighting these demons within
Who try to make me faulter or sin
I thank the Heavenly angels above
For bringing me someone new to love
I thank family and friends
For showing me how to fight till the end
I feel blessed for the air I breath
Even if it tends to make me sneeze
I feel blessed to watch my child grow
For she still loves the way I kiss her fingers and toes
So when I'm feeling so down and blue
I recant back to things of being so brand new
So thanks to others whom I pass on these blessings
For the Lord will alway's do his own testing
Oh my child, what is that smell?
Its your diaper, again, yes, I can tell!
I frantically look for a place to hide!
As you grin at me and enjoy the ride.
A child this cute can smell this bad?!
I love you, child, you best be glad!
I would hide, forever, if I could!
Instead, I change it, like a mother should.
The sound of your voice, the feel of your touch
Since day one on Earth, She’s loved you so much.
As a baby she would cry… And I’d cry too,
Who did I call? No one but you.
You were always there to help me out,
And to show me what being a Mommy was all about.
When in your arms she was always content,
It was at that point I knew that Nana’s were God sent!
As I’ve learned to be a Mom, you’ve walked by my side
Helping me, teaching me, glowing with pride.
I’ll never forget Kaelynn’s first day of school,
We helped her get ready, trying to play it cool.
She walked out the door, she was ready to go
And how my heart felt, only You could know.
“You told me to smile, stop all that crying…
There’s really no point in all that sighing.”
“Today will probably be the first of many,
Days of heartbreak, you’ll have plenty.”
It was you that taught me, that it could be tuff…
It’s not always easy, and it could get rough.
But as long as you’re here, we’ll have each other.
I’ll always know the true love of a mother.
Happy Mother's Day to the most wonderful and deserving Mom I know.
She was a bundle of fear walking down the street
With the memory of yesterday sill fresh in her feet
She remembers her Mother begging her one day
Sweetheart, Please don't let the life carry you away
The whole world awaited so she took a chance
Lost so deeply in the fire of his cold romance
Tonight you'll find her back out on the street
Somebody's daughter is now somebody's meat
Turning tricks for a fix a simple solution
Filling her soul up with pollution
Sometimes in the life miracles are found
As somebody's daughter walks through the town
After walking all night she was tired and sore
As somebody's daughter knocks on the door
Her dad opens the door with the biggest of grins
Wraps her up in his arms and welcomes her in
He promised her later they would talk for awhile
As he tucks her to bed with a big smile
He looked at his baby with a tear in his eye
Went back to his room and proceeded to get high
See for her daddies habit she had to hoe
Thats what addiction does to the soul
Next day she found him dead in his room
Right there beside him, his needle and spoon
Her mother took her home the very next day
No more of her soul will she have to pay
Trading death for freedom a simple solution
As hell gets offered a little more pollution
© 2007 Michael Jordan
All Rights Reserved
Butterflies and flowers danced
to the happy humming of the breeze;
Even the bumblebee, busy as can be,
bounced around so beautifully
To the merry-making, swaying green
grass by the bubbling brook;
Here they seemed to savor the sweetness
of the serene and the simple;
All these are treasured now
in the childhood of my memory;
No longer do I see such butterflies,
flowers, brook and bee,
Yet the humming, dancing and bouncing
go on when you're with mom and me.
My vice and addiction is not with bookies
But my money’s spent on Girl Scout cookies.
My daughter she sells them and gives me a wink
For she knows I will buy them before I could blink
The shortbreads, the caramels, the cinnamon swirls
The supporters of my addiction are these little girls
So precious at birth tender and pure
For an aging heart they are the cure
My oldest daughter Sarah Jho
Is such a blessing to my soul
Brutally honest in what she has to say
A wonderful mother in every way
She gave us Joshua my first grandson
What a marvelous thing she has done
Together her and Justin walk through this life
Together forever husband and wife
These days that seems an impossible task
It seems everyone wears some sort of mask
But these two kids were made for each other
He is a good father and her a good mother
I wrote this poem so they would know
They are a blessing to my heart and soul
I went to Green Key beach
with you behind my eyes,
your daughter had a silver net
to fill with my surprise
Twenty years slipped through
the holes with seaweed and
of broken hearted memories
but still I feel the swells
of thirsty tides that rose and fell
with all our hopes and dreams
your daughter sings our song so well
and she knows what it means
Once I was an artist
I painted in the sky,
the rainbows and the sunsets
but they never seemed to dry.
Once I was a poet I wrote
in chalky hues,
I wrote of love and raindrops
in purples,reds and blues
Once I was a player
I strode from town to town
singing songs and acting
we traveled all around.
Now my soul is empty
there's nothing more to do
and I have nothing left to leave ,
no heritage for you.
If you are ever feeling blue
Just need someone to talk to
Call me up, don't delay
Say can I see you today
If you are ever feeling ill
I will help to chase the chill
Hold you in my arms so near
Until you get better, my dear
If you are ever in a bind
No money can you find
You know I'll help you out
On that you can count
If you are ever sent to jail
I'll be there to pay your bail
Hire a lawyer and stand by
Wipe your tears if you cry
I'll always be here for you
So no matter what you do
On your mother, you can depend
Because I am your bestest friend
Slap black diamonds on her wrist
rubies on her floor
she has everything she needs
not working anymore.
she don't need your daily dose
of hard won beggars' love,
she ain't crawlin anymore
her push ain't come to shove
Her Daddy really did come through
and left her all he had
even if it was in death
he turned out not so bad.