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Details | Sonnet | |

A Special Needs Hero

Young and pretty, living a normal life
Suddenly her world would never be the same
Her lovely boy born with special needs
Her daily life now the toughest of games

She carries on with her head held high
Having a career, still being his mother
Constantly dealing with medical issues
Yet she would not change him for another

Nurses and doctors fill her daily life
Fighting for the services that he needs
Never one complaint does she voice
Knowing not where his path will lead

A special soul; accepting the hand dealt 
My admiration for this woman so deeply felt…..

I am privileged to be one of his nurses...I have never seen a stronger
more dedicated mother..

Details | Free verse | |

She Hulk

When I was a child I only ever wanted to be strong.
I wanted to be able to compete with the boys
and when I foot raced them at recess I won every time.
They called me ‘She Hulk’ because of my muscular frame
and from the way I only ever wore soccer t-shirts and sweat pants.
After that nickname was implanted into my brain like a growing weed,
I’ve only ever wanted to be feminine.
I started wearing skirts and dresses 
and in middle school they shrieked at the site of my makeup and done up hair.
But that weed inside of my mind only grew, and grew, and grew
until I became a mixed drink cocktail
with one part anorexic and two parts lonely,
because I thought that the definition of feminine began with the word frail.
No one ever realizes how greatly words affect us,
how a simple nickname can turn a pretty girl into a skeleton.
I stood at five foot two weighing seventy nine pounds,
so cold and frozen,
yet I still considered myself a ‘She Hulk.’
You could see my ribcage through my t-shirt
and my spinal cord protruded loudly through my weathered skin,
as if somehow my bones were dirty knives
just trying to cut through the flesh of judgment.
As I grew older I became the girl that was never enough.
Not good enough to speak poetry.
Not good enough to lay paint on a canvas.
Not good enough.
Not tall enough.
Not big enough boobs for them.
Not primped to perfection.
Not undeniably straight.
Not smart enough.
Not dumb enough.
Not ditsy enough.
Not cool enough or fun enough.
And I began to believe, too, that I wasn’t enough.
I never told my mother that I had been in madly in love with a girl.
I never told anyone about the night we first kissed 
because I was too vulnerable for the judgment.
And parents always justify saying that ‘kids will be kids’
But when we are kids our brains are still growing
and the smallest of seeds that get planted will one day bloom
into one giant regret,
will one day affect the choices that we make,
will one day influence us about the clothes that we wear,
will one day shape us into the person who we thought we would never be.
I only ever wanted to be strong,
and as a child I thought strength was only about being able
to lift a bar stool above your head.
I thought that strength was only about being able
to beat the boys in bare foot running races.
I was told that strength was something only
a man could have.
But as I’ve grown older I’ve realized that strength
isn’t about muscle at all,
but it’s about weakness,
and the ability to overcome the social anxiousness.
It’s about carrying around a lifetime of baggage
on your broken back
because the ones that kicked you when you were down
are going to be the ones that were  ultimately wrong.
I thought that the definition of woman 
began with the word disappointment.
And I became a mixed drink cocktail
with one part freedom
and two parts Sailor Jerry
because every girl needs a stiff drink once and awhile.
We are not disappointments.
We will never be the ones who gave up on hope.
We will never be the ones who gave up on each other,
or god,
or our mothers.
We will always be enough;
enough for the ones who shunned us 
enough for the ones that cursed us
enough for the ones the hurt us
and destroyed us
and beat us when we were covered in bruises.
But you see, bruises fade
and the scars of our flesh are only stories
things we have overcame
and there are things out there that we will overcome.
When I was a child, I only ever wanted to be strong.
I hid my vulnerability.
I hid the parts of me that were true.
I never told my mother about my girlfriend
because I was afraid she wouldn’t understand,
kind of like all those people who never understood 
just how much words effect us. 
I can’t say that I can beat the boys at foot races anymore,
because, well, I smoke cigarettes now.
And I can’t say that the nickname of my childhood didn’t affect me.
But I take that name now and embrace it.
Because I am strong.
I am the ‘she hulk’.
I am a mixed drink cocktail
with three parts greatful.

Details | Tanka | |


LOVE God is always love Forever seek the kingdom; Praise the creator Keep giving what you can give Please endure until the end ANGELS Beautiful Heavens Protecting the meek ones earth Watching over us Helping us to cope with life Comforted with hope and trust MUSIC When you find rhythm You find your hearts inner core Celebrate the times Make them better than before Reminisce and dance all night

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Sometimes I am happy, sometimes I am sad.
Sometime I sing, sometimes I stammer

Sometimes I dance on the music of my soul, Sometimes I dance on the fingers of 
one single person
Sometimes I expect so much from others; sometime I myself can’t meet my own 

Sometime I make fun of others and feel bad later, sometimes life makes fun of me 
and I smile
Sometime I win and sometimes I lose, sometimes I don’t even understand whether I 
won or lost.
Sometimes I laugh as if whole world is with me,
Sometimes I cry as if I am alone wandering in a strange land

Sometimes I give up so easily
Sometimes I work so hard that no one can stop me to achieve what I want

Sometimes I am dynamic person, who wants to change the world,
And sometimes I am a kid who expects anyone to embrace him tightly.

Sometimes I feel happy about the achievement of my enemy
Sometime I feel dejected with my own success.

Sometimes I help others and show them the right path
Sometimes I feel totally helpless and don’t know where to go

Sometimes I ask god to please give my past back
Sometimes I pray to show me the way forward

Life is composed of SOMETIMES and I just flow with that.
U admit or not but you are also sailing on the same boat.
So join me and enjoy it EVERYTIME as SOMETIMES life is very short!

Details | Sonnet | |

Eye of the Beholder

A child's beauty contest I watched in such awe;
  young girl in a wheelchair to her father, his all.
Escorting her on stage with such grace and pride;
 each so blessed to be at the others' side.

A fragile princess in a purple pageant dress;
 twirling her first in her chair then lifting her to his chest.
Their dance so inspiring; such an enchanting sight;
 so gently he lifted her high up to the sky.

Sparkling, bright eyes and the most beautiful smile;
 none deserving of a crown more than this precious child.
An imperfect body, viewed as a gift from above;
 her beauty matched only by a father's boundless love.

Beauty in my eyes is not found in perfection;
 but in acceptance, uniqueness, love and dedication.

June 29, 2014
Contest: Encore-anonymous positive new sonnet
Sponsor: Elly Wouterse

Details | Light Poetry | |

Fatherless Child

There once was a day I would watch every airplane.
Praying you was on it to come take me away.
As a child I wanted you around until the day, you actually came.
The day you came is the day my life forever changed.
I remember as if it was yesterday when you physically violated me.
Mental visions as early as the age of eight, but old enough to vociferate.
Visualizing mental pictures in my mind while I am awake very aware of the improper abuse I take.
Your body on me feels something like an autopsy of a dead body.
While you lay on top of me as you press aggressively on me.
Against my will your force kept me still.
I am trying to understand if you recognize who I am.
I try to say no hoping you can comprehend; I am weakling as you apprehend.
Mentally and physically I became involuntarily your property. 
A main character in a horror story, and you were my predatory.
I asked “God why?” as I bare to stare into his eyes.
This is not thee love I seek; all I wanted was my father to love me, but not like this injustice of violation of my rights.
This love is not real; not the love I wished to feel.
As he tries to stick his tongue into my mouth too young to know what this is all about.
I grip my lips painfully tight as he tries to slip his tongue inside.
I close them tighter with all my might, as he whispers, “let me love you right” 
I beg him to leave as he pried my legs open with his knees my insides scream “somebody please help me!”
As he whispers how much he loves me I’m praying for God to just kill me.
I rather be dead then a man’s punching bag.
As I lay there my body was dead, and I laid my soul to rest.
I looked around the room and seen the Old Spice on the desk the same fragrance he wore around his neck.
The sun began to rise as he began to close my thighs.
In that moment in time I had made up my mind any man that ever say they love me was just telling lies.
I learned the hard way that love does not kill your inside; love does not take your pride.
A fatherless child I shall forever reside.
Every day that passes that little eight-year-old girl dies slowly inside.
Asking Jesus,” Why permit this?” and he slowly whispers…as I gently whimpers, “faith is the light that guide you through the darkness, my words reflecting as a lamp unto my feet.”
“Walk unto my path I’m here to carry the weak, come into me you are weary and overburdened. I will carry the pain you have obtained.”
“I am your father and you are my child you are never fatherless because I’m always around.”

Details | Marsiya | |

I'm my Daddy Made Over

Dedicated to my Dad Jerry W. Niday 3/20/1952 - 6/18/2013

I am who I am because of him
He’s the reason for my son’s name
He gave me my courage & my strength
To stand tall even when standing wasn’t easy
Stand for the ones who can’t
To think and fend for myself
I’m my Daddy made over

Taught me to fight back 
To never back down
How to pick myself back up
When I’ve been knocked down
Fight for what I believe
I’m my Daddy made over

He gave me my stubbornness 
Gave me my pride
Gave me my temper
Taught me not to take crap
To speak my mind no matter who
Work for what I want
I’m my Daddy made over

How to keep my emotions in check
How to handle large amounts of pain
When in trouble he always had my back
He knew how my mind worked better than anyone
I got it from him
I’m my Daddy made over

Even though he’s gone
I’ll stand and continue on 
I may stumble I may fall 
May even get hurt along the way
But I’ll pick myself back up
I’ll dust myself off and stand tall
I’m honored and proud to say
I’m my Daddy made over

Sabrina Niday Hansel

Placed 1st in "Unsung Hero" 7/2014 contest
Also 3rd. in "Portrait of a Poet" 1/2014 

Details | Free verse | |

My Son Moon and Star

            My Son Moon and Star ~

        Approaching the celebration of his Birth 
                cherishing the gift I received 
           within weeks of conception I knew
            something amazing was in Creation ~

            the Stars held a party
            sending me with one of their own  
    Gazing at 3 shooting stars twinkling crossing the sky   
       It was magic  It was destiny taking its flight.  

           In love with an October full moon 
               drawing and painting I liked 
             thinking of Vincent Van Gogh ~
                caught in a loss of time 

          Hours going by as choosing my color  
           a wittness to three falling stars 
             A clear night sky sparkle's
           A once Famous Star was sent 
            inspiring the tiny child inside ~ 

           Never a doubt in my mind at all     
       child bearing was worth any pain received
      yours will be in a pursuit of a dream ~
             one to cherish and hold
          My Son was born the following August ~

    working on the set of Grimm 3rd season this year  
         as the set of Leverage for 3 years .

              Has done a Indie movie here  
             In Paris it was seen and honored
             coming soon filmed in Portland ~
                 "The House of Last Things "

        awaiting the credits , you will see
    1st Assistant Director ~ production assistant 
                 My Young Lion Mans dream ~
        A proud mom I watch every show and the credits 

        as foretold in a whisper to me 25 years ago
              My Son &  Moon and Star  
               A name you will all know ~

            Happy Birthday to my creative Son
             you will exist in my heart forever~
                        and thereafter               

Details | Free verse | |

The Song of the Christmas Snow

There is nothing with so much life as a Christmas snow
The crisp air is still as little dancing stars float to the earth
Strong old trees become burdened with drifts of white upon their bows
But seem honored to be dressed in such finery and appear almost to move
In fact, everything has come to life to watch the snowfall.
Then everything is quiet
There is a whisper in the air
It ripples through the trees
See the birds, they are the first to recognize the whisper
As the Masters of Chorus, the birds know it is a song
They sit as true musicians memorizing the lyrics and rhythm
So, the snow speaks, the voice is old, like it has sung this song many times
As the squirrels could tell you this is a lullaby, and they begin to search from their 
perches in the trees for the newborn
And life and love has never felt as strong as now
A horse in its pastures stomps his foot disturbed
Though he hears the song the birds do and the lullaby the squirrels hear, he, 
along with all of the worlds creatures, could swear he just heard a cry
The squirrels chatter with laughter, knowing they where right and the birds take 
up the snow-song to welcome the child they heard cry
And then they stop and the world is silent
The snow has stopped falling
The cry was only a memory from Christmas long past
The child, a child of time whose
 Voice comes with the Christmas snows,
To give every soul the chance to hear
The song of joy and love and beginning,
So it is never forgotten;
The song of the Christmas Snow

Details | Couplet | |


God's little children are precious,
They are gifts that God gives to us.

God will guide us to teach them to be sweet,
His word will help us to share, which is neat.

Jesus had experience as a small child,
He is an example to us, tame or wild.

Each child needs to see Jesus' love through us,
Through our witnessing, these children will trust.

Singing or saying a little prayer each day,
This will help little children to walk God's way.

Jesus' footprints are the way to the light,
We lead our children with all of our might.

God's pure and perfect love are what we need,
Leading a child is how we plant a seed.

Teaching our children to pray,
Helps them to know what to say.

They will learn to seek His wisdom and love,
These children will seek for strength from above.

Details | Couplet | |

Our Lords Plight

This poem covers the greatest story ever told
Greater than all the kings and all their gold
This story will bring about deep reflection
Starting with the Immaculate Conception
Of all the stories this is the greatest of all
A complex child born in a simple stall
Quickly the news covered the land
A virgin would be Gods right hand
Inside of her womb a God to a son
Imagine this story has just begun
Everyone knew this child was born to design
Just open your heart and look for the sign
 Harrod was driven by fear of not being so great
The first-born son was Harrods fate
Jesus escaped the King and awaited the call
To become the greatest glory of all
This is my master this is our Lord
He is the wielder and we are the sword
He chose his disciples of simple men
Hear tell one was straight out of the pen
The Pharisees called on Pilot the king
At the end he said, “I wash my hands of this thing”
I wonder if when Pilot stepped up to the gate
Jesus washed his hands to seal Pilots fate
Or if he opened his arms to welcome him in
Forgiving Pilot of all of his sins
We took our Lord then nailed him to the cross
As far as humanity that was our greatest loss
But through all the loss just look at the gain
Bought by our Lord through sacrifice and pain
Over 2000 years after this child was born
He came to the prison to make my heart warm
Gave me a gift then our Lord set me free
I reckon the rest would be up to me
As you dress up the tree and hang up the lights
Think of the story of our Lords plight

Details | Ballad | |

I am that I am

My savior was born a man,
He came from heaven, but a man is what he became.
Ordinary, fallen, vulnerable, weak, and confused.
He became all of this and more,
For he knew that only in the form of a servant,
Could he save the lost, and set the captives free.
But there came a time,
I tell you, there came a time,
When he rose up and claimed his former self,
And knew his nature,
I am that I am, He said.
I am that I am.
I was born a boy.
Ordinary, fallen, vulnerable, weak, and confused.
Almost worthy of the condemnation that this world has shamed upon me and 
Almost worthy of the epistemological inferiority, that the world complexly imputes 
to me,
I was born a boy,
Full of rage and anger, when they called me “boy” out of their own confusion.
But I came to a man, who is a God, but was a man,
And said, “Lord transform me, my God, transform me into what you will for me to 
And he showed me pain.
And he showed me sorrow.
But there came a time,
When I rose up, and claimed the impossible,
To be a child and man simultaneously,
I was born a boy,
But I came to a man, who is a God, but was a man,
And said, “Lord transform me, my God, transform me into what you will for me to 
And he showed me pain.
And he showed me sorrow.
But there came a time,
When I rose up, and claimed the impossible,
To be a child and man simultaneously,
And now I can look American hypocrisy in the face, and say “God Bless You”
And now I can look klu Klux klan firemen in the eye and say I love you.
Black, beautiful, strong, fearless, and resolute to endure,
Black, beautiful, strong, fearless, and resolute to right this world’s wrong and still 
retain my childlike disposition.
I am a man, I tell you.
And that is more than enough!
For once I strived to rise above, but now I seek to rise in love.
For once I strived to get revenge, but now I seek that hatred end.
And men and boys and women to, would claim the light of victory.
Not because of me, I see, but because of a man, who was a God.
And became fallen, vulnerable, weak, and feeble,
As I felt in a time of trial,
Not because of me, I see, but because of a man, who claimed his former self 
and rose to set me free.
And now, I am true.
Not perfect but a man nonetheless.
I was born a boy,
But I reached to the sky, and said, “God help me”
And now, I AM THAT I AM, I AM MAN!

Details | Romanticism | |

You Touched My Heart

Oh how sweet and beautiful are the words
that you say to me, they stick to my soul
like honey to a bee.  They move me,
they soothe me, they let me live, for
it is you that I need and my heart
I will give.

You touched me like I never have
felt before, you start my heart breathing
so fast until I can hardly let go.
I feel your words like sand on a beach
they are still in my head and will never
decease.  Your words are so brand
new and alive, for they are the only
thing that is helping me to survive.

You touched my heart like no other I have
known, the way in which you love me
I wil never do you no harm.  Your words
is like an ocean running free, all I want
them to do is pour all over me.

You touched my heart like a child playing
with a toy, he love it so much because
it brings him so much joy. That is how 
you touch my heart, giving and bringing
me so much joy, it makes me feel like
a child with his new toy.

You touched my heart every day of my
life, that is why I do not care about all
the sacrifice. I wil do everything to make
you happy just as long as I know I am
the apple of your eye and that you will
do or say nothing to make me

You touched my heart from this day
forward, there can never be another
you because you are what I need and
it is me for you and you for me that
is the only way it is going to be.
you touched my heart.

Details | Couplet | |


God has a plan,
And it is out of my hands.

Details | Haiku | |


Every heartbeat is bestowed upon,
Compassion embraces a child eternally
That uplifts a child’s soul in isolation in every way. 

Details | Senryu | |


Kids go down
The slide…they head toward the swings

Free time ends
Their parents want to go home
Frowns exchange 

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One self

Details | Rhyme | |

Train Up A Child

Train Up A Child “Train up a child in the way he should go, and when he is old he will not turn from it.” Prov 22:6 NIV Train up a child— To know the wisdom of God, So that when that child is older, They’ll have good habits to applaud. Your children need your guidance; They know not what is right; They also need a good example, So they can live upright. Train up a child in obedience, So self will not reign; Teach them to love others; From sharing not refrain. Read to your children; Teach them of God’s love, Show them from the scriptures— The promise of eternity above. How you train your child, Will mean life or death; Train your child for eternity— Far more precious than wealth. Teach patience and persistence; These traits aren’t natural, But are essential in life’s journey— To the life eternal. Train up a child— To see what the Lord says on a matter; Show them Christ as the advisor; Our provider and the Savior. Be considerate of your children— They are people too; Always love and cherish them, As your Father loves and cherishes you. Copyright © Maureen LeFanue 2010

Details | Personification | |

The Dream

By John Weaver

Whenever I dream of my little girl she runs and shouts and plays
Like all the other children in all their boisterous ways
I see her skip, I see her trip; I hear her laugh and cry
Then when she’s had her fun, home she’ll run and into my arms she’ll fly
With a great big hug and a teasing tug, she’ll cuddle me close and say
‘Daddy I love you heaps and heaps’ in her cheeky little way.

Whenever I dream of my little girl, she’s healthy, fit and well
With eyes alight and a smile so bright it’s really hard to tell
That my dream is a wish and a longing, a hope for something new
For her life to be one that is normal and able-bodied too.

But then I awake and I have to forsake my dream for what is true
That she cannot walk and she cannot talk like the other children do
That she cannot shout and skip about and cuddle me close and say
The things she desperately wants to, yet in her own special way…

Instead she talks to me with her eyes and reassures me with her smile
That all is well and I can tell that she’s happy all the while
Knowing that one day in some magical way, we’ll play together and scheme
And sing and shout and skip about…in an everlasting dream.

Details | Acrostic | |


Sense of humour, elevating our spirits
Musing over the simple things in life, rejoicing at what we find
Imagination stimulated, childlike, seeing the wonders in life
Light heartedness, laughing at one’s self!
Everything as it is meant to be, smiling, enjoying, the gift of life

Details | Free verse | |

Love Never Fades

There's a little history to this particular poem. I know I wrote it when I was 11 or 12 years old. I wrote it for my Grandma Dorabel, who is today 90 years old. I also wrote it for my uncle John who had been taking care of her at the time; I didn't want to leave him out so I put on the letter: For Grandma Dee and Uncle John! I wrote this short little poem along with a drawing of a cat and some flowers. However, I actually never sent the picture to her! My parents and I must have forgotten to send! To me that was unacceptable! I thought to myself today when I found the picture, I must send it now! The picture is now on its way to her, so I am happy she will at last receive it. 

---------------------------- You can send me a bouquet of flowers, You can order me a box of chocolates, You can buy me a fancy outfit, But flowers don't last, Chocolates eventually disappear, Outfits get out of style, Yet Love never fades, And it's the most precious gift of all

Details | Personification | |

Puzzle Piece

A puzzle piece you are to me 
Like a vine without any leaves. 
Your heart is pure your soul is 
Gold, the sweetest thing I'll 
ever hold! A miracle in my eyes 
it seemed, knowing they said 
no babies for me! Always a 
surprise you seem to be just 
like a puzzle piece! At 9 months 
you walked but not until 4 did 
you first talk! Always a terror 
making a beautiful mess always 
a surprise that has yet to be 
met! The twists and turns I 
know we will see will seem 
somewhat like a roller coaster 
to me! The milestones and 
special gifts you bring will make 
my life seem Like a dream, my 
special boy I have always said 
How special I knew not till 
Aspergers they said! The 
journey will be trying the 
journey will seem long! But 
with our family together we will 
chug along! My special boy I 
love you so and cannot wait to 
see you mature and grow! Now 
we have a goal we have our 
dream you see to make you the 
perfect fitting puzzle piece!! 

Written by: Christina Kirks 
McCullouch 04/05/2012 For 
Jonathan S McCullouch Jr 
Mommy loves you to eternity 
and beyond! Forever and 

Details | Free verse | |

Every Child Has a Dream... Every Child Wants to Be Loved...

Every Child Has a Dream…

They want to be a “grown up”…
They want to get married like mommy and daddy did…
Become a “mommy” or “daddy” as a young child would say…
Become a doctor, firefighter, or ballerina…
They want to be like mommy and daddy…
They want to marry their mommies or daddies…
Become the president…
Become older, (like their big sister or brother)…
They want to live and see the world!

Every Child Wants to Be Loved…

Not every child does…
Not every child has a mommy and daddy…
Every child wants love…
Every child deserves love…
Not every child gets love…
Not every child gets a chance to live the life they want…
Every child knows what love is….
Every child has someone out there that would love them…
Not every child knows there is someone that would give them the love they deserve…

Every child has dream… 
Every child wants to be loved… 

Details | Narrative | |


My friends and I had midnight hide and seek
One had to stand by a tree and not peek
In my state of hiding great I was hard to find
My friends decided to just be unkind
They all got together and decided to hunt me down
I first hid in the river near my house and almost drown
When they walk close by me I silently move through the grass
It was very hard to see, but I crawled a long time and almost ran out of gas
Then I heard one say that they were going up and wait by the tree
I had an idea that made a way to make them see
A shadow that ran in the distance thinking that would be
I had my horse pull a little manikin to make them think it was me
My friends took their flashlight and shined it toward it
I thought I had them but one thing was clear they did not fall for it not a bit
They all laugh and started to call out my name
They all asked how the heck did you have time to pull that trick that was so lame
I did not answer so they kept on looking for me, but I was so quick 
Some of my friends started to get really mad and tick
I was a master of doing weird things they all knew what I can do
The night was still young and the grass was collecting dew
I decided to make a distraction once again
To think of it, it would probably make the night end
My friends finally surrounded my tree house
I was quiet, so quiet, more than a mouse
I had some rope in the tree house to make my escape
To distract them I made a loud noise like an ape
The tree that my tree house was in was at least forty feet up
I had some stash in my tree house a drink or two in a cup
My final hour is about to end I did not want my friends to catch me till I got to the tree
I took the rope and tide it on a branch and pushed off and that was the key
I landed on the garage roof and sneaked my way to the tree
My friends knew me to well that they plan things before I could see
They had a fish net ready for me to step into
I thought that was kinda wise and some what like pew
The few feet by the tree there was two of my friends that was ready
Up in the tree they both jumped down and pulled me up in the net fast and steady
They thought they had won, the person had to tag me before I touch tree
She ended up having to get something to stand on to reach me
I swung my weight back and forth till I ended up touching and the game ended
My friends and I were so full of surprises and that is what the game handed

Details | I do not know? | |

Smile of a child

Smile of a child
So innocent; so fragile
So gullible; but who can blame them
Powerless; no sense of direction 
But filled with a seed of greatness

The smile of a child 
So comforting; so fulfilling 
Filled with strength
Fuelled with hope 

No trace of darkness 
It consumes every piece of it
It wins many hearts 
And conquers many minds

All they need is love 
All they need is warmth
A home and a sense of belonging 
Then you experience the wonder of every smile
                                                                                                1 November 2012

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A Mother's prayer for her daughter

I want my child to be like me, in every single way,
No, I want my child to enjoy her youth and scream and jump and play,
I want her to defend herself in walk, in talk, in stance,
 But I want her to defend herself without using her hands,
My child, I want her to be smart like me, so she can control her heart,
Let no man come and insult her intelligence and then take her apart, 
I want her to be strong and brave so she can face hard times,
But I don’t want her to be afraid to cry at any time,
I want my child, my only child to live a holy life,
Not wallow in incertitude until the day she dies,
Dear God, I know this is too much, but please just grant me this,
I want my child, my precious child to be the very best there is.

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A Woman's Worth

A Woman’s Worth
By Nate Spears

Her purpose in this world is hurting
She’s never been a designed of perfect
But she is a mom, so she’s super
She works
She cleans
Then roll up her sleeves ; and
Take care of the kids; and
The house 
Making it a home
For a beautiful family to roam
Building wonderful memories
Becoming a woman of worth
Keeping her faith through Christ
Keeping her pace through health
Keeping her sanity through managing
This is a woman’s worth 
I’m giving you

Despite of all the stress 
She receives her family with open arms
Through all the mess
She’s a fantastic mom
A wonderful woman 
Deserving a round of applause
Plus a standing ovation
For always being an American sensation
That held this continent down since day one
Since the Plymouth Rock landed on us
Thank you for her giving
Thank you for her living
Thank you for her children
This is ,
A woman’s worth.

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Behold The Moment

                                   Behold The Moment

                         Behold the moment,the future is here.
                         Our family is getting bigger every year.

                               The new child has arrived ,
                                    already loved by all.
                          Hold this special baby close to you,to
                              rock away the fears and kiss away
                                               the tears.

                        Take in every moment ,to share in the joy.
                               Let me shout from the hill tops so 
                      everyone knows, our new child has all ten toes.

                         As the years go by and each one grows,
                        There is a new experince to be had by all.
                      A play ,a big game or off to college they'll go.

                          As we let go and they are on their own.   
                              Never fret they'll soon be home.

                         Down the road ,each child will enlarge  the 
                               family with families of their own.

                                 Anne Rutherford
                                  Copyright 2008 
                             Treasured Baby Series.

                       For Great Granddaughter Tesla.

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Ode to my daughter on her birthday - 26

My Sarah
When I looked at you last week trying on your new boots
Those almond eyes sparkling at something new, a gift
I saw my little pink girl, a princess, playing dress up again
Your long hair draped your high cheekbones
Life still a game, tinged with drama and theatre 
As you look for fun in all your pursuits!
A player in life with a passion for cooking and music
You have become a kind, loyal, vivacious young woman
Self assured, grounded with a love of tradition
I looked at you and felt an overwhelming pride.

Sunday’s child is ' bonny, blithe, good and gay' they say
Befitting my Sabbath girl, a model child of few demands
Your bedroom a vast sea of Barbie and friends
A Passion for story-time and books
Your Dutch life with Irish sea-touched roots, 
You are a real continental
A great scholar with degrees in Law and Psychoanalysis
You have found your true love with Luis, a Spaniard
As you both prepare to leave the Emerald Isle
I wonder at the achievement of you!

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I hope

I'm 51 today.
51 tomorrow, yay
Was 51 yesterday.
52 is months away,
And yes I'm thankful.
Although it's not my real birthday,
It kinda is in a certain way.
I'm still alive another day.
I had the notion to celebrate.
And be thankful.
Though it's not a holiday. 
Thanksgiving has come and gone away,
I'm just alive today.
For that I'm thankful.
Honestly, I am not just trying to make these lines rhyme,
Or reflect upon the deep sublime.
I'm just grateful today to be alive.
I mean really thankful.
I'm not trying to wow you with philosophy,
Or impress you with theology.
It matters not at all to me.
I just feel thankful.
So tonight I take a walk outside,
I look up into the endless sky and then I breathe.
I breathe in deep,
And I say thank you.
And maybe not just to Who you think, 
Man let's throw in the kitchen sink,
And include all who've touched my life, to whom I'm thankful.
Some of you I'm glad you're gone,
Frankly you stayed a bit too long
And some you the grave stole far too soon,
And yet I'm still thankful.
Today the living and the dead
You've both been right up inside my head, 
And synergized this verbal thread.
For that I'm thankful.
I close my eyes and think of Tim, named David right there toward the end. 
I always smile when I think of him,
And now I listen
I heard a siren going by,
I wonder who and wonder why,
Was it a wreck, did someone die?
Yet still I listen.
Neighbors dogs are going wild.
Was that the laughter of a child.
Seems like I can hear for miles.
Still I listen.
I hear the hi-way roar of cars.
Tho I have never heard the stars
Is there really life on Mars?
Shhh brain please shut up and listen!
The soft night whispers in my ears.
Pressing through my random fears,
I stand amazed at what I hear.
And now I wonder.
I open up my eyes and see as I feel this winter breeze
The silhouette of leafless trees.
I stand in wonder
Then I wonder about the first man to ever be,
Or the first time he looked up to see
The Milky Way the galaxies.
Did he wonder?
I wonder what he did
How he loved how he lived.
If he ever lost a friend?
Man oh man I wonder.
Was he the first to dig a grave?
How it sounded if he prayed?
How he fought?
How he played?
If that man could see us all today,
What would he say I wonder?
In ways was he a lot like me?
Did he sometimes fear what he could not see?
Did he create unseen walls 
Of unbelief?
I stand and wonder.
Did he ever hurt the ones he loved?
Did life convince him not to trust?
I wonder.
My great grandfather lived
My DNA is shared with him.
I wonder how we are the same,
And I don't even know his name.
Still I wonder.
Will my great grand kids know my name?
Will it even matter who's to say?
Will they look up in wonder?
Will they listen?
Will they be thankful?
Not much I can leave to them
That would matter too much in the end.
I suppose the primal hope in man
Is the hope I hope lives on in them
I hope they wonder. About the universe.
I hope they listen. To life's unspoken verse.
I hope they're thankful. Even in midst of deepest hurts. 
I hope they're thankful.
I hope they listen.
I hope they wonder.
And no matter what life hands them,
I hope they hope.

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Final Adieu

Final Adieu

Let another sun set,
Let another flower wilt,
Let another autumn cast its gloom,
Let another tear role,
As ye part, and bid
The final adieu.

Suyash Saxena
St. Stephen’s college

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The Autumn Affect

There's something unspecific about the autumn nights
A certain shade of color that uplifts my inner child's eyes
Beside a cashmere moon Venus and Jupiter shine bright
Complimented by a sea of blinking infinite twilight
The scent of burning oak lingers in the air from home made fires
Reminiscent of a time when this man was just a child
Careless and so free to dream and any dream to live
Like feathers floating across a field carried by the wind
As a gentle breeze blows through the leaves shivering delightful gloom
Unlike flowers of springtime the disheveled autumn vibrance bloom
Leaves crackle beneath my feet along the skeleton tree path
Where I try to find my peace or a song to make me laugh
The air is so much crisper and also soothing when I breathe it in
Underneath a starry sky and brighter constellations of Heaven
Amidst the trail I pass a lovely couple holding hands
While their children run aside frolicking in a playful dance
An old man and his wife admire the view from a wooden bench 
With smiles on their face as if nostalgia is still their closest friend
Its these specific autumn affects that bring me sorrows and joy
Reminding me of all theses things Ive wanted as a man since I was a little boy 
Its times like these that I wish I wasn't always so alone
Because I would light an fire with my family and call it home

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When you don't know how many tomorrows you'll have, 
You tend to focus in the immediacy of today;
A homeless child just trying to survive.
Rummaging through dump rubbish every day.

Another afternoon in this hellish forsaken place, 
Ankle deep in garbage scavenging a dinner plan;
Feeling particularly weak and sick on my stomach, 
When a large group pulled up in two white vans.

The slide doors of these vans opened fast, 
And well dressed people jumped out in a hurry;
Honestly, I was glad that I wasn't too close, 
They were strangely awkward, I was worried.

The group spoke a different language, 
I think they were from The United States;
Most of them were snapping pictures, 
Which is something I do not appreciate.

They were drinking cold bottles of water, 
What I'd give just to have a taste;
I'd be happy with a half empty hot bottle, 
In this sewage minefield of trash and waste.

One of the strangers seemed different, 
There was something about his eyes;
He seemed to look right into my soul, 
As I stood there swatting away flies.

It's hard to describe what I was feeling, 
Although little time had actually passed;
There on that filthy hill I felt a bonding, 
I remember wanting this moment to last.

On his face I saw sadness and passion, 
He could tell I was a boy totally broken;
Existing day to day on this stench heap,
We were talking but no words were spoken.

Then someone in the group said something, 
And the group quickly boarded up to go;
Except for the one locked in on me, 
From the vans they shouted "Come on, Joe!"

He ran to the van.. and grabbed something, 
Then with sensed urgency he rushed over to me;
The kind stranger delivered two ice cold waters, 
His contagious smile was large and friendly.

As he turned to go I tapped him on his shoulder, 
He swung around I was shocked to see tears;
I felt a simple pure love from this angel,
Who from out of nowhere suddenly appears.

Walking back to the van he turned and waved, 
I took a long drink to salute.. no longer thirsty;
The rest of my life this moment sealed in time, 
For him as well, I think Joe will always remember me!

For Sheri's "Out Of Water" Contest
*He gave more than a Drink.. He gave Dignity! 

Narrative Poem 
From the city dump in Puarta Plata, Dominican Republic

Poet: Lyric Man

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Loading up the car, on a trip that’s not to far..
to Grand-mommy’s house!
We head up 75, it’s such a lovely drive..
to Grand-mommy’s house!
“Are we there yet?” “Almost, we’re getting really close”..
to Grand-mommy’s house!
On Francis Street we turn, sweet thoughts of past trips return..
at Grand-mommy’s house!

Feelings hard to hide, knowing the joy inside..
at Grand-mommy’s house!
The “I love greetings”, Ah, pressure and stress is fleeting..
at Grand-mommy’s house!
Warm hugs and kisses, from the Mr. and the Mrs..
at Grand-mommy’s house!
Place your bags in the back, time to enjoy a dinner snack..
at Grand-mommy’s house!
Pork sandwiches and tea, something special just for me..
at Grand-mommy’s house!
Sweat aroma fills the air, to the sunroom.. pick your chair..
at Grand-mommy’s house!

Talks from the past, wonderful memories that last..
at Grand-mommy’s house!
Funny stories are told, wow, it never gets old..
at Grand-mommy’s house!
Wisdom to teach, in a way that’s always in reach..
at Grand-mommy’s house!
Kindness and care, so much affection to share..
at Grand-mommy’s house!

When you’ve had to much to eat, you’ll still want a treat..
at Grand-mommy’s house!
Chocolate cake and pie, you’ll want both.. don’t lie..
at Grand-mommy’s house!
To the bathroom to wash your face, so many hearts, lips, love, and lace..
at Grand-mommy’s house!
You’ll wash both your hands, by the light of the lipstick stand..
at Grand-mommy’s house!

So much more to say, and many games to play..
at Grand-mommy’s house! 
The Weather Channel’s on mute, Granddaddy thinks we’re cute..
at Grand-mommy’s house!
It’s getting kind of late, time with the cousins has been great..
 at Grand-mommy’s house!
When you’re feeling beat, head to the second den for some sleep..
at Grand-mommy’s house!

At midmorning we awake, there’s no schedule on the slate..
at Grand-mommy’s house!
Smell those biscuits piping hot, oh.. we like them a lot..
at Grand-mommy’s house!
Come into the kitchen, to see all that Grand-mommy’s fixin’..
at Grand-mommy’s house!
She’s wrapped in Granddaddy’s arms, there’s so much love and charm..
at Grand-mommy’s house!

Warm hands to hold, you’re always treated like gold..
at Grand-mommy’s house!
Love, faith, and trust, spoiling grandkids is a must..
at Grand-mommy’s house!
You’ve helped us all to see, just how good life can be..
at Grand-mommy’s house!
My Grandparent’s endless love, is a gift from God above..
at Grand-mommy’s house!

Written from my child's perspective of their longing to go to Grand Mommy's house which for me will always be, "Home Sweet Home!"

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The Little Prince of Our House

Our excitement to have you in our life
That you deserve a regal retreat inside our house
This once dark room spruced up with chic bedroom

With soaring peaked ceiling overlooking your bedroom
The wall with trompe l’oeil effect that’s how you furbished our life
Fixed window overlooking vast vistas of the modern house

Dark mahogany furniture lined up inside the house
A forest-green bed crown to lay down on your bedroom
In vibrant hues, you have transformed our life

How blessed our life that within our house, we built a bedroom for our little prince

February 15, 2013

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Infinity and beyond

Deserve the world my child,my son
If I could give, with heart I'd run
Pray instead, I must for you
Placed many tools to get you through
Life ahead unknown my son

So much I wish, your dreams ignite
Strive for all, please shine that light
Become the man I know you'll be 
But please for you and not just me
Dig deep inside with every might

Strive for all thats due, you'll see
Deserving much from world, not me
Kindness, compassion, intelligence too
Owning these gifts, build confidence in you
By example, trust, live life for thee

Accept these words I give from me
My child, a man will come to be

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Death Aug. 04, 2011
What is death but a journey of the unknown? This one word brings the bravest most intelligent of human kind to their knees. Fear fills the heart as one begins to wonder, what if?
Watching those nearing death experience things of the unknown only they can see and hear brings more questions. At times reaching for things we can’t see or talking with those unseen by us. Yelling no, I don’t want to or you can’t take me! Others smile and seem to be at peace while many others are just unresponsive.
If you watch children and ask them questions when in the room of a dying loved one; answers come that might surprise or even shock some. A child was told by a physician he was such a good boy and so quiet while everyone visited his sick grandma. The boy while coloring told the physician the beautiful angels around grandma’s bed asked me to color quietly so everyone could see grandma one last time before she leaves with them. Surprised by his answer they all just looked at one another. Then the little boy said, “Bye grandma”. He said, “See grandma is leaving with the angels.” Getting up to check the patient the physician found she had just passed away!
Why was the child able to see what no one else could see or hear? Is it the innocents and not having learned to disbelieve? Why are some so afraid in the face of death? I watch others filled with faith, which is at peace and ready to go. Others say nothing at all and show no expression. Some say they are ready and then panic and will do anything not to die begging you to help them!
Death is the unknown journey we wonder about and watch as loved ones experience it. What will we do if death finds us? Are angels surrounding you and singing songs of comfort? What sort of things will be waiting for you when you take your finale breath? 
Death is not meant to be feared, as they lay waiting to pass; comforted by an experience only shared by a few on lookers from time to time; beautiful angels and amazing colors have been described. At times sounds so wonderful yet nothing like anything ever heard before are talked about. Things children say are always the most beautiful and short. Children speak as if we surely see and hear the same things as them for how could we not? At no time are these children ever afraid! Death was filled with beauty and angels took care of their loved one as they left peacefully together never looking back!
                                                                              Debbie Knapp.

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God bless little angels brought unto me,
Watch over them beneath heavens grace.
My first of seven blessings most precious gift,
Treasures hearts keepsakes.
Number one the oldest, my rocker baby,
Dancing away with musics sweet lullaby.
The lyrical light of brilliance’s, a shinning note,
That strums across grandma's heart strings.
The second child is a testament to patience,
No instructions came with this wonder
Or warning labels tattooed upon her backside.
But she has the eyes of an angel and lord knows,
She try's my beliefs but I'll never give up the fight .
I love my problem child just the same.
The third times the charms, she is that for sure,
With brown eyes and a kewpie doll with dark curls.
Our grand daughter bubbles, whom can light up the
Darkest moment with just a simple smile.
The fourth grace is he, full of strength and daring,
A future NFL first draft pick this is my little RJ,
Patton had his tank and believe you me, Me maw
Has hers.
Diamonds are the hardest stones known to man,
But this boy sparkles with a shine more valuable,
Then gold.
Fifth in line is wisdom and charm, explorations
Future astronaut.
With curiosities wondering eye, but ahead of
The pack in any game of life.
My youngest grand son Issac his name means,
Laughter and joy and in this it is so true.
Tiny but mighty is my little Bella,
With dark raven hair, she has her fathers eyes,
And mommy's brave spirit.
She'll take on the world someday.
And win by all hands clapping her on,
Me Maw's future Mrs. America.
Seven was born on grandma's birthday,
A special gift given unto me is my darling,
Who knows what the future will hold for thee,
But seven has always been my lucky number,
So sky's the limit with this the youngest blessing,
In my life.

1.  The blessings gift is music.
2. The second blessings gift mischief and curiosity.
3.  The third blessings gift beauty's sweet smile
4. The four blessings gift strength and endurance.
5.  The fifth blessings gift wisdom and charm. 
6.  The sixth blessings gift is a brave spirit.
7. The seventh blessings gift is lucks true fortune.
And when you add up all my many blessing,
What does a grandmother receive a full heart,
Hugs and kisses at bedtime.
Good night my little angels and sleep tight.
I'll re-sight my many blessings in my prayers, 
Tonight as I lay myself asleep and dream of thee.


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With This New Day

I have lived, 
And felt the cost, 
Paid my dues, 
But I have lost_ You. 

 Still I pray, 
As chaos looms, 
And as my blue turns into grey, 
I hear__ 
The angels sing- In tune. 

 Don't be giving in, 
Don't give up my son, 
Or fade away, 
Lift your chin with the sun__ And rise, 
With this new day!. 

 I have lived, 
And felt the cost of all my wonderin ways, 
I've paid my dues, 
I - Have lost you. 

 I can hear the angels sing, 
Your in a mistaken land__ Lessons learned in truth, 
As the grey seeks out the blue, 
She will__ Your daughter my son--- 
She will return--- To You.

For I have lived, 
Felt the cost of all my walkin days, 
I've paid my dues, 
I- Lost you....

I wont be giving in, 
Won't give up my girl, 
Or fade away, 
I'll lift my chin with the sun--- 
And RISE-- 
With this new day...

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My Best Friend

My best friend
Is your best friend too!
He died for me;
He died for you!

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The Unseen Miles

Yeah I can get so hyped up with life so high I'm so freaking verbally drunk like a psycho,
 Mind so wrong nothing in my vocabulary at that time in my mind can get right though,
 A piece of this hate cake in this corrupt dictionary I'm going to have to take a bite though,
 Whether the answer is written in hell yeah or heck no, 
Im going to shoot through your deer less body like a scoped out rifle, 
You just another liar if you say my words aint make your mind shake and awake with a stifle,
 Im shooting sideways, up, down, so much I get high low, 
I could be telling true lies when you see my fake gun ridden smiles, 
I might just shoot self in head because Im getting a little too suicidal, 
Im in need of God because I keep skipping planned revivals, 
Im reading the rhyme master Shakespeare I aint reading the Bible, 
Im playing with word bullets shiny as a burning star struggling for simple survival,
 I want people to tell the truth but cant help but keep telling themselves lies though,
 Hiidden demons in the book of lifes closet dont tell me how it is because I know,
 I too onced played with life like a toy plastic as Tyco, 
Im going to stand out in this world like the tower of Eifel, 
Im going to bring out all my freaking hidden poetic files, 
Im putting word ryhme puzzles together like floor tiles 
Im going to do it now not later gator or after while crocodile, 
I got little time in life left on the sun dial, 
I got but few years or even months left before I face my ultimate trial, 
But first Im going to have some fun into the night sun until I get riled, 
But family comes first I must start to think of my own seed, my very own child, 
I got to stop the ways of living stupid like Im out of hand so wild, 
I must drink from the fountain of life like the Egyptians do from the Nile, 
Pull my own way out this ****ing trash, this bull *****pile, 
I got to stay strong in the mean time because everything in life takes a little while,
 Sometimes I dont give a **** about nobody because it feels as if I have nothing to live for, but now I got a child I would die for
 So now I must keep living because if I die I know I would leave behind a child behind that I would cry for,
 I must walk that road less traveled like a car breaking down on the open road still trying to idle,
 Walking amongst greats is going to be my own personal hypo, 
I will walk strong in the days that I die in my last UNSEEN MILES......

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Hostile Times II

Hostile Times II
By Nate Spears

Busted love is my Crystal Ball's fortune
My heart hurts in a torturing way
Nothing ever works in my favor
Standing still 
I lower my head and pray 
Confessing to God 
All I have to give

A 16 year old rebellious daughter
A 13 year old son that’s dead
My father is in prison; so is the one of my two kids
Is this really a way of living?
I didn’t have a choice from the days beginning
Anything different
Would have a given me a chance
at living

Walls of barriers bearing on us 
On this earth we stand
Refusing to let go of this curse
If no bill is signed by Congress
My unemployment runs out next Thursday 
Now I contemplate what’s next?
Sex dollars or Creflo's Dollars?
Be an honest woman; or
Be a fool that’s starving?
When pushed to the limit
All governors are discarded.

Hostile Times rains upon us
Other nations joins the honors
The Elite makes me vomit
There’s plenty of resources among us
God have mercy and let it trickle down on us
Rather than become degrading
In this pew 
I choose prayer
Becoming Sunday Mornings best
Washing away my pains that become abreast; with my chest
Bringing in a new day, 
A today, 
For a better way
In these hostile times we live in.

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The Best Gifts

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

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Malala Yousafzai

Malala Yousafzai,
a Pakistani school girl,
was shot in the head
because she wanted an education.
A cowardly brain dead camel humping
moronic rat bastard raghead nazi shot her
for that reason and that reason alone,
she is a female and she wanted
to obtain a decent education
and have a bright future in this
turbulent world in which we live.
Malala lived and is well on her way
to becoming a brilliant young spokeswoman
for the equality of opportunity for
girls and women all over the world.
I pray for her safety and continued success.
And may every warped brainless raghead nazi’s
sorry worthless soul burn in Hell for all eternity.

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I am the face of misery
My life, a dissonance of autumn and spring,
The years are written in the same
Lugubrious, nostalgic grey
How can it be the author to blame?
I cannot scream this all away…
Burn nor Bleed this all away…
To Death I am Ordained

Lacuna ever growing
With Velvet sheets of life flowing
Aeons apart of my "royalty"
Under the mask the cannot see...
Can you dispel this tragedy:
Antigone - Epiphany failing

If it must be…
Then just kill me,
(Antigone) sing me out of reality;
I wear this dissonant crown of shame
(Antigone) Of a kingdom's disdain
I hate to be this way... normalcy's bane
(Antigone) Here comes the edict, to blame
The sordid child of Thebes,
This is me,

No words of hope
No words of hate
Do I have Lenore to send to me:
The sordid child of Thebes
Caught In the longest nightmare
life - the slowest way to die

I know this is my life 
But I'm not under control
under the mask the will see
Just Another Human

If it must be…
Then just kill me,
(Antigone) sing me out of reality;
I wear this dissonant crown of shame
(Antigone) Of a kingdom's disdain
I hate to be this way... normalcy's bane
(Antigone) Here comes the edict, to blame
The sordid child of Thebes,
This is me,

If it must be…
Then just kill me,
(Antigone) sing me out of reality;
I wear this dissonant crown of shame
(Antigone) Of a kingdom's disdain
I hate to be this way... normalcy's bane
(Antigone) Here comes the edict, to blame
The sordid child of Thebes,
This is me,

Can you dispel my life; this tragedy?
Can you control the storm in my mind?
I'm asking you: can you rid me
Of The Curse of Antigone?

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Last Night I Dreamt

Last night I dreamt, said Dragon, that both, my Mama and my Dad, did live.
They were the most ferocious, and famous Dragons, which have ever lived.
If that is true… Why aren’t they here? When I need them, oh, so much?
Why did they have to go away? Why aren’t they here for me to touch?

Why do I only have them, at night? Why at dawn, do they fly away?
And why do they say, to listen to everything, you and Grandpa Troll say?
If I am fierce and fight you all, will they come back here, to be with me?
Why’d they say to listen to you guys, when you want me to be nice, and cuddly?

This wasn't easy to explain: But basically: all must pay for their crimes, as they abide.
And though the people did not like them at first, to be kind the Dragons never tried.
They quickly became public enemy number one, for never did they consider to share.
They decided that: to be mean and fierce, would get them all, to be found, anywhere.

In the end, all they did hoard, or not left unscathed, sealed their fate, my young love.
In the end they realized, everything they’d done was wrong, and couldn't be undone.
In the end they were hunted… by the very same ones… they attacked, with abound.
They had made it impossible, to co-exist with the people… that multiplied all around.

The people even made sacrifices, to appease their angry hunts, to try, to bring peace.
Never did they stop to think or believe, that they could live together, and must cease.
So they brought on famine to the people everywhere, while they feasted in their lair.
But eventually, they grew hungry, too, as they striped the land and it grew, slowly bare.

All other dragons went to the icy blue North, to escape, their soon to come, end.
Your parents realized for you to survive, on Grandpa Troll, they must finally depend.
So Grandpa Troll sought long and hard, to find you the perfect home, in which to grow.
It was my heart, which I spread all around, that caught his attention, he let me know.

The moral to this story is: that you get that which, you choose to give.
Always honor life, in all its forms, and you will always find that… Life is great to live.

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Coming From Where I'm From

Coming from where I’m from
By Nate Spears
Published 2013 in “Death OF A Rose” By Nate Spears

Coming from where I’m from
Every day is a battle to survive 
War is in session 
Right before our eyes

Each day we battle lessons
Just to be in the running for blessings
Coming from where I’m from
We move rapidly on missions

The dead is alive with every walk of the lifeless 
Limited income withholds wealth
The living is near death
Spirits are stripped of guilt

Coming from where I’m from
Deprived wealth
Creates bad health 
In occurrence to this 
Good feelings are killed

The worst gets exposed 
As times get worse
Financial situations become a disaster
No man on earth can rehearse
The world is broken
Hunger brings harm
Coming from where I’m from
Dictatorship is not fond

The environment brings the need to shoot
These activities loosens the roots
We’re grounded by values as thin as a pin
We lose ourselves at falling rates like bowling pens

No free passes
Prisons filled in masses
Separated by classes
Coming from where I’m from.

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My Story Telling Can You Trust Me

Gun fire all around, bombs going off in the distance
It was some of the angry mobs and resistance
Father was the king of SafeHaven a small kingdom
Like all other kingdoms it fell in random
Fire started in the castle
And along with it came a battle

It was a distance memory now because the child has now grew
Many things in this child that made memories stew
My name is Mastrey, a young orphan who was there that night
Mastrey saw her in the distance and her father and mother in his sight
Everyone was loud that night and made all the children hide
But that evening Mastrey saw her mother and father die

She ran into the bushes in such a fright
And evil doers were running around with flashlights
Mastrey remember it as he distracted them 
Her eyes was so confused with problems
Mastrey new that it was because of what just occurred
His feelings of what those people did was not awkward

The distraction worked, he went back to were she was
Hiding and very scared she was, he asked her, can you trust me just because?
Her answer that night depended on her lively hood
As Mastrey was their with his hand reaching out to her as he stood
Pulling her up from the ground he looked into her eyes that were SeaBlue
Mastrey had made a life long friend and love, She knew it was true

Next: My Story Telling,  Who is this Princess

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Far more precious than silver and gold So much of HIS story left untold We have wandered on a trail left by man Instead of walking the road of the I AM Always struggling to find our self Instead of allowing Jesus to indwell Then being the person Father wants us to be Jesus said come follow ME For I AM the Way the Truth and the Light I Am your Gate I Am your Light There is no other path to our Fathers heart That’s what HE planned right from the start That is why Jesus came to show us the way So that we would get there and there we would stay Where HE stands waiting for me and you Do you see HIM you? Over the years man has placed many false trails So on him we would focus and all that entailed But all that is finished it is at an end Father says come to me child I AM your friend I want you and your heart completely you see Wont you come child come child to me????

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Lifting Me Up

My heart is on Your shoulders,
And You are lifting me up.
With every spoken tender gesture,
I fall a little farther in love.

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Will We Know Him

Will We Know Him?

Will we know Him if He stood in front of us?
If He walked by us on the street?
Will we know Him?
If we have a chance to meet Him in our  lifetime?
In that split second that we meet Him?
Our eyes met for the first time?
Will we know Him?
Yes reading the moment we stood side by side?
Our smiles are very clear
Our heart jumps around
Yes we do know Him?
That look, and that feeling
When we know we've found our home
Yes we do know Him
Yes we know what to say to Him
As we walk away together
Yes we know Him as He knows us His children
We are finally together

Rev. Samuel Mack, OMS
Copyright 2013

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The Puzzle

I don't have all the pieces together;
This puzzle is just too much,
But God already has it figured out
As He is solving this from above.

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The were the three Magi with mantels and beards, traveling
on strong camels as far as Bethlehem and having 
seen a wondrous star, they began their long journey 
by bringing precious gifts, but they warned Joseph and Mary 
of Herod's malicious they fled to Egypt
on a donkey that never complain of a sore hip! 

They believed in the Savior as Herod himself full of pride,
and being very wise, they never returned
to tell him what kind of child they had found! 
They brought their gifts and knelt at a child
whose fate as foretold was to die for us all,
and he gladly accepted them hearing His Father's call!

Not having heard from the Wise Men who had lied to Him, 
Herod sent his soldiers to kill all children under three: screams terrorized Bethlehem;
no, they weren't moved by their mother's painful cry
and shedding their innocent blood they revenged that lie!
O mothers of Bethlehem, Jesus knew that they were slaughtered because of Him!
O mothers of Bethlehem, you wept and moaned as they bled as a sacrificial lamb!

They believed in the Savior from what they had read,
and wanted to see for themselves the glorious event that Daniel spoken of:
the brightest star shining over Bethlehem as angels sang, 
announcing Christ's birth in a small town groping on a hill of citrus and clove!

Written on December 16, 2012

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Fallen Victim

I have fallen victim so many times
To nobody's fault except only mine.
I will ask for forgiveness and have faith,
Even though I feel like I am not saved.

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Evil struck at school for her that day… A beautiful child, wise beyond her years Its aim- to silence her voice and put her away To end the good work she is called to do there Before that day the world had not heard Of Malala, only fourteen years old of Pakistan The local Taliban threatened but she never feared Her faith in God is strong and on that she would stand When the world first heard of the tragic story I wrote the poem “Taliban” and prayed with others We realized she was special, and did give God glory Today she’s alive! With a message- to love one another More Priceless is this jewel than any that Pakistan has seen It's the children like Malala who will build a better tomorrow Girls’ right to an education is her wish to obtain As untold health and wealth waits to replace her country’s sorrow ~*~

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You Got the Juice Now

After all of those times, they don't understand.

The devil in them just wanna kill you man.

Cypress Hill was right. The devil won't let,

Go. He always fights an unfair fight. Because

A child of God got the juice now. He walks,

In the spirit realm and has this protective,

Film stronger than the deteriorated ozone,

Layer. The devil is a fake wannabe player.

He'll pistol whip you, and you'll get up, and,

Fight more, you'll open the door and bullets,

Fly at you and you dodge all of them dude.

That fake punk devil will run away and cry,

And say that crazy fool didn't die. What's,

Up with him? We'll ,you got the juice now.

You study the Word of God. You are  just,

Odd. You know his game. You were on my,

Team. He's wondering:

Why can't I get him back to being,

A fiend? Why can't I get him back to selling,

Dope? Why can't I get him back to thinking,

He has no hope? Why can't I get him back,

Into kissing butts of  folks? What?

What? This dude is crazy. He's making,

Me tired and lazy. I had that juice. Man,

I used to be the head man under God,

But I just had to be Him. That dude got,

Power. This is some of the things that,

The devil will say to you when you when,

You live the life that's true. He'll be sad,

And blue. All you have to do is continue,

To walk in the spirit, and your very presence,

He'll fear it. Read the Word of God,

And apply it. You got the juice now.

You a child of God. You got the juice,

Even when you may fall short, the devil

Will be out of sort. You will play him out

Like a sport. YOU GOT THE JUICE NOW.




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moments to reflect

As I look up into the night sky, oh what a beautiful sight the stars shining so bright. I think about my Lord and my heart swells and fills with so much joy that the Father of all created such wonders in the heavens above.
This cause me to reflect upon my existence on this earth, why was I given birth, what is my purpose on this earth? These questions laid profoundly on my mind and brought tear to my eyes.
I got down on my knees and ask my Lord please explain it to me. From my heart came pouring out all of my thoughts along with all of my doubts.
To my lord I did say, what is it that you want from me for I do the things that I do not want to do, and the things that I want to do, I cannot seem to do, why am I such a fool?
What is wrong seems so right and doing what is right is so hard for me to do, am hurting so deep within all I want is this pain to end.
My life is filled with so many ups and down I cannot keep my feet on solid ground. I feel like am on a rollercoaster and it headed straight to hell.
Then as the tears began to fall and my heart started to break all of a sudden I felt this warm embraces I have never in life expedited such love, such comfort and suddenly all my pain was gone and I heard the angels singing a wonderful song and in my mind eye I could see my Lord and savior sitting on His throne.
He smile and said to me , life is worth livening this is why it was given trails and tribulation are just part of the deal and I know that this is a bitter pill .
It in your nature to sin my child but this you can end if you walk in the light and let me come in.
My yoke is easy and I make your burdens light so just ask me to forgive you of your sins for with me in your comer this fight you will win then you will be heaven bound... The guide if you decide to be at my side is written in my living words.
Read them and heed them and satan will frown and you will no longer be hell bound.
Then the Lord said to me , I tell you this my little lamb,  I Am, I Am and I came into this world a long time ago. My Father sent me to earth to show His child the way. I became a living sacrifice and paid a debt that was not mine. So that you might find your way home and be by my side. Rejoice; rejoice all is not lost,
If you think that the star in the heavens are a wonderful sight; you now see what {I see when I created thee. My love has no boundaries it all for the asking if you put your faith in me. Trust me with all of your heart and in this you will find the ultimate peace of mind. Bless you my little lamb your time was well spent praying to upon your knees. The seed has been planted and I will harvest the crops and separate the wheat from the weeds and cast them they into the lake of fire where them will suffer for all eternity 													

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A little child

 A little child is my master
 I'm met by him to my nature

 He does not worry his past
 He does not care to future

 Smiles dance on his face
 In the joy and serious case

 He is hurt he forgets
 He lives in joy with bless

 He teaches me a holy lesson
 I can live happy in the tension

 An elder does not know love
 A child knows he is above

 I started respect the children
 He shows me a way of heaven

 We are wise but we get zero
 He loves us he is a hero

 I get a child when I meet
 I feel I'm child it's sweet

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Dreams Of Fallen Idols (An Unpublished Thank You and Ode To Walt Whitman)Pt2

The answer has been my motivation,
keeping me awake through the night,
keeping me in love with my passion,
the language of my forefathers,
The answer has been given, inspiring
those before and after his own words,
Yet it rests clear as day in one
of Uncle Walt's most prized pieces,

The answer is my reason for choosing 
to be any and all that I am,
The answer is the most beautiful
phrase known to my amateur ears,
The answer, I say, as he comforts me,
as I begin to tear up from his guidance,
"To contribute a verse"
"To contribute a verse!"

I answer proudly to  my most revered teacher,
And as if new sight has been given to me,
wiping eyes, I make a promise to my fallen idols,
Saying with the fury of fire in my follicles
"To contribute a verse, and by a child's love,
a man's honor, a student's respect, and a writer's creed,
I intend to...I must...
I shall...I promise..."

With new confidence I am child and man,
With new hope I am afraid and fearless
A child of my ancestors, a man of my word,
Afraid of failure, yet fearless on my journey,
An impossible journey that ends at death,
For death decides if my promise is protected,
Waking to see the world as a blank page, 
I will blindly find my way to immortality,

Not for glory, not for honor,
Not for praise, nor for fame,
Merely for a promise to yesterday,
and a responsibility to tomorrow,
With hope, I walk toward the unknown,
unafraid of the outcome of my travels,
With intentions of contributing a verse,
and  more importantly, finding myself ,
within my own words...

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Enjoy This Place

Follow your dreams and follow your heart;
God has shown you the path to start.
Never give up and always have faith;
Do what you love and enjoy this place!

Details | Ballad | |

Missing Children

When children are taken from your life,
It is very devastating in so many ways to us all,
Some people say it is your fault,
To have the problems you have,
You have caused the distruction,
Of your own family in so many ways,
And you need to start making your own,
Correct choices in life to straighten things out,
For maybe then your children will,
Return back to you at your home where they belong,
For you to love and watch them grow,
So take things day by day,
And try to correct the steps you have made,
To where you can complete each task there is,
To bring your precious children back home,
To where they belong for you to love and charish them,
As a mother and father should,
Holding them each day they need you,
So you never get forgotten,
Each and every day of their wonderful lives.

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Just like Dr. KIng I too have a dream
I have a dream that one day children of all ages and colors will receive a better 
Where they will one day have a better life after graduation
These students will hold their heads up high whether they become the next 
lawyer or doctor in the world
By stepping up to say I am now a man or woman, no longer a boy or girl
I have a dream that every child will go to school and put forth effort in all their work
So that they will not need or want for anything, a life full of happiness rather than 
These students will sit in that chair or that desk and take in everything that's 
being said
Taking in knowledge rather than putting foolishness in their heads
In this dream children will be able to thank teachers for everything they know
College is where we should further our education, so its college we shall go
I have a dream that students will not go home to parents and lie about what 
they've earned 
But go home to parents and show them exactly what it is they've learned
Children of all ages will realize that its best to attend school
Instead of sitting at home doing nothing with time,smoking drugs which is not 
very cool
I have a dream that we all will come together and help each other succeed
A place where we will be able to thank us and not you and me
I have a dream that no child will be left behind in grades
They will be able to thank teachers for the education they gave
A dream where students will work extra hard
Knowing that later on in life we all will play a major part
This dream will live across the nation as if its the last words to be heard
Because an education is not something that should be kicked to the curve
Students will not play when their teacher is trying to teach
Because not much  can be understood this way even if you are sitting in your seat
In this dream everyone will be all that they can be
Whether it comes from nursing in the hospital or on the streets
If my words can matter like Dr. Martin Luther KIng
Then guess what, I TOO HAVE A DREAM

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Captcha WHA6

When I was only five
Heard mommy always's say
Angel  keep being naughty and you won't make it to

Entry for Adam Hapworth's
Captcha Acrostic Contest
G.L. All

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In My Mirror

In this mirror, you can hear the child in a tall grass field and running wild The timothy grass hides this boy from view Your watching, and wondering, is that you Too few summers, with many lessons to learn from earth, deer, trout, eagle and fern As student's we gain and strengthen our voice for the path we follow in life, is our choice Take joy in this journey but, leave no track If Mother Earth cries, then you can't go back I see in this mirror, that the child has grown a man,now stands strong, to hunt on his own As he ventures through this forest of strife making choices that affect generations of life Pray that his choices weren't guided by greed Mother Earth cried, the "Great Spirit" takes heed 50 years of choices, in this generation's reign Tears come to my eyes, I feel Mother Earth's pain Man's greed and arrogance spoiled water, air, sky and land Mother Earth, I see is crying, poisoned by human hand With grand-children sick, from this contamination of earth I ask grand-father's guidance, that he return Mother's mirth Man has stopped listening, he's only guided by greed Are only deaf people listening, I keep planting the seed I need your strength and wisdom to guide me along without fear of what's coming, my relations are strong Now I see in the mirror, an elder in white This mirror fades to darkness, I pray for the light
for "The Rhyming Game" contest The mirror doesn't lie!

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Inevitable Bear

Oh lonely Inevitable Bear,
Padding claws, death in white
Sorrow in recurring nightmare
Instinct’s test; fight or flight?

Camouflage against the fence,
A challenge; my subconscious fear
Ominous slowly moving silence,
“Let me in, there’s a bear out here!”

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A serpent underneath blue sky,
in shade of man, in twinkle of an eye,
above brick wall, in the structure, at the floor,
venom of white dove; contaminated food, undrinkable water,
misguided youth, pregnant daughter, unfaithful father and hateful son,
mothers do pray while we walk through Babylon;
on teli and in the press, on top shells,
price none the less, in bedroom and at your door..
dawn of a new day seemed to be dark,
after all.

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We walk talk like champions in the streets of nowhere planting seeds birthdays turn into funerals the life cement was not strong enough to build our hopes or blessings that petrol drive through our hidden abilities we all have spare wheels that God personally manufactured for us and He made education our only air filler for flat tires and this is why we don't stop and breath on our way to our dreams before we get admired right at this moment sum1 is getting cured through the love of spoken worded words laying clear pictures and he could name us life pitchers with endless scriptures and that's for his ears as he turns to be the world's champion

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Triumphant Goodness

Expect the best son.
Don’t accept anything less.
Goodness will triumph.

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                                  Fathers have to learn, so they practice
                                                on their first child.
                                From the first bottle to the first diaper change
                                              to all the sleepless nights.

                                The first 'daddy' said by their precious child will
                                     be forever etched in their mind and heart.

                                  All the big events in the child's life is like a story
                                                   that is stored in your soul.

                                  Down the road of life there will be many days of 
                                      pleasure given to child and Father to share,
                                     so keep the book open in your mind to write
                                                           it all down.

                                  As one day the child turns into a friend and a
                                       person , grown with a life all their own.

                                                  Anne Rutherford
                                                   Copyright 2008
                                               Treasured Baby Series


Details | I do not know? | |

You, Me, Us, Everyone

Not named
Unknown to those with no curiosity
Buds, that dream of one day blooming
Being, more than they are
Flowers living
Touched by those who love
Protected by those who wish to love
Wishing to be more than they are
Buds, not truly knowing if they are ready for the world
Hoping they are strong enough 
Wishing to be the best
You, Me, Us, Everyone

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Wild Portland Marion berries

The wild berries of the Northwest 
it seems every path you walk on , they are there for you to sample ,

Almost as The city of Portland  itself is welcoming you with astonishing beauty, the view of a snow tipped Volcano , as if greeting you  with a basket full of fresh wild Marion berries 

The beauty, just picked plump , the color of dark purple 
a fragrance to savor , what will I do ?
will I make a pie or preserves ?
Oh the pancakes and waffles , the Tillamook ice cream is a must ~ 

After rinsing the fresh picked Berries with water and dusting them with fine Sugar , a hint of cinnamon  , if pie , waffle , or cake . maybe just plain ,
serve with whipped cream made from scratch and a leaf of mint .

The Salmon , the berries , roses and apples all in the Great Northwest ,
You may visit however be warned , for many have come this way
Many have travelled a far , 

For the great Spirit of This Northwest will encompass and astound you .
Begging your soul to stay and  live the way of a Portlander .

Give me rain I say , for the green here will blind you, it is
 like walking off the black and white set of Wizard of Oz,
and opening the amazing door to Colors .

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I Can't---------- But You Can, with baby steps

In my days of life, I have come across many people who like to use the words,
"(I can not, or I can't,)" to this I must say you are wrong! There is nothing in life that you (Can't) do. If you were born with physical limitations, or due to a life altering accident, perhaps their are certain things that may be harder for you to do than others. But to simply say (I Can't) is not the way to go about it. If you are physically able to walk, but don't, because it hurts to much, or it's just easier to always sit around and do nothing to change it. Well, to you I could just say, (I Can't) help you. But that's not me! (I Can) help you.

 As you watch a child learn to walk,(You Can) see the way things develop. First they don't move, and they watch the way things are working around them. Then, one day they roll over, and are amazed at a whole new world that they never saw this way before. Then each time you lay them down on their back, they begin to roll over. Because they get sick of looking at the celling, and only seeing happy faces when someone comes to them. So then they start to watch people scurry about, moving from place to place, and they decide they want to be able to do that also. So they learn to push themselves up, and it's a whole new world. Then they learn to crawl, and they think to themselves, "Hey,(I Can) go where ever I want to go!" But after watching other people walking on two feet, they begin to try and stand. By telling themselves, "(I Can) do that too!" And they (with a little help) learn to walk. 
Through this learning stage, their comes a lot of hard falls. But you don't see them just giving up, and saying (I Can't)? They keep getting up, and looking at each obstacle in life in a new learning perspective. Telling themselves "(I Can) do what ever I want, and you (Can't) stop me!"
But, being a parent, (You Can) stop them. You can stop them from making foolish mistakes, and  doing bad things.(Most of the time! Ha,ha.) If you (Can't), then you are not going about it correctly, and you need to change the way you are teaching them, or try something different.

 You (Can't) teach a dog to fetch, if it's locked in a cage all it's life. You (Can't) teach a person to swim, if you never go near the water. And you will never learn to walk, if you never try. So like a baby, learn one thing at a time. Learn to roll over, then to crawl, then to stand, and then to walk!
 If a baby (Can do it), so (Can you)! Start with baby steps. "Just put one foot in front of the other, and soon you'll be walking across the floooooor! 

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I Have No Color

I have no color
My wrists bleed black and white
I am not ashamed

I am true to myself 
Because I know that naturally,
I am beautiful
People can judge, and announce my difference 
But I will embrace it
‘Cause I know who I am
And I love the skin I’m in

I should not be defined by my pigmentation,
But by the creativeness of my imagination
And the person I am inside despite their augmentation 
To make me believe that I am less than a person

The names they throw at me 
Pierce my outer covering
But they don’t change who I am
Because words are merely words
They don’t define me

I am the beautiful product
Of a black man and a white woman
A little grey girl with curly hair and dark skin

When you look at me
Do you see what they see?
Or do you see through my skin?

I am different
I am mixed
I am beautiful 
I am me

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She has become
Like a thin Chinese tea cup
Placed upon a large rock
She has become… fragile
Afraid to go anywhere
Least she break

She sits outside
When the weather is clear
Reading the same book
She has read for many years
Painfully turning the pages
With crooked fingers

I see her smile
As the lines on her face
Seem to multiply ten fold
While she tries to remember
Why she is smiling

When the cooler weather
Dances around her
She wears a long soft scarf
Wrapped many times
Around her neck
To keep the cold away

She will ask me
"When will my friends
Be coming by?"
And I sit next to her
Hold her hand
And say to her
Soon Grandma… soon

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Have You Ever Read

Dedicated to an author by the name of William Golding... Enjoy!!!

~Two boys meet on an island
~~One is skin 'n bones
~~~The other one is chubby

They discover a lagoon~
Ralph teases him by calling~~
him "Piggy" -  how mean!!~~~

Piggy asks him if
There are other people on 
The island with 'em

He has no clue
But this'll answer Piggy's question --
Other boys appear - 
All diverse shapes and sizes
What'll happen next??

You'll see...

Have you ever read The Lord of the Flies?
I recommend it if yah haven't read it yet - I must admit
It's a book full of adult words and it's simply...FASCINATING! - no lies
You should read it - or you'll regret it!

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My Gull Wheels On

As a child empowered by youth, 
All is wonder, 
All is truth, 

Faith projecting as a wake, 
A child of God, 
Runs free these days, 

Oh Lord, I have been so blessed, 
To know your love, 
Feel your caress, 

Now I watch as the children play, 
And loving tears swell, 
...Thank you for this day. 

To feel the warm sun, wind and sand, 
A glorious gift, 
A glorious plan, 

Watch the seagulls as they wheel and dive, 
Searching for scraps, 
Screeching in delight, 

Never do they question - nor do they ask, 
For more than they need, 
Or more than they have, 

And in this spirit so free and strong, 
I live, learn and love, 
As my gull wheels on!

My Gull Wheels On
aka Michael Wilson

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My baby

New Year, my baby
lights`garland and tears of joy
bring always Good News!

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Life is full of memories/
of times past/ and present/
times from my childhood/
of running in the rain/ crying/
because the raindrops were hitting me on the head/
and my mother calling to me/
I'm here/ don't cry/ it's all right.
Children chasing butterflies/ and playing
ball in the neighbor's field.
Watching the sunrise/ and the stars telling
me to have a good day/ just before they went
Walking down a path at a summer camp/fishing in 
a favorite spot/and catching a bass that I'm still
talking about.
Building a raft with a best friend/ cutting trees and 
logs/ and floating them in a warm summer breeze.
Walking in the moonlight with a first girl friend/ and experiencing
our first warm kiss.
Holding hands and dreaming dreams/and walking barefoot down a dusty
road/kicking up dust/and feeling it sifting through bare toes.
Seeing a first born child/holding it tight in my arms/
looking into its eyes/ and seeing it smile back.
Hearing a child ask/ 'what are moonbeams, and where do they go?'/
Holding a child as it goes to sleep in my arms/
knowing that the world is all right/because daddy is near/
and there is nothing to fear.
Memories are mine/and wonderful to share/
as time races on/and grandchildren gather in my arms/
Watching them chase butterflies/and ask about moonbeams/
and rainbows/and catch a first fish/and tell me/.....
......I love you big daddy.

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Play with doves

After long day`s play
with doves ,they fly in the light
Let`s rest in the love

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L O M L Always

The thought of her smiling gave me faith
From when we were little we bathe
My mother and her mother is best friends
They both took care of us and gifts they send
We pulled each others hair
And she was always quick to dare
When I smiled at her she knew it was no good
She learned to pull me up and she understood
I just wanted her attention and that she gave
She knew it in her heart love was my slave
From when we were a child with full of energy I had my way
She was the one who was my guide and she did not push me away
When I saw her cry one day and her eyes was so sad
I gave her a flower and I smiled at her and made her glad
When some one special leaves her heart
I sat by her and never wanted to depart
She is the love of my life always
She is the one who gave me my hope through out my days
So I gave her my heart and love from within
And I did not make it thin
I stood by her side since I was a child
I gave her my support when we were wild
She knew who I was and I let her go the distance
I did not hate her or give her resistance
My mother and her mother are great friends and their virtue will never end
Because of their love they both trusted us to live our ways to transcend
So my childhood friend was my best friend, and now my wife
She new it from the start that we part of each others life

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Beautiful Children

Singing around in love;
Smiles built from the ground.
Holding hands in the dance;
Laughing with brothers and sisters,
All in His Glorious Name.
Throughout His perfectly sculpted land:
Look around because this is it;
Look around because this is love;
Look around and know, understand, comprehend,
Rejoice because you are perfect;
You are God's beautiful children!

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Show me who you are and i shall paint out broken columns on the valleys of her back as if such figure is un-common
i have found no beauty bending as the vines that are her hair and the frailty of man upon her back is what she bares
bleed her body for the harvest let them feast upon her soul for the nurishment of mother is leaps beyond so bold
she is like the flower growing in the deepest of dark forests,amongst the ivy and hemlock but her skin is much too porous
to concern herself with games that tantalize the men, as they marry on crusade it is her children that she tends
sheath your swords with her ambition and tip your arrows with her will, craft your armour from her strength and in the battle you will kill
come now children from the pasture and lay each upon her side, suckle gently at your mother although theirs pain she does not hide
though the water leaks from rooftops her leaves are thick and block the rain, as the water level rises cling to her branches with no shame
she is the stone upon the beach, once a mountain pound and breached
yet still her disposition clear to love her children that are near

inspired by Roots Frida Kahlo, 1907-1954

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Happiness may be where my friends are.
For with them many memories were made,
But those moments and times now feel so faraway.
The truth seeming to be they all have left me,
Loneliness is my only companion, I formerly believed.
The friends I have now are whom I have chosen,
For their differences from me I long to perceive.
Their individual natures I wish to cherish,
Because I will never let my own character perish.
Happiness found alongside my friends,
Only then do I have my broadest range of potent emotion.

Happiness can also be so easily lost.
For inner strength has pulled me through those years,
And inner turmoil often carried a younger me in tears.
Never again do my feelings want to feel betrayed.
I will always remember the human nature of my peers.
Temporarily was my happiness left in disarray.
I will continue to remember the significance of those years.
Those times ended, but still replaying in memory to this day. 
Never will my open-hearted conscience damage anyone.
My happiness can be wherever and whenever I please,
When absent, growth is what my inner child receives.
Happiness found inside all of depression,
Only then do I attain my own brand of integrity.

Happiness is within me, as well as symbolically in the stars.
For since my youth the universe and the Earth interested me,
And a longing for something more has shaped me.
A sense of destiny, trust in fate, faith in a higher being:
All things that bring life meaning for people, I find intriguing.
For with a broad-mind, one acknowledges everything.
Religion ties all karmically, science teaches all significantly,
All I see is the power of human and human soul evolution.
Everything has something in common, existence.
Happiness found within my own search for Truth,
Only then do I believe in me and humanity.

Happiness has always been sheltered.
For the love from my family is such a blessing,
And so they give me plenty of reason to live.
Home is where part of my heart resides, 
But my spirit has long longed to go across the seas.
Naivety can be a good thing, a peculiar courage.
Don’t worry my family, I’m more responsible than you think.
One day I will be living entirely on my own.
For those years are all my inner child envisioned.
Happiness found in enjoyment and entertainment,
Only then do I feel earthily enlightened.

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Come inside child come through the door What is it you are waiting for Come give me your heart..come enter in I will forgive you all your sin Surrender to me child I love you so Surrender to me child I will help you to grow Don’t stand at the door please come inside My precious one My beautiful bride Come inside and sit at My feet Come inside My love My sweet Hear My call this is the hour Be filled with My spirit be filled with my power Go through My fire my glory falls So it will be encompassing all No more wars lands filled with My peace Do you see My waters released Fire and water water and fire My loves My children My hearts desire Come inside come through the door What is it you are waiting for???

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Christ Child

In eternity past, the Father asks the Son to go down.
Having equal Love for humans the "Yes" comes fast.
When Creation leads to time, the world waits for 4 BC
Marking the start of the end of Satan's long rule at last.

Did Satan laugh at the poor setting for Jesus' birth here?
A cry in a cave for animals pierces the night, changing all.
Shepherds worship; later wise kings give precious gifts.
Mary and Joseph marvel, yet Herod's rage soon gives a call.

A call to leave quickly to Egypt where they'll live as refugees.
Sparing the Christ child a merciless death of those under three.
When Herod finally dies, Jesus' parents head back to Israel.
Still not fully safe from mad rule, Nazareth is their destiny.

Here the child will grow to be a man, following His parents rule.
Surprising the Pharisees with His wisdom at 12, at 30 riling them.
Preaching with authority, healing the incurable, loving the humble.
Women weep repenting at his feet; one's healed by touching his hem.

Zacchaeus risks going into a tree and finds Jesus' salvation so free.
Nicodemus comes at night to ask and ends amazed he's met God's Son
The Woman at the Well gets far more vital water than the usual kind.
And many healed can't but tell others of the miracle God has done.

The babe in the manger now stills the storm and his disciples believe
Even seeing the dead arise, like Lazarus in the tomb for four days.
Foretelling a greater rising coming but not before immense suffering.
The sword Mary was told would pierce her heart is soon on its way.

For most religious leaders cannot tolerate Jesus' lack of respect for them.
Calling them whitewashed tombs and pointing pride out to Pharisees.
Not endearing Himself with the establishment, but following God's way.
Knowing soon He'd be betrayed, arrested, tried and tortured brutally.

Still, he calmly feeds them body bread and blood wine in a final feast.
Tells them the Spirit comes, and prays they'd be one like Father and Son.
Heads to the Garden, prays to His Father for another way if possible.
Your will be done ends and the soldiers come and with Judas kiss it's done.

The most pure, innocent Man who's ever lived is now in hostile hands.
A trial by dark without witness or any rights – and off to Pontius Pilate.
Then Herod then back to Pilate whose wife dreamed Jesus was innocent.
But the people's cries to crucify win over – Jesus caught in intrigue's net.

The child of Bethlehem now hung on a Cross between two criminals.
The Light of the World by darkness and our sins is being slowly slain.
Feeling forsaken by God, but then "Into Your hands I commit my spirit."
Reunited and soon to show the world that this Child was no ordinary one.

Risen as Jesus predicted, for how can death conquer everlasting, perfect life?
From childhood to adult not one sin, not once yielding to Satan's temptations.
Proving we can have life eternal if we confess and believe in Jesus as our Savior.
Calling His followers in risen form to await the Spirit and share Christ to the nations

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A call for mom

Ma, ma, help Please,
Can you give me love? 
Hold me, hold me, 
Very tight; 
A smile for my heart,  
And one from the start,
Give a hug to show me love. 
That is why your mom.

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Look at my silly grin
What a wonderful day it's been
It's almost like being in Heaven
We got our referral today
What more can I really say
It's almost like being in Heaven
Sure there's a ways to go
But now our child we know
So in this moment of time
I feel quite sublime
Pinch me quick
Cause it's almost.. 
Yes, it's almost..
Almost like being in Heaven!

Lyric Poem 

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Gift Of Mortality

An earthly existence
A universe beyond my minds, comprehension
I die
I rise
Life lessons reviewed
Homeward bound
I am not lost, after all!
I am a willing participant
Serving, the Father, of all creation
His son combined, ‘producing life’ as we know it
Representing them, in everything I do
I am nothing, without Love!
My heart full of faith, loyal service I give
Learning how to unconditionally serve, as the Father unconditionally, loves me
Worshipping our Divine Creator’s existence
Choosing to live, moment to moment
Being as one with ‘Our Universal Father’
No physical permanency
My physicality, disappearing
My mortality existence, I let go of
Death temporary
My spirit alive!
Relief, Peace
‘I am only passing through!’
A unique, experience of mortality 
A gift, I am blessed to experience, to live!

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I can laugh all night
Until sunrise
That might sound childish

I can act foolish
But I deserve 
To be treated right

I’m proud of myself
For preserving my 
My child innocence 

I can be naïve 
But I’d rather
Use my childlike brains

I have a grand gift
Of uplifting
The distraught spirits 

I can be mature
But who cares...I’m

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Come and Go Chicago

Come and Go Chicago – Zamreen Zarook
Where are you going my lady?
Where are you from my sweetie?
What ever you ask my buddy,
You won’t get the paddy.
She became a liar,
Because of your chore,
Two questions that you murmur,
Master, don’t forget that you were the rear.
You became a sinner,
Without knowing what is inner,
Now you know the manner,
So, never to forget the dinner.

Cease to care for those questions,
Nothing you gain from the considerations,
Everyone has their own equations,
So,they do have their explanations.


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Drifting Mainly

You belong to me mate 	 ( Intro )
And that be that!
Get on board
And grab your hat!

The ship was aghast at its new passenger	( Verse )
Like disdain for the lives that they now left behind,
Newcomers were scarce 
And they never would last
But I held up my chin nice and high.

The bloke who took me screamed	( Pre-chorus )
“Mop up the deck we’ve got things to do!” 
But I said sir, 
I’m just a boy and don’t know what’s to do.

And he said		( Chorus )
“Drifting mainly
Sailin the shores
Taking what’s mine 
And leaving what’s yours
Cause you know, we ain’t dead yet.”

Taking the seas for more than eight moons
We found islands and loot
That was bigger than most.
The taste of sea air 
With its wind in my hair
Took me away to this new life I lead.

After mopping the deck 
He grabbed my hand and screamed
 “Steer this ship boy!”
But I said sir,
I’m just a lad and don’t know where to go.

So the crew yelled	( Chorus )
“Drifting mainly
Sailin the shore
Taking what’s mine 
And leaving what’s yours
Cause you know, we ain’t dead yet.”

Surprising to me 
Was my unshaven face
The captain looked on 
And smiled with grace,
We stopped at a place 
Where the women were loose and didn’t mind
If we took a peak.

He said “Now you’re a man so let’s get on that boat,
We got places to be and some people to rope,
So grab that sword and drop that mop
Cause you’re no longer a boy in my eyes.”

I practiced the duel with the men in the crew
The captain took eye to my devilish pride,
And he took me aside and said 
 “Even in death I’m gonna miss you boy 
But don’t let it strike you 
Or kill your spirits
Cause even time can beat out the Grim.”

Then in the darkness came fire and screams,
Our vessel had stopped after fourteen years,
The crew fought hard and beat most of the men
But now, my Captain was dead.

We took the new ship watching ours sink deep
Saying goodbye to our drowning escape,
The crew turned towards me and asked
“What do we do?” and I smiled,
And they did to.

And we yelled    ( Chorus )
“Drifting mainly
Sailin the shores
Takin what’s mine
And leaving what’s yours
Cause you know, we ain’t dead yet.”

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Light child

A child is born
all loving, forgiving, honest,
a special child of the light,
eyes wide open, awake,
the wolves are happy,
to feast at the table of its suffering.
Feed it just enough love to survive,
milk it of its light, little by little
suckling its love, its forgiveness,
a sweet delicacy for a vampiric world.

The child becomes a young adult...
control, conformity, submission,
overwhelming expectations,
no freedom, no love, no peace,
a barrage of others suffering,
cant get it off me, out of my head!
out of my heart, it hurts!
Its all too much! 
Why do they all hurt me?
Why are they not honest like me?
How can they be so mean to me?
What is wrong with me?
I just want a taste of love, 
to remind me why I am alive!!

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Should I Be Blamed


I was barely eight before mother died
When Gerald was happy and not as reduced
When he was the loved son
The child with a loving home.

From aunt to aunt I learned to live
Out of the anger of dad
Out of the voice that brought fear.
Into the hand of pestilence-

My second life began-
A life of maltreatment,
A life of struggle
Elder brother disowned when he revolted
The treatment harsh and inhuman - so he bolted.

I joined the struggle
The life of scuffle
Wherein I was the marked
The recalcitrant and ragged
The delinquent in school
The tortured child of the family's few
Who outlived the deads of two aunts
Beseeched to care for him.

I am half mad, they tell me
I know I am a psychic
Half crazed child
A ricochet of mum’s death-

I have been alienated
Disillusioned by life, ill-fated
Tortured by a disturbed mind.

Dad on my heels
Listening to propaganda
murder-bent at my heels
flogged  flogged  flogged till I go for pills.

Fled my home to the street
Ate from the bin
Lived with street kids
One of the flocks
One of the hard rocks.

I have been in the cold
No bosom have rocked with me
Save mum’s who lies in the clay.
I am spiritually dead
Physically out of mind, they say.

From pastor to pastor
From prayers to prayers
From recessions to intercessions,
Through starvation for correction
I remain unchanged.
I am finished, they say.
Nothing can help me
save God on whom I weep and call.

My relatives
Alienate me
making me atychiphobic
Aggravating my anthropophobia
building in me gelotophobia  
and all those anthropological phobias
A loved child has no right to know.
It bringing me pain for they are nailing me shut.

I pity myself - Pity me father
Pity me, brother
Because I have tried
Tried to be loved
Tried to be the best from limps
But I am not up to those dreams.

I know that many dislike me
Feel uneasy when Gerald is around:
Instead of helping me
They  become indifferent, violent.

I told Louisa last week as she fumed at methat
anything I lay my hands on
fails to work again.
It either gets bad or broken.
My own things end up craggy
No matter the patience and prudence I put in.

Why then am I born?
Why the fear
Why the alienation?

I pray that I be left alone
Donot curse me again, donot.
Accept my fate and let me be
Else you help in killing me.

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To Kahlil Gibran's Flower

I am a kind of word spoken by the voice of nature
I am the element flying gracefully on a green pasture
I am a silent child in Summer and the brave child that Winter has believed
I crown the opening of the golden Spring and a gentle heart that Autumn conceived

I caress the majestic body of the flower as she announce the coming of the light
At nocturnal melodies, I dance with the birds on their lonely flight
The plains are full of the vibrant grace by those lovely flowers
As I embrace the early morning lovers

I cradle the spirit of the one who drinks wine
As he promenades with the swaying leaves of the vine
I am a dulcet entity whispered by a faint death
I am the little joy sang by a saddened health
I am the air breathed by a living man
and a mysterious knight to a crying little one

When the flower look high to never see her shadow
I escape through a broken, dusty window
To uplift her when she will feel me blow

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Fly Away My Angel

Today....... we have to say goodbye one last time to you,
For us, your children, it has to be the hardest thing we've had to do!
I know you have left this body before us and yet it seems oh too real,
So many people who loved you,"praying for what they must feel."
We knew this day would come but not's way to soon.
Begging God for his mercy...."please help us by healing you."
The sun is shining like a warm July,
The patriotic flag waving high in the sky!
I can't help but think, maybe he did save you?
What actually went wrong, why did it happen so soon?
Our lives will never be the same, we'll never talk to you or even hear your voice,
As of today or even  tomorrow we will never have that choice.
You have been the teacher of God's word and a child of his grace,
I'm sure the gates of heaven opened up and the Angel's have rejoiced.
But here on earth we are left with the memory and a pain I can't explain,
We cry for no reason, we don't understand what's left to gain?
Car's are lined up around the block, we look back as far as we can see,
Our Mom is so blessed by people she touched and her life a legacy.
Now entering your final place of rest, we're put to the test,
Bishop Jesse begins to say...what a beautiful day she gave us! For God's child to rest.
He say's we are "Celebrating" life of such a great woman of God,
She was a fishermen of men and a teacher of his love,
Her great hope was for all to follow his word.....let us pray,
So many turned their lives over to Jesus on this day.
Amen! She is still bringing people to know him even in his place of rest.
So to you Mom; Fly away my Angel! you are the best!!

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Breath let Go

The earth shudders and the dust of a thousand years
lifts into the sky like a blanket thrown up in exultation
and beneath this blanket plates grind together
in sudden need
A craving to bring dried and edged flesh
with the moisture of the oceans above
together once more
and cry out in the joy of ecstasy to release their pressure
	And be at once reconciled

And the world let’s out its breath,
gives up what is most sacred to it
in reverence of this Moment:

And I dare say this moment is mine,
to the child that toiled the fields
hoe in hand and the patterns in the soil
the patterns in the soul through which water poured
and escaped in pores like water through a parched man’s fingers
and patterns fled this farm 
Leaving a parched man lamenting the presence of fingers
in times of thirst,

And to the child toiling
           in the fields 
the pattern is in the pitch of his shoulders
and the pounding of the sun
the pattern that should never seep
through unseen holes

but it seeps
down his back and across his fingers
upon his hoe it dribbles down and finds the escape
of patterns long lost
and the sweat of his toil
slips through the gaps in his soil
and the heaving of his shoulders
is lost with the patterns,	

So this old farmer he does not tread his fields,
sheltered behind wood and warmth of fire
he huddles in his world of four walls
and dares not the fields outside
Where await the failures
of his toil,
and when the earth shuddered
in joy of this moment
Knowing in its wisdom all that was to be known
the earth shudders and the dust of not so many years
It lifts into the sky like a blanket thrown up in exultation

And beneath it all

Sees the farmer

The pattern of his toil

And lo and behold
It was not wasted
But a hands width beneath
The soil that caked his world
And by his own hand
Hidden as it were
The patterns of his toil
And the story that is told
In the exultation of a breath
Let go.

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Emma was a frail little thing Lying there in her hospital bed Tethered by tubes to this mortal life Not a hair on her tiny sweet head As I cared for her medical needs She sometimes spoke quietly to me Her spirit was strong even then A wonderful soul I began to see She asked me not to be sad for her As if she knew something I did not Not it seemed, the least bit afraid But so tired of the fight she fought I never saw her sweet face again But remember her I always will She was the essence of bravery When life is difficult I think of her still

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Winter Winds

Winter winds blow all around. 
I’m astonished by the sounds of Jingle Bells and reindeer stomps. 
All of this should never stop. 
Snow lies on the ground, if only that weren't too profound. 
Time only leads to decay, but not on Christmas, not today. 
You should see the angels pray. 
Toy trains, and rag dolls are the things kids used to want. 
But time has changed, yes so have children… 
Santa seems as if a villain. 
So much fighting, so much crying, it sounds as if the kids are dying. 
“I want money, I want fame, and these toys are just so lame.” 
But that’s the product we provided. 
Second chances are no more, Santa’s plot we wait for. 
He’s sick of this, he doesn't care, it’s as if he’s not wanted here. 
He gets ready to take it all back…. 
There’s still one toy left in his sack, it’s for a little girl, half a world away. 
Now how could he have missed this, on the perfect Christmas day? 
He turns around, not time for war. 
This toy, the girl is waiting for… It’s not a toy like you’d expect. 
She didn't ask for electronics, or stupid games such as Sonic. 
She just wanted one small thing… 
She’s waiting for something EXTRA special this gloomy day. 
In a bed she sits and stares, at the window near a chair. 
She’s so weak, and all alone. 
She doesn't even have a real home, not where there are bright lights anyways. 
They've decorated a weeping willow, the only tree around the “home”. 
So she has lights to see. 
It’s Christmas after all, but there’s no way to calm the raging sea. 
She’s dying, it won’t take much longer, and she doesn't care about the tree. 
She needs a new heart extra bad. 
So, Santa’s bringing her the one thing, that will stop her parents from being sad. 
He rushes to the hospital in his golden sleigh, and climbs right down the vent, 
He’s saving Christmas today. 
Santa rushes in just in time, finds a doctor, the girl is dying. 
It’s not what he usually does, but he stays and watches as they save her life. 
He waits for her to wake up. 
“Santa, you saved my life, oh thank you so much! I needed my heart to be touched.” 
He just smiles, and kisses her hand. He’s so glad he didn't destroy the land. 
Christmas is still a special day. 
There’s no more sorrow, no, not today. Santa smiles though some are still ungrateful. 
There’s that one child, standing in the snow, her life can now be started in the evening glow. That’s life for the grateful, loving, caring, and the thankful. Most of the time Santa just gives toys. For all the good girls and boys. But not today, and not tomorrow, once a year he gets rid of sorrow. So sleep tight and say your prayers, Christmas time is but once a year.

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A Child's Imagination Glows

A Child's Imagination Glows

The sky burst into a solid glow
Clouds danced, raced to and fro
A castle next appeared up there
At the far end of a golden stair

Trumpets blasted out a shout 
stars sparkled brightly about
Voices sang a very sweet song
Angels sang right on along

Ground, grass and trees shook
Water danced in a fairies brook
Sprites flew very far overhead
Lights spun the little boy's head

Asked another story soon to be read
As Dad tucked him into his little bed!

Robert J. Lindley  08-19-2014

Inspired by a poem I wrote long ago and 
read to my son last night. I wrote this 
about 25 minutes after midnight last night..

It is dedicated to my 7 year old son, Justin,
the joy of my life!

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As expressions go, some obsolete
Taken for granted, often weak
A closer look, beneath the hood
Lies hidden truth not understood

Children, our future, it’s often heard
A common notion, but how absurd
For children grow, become full grown
Where are these fruits of seeds they’ve grown?

Mistakes were made along the way
Mistakes of old and yesterday
Followed footsteps, no changes made
Trusting that they make the grade

Aged thoughts I beckon thee
Like waves returning to the sea
Give way to change, release your hold
Let reason shine and truth be told

The future’s now, no time to yield
To future minds whose fate is sealed
Like brittle branches on winter trees
The outcome certain you might agree

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Teenage mom

She came home one afternoon,
All I saw was a face saturatede in gloom,
She sat me down, eyes filled with tears,
She told me something I had feared for years,
"Sister, I’m pregnant and I don’t know what to do,"
"I am also worried that the dad has been untrue,"
"He lies and cheats and once or twice I was beat."
At this point, I arose to my feet,
She told me she felt he wanted to trap her,
That her mind was in such a blur,
I was not even twenty one,
I felt like my heart had been shot with a gun!
My little sister was barely seventeen,
This was not part of her present dream.
I thought about how we grew up with no dad,
I went from feeling sad to just simply mad,
Wanting so bad to save the day, which I had so often did,
How could I save her this time? She was having a kid!
Mom was the next to know,
A woman strong in her convictions, said "we can’t let this child go!"
9 months later the little girl was born,
We named her Destiny, for God knows my sister was torn.
Three of us girls rose to the plate,
To allow this little angel to become something great,
There have been many struggles, but the joy that she brings,
Has healed our family and makes all who know us sing,
Even out of dysfunction and a mistake,
Bringing her into the world, taught us all what it takes,
To be a stable force in a child’s life,
What Selfless love is without any strife.
Life has its twists and turns,
In ever obstacle there is much to be learned,
When there is love and support that abounds,
Hardship can actually ware a crown,
It is not easy to raise a child in this world today,
So many dads pick up and run away,
But, when you have a strong foundation,
Even in teenage pregnancy, you can find inspiration.
If more children were taught the morals from the past,
Wait untill your married and the guy may actually last,
 I believe the rise of this issue would not be so high,
So many teens are looking for love from some guy,
This is becoming such normality,
Teens being mothers is a harsh reality.
There needs to be more support for young teens,
Instead of TV shows that promote it in scenes,
Education and self-esteem,
Will help them to follow their original dreams,
Children raising children breeds’ future despair,
Talk to your teens; let them know that you care.

sabina nicole

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Misaligned Beauty

A shift in the alignment of his chromosomes they said Nature's small mistake sees and hears the world in his own special way Unconditional love and a pure smile seems no mistake
Barbara Gorelick 11/30/13 Seeing Beauty in Imperfection

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Breaking Free

Folded closed, and left behind, .... perhaps for someone else to find... Perhaps the gentle rain is kind enough to wash away a threadbare heart, a broken dream, from yesterday... enchanting me to believe within, to entertain the child again A time to take a step apart, and time to grow, to break the hold where, once before, life shivered cold, beneath the shelter of the old Step past what eyes might estimate, with cleansing mists across the face to christen slates with glistening, new,... paths refreshed with pearls of dew. Listen to the whispered winds, the sweet refrains,of falling rain, as if I were a child again. Begin the walk where raindrops dance beneath the feet, in rainbow hue and mirrored worlds, where twin skies meet, as puddles ripple in the street where passers by, forget to see the beauty in a world scrubbed clean Stamp the feet to make a splash, while those around you make a dash With diamonds in the morning light, to quench a tongue in sheer delight To be as one, with earth and sun, and know that rain can be a friend hold up the hands to catch the sky,...the inner child is waiting in the wings
______________________________________________________ Inspired By Nette's Contest: Umbrella (image #2) Carrie Richards 3/1/14

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Where is the love that you once found Where is the love did it turn around Where is the love that you once had Did it just fade away if it did that’s so sad Where is the love that gave you a glow Where is the love was it just a show? Where is the fire that burned just for me You were alive when I set you free Free from the hurts the pain from the past Where is the love why didn’t it last? I love you child why didn’t you stay? On the pathway of love why did you stray? Come back to me now loved daughter or son Come back to me for I AM the one Come back to my arms hide under my wings Oh come back my child for you my heart sings Where is the love that you once found? It’s here waiting but you need to turn round Come run back to me to my waiting arms To freedom and love safe from all that can harm Come running my child for time’s running out Come running my child don’t stumble from doubt Come running my child come into my arms I love you my child I’ll keep you from harm Come running my child to my secret place Come running my child come seek my face

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People grow up wanting things,
They never had as children;
And so remembering "empty spots",
Constantly strive to fill them.

Acceptance, love, material gain,
Small hands reach out to grasp them,
Too often finding once in hand,
It's not enough to last them;

And so we work to fill the need,
Still finding more to strive for.
It isn't greed or selfish pride,
Oh No, my friend, it's much more;

And though we strive for all our years,
The child within will hunger,
Still reaching out for solace as,
The need inside grows stronger,

Until at last we understand,
The reason for our hunger,
For if you want a child to grow,
Then feed the entire youngster.

Feed body, soul and spirit too,
The whole child must be fed,
Or else you'll starve yourself to death,
By simply eating bread.

                                                       Deuteronomy 8:3

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Sandy Hook

Today, it just doesn't seem fair
That we are still able to breathe.
They have given us their air-
Our duty to lead the life they leave.

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That's Where The Lord Lives

I walk outside to see all that I can see.
Over there is our house, our home,
In the distance, you can see.
And that place of hallowed happiness
Forever has been our home
And forever will be so evermore.
That house is small but raised us tall,
From the perfect parents who loved us so
To the perfect sister for which every man would want.
The house built us all up strong.
More than a mere building,
It is a place to love and be loved,
A place that hands you hope that you give right back, 
And a place of everlasting faith.
This home is where my parents taught me about God
And opened me up to Jesus.
They opened the eyes of the blind for all to see,
And the blind included me.
They taught me to be the best I can be;
The best things in life are free.
They have taught us so well,
And they all have saved my soul.
Even if I am not there now,
I carry Him with me.
I carry them with me.
I carry Their values and Their teachings with me.
In this house, this home,
We reside.
We cannot forget this.
This is where my Mother lives.
This is where my Father lives.
This is where my Sister lives.
This is where We live,
In this loving, caring, beautiful home
They made just for us.
We cannot forget this either.
This is where it all began. 
This is where the hunger and thirst was created;
This is where we are fulfilled.
We cannot, we must not forget this:
This is where God lives.
This is where Jesus lives.
This is where The Lord lives;
The Father and The Almighty.
This is where We live;
This is where We reside.
We must not forget this.
We must not forget this:
What a beautiful and perfect life this is.

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A Crippled Child's Christmas Wish

He came to see the children that season of each year,
He listened to them closely as they whispered in his ear.
Each had a special present they wanted so to see
When they got up on Christmas and looked under the tree.
He smiled and he would hug them and pose for pictures, too,
He loved this time with children; it was such fun to do.
One day as he sat talking, he glanced out from his eye
And saw an older child that there was passing by.
He saw him in his wheelchair as he, too, got in line;
He wondered what he’d ask for that he could say, “That’s mine.”
He didn’t have to wait long, for soon the child was there,
And he looked up at Santa with his curly, golden hair.
His smile was warm and friendly, and Santa smiled back, too,
“Now tell me, little fellow, what I can bring for you.”
“I don’t need any presents,” the boy began to say,
“I have just one desire to ask of you today.
You see, I’m just a cripple, as you can plainly tell,
But Santa what I’m asking is can you make me well?”
The question startled Santa, and he began to cry,
He hugged the child closely with tears there in his eyes.
It seemed it was forever he held him in embrace,
Then he looked at the child, with tears there on his face.
He got up from his chair then, not one word did he say,
He took the crippled child to a place not far away.
He pointed to a manger where a small baby lay
And tried between his sobbing to find the words to say.
“I cannot heal you, child, but there’s someone who can;
He once was this small baby, but He became a man.
He healed so many people while He dwelt here below,
And if you trust Him, child, He’ll heal you, too, I know.
For He died for each person--we all have sin’s disease,
And lives again forever, and God with Him is pleased.
You see, I know this Savior, He’s not like Santa Claus;
He’s real and He is living; He came here with a cause.
Some day if you will trust Him, He’ll take you far away
Where you will not be crippled; you’ll run and jump and play.”
The crippled boy looked there then at that child in the hay
And he, too, started crying, then he began to pray.
“Lord Jesus, I believe You, take me, a crippled lad,
Make me Your child forever, help me not to be bad.”
That crippled child was singing as he held out his fist
And shook hands again with Santa, for he had got his wish!

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Walk With Me

See the light before you my Brother dont turn away, dont be afraid.I am here to take you on an eternal journey. Well done my good and faithful servant it's time. Walk with me, my child to the end of the earth.  Your burdens have been laid down. No more tears must you cry, No more pain to bare. Walk with me into paradise. The heavenly chours shall greet you at my command. Walk with me up to the gates of glory. Your job on the surface is finished. close your eyes and rest in peace. Walk with me my son. let us leave our footprints in the sand. Walk with me. in the joy of everlasting life. Walk with me and fill thy cup with the sweet memory of things gone by and the wonders to come. Walk with me my child to meet your wife. Walk with me you both live and love again in heaven's paradise.

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A Wheat Penny

As a child I came across money
The type it was an old penny
My father had told me to keep it
I did not know that it had credit
The older the penny the more it is
Father told me my eyes went a bliss
A smile came to my face
It was hard to erase
Grinning with so much content
I raise my hand for this cent
My mother had saw me with a smile
It's like seeing mischievous crocodile
I clamp my fingers on the penny so hard
In such happiness I held it like a card
The penny did not have a shine
I looked at it this was mine

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Smile, Son, Smile 'NR'

Smile, son, smile
Smile, son, please.
I can not smile daddy,
I can not smile cheese.

Smile, son, smile
Smile for a pound.
I can not smile daddy
I can not make a sound.

Smile, son, smile
Smile, son, dear.
I can not smile daddy,
I cannot smile clear.

Smile, son, smile
Smile, for a pound.
I can not smile daddy, 
I can not make a sound.

For: Debra Squyres' 
Nursery Rhyme 

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Passersby stared at me and complimented mom
for her gorgeous child 
who smiled very tenderly,
and being moved by how 
I sang my nursery rhyme,
they applauded saying, " Oh, it's so pretty! "    

A few days ago, being bored I searched
for a rare coin collection sold
to me by the Bradford exchange,
but surprisingly I found a forgotten picture between
the pages of a book written by James McQueen,   
and in that picture there was me at a tender age.

The more I looked at it, the more that shy and fair child resembled me,   
and being amazed by my discovery,
I started living the thrill of childhood days:
remembering spring afternoons and how wonderful innocence was!

Written by Andrew Crisci
for Deb Wilson's contest, " Maybe I'm Amazed! "
2/ 19/2013

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The Inner Child

Digested by mortal strength, overpowered by passion of integrity,
The splendor of my forceful will,
Touched by heart,. Touch with imagination,
Yes, in the depths of my inner heart even still.
My dreams, my inspirations, my visions, 
a gift of awareness, revealed by my dignity.
Rewarded by truth of my own reality.
My inner eyes of sight, magically formed by
 tremendous substance and distinction.
Oh yes – the mystical, glowing beam of light.

It is the touch of heart, the touch of imagination,
The mystery, the startling spark of true determination.
It kindles the inward burning flame from unseen 
forces and unusual power.
Holding so tenderly, so effortlessly with no limits 
submerged by our hearts and minds in this very hour.
This reflected image -- our heart of cleansing purpose can find.
Within our very depths those hidden truths live 
Beyond the boundaries of our minds.

In time -- our destination shall be revealed.
Those hidden, silent ideals, yes our private
Truths shall no longer be concealed.
That special touch of the heart, the glory of our imaginations,
Our starving inner child, craving to learn, to grow, to know.
Longing for purpose, believing with open arms to receive.
As the years have passed, 
our imagination has dimmed, yes it has faded.
Now aching for that creative play to mend,
As your inner child has been lost in the force of the wind.
Reach for the touch of heart, once again,
Reach for the depths of your inner child’s imagination within.

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Children are in need contest

Born into a world filled with deceit,
Morals that are becoming obsolete,
Tossed into a cycle of hatred and fear,
Poverty promotes some of our children to steal,
Not one child is an accident, God already new,
The hardships in life they would go through,
Not one is the same; they all have an original DNA,
There is a Purpose for every child even if they are lead astray.

Many live in a home with a single mom,
Growing up to fast like a ticking time bomb,
Latch key kids and after school care,
Is not enough love and can’t certainly prepare,
Our children with the tools they need to survive,
In a competitive world where you need an excellent drive,
Many pretend that their children are fine,
That they have not been affected in their heart, spirit and mind.

Parents are in denial,
While their children get defiled,
Young girls hanging out on the streets,
Being physically and emotionally beat,
Selling their dignity just to feel like a male figure cares,
Teenage boys don’t know how to love; they too had no one there!

Help a child that you know is in distress,
You could make the difference in their success,
Be a role model and a friend,
It does not take much too slightly bend,
A conversation and friendly smile,
May save a child from adapting to a wrong lifestyle.

By: Sabina Nicole

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A Prayer For Healing

Do not let me be the demon I have created me to be.
I am the product of myself and my negativity.
I trust You.
I love You.
I thank You.
In Your name,
We pray,

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Do I accept this referral
Are you our little man
Do I cherish your smile
Your precious little hands?
Yes, I do!

Do I have everything ready
And most things paid
The patience of Job
Toys and Band Aids?
Yes, I do!

Do I dream of the moment
Your face I'll adore
A place at our table
Your crumbs on the floor?
Yes I do!

Do I long to be with you
And call you my child
See your perfect room
Become perfectly wild?
Yes, I do!

Do I thank God in Heaven
For the gift of an amazing son
See you swimming in our tub
And flashing your cute buns
Yes, I do!

Contest: Rose's "Good News"
Poem of Adoption Ecstasy written in Kumasi, Ghana airport

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Been Blessed

Will I have been standing on the sidelines, watching everyone go after their goals. I been missing out on the finer things that life has to offer. Seeing you  there reminds me of brighter days. Hearing your laughter, reminds me of the day my dreams all changed.

	‘Cause, I been blessed, wouldn’t change it for the world. Nothing sweeter than you. You’re that shining star, the beacon at sea. I thank the good lord for giving me you, nothing can change the love I have for you.

Will I have been standing on the sidelines, watching everyone have their fun. Now its later, you can see them down an out.

	‘Cause, I been blessed, with having you as a daughter. You lifted my heart higher, each day I see you. You’re that shining star, the beacon at sea.

If I was a sailor, I would hurry home to you. Can’t get enough of that laughter, don’t like seeing a frown on your face.

Will I been standing on the sidelines, watching everyone reach to the stars. When I have one right here. Yes, I been standing on the sidelines.

I look at this world, and nothing can change my mind. There be trouble on the horizon, terrible times ahead. People getting hurt, always sad an blue. I put them in prayer as with everyone.

	‘Cause, I been blessed, with writing these words. A pure melody, straight an narrow, they are flowing like a stream. Nine in the morning, an everything is going to be alright.

	‘Cause, I been blessed, with this life. Wouldn’t to change it, wouldn’t to lose it. I would love to share, so here I sit writing these words.

	Oh, I got a melody running through my head, as I write these words. Sounding like country, maybe its an oldie. But none the less, its pure straight from the heart.

	Flowing like a river, steady as a stream. Let it span out there, like the clouds in the sky. Showing everyone in the world, that I got this love for them. My heart is being true, it is solid. This thing is flowing like a river, steady as a stream. Nothing rocky bout this love of mine.

	‘Cause, I been blessed, with having a daughter - who is just like you…

‘Cause, I been blessed.
‘Cause, I been blessed..
‘Cause, I been blessed…

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dreams into reality

I had a dream of you again tonight...that makes it about 3years strong....i wonder what the real thing will feel hold see you smile for the first time...the first time you i put my finger in your hand and you squeeze i wonder what joy will course through my say your watch you watch you as you try to figure out the world...will i miss your first words...or when you crawl...the first time you try to walk will i be there to catch you when you fall...your first birthday...will i be the dad you need me to be....will i fail...all these questions and the worst one i havnt even said....i hate to think it but it has came into my mind every once in a while...what if i never get to meet you...never have the chance to fail or never watch you never have a chance to love never be a father...what if my dreams never become reality....

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The Child, 1 2 1

A spirit as fragile as glass
A soul virgin in depth
As innocent to the world as to him or herself.
A stranger to emotions, a vessel covered in flesh and a unknown purpose here, on this earth  
to be discovered , yet.
Circumstances surrounding his or her conception is not known, but the child is a "gift" from 
one... to two...then back to one.
The Child is "joy" whether a daughter or son.
A world commanded by nine and not by ten, created of three, defined as one.
Let the writer's write about the child's world in view and inform the Gatekeeper to prepare to review .  

copyright @2004,2010 by Carrie M. Love-Atkins  

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Young Heart

From my youth,
I knew no goodness 
Teach me His truth
So that I will meet success

I hope I'm making little progress

From my youth,
I knew very little at first
Teach me Your truth 
Or I'll remain in thirst

I thirst for His spirit - to renew my faithfulness

I have a nourished heart
But, evilness broke it apart
I had an energetic soul  
But agony took its toll 

And now I pray
To Him who mends us all
To save my young heart
From the fear of losing control...

Do I still have an innocent, 
Young heart? 

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Little Girl

Little girl
With her visions and prayers...
Suffering in silence from endless nightmares. 
A broken family
So much responsibility... 
Hurting deep inside so other's can't see.
Giant, gentle eyes
Penetrate the soul
The little girl sees more than anyone knows.
Empathic virtues
Create bountiful waves
Breaking these chains the pitiful enslaves
Wide open heart
Locked up and jailed pride
She's able to let go of her anger inside.
Unable to stay
Trapped in time
She knew to go forward, she had to stop 'rewind'
Frozen for a moment
The ice melts away
The sun warms her heart in a motherly way.
Infinite excuses
Become lessons learned
Gratitude is given, and so it is earned
Innocent little girl,
All hope invested in Heaven
Learned the secret of her life before she was 7
Her lesson was hard
Fighting darkness with a match
Finding the spark that ignites with nothing to scratch
But through all the bad
She searched for the good
And finally she found it upon where she stood
So listen to me close
And take this seriously
I know for a fact this is fact...because that little girl... was me.

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Bullying ruin lives

Every day in school
They would pick on him
And threaten to kill his mom
If he reported them

The constant abuse 
And the physical attacks
For months he took it
And the teachers all turn their backs

The shame and humiliation
His peace of mind and sanity is gone
The hurt in his heart 
While the girl he likes helplessly looks on

The frustrations of the parents
Seeing their only child health decline
And the teachers who turn a blind eye
Telling them everything in school is fine

The attempt of suicide one night
When the father saw him with knife
Asking if he will go to heaven or hell
If he takes his own life

The tear of the kidney
For the force of the kicks and blows
The lost of appetite and weight
The suffering only he alone knows

But he did open his mind he said
I can’t got through another year like this
And when they were arrested then many
Told the press what they had witness

Today he is trying to get back his life
But his road is pave with bad memories
And sometimes he almost reaches the end
And then get scared of the shadows of the trees

Then he is right back where he started
And then he has to start again with frustration
Sometime lashing out at his parents and family
Trying to get some much need attention

Looking at him very quite sitting alone
Wondering what’s going on in his poor mind
And wishing to that one day god will
Bring him the peace he so much wants to find

He is a fighter and his will are very strong
Yes today he is along way from there
And I know that eventuality the time will come
His smile will return that has now disappear

The war must be over for now
But every day he has a battle to face
But in the end he will be victorious
And get back his life that has been misplace

So many kids has and are being bulled
And some are talking their own lives
For when you feel all hope is gone
Then it’s very hard to survive

They are sick and tired of the abuse,
and they little minds fought so hard, so very long,
And was just couldn’t make it
through the pain, and stayed strong.

I wish all students will look after the weak
The ones who are very quite and shy
And if the teachers and students do this
Then so many of our children will not have to die

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I have hope for the hatred and anger to settle.
I have hope the days to come I can weather,
I have hope there will be no more stones
thrown, Hope that no more children groan,
hope for there to be peace, hope that people
stop fighting for their peice,
hope no suffering man women or child loses
hope, Hope they soon stand together to
fight the greed, Hope for more of them to
read, read into this war or that unnessecary death.
I have hope tomorrow my grandchild or
children are still able to take a breath,

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what's your choice

Choose life not death
                         Choose God’s word not Meth

Choose hope not despair
                             Choose love not an empty affair
Choose to seek not to hide
                                    Choose respect not your pride

Choose freedom not chains
                                 Choose contentment not pain

Choose home not the streets
                                   Choose victory not defeat.

It’s your choice.

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the joining


Three different women - three different cases
All gave birth to satin and laces.
One black, one oriental, one white
What they had in common was they all
Gave birth the same night.

The BLACK child was six pounds  three
Brown eyes and as beautiful as can be.
The ORIENTAL  child was five pounds nine
Jet black hair and looking fine.
The WHITE child was eight pounds three
Blue eyes, blond hair, skin fair.

All confined to the same ward and about five feet apart
All loving mothers with the kindest of hearts.
They all talked for hours on end
And made a pact that they would remain friends.

To their surprise they all lived close by.
Every weekend their families would get together
And it seemed that life couldn’t get better.
And every year on the girls birthday
They’d get together to celebrate.

NOW ! The point that I want you to see
Is if they could do it, WHY can’t we?

Why can’t all nations put aside their bigotry and hate
And join together to celebrate , just what GOD has given
And make this life on earth worth living.


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True Love Given Reflections of Love

Moments to Reflect
True Love

As I look up into the night sky, oh what a beautiful sight the stars shining are so bright. I think about my Lord and my heart swells and fills with so much joy that the Father of all has created such wonders in the heavens above. So much beauty, so much love.
This cause me to reflect upon my existence on this earth, why was I given birth, what is my purpose on this earth? These questions laid profoundly on my mind and brought tear to my eyes.

I got down on my knees and ask my Lord please explain it to me. From my heart came pouring out all of my thoughts along with all of my doubts.
To my lord I did say, what is it that you want from me, for I do the things that I do not want to do, and the things that I want to do, I cannot seem to do, why am I such a fool I feel like am doom?

What is wrong seems so right and doing what is right is so hard for me to do, am hurting so deep within all I want is this pain to end.
My life is filled with so many ups and down I cannot keep my feet on solid ground. I feel like am on a roller coaster and it headed hell bounded. I pray that this is not my fate it‘s Heaven’s gate that I seek and I pray that it not too late.

Then as the tears began to fall and my heart started to break; all of a sudden I felt this warm embraces. I have never in life expected such love, such comfort, or joy, and then suddenly all my pain was gone and I heard the angels singing a wonderful song. In my mind eye I could see my Lord and savior sitting on His throne looking at me.

He smile and said to me; life is worth living and this is why it was given, trials and tribulation are just part of the deal and I know that this is a bitter pill.
It in your nature to sin my child but this you can end if you walk in the light and let me come in. My yoke is easy and I make your burdens light so just ask me to forgive you of your sins for with me in your comer this fight you will win. 

Then you will be heaven bound and sin will never be able to hold you down. The guide if you decide to be at my side is written in my living words. Read them and heed them and satan will frown and you will no longer be hell bound.
Then the Lord said to me, I tell you this my little lamb,  I Am who I Am and I came into this world a long time ago, my Father sent me to earth to show His child the way. 
I became a living sacrifice and paid a debt that was not mine; so that you might find a way back home and be by my side. Rejoice; rejoice all is not lost, for I have paid the cost.

If you think that the star in the heavens are a wonderful sight; you now see what I see when I created thee. My love has no boundaries, it all for the asking if you put your faith in me. 

Trust in me with all of your heart and in this you will find the ultimate peace of mind. 
Bless you my little lamb your time was well spent praying to upon your knees. The seed has been planted and I will harvest the crops and separate the wheat from the weeds and cast them they into the lake of fire where them will suffer for all eternity. 
Having faith in me is well founded, Heaven or hell which will it be? Loving Me will set you free and guarantee you life for all eternity. This is true love that comes only from ME
the Reflections of LovePoetry

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My Little Boy Lost

My Little Boy Lost
by Katherine Huffman
Hello? My son, are you here?
I can't see you, I can't find you, why aren't you near?

As I walk the streets in search of you, 
I feel a pull, a tug, not sure what to do.
I passed the park as I looked for my boy, 
Even passed our play spot, but in my sight, not even a toy.
After everywhere I thought that I could go, 
There was one place, but it can't be right, this is all I know.

Hello? My son, are you here?
I can't see you, can't find you,
Why can't I feel you near?

This evening begins as I lay to rest my head, 
There are some things I'm unsure of, 
Like making your tiny bed.
Oh God, whats happening, haven't I counted your toes?
What about cradling your head or kissing your little nose?
What are these things I am unsure of, have I even done? 
Where are you, where are you my precious son?

Mommy lays here, in tears, her face on something cold.
Where are you my son, it's you I need to hold.
I've searched all day, it's turning into night,
I'm tired, I'm lost, but I still won't give up this fight.
My eyes start to close, slumber is far too near 
If I fall asleep, I may miss seeing you my dear.

Next thing I know, as I wake to the sun.
Wondering what it is, what has been done?
As I sit, my eyes focus, I start to look around.
Then, for some reason, they are drawn to the ground.
As I look, I see what has become,
This can't be, what's happening, where am I my son?

That cold my face last night laid upon, 
Was a marker, with your name, 
Of your body my little one.
Those things I wasn't sure if I'd ever done, 
Were but the memories, I'd hoped to make with you my son.

You were here, I know you were here 
My beautiful, precious son.
You were in mommies arms, such a little one.
As though it were as simple as reading a book,
I start to realize
These tangled webs have become unhooked.

That tug, that pull that led your mommy here, 
It was your spirit, it was your soul, 
It was your heart my little dear.

Here you were, here you were, 
Right with me, so very near.
My little boy, my son, 
Mommies little one was here.
You see? You led me where I needed to go.
For it was well past the time,
To accept this I know.

I feel a tug, I feel a pull.
I feel like I need to hurry, 
Like I have to go.
There is someone I remember,
I need to get to I know.
He's a small one, a little boy. 
He's your brother, my son, 
He's pulling, he's tugging, 
Needing mommy my little one.
I have to leave, I have to go, 
To find my baby, my son.

Oh Thank You my boy,
For bringing me here.
For letting my mind begin to see clear.
You showed me the way, 
I now see the light.
I am so close, so near in this dark night.

So here you are, here you are, 
With mommy, my baby is so very near.
You are in my heart, my mind, 
And this little brother of yours, my dear.

My little boy lost, my little boy lost, 
it's you I have found.
You were there with me,
as I slept on that ground.

Hello? My son, are you here?
I can see you, mommy found you, 
In my arms I hold you so near.
I've bathed you, I've clothed you, 
And cradled your head.
I counted your toes,
I bent in and kissed that little nose.
As you fell asleep in your bed.

Without him, 
Would these be memories
we are making my dear?
Without him would mommy, 
Be able to hold you so near?

We have a little angel to watch over us for all nights.
In spirit, with us, his soul,
Our endless guiding light.
He's your big brother, my son, my precious little one. 
He's right here, a part of you, 
Never again to be gone.

My little boy lost, my little boy lost,
It's you, I can see.
I have to Thank You 
For guiding me!

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Success born

5th january2012.

Before you read the poem please put together the first alphabet of each line to understand the theme…success personified (acrostic style with rhyme)

Seeds sown at the child’s birth, Understand that to be born in sin, there is no dearth. Cease to reason why the mother her name is always betrayal, Come on we all know her best girl friends are struggle, heartache, disappointment and denial. Ease into the child ears soft strain of lullabies of hardship,sorrow,grief and of people on trial. Sure we are that the father his name is sufferings, his buddies are tragedy and despair, Sweet child of the unholy union can be the one to get the electric chair, ……………………………… But is known as SUCCESS if given tender loving care, Oh its roots are always never too rich, that of multimillionaire. Rise from the crowd below and climb the steps of glory, Now on is the only aim for him so that in his memoir he can write a fine story….

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For What is it You Seek

For what is it you seek?
Asked the wise man,
The child replied “I seek all that is right and good”
The wise man pondered that thought,
What is right and good in your mind?
The child spoke,
What is right and good is:
And Love.

The wise man spoke but soft and stern,
Why must money be your first thought and love your last?
Is this not just the world’s demons of want?

The child again spoke, yet timid this time,
For sir, money is needed for survival
From what I have been taught it can buy me,
A roof over my head,
Food for me to eat,
Beauty and health,
And I have seen it could bring love.

The wise man complexed stated,
For son, you have been swayed from the truths,
For money is just a tool,
Yes you could put a roof over your head,
And buy food,
But is it a big roof or just what is needed,
Is the food you buy steaks or ground beef?
The more you want, the more money you will need,
You are a child of GOD, beauty you have.
Health is from your father in heaven,
Love could not be bought,
Only lust is bought! And it leaves you empty,
For true love has been given,
To all who want it, from the day we are born to the day we die,
That comes through choice,

The child boasted,
But Sir, 
What is it that you have to show in your life?
Sandals on your feet,
A gown on your back,
Scars on your body,
Truly this is not what you wanted.

The wise man’s voice calm and soothing replied,
Son, what I have I have given for you.
SH- 02/10

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No matter how distracting the worries of Monday
No matter how disturbing the problems of Tuesday
No matter how needy the prayers of Sunday
There is one healing glow without dismay

I'll tell you just one time, it's a burn
That burn that puts to rest all wrongs
Resurrecting the joy of life along
The song that plays better than all songs

It's a miracle hidden in the skin of a woman
It's a life, a glow waiting to be human
It's that color paint that looks so calm
It is divine, pure, it is the HEALING BALM

Like a hymn you just want to sing
Like making a stop at the Golden City
Th Healing Balm is that held within
It's the unborn child of your lovely dreams

I was once that Healing Balm
You too were once that Healing Balm
So don't let it go out
STOP ABORTION!... and let the Balm perform its miracle

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Path Warn Down

The shore is what I have seen since I was little
     when I grew up it was so far in the distance to see.
Walking the distance when I was a child I was so brittle
     to notice the path was so warn out to me.

The little strides I took was not so bad
     it was just how it ended up when my mother had my hand.
She pointed out to the horizon to make me glad
     that I could look out and see the sand.

The look in her eyes was so beautiful 
     it was one of those moments that can be captured.
My mother showed me the path and told me to be careful
     to not worry about the pain she pictured.

The final walk up to get home was a bummer
     because it was the sign that ended my time their.
My time at the beach and the sea was the end of summer
     that is when I said, I will be back I swear.

The path might be warn more and more out
     even when time passes and when I get older.
My memories of my mother and I will last with out a doubt
     with time I get smarter and much bolder.

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Christmas by the Sea


I've spent Christmas in the mountains
And in the city with flowing fountains
But the best Christmas by far for me
Was when I spent Christmas by the sea

I looked at the water of azure blue
And felt serenity through and through
The whisper of the waves upon the shore
Sent thoughts of joy to every pore

I remembered the times of Christmas past
The memories that will always last
When we would rise on Christmas morn
And read of the day when  Christ was born

The child who in a manger lay
The Christ Child born to show the way
To salvation free for you and me
These things I ponder here by the sea

I raise my hands to God above
I thank Him for his boundless love
A love so great, He sent His Son
We'll live with Him when life is done

So if you have an opportunity
To spend a Christmas by the sea
Listen to the sound of the ceaseless waves
And think of the Christ Child who came to save

Gaze at the beauty of the ocean blue
And feel the love He had for you
If you do, perhaps you'll see
Why I love Christmas by the sea

	Curtis Moorman
	1 September 2011

	Inspired by my 8 year old grandson

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Raise up a child in the way he should go,
And when he is old he won't stray;
And teach him the laws of good common sense,
To ensure his well being, and pray;

And remember to teach by example as well,
For in preaching he hears only words.
He must see these ideals at work in your life,
To accept them in his and concur,

To live each new day the best that he can,
And cleave to the straight, narrow path;
For they learn what they live, these children of ours,
And today's all the time that we have.

                                                                              Proverbs 29:15

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God Knew Me Before I Was Born

God Knew Me Before I Was Born! God knew me, before I existed! He was there, before my name was listed! Before I was born, he had a divine plan! He was there, before I reached out my hand! Before I knew who I even was, or my name… His life for mine, way why his son came! Before I could put on my shoes and clothes… He had called me! It was I… That he chose! Before I was old enough to make up my own mind… He was there waiting! So patient and kind! Before I became an adult… I refused to believe! Whatever God offered... I didn’t want to receive! Before too long… I had my own family and home. But then family left me... And I was alone! Before God… I came, and cried and repented! The inside of my mind felt confused and tormented! Before I really knew what was actually going on… God reached inside and forgave me of past wrongs! Before the next day was coming about… I found a new love and peace throughout! Before God, I know that he’s changed me! I have found a new life for eternity! Won’t you come before God and accept him too? You’ll never know what he can do for YOU! By Jim Pemberton

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Living Her Life

She sees the pains,
Which her native folk have gained.
She changed from a little girl
To someone who has always had the potential
To change her own little personal inner world.
As a child she never went through
What some other children of her people
Had went through themselves.

She used to never knew how the roots
Of all her people’s issues
Were and are so controversial.
Blessed was she, as a very young child,
For not knowing fully all the reasons why.

Blessed that she is and will always be
Full of feeling, and always quietly wondering “Why?”, 
Now she is filled with new knowledge and a developing sense of wisdom 
Within her own individual mind.
She is now what she had always
Envisioned and imagined before, since her elementary days.
She is (“I am...”) not entirely that same little girl anymore.
She is now one of the many of that particular kind.

Within her imagination is a longed 
Wanting of finally revealing 
The truths she has discovered and
How her people must change for the better.
Throughout her whole life, which she’s lived through so far,
She maintains a heart filled with feelings, 
A mind filled with knowledge
And a slight emotional immaturity as representation
That her inner child self is still alive on the inside.

Her inner and past child self (who was different from all the rest,
But was also similar to them when at their best).
Never truly knew how far she’d come in life.
(As of right now and forever into the future)
How she has grown and maintained herself
Is how she had made that (her) inner voice in her head and 
Had also long ago already acknowledged her true self.

She still stands in her own believing faith and faith in herself
And her lack of prejudice is what makes her naive thinking
Make her own days in her life far brighter than what others say
As they discourage her from doing 
Or trying to pursue something grand and part of a divine plan.
Even after times and tribulations involving doubting tremble.

Blessed she is for being so whole in her own presumed thoughts,
Blessed she is for logical thinking based on emotion and feelings.
Blessed she will always be, for Christ himself said to a woman
(who was suffering from something for more than 12 years), 
“Your faith is what made you whole.”
Now she thinks...
“Grateful and blessed I am, to the point of tears of joy and sorrow of how I used to doubt.
I now forever know what my life will be like beyond tomorrow.”

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True Love

Moments to Reflect
True Love

As I look up into the night sky, oh what a beautiful sight the stars shining are so bright. I think about my Lord and my heart swells and fills with so much joy that the Father of all has created such wonders in the heavens above. So much beauty, so much love.
This cause me to reflect upon my existence on this earth, why was I given birth, what is my purpose on this earth? These questions laid profoundly on my mind and brought tear to my eyes.

I got down on my knees and ask my Lord please explain it to me. From my heart came pouring out all of my thoughts along with all of my doubts.
To my lord I did say, what is it that you want from me, for I do the things that I do not want to do, and the things that I want to do, I cannot seem to do, why am I such a fool I feel like am doom?

What is wrong seems so right and doing what is right is so hard for me to do, am hurting so deep within all I want is this pain to end.
My life is filled with so many ups and down I cannot keep my feet on solid ground. I feel like am on a roller coaster and it headed hell bounded. I pray that this is not my fate it‘s Heaven’s gate that I seek and I pray that it not too late.

Then as the tears began to fall and my heart started to break; all of a sudden I felt this warm embraces. I have never in life expected such love, such comfort, or joy, and then suddenly all my pain was gone and I heard the angels singing a wonderful song. In my mind eye I could see my Lord and savior sitting on His throne looking at me.

He smile and said to me; life is worth living and this is why it was given, trials and tribulation are just part of the deal and I know that this is a bitter pill.
It in your nature to sin my child but this you can end if you walk in the light and let me come in. My yoke is easy and I make your burdens light so just ask me to forgive you of your sins for with me in your comer this fight you will win. 

Then you will be heaven bound and sin will never be able to hold you down. The guide if you decide to be at my side is written in my living words. Read them and heed them and satan will frown and you will no longer be hell bound.
Then the Lord said to me, I tell you this my little lamb,  I Am who I Am and I came into this world a long time ago, my Father sent me to earth to show His child the way. 
I became a living sacrifice and paid a debt that was not mine; so that you might find a way back home and be by my side. Rejoice; rejoice all is not lost, for I have paid the cost.

If you think that the star in the heavens are a wonderful sight; you now see what I see when I created thee. My love has no boundaries, it all for the asking if you put your faith in me. 

Trust in me with all of your heart and in this you will find the ultimate peace of mind. 
Bless you my little lamb your time was well spent praying to upon your knees. The seed has been planted and I will harvest the crops and separate the wheat from the weeds and cast them they into the lake of fire where them will suffer for all eternity. 
Having faith in me is well founded, Heaven or hell which will it be? Loving Me will set you free and guarantee you life for all eternity. This is true love that comes only from ME

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Child of Woe

Oh child of woe indeed - darker than the night,

What will it take for you to finally see the light?

The sacrifice was made - nailed to a rugged tree,

Thorns that pierced His brow, as He bled for you and me.

When tears have dimmed the eyes and your heart is rent in two,

You’ve wandered from the path and doubt what you should do,

The Redeemer’s name is JESUS, SON OF GOD above,

He feels your every sorrow and covers them in love!

Gray days will come to be when Satan steals your dreams,

And people you have trusted were not as they did seem,

Remember, there is JESUS, the one and faithful friend,

He will stand beside you always - until the very end!

So believe within your heart and ask the Savior in,

Trusting he will forgive you of each and every sin!

The child of woe will die, a child of grace will find life,

For there is no other way- but the SAVIOR JESUS CHRIST!

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Abortion poem

Tears running down her 
saddened face
Closing the door, quickly 
looking behind
Wondering why she walked into 
this place
Does anyone know what she 
just did?

A messed up life, brought on by 
Needing help, but where?
Searching for love and only 
getting used
Waking up one day, a new life 
growing inside her

Confusion clouded by doubt 
and fear
What should she do right now?
Fearing rejection and 
judgement from others 
Walking into the clinic, it would 
be ok somehow

As soon as the procedure was 
Tears of regret flowed down her 
The heart beat of a life once 
Disappeared, gone without a 

A voice that would never utter 
a word
A powerful silence for the 
Quickly ushered in the arms of 
The Lord
Precious life, never to return 

If you are carrying all this guilt 
inside of you
Please know that the Savior 
sent His Son to die 
He took your sins and all mine 
Died a cruel death, because He 
loves you!

We need to turn from all our sin
Put our faith in the holy Lamb 
of God
Don't carry all your guilt within
There's hope and forgiveness 
through the Son

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Universal Children

A child I am, a child of love
Seeking my universal home
Seeking the creator of my being
Building my faith and courage 
Love, my foundation
My spirit, navigating me 
To where I originate from

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To Be a Child Again by Kenny Davis

To Be a Child Again by Kenny Davis

I see the children of today
Their smiles take me away
To my times as a child
And the games that I would play

To be a child again
Means to be taken to an imaginary place
Where a box could be a house or race car
Or a ship in outer space

To be a child again
Means Mother is God in my eyes
My father is like my hero
Like Superman in the skies

To be a child again
There are many times, I would smile from ear to ear
I would jump into my parent’s loving arms
With nothing left to fear

To be a child again
Full of bedtime stories and fairy tales
Whether it was Jack and the Beanstalk
Or Jack and Jill with their water pails

To be a child again
My life filled with Mother Goose
The tails of Humpty Dumpty
And Green Eggs and Ham from Dr. Seuss

Now that I have grown
I recall my times as a child
So young, so innocent
So reckless and wild

To be a child again
My parents would wipe away every tear
It is all of those tender moments as a child
That I will always hold dear

© June 2009 k.davis

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A little girl found a kitten.
As she walked down the street.
She took it home to her house.
To give it food to eat.

The kitten missed it's mother.
It would cry and then meow..
The little girl held it close.
To try to help somehow.

After just a little while.
Holding the kitten next to her.
She noticed that the kitten.
Would then begin to purr.

She began to realize.
The difference in the sound.
Of a kitten that is lost.
And the kitten that is found.

Edwin C Hofert

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A smile in a thought of a "forever" like this.
A dream from a star's one wish.
A love of a life from a fairy tale one told
To a child with an imagination worth a whole pot of gold.

Can you really put a value to something like this?
Like that feeling you get from your last first kiss?
Or the dreams that come true from a shooting star's wish?
There's no value worth more than all this.

A song from a night from a heart's first glance.
A sway from a dress from a love's first dance.
A rose from a thorn from a child's freedom.
A ring from a night from a tear from one.

Can you really put a value to a moment like this?
To a second in time so carefree as this?
To a heartbeat caused by pure peace and bliss?
To a child's eye lit by a shooting star and a wish?

Could you tell me what it's worth?
Or could you tell me which came first?
Was it hope for a future unknown,
Or happiness from the love that's shown?
Was it a dream from a fairy tale,
Or optimism after every fail?
Because the child that I've never seen
Is one without a single dream.

So tell me,
Can you really put a value to this?
To a first kiss?
A child's wish?
Pure bliss?
To this?
To this moment looking into your eyes?
To a fairy tale defined
By you and I.

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The Touched Child Within

I feel lost in a world of madness and fear,
even after gaining truth over the years.

My mind is in numbers, ideas, and in strong words,
my thoughts are running in deep values by the herds. 

I question, when will this craziness stop, 
will my emotions hit rock bottom or will they flow over like an uncontrollable boiling pot.      

Then I remember that special place, 
where darkness and sadness are not to traced. 
Love and happiness rules this land, 
every moment there makes one feel grand. 

I go to be curious, adventurous, and free,
to giggle and smile with a heart filled of glee. 

The wonders and joys of this amazing space, 
brings all much hope and grace. 

Where is this place do you ask,
to explain its whereabouts isn't an easy task. 

So I'll give you a hint on where to find yours, 
it may even help open some doors. 

The place isn't even really a place it's a who, 
it's that warm hearted child in you. 

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A child is born in time of war 
Neglect of love to grow 
A child is born to live by strength  
And tough for her to show

To show a side is sometimes kept 
In behind her heart 
Like missing out on things not given 
A chance to be a part

A part of her development 
To show her gift to dance 
Tap away on stage perform 
For her there was no chance

Down the chain but not for her
She passed on to her girls
Dressed them up of costumes made 
Of sequins, lace and pearls

From child of beauty, adult same 
Raised three girls to heights 
Taught us self respect and worth 
Much the same our rights

The lesson learnt to care for all
Explained just like no other
In her eyes I've seen it said
To me this is my mother

A breath I take to write this poem 
Coz in my gloom be near
And rush upon my place she does 
To help remove my fear

Above my bed my black cloud fog
mum here close and giving 
Help me fade away the pain 
To love in her is living

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A Mother's Love

     The depths of the oceans
     The heights of the mountains
          aptly and vividly describe 
          what affection
     A mother has
          for her baby.

    Sweet crescendos
          of lullabies
    Bursts of staccato 
    Splash of rondo 
    She sings to salve
         his soul from moments
         of discomfort
    Gives him a hope 
         for life 
    And much happiness.

    Once born into this world
         of struggles
    Every child must
         survive it;
     He earnestly seeks
         for the warmth
         of a good mother.

    No one teaches
         a young one
    How to suck milk 
         from her mother’s breasts;
    Each newly born
         has some instincts
    This would assist his growth
         as he marches to face the 
        of the coming days.

    None can however measure
        his mother’s express desire
    That her child should live to
         see her wildest dreams
         come into reality.

    Oh, what love a 
        mother has.

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A New Day Of Praise

The child set the wood against her raised chin
High up, to place the very last big piece
No less assured of her father's great praise
Than at anytime had ever she been
Wanting to fulfill his expectations
Of a child who was very brave and strong
But could not draw the water from deep well
For the rope was much to long__well deep
My father loved me so so much he did
He always came to my aide__ease my load
By telling me (my child) that's too heavy a load
As I drew that heavy water, each turn
Would get much harder_just in nick of time
There he would step by my side__reach for rope
Ease the strain, ease my load _my father_(my) guide
As the red sun rises, the birds chirp thank you Father for this day

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Let's All Shout

Religion has carried us far through the years-
Picked cotten for the white man - shed many tears.
Kept them happy nothing else to live for-
They gave the master their best - he wanted more.
Worked all day, we did, from dust until dawn-
Tho' blistery hands - master shout "Boy work On!
You aint tired boy!- you think your works done?"
Look up boy! Don't you still see the sun!?"
As I looked up I heard my father calling me-
Said "The storm cloud will pass my child, you'll see.
Beat in our heads- we didn't have any doubt-
Sealed our praise with a with a Victory Shout!

I see the mother waiting for her child to come home-
Singing, "Precious Lord, please lead me on"
Just look at the child - tears fill his eyes-
Tries to find love-wants no compromise.
Look at the father who can't make ends meet-
Leaving his burdens all at Jesus' feet.
Jesus, way maker- nothing else for him to do-
Shouts! Because Jesus will bring him through.

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A Balance of Power

When a child was a child
A man was young and strong
As A child was growing well
A man was getting old
And losing living strength

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A Child's Wish

A child goes to bed at night and has trouble falling asleep, tears flow from her blue eyes she tries not to make a peep. Her mother and father argue each and every day, this child has a nightly wish she makes it every time she prays. "God bless mommy and daddy but, please, help them see, I cry every night because they fight over me." "Please here my prayers God help my mommy and daddy, I feel so sad inside they don't know the pain they cause me." "I'm not a bad little girl they keep arguing every day, God, I now ask of you this make my hurt go away." Copyright © Cynthia Jones Oct.4/2006

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Am I Near Heaven

Am I Near Heaven.
A little boy and his went for a walk on Wednesday.
They came up on a big mountain that touch the sky.
The little boy said," we are going to climb up there today!"
                The dog barked.
They climbed for miles and miles. Up and up. Towards the sky
When they where almost to the top. He looked down to see the town.
As they climbed higher and higher the town became smaller and smaller.

When they got to the top. All they could see was clouds.
He could hear the birds below but no trees he could see.
He turn to his dog, a friend indeed, he asked with a look of need,"  Am
I near Heaven?"
   For just days ago his mother had died. and he wanted to be near..

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come home my child

Come home my child
for my Love for you I can not hide
Come home my child 
for to you my arms are open wide
I am sorry if somehow we have not been able to stay in touch
but you can be assured that I Love you very very much
Come home my child
you are the apple of my eye
you mean everything to me
and that's the way it will always be
Come home my child
I'll welcome you no matter what you say or do
come home my child 
my Love will always be here for you 
I understand if you need to take a little more time
for in my heart you'll always be mine.

How much parents dote on their children and Love them so much, We are all Gods' children 
and he Loves' us more than anything, he waits for us to return home just like any Loving 
parent does, he waits with his arms open wide, his door will never be closed when you knock 
he will answer, to all Gods' Lost children everywhere he truly Loves you and he will always 
care, Just call on him and he will be there.  God bless you all from Diane.

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A Brief Testimony

I testify
He's real
This is my testimony
Unexplained gifts
Only done by he
I need a place to stay
My credit is standing in the way
A miracle done by he
A two bedroom for my child and me
A check in the mail
Only done by he
Now I may eat and now I may feed
My child is disabled
Disabled physically but gracefully it's not mentally
I need a car to get from point A to point B and by the grace of God that car was given and bought by me
So now you see and hear my testimony
I testify God is real
From the problems I've overcome to the people he put in my life
Yes it's a struggle but guess what it's apart of life
I testify it is he who gets me through everything

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My First Love

My First love you are the reason I am alive. You are the reason I keep climbing 
the treacherous mountain of life. You have tenderly placed my bruised and torn 
heart in the palm of your hands.  You have been with me from the beginning. 
When all hope is lost when all my dreams are shattered.  There you always are 
waiting patiently and sensitively dancing your way into my heart.
When my heart feels like it’s been abandoned and my tears are swimming 
fiercely to reach the seashore of new hopes and dreams.
I suddenly am awaken like a new born child and for the first time I can see that 
you have always been there waiting for me and loving me unconditionally       

My innocence as a child was stolen but you gave it back to me by blessing me 
with a young heart and a very youthful appearance. So that by your grace I can 
bask in the beauty of youth without fear and scars.  

I have been betrayed by those close to my heart but you stepped in and blessed 
me with courage and strength and unveiled the beauty of my heart.

You have blessed me with the finest pearls, my children that shape my heart

You have shined your light in the fabrics of my heart and manifested compassion 
and covered in your blood, gently stepping in the fountains of the waters of life a 
rainbow of empathy made a home in my heart. 

You are my first love, you are the reason I am alive and my children the pearls 
that shape my heart.  I love you.


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A man is judged not by his fall, but how he rises up. 
Examples come not from the heights, but from adversity's cup.

The strength we gain while fallen down is what our child perceives. 
The transparent heart acquired from pain reveals what we believe.

A common man will fold his hand. His honor, in pity, dies. 
But men of strength will rise again, through faith in God on High.

Burdens found, in fires walked through, to God is very clear;
Trust Him to stand in midst of trials for strength to persevere.

Tho eyes will see and ears will hear, our failures worn on sleeves, 
The test is how we demonstrate that which we believe.

The test of faith cannot be won while we are walking tall; 
But only as our life is crushed and on our face and small.

Wisdom's truth will not be found, nor can it be discerned, 
Except with trials and failures lived, unveiling what we learn.

Beware the tests that follow trials, from which you stand or run. 
How you rise above the fire... is who your child becomes.

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His Story

In a nutshell, here’s the story
Of this Guy and she who bore He
On the surface this description
Reads a lot like science fiction
When a young girl gets a visit
From a being – human isn’t
He tells her that she’s now with child
Though she’s never “Girls Gone Wild”
No, this girl with virgin bod
Hears she’ll have the son of God
And then this being finds this gent
Tells the story – gets his consent
They marry and go on this trip
The child is born, the heavens rip
The beings sing out “Peace on Earth”
And all rejoice then at this birth
The child grows up a normal kid
Doing things that all kids did
But when the kid becomes a man
He carries our his Father’s plan
He heals the sick; makes blind men see
The lame to walk; cures leprosy
Says his power’s from above
Tells them of his Father’s love
Asks them all to love their brothers
And worship God and have no others
Tells them of eternal days
If only they will change their ways
But he upsets the powers that be
They beat him; nail him to a tree
He dies; they put him in the ground
But three days later He is found
Back alive just like he said
Although he died – no longer dead
He said that this fulfilled the plan
That His Father had for man
He asked his friends to carry on
Then rose to heaven and was gone
He said he would return one day
To take us all to God His way
And all his friends then told his story
Of God’s love and His son’s glory

I fear that this, my poor depiction
Came across like science fiction
When in fact the story’s true
The Son of God came here for you
He lived; he died there on the cross
So that all life was not a loss
So sins could then all be forgiven
For all the dead or not yet livin’
He dies to unlock heaven’s gate
For all who love and give up hate
He lived and dies so we could see
The promise of eternity
And how through Him we can achieve
If we love – if we believe
That Jesus Christ – this peaceful lamb
Is one - the same - the Great I Am
That through Him we can rise above
And bask in the glory of God’s love
And all these blessings you’ll receive
If you in truth say you believe

Mdailey	5/23/11
This came to me at 3 AM - I grabbed paper and pen and started writing by the night 
light.  I was done at 4 and was then able to go back to sleep.  Hope it finds you in a 
receptive mood.

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His Child

I’m a child in heart 
I’m sensitive,
So don’t misuse it

I’m God’s special child
I need to respect 
My zealous Father

I need to honor Him
With my young heart,
I pray for freedom

How awesome are Your deeds? 

Relieve my heart’s ache
Help me escape 
From the darkened pit

I can be active
And beat that race 
I’m on God’s good side 
God’s mercy 
Aids me in times of trouble 

I appreciate His consideration 
He fulfills me with elation

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The Title of Most Importance To Me

The title of most importance to me,

Is that I'm God's child, not that

I'm a teacher, not that I'm an

Author,not that I'm a poet,

Not that I can sing, with God

Only I'm existing and I have

The ability to do these things.

I cannot do this on my own;

It is all because my Father,

My Creator, the Almighty God,

Sits high on the throne.

He didn't leave me alone

To die in sin. He sent His

Only son to help me win.

He died for me on Calvary.

I'm glad to be a child of God

The most important title to

Me than any other title in

The world because without

Him I could not perform well

At them. Without Him, I

Couldn't weather the storms,

And without Him titles will

Not be added and/or

I will not perform beyond

The norm. God is the best

Thing to ever happen to me.

Being His child is the title of

Most importance to me.


wrote 11-10-10

 " Jesus looked at them and said, “With man this is impossible, but with God all things are possible.”  Matthew 19:26

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aligned with cuteness;
it meows and it purrs,
showing a side of genuine innocence,
it even makes you playful.
to a child it's meaning is unlimited;
so precious and rare,
once you liked it,
you can never return it, again.
inspiration on it's own;
with pureness to be shown,
makes the true meaning of being the only child good enough in the world.

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Goodbye Cruel Booze


Goodbye cruel booze,
And take your negative consequences with you.
You have made me frown.
You have made me cry.
You have no arms to hold me.
And yet, you consumed my thoughts with the temptation of your embrace.

Goodbye cruel booze,
And take the false illusion of comfort with you.
You have made my friends and family hurt.
You have made my child cry.
You have nothing good to offer.
And yet, you consumed my thoughts with plotting, planning how I could sneak you into my room, like a college boy who wants to take advantage of me.

Goodbye cruel booze,
And take your shame and degradation with you.
You have made me lose my job.
You have made me forget what I said.
You have stolen my honesty, my integrity, my essence of me.
And yet, you consumed me with the thought that I couldn’t, shouldn’t live without you.

Goodbye cruel booze, 
And take your cunning, baffling power with you.  
I have learned how to smile.
I have learned how to laugh. 
Sobriety holds me in its solid embrace.
My friends and family are proud.
My child giggles.
 I have everything good offered to me.
I am one step away from my new job.
I remember that what I say matters.
I am honest, open, and willing.

Goodbye cruel booze.


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Some Sea Calls My Name

Some sea breaks in foam rushing around virgin shores made new by every wave and yet some see nothing but water and sky while I see you which is everything but me yet including me too when I stand in your shoes Some see melted hearts singing as one throughout the night sailing from Jupiter to Mars in the span of one kiss layered in as many dimensions as their imagination can dream but I see you standing naked in the sunshine on a tranquil beach midday your ankles surrounded by foam that takes your breath away Some sea calls my name seducing me to walk on water like a child is drawn to birth but I worry how to make those steps unlike the child following her canal I misstep because I think while my former self small knew the way without worry and hence I fall through the waves the mountain in my path does not move and a mustard seed is too large to contain my faith

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The Cycle Lives On

A girl child is born given life brand new
To a mother so proud and a daddy too
Elsewhere mother gives a baby boy life
Daddy's not there he's at home with his wife
One day daddy's gone Baby girl wonders why
Baby boy hides his hunger so mommy don't cry
One mommy works from morning into the night
The other works streets sleeping thru daylight
Each mother making the best of her situation
Children denied mothers love and appreciation
Each child raise themselves all, alone
Kids with no childhood forced to be grown
A two parent love they'll never get to learn
15 years old to each others they will turn
Not knowing true love thinking theirs real
Only both parents love they sought to fulfill
A mother gives a girl life as they do a son
They're but babies, at 15 innocence gone
Reality of broken homes, the cycle lives on

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Fathers being robbed

Another father being robbed,
another supposedly mother try to deprive another man from doing his job,
another heart break,
so many mothers feel the need to take,
often spreading rumors their baby's fathers
are fake not allowing him his parental intake
while so many father's are being blamed 
but why do you try to shame the love another 
father is trying to claim.

Another father being robbed, 
no mother can truly do a man's job so don't 
get wrong because you think your love has good intentions and is that for you or the
Another father dragged through the courts,
so many women lying under oat,
getting away with perjury while leaving a the
child to go hungry of a father's teaching instead of learning the fundamentals of the bible's preaching.

So many father being robbed,
no credit to the ones doing a good job,
not enough recognition on father's day,
not a male model to teach them how to obey. 
A system that favours mothers but how
can any mother exercise the roles of a man,
why do so many mums fail to understand 
the natural nature that comes with man 
after all we're all human.

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the kingdom

the kingdom

verse) soaring high in the sky is the lord he is looking from his
throne and into the world. love, compassion reigns threw the valley's
for he is looking for his people to come to his castle. o'glorious o
illuminating god let your golden light surround me!

(chorus) kingdom bright bright oh so bright i love this flight
kingdom bright bright oh so bright i love jesus and all his might
i wander about he is my light. i am his child and he knows that
water fills his chalice and over flows just like his love i know
he loves me so.i walk with him to his heavenly castle hand 'n hand he
smiles and show me my plan

(verse) waterfalls splashing gardens with beautiful flowers i hear the
childrens laughter reign all around me. this is heaven this is heaven
eagles soaring and lions grazing i see i feel the love around me. the
lord guides me and he always will.

(chorus) kingdom bright bright oh so bright i love this flight
kingdom bright bright oh so bright i love jesus and all his might
i wander about he is my light i am his child and he know that
water fills his chalice and over flows just like his love i know
he loves me so i walk with him to his heavenly castle hand 'n hand he
smiles and shows me my plan.

(verse)my kingdom is the heaven of the creators (god's) arm all are
welcome into the kingdom, just knock and you shall be received . the
father has many mansions one for you and me. the angels sing oceans and
lakes forrests and trees he loves them too like you and me.

(verse) the angels play the trumpet as you walk threw the pearly gates
you  see a rainbow and a smile on god's face you get a new body and get
to see your friends but the greatest part of all is this is the end. no
more worrying, no more  suffering you will  be happy  within god's hands.
heaven is a wonderful place  for you and me!

copyrighted  by penny lapsley 2008

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My Strength Renewed, My Rock

On the day of July nine 
In the year of ninety and six. 
Her heart was so pure and so fine 
But too weak for the surgeon to fix. 
Her eyes still shown bright as day 
But her frail body had wasted away 
Her smile as warm as the love 
That she gave through Jesus above 
She knew she would not pull through 
But not one moment of sadness or blue 
Did she cast to her loved ones there 
Who waited and prayed for her care 
The Day was the twelfth of July 
The hours ticked endlessly by 
Many friends and family too 
People I never knew 
Came to say their farewells 
To a sister who with Jesus now sails 
On a peaceful and gentle tide 
To ever abide at his side 
As the service came to a close 
And the time was as everyone knows 
To cover her body with earth 
Though her spirit had now a new birth 
From out of the crowd stepped a child 
Who's heart like her grandmother's  was mild 
She picked up a shovel and prayed 
As everyone stood there dismayed 
Some tried to keep her from her task 
She looked to her Grandpa with eyes that ask 
He said to those who had tried 
To stop this child at the side 
Of her grandmother's still open grave 
With shovel in hand and heart so brave 
Let her be was his reply 
She's strong enough I won't deny 
She then began her chosen task 
Permitted to do what her heart had ask 
Shovel by shovel and tear by tear 
Her respect paid true to a lady so dear 
At the tender young age of only ten
This little girl whose life has been 
Directed and sculpted by the events of that day 
And by the grandmother who taught her to pray 
Just ten precious years she shared with her here 
But forever in her heart her grandmother is near 
I am the mother of this brave little child 
And never has any heart been so mild 
The day was the twelfth of July 
And to my Mother I said good bye 
A new strength was shown to me that day 
In the child I had birthed and taught to play 
Grandmother's shoes are not easy to fill 
But with a heart of gold and the strength and will 
She to this day has been my best friend 
In absence of Mother my rock to the end 
Now twelve years later a woman full grown 
No longer here with me, elsewhere on her own 
No matter the distance in miles or in time 
She still fills the shoes of that Mother so fine 
And knowing her task will never be done 
She looks to the Heaven's, The Father, The Son 
But also she looks for a glimpse now and then 
From the Grandmother she knows will hold her again

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Godly Expression

Godly expression
Character full of colour 
Many shades of beauty 
Seeds of greatness trapped within
A great mystery I desire to discover

So composed, a great masterpiece 
Clothed with stillness and humility
At times getting lost in thought
A great journey undertaken

Like the colours of the sunset 
You are blended with uniqueness
Like a cloud in the midst of a cloud-covered sky 
You stand out in the world 

Many will draw life from your utterances 
A river springs forth from within you
You are not meant to fit in
 Your unique design is God expressing Himself through you

Dedicated to Kamilah !Garus-oas					       March 2014

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I didn't cry
but I couldn't keep
the lubrication in my eyes,
such precious water in a dry time,

when they prayed 
for the children
that the world 
will protect them

and all the
other people's children 
passed with their teachers 
along the aisle.

It felt I was a thread 
in a great soft quilt,
like the one adorning
the gathering space.

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A cherub with a rosy face
and plenty of curly hair
that the breeze loved to lull,
more than the daises so fair;
and that was the closest comparison...
to the beautiful child he once was!

The youngest dreamer ever to be born
with eyes as bright and lively as stars,
such were his to take imagination
beyond every possible dimension;
and such was the closest comparison...
to see himself as the beautiful child he once was!

He grew up too fast with an instinct
that was immensely blessed;  so keen,
privileged and gallant seemed that fearless
kid not to be able to earn one's keep,
to make perfection the closest comparison...
to the beautiful child he once was!

The shady paths covered by the swanky pine trees,
were as dusty as any country road which needed rain,
and it came without ever wishing for it;  and he welcomed 
it by getting wet, to lose himself in its gentle peace;
and what other closest comparison would he have made?...
If not that of the beautiful child he once was without worry and pain!   

Entered in Deborah Guzzi's poetry contest

Copyright 2009  by Andrew Crisci

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another child is lying in the streets dead
another stray bullet has struck someone in the head
today a mother breaks down and begins to cry
because today one more child has unfortunately died
the youth of today are all about violence and intrusion
running wild causing havoc and confusion
they think having a gun or a knife makes them more of a man
but if they want to prove their manhood why don't they fight hand to hand
too lazy to get up and go out to earn an honest salary
but have the energy to rob hardworking you and me
gang bangers, drug dealers and your garden variety hoods
incapable of being productive or possess positive attitudes 
enough is enough, it's time for us to take control
if you see something, say something, we all play a role
enough is enough, get the weapons away from them
it might be enough to save another child in the end

pedophiles, sexual predators and rapists on the prowl
it's time for all parents to stand up right now
talk to your children and make them aware
that evil can be found everywhere
take an active role in your children's existence
stay on their case and in their face with loving persistence
we have enough youths running around acting like fools
make sure yours get an education and stay in school
many are victims of circumstances and have fallen through the cracks
no one ever encouraged them to stay on the right track
children having children and all we can expect
is a generation raised with no regard for life and no respect
enough is enough, it's up to society
to get away from welfare and jail mentalities
enough is enough, it's time to do something constructive
so the future generation may one day be more productive

in 2007 only 42,000 black youths got college degrees
but over 400,000 got sent to state and federal penitentiaries
what's wrong with this equation? these numbers can't be correct
how did so many young men become social rejects?
uneducated, unemployed, no future and no hope
how do we expect them to now learn to cope?
enough is enough, no child should be left behind
as adults we can't afford to lose any more young minds
enough is enough, let the future generation prevail
and stop thinking the solution to the problem is building more jails
we should be building more schools and learning facilities
and not use our tax dollars mostly for the military
enough is enough, too many youths have lost their lives
maybe it's time that we turn to the Lord Jesus Christ

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christmas manger

  it is said that this night was the most beautiful night.
every star in the sky was shining very bright
there was not a cloud in the sky as far as the eye could see.

yet! it was foretold to kings of three different nations.
that a woman was about to give birth
to a child which would save this earth.

they packed up everything that they would need
and traveled on this beautiful night
to see this most glorious sight.

when they saw this child with eyes so blue
they knew that this was true.
for this child had such piercing eyes
that it saw through them and touched the sky.
his eyes gave the kings such tranquility
and a flaming desire in their souls
that this child they wanted to hold.

as they passed him from one to another
they looked upon the blessed mary and joseph
kneeling in the hay.
that they all began to pray.

they blessed this child with more than gold
for throughout the world this story would be told.
and even till this very day
we thank god in every way, for this beautiful
child who was born that night.
to give all of mankind a belief greater than they
and to wash away-the sins that we are born with at birth.

they say that the location of the manger was never found
that with time it was torn to the ground.
yet! people come from all over the world
in search of that sacred place.
so that they may feel his grace.

they feel his presence and know he's there
to erase all their fears.
yet the search should not be on the ground
but thru his love found all around.
give of yourself all that you can
and he will give you the helping hand 

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She stood quietly on the edge,
Watching the waves below.
She was sure no one would miss her,
They wouldn’t even know.

Alone in a sea of people,
Blissfully unaware.
She was all but invisible,
No one knew she was there.

There were never any answers,
Just confusion and strife.
Like a piece of cosmic garbage,
Living a useless life.

She wondered if the fall would hurt,
Would she suffer at all?
What if she managed to survive,
Left crippled by the fall?

Perhaps her peers would notice then,
Though they’d try not to stare.
She wouldn’t be invisible,
At least they’d see the chair.

Then from behind her came a voice,
“Don’t do this!” it implored.
A little girl stood all aglow,
An angel from the Lord.

“Mommy, I can’t let you do it.
You’re worth more than you know.
If your life ends, mine can’t begin;
I’ll lose my chance to grow!”

The apparition startled her;
A child she never bore?
She couldn’t see how this could be,
But needed to know more.

The child became a teenager,
And addressed her again.
“I’ll need your patient wisdom when
My rebel years begin.”

She watched the vision change once more,
To a young woman now.
She said: “Who will plan my wedding,
The day I make that vow?”

Again she saw the image change,
And take her by the hand.
An old woman stood promising,
That soon, she’d understand.

Then all around the two of them
Stood people, young and old.
“Each of these is your descendant.”
‘Twas a sight to behold.

When the apparitions faded,
Only the child remained.
Saying: “Now do you understand,
 The things that I’ve explained?”

“There’s a reason for every life.
From king to serf to drunk.
And every soul is important,
For God does not make junk.”

With that, the vision disappeared,
And finally she knew;
Every person has a purpose;
God has a plan for you.

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The Healers Heart / 2001

The healer strove to mark the place
to walk with heart in hand. 
She placed her foot upon the path
and walked ‘pon ochre sand.

Her head was high, her gaze direct
the path before her steep;
to her goal with chattering teeth
the healer’s eyes did keep.

She went within the darkness deep,
earth's core she did explore;
with heart hearth lit and good intent
she visited earth's core.

The Mother had oft seen her there
and gifted her each day,
with lava, light, and wet warmth
the Mother watched her play.

Still, now the healer knew the truth,
a truth she must absorb.
Father lived in hearths held on high,
He was another force.

And, if the healer was to grow
help others come this way
she must go forth, rise, absorb
the upper light displayed.

With trembling lips and fearful sighs
on she purposefully strode, 
this child of clay, of lava formed,
to Father’s bright abode.

And, as she rose above the clouds
into the firmament
she lost her shape, as child of earth
gained oneness in ascent.

No boundaries now held her form
except His loving grace,
this cherished child of mud, of clay;
she took her solemn place.

“Light or Dark, neither good nor bad,”
a choice the Father said.
a place for all, a purpose too
and lessons learned instead.

So, the healer turned to earth
upon that golden day. 
She’d learned the joy of dark and light
found wholeness, in this way.

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Flawed, Beautiful

Does perfection equal beauty?
I believe not,
For those once youthful flowers that all seemed to rot,
Their dry crumbled petals I almost forgot,
Now dwell in my fragrant potpourri pot,
They are flawed, beautiful.

Perfection equals beauty,
If you think this is so,
Reflect on how the pure white snow,
We hope will make our holiday glow,
Has killed many a seed to grow,
It is flawed, beautiful.

Perfection equals beauty,
If you hold this to be true,
Reminisce about a child that you once knew,
Their innocence corrupted by the world’s ugly view,
That innocent child was once you,
You are flawed, beautiful.

Perfection equals beauty,
If this is all I see,
When I look at myself, I’ll never see me,
Only defects and ugliness, instead of what could be,
My perfectly ugly thoughts, I now set them free,
I am flawed, beautiful.

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Children of the Light

Children of light, Born of stardust
Living in a fragment, Living in a moment
Not to expire but to change, As all energy never dies
A vibration on the smallest singular molecular level 
An energy in everything even star dust
Dust which fed the primordial stew of earthly existence
And continues on in each of us
Children of light, Soon you shall shed the halo 
The coil of mortality, The frail limited body must go
Children of light, That vibration inside
 Will not cease but continue to thrive
As a Child of Light born from beyond time
Limited no longer by ties that bind
Oh Child of Light fear not the signs
For this life is but a moment by design
Children of the Light do not fear the eventual change
As you move forward from this confining space
Children of  Light there is no other way
You will be welcomed back into the warmth from which life began
As Children of the Light we shall all meet again
Bound by the very stardust, energy and vibration of the cosmos
And never to have to say good bye again
Good Bye sweet child of the light 
In a moment I too will be at your side

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Rebellious Child Of The Sea

Rebellious young child of the sea,
Why do you always flee
From admitting yourself wrong,
And still letting your heart be filled with envy and pride?
Why do you glide away
From friend to friend?
Seems like whatever you do will always end.
I hear you are rebellious against His Word
And that you allow astrology and deep intrepretations to be thy guide.
Everyone says that you are just that way,
Because you believe you're forever a child,
Yet contradictingly,
You say you're a child of The Lord,
If so, why are you some times impure and insecure?
Thy answer is, "I am free to be what I want to be..."
"For Jesus' salvation is for everyone including me..."
"Although I run away, my soul clings onto friends and misses them dear..."
"I'm usually not myself around others, because I have one small fear..."
"I pray every night, asking for His forgiveness and loving light,"
"And I also have this continuous inner fight..."

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Another Saints gone home

We just got the news today
she will soon be going away
the doctors done all that they can do
but it's not over for her
she's just going home
she's faught her fight 
Her battles now are through

another saints gone home Hallelujah
another child of God reaches Her heavenly home
another saints gone home Hallelujah
Praise the Lord 
for now at last her victory is won

When the time has come for me to go away
I want my friends and family to see
that its not time to mourn
but to celebrate 
this life I've lived
 I pray they all may sing

another saints gone on hallelujah
another child of God reaches the Heavenly gates
another saints gone home hallelujah
Praise the Lord
Some day we'll see her in the heavely home.

By Treasa Jarvis 
Dedicated to the memory of my grandmother Beulah Campbell who was a great 
inspiration to me..

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I Died As A Child

I died as a child,
or so I suspect,
and my child-soul
flew to the very
sweetest heaven
where all children
play joyfully with
the child of God,
who loves us as
He did on earth.

When I came to 
this life many years
ago, Jesus was still
my best friend, my
nightly prayers more
conversations, like
"How was your day?
Mine was o.k."

But my prayer
to his Father
was simple and 
constant: O Lord,
let me live till my
next birthday, or
Christmas, if that 
comes sooner.
Then you can take 
me Lord-- I just want
to get my presents.

As a child, I never
knew of a child who
died, and I never
told anyone about my 
secret prayer. And 
I was not afraid of
dying--how could I
be, when all it meant
was going home to
see my very best

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Four or five years past, The plane lands in Monterrey, Mexico. Approaching the gate, the humidity hits me, I wipe my brow – it’s blistering hot, The salt still stings my vision. I clutch my luggage near, Anxious anticipation, my mind clenches, Stomach knotted, I know it’s been five summers. Last time I saw her, She was but a child – Eager to impress, quick to compare. Then there she is, waiting with the others. From afar, I notice she is mature now. As I grow closer I see her new complexion, Her once-short hair, long outgrown, We both say hello. Still quick to compare, eager to impress, She flaunts herself like she’s something special. I look at myself critically; cautiously, carefully I compare. She and I are from different worlds, Different positions. Last time I saw her, she was but a child. I, child quick and eager no longer. She and I, we’re different, The difference? She has merely been fertilized; I have blossomed already.

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As she lay in her own pool of tears. She ask the simply question why? why is there so much hate that rest among us.As she fail to her knees and began to weep a voice not any voice but a child voice whispers " there is still some good in this earth learn to forgive and love don't lose faith keep your head up"as she reach for the child hand he vanish out of her sight.

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Lion King

I was born a child of The Lord of The Jungle
I was loved, the apple of His eye, His joy in a bundle
He had a great plan for me as His child in His circle of life
But, there a lesser power lurked, one of evil and strife

One day he came and took the life of my dad the King
Then turned on me, his plan from the beginning
The kingship, he wanted, so he began to deceive me
He said I was responsible, no good and I was guilty

Feeling more like a rat than one destined and called
I slunk away, head low and on my belly I crawled
Then I ran so far away, that I couldn’t look back
On my calling or son ship, seeing only my lack

I took the identity of my new friends in Accunamatada
I soon forgot where I came from and who was my Father
I forgot who I was, my calling and my true destination
I forgot my enemy and my responsibility to my nation

But my Dad was always with me, without and within
Sent His Helper to me, His comforter and friend
To remind me of who I really was from the beginning
To leave Accunamatada, go home and stop sinning

I’m too far from that life now, that’s too far in the past
I desire no worries now and my new friends are a blast
So He picked up a board and hit my head with a whack!
Said, “No worries my boy, now that whacks in the past!”

See, Scar is a hard taskmaster to your true people today
And the top of the food chain are cowering and afraid
While he has you happy here in Accunamatada Land
Your people are enslaved there by your enemies hand

Turn from your feasting, playing and procrastination
Remember your calling and your true destination
Stop living in complacency here without an scars
While your family is hungry and weary at war

Get up from that couch now and turn off that TV
Your Father is waiting, get down on your knees
Intercede and cry out and show that you care
For your brothers and sisters who suffer out there 

Then I remembered, I was the son of the King
And my brothers and sisters were suffering
I turned around and ran back as fast as i could
I had family to save and save them I would

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a wise mother

one of the most beautiful things a woman can experience in life
Is to bring into this world a new baby, a new child for Christ
yet the raising of a child is not such a breeze
yet  God gave women the knowledge and the wisdom to succeed

a woman with faith cried out to Jesus Christ one day
she said "my daughter is possessed by demons who are having their way"
yet how did she know that  Jesus was the Son of Man?
there was no newsletter nor mass media revealing God's master plan
at a time when there was no CNN or FOXNews, just c&f
the channel of the Holy Spirit know as complete faith

"for great is they faith", Jesus said "and because you believe"
"your daughter is now healed, the Holy Spirit she has received"
that mother's heart would not let up nor would it allow distraction
she had God on her mind and through His Word she sought satisfaction

a wise woman, a wise mother that inside all of us
believers in the omnipotent power that is Christ Jesus
If you seek It, you will find It
If you knock upon the door It will become ajar
If you pray , just believe It, that all is possible with God
a wise mother, a wise woman, a soothing comforter of Christ
full of the faith and wisdom God wants us all to have in life

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Child Dreamer

The view I see so beautiful a new horizon a bright sky
everything’s falling into place.
Vibrations have started paving the way for a new life
Magnificent sights and wonders captured within my mind
Excitement within my heart beating faster
Air I breath I'm feeling good
Born with a gift within my labyrinth
Like the magic of a crystal
Images I see time talks to me
I close my eyes century’s pass me by
Looking in the sky my mind can fly messages I hear
By the water my power grows
By the touch of a hand a deep emotion I feel
I am the messenger from the light
My life force has the everlasting glow
The road that I travel lies deep within a realm of enlightened thought
In this land I am a mystic
Abilities within my heart and mind have no boundaries
My wisdom teaches the children of life
My thoughts can move the megaliths
With the wave of my hand a portal open up
Through this dimension angels guide my inner soul
Listen closely an echoing voice calls out
Now watch as my arms turn into wings
Hold tight prepare for an adventure through fantasy
Higher 'n higher into heaven sky
The many sounds that surround
A breeze that breaths
Look into my eyes watch me turn into a star shooting through the sky.
Tonight something beautiful is about to begin
In a world of wonder everything comes alive.
In the corner of a small bed room, 
A sleeping child soon will hear magic. 
A picture on the wall. a battered guitar by the window
This picture is filled with visions of harmony and dreams.
That guitar is magical it works for any child that makes wish.
Outside the window a shooting star with 
the power and magic to create dreams into reality.
A gentle breeze rushes in; an angel like glow ignites the picture
A symphony of color engulfs the room.
The guitar begins to play. A gentle voice fills the air singing
Dream that dream watch 'n see 
What you have always known and wished for soon will become reality
You are the one we’ll come to know and love
I know you’ve been abused it’s in your eyes
It’s alright to cry open up let the emotions soar
You are the star, climb the sky show the truth to the world
Show them what you can do, we have seen you do it and we know
You’ve been hidden from so many, a child so gifted and beautiful. 
That little voice you keep hearing is you guiding you along 
There are no boundaries for you and I in life.
Dream that dream keep creating
Watch and see what you have always known and wished for soon will be reality

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For Unto Us

"For unto us a child is born, 
Unto us a son is given: 
And the government shall
Be upon his shoulder: 
And his name shall,
Be called Wonderful, 
Counseller, The mighty,
God, The everlasting Father, 
The Prince of Peace."
He came to save us
From what lies beneath.
He was born to a virgin,
In a manger long ago,
And died for us when 
He was only 33 years old.
He had a mission to
Save all souls via his
Death, so that we could
Be united with the Father
Again, because we were
Disconnected from early
Sin. So when you shop 
This weekend, think 
Don't be so concerned
About spending money
To be in debt for the rest
Of your life. Give the 
Gift of Christ. 

wrote 12-15-10

"For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given: and the government shall be upon his 
shoulder: and his name shall be called Wonderful, Counseller, The mighty God, The 
everlasting Father, The Prince of Peace."  Isaiah 9:6 

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The Kings Three Sons Part 4

The King answered back, "I love you as much as a king can love a son, but I love my people more, and you shall not be king." With anger, the third son raised his fist and spat, ‘When you die, I shall have this land and raise my army of children, forced into acting like men." And with that said, he stormed out, yanking his child servant behind him. Once out beyond the hearing range of their King, the three sons had a meeting. They were never kind to one another, but now, they had a new thing to hate together. So they banded as one to take the throne. The wizard posed and puffed his pipe. “But with them as kings the land would sure fall; would it not?” I couldn’t keep the question in my mouth. “Very wise,” the wizard said, before continuing on. “The three sons pillaged the land, taking the crops, raping the women, murdering the men and stealing the children. The land was at war, except their was no army to save the people from the three sons. The King; he wept from his death bead and called forth his only daughter. ‘My father,’ the daughter wept as she fled to kneel beside the King, ‘I have been waiting for you to call upon me.’ ‘Your brothers have brought ugliness to this land. They are starving the people, raping the women, murdering the men and making solders out of children. I am too weak to stop them from the cruelty they bestow on humanity. What would you do my child to stop them?’ The daughter sat back to think. "The people are scared, they're watching their mothers, sisters and daughters be taken against their will. Their husbands, fathers, brothers and sons are getting slaughtered before their eyes, and their children are being ripped from their arms, and their stomachs are full and blotted with hunger."Tears slid down the daughters cheeks, ‘I shall go into the villages. I shall ease back the pain with courage, and together we shall rise in a revolt against the evils my brothers have laid forth. With love and hope and truth we shall overcome the hatred that has swept through this land." The King smiled and spoke, "My daughter, I love you as much as a father loves his daughter and I see that you love the people just as much. Go forth, and save your people from those that wish them harm." The King kissed his daughter on the forehead with his dying breath.

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When It[s Time

I hear a heartfelt sob deep within my soul,
 It touches me in such a way, yet for why I don't really know
I pondered on the reason why this sound has come to me
As I think of all that had past and worry of what is to be
My mother the earth weeps for all that has been done
She sees all her children's fate, past, present and beyond
I ask the Great Spirit how can one single soul stop all that has been done
He smiles His light on me and says, my child you have only just begun
Your words are read by many who also seek the answer to the question WHY
You carry the wisdom and heart of all your people who now dwell in the sky
The sobs you hear are your very own
For all those who now have gone
Gone from this world but they memory and spirit live on
Deep in your heart or hearts you know they are always near
Look in your soul my child and that's where I am
Close beside you holding your hand
You still have much to do my child for it still is not the time
But know when your time does come, we will walk together with your hand in 

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There is so much power behind words, words can touch hearts or words can 
destroy who you are. 
Words can bring tears of joy or tears of sadness; fill ones inner soul with deep 
rooted madness. 
Words can hide behind a dark wall of deception and birth into light corruption. 
Words can make one feel strong or make one feel weak. We can conquer the 
world or bow down to defeat. 
Words can win hearts or tear love ones apart. 
Words can help a child grow to be great! Or words can make a child lose there 
Words can cut through ones heart like a knife or words can capture ones heart 
and breathe new life. 
Words of love or words of hate, words of love and praise are the ones our hearts 
Words spoken are engraved in children’s hearts and travel through there vessels 
and help mold them into who they are. 
Words can teach and open up the windows of your mind with a kaleidoscope of 
colors venturing out to new horizons!  
 Words can inspire and touch our inner souls reaching new heights of liberation, 
enlighten our inner beings with transcend visions. 
There is power behind the words we speak and fiercely travel to ones heart. 
No time to stop what’s been said. Before you speak always remember that 
words we speak are never meek.


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What Poetry Mean To Me

What does poetry mean to me

Poetry is the air I breathe

Poetry is the words that feed
My soul
To make me whole

Poetry is what makes me blossom
In the middle of spring

Poetry is what grows my garden
And makes it flourish with nature

Poetry Is

My magical whim's that supply all my
Fantasy and fills my hopes and dreams

Poetry is the strong desire that keep the
Flames of love burning

In the midst of the hour

And lights up the sky
With beautiful hues of colours

Spreads from one globe to


To swim the ocean deep

Just because of love

Poetry is that and more, which I
Hate to carry this on and on


Poetry is the love of our life that visit
Us in our dreams

Poetry is

Me and the worlds that wakes every
Morning to bloom and blossom

Even after the death has played it last
Song that breaks our hearts

Poetry is tears and moans
Grief and pain that Hunt's the

Poetry is the rain crying from
The sky
The sun the moon with the golden
Poetry is a child laughter at play
The tears a child shreds in sadness
They cry

Poetry is just a book of songs you
And I write down in our journal
Each and every day


Mix them together again and again
That is poetry

Poetry is life woes
Life happiness

Poetry is life
Here now and after

Poetry is you and I 

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Do you hear me Lord

The dash is blinking, she's low on gas,
how far can she get from her past?
From the one that hurt her for too many years,
the one that brought on too many tears.
She wonders if she well ever be far enough,
as she calls out, "Oh lord, why must it be this tough!"

What have I done for you to forsake me this way,
your guidance Dear Lord, for that I will pray.
Please help me through this time of need,
do you hear me Lord, for your help I plead.

She wonders if she has made a mistake,
but she knows in her heart, it was the only choice to make.
She had a choice in life, she was grown,
but that little girl in the back had no voice of her own.
She did not ask to be brought up this way,
and the thought of her hurting, she could not stand another day.

And she cries out, "Oh Lord,"
What could she have done for you to forsake her this way,
let her live her childhood, for that I will pray.
Please help us through our times of need,
do you hear me Dear Lord, for this I plead.

The days moved on and the girl began to grow,
will she have questions about him? She doesn't know.
Will she resent her for what she has done,
or will she understand why they had to run.
Than as she laid her girl to bed that night, the answer she could see,
Mom, I do understand, a family we could not be.

Than she said, "Mom,"
I know the lord did not intend it this way,
our happiness dear mom, for that he did pray.
He was there to help us through our times of need,
Do you hear me mom, forgive him I plead.

Tears fell from her eyes as she laid in bed,
thoughts of what her daughter said flashed in her head.
At that moment she could clearly see,
alone in life, she would never be.
For the lord had given her the most precious gift,
a child to love, and her spirit to lift.

Than she cried, "Oh Lord"
Please forgive me for the mistakes I have made,
your forgiveness, Dear Lord, for that I will pray.
For I see that you never left me through my times of need,
Stand by me Lord, for that I will plead.

And the Lord answered,
All is forgiven, my child for you see,
standing by your side, I will always be.
For you see, my child, you were never alone,
I have been right here waiting for you to come home.

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My Pride

YOU will never know someone as thoughtful and loving as me. 
Ive given you unconditional love as if it were free. 
I should have made you step up and pay the fee.

But you see I have this problem that I need to fix. 
I let men hold me down as if Ive been thrown into a deep lake clenching onto several bricks. I can remember putting boys before my own worth since I was about six.

Now you stand before me putting me through the same old crap.
 Intertwining our lives but its really one big complex trap.
One would think I could see this *****before me in a quick snap.

The truth is I teach men how to treat my soul.
 Its almost like my ancestors wrote this life for me on ancient scroll. 
How I was taught to believe my own self worth has taken a toll.

I spend every possible moment teach my kids their value and worth.
 From the moment I gave birth. As long as my child walks this earth.

She will know her life has unlimited possibilities.
 I pray I can teach her her gifts in this life and all her capabilities. 
The honor she must have for herself and her main responsibilities.

You see that precious message wasn't given to me as a young child.
That is why I feel so desperately compiled.
To see my daughters become strong confident young ladies that are not at all wild.

I must have done something right along the way. 
Because listening to myself teach them and they words that I say. 
To myself and my children I choose not to betray.

So walking before them with a better sense of self worth and pride. 
For my actions have to speak as a road map and a guide.
I pray god continues to give me the strength and understanding he so graciously supplies.

For I am a child of god after all. 
I know my value now and it isn't anything minutiae or small....

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Tumor Talk

Diagnosis' free floating through re circulated air.
Sunken eyes, bald heads, aching bodies sit in chairs meant for comfort.
The scent of fear mingling with sickness and the faint tinge of hope.
Bodies having been pushed to the limits yet still going on.
Idle chit chat never made.
Deep conversations circling around a common denominator.
The dreaded "C" word.
My own story locked tight between pursed lips.
My eyes downcast, having heard these similar tales many times before.
My own condition hits hard as I settle in my own chair.
Knowing I have my own tumors that reside deep in my bones.
My medications at home lined on the counter,
Soldiers ready for the battle to stunt growth...
To help intravenous drugs freeze my illness.
To put it to sleep as if a fussy child.
My own prayers silently whispered...
Sleep needs to come and overtake these tumors.
My deepest fears long realized, long ago accepted.
Knowing that as sleep ever so slowly folds itself
Around my tumors the inevitable will happen.
Just as a fussy child fights sleep and once gives in
Rests deeply and peacefully...
As the child will awaken my tumors will awaken and then spread.
Most of these others here have cures.
I have the inevitable.
But I too have hopes.
I still have dreams.
I long for tomorrows held out of my grasp.
Battling for mental and physical strength to just push on.
To not give into the doubts and fears.
To know that I'm here for a reason.
May not be for the common good of mankind, but something.
My tumor talk spreads as words on paper,
Not floating on currents of air or streams of blood.
My tumor talk once written can now begin my legacy of passed on hope.
Of being here to witness tomorrows that blessedly,
Have been put in my hands and those of others.

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The Christizing

Me, I silently sceam
come, here is a good one

The bloody lamb on their door posts
he denied none of them
unto this very day
many deny the lamb
and can you see his power
gods of old have changed their names
they want to be his bride
but they still play the same Ole' games
come home O child come home
O' world, is it not written in her laws
that you can become a child of God
what was it that Jesus taught
magnify the God of hosts
through out all the land
good news from the Messiah
the kingdom of heaven is at hand!

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when you think of a woman giving birth your first thought is the labor pains
the struggle a woman endures so that mankind will forever remain
but in the spiritual realm giving birth is not just a woman's role
it involves every human being for it's about the evolution of one's soul
it consists of first perceiving the gifts and blessings that God has for you
then it's about letting go of the fears, the sins and those issues you need to work through

in the book of Jeremiah God made a statement that was bold and strong
He said He knew of us in the womb before any of us were born
He set each of us apart and gave us each an anointing
He made a promise to each of us and gave us all an appointing
we all have a purpose to fulfill and a task He desires we perform
we're all here for a reason and that's why we were born
but in order for your Godly gifts to manifest
the labor pains of spiritual birth you must address
and in order for you to spiritually grow
the seeds of God's wisdom you must now sow

it's time for you to give birth 
to discern your purpose here on earth
don't be in such a hurry as a fetus needs time to formulate
for the gestation period is the time to sit back and wait
you want the baby to develop completely and fully
and not run the risk of having any birth deficiencies
and once that child is born be mindful of the things that it ingests
give it the bread of life to eat and the living water to quench its thirst
then train it up in the ways of God and tell it about Jesus the Christ
and that child will never stray far from the Christian life

it's time to give birth to be reborn and be renewed
it's time to give birth to the spirit of God that now dwells in you
there will be some sacrifice, some concessions and surely some pain
but you have to walk through the fire in order to remove those sinful stains
as a new babe in Christ have no fear, don't be weak and fold up your tent
God has so much in store for you, His blessings, gifts and presence
it's time to give birth by stirring up those Godly gifts that are inside of you
it's time to give life to the things that God has pre-destined for you to do

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Dark Shadows

 She dances in a ring of fire.
  Cackling laughter stirring in the hot muggy nights.
  Sweat dripping down her shining skin.
  Her eyes are affixed on the blackened feline stalking her from the woods.
  It's the night to feast upon the eve's magic, for one for all it's harvest moon.
  They dance upon the corpses wallowing in the despair of their timeless 
  It's time for souls to dance deep in the shadows of the trees.
  The raven calls it's madness echoing it's sadened glory.
  Isis, Isis queen of the dark, she whispers magic into all the creatures of the 
  The horned frog hops along in a frenzied pace. The owl sits distilled and misty 
eyed perched on it's branch.
  Heartbeats pulsate throughout the land.
  Time does not exist in this hour of enchantment and dreams.
  The witches do their forbidden dance, while shamans sink into peyote trance.
  Their bodies so naked, pale, and bare.
  They stomp the sound of their sorrows.
  The moon peaks into the night giving the evening, bright soft light.
  They dance into the wild water, drenched and shimmering.
  The fire burns out, moonlight guides them through the nameless tides.
  Sunken treasure, seducing pearls.
  The witches generate all the power in the land.
  A blessing is born tonight, a small gem so radiantly damasked to the world.
  The child is born to strange becomings, and odd rituals.
  It's eyes are dark like that of an onyx sky..
  This child will carry on the workings and absorb the magic.    
  Born to the trees, born to the desert, born to the rainforest so lavenously green, 
  born to the tundra where snow is forever seen.
  She is born to the north, east, south, and west.
  Earth, air, fire, water all the elements making up her strange bondage
  She travels the world forever and free. She is the mysterious gypsy just aching 
to see.
  She is nor monster, nor sermon, nor beast, she is not a fairy princess at a 
banquet or feast.
  She is nor killer, nor savior to say the least. 
  She is witch, she is woman, she is wise, all do respect to the mens demise.


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A talk with a special friend

I lift my hands up to God above.
I cry out why can't I ever find love.
Why when I believe things are going my way.
That love no matter how hard I try will never stay.
The life I have crumbles around me against my will.
I still believe what will be will.
My answer comes in a quiet but strong tone.
He says"Dear child you are not alone."
You have given your life to me.
This you proclaim for the whole world to see.
So if life seems tougher on you than most.
Know you can handle it because I have filled you with the Holy Ghost.
In my time I will answer your prayer.
My child I will give you someone who will treat your heart with loving care.
Until that time continue to pray.
Ask me to give you strength to make it through each day.
So my hands folded and down on my knees I went.
I thanked God for that special message He just sent.
I knew at that moment what I must do.
So Lord I am turning everything over to you.

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A Blessing

 A child is a blessing sent from above. A child is what happens when two people 
are in love. From the very first look from the very first touch. The very first smile, 
you remember so much.
 Their hands so sweet and soft to the touch. How could you not love something 
this much.
 Your heart spills wide open, with nothing but love. Thanking the lord from our
heavens above.
 Each day your love yet grows deeper. Knowing that this one is god's little keeper.
The keeper of hearts, hopes and yes dreams. All of life little deem's.
 It's what keeps us going from day to day. Would you really have it any other way?
 So remember this next time your child doesn't listen. Look in their eyes and 
watch for the glisson.
 Just like they did from the very first day, and remember those words you had to 

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Child of Sam

I follow the path of these disturbed minds
Now Im tryin to find what I did with mine
Was taught the truth now I tell these lies
I put on a disguise, I am the one I despise
I sit behind these caged walls again
Lookin for some friends, but they all pretend
No good around me all I see is sin
I put on a grin so that I fit in

I do not want you to know who I am
I am the child of Sam
Got to remind myself that Im not you
Before I forget the truth
I have to learn to keep my mind tamed
Before I get lost in this game
I look in the mirror and start to see
The evil over taking me

So negative nothin around but hate
I cannot wait until I walk out that gate
I told myself that I wont lose my faith 
But at this rate it just might be too late
I just cant get them to understand
That I had a plan to be a better person
Now I'm out to get whoever I can
You should of ran cuz now your in my hands

Its beginning to get under my skin
I cannot let this evil win
I cant let myself forget myself
I will not be destined for hell
And now I will tell you who I am
I am the child of Sam
No need to remind myself Im not you
Because I will tell the truth
Now that Ive learned to keep my mind tamed
Im sick and tired of this game
I look in the mirror and start to see
The evil letting go of me

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In our Father's Eyes

Our Father Loves Us..
We our Precious & Priceless in His Eyes
Wants the Very Best things for us…
Wants to give us Blessing and Promises
In this Life we Live
And also… in Glorious Eternity
 He wants to give 

God wants us to listen to Him
Out of the Love we have for Him
We ought to … want to…
His Divine Words are powerful 
Far more than any two edge sword
He wants us to Follow Jesus steps
This is God’s request… 
Whom we should want too
Because of Him we Love and Adore

Jesus will help you through
Anything you do…
Through God’s Divine Word
Through Jesus.. 
God can talk to you.. guide you
In every step you take…. 
This is No mistake

When we not respect or be obedient unto His Word
We do things in our own ways 
instead of what we heard
Then things will start to happen 
That we won’t want.. 
Then our Father allows 
These bad things to acure
We will then deal with circumstances 
according to God’s Word

Tis just like we Love our Children
Our Children are Precious & Priceless
In All Parents.. 
Grand Parents... Aunts Uncles Eyes…
Just like As if your child wanted something 
And you want to give your child the Very Best there is to offer
Your child asked for a piece of candy
You gave your child a piece of candy
But your child wanted more.. 
He asked… but you said No… 
For you will get sick.. if you eat too much of it
Then your child took on himself… 
Did What he wanted to do… 
He ate the whole bag…. To himself
Ended up with a tummy ache… 

This is no mistake… it does happen…
Your child did it on his own… 
He himself ---alone
The tummy ache…. Was allowed..
Because the circumstances he chose on his own
Instead the child didn’t listened to you (Parent)
The child should have wanted to share or go sparingly with it…
This is No Myth…

God Wants us all to have Blessings in this Life
He Wants us all to have the Very best things
But if we do not follow Jesus… Walk in Love
If we don’t listen.. to God above
If we chose to do.. things ourselves.. 
Not be obedient to God’s Divine Word
Then we too… pay the consequences… 
of our own sins… according to God’s Word…

Come to Jesus..
Believe… Ask… Receive
Through Jesus you can obtain eternal life
By God’s Grace
We are Forgiven
Ask Jesus in your heart
Ask for forgiveness.. then you Be cleansed
By God’s Grace you Receive forgiveness

Start following Jesus steps
Doing what’s right… walk in Love of Christ
God (Our Heavenly Father) Request

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as a little child whenever my mother and I went to the store
she would give me that lecture which I had to endure
"don't ask for nothing, don't touch nothing, be quiet and always stay near"
but as a child in a store this I did not wish to hear
eventually I would come to ask,"can I please put something in the bag?"

the marketing and business strategies of the advertising companies
are specifically designed to target the young demographic entity
sell to the youth, appeal to the young, make it fashionable for the teens
make them put something in the bag so the cash register can go cha-ching

but life is more than the lastest pair of jeans you want to style
it's about putting something in the bag that is worthwhile
a college degree, a scholarship, your faith in the Lord Christ
it's time to put something in the bag that will bring meaning to your life

to put in the bag the Gospel of Peace
and not those new Air Jordan's on your feet
to be outfitted in the Breastplate of Righteousness
and not the lastest Baby Phat designer dress
to pick up the Spirit of the Sword
and not that car you can barely afford
it's time to put something precious and special in the bag
and no longer to gravitate towards expensive designer rags

so put something in the bag, the bag that is your life
it's time to get the greatest gift and that is the Gospel of Jesus the Christ

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Knowledge of Others

She never realized,
What she had inside,
Till she recognized she was a mother.

She loved her own
Plus a few on loan
That she nurtured in place of others.

Are those others to blame?
Should they be ashamed?
I think not wise to aver.

For they have no clue
When they misconstrue
And hold their child in disfavor.

No instructions they show
So love never grows
And their children cease to strive.

But surrogate moms
Stop the time bombs
And help those naive to thrive.

Though they’re never alone
When they teach the unknown
To advance and never surrender.

For matters not age
Of pupil or sage
Nor does it consider the gender.

They lead souls in need
With advice they do seed
And instruct the bewildered to fare.

Hence the child shows love
They were once deprived of
Now living their life so aware.

They now hold a key
In the vast human sea
Thanks to the knowledge of others.

For unwitting wise emit
A mere prose or a quip
Never knowing they helped another.

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An unborn child comes to the realization that his Mother is contemplating having an abortion. 
Using Biblical Reason, he speaks to her through The Spirit, pleading that she change her mind
and allow him to be born.






By Milton L. Delgado
Inspired by Proverbs 8:23
Psalm 139: 13-16
March 14, 1997

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Why Should We pray

People ask Why?
Why Should we pray
If God has everything planned
There is no point then
But God Has His Divine Reasons

As We can See..
God wants us.. His Children.. to come to Him
Show Him.. how much We Love Him
For He Loves Us
God Has His Divine Reasons

Just like You.. Love Your child 
You want Your child.. 
to come to You.. Right?
Show You their Love.. 
Don't You?
Or to have Your child to Ask.. You  
And Not be afraid to ask you anything
If ever your child was in need.. 
Wouldn't You want Your Child to?
Wouldn't You also.. 
Want to hear Your child say
                "I Love You " 
Out of Your Love.. for Your child.. 
Wouldn't You.. want to give Your Child 
The very Best..
Even when things do happen... for many reasons
To our Children.. tis can be bad or good
But.. You have your reasons.. 
but tis beyond their understanding
But tis always for the Best of Your Child
You have Your Human Reasons 

Tis the Same..

God Wants to give Us.. Out of His Love
His Very Best
Even when things do happen.. For many reasons
To us all.. God's Children tis can be Bad or good
God has His Reasons.. 
But beyond our understanding
tis always for our best God's Children 
God Has His Divine Reasons

When was the Last time
You prayed.. 
said to Our Father of Lights
I Love You!!!
For God is Love.. 
He wants Us to Love Him
For He Loved Us First

Come Show Your Love
Come to Jesus in Prayer
Talk to Our Father of Lights
Fellowship with Him
For God Has His Reasons
Don't You?

All tis for Our Best
To bring Us.. God's Children.. Closer unto Him

Come to Jesus

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One time I asked myself what's so hard about being a child of Christ?
is it because I have to fight against the devil everyday of my life?
is it because I'm now saved and living sanctified?
or is it because I refused to sell out and I'm now rectified?
the hardest thing about being in Christ I would profess
is that after the first time, God requires another yes

when you say yes to God it's not a one time event
for it's only by His grace that you are even in His presence
to be a child of Christ you need to advance by little steps
and say yes to all He asks of you, if you desire to be His earthly rep
in the process of time God will tell you to have no fear
for when your well runs dry He will make water appear
for God won't let you thirst nor let you starve and die
He will always provide for on His word you can rely

when Elijah asked that widowed woman for some water to drink
she said yes, that's no problem, what did you really think?
but when he next asked for a little bit of bread
she said I only have enough for one last meal and then I will be dead
as a prophet of the Lord, Elijah wanted another yes
to see if she would commit to God and trust in Him to do no less
her first yes was only a very convenient gesture
but her second yes would have been a show of her true measure

sacrificial commitment and unselfish attitudes
are some of the things God requires of you
step out of your comfort zone
and sacrifice for the heavenly throne

many people tend to treat God like a tire that's a spare
kept in the trunk until we need it there
and when that tire gets us to our final destination
we remove that spare and put it back in hibernation
but God has a plan and He's not  just a convenient device
He's the master of our fate and Controller of our lives
you don't really own anything for all you see belongs to God
always give Him another yes and give it from the heart

so when that widowed woman did as the Prophet Elijah did say
God then provided her with food for many, many days
Yes Lord, Yes Lord say it as often as you can
Yes Lord, Yes Lord  I put my fate in Your righteous hands
Yes Lord, Yes Lord for You I can do no less

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Who would be the one Dedicated to Mom/schitzophrenia

A child is born one October day
Her eyes so bright they'll light her way
The plan's in place for what might come
Who would be the one?

At first it seems all is serene
A child who's heart is always clean
Plans are in place for what will come
Who would be the one?

Who would be the one to hear and see what really is not there
To stumble in the darkness with confusion and de spare

To want to change from inside out
And find someone to care about
Who would be the one?

As years go by She'll wait her time
For she knows peace is near
To draw the strength from where she can
And to hold to things so dear

A child is born one October day
Now, who would be the one?

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I was walking through life so fast because times was so dark,
I suffered from pain and hurt  that layered deep within my soul.
But the laughs and smiles shined brightly through,from a beautiful young child of 
The playful memories she left with me,is like reading heavens personal get well 
We fall down but we get back up again!!! Is the joy she gave to me ,her memories 
are my closest  friend.
Each day as God opened my eyes,I knew she was a for sure smile waiting ,in 
which I knew I could depend .
In her eyes I saw heaven ,so I guess you could say;me and Jesus was some kin.
This angel was so Blessed that she had many Blessings to lend.
And even though I was asleep ,I still heard what she said,Wake up !!! Wake Up !!! 
Wake Up Sleepy Head !!! 
That was the sound I heard ,as my heart jumped like a volt of fire consumed in 
my heart.
God's Grace flashed in her eyes as I saw her standing there,with her eyes 
shining brightly as the biggest brightest sun.
Who is this little sweet angel child of God is the question ???
She is my niece Ashley !!! an angel Gift from God,sent to show  me the love I 
never knew I had.
And now she's gone home to live with our Father in heaven,but the love of her 
smile is embedded in my heart,as the love of Christ light's  the way as He carry 
me through the day.
Rest In Peace Ashley !!! You Sweet Little Angel Child of God.

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Quietly I sat staring out my bedroom window 
Waiting for his return 
the Snow begins to fall,and the wind is very cold 
my heart begins to yearn 
the anticipation is over whelming 
my thoughts drifted back to our yesterdays together 
Good times... so many good times, so very long ago 
memories of our love and laughter filled this room, 
Where we had watched the growth of our love 
What happened to our love 
Was it still lingering somewhere in his heart 
somewhere Deep beneath that outer layer 
Of paranoia and despair 
I watched him leave through the door 
Into the cold, dark lonely night 
I longed to stop him 
I desired to embrace him 
this feeling was too hard to fight 
So as I sat there all alone, 
tears begin to fall from my eyes 
tears of loneliness 
I felt all alone 
no one to hold me 
to love me 
to comfort me 
I felt so incomplete without his love 
I long for him 
I'd die for him 
as these thoughts race in my head 
I see the sun rising 
and the room begins to brighten 
I mean a light so bright 
it was like my eyes were open to a new life 
that very moment 
that bright light was Jesus Christ 
he came and said my child 
I will never leave you nor forsake you 
man will always disappoint you 
but I am always here 
so dry your eyes my sweet child 
don't remain in denial 
don't point your finger at another 
check your heart, and you will discover 
it's my love you ignored 
I will never walk away 
my love is here to stay 
when I heard the voice of Jesus that day 
his love I excepted right away 
I will never put another before you Jesus 
because your love is what I needed 

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The Worse Pain in Life

To say I’ve endured pain is an understatement at best
A past abusive relationship; too painful to put to rest
Blows, torture and torment surrounding everyday life
Never fully recovering, still piercing me with his knife

Cuts, bruises and gashes; open wounds painfully show
Of the agony and suffering of an abuser I now no longer know
The past pain and misery was putrid, and nothing could compare
To the horrendous life he gave to me of solitude and despair

Then as time went by and I grew up and children I did bare
The pain I suffered previously, seemed to vanish in mid air
Looking at my child crying, as the tears roll down upon her face
It was then I finally realized, my pain had suddenly been replaced

Nothing can compare to your child’s flowing tears of pain
The pain I felt was just a fraction of my child’s dire bane
The worse pain I’ve felt in life was watching my child in need
Nothing could ever compare to your child’s crying hurtful pleads 

© Stacy Lynn Stiles

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The LIttle Angel

i sat in the park today and a tear ran down my cheek
My lips trembling I could not speak
Feeling so lost and alone
My heart felt heavy as stone

I saw the children in the distance at play
All of a sudden a small child came my way
The sunlight shimmering in her hair
She looked like a little angel standing there

Her eyes full of wonder and love
She truly was an angel from above
She smiled at me so sweet
Her gaze my eyes did meet

Not speaking a word she handed me a little flower
I was overwhelmed by the power
Of such a sweet little gift
Then she was gone so swift

I stared at that flower
For almost an hour
I looked for that little angel that came my way
I didn’t see that child at play

Then I realized
Right before my eyes
An angel really had been sent my way
To make me forget my horrible day

To show me the beauty of that flower
That I stared at for over an hour
I looked to the heavens above
And thanked God for sharing his love

For sending an angel my way
To give me a better day
So when you’re feeling lost and cold as stone
Remember you’re never really alone

Angels come to us everyday
In so many different ways
So when you think you’ve come to the end
The good Lord to you an angel will send

To remind you of his love
As he gives you an angel from above
So remember when your having a bad day
God will send angels your way

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“But what is real? If you mean those impulses and signals sent by your senses 
and which are then interpreted by your brain. Then the real can be anything 
your mind desires.” 

The Matrix.
When a child opens its eyes
Awareness blossoming 
New upon the day
Does it then envision 
A clean blank page
To be coloured 
To be decorated as it desires
Should all those hues and images
Then be given a name


What would be 
If the child could see
Things that were not the same
In each and every second
These myriad patterns of light 
To thoughts born from learning
Labelled with a voice which says “this” is 
And “that” is 
Yet a blank page emerges 
Each and every single day
But written and coloured 
By acceptance 
In the same new way
What if for a moment 
You dream
And decorate your world 
What then would the eyes of the liberated 
Would they see the world 
As is
Or see repainted coherency
Or would there be
A moment of birth 
Where awareness 
Sees through 
And beyond reality
And sees with the eyes 
of a newly born 
A daily place of spirit 
Life and light
A spoken place 
Where all form 
Takes on the form 
Of the heavenly blank page 
Of light 
Where on 
Is written 
All possibility
And your mind 
The universe infinitely
Or will mere whim transform 
To what it might be
The photons and the fabric of stars
Could we then hold creations dust 
In our palms
And with a breath of splendour 
Puff beauty into being
Should thought 
Become a brush stroke then
Would we sweep and stride 
With such a capable hand
The essence of magnificence 
A new world
To greet 
Our waking eyes
Or is this 
What we have come to see
The ballet of light as it settles 
Within us 
Some other wonder
Some other hand 
Which says
See what I have wrought for you 
From the physical tongues of 
But I know you 
People of Earth
And I know the multitude of your dreams
And how 
Given the power of your imaginings
You could decorate so diversely 
All these things 
Which seem now so 
Is it but a moment
A second 
Of perception
Or a reaction
Predetermined by acceptances 

What where those things 
We began to see
When as a new born child 
Our eyes first 


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I'm Not A Slave

Yalls don’t know’s what they’s been through.
Mo hut, pain, wipes and chains.
Yall’s don’t know what they’s been through.

I ask you. Do you think I have hands of of slave.
Then you respond yes, because their black,
And all blacks are slaves.

My eyes, there brown
My hair, texture of wool
My style, so cool
My brain, because I’m not a fool
My heart, it’s so smooth
No, I’m not a slave!

I am a child that can read and write,
but I’m not a slave
a child that loves and holds,
I’m not a slave
I’m a child that hurts with pain,
Still I am not a slave

I am a child the believes and receives
No, I am not a slave
I am a child who is here for freedom
and yes, we will all be free someday.

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a child is a terrible thing to waste

it's so important to encourage our youth and let them know that we care
for it's a terrible thing to waste a child especially one that you reared
our children are our future, they're our living legacy
so be careful how you raise them up from their infancy

a child is a terrible thing to waste and this God understands
for the children are the continuous message for the foundation of modern man
so bring them before the Lord and tell them Jesus Christ is their Savior
love them, praise them and be circumspect especially with your own behavior
let them know that Jesus died so that they could have strength, faith and hope
let them know that His sacrifice will give them the means to cope
yet there are parents who raise their children by only providing material things
but the material things of this world will not cover everything
the only thing that a child can hold on to is love, hope and faith
so introduce them to the Lord Jesus Christ before it's too late

in the Bible some leaders in the church 
of the children they seemed to discourage
but to be a true disciple of Christ 
the Holy Spirit in them you should encourage
are you one who pushes a child towards greatness and their true destiny?
or are you a hindrance in a child's life denying them God's ministry?
the church should be a place of comfort, of prayer and a haven of peace
so don't  push them out into the world where they'll become products of the street
where dreams are shattered, hope is crushed and belief is a liability
for it's a terrible thing to waste a child, the core of mankind's continuity

so call to remembrance the roots of faith  that have always upheld your family tree
pass the baton of hope and belief onto your future progeny
don't disqualify them from the race in this journey we call life
equip them with the necessary tools 
they'll need to become servants of the Lord Christ
open the doors to their hearts and put a spark in them
teach them the ways of Christ for it will sustain them in the end
it's a terrible thing to waste a child so give them love, support and concern
raise them up in the ways of God and to the streets they will never turn

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I know my heart is impure,
That’s why I were born a Dalit,
I know your heart is pure,
That’s why you make me a Dalit.

It is sanctity of your God,
Or the purity of your receipts,
You never accepted that,
Dalits are also human.

Have you cleaned your toilet?
Have you cleaned your room?
Then what is your purity?
If your stink is also fart.

Did you sleep without food a night?
If a female child asked you for food,
You opened your heart for mercy,
And your forgiveness desired sex.

Have you enjoyed ever poverty?
And watched innocent’s death,
Who was crying for medicine?
But a doctor was asking for money.

Have you faced poor circumstances?
When an innocent was crying for help,
His child was raped,
And police charged him a thief.

Have you walked with ware feet in a heat wave?
When children were crying for water,
When he went for fresh water to a bell,
Uppercastes killed him, he impured their water.

They raped his wife and burnt her alive,
And they arrested his children,
They grown female child ‘a sex worker’
And male ‘a bounded labour’.

No Religion served their service,
God is one; we all are brothers and sisters,
No Government banned Upper Castes,
They humiliated Dalits in a democratic system.

You can speak loud; I know you are pure,
Your conservatism treated always equally, 
Whatsoever you arranged discussion,
You paid benefits to killers to maintain terrorism.

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Abraham Lincoln once said, "all that I am I owe to my mother"
as each of us is the product that comes from no other
your morals, your values and some of the ways in which you act
originate from your mother and how she raised you in fact
most mothers are gentle, loving, nurturing and very kind
they're the first person in your life that helped to shape your mind

In the book of Matthew a Cannanite mother was mentioned
she was a good mom whom for her child had the best of intentions
but a problem developed with her child and the first thing she did was pray
but when the situation got worse she went to seek Jesus right away
she went before Jesus and made known her request
but Jesus told her of her people He did not address
she went before Jesus and got down on her knees
she begged Him to help her child who had a dire need
she addressed Him as Messiah, she affirmed His Godly appointing
Jesus saw in her a great faith and then gave her daughter an anointing

Ask and you will receive if you truly believe in God
and He may give you the desires that are in your heart
seek and you will find Jesus the Christ, your Savior
and pray that He will bestow upon you a miraculous favor
trusting and believing that He is the Anointed One
knowing and accepting Him as God's only begotten Son
that Cannanite mother possessed a tremendous faith
and for her child she did whatever it would take

At first the Twelve Disciples told Jesus to send her along
Jesus got caught up in the culture and realized that was wrong
He displayed a bit of humanity when the Jewish card He played
but that Cannanite mother was most determined and from her purpose she would not stray
persistent in her pursuit and praise she stepped to Jesus and His divine mission
and after all was said and done He reversed His initial decision
and with His miraculous and Godly powers
that Cannanite child was healed within the hour

Great was her faithfulness for in God she truly believed
that by praying, praising and worshipping Him all she asked for she would receive
Mothers "R" Us and for our children we'll get down on our knees
to pray to God to help our children in their times of need

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Each Snowflake that falls 
is a wish to come true
A wish that turns into a thousand
A simple wish that was granted by God
to a simple child who needed to be a child again
Who needed to play
Who needed a more powerful wish
A child that couldn't go out and play
A child that could only watch
 the other children play
and wish
h on every snowflake as he watched 
them fall slowly to the ground
Wishing that he would be here 
to see the next snowflake
or the next snow day
or watch the snow fall to the ground again
And his biggest wish
To go and play in the freshly fallen, 
soft silky snow

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Big blue eyes, a warm soft smile.
 A loving heart is what he shows.
Underneath his coy facade,
 is a sad child I really know.

He tries to act as if things don't matter,
 But a lonely boy is what I see.
He has more worldly knowledge, 
 than a child of just sixteen.

Ripped from the safety of home, 
 from such an early age.
Has given him emotions he never knew.
 Loneliness, heartbreak, sadness and rage.

Though this has taken it's toll on him,
 He hasn't let it get him completely down.
He has an outlet, he's an artist at heart.
 This helps those feelings drown.

Through his drawings and his words, 
 comes a man all on his own.
Who could have thought,
 through words a boy now stands alone.

He has learned more through this, 
 than life has taught him before.
I love my nephew Steven, 
 all the way to the core!

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Your Greatest Gift

Love is faithful.
Love is kind.
Look in the bible 
that's where you'll find.
The chapter on love 
that I'm talking about.
Love rejoices in the truth.
Love never met doubt.
Love is beautiful
if you know what I mean.
Open up your bibles
to 1 Corinthians 13.
Love is patient.
Love can't forget.
Love is forgiveness 
without any regret.
If I sold everything that I owned
just to feed the poor.
Or had knowledge and wisdom.
Knew all mysteries and more
If I could move great mountains
so majestically tall
and I didn't have love
I would have nothing at all.
Love is long suffering.
Love will survive.
Love is the substance that keeps 
your spirit alive.
When I was a child 
I did not understand.
No longer a child 
I have become a man.
I have put aside foolish things
that a child might do.
I love You Lord.
I do this for you.
God You made us in your image.
The gift of life alone is enough.
But out of all the Blessings we received.
Your greatest gift was love.

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regain your salvation

what does it mean when someone has lost their soul?
does it mean that of their fate they no longer have control?
what does it take for one to rectify this situation?
what does one have to do to regain one's salvation?

it would probably take more than just attending church
for one needs to reconcil with Jesus the savior first
you need to accept Him as the way into the Kingdom of God
you need to accept Him as your savior and let the Holy Spirit into your heart
recite the Sinner's Prayer, repent and then atone
and understand that you can't do it all alone

as a child of Christ you're one of His precious joys
as a child of Christ you're one of His beloved girls and boys
just don't think for one minute that God ever wants to let you go
for He loves each of us with a passion that we may never know
so turn to the Father and abide by His teachings
be like His son Jesus and learn from His preaching
for the battle is not just yours and remember you have the Spirit of the Sword
regain your salvation by turning your life over to the Lord

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The Child Within

I’m all grown up Daddy and all I can do is keep looking back.
I’ve traveled a long road just to be standing here dead on this track.
Many of my tears have been laid to rest and my smile I now seek.
Bruised and battered I cover the little girl that grows inside.
Yellow blankets and satin pink pillows to comfort her when she’s weak!
She seeks to hide.

I’m all grown up Mama and all I can do is keep looking ahead.
I’ve rode the Oceans waves just to be alive and not feel so dead.
Many of my laughs have been put to a test and my smile I have never found.
She’s lost, but sound.

The child within, they all attack.
The child within, they are all meek.
The child within, they all fed.
The child within, they are all bound.

In a world so far away,
Treasures and castles were her path.
It is where she always went to play.
Beautiful gardens and flowing rivers is where she took her very first bath.
Like watering a tree, that little girl just grew and grew and grew.
Finally, she broke free and was clear from every single one of you.

® Registered: Ann Rich   2007

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letter of change

This pain in my life
filled with this strife
increases each day
for what I don’t say.

The pain that I see
clouds peoples vision of me,
for the life I live 
and the nightmares I relive.

The things that I do
have no effect on you,
but you beat me down
and you destroy my crown.

I once  ruled my self
with great health and wealth,
but the pain you bring
has destroyed everything.

Why can’t you see
that it is still just me,
the child you all once did know
the child  with the outward glow.

The only difference 
deals with my preference,
the people I love 
that make me see doves.

Not all may not know it
and those who do hide it,
that fact is I'm gay
and don’t care what they say.

That being said
get all thoughts out of your head,
for I’ll still be a great friend
until the very end.

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In His Eyes

When you came to this world 
You were just a baby a child 
Since then you just grow. 
Time never stops for a while. 

When your mom gave you birth. 
That was a very special day. 
Some may not think so. 
But it is so in God's eyes. 

You were created for a reason. 
Surely God has a plan for you. 
There's no doubt of that 
Hear His call and you'll find your way. 

God makes everything perfect. 
He made us in His own reflection. 
But sin separates us from God. 
And we disregard His direction. 

When you came to this world 
You were just a baby a child 
Since then you just grow 
Time never stops for a while. 

There is time for everything 
And it's always good to plan. 
There's a time to be just a child. 
But one day you become a man. 

You are a child of God 
He'll be there always for you too 
And no matter what the world believes 
He loves you and He shall never leave you! 

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Costume Party

You hold soo tight
Those dreams you don't understand
You hide very well
Behind a nonchalant mask
You smile soo wide
How did you get away with that?
You run soo fast
With no getaway plan

T.V has become a reality
Every child in actuality a prodigy
Radio based on insanity
Reason tasted humanity
You testify, you rationalize, then they electrify
And everyone wonders what's wrong with their stupid lives

You hold soo close those things most can't have
You hide very well
Behind an obvious mask
You smile soo wide
How did you get away with that?
Running soo fast
With no getaway plan

Do you love at all?
do you aim to please?
Do you love anything?
Do you love anymore?
selfish with your own needs
Do you love anything
Besides your own greed

T.V has become sadistic
Every child bears its witness
Radio preaches no forgiveness
Reason tested humanity
When you testify, they rationalize, when everything is this electrified
Everyone wonders what's wrong with their stupid minds

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Mother, Letting Go

It's hard for a Mother,To Let go
When She's stuck in between,

Doesn't know or Realize
That her Child Grew.. In Size

They're no longer a child or a teen,
But a Young adult... Past Sixteen

When they're getting on their own,
No matter how long, They may roam,

She's always Up waiting
For them to come home

When they're there,She shows.. She Cares
She's Happy.. Full of Hugs and Kisses

Because she knows that some day,
They won't be home to stay

When They are Grown, 
With a Family of their own,

They'll come to Realize,
What their Mother went through,

Because they'll be doing it too
When Their Children are Grown

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While daydreaming through the park
One day, I came upon a scene
Children harassing an elderly man
Times changed, they’re so mean.
Don’t they know or even care
That one day, they’ll be that man
Then they’ll think about what they did
And regret not offering him a hand.

Further down the path I went
Noticed some families by a stream
Blankets and food sprayed about
Pictures of perfection, what a scene!
A child running with a kite
The father, there, just standing by
Ready to jump if the child cried
Allowing growth, the child to fly.

Two different scenes I saw this day
And was able to come to a conclusion;
The family unit is strong and sound
And provides without confusion.
Questions, at times, we may all have,
But family is there for us in every way
Offering, teaching and guiding us well
Making us look forward to each new day.
A future they give us, with morals to use
So, we all can make better choices.
Stand up today and thank your family
Let them hear your loving voices.

Give back today, what tomorrow may not allow.
Always be grateful for that opportunity, the time.
One day they may be gone, but you will have learned
That through your family, your life will be fine.

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A child of dreams withdrawn in a state of seclusion
Trudging through with the reliance upon a hand designed delusion
Manufactured emotions man-made potions
Enclosed shores searching for an escape a trap-door
Terrifying inverted confidence in the impurity
Tainted eyes randomly picked to wear a cloned fallacy respectably 
Equated to a child’s suffering in the pickings
Of a prescribed abnormality, some would say a self-inflicted malady

Bothersome was the notion that to this problem there was no solution
No magic concoctions; 
No self-induced intoxication; to cause a disruption
Of the pollutant that corrupted this child's evolution, 
No conclusion only the miss-perceptional seduction ruining this child's 
Constantly causing damming confusion:

Could not think pick-up the forgetting drink
Could not breathe smoke the death bringing tree
Could not see bow to the self proclaimed healing seed
Cannot live anymore; so opens a new door, 
A new life one this child has grown to adore

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My Shy

I have no such dream that can fly me.
I have no such matter, which can rely me.

If food is a matter who cares for it,
If wearing is n’t better who pays for it,
If you understand better gain it, try me.

Your blames have flames anybody can do,
Those did not have concern they are also through,
You feel nervous, are you sure that is cry me?

If my master isn’t happy, how can I gain?
If nobody will change a nappy how cry should lain?
A child understands love, that’s shy me.

Why is a child innocent if he has affection?
Why he understands, only love is his direction.
You blame me poor that’s my love does not lie me. 

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Be a Part of Them

Each child has dreams and aspirations
Some to be presidents, lawyers, doctors and such
May they keep them in heart and achieve them as goals
May they work at them slowly, for they won’t learn if they rush

Life for the children should just be so carefree
Each should be dreaming, playing, enjoying their days
May they be free of the fears that their parents now hold
May they never be tormented, belittled, but be subject to praise

Each child represents the very future of mankind
With them, set their foundation for prospering in the world
Give them not falsehoods, but teach them to learn and acquire
Build, within them, the strong adults residing in each boy and each girl

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Eyes of a child

In the eyes of a child what do we see?
It’s the innocence of an age long forgotten.
It’s the trust that comes with unconditional love.
It’s the wisdom of enjoying life to its fullest.
It’s the resilience that we wish we still had.
It’s the potential we’ve been convinced we longer have.
It’s the simple knowledge of rights and wrongs,
Without the shaded gray areas we create.
What do you see in the eyes of a child?
The wisdom we seek after, 
The knowledge we long for,
Might be found in the last place we all think to look.
Does a child really possess such power?
Do most adults ever take the time to look?

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The Splendor of the Stars

He crossed the room toward the door as evening fell, 
the daylight slowly fading and spilling on the floor 
     in pools of black. 
The child was still there on the stoop, mewling and 
wriggling in her basket, an urchin, so pathetic and alone, 
abandoned like a buried memory.
He took her in his arms and held her close;
his touch would bring her comfort
like a well-remembered song as he bathed her 
by the fire and dressed her warm.
The lovelight in her eyes, uncompromising, 
     took his breath away.
Older folks should live their lives this way,
invest their souls with such unwavering devotion
that there is no need for worry, or cause for anger,
just the pure and perfect eloquence of faith.

She took some nourishment and grew stronger;
the seasons waxed and waned and no one 
came to claim her, so they became sufficient 
to themselves, anticipating one another's wants 
     and needs.
Up on the the high ground they would wonder 
at the heavens as they strolled by waters 
shimmering in starlight, dazzling their eyes 
     to tears of happiness. 
Storms beset them, and still they bore it all 
like two creatures who have come to trust  
the power of their love.
Sunlight crossed to starlight, he grew sad 
     and incomplete. 
His mind left him, struggling and blind, 
as time drifted by like a slow and gentle stream.

She cared for him now, as he had cared for her 
so many years before, caressing his brow, 
bringing light to his dark eyes, and she wept quietly 
when her friend at last departed.

Alone she settled to her thoughts like a child 
wrapped in a blanket and slept, 
remembering his kindnesses and strength.
Finally she gave in to her loss, no longer able 
to endure the pain of grief. The Father blessed her, 
held her in his arms and re-united them, 
forever, in the splendor of the stars.

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Kayla Lynn

I knew of a beautiful angel; Kayla Lynn was her name
A precious gift from heaven; irreplaceable she became
Silky blonde hair in ringlets; eyes as blue as an oceans view
Kayla embraced life as always; while others had no clue

No clue to the disease consuming her; weakening her every day
Leukemia ravishing her tiny body, while others simply looked away
Showered with love and kisses, her mother always there for her
Praying wishing endlessly for the vicious disease never to recur

Poking and prodding daily; her moral is starting to fade
A sweet innocent child just five years old; painfully becoming afraid
Her mother constant at her bedside, trying to comfort her at ease
Bowing her head in silence as she gets down upon her knees

An unspoken prayer she begins to recite, over and over again
Begging the Lord to spare her child, ending with a somber subtle Amen
Looking up at her daughter who’s still vibrant and somewhat care free
Hoping wishing praying for the lord to heal her and instead take me

But the Lord had a special plan for Kayla; one filled with Heavenly Bliss
And one silent night he sent his angels for his child of sweet reminisce 
Tearful, crying and heartbroken for our Kayla Lynn was to be no more
Wondering, “Why this beautiful child and what was the purpose for?”

Then it dawned upon us as we mournfully tried to understand
The Lord needed her more than we did and this is to be as he planned
That day will come inevitably when we reunite again as one
Kayla we love and miss you so, but realize now that your life has only just begun 

© Stacy Lynn Stiles

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child like faith

never letitng go,
and always looking up,
asking for His hand,
to help you when it gets rough,
a child like faith,
believing without seeing,
faith that can't be tampered,
like a child you still find His hand,
a night light that goes till the end of time,
child like faith,
believing no matter what,

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O Come All Ye Faithful

                                       Please all come thou long
                                     And go tell it on the mountain
                                      That Christ the child is born
                                        There away in the manger
                                     As Hark the Herald Angels sing
                                                 O Joyful O Joyful
                                             That  the King is born
                               Please Please tell me what child is this
                                     Who brings such Joy to the world
                                         Sweet God rest Ye merry
                                       In the mist of a Silent Night
                                            O come All Ye Faithful
                                   Please join us in this O Holy Night

Another Song LOL
Tribute To Christ Our Lord

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I long to be nearer unto CHRIST my king,
yet I find in every path; 
a step leading back into sin.

So how can I a child of hell,
be called a child of GOD;
when everyday in sin I live?

I strive to not be a part of this world,
for I know I am not of it;
yet of this world I find I depend.

I face my foes but not alone,
for in CHRIST JESUS knows;
now in sin I strive but in spirit do live.
JESUS gave light and dwells eternally.

So of this world I strive to cling not,
but to the promise My GOD promised me;

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I 'm a phenomenal woman

I am a woman... 
I am worth more than GOLD 
precious in the eyes of man 
a child of God, 
a treasure to a child 

I am a wife... 
I am priceless 
I am full of honesty 
I am STRONG and MIGHTY in power 

I am a woman... 
mind and body 
I will never GIVE up on love 

I am a woman... 
I have a MIND of my own 
I have a voice for the WEAK 
I am a Phenomenal Woman 

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Child of Mine

I remember when you were born,
I rocked you in my arms.
I looked into your eyes,and 
saw all your charms!
Angels to the left, Angels to the right.
Watch over my child day and night!

You've now gotten older and the world
has become a big fright.
All of the days seem like the night!
Things around are, out of mind, out of sight.
" Child of Mine" i'm still loving you with all my Might!

If you begin to feel confused, or you can't be used.
Look for the charms, in the ones
That held you in their arms.
Let the Lord guide you back to your home.
"Child of Mine" don"t stay away too long!