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She Calls Me Home

She Calls Me Home…

At days long end
Left on troubles shore
When I just know
I can't take anymore
When the last light
Of hope is gone

She calls me home
She calls me home

When my thoughts
Are racing round
And I can't find
A friend in this town
When every door
Has turned out wrong

She calls me home
She calls me home

She calls me home
To her embrace
Wipes the tears
From my tortured face

Calms my soul
Til the demons are gone
And with her sweet voice
She calls me home

When the dark
Won't give up light
When the wrong
Outscores the right
When the noise
Outdoes the song

She calls me home
She calls me home

When the clouds
Won't seem to break
And the sky
Just seems to ache
And the sun's
Completely gone

She calls me home
She calls me home

She calls me home
To her embrace
Wipes the tears
From my tortured face

Calms my soul
Til the demons are gone
And with her sweet voice
She calls me home

Copyright © James Burns | Year Posted 2012

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MOTHERS ARE

                                Mothers are love you can never replace,
                        from the day you were born they have that embrace.

                                Mothers are someone you can always turn to,
                        when ever you are in trouble and don't know what to do.

                                Mothers are our healers all the times that we are ill,
                             it is just how Mother's are,always have and always will.

                                Mothers are guardian angels who guide us through life,
                                      they are gifts to our Father's to be a loving wife.

                                Mothers are special and are made just for you,
                        always beside you when you need help to get through.

                                Mothers are people who will always be around,
                       she may not be your blood,but a Mother is common ground.

                                          MOTHERS ARE PRECIOUS PEOPLE
Dedicated to PD:)

                                                      Colleen Marie Bono
                                                           July 1, 2013

Copyright © Colleen Bono | Year Posted 2013

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Teenage Mutant * Ninja Turtles!!

TEEN AGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES!!

One day I came home with the flu.
My mother gave me a bowl of stew

All I can say is that the stew was thick like goo.
I still ate it thinking it was chicken stew.
 
Saturday morning I woke up watching Winnie The Pooh.
Mother made me a sandwich that was hard to chew

In the kitchen I saw 2 strange looking shells
Once I saw them I started getting dizzy spells

Eating turtle soup with out having a clue.
Made my face turn green and blue.

Walked into the living room.
My stomach still felt kind of doom.

My mother was watching the tube and singing along
Singing along to the,"Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles" song!

          NOW THAT WAS WRONG!!!!!!
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              TWO TURTLE DOVES

During Christmas, I always go hunting in the woods
I set out traps to catch me some goods

I caught two turtle in my first trap
Poor little things where full of crap.

I was singing "On the first day of Christmas" on my way back.
All I could think of was my Two Turtle (Doves), snack!

I took them inside and dipped them in water
They had no idea they where soon to be slaughter 

My dad told me that turtle soup hits the right spot.
Silly turtles where already in the boiling pot

Looking at the pot one  turtles was swimming around
I can't believe in the hot water he didn't even drown

I had to pull him out, and set him on the rebound.
I'll just cook him on my second round.

I am ready to eat my turtle stew.
Praising this soup with an mm mm thank you!

DARN!! Salt and Pepper was the main thing I forgot
Realizing napkins was the only thing I bought 

I put the napkins on my lap.
I was about to have me some turtle snap.

I started singing my favorite Christmas song.
Suddenly the "Two Turtle Dove" part did not belong.

Singing softly to my favorite line
Eating the stew didn't feel fine.

""On The Second day of Christmas
CCCCCCCCCCCCCChrrriiissstamms

MMMMMMMMMMMy  TRUE LOVVVVEE
Gave to me TWO TURTLE DOVVVVEE

With out having the jolly to sing along.
I had to put the stew to a side and be strong.

     (now)  THAT WAS WRONG!!!!!


((( HAVING FUN WITH MY OWN TURTLE CONTEST )))

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2010

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Always and Forever Happy Mother's Day

A gentle caring feeling grows with age 
always precious heart of gold each and every year 

Sings in your love undying devotion holds Heaven on wings 
golden treasure the sun shining deep warmness 

An angel inside a breath of unconditional kindness 
within my mothers voice loving you true forever one song rings

Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2015

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Mother Nature Cries

Mother Nature Cries

Mother Nature cries now her deep tears of true sadness,
For all the years of Man’s sad shame and utter madness.

Man has brought this lovely lady quite often to tears,
By his poor and pathetic care of our Earth over the years.  

Mother Nature’s been with Man now it seems forever,
And he does nothing at all and always tells her never!

Man’s climate sins are so tragic and always most telling,
And all he does is bitch and moan, and keeps on yelling!

Man’s span of existence is short in our Earth’s long life, 
And all he’s done is corrupt, pollute and caused her strife! 
 
Mother Nature cries at this sad tragedy Man has thus wrought;
She knows his life on Earth may be short, and learn he’ll Not! 

Mother Nature will adapt and evolve over time with no problem,
And she knows Man’s adaptability to change may be a problem.

Perhaps Man will learn this sad lesson here before all is too late,
And seek climate harmony in all he does and make positive his Fate!

Mother Nature cries—yet this can change with Man’s redemption,
If Man becomes Earth’s Good Steward and lives by God’s direction!
 
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved - May 3, 2015
(Rhymed Couplet)

*Originally completed for my new book on February 12, 2015.

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2015

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That Silly Old Hat Of Yours

Oh, how could I ever be bored?
When I had such interesting chores.

I had to paint our bedroom door,
Then mop the grand, speckled floor.

Walked quickly down to the shore,
And dug hidden clams with the oar.

Made a tasty clam-supper for four,
Then into their big bowls I poured.

Knowing, they would yell for more,
Prompting my tender voice to roar -

All gone, there's more at the store!
Or take a lantern to search the shore.

However, they cost more at the store,
But not a penny, to dig with the oar.

Oh, I'm sure you will not get bored,
Performing such an interesting chore.

For soon in bed, I will sweetly snore,
With a sound much louder than yours.

Last night the paint actually, tore,
From the ceiling and door, it poured.

And that is why, I happily wore,
That Silly Old Hat Of Yours.

Copyright © Carol B Tyre | Year Posted 2007

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Mothers love

Mothers always have a special scent that our senses find so pleasant. In her presence my mind is always at ease, all is calm like a sweet Jasmine breeze. After all these years, her eyes still glow, take me to a place only her son would know. Her smile brings harmony to my heart, while her sad tears, tear me apart. Her hands have become fragile with age, tired from holding on, as storms would rage. Many have loved, but with time they left, but without your love, life is bereft. Through childhood you sang sweet lullabies with vibrant rainbows and butterflies. When you leave who will sing to me, how difficult life is going to be. All the sacrifices made in your life, never prevented your love being rife. When the world judged and brought me down, you smiled and told me never to frown. An unconditional love, so true, mother, I will be lost without you.
27 March 2016

Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2016

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I LIKE JAM ON MY LAMB - FOR CONTEST

Quote used "I do not like green eggs and ham. I do not like them, Sam-I-Am.” Dr. Seuss, Green Eggs and Ham My mum says I’ve got to eat all my greens They’ll help me grow strong, guess l know what she means But why green eggs and ham, I just want to eat jam For I like to eat jam whenever I can Jam on potatoes, oh that’s simply delish I spoon it on carrots and it covers my fish I eat jam for breakfast and always on dinner Mum says I’ll get fat and I need to be thinner Why does mum always think that she’s right I need to eat jam morning, noon and night! Every night time I kneel by my bed and pray I thank God for letting me eat jam every day But why won’t he listen for he knows I don’t like greens I’d put them in firework and blow them to smithereens Sadly mum disagrees and still gives me green food It makes me all grumpy and puts me in a mood But I eat them all up as I don’t want to fight I still tell mum I love her every single night Jan Allison 7th August 2015 Contest – Dr Seuss Quote Prompt Sponsor Casarah Nance

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015

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IT'S THE THOUGHT THAT COUNTS

My abiding memory of 2015 is of events that are so sad With my father’s death, it’s the worst year I’ve ever had It has been the most challenging year for me But with amazing support I remain pretty happy I don’t want to dwell on events that have past My memories of the year 2015 will always last I want to leave the year on a humourous note With a true tale of a gift that didn’t get my vote! Mum and I went out to a local church fete It’s very well attended and the raffle is great We perused all the stalls and brought a few things I got some lemon cake and some brand new earrings The raffle stall bulged with wonderful prizes With boxes that ranged in all shapes and sizes One pretty white gift box really caught my eye Four ‘Dior’ perfume miniatures for a lady to try We brought some tickets then sat and drank tea I said to mum, I’ve seen just the prize for me The raffle got drawn and mum’s ticket was pulled out I collected the prize of Dior perfume without a doubt Mum told me I could have it as a Christmas gift I was overjoyed and it gave my heart a huge lift The gift box was placed under our little tree Its pretty gold ribbon was there for all to see I didn’t open the box on Christmas Day Until Boxing Day the pretty box did stay We were going out to friends later that night I thought my new perfume would be just right Taking the pretty white box from under the tree I pondered which scent would be perfect for me Upon lifting the lid of the perfume box I returned to the school of hard knocks To my consternation and my deep chagrin There was a void where the perfume once had been An empty box was my only present from my mum My gift is that I still have mum, so my poem is done. This is a true story - someone had put an empty box as a raffle prize! Contest: My abiding Memory Sponsor: Viv Wigley 9th January 2016

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016

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Mum

Mum

A siren of Oogahs! fills her ears,
But  cream of smile and care splotch her face,
Tells you the love tutelage she has for years,
Cuddling and snuggling  is me little thing,
As she wraps me and embrace me,
In endless full love string,
Onomatopoeic sirens of my helpless cry,
To you might be clear bother,
To her is a call in notification,
To attend to me like an open door,
Mama is greatest being ever lived to cherish,
Never shall i let her joy to perish,
Thank you mum.

Copyright © Sabion Osore | Year Posted 2015

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Marble in Columns on Green

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

Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2010

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Nightmare of a Beautiful Dream

I dreamt my mother mourned a broken doll,
porcelain, sad brown eyes, and five feet tall.

Entombed it in the finest place she could,
a cottage encircled by sunlit wood.

She danced a silent waltz with it, keening,
encouraging life in the wretched thing.

And it mended as she was worn away.
She did not hear when warned of her decay.

I was left a pristine porcelain doll,
and a broken mother in its enthrall.

Copyright © Brittany Reynolds | Year Posted 2012

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Just One More Day

 Just One More Day

One more day, mother, but not with you so sick;
We would walk your fragrant garden and flowers pick. 

Make some jasmine tea and just sit and talk,
Oh sweet mother, you are still my anchor and my rock.

I would tell you of my day and you would also,
In life, this deep sorrow and pain, I must sadly swallow.

Oh sweet mother, you are still my anchor and my rock,
One day, it will be me who on that golden gate will knock.

I'll be seeing you, was the music playing that sad day,
And in my heart and soul, that song will always play and stay.

I would tell you stories and we would laugh also,
In life, this deep sorrow and pain, I must sadly swallow.

My grief is deep and forever but full of sweet beauty,
I sat by your bed waiting for your death, with love not duty.

_______________________
December 2, 2015

Couplet

Submitted to the contest, Any Couplet You Wish,
sponsor, Laura Loo

First Place

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Submitted to the contest, Just One More Day,
sponsor, Laura Urbaniak

Second Place

Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2015

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INSECURE

I am too sensitive, to which I strive to change
I want the love of others, and I crave it in exchange.

Sometimes, I think I'm there, but much to my dismay.
There I go again wondering what they think and say.

Many hours I sit inside myself and over think.
There are things I need to do, and I can't afford to sink.

I try to word things right, but they seem to come out wrong.
This impoverished mind set has to end; it's been going on too long.

I'm digging deep inside myself to find out where this came.
I know the answer, but it's hard for me to place such blame.

I'm a product of abuse that stems from childhood, this is true.
Still I accept she didn't guide my hand to do the things I do.

God, I pray to you right now, to help me to forgive.
Please help my Mother realize there is a better way to live.

Copyright © Astrid Ivy Gibbs | Year Posted 2008

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To Mom

 
Mom, I am coming to visit you, I picked a red rose fresh with dew. The bus ride mother is hours long, Miles to go and I hum your song. I'll be seeing you was playing, Mom, I ended your suffering. Now, I am walking a long road, Unplug her! How my tears flowed. At your tomb, I fall to my knees, Mom, I miss you- forgive me please. ____________________________ April 23, 2016 Couplet For the contest, To Mom sponsor, Francine Roberts

Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2016

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Mother's Wisdom

We nurture them within our bodies, birth them in a blinding pain,
suckle them on breasts so swollen, till we think we’ll go insane.

We kiss away each painful boo-boo, bandage each and every wound,
show them that in spite of roundness, peas can stay upon their spoons.

We intercept their nostril’s flowing, be it green or white as snow,
wiping gently ever hoping, for the day they’d learn to blow.

We give to them each ounce of wisdom, try to teach them everything,
suddenly, for unknown reasons, screw it up and give them wings.

We mourn a bit, those cherished moments, when on us they did depend,
days when we were super heroes, possessing wisdom without end.

We watch the journey proudly knowing, as they soar into the light,
Mother’s wisdom, though not perfect, lends the wind that gives them flight.

Copyright © Shelly Berkeley | Year Posted 2007

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Why Mother, Why Must I Sleep

Why mother, why must I sleep?
I promise to be nice, I promise not to weep. 
All I want is to see the world with my eyes,
To hear people say their "hellos" and "goodbyes",
To drink water and to eat bread,
To rest only when I go to bed, 
To help you with work and speak as I can,
To talk to women and smile at men,
To smell restaurant plates when lunch fills the air
but knowing that you still give me my share.

No my sweet daughter, slumber you must.
So I get my bread, and you your crust.
Dream of tomorrow with nonexistent sorrow,
Where the country you live you don't borrow.
Not to war, not to terror.
Where justice is not an error.
There's nothing in this world to see,
Dream of somebody else for you to be.
Now hush, don't nag, I need to beg.
Keep still or my chest will sag.
Your sleepy face will make them condole
so the portion promised me will be whole.
Drink this sweet milk, it has good flavor.
It will put you in your best behavior.
Don't judge me wrong, my present is gone.
But I hope this will change in days to come. 


[War refugees in Lebanon often resort to begging for a living. Many begging mothers drug their babies in order to evoke pity from passers-by. It is far from me to judge their actions. I wrote this rather as eye-opener. The war in Syria is not over yet. The current generation is lost. But there's hope for the future.] 

Copyright © Timoteo Neves | Year Posted 2016

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Beyond The Gates

Behind these gates lay quite the scene
So very surreal, yet not a dream

Beautiful headstones, manicured lawns
My God the memories this place spawns 

The winding road, first turn to the right
Back to the beginning of my plight

Stopping next to the second trail
My heart and head pound like hell

On the left eleven headstones away
Like a movie my memory starts to play

People gathered from all around
My mother knew everyone in town

At the time I was still unable to speak
My shattered psyche was far too weak

I stood there broken and full of fear
Ashamed I could shed not a single tear

Ashamed I could speak not a single word
Inside my head so many voices heard

What did those voices have too say
That’s another story for another day

Those gates now hold so many I love
Everyone I once held above

Last time I entered them I was 32
Even though those gates hold all of you

Next month I’ll go back and explain why
Tell my mother the reason I couldn’t cry

Apologize to her for being broken
Leave flowers, a poem, and my N.A. token

That way she will know without any doubt
What her little boy ended up being all about

That her little boy is not broken anymore
Overcoming adversity is what adversity is for

And one day when I’ve completed my fate
I’ll be looking for her, “Beyond the Gate”


The Shafter, California cemetery holds my mother, Grandparents, my cousin James and many
close friends. The last time I visited them was approx. 18 years ago. It’s very strange
that I received, “Beyond the Gates” as my topic, because; I’ve been planning this trip for
months now. If not for that fact I would have most likely written this poem about prison
gates. I reckon all things happen for a reason. Thank you Constance writing this poem has
given me strength to help me do what I plan to do. Go make amends to the person who gave
me life and taught me the things, which stuck with me through it all. My Grandparents
never lost hope in me and always said, "One day Mikey will remember the things we taught
him and return to the Lord." I think they will be proud of the man who comes to visit them
next month.




Copyright © Michael Jordan | Year Posted 2010

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Sharing with My Mother

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.

Copyright © Misheel Chuluun | Year Posted 2012

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My Mother In Law

My Mother In Law

Was a view appearing to be panoramic
Of me while I was laying in my hammock
And for my ugliness there was no cure
Much more then anyone could endure

Instead of being on welfare or relief
Living beyond budget was our belief
She even wanted to knock me flat
Because I had said she was so fat.

Was really someone to talk about
And she was a complete knockout
Would often wear me to a frazzle
With her playing all razzle dazzle.

Why would she want to marry me
I am ugly like sin as you can be
What she had was real will power
When she saw me in the shower.

Is anything possible on this earth?
To me might increase my worth
What was done with much glee
They tried to nail me to a tree.

Finally a thought to me did occur
For sure there was no one uglier
So decided this was the last straw
Said I looked like my mother in law.

James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Pathetic Poet

Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2016

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Eyes of Mother Nature

Not just the sky itself they are every ocean and stream
Windows of beauty fringed in verdant shades of green.

Look deeply, in there, for rainbows, flowers and rain
Not a trace of sadness shows for things that cause her pain.

Content within her powers of evergreen renewal 
Her eyes so often soft are secret, mystic jewels.

Resplendant, they reflect bright fires of sunset hues
So much she gives us, yet we never pay the dues.

These eyes- so beautiful, we her children fill with hurt
Beware, the day will come, her precious gaze she will avert.

Suzanne Delaney

Eyes- Visual 2
6/13 15
20 lines

I wrote this and then realized it was supposed to be 20 words not lines so had the withdraw it 'Nette.  Thank for the inspiration anyhow.  You Rock




Copyright © Suzanne Delaney | Year Posted 2015

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My Mother

My mother takes me to different places
and laughs at all my silly faces.

She runs me a nice warm bath
and helps me with my math.

My mother makes me healthy snacks to eat
and sometimes let's me have a treat.

She takes care of me when I'm hurt 
and cleans me up when I'm covered in dirt.

My mother talks to me about all the dangers
and reminds me not to talk to strangers.

She tells me not to lie
and wipes my tears when I cry.

My mother always brushes my hair
and teaches me how to share.

She claps for me when I'm right
and comforts me in the night.

My mother is 5 feet, 4 inches tall
and she is the best mother of all!


by Ana Espinola Collins

I wrote this poem for children years ago....I thought today was the perfect day to share it with everyone!

Copyright © Ana Espinola Collins | Year Posted 2014

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THE HOUSEWIFE'S LAMENT

It's not easy to live with every day problems,
Especially when someone expects you to solve them,

The minute that trouble has raised up it's head,
And balance the budget and make home made bread;

And making and keeping appointments and errands,
While setting a shining example as parents.

Sometimes I just wish I could go back to bed,
And dream a sweet dream and wake up instead,

To find I can take a day off to relax,
Perhaps read a book and not feel so taxed;

'Cause the house work will be there tomorrow for sure,
And I don't have to worry, my job is secure.

Who'd want all the worry I have all the time?
It's no bed of roses, no sweet dream sublime;

For I am a homemaker, nanny and nurse;
The one they all turn to for better or worse.

This is my castle and I am it's queen,
And I wouldn't trade it for anything.



(It's the most thankless job in the world --- or is it.)

Copyright © Judy Ball | Year Posted 2012

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Twenty Five

Creative inspiration
Mixed with gas price inflation
Voluntary solitude
Welcomed ingratitude
Served the homeless in Manila
Then become a homeless college student
And mother in America
Racial discrimination justified
As manager proclaimed Black Girl
Unqualified
Gave Jesus his eviction note
While her abusive ex she couldn’t
Wait to promote
Self-employment had to end
As her car became uncooperative
Wrote poems and created soliloquies
Since the voice in her mind
Had to be freed
Degree hanging on the wall
While debt remained stacked 10 feet tall
Apathy knocked on the front door
While shame and disgust waxed the floor
Dreams of the American family
Burst into flames
Along with the hope of wisdom, wealth, and fame

Copyright © Monique McDowell | Year Posted 2008

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How The Memory Flows

Can you remember this feeling very much.
Hearing something in the kitchen making a fuss.
I can remember it so well, it's like yesterday.
Pots and pans wrattle, as I'm outside to play.
I would be playing in the dirt or kicking a beach ball.
Hearing mamma in the kitchen, hoping she'd call.
I know that she's cooking dinner in there.
I'm not sure what it is and I don't really care.
I am completely dirty from my head to my toes.
Is there dessert or ice cream, she only knows.
I can smell the cooking from the yard and all sides.
With realization I know it's sloppy joe and french fries.
How it was when I was young.
Freedom around the yard I could roam.
I loved my mamma and daddy for just being there.
I'd be nothing without them, no love or no care.

-No contest, just some things I was thinking.

Copyright © Donald Williams | Year Posted 2013

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Happy hands at work---

--Mother, wearing a red bandana around her hair...
    hummed "Oh, Susanna", while dish soap scented the air --

Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2011

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Where does the Time go

I feel as though time is slipping away,
And more is gone each passing day…

Copyright © Tirzah Conway | Year Posted 2012

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Daily Life

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!!!

Copyright © Mikayla Mitts | Year Posted 2014

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Mother

Mother

You are my rock, my foundation.
That solid place where I stand.

You are my anchor of hope that I cling
To in my world of shifting sand.

Entrenched in this war that I call my life
Where my mind is not my own.

You brought order to this chaos inside of me 
Where once a nightmare had grown.

Mother is her name, a sacred thing that we take for granted
Every single day.
Mother is her name, no matter the cost or sacrifice
For her children she will pay.

She’s seen loss and she’s seen sorrow
But this is her only care.

To lessen the burden that’s placed on her children
To take the cross they bare.

Mother of one, mother of billions
She feels the pain of every tear.

With the brush of her hand and a smile
She sets aside all of my fear.

I thank you for being that person you are,
That guiding light to me.

No one else has your place in my heart, 
you’re the beacon on the shore I see.

I open my eyes on a new day, and finally know 
Where I belong.

It’s just another blessing you’ve given me
As you taught me right from wrong

Copyright © Ryland Matthews | Year Posted 2010

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Things Should Have Been Different

You showed me you loved me, you showed me you cared, 
Touching moments we both did share.
I really wanted you to be so strong, 
I always hoped that you would do no wrong. 

But then you glanced at me with that evil stare,
Lashing out at me without a care. 
Like an executioner, you struck with all of your might, 
Trying to expunge all of your failures in life.   
  
I became a thing of ugliness and disgust in your view,
So the thick leather belt became your malevolent tool. 
I longed to go back to those tender moments we shared, 
But instead I hid in a corner, alone, ashamed and scared. 
  
I now know I did not deserve such days of torment, such days of fear, 
Things should have been different, our relationship more dear.
Today I am told I must forgive you, I must no longer fret, 
So now I forgive you, but I can never forget. 

Copyright © Ed Belcher | Year Posted 2015