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Details | Pantoum | |

Wayward Child

Ah, memory is a fickle lover succumbing to the tide
grasping for the grains of sentiment sometimes left.
In cold or torrid waves, spent passions now abide
for you have left me, long ago, I'm now, alone bereft.

Grasping for the grains of sentiment sometimes left:
beside a roaring bonfire, where sparks on night winds glide;
for you have left me, long ago, I'm now alone, bereft.
I huddle in a dune's dark shade with nothing left inside.

Beside a roaring bonfire, where sparks on night winds glide,
we conceive a wayward child, a changeling child, a thief. 
I huddle in a dune's dark shade with nothing left inside,
as the waves of age and ages, return only grief.

We conceive a wayward child, a changeling child, a thief. 
In cold or torrid waves, spent passion now abides,
as the waves of age and ages, return only grief,
ah, memory is a fickle lover succumbing to the tide.




Details | Free verse | |

Around The Corner

around the corner...just! light brilliant...trees freshly brushed... a breeze meandering through the grass... a baby blue sky, an occasional cloud shaped and reshaped, ...a waterfall roars like a lion...its spray soft as a lamb. around the corner...Just a lovers breath against my neck...a lover's lies, an ego lift...a seat on that pedestal men dream of... a bold kiss...an us in a crowd...a lazy summer day outdoor chairs...an overhead fan, an open door around the corner...Just, rollerblades...a mountain bike, a jaunt in the park, a movie house...a why not...an invigorate, a swim in a freezing cold lake... a restaurant night...an evening walk, a club... dancing...karaoke...being a little wild... so many images paint my mind... bittersweet  ...my thoughts march one by one to want something so bad  to fear it at the same time Just around the corner  I get back my life, just... Around the corner  the loss of a life,  just around the corner... yes I need to do that now, yes I can wait longer yet... responsible for her... consumes the life I knew the actors, the stage, the lights, the set, the techs, a play, my life flow...directing stage. Just around the corner my life waits for me impatiently Just...! Around that same corner, death waits for her patiently Be careful what you wish for... Around the corner...just around the corner two tears wait for me one joyous...one mournful  Around the corner I want to be Around the corner wait for me  not yet, caring for my mother...still she lives, I can wait,  I can wait...
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Details | Couplet | |

The Seamstress of Time

I have a special story I wish to share
About a seamstress beautiful and fair

She would fade away turning into smoke
Of her amazing beauty, no man would joke

The spiraling smoke would then re-form
I know only an angels face could be so warm

Before her a beautiful quilt was spread
Upon it the story of my life was said

As she once again started to dissipate 
She said, “Mike this quilt records your fate”

As the smoke traveled over to a new place
And then formed together creating her face

Looking over her shoulder back at me
She said, “This area will hold what has yet to be”

Most of the quilt looked like twisted evil tattoo
Simply because, my life’s quilt was quilted true

I looked the quilt over and then met her gaze
She was so beautiful in so many different ways

The last part of the quilt way over to the right
Showed the beauty of someone changing their plight

Upon her beautiful hand, which seemed so nimble
I noticed she was wearing my grandmother’s thimble 

From a young maiden so beautiful to see
My grandmother appeared right in front of me

I guess up in heaven we return to our youth
My grandmother was beautiful; such is the truth

I thought of the price grandma was asked to pay
The shame of knowing I had turned out that way

I thought of her sitting there stitching my shame
My grandmother didn’t deserve an eternity of pain

She said, “Michael be still with the pain in your heart,
Your story encourages others to make a new start.”

“The deeper the wrong the stronger the right
I always knew my boy would take up the fight”

With a smile much brighter than an ice covered sea
She said, “I love the man my boy has grown up to be”

As she turned to the quilt and started to sew
She said, “Michael, its now time for you to go.”

“Believe in your story believe in your truth
For Salvation is the true fountain of youth”

One night in a dream, which I’ll hold forever divine
I learned; my Grandmother is now,” The Seamstress of Time”


When I was a boy I would help my Grandmother roll
her quilt, find her glasses, as well as, her thimble. I 
never thought about how amazing her art truly was.
From a pile of rags she would make the most beautiful
quilt's. I sleep under one of her quilts to this very day. 



Details | Rhyme | |

Little Yellow Socks

* Written for my daughter, who really does have a precious pair of Little Yellow Socks.

Little Yellow Socks
       by Amy Swanson  12/5/2008

Little yellow socks
running down the hall
"Slow down with those socks on,"
I'd yell... too late, the fall!

Little yellow socks
padding softly late at night
climbing up into my lap
one more hug, out goes the light.

Little yellow socks
follow me with squeals of laughter;
Oh how she loves to run in them,
Begging me to come chase after!

Little yellow socks...
now not being worn a lot.
My little girl is growing up,
No longer just a tot.

Little yellow socks
will be cast aside someday
I must guard these precious moments;
in my heart, they'll safely stay.


Details | I do not know? | |

That Bullet Was For You

While walking through a hospital one day, a veteran I did see
He was in a wheelchair with both legs missing, and he did it for you and me.

I turned around a corner and down another hall
Only for my eyes to behold a family who has lost it all

A five year old cried out,"Why did daddy have to die?"
The mother held her son closer while she greived and began to cry

The mother of that young Marine, who had fought over in Iraqu
Wandered why her son so brave, didn't survive the enemie's attack

The father of that soldier, hung his head to cry
He was a retired soldier himself, why couldn't he have been the one to die?

His heart broken sister, sits in shock and tries to deny
The death of her older brother, he was killed and don't know why

A few days later, a family, everybody all dressed in black
Went to the funeral of a twenty-five year old who too our bullet in Iraq

The Bible says "thou shalt not kill." and "Love your neighbor" too
Maybe our soldiers aren't doing what's right, but they still take your bullet for you

They sleep in foxholes, and eat in trenches, and do all that they know to do
They rest in the sand with no comforts of home and they take your bullet for you

The restless nights turn into days, you wouldn't believe all they go through
THe rest of us sit at home and gripe, and still they take your bullet for you

The next time you hear a 21 gun salute, don't condemn as others do
The next time the taps are being played, remember, they took that bullet for you.


Thanks, Veterans for your sacrifice.


Details | Quatrain | |

‘The Airplane Crossing Clear-Blue Sky'

My white-washed bars surrounded me -
they held me as I slept;
they soothed me when the days were long,
and mother’s blue-eyes wept.

A baby girl, six months or less,
awakened from my sleep -
stood up legs as sure as hope;
as strong as flat is steep.

My hands, my saviors, gripped the rail
so I could peek outside –
the bluest sky I’d ever seen,
As tall as it was wide;

came into view - between the blue,
an airplane gliding by,
its smoky streamer like a flag,
across my memory’s sky...

The memory is a simple one -
a window, sky, and plane -
but in my heart, it's heaven's door
and there it shall remain.

I’ve hung it on my memory’s wall
Between that life and this –
It covers every hole I’ve dug
In sorrow’s vast abyss.

This picture brings the special peace
I knew when I was small –
Where mother’s just beyond the door,
and waiting for my call…



*Inspired by Danielle's Earliest Memory contest. I have blocked out almost every memory 
from my childhood, and only a very few gems remain - this is the first. and I will treasure it 
always...


Details | Free verse | |

30 Years of Blooms

I guess it’s time to stop asking questions,
and start answering them.
Wipe away long dead evaporations;
mined trails overgrown with new,
more current vines.

Time to remove the silver duct-tape
from the face of killed memory; (the girl
in the cavern who sits, wide eyed and bound
at her skeletal ankles and wrists at the top 
of the wicked peak, looking for a way out –
her green eyes wild and rolling
like thunder and mustangs at the edge 
of the drop ,
looking for a way out of this 
buried-alive, hell)
and replace it with white words whispered
into my own children’s ears.

I cannot judge you.
Just as I cannot judge her.
We are all together in this moment.

And although I’d love to be 
the high and mighty mother who says,
“OH! I would never do that to MY kids –
never!”
I won’t. 
I won’t give him the pleasure.
The one who turned you to glass; beat you
until you were nothing but sunlight
in your own mother’s memory.
She loved me as I love mine (including
the young one who waits for her savior with 
the shining scissors; coming through 
the dark like rebirth and deliverance;
like a cool cloth on a charred brow).

So I will plant my Mother’s Day lilac tree
in her honor –
burying the questions,
honoring the love we shared
and still share.
We will leave our judgments at the door and sit 
beneath its amethyst blooms 
(my birthstone; 
                                  your given gift of insight)
exalting in the sacred heart of motherhood;
laughing until we cry;
feeding its deep roots
with memory.




© Kristin Reynolds 5 9 09

*Dedicated to my Mother this Mother's Day (I hope you are listening...)


Details | Free verse | |

Traces

One evening, much like any other striated feathers of pinks, and deepest primrose colored the clouds with facets of light tapering inward Traces of gold between each color as deep and clear as the sages A red sun overhead, grown weary with seasons, did not seem to notice that we were mother and child Whispering sounds of emerald breezes did not label me wise, nor her naive' We were two who walked equally side by side She lifted her voice, and spoke with an eloquence I had not heard before, and it was just as the twilight calls to the stars.... so that they will know just what to do Young spruces stood bolt upright, every twig stiff with interest, and with deep respect at her every word as if they were watching transformation in tandem, an exchange so delicately detectable That in one clinging moment, to the other, one of us was letting go of childhood, and one was letting go of the child Both of us looking to the sky for recognition I watched the sycamore shed beneath the load of spent yellow and gold Letting them softly go, without remorse while I did the same
_______________________________________


Details | Narrative | |

The Bell My Mother Rang

The 18th of December was her last day;
she neither knew the date nor cared to.
Gathered at the hospital, keeping vigil,
we couldn't overcome her fright, or ours.
The pain, too great to be driven away,
was only "managed" with IV drips,
needles stuck in bruised appendages --
bony things -- arms and legs, hands and feet.
Above the medicines and washes, we sniffed
her scent, which, more than her yet familiar
face, to us identified our mother --
a smell we never would mistake
for any other. It went quickly
as her body cooled. The rouged and pickled
carcass they displayed was more a statue
than a person. We planned to bury her
with homely tokens, like an ancient mummy:
a family photo, a brooch she liked,
a pink hairbrush, and the brass bell she rang
to call her keeper during her last years.
But, when the time came, I could not bear
to see her leave so finally;
I took the bell from her metal box.
And, now, I ring it -- not to bring a keeper,
but to recall my mother on her birthday,
and on many dark days when I need her.


Details | Free verse | |

UNGRATEFUL CHILDREN A parent's lament

UNGRATEFUL CHILDREN   A parent's lament

Children
   	with Wings
    	and Talons
Pounce on the fleetest of hearts
 their
 
Memories	

Soar        
                 over the
                 Blood Transfusions
    		Hospital frights of prematurity
             			 of EMS sirens
                              HIV trembling tests 
   		 Asthma Tents
   	
                Breathless Worry atop cloud kissed Trees
   		
                Sleepless Nights of bully battles
  		
                Struggles with Education’s foes
   		
                 Mad Escapes from Fathers of Violence
   		
                 The teary wave good bye for fledgling endeavors
			Day night day night day night…unending
   	and

Land  on

      Slight Imperfections and Imagined Slights
            or the

Shortage of Cash
        for  
                    Trips
                    Technoshit
                    New Shoes 
                    New Cars
	or other
Dreams
                         You 
                      Couldn’t
                         Buy.
 


Details | Free verse | |

In Ordinary Cups

The days pass from tea cup to tea cup
in the peaceful silence of a solitary nest.
From gentle easy sunrise through sheer white
to the subtle fall of accordion night.

The echoes of childish laughter tremble
across the cracked surface of plaster walls.
Random squeaks in oaken floors return 
the footfall of father, coming and going.

Long lost cat's paw prints impress carpet
dragons from Shanghai with ghostly ease,
and every loved and loving one returns
in peace, to rest beneath the tapping fingertips
upon a porcelain cup of tea from China.



















Details | Couplet | |

INSECURE

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Rhyme | |

The Angel Star.

In the northern heavens her essence so vivid
My constant seraphic star
Basking within her gloriousness warming
Cleaves to me from distances far
Guiding my pathway on night lit Earth
Keeping my course right and true
Holding back storms until I reach my safe haven
To witness the next dawn rise anew
Those nights when cover clouds her features
Her radiance rushes in on the winds
Blessing my journey seeing me home safely
Forgiving my ways absolving my sins
Morning starts breaking and my cherub starts fading
Past the horizon waters falling so deep
Awaiting the rising of her mettle so tender
Of that maternal star light unique.


Details | Quatrain | |

Mama's Cleaning

That was the day we played all day outside
And ride imaginary stick horses around 
Shooting and shouting as if our lungs was rawhide
It was in imagination that the fun abound
That was the day the house seemed in disrepair
Furniture and boxes all out of place
Chaos reigned while mama cleaned everywhere
Leaving germ and dirt without a trace.

I thought of mama today as I watched you clean
Remembered how we would wipe our foot
On the little mat, but mostly could not dare go in
As if we were the grime or the cause of soot
Food would only come when mama took a break
But not before dark and howling belly turned
Play into night, and after the yard was swept and raked
Something about you in mama I'd discerned.

What was all that cleaning just to be clean, I ask
Or was it a search for something missing here
What deeper motive had the highly honored task
What coin, or sheep, or son hid behind the tear
What golden fleece or grail to you both have been lost
I know mama cleaning searched for meaning here
As if sin was something we could see like life's dross
As if to seek was the magic bullet for man's despair.

O something about you remind me of mama, my dear
And childhood comes rushing back in floods
Two sparse rooms and five pieces of furniture there
While we chased butterflies from dying buds
You are different though, for you have allowed us in
Watching our eyes to tell you of missing spots
But we just laugh and tell long tales while you clean
Life is too short to search or go connecting dots.


Details | Free verse | |

My Baby

A gift like no other gift, 
one that can't be bought
a precious human being, 
deserving the right to live
to exist as we all do, 
but sometimes it just doesn't
happen that way,

A baby of no harm, 
a baby of no sins
a baby of pure love, 
and only innocence

Tender moments, 
carrying wishes
disappointments, 
everyday misses

Sitting there all alone, 
even though 
I was surrounded,
by others

While wondering, 
why it may be
that I am made to suffer,

Wanting nothing more,
but to die
inside and out,

Things happen for a reason,
so I was taught
I'll never know the reason,
but I'll always feel the loss

The loss of my child,
my baby was taken
away from me,
and there is no reason

I constantly ask myself,
why did this happen?
what did I do wrong?

I asked God to save my baby,
to protect us both
I remain here,
but my baby is gone

It seems as if, my whole world,
just fell apart
and all I could do,
was sit back and watch it happen

I found myself, 
feeling lonely
needing someone, 
anyone to hold me

All I could do was cry,
I had to cry, for the sake of myself
for the sake of my baby,
for the sake of my heart
I had to weep

I cried and cried aloud,
hoping to be heard
please father, 
I'll do whatever you want
you have my word,
just please save my baby

I bled so much, 
had so much pain
denied to myself, 
everything would be okay

Crying and pleading,
praying and weeping
became an everyday routine,
it was so hard to believe
this was happening to me,

It's not over yet,
it never will be
everyday and every night,
it's in my memory...










(March 1998)
My sweet baby
you will always be with me...


Details | Free verse | |

Mom's attempt at the Garden of Eden

1.
Mom 
kept the  perch 
we caught in a bucket.

And when we took them home
She would clean and place them
In our twenty gallon tank
Where they bobbed in stunned silence
Eyes watching for any white movement.

Nobody cared
when they committed fishicide 
on their domesticated tank-mates.

Even the little beta fish
Who had survived our six day pilgrimage from Florida, to find Mecca
was a cool whip container.

2.
Whenever we had guests for dinner,

Mom swooned they
were the smartest fish she had ever seen.

She bestowed upon them names - Jed and Lucy
tapping at the glass 
with one extended finger,
feeding them fish flakes,
like  porpoises fed from the teeth of a trainer in Ocean World

“You can’t keep perch in a fish tank”
the guests would say,
but
they lived for two years
bobbing and staring
in the vacant tank space.

 3.
One crisp winter morning
Jed finished his breakfast of gold fish flakes,  took one
last gulp of slimy tank
water 
then hurled
himself off of glass
walls.
It went 
over and over, 
so hard
I almost thought
the glass would crack.

4.
Lucy 
sat quietly and watched 
him.

She too died a few days later
like aged soulmates
who often cease
to be after their amor
dies.

When someone left the lid open, 
she plunged
her blue green skin shimmered
as she laid 
making fish O’s in the dry air..

I often wonder
if the air that morning
smelled
like an ice floe
to a better place
somewhere Jed waited
with our beta and our angel fish
a place of worms, kelp 
and dragonflies.

4.
Mom 
emptied the tank of the murky filtered water.

Rinsed the ultra neon yellow fish gravel,
and placed the fake plants on a sponge.
Separating  air filter, from pump 
from clear plastic tubing
and put to rest
in a brown cardboard box..

She did it without a word.





Details | Rhyme | |

A Walk To Remember

The walk to the grave
Of my adopted mother
Took everything for me to be brave

Standing there and listening
To what the minsiters said
About the life she had been living

The deeds she had done while here
Meals she had prepared for many
How people thought her a dear

This walk is a walk to remember
Can I walk in the steps
The steps in life she rendered


Details | Concrete | |

Woman

                                          
                                           VVV
                                          I I I
                                       XXX
                                     EEE
                                  NNN
                                         P VV
                                     A    II
                                   S     XX
                                  S      EE
                                I        NN
                                O        F
                                 N     O
                                      X
               Vixen    doll
         B                 
         E
         A                  Hot
         U               Shot
         T            Mama
          I          Not Afraid
          F      At All
         U     To
         L      Be Free
         l         With             
        a          Her
        d           Sexuality
       y               Dangerous
      w               m  Curviest
      i                 a      Thing you’ve
     l                  k          Ever Seen
   d                 e              Self-Esteem
                      s                 Is higher than
                     M                  Mountains
                    E                     Love flows deeper
                   N                       Surges Greater 
                  c                          Than any river
                  r                            Emotions as unchanging as the sea
                a                             Modern Day
               z                           Super Hero
              y                          Working hard
           W                         Daily
          I                         To defeat
      L                      Sexual Inequalities
  D                  Worthy of stealing
                 Any man’s fancy
               Vivacious
             Sensuous
           Respect the
          Woman
        Woman
        Woman
       The Women
        In Our
          Society
           Please
              


[Dedicated to the Women, the strong, the brave, the merciful]
[The Mothers, the Daughters, the Wives]
[ the women who make up our lives]


Details | Rhyme | |

A Mother's Love


A Mother’s Love… How precious is the love of a mother’s heart! Even as a child… It’s there from the start. A mother’s love knows no boundary or limit. It’s often shown by how much the mother gives it! Whether her children are young or growing old… And whatever circumstances in life may unfold… Her love is continually a solid foundation… That can’t be removed, torn or shaken. Her love is what is a “guiding force…” Even if her children’s lives stray “off course.” I’m thankful for the love my mother’s given… It’s surely influenced the way I’ve been livin’! To all of our mothers across our great nation… May we show them our love and appreciation! Their love has stood and endured the test of time… I’m so glad that one of them is MINE! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Quatrain | |

Thumbelina

Once held with love, by hands so small-
You’d hardly know that they were mine;
Her hair, a matted yellow mess
That sticks strait up, from hands and time,

The dress, Aunt Rose knit with gnarled hands,
Still ties up proper in the back,
It hides her scars; so much undone
While keeping dignity in tact,

One of her fingers’ is too short
When I was small, I bit it off;
Her neck’s been stretched from need and love
Which now I hide with velvet cloth,

Her eyes, the same sky blue as hers-
A mother ripped from life and earth-
Who passed away, leaving her child
One blue-eyed doll and no self worth…

Many a year flew by in time-
An adult with kids of my own-
When our house burned, consuming all,
From photos to refuge of home,

There came from ashes, hope reborn-
A beauty with eyes of sky blue,
Covered in suet, fire-scarred but safe,
The only thing that made it through!

A miracle or mothers hand,
That saved her from the fire's embrace?
To place her safe with honor, down
Atop the snow to cool her face,

This doll may look a ragged mess
To those whose tears she hasn't dried,
But when I look in those blue eyes
I see a child’s love, survived…

My Thumbelina, dread locked doll
No other friend could e’er replace
Her love; I love her battle scars,
Where memory lives upon her face…





2nd place winner in Karen Neary's TRASH or TREASURE contest , 5/2008


Details | Elegy | |

ELEGY TO LOST CHILD

                                        Elegy to Child Lost


                                 Passion's love oft tempts despair
                                 Casts a prideful cosmic dare--
                                 Like Prizing Joy's most intimate caress
                                 Babe snug beneath a mother's breast

                                Senses at this time are keen
                                There's no secret kept between
                                Loving mother, wriggling babe--
                                Wanted , dreamed of, much delayed
                                But entwined twin was also loved--
                                Some say Nature's method proves
                                That one twin may give all to mate---
                                But this fatal sacrifice must decimate.

                                Only mother's eyes would feel babe's smiles--
                                or sense those legs that wandered miles
                                And daring feet that danced in tunes while
                                Arms swam in gentle Celtic croons.

                                When babe vanished--not  a sound.
                                Mother 's grief was not allowed.
                                Tempted so to trail behind
                                Escaping shattered troubled mind. 

                                Squelching sorrow's hungry arms
                                She Tried erase babe's fluttering charms
                                Never spoke of-- never mourned.
                                By her husband she was warned
                                Was best forget a child so early lost--
                                Funerals, gravestones--such a cost--

                                But the years have called babe near,
                                Mother's journal writ in tears:
                                'Please forgive my selfish heart.
                                Repressed from all --this tragic part
                                I felt your sacrificial act--
                                You left your cherished twin intact'.

                                There is no law of random acts
                                Doctors examine data facts
                                It may be --that in the womb
                                When both spring flowers cannot bloom
                                One bold twin refrains to eat
                                Compels the other to complete
                                Hardy growth that life requires---
                                Sparks survival's crucial hours.

                                Not an accident 'tis sure--
                                Boldest spirits blossom pure.


Victoria Anderson-Throop ©


Details | Prose Poetry | |

A PART OF SOMETHING

God created hands for building things. Sometimes before you build something, you must first destroy something else.

Wildfires are never supposed to be put out. Their sole purpose is to burn the entire forest to the ground, transform living things to fertilizer, making room and preparing the soil for new growth.
It is almost paradoxical, 
that there must be death before birth

My hands have stared the grim reaper’s reflection inside the pool of my best friends blood. An old student I used to tutor told me that I am the best brother she could have asked for
She said she will always love me
This was after I burned every bridge that traversed the gaps between us
Stared at her from across her desk
Told her that she will never be my sister. That our bloodlines will never match.
Our gene pools are just strangers that made the same wrong turn.
I spent so much time trying to find my way back that I never realized I was home in being lost I found something comfortable, without expectations. I only corrected myself after she spoke,
because I heard something familiar in her voice.
She sounded like family.

I have the scarred and wrinkled hands of a senior citizen
I’m only 22 years old
I once got my palm read
This gypsy woman told me that my lifeline should have been cut short when I hit 17.
That was a year ago.
What do gypsies know anyway
I have defied the odds my entire life.
Been broke down and built back up too many times to count
My fingernails chewed raw to the cuticle out of anxiety
I enjoy the taste of my own pain
Sometimes I use my own hands to destroy myself just to see who my real friends are who will build me back up when I can’t do it alone

My hands have a desire to learn how to cook, but I’m not that great.
So when I am alone,
I tend to be hungry, not just for food though.
I starve for someone to talk to
It never satiates, because it’s not you.
I know what it tastes like to completely give myself to someone.
My biggest fear is being abandoned.
When I look into your eyes, I am not afraid.
I need to cook you up a feast of myself, then feed it to you every day for the rest of our lives
Please tell me what I really taste like,
Be honest.

Years after my grandfather passed away, my grandmother moved into my aunt’s house.
Since I was 5, every time I speak to her she asks me:
“Spenser, did you thank God for waking you up today?”
I think to myself, I never did tell my eyes to open themselves. It just happened.
So I don’t know how to respond to her correctly.
I tell her that I love her, that I am writing a lot.
She tells me that she puts her hands together for me every night
Prays that I will get the job I want
I guess some prayers do get answered.
Sometimes two hands in the right position, matched with a conversation with God,
Can change things.
I even accidentally call that place home sometimes.

My dream is that my hands evolve into wolves, become part of a pack and work together with other hands to make a difference
Some days they will be the alpha male.
Full of confidence, at the head of the pack
Other days I need someone to show me the right way to go
Because if I’ve learned anything
It’s that I am not always right
I can not always be in control of everything
The only thing I have ever really wanted is to know
That my hands were truly
A part of something.


Details | Couplet | |

Twenty Five

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


Details | Lyric | |

Solipsist

Let the Deicide commence.

You're a voyeur at best!
Your vampiric heart is beating out of your chest!
And you have slayed the ones whom would love you for anything less
Ready to consume the final fragments of innocence,
And for you there is no forgiveness,
On your knees pleading, screaming to a tyrant in the skies;
The father of lies.

I will never be enslaved in your superiority
The people agree: jaded of your false dichotomies.
Know: I will be whomever nature intends to be
Apollo and I will share our dreams,
and you will be forced to see
your failure!

I know who you are...
Readily the first to present your scars
Chained by some despot or mental czar
An emotional homunculus in your mind, behind bars
Reluctant to escape - even when proven fake
Your demented mind - depths no one will penetrate!
 
...And you see me suffering
Not caring of any casualties
Just as long you recieve your safeguard of sympathy
So very wary of the masses and their Anarchy; Liberious ways

Solipsist - Is there no one you can see?
Even if she was presented burning?
Solipsist - Is there no one you can believe?
Even if Sophia was screaming?
Solipsist - Know you have killed and abused me
Imprisoned in your own  personal reality 




Details | Italian Sonnet | |

A Dirty Basement Room

A Dirty Basement Room In a dirty basement room a baby cries Weakened mother was defiled Forced my law to birth a child Upon a dirty pillow she lies In a dirty room the mother dies Mother and son soon reconciled Victims of government gone wild A time to live a time to die Angry rapist walks streets free Will they listen to her plea? In a dirty basement room a baby cries Angry rapist runs streets free In a dirty basement room mother dies Will they listen to her plea?


Details | Couplet | |

Sharing with My Mother

The more I try to reassure my mother,
The more she suspects...

The concerns and cares I shoulder,
I conceal and collect.

Her ears keen to the notes I offer,
My anxiety she dissects.

Taking on more as I grow older,
Less her fear affects.

Understanding her and less eager,
I share all; she accepts, connects.


Details | Narrative | |

THE ERASER CAME WITH SAGE ADVICE

The eraser belonged to me; it was saved by my mother and returned along with many other 
childhood items when I became middle aged. I was curious as to why she would save a 
stubby old eraser from the primary grades, so she reminded me of its’ one and only use. My 
faded memory of that time suddenly became crystal clear, as my mother recounted for me a 
watershed episode from my formative years. 

I had, as they say these days “acted out in school once again,” this time by writing 
unspeakable words in a textbook. Without any hesitation or forethought, I chose as my 
repository the teachers’ edition of our English composition book. Quite frankly, at the time, I 
thought they were literary gems worthy of publication. That’s why I knowingly inscribed them 
there for all to see. Upon further review by more knowledgeable minds, it was determined 
corrective guidance and a phone call home was in order.
 
I was to spend several hours after school that day sweating in contemplative silence as I 
erased the teachers’ edition and many other similarly defaced books. It was during this time 
of reflection that I ground that eraser down to the stub as it remains today. The last visible 
vestiges of my bad expositions disappeared forever that hot afternoon, along with more than 
half of the eraser.

Mother then reminded me of what she overheard the Superintendent tell me, as she sat 
mortally ashamed and waiting for hours in the hallway outside that sweltering classroom. I 
can still visualize her ample adult size, trying in vain to get comfortable, in a sticky one 
armed desk made for a 5th grader.

“ John, I want you to try and remember this:
WHAT YOU SAY to others might last with them until THEY DIE.
But regretful WORDS YOU WRITE, the residue of which, will last long after YOU DIE. 
So you keep what’s left of this eraser and I hope you never need to use it again.”


*For the "Rub it out" contest, i still have the eraser.


Details | I do not know? | |

WHO AM I BY NAME ALONE

written 10th Aug 2013



I am God's child, first and forever
I am known by many different titles, a daughter
I am a wife
I am a mother
I am a grandmother
I am a poet
I am by several ways, known as a sister
I am an acquaintance
I am a loyal friend
I am a stranger
I am a cousin
I am an Auntie
I am a niece
But who is this person, they all call "Denise?"

She is a child to God
She is a niece
She is a cousin
She is a stranger
She is a loyal friend
She is an acquaintance
She is known to many, a sister
She is a poet
She is a grandmother
She is a mother
She is a wife
She is known as a daughter to many
She is everything, she'd ever dreamed her life to be....
She is happier than she ever imagined possible
SHE IS "DENISE"


Details | Imagism | |

A Farmer's Eyes and a Sailor's Shadow

A thorough yield
On a farm field of far east
It took me time to realize
How far I am to my far east of coast

Call of my weather
Call of my winds
I sailed further and farther
To my naked coasts
Naive songs, Nimble rains
Nile of rivers, Nascent clouds

Reaching this far
I kissed my earth
Ground of my grief
Glory of my ghosts
Glad is those leaves
However scanty they are

Cast is my shadows
No longer they hide
My colors and my figures
They cast numbers on stars
Measure their light
Scope my winters
Scale my summers
Scanty my rains
Scuttle I wish my springs

Now let me see my greens
Their leveling heights
Their leafy gaze
Their spiderly gesture
Their primordial texture
Now let me be slow
In company of my greens

#Poem by +Gokul Alex


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

To a Dead Man

You Drive me into this Malice, into this Maze I can only see the last of days Your Creation Failed With Me Burn with malice as you bridge to the plains of ennui


Details | Limerick | |

Her Voice Say

.
               

                     When tired from sweeping with the storebought broom
                                  I'd lean against not wanting to resume
                                       Momma said, "Nusing your bab?"
                                     I would sweep, under breath crab
                        Now would love to hear her say,  "Clean your room!"






(Momma would say nusing not nursing..Bab is instead of baby..)


Details | Rhyme | |

If I Had One Wish

So many thoughts come to mind If only I could really go back in time Change or undo my life’s violent and sexual crimes Tell those around me to open their eyes Pay Attention to the signs If only one wish could really rewind Those pedophilic hands of my life-time… Then I stopped and started to think Who would I be if this didn’t happen to me? What of the woman I’d come to be The wisdom I’d come to see And my children who’s lives are abuse free As a result of my past… my history… Now, with eyes wide and mind free Heart pounding, air, LOVE and life in me Blessed with children to change my legacy, Equipped with words and strength to share my story… my poetry I’d wish only to open the eyes of the blind The mouths of the abused and the hearts of our society… I’d make them see… I’d make them see So no other child has to end up like me… Lay
** For the "If I Had One Wish Contest"


Details | Couplet | |

What Do I Know About Being German

Born American, sixth generation of great-grands all German,
not much liking sausage or sauerkraut, English speaking all the way,

except the Germany of my ancestry was fought over and broken
so I’m a bit of France, Germany, Poland, Hungary all the Holy

Roman empire, dissolved down, fought over, egotized, horrified 
and remade Into some new state where English is as common as German.

We share a love of flowers in the face of cold and rain, I drink less beer
and wine, meet up somewhere, anywhere around the world on a beach.

From my parents and grandparents, I know to serve up too much food
seven sweets, seven sours and drink and whirl the night away to a band.

Hardworking sorts, unafraid of a little dirt, loving dirt, the turnover
and young sprout brought to fruit, wearing overalls and then washing up.

To sit before a pressed linen table cloth, served up on the finest china,
the cha in my father’s name, the uff da, and other exclamations.

The morning rosaries, the blessed churches where we give thanks for all good
and the setting aside of pride while we work together to make our food.

Sure there are aprons for cooking. Shorts for summertime. A dive into any pool.
What do I know of being German, not much, it's just somewhere in my roots.


Details | Rhyme | |

I'm a child again

I’m a child again

I’m a child again and it’s such fun
To kick a ball, and laugh, and run
And walk down to the local park
And being bad, oh, what a lark

I love to watch those colored birds
This always kind of gets me stirred
Their lovely hues, my eyes they daze
These lovely birds do me amaze.

But there is one thing that I do hate
At bath times, fuss I do create 
And mum and dad, they get real mad
I suppose I do play up a tad.

And also I do hate that school
With all its daft, and silly rules
But when I write my little stories
That’s when I get my share of glory.

But really, If I had the choice
I’d really like to raise my voice
And tell them ‘I want out of this!!
Being a child gives me no bliss!’

27 August 2013 @ 1722hrs.


Peter Duggan. You're a kid again contest...Age ten


Details | Free verse | |

Letter to Mother - If I die before I wake

~ Letter to Mother ~ If I die before I wake To my mother I would write I never understood why you were so cruel ~ or why you had an iron fist rule Why you beat me till black and blue ~ for something as simple as not tying my shoe Why you were always enraged ~ why interest in my life you never engaged Why did I get the worst of the abuse ~ when I was the best behaved and did as you told me to Why did you fight to win custody back ~ when maternal instincts you knew you lacked Your torment instilled in me ~ fear, depression, insecurities, and anxiety This is the reason my judgment was flawed ~ mother you should be appalled Even though it was horrific living through this ~ I love you and for your pain to be healed I always wished Even though my body will be gone ~ Even though you may morn My heart is no longer scorn ~ I thank you for being born My life resulted in the lives of more ~ Lives that I love and adore This is the greatest gift you have given me ~ I don’t want or ask for more... I'm FREE Lay


Details | Free verse | |

The Greatest Gift Given

15 years old.
It was a brain tumor, they’d said.

Holding past the current;
undertow of reality slapping
my fragility cold –
(steel bars won’t hold water –
movement always finds its way)

O’, how the lies twist!

Twist like the dusty branches
on an old, gray apple,
holding appraising rooks 
from another’s waking nightmare.

Suicide, they tell me now.

A menagerie of years too late.
Oh…and by the way,
he’s not your real father;
your real father was dead to you
the moment he found out.

This guy’s just The Black-Maker –
(mother stealer; innocence taker)
a mass of dark waiting to fall;
waiting to burrow beneath light skin
(so dark, even the sun lost hope)

exponentially surrendering -
stuck on repeat.
The temper of blood lost, melting
my thin ice –
can you sense the coiled, un-leashed?

Like a waking May snake
tasting the indifferent air for the first time 
since snow;
out of its burrow, and striking 
its own skin ripe;
bleeding my vinegar still, sweet;

distilling a wicked brew (a science
experiment gone bad)
until the steel breaks
and every molecule of unoccupied space
is reduced to motes; unseen in the shadow
of its dying host.

A ticking time-bomb:
Sex, drugs, drinking – all manner
of loose cutting;
memory re-making, recapturing of
her long dead ghost, exhumed 
from its protective bed
of lies –

and how that double edge twists
to this day.
Only now, it twists in wind through 
my reclaimed space.
The sign across my chest reading,
OCCUPIED, instead of
SPACE FOR RENT.

37 years old.
It was suicide. This I know –
lies all told. But,
it was also her greatest gift –
her young life tolled; my life,
paid in full through the tears of time.

(dried up like an ancient river still baring 
the scars of once was…)
From one parent to their child,
the gift of life remains the greatest gift 
of all.

Nothing was ever taken from me.
No…only given -
un-leashed; un-bound; un-coiled.
My own struggle baring weight -
her wrongs come to my light -
I am the Light-Maker now,
and as straight and long as the journey
from one star to the next; and the next, and on.

I have stopped fighting my past and embraced it.
Thanks to all, (life/her/them/Him)
I am learned and open as renewed hope
from the heart
of God.


*For Michael's Un-Twisted contest. This is part of how I un-tiwsted what came to me twisted; 
how I un-did my knots, and gave thanks for those knots instead of trying to fight them.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Women



The Women



(for the countless women, names unknown, who bore the brunt of Apartheid, and who fought the racist system at great cost to themselves and their families, and for my mother, Zubeida Moolla)



Pregnant, your husband on the run,
your daughter, a child, a few years old,

they hauled you in, these brutish men,
into the bowels of Apartheid's racist hell.



They wanted information, you gave them nothing,
these savage men, who skin happened to be lighter,

and white was right in South Africa back then,

but, you did not cower, you stood resolute,

you, my mother, faced them down, their power,
their 'racial superiority', their taunts, their threats.



You, my mother, would not, could not break,

You stood firm, you stood tall.

You, like the countless mothers did not break, did not fall.



You told me many things, of the pains, the struggles,

the scraping for scraps, the desolation of separation
from your beloved Tasneem and your beloved Azad,

my elder sister and brother, whom I could not grow
up with, your beloved children separated by time, by place,

by monstrous Apartheid, by brutish men,
whose skin just happened to be lighter.



You told me many things, as I grew older,
of the years in exile, of the winters that grew ever colder.

You were a fighter, for a just cause,
like countless other South African women,

you sacrificed much, you suffered the pangs,
of memories that cut into your bone, your marrow,

you resisted a system, an ideology, brutal and callous and narrow.



Yes, you lived to see freedom arrive, yet you suffered still,
a family torn apart, and struggling to rebuild a life,

all the while, nursing a void, that nothing could ever fill.



I salute you, mother, as I salute the nameless mothers,

the countless sisters, daughters, women of this land,
who fought, sacrificing it all for taking a moral stand.



I salute you, my mother, and though you have passed,
your body interred in your beloved South African soil,

you shall remain, within me, an ever-present reminder,

of the cost of freedom, the struggles, the hunger, the toil.


I salute you!



(for the brave women of South Africa, of all colours,
who fought against racial discrimination and Apartheid)






Details | Rhyme | |

I Know Of Someone Holding Unforgiveness


I Know of Someone Holding Unforgiveness! I know of someone holding unforgiveness! This has led to a life of much bitterness! Toward his brother, he’s held on to a grudge. From his viewpoint, he won’t even “budge.” No matter what God’s word has clearly spoken… He’s walked with a heart that’s been broken! His son prayed that God would speak to him! That he would forgive, so God could heal him! Forgiveness is a powerful thing to do! If you want God’s mercy to flow through you! We’re not called to “hold back,” the love God’s given! Through Christ shed blood… We’re all forgiven! May the love of Christ come and touch us! It’s no secret how much God really loves us! Please come Lord Jesus! And touch our soul! May we express your love, wherever we go! May God’s gentle love, be what always binds us! HIS words; “love one another,” do remind us! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Rhyme | |

A Very Inviting Temptation

A Very Inviting Temptation! I remember of a particular situation. I was offered a very "inviting" temptation. The situation I was in... I didn't belong! And lost any sense of "right and wrong." At first... I felt no guilt or shame. And brought embarrassment to my family's name. I tried to explain this to my wife and kids. I heard; "Dad... please... no more fibs!" The Godly principles were "tossed to the side," As the sin inside caused arrogance and pride. Soon, all in my life that truly mattered... Was gone! My life was empty and shattered! I was sorry for all of the problems I caused! This time... I took a moment to pause. I cried to God to rescue me from my sin. I confessed! Would God help me once again? I read in the Bible of Jesus’ grace and love! This time the help I needed had to come from above! I asked him for a fresh and brand new start. He removed the stain from a broken heart. He restored to me the joy I once had. I'm so blessed! Jesus has made me glad! Jesus is the reason I'm here today! I LOVE HIM more than words can say! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Witnesses To Sinners



I can't hear the words as they come from my mouth
I can't hear the screams as they work their way out
As I write all is seen is a blur and blank moment and
Once recovered sensed the words were written,not 
Even a look to see what was written only to know it
Was there.Sleepless night,taunt  filled faces horde my
Dreams.Have this made me fall so low no longer am I
Am I able to stand on my own to feet.How many times 
Will you make me cry before claiming only to being a 
Witness in a crime,your crime. Putting on that face
Working the crowds with amazing easily,how I hate you
Yes all the thing I think about revolve around you.
How many times have I witness myself wound my self
With your blade? As though under a spell doing as order
Without a cry to the world what made me so diligent ?
But no longer can you be a witness,No longer can I be 
A witness to these crimes that been committed.Be us both
Sinners be us both lovers be that we both be cursed 
We shall witness our sins become whole and the love in
Which we share spread further and further like the flames 
Of hades. May there be peace for sinners in the next world.
We are both witnesses and at the same time 
We are both sinners one day to become consumed by our
Own darkness how far will we fall until that moment comes?
May we be good may we be bad may we fall may we live may 
May we die or carry on we are the Witnesses We are the Sinners
To this world and the next.


Details | Tanka | |

Task at hand

___________________________________________________________________



As I stand in my kitchen, my hands shape the dough intent on making a pie.... “Who’s hands are those?” I wonder… I see mother’s signature
____________________________________ For Brian Strand's Contest "Five Lines Down"


Details | Monorhyme | |

BEWARE

*****BEWARE ~ reads the file***** Love struck mothers in denial while the Pedophile robs the innocent child Lay


Details | Free verse | |

I Hear My Mothers Voice

I hear my mother's voice 
among cracked eggshells 
and broken dreams 

her tears flowing quietly 
with acceptance 
upon my cheeks 

as I strive 
for a different lot 
than the one once 
allowed 

I hear disappointment
in the long pauses 
of her sighs 

with just that ache 
that always yearns 
for so much more 

I hear the excuses 
tripping from 
sullen lips 
trying to curve 
into a smile 

but denial 
weights it down 
in corners where she 
was pigeoned holed 

I hear my mother's voice 
as I speak in words 
I don't wish to hear 

with inflections 
I don't wish to feel
and with outcomes 
I never wish to 
realize 

and so I strive to find 
my own voice 
among the constant clatter 
of memory and probability 

searching to define myself 
separately 
with her voice to guide 
instead of control

my destiny...



Details | Tanka | |

No turning back

A Mothers Meditation

I taught her better.
I didn’t want this for her
She’s followed my tracks
Look at her, life is ruined
She knows not what she’s done


	The Daughters Disposition

	Wow, what did I do?
	I can’t bear the pain she flaunts
	Her disappointment…
	Stings… like a swift kick inside
	What on earth was I thinking?


A Teen Dad’s Train of Thought

Did I? I didn’t!
It wouldn’t have felt as good…
She took the pill right?
What if, she was with other guys?
What do I tell my parents?

"Studies and surveys of young teen males show they are worried the pleasure 
experienced during intercourse will diminish with the use of a condom."
Source: http://www.pregnantteenhelp.org/statistics/teen-condom-use-statistics/

©
All rights reserved
Contest: Mom, I’M PREGNANT!
05/19/2011


Details | Rhyme | |

A Planet In Despair

 
As this planet's caretakers 
Just what have we done 
To our dear mother earth 
For our luxuries and fun 

Torturing and killing 
This celestial body 
Surrounded by stars 
Writhing and rotting 

Poisons poured down 
Atmosphere's throat 
With toxic chemicals 
The planet we soak 

The rapid destruction 
Of the ozone layer 
At the unmerciful hands 
Of nature's true slayer 

The one's who steal 
And live to destroy 
The forests and trees 
And nature's true joys 

Killing the wildlife 
All over the map 
Considered mere beasts 
Yet the savage is man 

We take down their homes 
Without second thought 
We butcher and slaughter 
Vile planet we've wrought 

No, life on this earth 
Is not just our own 
For the taking and raping 
We have done all alone 

We have only created 
A planet in despair 
An earth crying out 
Do we even care? 

Our oceans now filled 
With poisonous oil 
Spilled by the greed 
Of those who toil 

For the very last drop 
Of our liquid gold 
To life in these waters 
Our hearts ever cold 

Often left entirely soaked 
Dripping with damage done 
Those that are left to die 
In oceans of oil and muck 

As the number of animals 
At our ever brutal hands 
Decline and go extinct 
With them diminish our lands 

Each and every single day 
They struggle to survive 
Even the most illiterate 
Can read it in their eyes 

They are the true victims 
Under man's brutal dominion 
Who along with us, pay the price 
The eventual planet's oblivion 

For what man does gain 
With all his luxuries 
Is mother earth destroyed 
The defenseless suffering 

Yes, I am a tad disturbed 
By man as he still covets 
But pay no mind for all I am 
Is a disgruntled, middle-aged poet 


Copyright © 2010 Camille Rose Castillo 



Details | Epitaph | |

Mama Cried

Mama cried when Papa died,
he was killed by a drunk on the interstate;
but Mama stopped shedding tears,
for she had a daughter yet to raise.

Mama cried when Becky died,
she was killed by an abusive husband;
but Mama stopped shedding tears,
for she had a grandson yet to raise.

Mama cried when Bobby died,
he was killed by an IED in Afghanistan;
but Mama stopped shedding tears,
for she had her own life yet to live.

No one on earth cried when Mama died,
she was killed by a deranged drug addicted junkie
for the seventeen dollars and change she had in her purse;
but the angels cried in paradise when Mama died.


Details | Sonnet | |

Bless it be Thee!

May 27, 2010

Bless it be Thee!

Bless it be Thee!
Truly, I love you.
My whole my new.
My heart your key!

Loose lips and free.
Realistically, I knew!
You are far and few.
I can justly let it be.

You know, it is Gemini’s Full Moon tonight,
The Universe is waking up figuring us all out.
Point me out as a random beam of Moonlight,
I am engulfing and enriching charts in route.

Swiftly suited, I stand in my place!
Bless it be it to Thee! A closed case!

®Registered: Ann Rich 2010


Details | Free verse | |

Haunted

On Memorial Day I am haunted and flooded with so much grief.
My Mother lies next to my Grandmother and they next to my Great Aunt.
My Fathers name is there, too, but blessedly he’s not there yet.
Such great memories are restored as I look at each stone.
Once again I’m a rambling child with no kids of my own.
I remember the safety they afforded me, and all the treats and their love.
All their little sacrifices they gave, when I was still too young to know.
Why did I chase after a kitten when Grandma was so close by my side?
A simple tug on her skirt and she would of hugged me and smiled with pride.
Why was I discovering butterflies, when my Great Aunt was close there too?
She made the best pies EVER from scratch while I played in another room.
Why did I take Mom for granted… when as a child she gave me so much?
What I wouldn’t give for her gentle touch… and another soothing hug…
And Grandpa lies by Grandma… he was always repairing something or by her side.
And now there are all my aunts, uncles, and cousins that are all scattered around. 
They made Christmas my favorite time as their talk and laughter rang out.
They’d laugh, talk, and enjoy each other’s company, as I’m sure now they do.
I can’t imagine them in any other way, than at my Grandma’s on those wonderful 
days.
We’d sit down to a holiday feast with everyone all around and it all seemed like play.
Were they then thinking of others that they knew from long ago?

As I walk around the graveyard picking out old friends, I remember their wistful 
looks…
They did the same each year, as they talked about the past even back then.
Perhaps its time my stone goes there, though I’ve a few more years to go.
That will help my children when it’s also my time to go…
And surprisingly it makes me feel I’m not leaving the older family alone.
It’s like a kiss, and a tug on a skirt to leave that something behind.
It’s a promise… they’ll be remembered until it too, is my time…
Until then I’ll bring my children and tell stories from long ago…
One day a year can’t be too much since it’s memories that I bestow. 
And they all simply add up to the life that I have known.


Details | Lyric | |

Nature's Sigh

The Black butterfly waves away her adorations
All she seeks is seclusion, subsuming slave to mortification
The Dear Air is all she can breath, captive of imaginary dreams
The Beacon resonates, but the hope isolates
The Wasteland's silky fingers caressing the virgin's face

So she is now, the covet of the damned
Programmed to every victim's pain
Carrying the weight of every sorrow
Drowning in wrongs she does not know
But paradise is at loss; she must go

Nature sighs after the bite
All my hopes fading
Don't look at me with those sorrowful eyes
How do you know exactly what I'm feeling?
I'm just the ghost flower passing by
And you can hear nature's sigh


Details | Rhyme | |

Cutting Cheese 2

Now that I'm retired
And know I can't be fired
I'll do anything I damn well please
And I don't give a hoot
Who hears me when I toot
For I have grown acustomed to the cheese
Old women and old men
As they grow nearer their end
Really just don't care what people think
Say and do what's on their mind
For as they age they find
They kinda like to raise a little stink


Details | I do not know? | |

Blast From the Past

I was with you until I was ten, then the Lord came and took your hand;
Goodbye was hard to say, I was so young when you went away.
Time went on, abuse and pain, all my sunshine turned to rain;
My father's house was dark and cold, loneliness consumed my soul.

Then one day as I walked home, someone whispered, "your not alone!"
I stopped to look about, nothing there so I went on.
Once at my door, fear gripped my heart;
I could see my step-mom was drinking, there was a darkness, coming, creeping!

I hurried past her to my room, she followed me with doom and gloom;
then I saw what was in her hand, my heart sank like shifting sand!
She held a gun close to her side, there was a gleam of glee deep in her eyes;
she lifted it up to my head, my eyes on hers in deep concern,I collapsed upon my bed.

There was no sound, no light, no shout, but I could feel angels of God all about;
My heart it trembled deep inside, as my fear turned to courage, I could not hide.
I sat and faced death that day, and Jesus held me all the way;
Soon she dropped the gun back down, she couldn't do it, and without a sound;

she turned and crept away!
I was twelve years old that day!


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Wisdom of Heights---Climb with Me

This morning
bells toll
a trumpet sounds
but refuses to blare
it just doesn't know 
how to harm
what it takes
to infect the living 

trees
earth
and sound
survive sadness
out last the past
bond brothers and sisters
of sky
air 
mud 
and water
as it loses 
to a force

some days...

this morning
it wins
because the vibration knows god
and is ONE

and though human imperfections
sit in the shadows of it's path
perfections will
and forever will
prevail

people
so arrogant 
we choose to destroy 
but how can we concentrate 
on methods of malcontent
when god sits at our breakfast table?
urging
as father urges child
"get up!"
"move on!"
"stand on two feet!"
"breath child!"

he tolls the bell
as we lay on deaf ears
he loosens ties with anger 
as the path warns and wears
thrusting
driving this cosmic ship 
of no loses
only tiny
arrogant setbacks

and he smiles
for he knows
what we yet
have to find...
and all is well.


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America Is Being DESTROYED From Within

 

As sin and perversion often become integrated… So many lives and families are being “disintegrated.” Many are being driven by sin’s temptation force… It’s no wonder much of this country is way “off course.” The morality and values that once made a great nation. Are evaporating…. Leading to a “spiritual separation.” Love, honor, and respect of God… Is often a “thing of the past.” Anything of God seems to be disappearing FAST! God is our only hope! And him alone! Only he can bring healing to our broken homes! He’s the answer to this wounded nation, that bleeds! It’s only God that can meet all of our needs! He’s our provider… The great: “I am!” Won’t you reach out to him? And give him your hand? Why not give him a chance? And allow him in? A brand new life for you… Is waiting to begin! May we allow God’s holiness and love to reach down into our hearts… Asking; “Lord please forgive our sins!” Is a good place to start! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Haiku | |

What People Were and What People Are

People were
Many things.
Strange or not

People were
Different and
Odd and fun.

People were
Monsters but…
That’s not all

People were
And still are
Strange and odd.

People are
People. For
life is life. 

Yet not.
Not is lies.
Truth seeps from

Every mouth
Lies, lies, lies
Move, move, move

But somehow
Lies prevail.
Lies are life.

Lies are death.
Lies are homes.
Lies are pain.

Lies are truth.
Yet somehow.
Truth prevails.

Truth is life.
Truth is death.
Truth is home.

Truth is pain.
Truth is lie.
Truth is that.

Lies will die.
Lies will cease.
Nevermore.

Truth will live.
Truth will be.
Forever.


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Dreamers Dance

Her thoughts drift out the window
on the cool autumn breeze
and a smile creeps upon her withered face
as she remembers the first time she saw
this house
This house that is so old and worn
like her heart
and she sways to the music in her mind
as a tune tumbles from her memory
she dances and twirls across the floor
as the melody carries her dream
back to the days when he was still alive
and would sweep her into his arms
and kiss her wrinkled brow
she stops in mid-stride and a tear rolls
down her leathery cheek
and she smiles
a smile for the love they shared
when they were caught up in their
dreamers dance.


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Hide and Seek

Where has she been all this time...
The "Me" I never sought to find?
Epiphany when least expected:
All these years was quietly neglected
Fashioned into sweet denial
Kept in check all the while
But she was there, a waif in the wings...
Waiting for me to look beyond all of the things
That I have collected and put on a shelf
But really had nothing to do with myself
Why did it take a lifetime to see
The perfect Me I always wanted to be?



...for my Mom


Details | I do not know? | |

Is it justice or injustice

If i allow a mother to steal food, in order to feed her babies. Does that make me 
an angel or criminal? How do we as people not take responsibilty to change our 
own destiny?
For justice is the right of everyone!

If i don't take the time to teach this mother to stand, to be self reliant, to have faith, 
to face her fears. If i don't teach her compassion and self respect. Does that 
make me part of the problem or the solution?
For any injustice hurts everyone!

If i don't register to vote because i believe the system is broke. How then can i sit 
on this mother's jury, with 11 others to deceide if she committed a crime?
For justice is the right of everyone!

If i allow the truth to be silenced by her economics or her up bringing. Am I giving 
her an excuse to keep on?
For any injustice hurts everyone!

If i check hispanic as my race because my other choices demand that i deny my 
mother. Does that mean that i disrespect my own people?Does that mean i don't 
believer in Dr. King's dream?
For justice is the right of everyone!

If i allow the disrespect of another's faith, from one coming of my own. Does that 
mean I have no faith in my own beliefs?
For any injustice hurts everyone!

If i adopt a child from a a foreign country. Does that make me heartless to the 
needs of the here?
For justice is the right of everyone!

If am a solider supporting my family and I must go to war. Does that mean I 
support the reasons behind the war?
For any injustice hurts everyone!

If am a hard working law abiding citixen . Does that mean that it is none of my 
concern how the system punishes criminals of differnt races?
For justice is the right of everyone!

If my child is on life support and my insurance won't cover no more treatment . 
Who then has the right to deceide if my child lives or dies?
For any injustice hurts everyone!

If i justify my wrong doings with excuses of what was done to me and my people.
Will you tell me what that makes me?
For justice is the right of everyone!

Justice is everyone's freedom to think, feel, love, have no limits in what one can 
do. Justice is to receive the respect of everyone. Not to be judged for sex,race or 
faith. To have equal opportunities for you and I!
To quote Dr. King's words, " Injustice anywhere threatens justice everywhere!" 
end quote.
For any injustice hurts everyone!


Details | Villanelle | |

Total Destruction

<                                   Destruction of beautiful mother earth
                                     Will it spin off mantel like head to gawk 
                                     Or destroyed by mankind for what it's worth

                                     Floods fires quakes acts from natures own birth
                                     Litterbugs arsonists terrorists balks
                                     Destruction of beautiful mother earth


                                    Illuminate waters that someone hurts
                                    Cleanliness is painted in Godly chalk
                                    Or destroyed by mankind for what it's worth

                                    Man woman and even thy smallest mirth
                                    For thy Father in our Heaven will stalk
                                    Destruction of beautiful mother earth

                                   Eagle that soars a wolf howling from girth
                                   Will thy it's freedom ring out thus like the hawk 
                                   Or destroyed by mankind for what it's worth

                                   Like land before time when man walked
                                   Wonder how forces existed and talked
                                   Destruction of beautiful mother earth
                                   Or destroyed by mankind for what it's worth


Details | Senryu | |

' Golden Harvest ... ' 40th Senryu

    Golden, Full Moon Shone
On All The Harvest, That’s Grown
    Welcome In Our Home


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As A Parent I Want My Kids to Serve God


As A Parent, I Want My Kids to Serve God! As a parent, I’m trying the best that I can…. Though there are things that I don’t understand! I remember my parents teaching me right and wrong. And taught that God’s laws certainly belong! I’ve tried to share these values with my kids too… The choices they’ve made, and the things they do! When situations in life, seem to have changed… I know that my heavenly father remains the same! I think about what in life, to my kids, I have given… And pray they’ll serve God all the days they’re livin’! Even though I’ve failed and stumbled along the way… I hope I’ve taught my kids how important it is to pray! This family that God gave to me, has grown over a period of time. I’m thankful for the opportunity to call them “mine.” I pray they’ll seek God’s guidance! Wherever they go! May the word of God strengthen and nourish their soul! And as my kids get older, and they move out on their own… May they seek God’s love and protection over their home! I pray that my children will give God their very best! May they serve him daily! And let him take care of the rest! I’m trying my best, as a parent, to trust Jesus and believe! His goodness, in our lives, is what we need to achieve! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Nonet | |

Ties Not Broken

I see love between mother and 
son.
Love that can never be undone.
Ties not broken with life gone.
Earth, Heaven together.
Feel the life, dream the death.
They both shine as one.
Son surrounds the
Living mom.
Love lives
On.

©Holly P. Moore
   April 2013


Details | Sonnet | |

Mother Wisdom

“If a child's mother be wisdom, his Father is  pleased!”

The word of wisdom is mother as love,

If child’s mother is found in wisdom’s  words,

Mother speaks wisdom from Father above,

Lively mother exalts in life’s word surge.

As child partakes in milk of it’s mother,

His exhale wisdom of her, shall promote,

He bonds with her, she shan’t ever smother,

She shall correct  errors of foolish quotes.

`O hear the words of precept, "Agape",

“Enter into pathway of narrow strait,

Manifest wisdom, concept Love’s copy.”

Concept the precept, the Immaculate, 

Ponder a pathway for beautiful feet,

Deny strives of boils in festers of seethe!”  

For contest: Mother
In Honor of: Constance La France 
By john moses freeman


Details | Free verse | |

Life Can Be Cruel

I cannot get into heaven
God I have tried!
Suicide is a double edge sword
Especially when you survive!
Walking the streets at night
Dazed and confused
Longing to be loved
Wondering...
When is Mum, coming for me?

"Does she still love me?"
"Does she still care?"
"Does she still think of me?"
"Does she wonder, where I am?"

I want her to come find me
I want her to say she 'loves me’
I want her to comfort me
I want her to take me home
And keep me safe
And not forget hat I exist
Like the way she treats me now

I wish God 
Could make my Mum
Magically appear
Making this hellish nightmare
On the street
Disappear!

“Send my Mum please!”
So, all this can end!
Before this last ray of hope
Diminishes for good!

I don’t want to become
The walking dead
Forever forgotten as if 
I was never born!
For this is the cruel, harsh reality
Of living life, feeling unloved
Uncared for, abandoned,
Left to fend for my own

A dangerous killer inside me
Eating away, at my soul
Something, no one can see
As I suffer in silence
My insides crippling!

Lost, alone and frightened
Weeping on a dirty
Graffiti park bench
Dirty tears
Rolling down my cheeks
Stuffing newspapers under my jumper
To keep myself warm

“What am I going to do?”

“Will I make it through the night?”
“Will I get raped and beaten?”
"Will I be left for dead?”
“Will I survive
To see another day?

“Is my life worth living?”

Please God, I beg of you
Have mercy now
Please show me the way!


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The Ugliness Of Divorce


My parents taught me the Christian ways.
I was taught to obey what the Bible says.

I was proud of my parents!  I really was!
And loved them so much…  Just because!

They meant everything to me!  I was proud!
Until one day...  There appeared “a dark cloud.”

It was like a “darkness” hovered above.
Leaving their marriage empty of needed love!

Though they were together many years.
There were many cracks that soon appeared.

I say a once happy home soon destroyed.
Being with one another….  They no longer enjoyed!

How could this happen! I had wondered…
To see a happy marriage “totally plundered

As sin crept in...  And allowed to prevail.
Very soon this marriage simply failed.

May this be a warning for me and you…
That our commitment remains faithful and true!

If your marriage is heading toward separation…
Please seek God for a healing and restoration!

If your planning to have a divorce..
Jesus’ love can put it on the right course!

He can replace the brokenness and hurt within..
And can put your lives back together AGAIN!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Couplet | |

The Ugly Sin

We can't get back the years we have lost
The Demon inside stole you at all cost

The father you loved and trusted in
Took your innocence a mortal sin

Your broken spirit yearns more of the same
Now he tells me... that I am to blame

I should have not left you and trusted him
Denial has ways of making life grim

Now what can I do since he took my child
In ways someone could never take mild

I have no witness but you my sweet girl
Protecing your secret till God's grace unfurls

In bed thinking what could I have done
Of all Ugly... this the ugliest one~


Details | I do not know? | |

You're my what....?!

           This is not my WORLD.

           You're my WORLD.

           You're my EVERYTHING.

           You're the FLOWERS, the GRASS, 

           You're my THOUGHTS,

           You're my EVERYTHING.
            
           This is not my WORLD.
           You're my WORLD.
                     
          So now.....
                be part of my.....
                                    LOVE.



                  *please comment if you don't mind, i'd really like to know your thoughts 
(fav poem if you like)*
                                                  
                                                            -Angel4eva23


Details | Free verse | |

Emigration comes full circle

I left Ireland in the 80's with my husband and two babies for Holland. In 2003, we 
returned so that our children could have an Irish University education. Dublin was 
buzzing with life at the time, it was very expensive but we were home. Now in 2011, 
my daughter is emigrating, back down the old ancestral path, she is going to Madrid 
to teach English there. Our country has collapsed so badly, there is no employment 
here so we are exporting our young, educated children by the day. A sad day for me 
as my daughter leaves tomorrow. I wrote her this poem.


To Sarah
On the wave of emigration
I want you to know
That I see you, a fellow female
An equal on every level
Not just my daughter
My little pink princess
I see you as a woman
A power within this world
With oceans to offer
A lifetime still to learn
Go to your new life
A teacher in Madrid
Be free and fearless
Spread your wings and fly
Take the opportunities
Shape them to your dreams
You have all the tools
You can use them now.

Your analytic mind
Will help you make good decision
Fair and just rewards will ensue.
Your radiating heart
Will gift you new friendships
Maybe even a new love
All in good time
You will never be alone
Because you have a deep sense of self
This will be fortified
With this new tide
Your feet firmly planted
Will always serve you well
Balancing the ups and downs of Libra
Always true to yourself
Life will be true to you too.

We live in a new age today
This global world is small
As we email and skype
Fly back and forth to visit
We will continue to love
As mother and daughter
Our journeys through life
Shared
Forever together
My love
I will hold you safe
In my heart.
 


Details | I do not know? | |

She Was Beautiful

Whispers...

Don't wake her,

Let her rest.


Whispers....

Don't tell her,

She's not ready.


Whispers awakened her

From a drug induced 

Slumber.


She listens 

For a voice

So familiar

It could have been her own.


A voice 

Cooing at a child,

Smiling in it's vibrations

Making promises

It will keep,

Making promises 

It can never keep.


This voice was not there

Among the whispers,

And yet she yearned

To hear this voice.


The slumber was thick

And yet she swam

To the surface

Using all she could summon

To break the surface 

To break the slumber.


As her eyelids fluttered

A strong hand 

Grasped her hand,

Pulling her through

To the real world.


He sat at her bedside,

A face as familiar

As her own.

And with her eyes

She asked the question

He was afraid to answer.


"She was beautiful."


It was the word 

Was

That plunged her back

Into the abyss of dreams

And unrealized wishes,

Leaving her there 

For a day,

Or was it two.


When she woke,

Those words roused her.


When she slept,

Those words were her lullaby.


No child

Rested in her arms,

Once nestled in her womb.


No child 

Suckled at her bosom,

Now heavy with sustenance.


No child 

To cry out

For her mother.


Time waits for no one,

And days pass,

Then weeks and months

And soon a year 

Had come and gone.


Soon another child

Filled her womb

And this child was born,

And then another,

And then another.


Three children

Had rested in her arms,

Suckled at her bosom

And cried out to her,

Their mother.


And when asked

About the fourth

She would say,

"She was beautiful."


Details | Quatern | |

The Wurm Turns

And so, the wurm has turned within
the crust of angered Mother Earth.
The skies will weep, the oceans leap,
a hurricane of terror bawls.

We've torn flesh from her bones.
And so, the wurm has turned within
the hollow spaces gape, sore wounds,
man kind and his hoard, dross.. succumb.

Earth's breath, the wind, snaps at the trees,
limbs and roots are torn asunder.
And so, the wurm has turned within
a parasitic dream unfolds.

Who will devour, feed, free, destroy
a quandary for the sentient?
A dark outcome, long foretold  
and so, the wurm has turned within.



Proverb is first recorded in John Heywood's 1546 collection of proverbs in the form:
"Tread a woorme on the tayle and it must turne agayne." 
(Henry VI, part III).Shakespeare,"The smallest worm will turn, being trodden on" 

The proverb means, 'even the most humble will strike back if abused enough', 
and certainly we are abusing Mother Earth.

*wurm is also a double entendre for dragon of which some say the earth
is merely the shell holding the Mother of all Dragons


Details | Acrostic | |

~To Be A Mother Is A Gift~

There are times when I feel I don't have all the answers and I 
Often have to ask God to give me the wisdom and understanding

Because being a mother, I don't always know what to do
Every day is a learning process, But I am eager and

Always

Motivated to be the best mother I can be, I am
Overwhelmed at times but still so very
Thankful to God for blessing me with such a gift
Honored to be not only a mother but a friend
Ecstatic in watching my daughter grow and 
Realizing that I was chosen to guide and nurture her

Is truly an amazing and overwhelming feeling
Since I had lost my first child, I'm still haunted

At the thought of who she or he would have been but

God has given me a second chance and I am so grateful
I get to wake up each day staring into her beautiful face
Fighting back the tears of happiness she has graced me with 
Thinking to myself, I love her more than anything


Details | Free verse | |

Spiritual Edification of Humanity

You are embarking upon the journey of 1000 lifetimes…
Inner stirrings are the awakening to soul’s feelings…
Evolving into the highest level of being…
You are not becoming something…
Merely remembering that it is you; present within the atomic structure…

Release grasps of identity and fear allowing Auric healing…
Feeding fire lavender laced copal extending energetic dexterity…
Smoldering sweet grass with sage reaching higher mind clarity…
Summoning soul guides; invoking dharma communion…
Connected to mother from my root chord below sacred this linear union…  
Dangling in gravity; attached to sky my crown beams of light…
Erasing brevity; connected to the trinity, Indigo Crystalline rainbow might…


Existence is continual; just as perpetual motion…
Significance within decisions unto what this powerful mind envisions…
Walking hand in hand as one; grandest loving you smiles into the angst filled eyes…
Of the you walking alone blinded by believing fear based lies…
Reaching out to yourself in compassion, love and presence to take immediate action…
Heal this part of you learn to live from soul’s love of passion…

Conflict and confrontation on the earth stage…
Splitting us apart using fear with rage…
The confusion wedge of existence; separation illusion…
Outdated is its intention; now divine is the intervention…
Empowering one, then to another choosing the path absent of force…
Here now to feed observation of creative knowing back to divinity…
Allowing the god field of potentiality to know itself as we know ourselves…
To be itself manifested through all of life…
For within entanglement of electromagnetic fields; one Family of source…


Knowing our real identity; spirit co-creators…
Feeding fire lavender laced copal extending energetic dexterity…
Smoldering sweet grass with sage reaching higher mind clarity…
Opening to the heart; invoking dharma communion…
Connected to mother from my elemental construction releasing energy obstruction…  
Dangling in gravity; attached to sky my crown beams of light…
Erasing brevity; connected to the trinity, Indigo Crystalline rainbow might…


Details | Blank verse | |

Biting my Tongue Again

My tongue
has no more blood; 
no tissue to slide through my teeth.

I have bitten my tongue
so long
my message deflates beneath.


©  2011  ~JSLambert Esquire


Details | ABC | |

my son (by kimmy holmes, my daughter)

You're too much for me
Your smile, attitude
It's too beautiful
My sweet child
I am so glad
you are better than me
I miss you when you are away

being better than me 
or your father

I know you are a visionary
you are a professor
you will somehow
make it sing


Details | Quatrain | |

Redeye Gravy

Now sits the redeye gravy in the pan
It certainly is not at all like jam
Mom made it years ago  for her man
Fry some country ham, pour  coffee bam

Never knew why it was called redeye
Then my grandson informed me just why
Men who had been out late had bleareye
Who looked like they had been drip-dry

I always thought that it was because
It had dark red color from drippings
In my home it  got an applause
I thought that it was God's blessings

I learned my husband doesn't like it
My grandson doesn't like redeye gravy
When I make it only make a bit
Always redeye gravy left heavy

Today decided to place on grits
Feed to the cats see if they like it
Now cat is running around won't sit
I guess that caffeine gave them lift


Details | Free verse | |

marking time....to my friends on poetry soup.- the Lord helped me fight death and won.

i don't want to be just marking

time.  i died on november 20,

2008, during surgery.  i was

on a vent when i awakened 

december 2, 2008....my sisters'

birthday. what made me llive

i'll never know.  i know there

are things to do on this side

of death.



i have no time for marking time.

i have a stupid bag hanging from

my side now.  i am supposed to

"get comfortable with it".  well

that was a laugh.

that was a laugh until i thought

of the people that had these

things with no hope of ever

getting away from them.



i am so lucky.  14 days i laid

on a vent, then 22 more.

i came home 3 days, 



then 


i had
great pain in my chest...
.
well this is great i said,

a pulmonary emboli, 15 more

days, three days home.



then back to e.r. blood pressure

too high.  this bought me 

4 more days in e.r.



i am home now and finally 

have spent 19 days home.

i feel every pain and i feel

every time that i feel good



yes, i am never marking

time again.....there is

something about fighting

for your life and your sanity

that straightens things out.



i don't recommend it but

i wish i could let your hearts

know what i know.

janetta


Details | Rhyme | |

A Box of Hope and Dreams

I keep my dreams and aspirations,
stored away neatly in this box.
Tied off with a pretty pink ribbon,
secured tightly with key and lock.

And every time I feel like a failure,
I open it, so I can again feel alive.
Arms of dreams tightly surround me,
giving me strength I need to survive.

I’ve hidden this box in a secret place,
where I’m the only who can see.
A beautiful box of hopes and dreams,
finely sewn with love at the seams.

This box is opened quite frequently,
especially when we’re apart –
this rhetorical box of memories,
in perfect synch with each beat of my heart


Details | Narrative | |

Una Visita con Mama -- A Visit With Mama

We walk the rocky shore
and you lean heavily on me,
Mother, bruising my balky arm --
muttering "Ay, Hijo!";
a few steps and, breathless,
we are both exhausted.
Your once-brown eyes, gone gray,
are like concentric rings
rippling from a random stone
thrown into a polluted pond
in winter: eyes as flat
as the latex paint that
coats a cheerless rented room.
Cataracts circle your lenses;
they have a ruptured look --
purple, jellied -- like the eyes
of a dead fish, which I poke,
perversely fascinated.
It is puffed and rotten.
Your eyes are puffed, too, red-rimmed,
moist with tears that brim over
though you try to blink them back.
That you love me and I you,
and that we wish to extend
our time together, is clear --
as clear as the black water
in the pond, as clear as your
cataract-clouded eyes,
as clear as my conscience
when I drop you at the Home,
cleverly inventing an important
meeting, to which I hastily fly.


Details | Rhyme | |

If You Were

If you were a penny, I’d keep you in my front pocket every day.
I’d shine and cleanse you daily, washing all troubles and woes away.
If you were a diamond ring, on my finger is where you’d stay.
I’d shine the stone feverishly, parting all frets and worries astray.

If you were a novel, I’d place you at the very front of the shelf,
I’d tear out the pages of misery, and swallow the depression myself.
If you were as free as a butterfly, I’d cup you within my hands.
I’d whisper all my secrets, then release you from all commands.

If you were a painting, I’d pose you directly over so all could see,
I’d dust away the tears and guilt, inhaling the particles inside of me.
If you were a bronze statue, I would polish you until you shined.
I’d scour away the torment, and any melancholy I should find.

If you were a flower, I’d pluck the petals of bane from your life,
I’d water and feed you frequently, nourishing the roots of strife.
If you were an eagle, I’d admire your rare beauty from above,
I’d watch you slowly soar into the horizon, taking with you,
my heart, my soul and love.


Details | Free verse | |

Woman, The I AM

I am the woman. I am the only woman. I am the one woman. My name is Women. I nurse nations at my breast. Ripened bosoms set loins afire. Life spews forth from my parted thighs. Astride they clamp and drain desire. Lips, that part as seas once did, Guiding the yearning with silent voice. Plump and moist, they quench the arid Voices singing their grateful rejoice. My blood flows red, and rich, and warm. Tears stream rivulets borne of joy and sorrow. A rib once lost, hath given no reason to mourn I am perfected, I will lead all tomorrow. Woman, is my name. Woman, I am the one. Woman, I am the only one. Woman, the I am.


Details | Monorhyme | |

No One Told Me

No One Told Me
A cement block is tied to my heart
Need a running start
At night my voice carries like a lark
Death’s arrow has hit its mark
My life is so dark
The side of the ocean is full of sharks
Some days I feel like such a tart
I used to be such a sweetheart
No one told me life would be so hard.


Details | Lyric | |

Trees and Dirt

Trees and dirt I sleep on the earth, the dust the sand, longing to birth.
Oil on skin, bare, 
sweat on your back, 
feels amazing.
Yes! Im back on track.
Sleeping cosy as a worm, 
unencumbered by any material possession or fixed term.
Free to explore, a magical universe, 
I must implore.
No home, no chores, no bills to pay. 
Just water, food gathered and warmth today.
A dusty cave, cute as a button, no slamming door, 
just love in your belly, to the very core.
I love this realm, 
just need more time, 
time to explore.
Trees and dirt  I sleep on the earth, the dust, the sand, longing to birth.
And return once again to mother earth.


Details | Rhyme | |

Does Family Really Matter Anymore


A family had a wedding...  The brother wasn’t invited.
The fact they didn’t want him,.. 
Was already decided!

When asked why his name had been “omitted.”
It was because of past wrongs he had committed.

The words spoken, one could hardly believe it!
Any kind of forgiveness? 
 They didn’t receive it!

How many times are loved ones not
 invited to “family occasions.”
Often times, families listen to “outside persuasions.”

Someone does something, 
that may not be liked.
Then they’re often told to “go take a hike!

No wonder why many families 
battle one another!
They have failed to truly love each other!

As we continue to see families drift apart.
This often leads to a wounded 
and broken heart!

Christ gave us his best!  
When we were at our lowest!
A life of mercy and forgiveness…  
He wants to show us!

If we can’t treat one another
 as Christ commands…
Then HIS way of family living….  
We’ll never understand!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Lyric | |

WHAT I IMAGINE

What I imagine is beyond my years, 
An equilent  stare 
And an equilent ear.
 A sombre mind 
Is what one ought to have, but I foresee 
What plays in my head 
Is a movie 
Of such great distress, 
I see a young girl, 
A good girl, 
And the other side 
Of the mirror 
Is a different 
Sort of girl. 
More like the one before 
In the image the mirror gives off. 
If one would say the mirror lies, 
Then that one would realise
The only thing that stands between these two girls is the thin membrane called glass.
Yet with the absence of such, they are merged into one. And when they come out to play
A tiny piece of each stands out like the small glow of the paraffin lamp my grandmother used to forbid us to use 
Their memories of each other 
Are like the memories 
Of one individual person, 
Yet seeing them 
Side by side 
Would greatly outline 
Their stalk differences
But in world of fear
You can only love one
And their tears are the only thing that mimics their distress.
 


Details | Rhyme | |

I Knew Someone Who Wanted to End It All

I Knew Someone Who Was Ready to “End It All!” I knew of someone who just wanted “to end it.” Giving up on life, and did not want to “defend it.” It was a heart wrenching and difficult situation. He said what he wanted to, with no explanation! I could see his face and the sad look in his eyes! What he was going to do next, was anyone’s surprise. He turned to drugs and encountered addictions. With this brought much disease and afflictions! He gave up on the wonderful family that was given. And turned to a pretty wild and crazy way of livin’! I told him about a God who loves him very deeply. As he listened, he began to grow restless and weary. I reached for his hand and began to pray for God’s power! It was a miracle! The blood of Jesus changed him that hour! The spirit of God brought healing and hope to his body! He was so excited! He rushed out to tell everybody! The “end” that he wanted, seemed to just fade away! For the son of the living God, changed him this day! The glory of God, and the power of Jesus’ resurrection… Changed him! And got him going in a NEW direction! He’s so thankful for the blood of Christ’ atonement! And is a different person now, because of that moment! This same Jesus loves and can do the same for YOU! Through the problems of life… He will see you through! By Jim Pemberton


Details | I do not know? | |

Gold Star

Sometimes I sit and ponder
what it may be like
to have parents, not always 
looking for a petty fight
the love you feel, always
being there for you
day o' night

I wake up fighting a
constant battle,
I feel like I am in a circus
having to jump through hoops
my parents hold
to earn their admiration and 
approval

Earning their gold star
for the day
I was a rebel since day one
not trying to conform
dancing to the beat of a 
different drummer

Wishing to be accepted 
for who I want to be
and how I seek to spend my hours
nothing I ever do, seems to be good
enough

They talk about "emotional deposits"
i.e. spending time with them
but they spend too much time
picking and proving
reacting wrong, saying ignorant assumptions
they push me away, each day
'further and further I go
as soon as I make enough money
I'm gone

They act as if my artistic mind 
couldn't make money
like my dreams are distant relatives
of which I will never meet
but I strive to prove them wrong

Its bad enough being
one person versus the world
but when the army you fight
is led by your family, your blood
it's twice as hard to get up
in the morning, when the suns
rays dance on my closed
eyelids 

I try my best to be the kind
of person I want to be
despite their efforts to kill off
my individualistic soul
I have given up trying
to belong to which I 
was born unto
I'm simply playing the game

Hoping to win, one day
the chance to be myself
as I feel emulates me,
and regardless
have a proud
Mommy and Daddy
I do pray, I shall be
 free to be 
Heather Rose Marie


Details | Rhyme | |

The Reality of a Dream

I have felt the bliss, of a daughter’s kiss,
and realize what heaven must seem.
For in all my life, thru happiness and strife,
my daughter’s laughter consumes my dreams.

I have sailed afar, and traveled the stars,
in search of a more beautiful feeling.
I’ve flown by air, for this beautiful love affair,
that sends my heart and soul a reeling.

I’ve rode the train, in search of a domain,
where love feels as brilliant as this.
I’ve swam the ocean, with perfect motion,
yet always amiss to finding this bliss.

I’ve treaded the bush, in Australia I push,
demanding they show me the path to glory,
but I leave empty handed, though I’ve demanded,
a beautiful ending to this tormenting story.

I’ve lived my life, searching for who I am,
and always do I come up short.
I fret and I ponder, for a love that is fonder,
than this love in my dreams I distort.

Still I fail, to no avail, to find a reality as grand,
than the laughter I hear, in this dream I command.
I ‘ve walked life’s path, in search of a resolution,
mindless to an ultimate desperate conclusion.
For a dream is an illusion, a visionary infusion,
a poignant resolution to all confusion – and a dream is just that….a dream.


Details | Sonnet | |

Celestial Mother

Once great always great I say to you.
Upside down or right side up you be.
Once upon a time and a time once was she.
Gathering the universe and shining a Star or two.
 
Then one day She shot down to Earth out of the blue.
She gathered Her crops and made circles wide and free.
She made them so big the whole of the world could see.
She took the Stars the Sun and Moon making them new.
 
She shined talents never quite seen.
Amazing and sparkling from up above,
She is the smartest thing ever so keen.
She is abundant in spreading Her love.
 
She is our Celestial Mother in Heaven,
Separated by the empty shells of leaven!
 
 
© Copyright: Ann Rich   2007


Details | I do not know? | |

My mother

she was an angry woman
not much love, 
she wouldnt put up with a man
abusing her, 
the mistake women made then,
prostitution for security,
selling your heart for money,
she regretted having me,
lost freedom,
tied down,
single mom, poor,
abused by the culture,
her love was shown
in that she didnt abandon us,
even though she was tempted,
her mother wasnt that strong,
my heart didnt value that,
i wanted to be wanted, loved.

I saw the other children, 
wanted, loved, rich,
my blinders on, 
rose coloured glasses,
envy, despair, no self esteem, 
worthlessness, less than human,

not expensive enough clothes,
not nice enough car,
"drop me off a block from school"
"I am not shopping at wal-mart"

something i didnt notice then
i have always been blessed with beauty
i never even saw the girls that adored me
too afraid, to poor, to stupid, 

If my mother didnt love me, how could another?
greedy, selfish women, angry, 
years of oppression, and taking it out on me,
the male, the enemy, "no love from mommy".

Now i pay the price for my fathers oppression.
the gay guys arent as wierd as i thought,
at least they are getting laid. 

The women i meet now, 
if i love them
i am not good enough for them
if i use them or tell them how pathetic they are,
they love me, addicted, cant leave. 

On occassion i love a weaker girl,
i see their potential,
usually sexually abused as a child,
they will leave, hate me, 
for my honesty, 
too afraid of love, of closeness,
get pregnant and leave or kill themself,
one or the other, such drama,
If a child wont end their suffering 
then death will. 

What did i do to deserve this?


Details | Monoku | |

A Speck of Flame







eternal love arrived… speck of flame spreading wild fire engulfing all time ~*~
* * * Note: #3 in series of 24 Monokus reflecting the holy season of Christmas! * * * * * *


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Sacred Mother Earth- Colors Of Nature

Oh Great Woman of all Nature
  Mother of our Divinely blessed, sacred Earth
Your beauty has kissed my lips
  with the splendor of your clear, sapphire skies
 

The golden, moon bathed Sands
  that are gently caressed
 by your crystal blue clear flowing rivers
Your gentle rain that ascends from the Heavens above
  to delicately soothe and blend
with tears that flow from the broken hearted
 

Your moist, emerald green hills 
 filled with enchanting, lovely flowers 
of every elegant shade and hue
I have beheld the splendid beauty…
 of your green weeping willow's gracious bows and limbs
of iridescent greens and golds
that whisper gently in your swaying, languid winds
 

I have witnessed golden eagles fly so gracious and free
  in your pictorial, periwinkle blue skies
I've feasted my eyes on the sublime splendor
  of your enchanting, golden harvest moon
as its elegant beauty paints a rose, gold, splendid image 
  so deep within my mind
 

All your violet-blue endless horizons
  Your smoky, gray mountains so grand
in the rose blue cool light of dawn
  Your chattering bird songs in skies of azure blue
The fragrant scent of amber gold pinecones
   in the sparkle of the crystal clear early morning dew
 

I pay Ode’ to you Great Mother Nature
  for every golden ray of sun that warmed my skin
that hangs brilliant and dazzling...
   in your glorious skies of cerulean blue


Details | Free verse | |

Tear in My Heart

My mother never knew what to do with me.
I was an obligation that needed to be. 
But I wanted her to love me.
Simply… love… me.
I would do anything to please her.
Wanting her to be proud, I worked hard at everything I did.
But she viewed me as her competition, not wanting to be out done.
Needless to say our relationship wasn’t what I wanted it to be.
I dreamed to have a family of my own to simply… love… me. 
I had a daughter who didn’t live. 
And my mom said someone like me shouldn’t have kids.
Though she didn’t know about my epilepsy and other problems with my health.
Then my life fell apart with hard times everywhere.
I didn’t show it but hidden…my health wasn’t all that good.
My husband’s diabetes affected his mind. And epilepsy was working on mine.
I ignored that fact. I worked hard as my epilepsy kept tearing every thing apart.
Finally with a hard earned job… Fourteen years later I had a son. 
The son I’d always wanted to have.
I was so very proud but was attacked by both health and son, at every turn.
He was wilder than most creating problems everywhere.
He blamed me for everything and everywhere something went wrong.
My health did it again at work as my relationship continued to crumble with my son.
He hated a mother who had to work, had epilepsy, and just wasn’t there for him. 
I was slowly dying when he was 12 and I was 52, when finally I was saved.
That night… I met God and he said I had more to be done along the way.
I came back and did every thing I could to help my wayward and unruly son.
But way before I helped him go to college… I knew I had lost my son.
But his best friend needed a mom so I was there for him.
It seems so strange to tell, but as my son moved out… His best friend simply moved in.
And it’s even stranger to tell that… 
The son who will occasionally smile at me, is someone else’s son.
He’s my heart-adopted son and has brought my first son closer again.
Jesus was always here and… the tear in my heart is gone.


Details | Nonet | |

I am a Branch of Her

like a rose bush without any thorns
beautiful and approachable
listen to her when she speaks
I am a branch of her
wisdom she carries
a ray of sun
care she gives
mother
mine

©Holly P. Moore
   December 2012


Details | Free verse | |

The Purity of the Human Soul

" Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
  Thou art more lovely and temperate"
                                          - William Shakespeare

His question ponders through my mind
For he claimed how thou art more beautiful than thee
Enchanting summer with its mother; the sun

For thou are indeed my guide
Thou art my sun that never misleads
Thou art the one person I shan't leave
And shan't wish to be gone by the morning's rise

O treasure deep within my soul
Beam so strong to enlighten my days
Art thou hearing the wonderful tune?
Playing so softly with the rise of the light
But then again thou art brighter than the sun

Thou art the glass of pure water
Emerging from the steep, creamy waterfall
Gleaming sparks attached to your white neck 
Purifying the light touching your skin

" Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Nay, for thou art more beautiful than a summer's day
For if I do compare
The sun shall melt and the wind shall be amazed
By the beauty thou behold
Embedded deep within your soul

Beauty isn't only from the outside, but from the inside; within a soul,
   For the outside might just be a disguise, to simply foul one into ambuscades


Details | Free verse | |

A Crystal that Darkens

Winter is also celibate.  The conscience is moving,
A frozen light in a frozen eye.  It's raining much looser,
Down a ripped tree.  I couldn't have, 
I couldn't have, in this sin-sick tenderness.
              ___

My face is cracked in my fawnlike fingers;
And the nose betrays an inner child, who
Wouldn't listen to sparrows about being catched.
I just insisted fur was wings.
              ___

The feminine chill on the palm must be sorrow;
When I think of church bells, or mother- 
That I am haunting as raw love.


Details | Rondeau Redouble | |

I Could Be A Whore

I could be a whore
if I had the chance
if I couldn’t write, or I couldn’t dance

I could be a whore,
if I were in your shoes
if I had more to gain, and far, far less to lose

I could be a whore
if I had mouths to feed
if they were sick and dying, had a greater need

I could be a whore
if I knew nothing more
if my life was blood let, behind a polished door

I could be a whore
but I’m glad I have a choice
to speak for those, who haven’t yet the voice


Details | Rhyme | |

Summer's Slumber -Kissing The Moon

                                                            
                                                                    **~~**

 
  The balmy summer breeze 
Gently caresses the harvest saffron moon
  While it dreams memories of autumn’s golden red kiss
Trees are shedding their emerald green summer tresses
  Kindly kissing the Earth as their garments fall gently below
And flowers have shed their vivid colorful dresses
  As crimson amber leaves gently anoint the ground for show
 
While Summer sheds her beautiful clothes -
  Mother Nature lovingly seduces her to dream
She's kissed the shore with her elegant colorful attire
  She has painted the world with her exquisite apparel 
So now it's time for her yearly seasonal retire
  She paraded us with her resplendent painted scenes
Blessed the birds in their angelic symphony of songs
  So now -it’s time for her to drink the dreams of slumber
Taking the cup of restful sleep - is now where she belongs
 
She asks the moon to wait patiently...
  For her splendid colorful return
When she'll paint the world with her radiant painted tresses
  Where once more her regal colors will burn
She'll brush the Earth in regal glorious colors 
  Dressing up again in her brilliant, picturesque dresses
As the ruby red blaze of autumn begins to kiss the Earth 
  With her dazzling hues of gold and coral valor 

But before she goes...
  She gently reaches out with her one last caress...
Softly whispering as she sweetly kisses the moon
  ”It’s time now for fall - it’s time for me to undress”
She softly breathes her dulcet ending tune...
  "Goodnight", she gently whispers ...
"I’ll see you soon Mr. Moon
   Please...will you wait for my return? 

Quietly - she drifts into her splendid, peaceful dreams…
  Slumbering peacefully - 
Safely harbored in Mother Nature’s loving arms 
  As mellow zephyrs gently caress autumn's waiting whispers
While the moon drizzles its shimmering dusty charms
  Serenading nature with his soft silvery tune 
As this luminous gleaming Luna Mister 
  Cordially opens his welcoming hands 
To September's colors of orange and golden browns
Awaiting the arrival of dancing petals
As he gently embraces autumn's leaf draped lands 

Next he’ll greet the season’s sister 
  From the pristine silverblue Northern Isles...
Awaiting dancing ivory snowflakes he'll cheerfully greet winter 
  With his warm welcoming golden smile 

 


Details | Prose Poetry | |

The Hand Poem

Hands…
My father’s hands are very twisted
They’re strong and built with lots of muscles
They’ve helped me learn
So many things as I have grown

In my life
They have helped me learn
How to ride a bike
They’ve helped me defend myself when needed
And I have come to realize
That without his hands to guide me
Through this world
I would not make it

NOTE*** This is from my CD A Father’s Love Letters
To listen to the CD please visit
http://www.reverbnation.com/#/mikehamill
This was written by my daughter when she was nine.
One of the many reasons it’s great to be a parent :)


Details | Tetractys | |

Jars of Clay

quintain and a double tetractys

Volunteerism stumbles. Over-zealous mom resigns. This hard-boiled egg took a tumble, dodging fam'ly growls and grumbles. The breaking point, selfish designs. No treasure found in my broken jar of clay firm proof that worth comes from God, not from me. My noble acts were too proudly humble, forgetting that God commands light to shine.


Details | Light Poetry | |

' The Day, Was A Holy Day ... '

This Day, Was A Holy Day
As Crystal Drops Came Down
A Beautiful Display
And Soothing Sound

Like An Echo of Joyous Children
Or A Drum-Roll Softly Nearing
Or Like Angels Were Cheering … 
That’s What … It Was Like Hearing !

And It Poured Like A Pitcher
Cool, and Smooth and Clean
Slanting On My Window
Inspiring Me To Sing:

 - - - - - - -

“  Pitter-Patter, Pitter-Patter
Today … Nothing Is The Matter
Plop, Plop, Splatter, Splatter
Inside, We’re All Together

Washing Away Every Tear
Rinsing Away, Every Fear
Refreshing Every Year … 
… Raindrops, Touched Our Dears “

- - - - - - -

This Day, Water Came In Streams
But No Thunder or Lightning Screams
Just Innocent, Wistful, Wet Dreams
And Later, Rainbow Gleams

(And Waiting For Tonight’s Moonbeams) …

Today … Was A Holy Day
As Crystal Drops Came Down
A Beautiful Display
And Soothing Sound …


Details | Rhyme | |

LIFE

Two hearts beat, now beating faster; beating until they're one 
Two souls breathe, now breathing deeper; breathing until they're done 
Two lovers see forever, and forever is where they run 
One child comes home tomorrow for life has just begun 

Even when the rainbow's glowing, the skies can seem so gray 
Even when the wind's not blowing, the tides can turn your way 
And when the water's raging, beneath skies that seem so blue 
It's just your body aging, and it has nothing to do with you 

So now when our God comes calling, I'll hold your hand and stroke your hair 
Yes, as snowflakes start falling, I will look for you everywhere 
And Mother, as you start flying, remember as you rise above 
Marlene, you are not dying, but finding everlasting love 

One child goes home tomorrow to embrace the Father and the Son 
One child who knows no sorrow, for life has just begun


Details | Free verse | |

The Bird that is Loved and Loathed

It burns and it stings.
It hurts.
More than drowning beneath 
the ice.
More than remaining in a 
kindled flame
She hits and I no longer cry.
Why mother, why? 

It burned and it stung.
The markings remained, 
returned, and were relived
Looking, loving, and little 
known loathing were the known 
ways of living.
Never was their pity for the 
child that cried
Never was their relief for the 
child that tried

You were that lovely bird that 
understood the complications of 
felicity 
Nothing looked the same in 
those dewy browns of yours.
My everbeating would cry tears 
of joy.
The others-they were yet to 
appear.
Caring Mother, o' so fair
 You were that beautiful bird 
filled with care.

The others came and were not 
alone. Their two suitors sat on 
the throne.
Rampage and rage why did you 
come?
I began to wither and wither 
slumping along. So very soon I-
the child of fines- became a 
human raceme. 
The droops of the Lily of the 
Valley became the slumping of 
my heart.
My lovely bird the enemy had 
taken you and the person you 
were is far from near.
For that divine nature left its 
intricate self and you became 
irretrievable my big bird.
All of your fairness died.
With that went my pride.
 
Mother, Mother what moved 
you so? 
Your intense spirt vanished only 
to supplement a monster. 
Mother, Monster and your tar 
filled lungs. 
How did I kill that liver that was 
so, so strong?
The lesson of pain was one you 
came to learn.
My darling bird why did you 
turn?
 
My lovely bird and your big 
brown eyes
I'll tell you once, but never 
twice.
Pain is only a flower for it 
blooms and dies
And a mistake can be killed as 
quickly as lice.
 You dear bird hurt me well. 
Though, haven't you heard?
Weakness is a souls greatest 
strength.
You brought me up, then you 
brought me down.
You haved helped, hurt, and 
hindered my blazing spirit.
A hero in my heart-I left you 
down in your deep black 
slumber. 
Escaping those terrible nights
To go for the town of delights. 


Details | Verse | |

Memories of mother

Mothers Day always trips sadness in me since her death years ago; impelling a circuitous journey of memories that flow within a stream of consciousness always the same, unabated. It’s queer how an act of congress can regress a mind effected in such a way as to cause tears. I guess stranger things have happened and will happen over the years. Though measured in nanoseconds these yearly memories of her are all that remains of mother.


Details | Free verse | |

Draconian I

[The Cypress Is In Bloom]
The cypress is in bloom
I see the evil, the efflorescence of decadent doom
Eloigning, with thy clandestines of the Dead September's reign
My belovéd Penelope, abscond from the coven so deep, the glades of misery
We must face her in the grove, for arcany, the path we must take
She's in my mind, vaporously,
Lauding with my, dangers and fears
Lie, with ephermelcy's broken truths
Leading me go Cypress, Marigold
Immortally, willows, forevermore
Forevermore

[To Question; To Know]
My argentine silence, your only condonicy 
Ends with such eath
The Mockingbird in me--died
Resting in one ounce, an abundance of shame
With an infinity of joy
Exiled, by the ones, who give all, names
My breath starves for only more
The façade, the veil, the austerity dims with Aquarianlore 
She falls to her knees, why for?
Celandine she will be
Celandine is she

[Bead]
The lair within, free from their causalities of their sins
Shadowy primroses begin to grow, the season will never end
In there I dream to be like you, violet blue, White Flower of Lisieux,
La Fleur Blanche du Lisieux,
So Celandine are you
Celandine are you

[Draconian]
Draconian--Reach for the shadows within
Draconian--Break from The Fallen's Sin
Draconian--Their Empirical lies, only die
Draconian--Reach The Shadows Within


Details | I do not know? | |

Penumbra

inky black night
stars brightly sparkling
earths giant shadow
moon slowly fading

dark shadow spreading
a total lunar eclipse
a rare winter solstice
not to be missed

finally total coverage
only one light to see
a bright orange penumbra
meant for only me


Details | Rhyme | |

I Am So Very Thankful

I’m So Very Thankful… I’m so thankful for everything the Lord has made... Everything he’s created… His beauty is displayed! I’m so thankful for the breath I have to breathe… Until that one day, from this earth, I shall leave. I’m so thankful for the way God has made so evident. The principles of his word… Are so relevant! I’m so thankful for the beauty and glory he’s shown… It has brought blessings and healing to my home! I’m so thankful for the many things he’s done for me… He’s given me his love which flows abundantly! I’m so thankful that each day,.. Is another to live for him… He’s taken away my pain and has forgiven every sin. I’m so thankful that I can write these words from my heart. I know that he’s with me. And he’ll never depart! I’m so thankful that you’re reading what I’ve been saying… May this cause you to once again start praying! I pray that this same Jesus I know… Who’s merciful and kind… Will speak words of hope to you and give you a peace of mind. I pray that before you go to bed and this day has ended. You’ll allow Christ to have your heart “amended.” Thank you Lord! For what you’ve done and are going to do… It’s another way that I can say “I LOVE YOU!” Thank you Lord! For all that I‘ve received and so much more… You’ve made my life complete… And are worth living for!


Details | Rhyme | |

What's Happening to Marriages Today

What’s Happening to Marriages Today?

I was listening to someone just the other day…
And I couldn’t believe what he had to say!

He had left his wife and children for another!
She was young enough to be his daughter!

Here they were, “in love” and holding hands!
Hoping to soon, get their “wedding bands!”

They were pretending that this was so “cool.”
Living now by their own “set of rules!”

How sick and disgusting this is getting to be!
Is this something that many can’t see?

God gave us Adam and Eve to become one.
To bear fruit through daughters and sons!

He gave us marriage as holy vows are made.
Not to march in an “adulterous parade!”

We are treading on very dangerous ground!
Faithfulness and commitment 
are scarcely found!

The very definition of marriage is changing!
As the family unit is always rearranging!

Our only hope is in Jesus!  And him alone!
Let’s promote his love! Into our hearts and home!

Let’s allow his love to be our heart’s glue!
And bring new meaning to the words; “I love you!”

May his love bind our hearts and lives together!
And remain faithful to each other forever!

By Jim Pemberton    


Details | Free verse | |

Alzheimers

Raintears run down
the cabin window,
and the lights go dim
for departure.

It's twilight here
on the ground and the sun
has just set behind
the western mountains.

The plane taxies around in the rain
for its takeoff run.
In a few minutes we will be up there
in the pearlescent clouds
attempting to catch the sun
with the same success I had
catching memories the last two days.

On down the runway now,
a little hitch,
and we've left the ground,
good-bye, my mother, forever.

We fly over darkening roads,
lights just turning on,
that I had traveled earlier
in a groundling's stupor,
filled with the images of 
a slow morning on the porch.

The air was cool and the sun
was warm on our faces as
we sat there,
you and I.
I knew it was the last time and
I think maybe sometimes
you knew it too.

We watched the world go by
and you tried to remember
from moment to moment
who I was.

So I made one last attempt 
to grab some memories
out of the deep,
and place them
at your feet.

Shared moments, shared jokes,
shared times and places, some you fumbled,
but, for awhile you began to make connections,
and remembered and 
I was ecstatic that
you were still there.

I held back my tears
so that you wouldn't see
how hard this was for me.
Yet, I could see the strain on your face
as you fought, as you always had,
to give me all your best.

I knew then, I had to let you go.
It was selfish of me
to hold you in this world,
that you would not remember
in an hour.

I sit here safe, flying into a storm.
And you down there,
head into the unknown.
My plane races into the light,
just ahead of the night.
Good-bye, my mother, forever.


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When I Die

Don't weep for the loss
I've merely swept across
Know that I am here
Always will I be near
In the way you walk
And the way you talk
Thru your words of strife
To guide you thru this life
In your beautiful stare
All the elements in the air
Running thru your veins
And whatever shall remain
Presenting thru your smile
And every lonesome mile
With every beat of your heart
You'll feel we're not apart
With every warming breeze
And the swaying of the trees
Thru your precious laughter
And every moment thereafter
In those mesmerizing eyes
Your mother is still alive
In each and every thought
Enacting what I've taught
Thru the precious moments
And every single torment
Thru every scent you intake
And each and every mistake
Your mother has not died
In your hearts where I reside


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When it Comes to Ageing


When it Comes to Aging

By happenchance of birth---
Circumstances of life withstanding---
We enter into life, with genes marking
Our attributes of features obtaining

See my Mother and her ancestors
See my Father and his ancestors

Characteristics we have of all
Seen while still in our baby cribs
Topographies of structured ageing
Mapped by chromosomal donating

Face of my mother and hers
Height of my father and his

Factors deal in with living of life
Cleanliness marks of Godliness
Nature too takes its living toll
Lifestyle and choices add to the roll


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Pia Mater

Where are We? Where is the place where Belong? Is it Here? Am I Here? Is this Aeon only an Hour? Hear, Listen to the Birds Singing with beauty only found Here See, Look at the Butterflies Gently Playing In the Wind only found Here Touch, Feel the thorns of the mighty Rose her Protective Beauty, only found Here Smell, Sniff the nostalgic fragrances filtering around the air, only Found Here Taste, lick the Bitter Green Herbs enhancing the Variety of Life, Only Found Here We are Here A Place we call Earth, Mother Going by the Name of Gaia She was Designed not by herself to Care for Us, tend to Us She puts us to Sleep when the Darkness arises In her Light, we Awaken giving and taking Her most righteous Virtue Something Always to remember -Never Forget- There will be Falls There will be Rises There is Always a light towards the End Is it Here? but Happiness cannot be Happy without the Balance Without the Sorrow to Storm


Details | Rhyme | |

Falling down

Plotting my new existences
living off hope and sheer willpower.
God,
who knew, their would be this resistance.
I tell the loved ones in my life,
this will take persistence.
Pray my kids wont end up as misfits,
and living this life doesn’t put us at a distance.

Falling down now is not an option.
Groveling at the feet of others is,
but to proud to admit.
Quick to bring it up in my face,
here I come in defense.
Putting you in your place,
I'll leave you with the proverbial kiss of death.

Please busy yourself
with someone else and there business.
I don’t think you know what nice is.
Maybe next time you’ll find this,
but in the meantime
find joy in someone else and there crisis’s.

Falling down,
well that’s what got us into this.
Not your fault,
I’m your best wittiness.
Don’t you think I will live the rest of my life
forever in debt to this.
Spend my time regretfully ashamed by the actions
that lead this consequence.
Like the loss of my one true love.
Talk about shame,
this story will give you chills.
Believe me when I say,
it will leave you with emotional ills.

How about the missing moments
I will never get back.
Six birthdays, Three Christmases,
Two for new years,
Or the loss of the life,
that made breath late that night.
For a moment all of her thoughts were on me
Waiting on me to breathe.
I wonder what she’s thinking of me.
Surely disappointed in everything.


Details | Ballad | |

butterfly

my womb, my heart
I feel you fluttering like a butterfly in
my womb, my heart
taking shape, form…in
my womb, my heart
you need/want to break free from
my womb, my heart
growing heavy and restless, you have outgrown…
my womb, my heart
I must eventually let go!
my womb has healed
my heart still bleeds
You’ll understand…once you know your womb, your heart…


Details | Free verse | |

Sugar Babies

Pigeon-toed and knock kneed
they meander around the ponds edge
an ungainly duo
mother and son
like an ancient fertility figure
found in the caves of Lascaux,France 
she tumble-waddles
pendulous breasts bobbing
the dough-like basket of her womb
long emptied with its navel of Earth
submerged in a mound of flesh..
onward she went circumventing
the piddle-pond.
The child not yet Twiddle-Dee'd
by total submersion into 
the toxic sweetness of a domino sugar 
existence still stood a chance..
yet the spectre of diabetes
loomed around the two
like the Ghost of Christmas future.


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A Kaleidoscope

A kaleidoscope, a mixture of colors and light
So hard to describe so hard to write
Just like a life just like mine
Here is mine my time to shine

The colors change just like time
A life goes on to hit its prime
No matter what it keeps on changing
Just like life keeps on arranging

My story begins at age six
When life was suddenly no easy fix
The Kaleidoscope began to turn
And its center began to churn

My father left our family home
He left alone to go and roam
Suddenly the Kaleidoscope went dark
Even now it’s left its mark

It remained unturned for about two years
And the movement became quite severe
My Mother moved away from home 
To improve her new teaching career

The shades of blue came into play
As most of my family had passed away
My mother was strong and held my hand
Even though nothing had gone as planned

My family will always be in my heart
Those small blue beads will play their part
At that time I was almost nine
I pretended that I was just fine

The colors changed from blue to red
I went on with almost no dread
At age eleven I moved once more
I moved again to the California core

I spent the next year in shades of green
All the kids were just too mean
I went to Junior and then Senior High
Then it was time to say goodbye

The Kaleidoscope turned and made a painting
My life became very entertaining
That’s when I met you for the first time
My hope and happiness began to climb

But My Father turned my Kaleidoscope for me
And I asked and cried my pitiful plea
On the weekends the kaleidoscope turns black
With nothing there to change it back

There are ups and downs, lights and darks
With many blond moments and smart remarks
My life will always be turning fast
Even so I have time to look back at my past

If I remember one thing it is that
My life was nothing like combat
But I still fought wars of my own
Without them my world would still be unknown

There is nothing quite like a kaleidoscope
It’s a symbol of change and hope
I like to think my life is like this
So look back and reminisce

Look back at your thoughts and dreams
But remember nothing is as it seems
The Kaleidoscope will turn to show your past
What was boring and what was a blast

Mine shows everything you’ve done for me
You showed me how fun life can be
You made my life what it is now
To this day I still wonder how

Thank you for turning my Kaleidoscope
And giving me strength and the power to cope
You made my life a beautiful rainbow
You deserve more than you will ever know


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Awakening

I can remember every time 
I've watched the sun rise.
Each time so much
different from the last.
The awakening of the world,
the pulse of it all,
always the same.
I can feel the rumble of her heart
beat right through me.
Oh how I cherish 
these moments of peace.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Cold

Broken windows and broken homes
Windblown excuses
Shattered bones
Clotted carpet and pulled hair
Knotted eyes, flinching dares 
Children scared
Praying and weeping
Mommy’s bleeding
Kicking and screaming
Ruptured lips and clenched fists
Nails screeching, paint pleading
Please! Stop! What did I do?
Shut up, b-tch! I thought I told you!
Daddy, no! Hit me! Leave mommy alone!
It was my fault...your dinner was cold


Details | Rhyme | |

Hold On To You

Why am I so selfish?
Why do I live for the wrong things?
I am dying inside
Because I refuse to see the light.
I need to say yes,
But I still haven't learned that yet.
I am a fool,
And I am hurting you.
If I would let go of myself,
I would hold on to you.


Details | Senryu | |

Basement

Stillborn static cry
Smothered screeching granite knife
Crimson chalk demise 


Details | Rhyme | |

Emily

This is dedicated to the sweetest little 10 year old girl I met once who died of Brain Cancer...

"Memories escape from you,
Ones we do not want to lose"
She whispered to me softly
When I felt all confused,
As our moment slipped away,
She made me want to say,
"Angels walk beside us all
Each slowly passing day"

As she walked away from me,
Unafraid to let me see,
A shaven head, she covered up,
Where her hair used to be,
So much courage for her age
Not empty and full of rage,
A miracle, in modern times,
She chose to turn the page

She has chosen not to grieve,
Instead she just believes,
A higher power watches her
and keeps her mind at ease,
Unburdened by her fate
She accepts it unafraid,
Barbie dolls and fancy clothes
Will rest where they are laid

There are times I can recall
When the pebbles made me fall
With boulders on her shoulders 
No complaining comes at all
With a smile upon her face
She achieved a state of grace
The only thought inside her head
"God please protect this place"

She will see no wedding rings
Or the change her presence brings
She will close her eyes, a final time,
and receive her angel wings
No emotions toss and turn
A peaceful place she has earned
Contributing an unseen verse
To songs she will not learn

When her body is no more,
And her spirit starts to soar,
Memories will live through,
Stuffed bears upon her floor,
She will let her mother know
Goodbye is not letting go,
Saying " I will run back to you
With every found hair bow

Every time you stop and see
A daughter who wants to be,
 Everything her mother is,
The emotion felt is me,
When the wind begins to blow
That is me trying to show,
The picture of your baby girl
Running carefree in your clothes"

When her final breathe is gone
Her last prayer lives on and on
"God watch over mommy now
If I leave her all alone"
All her family will cry
I will hold my head and sigh
At the death of a miracle
With no answers as to why

Though this piece will not be heard
I write every single word
In hopes of saying thank you
For the honor of meeting her
She will never get to see
All the words she put in me
As I write for you, rest in peace,
Beloved Emily

By: Audonus Taylor


Details | Couplet | |

Motherment

The greatest life wonderment
As far as I'm concerned is “Motherment.” 

No, don't go check the dictionary
You won't find it, it's my vocabulary.

There's nothing more beautiful in this world
Than being a mother.

Nothing that makes me know I'm God's daughter
Better than being a mother.

I am so blessed He gave me six beautiful children
Something I could not have done without their father.

Even though he is a complete jerk (smile)
Through him I became a mother.

And I love him for that amazing grace
Of anger and fear no longer a trace.

Being the mother of these beautiful children
Is the best accomplishment I could render.

By CarolineCecile
Copyright © 09/30/11


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What's Done In Secret Will Come Out In the Open

What’s Done In Secret… Will Come Out In The Open! I’ve read God’s word, and it’s clearly spoken… What’s done in secret… Will come out in the open! I’ve been guilty of this, too many times! I never thought of it, to really be a “crime?” “Nobody’s watching” was the thought pondered… As my mind began to “explore and wander.” It didn’t take long for my life to go “off course.” By a powerful wind of temptation’s force! No matter how many times I took time to pray… This “secret” held on, and wouldn’t go away! I went to church on Sunday and prayed and cried. This “secret” remained, no matter how hard I tried! God told me, I was to give up what surrounded me! This was hard to do, but God was there to help me! Many things I thought I needed, to give me pleasure… Didn’t fulfill the love that God gave! An eternal treasure! As each day passes on… I want to humbly confess… I’m giving my life to God! He’ll take care of the rest! May the Lord Jesus stir a deep passion within… May it be my desire to be more like HIM! God is the God of yesterday, today and tomorrow! I’ve no secrets with him! No more shame or sorrow! Jesus is the Lord of lords! And the King of kings! He’s my lord and savior! My everything! By Jim Pemberton


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Poetry About Poetry

Shades of color bounce within
Singing their hues dancing in place
Vivid lines colored outside
Rules broken with empty space
A midnights dream heard and seen
Gleaming from the twinkle of a eye
Wings touched flown and plucked
Gliding like a bird up in the sky
Wishes from pennies thrown into tears
The reservoir over flowing with pigments of pain
Drowning from the shadows 
The flood paints the day
Words speak volumes of silence hidden
Their sounds blind to what they see
Mirrors of nouns and verbs 
Their meaning and secrets lost at sea
Emotions ruled by laws of language
Spelled in boxes of glass
Melted from sands inside
That voices strangle to grasp


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Our parents

I do miss them everyday,
To state the facts
I know ill never get them back,
Sleep that's what I lack
In
Conversational
Understandings
We got each other,
because they where just- that- smart
A want to interact,
with us,
as equals,
but we where aware,
they where parents.
This,
Absolutely okay.
The vision may be myopic,
but I will never,
blame them.
For being naive


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Reawakening of Identity

I have seen the pretentious woman residing within my minds hologram….
She believes herself to be a wise messiah…
She teaches her apocryphal beliefs to other seekers…
She has deep roots of stubborn illusions planted within her intentions…
She teaches to be revered actually living with great fear…
She wants to be loved, her demise being forcing her will of fear…
She consumes shots of green gel calling it her breath of life…
The divine grandmother challenged the false inner profits message…
Enraging her with threats of revealing to me real truth…
She chanted, pounded her mislead fists together, manifesting a sword of crystal and light…
Piercing through her own throat refusing to evolve her beliefs…
Creating again all of her low vibration grief…
Why is she here covering her veil of confusion over my eyes?
Preventing me from believing the light of oneness god exists…
Why does she desire to create suffering within the temple?
What is her mission’s purpose?

Working for the Cabal; a mental program construct of peace destruction…
Consumed with greed and power wishing to feel divine…
Poisoning everyone from birth with this tainted sour wine…
I banish you…  
You scared old stubborn crow…
I swim within my god’s love light of truth…
So take your pathetic self and go…
Go to the white light, transforming your tyranny within my being into delight… 


Details | Light Poetry | |

Absorbing

I saw you today On this day I feel new No longer blue, or sad or any of those emotions I sometimes have There was some forgiveness, in your voice Those words danced on the lobes of my ears I was quiet too the moment absorbing Then the tears You said, I believe you


Details | Elegy | |

Bloodless On Mother's Day

There is a glare of stray sunlight
daring to reverberate
through spiderwebbed glass I haven't
found energy to fix
in the span of four years.
It is too much of a mirror,
too tangible a thought,
to make new.
It's lithe fingers, thin and bony, 
and mockingly bright,
steal over embossed cardstock that arrives, like clockwork,
in deepest sympathy.
And a thornless bouquet of pastels laden with
Babies Breath
only draws on blood long lost;
nobody seems to comprehend such an allegory,
or lack there of,
so it can't be carried
over the steps.




"Bloodless On Mother's Day"
Jenna-Nichole Conrad
Wordsmith


Details | Free verse | |

My mama sits ALoNE

My mama sits alone, whilst all i do is roam.
As the smoke loses its fire & 
the last conversation we shared turns to ash,
she willfully breathes new life into the next 
perfect crime against her body.

Nothing is what it seems in the realm of
never-ending dreams..
Who will play her part today i wonder,
as the next leading lady takes her position
in the light.

mama you think you are a prisoner
in the blasphemy of a million tortured
non-believers.. & that i am free???

Free to roam, whilst my mama sits alone?

My shackles are heavy & steal, 
pink ribbons of blood upon them.. they
never leave the company of my resilient heal.
Barefooted & with constant grace, I drag along 
my own personal jail cell of hell.. as i give good 
face.

Still, alone I roam as you sit at home..

Go on mama, LET the voices of a zillion reasons
happily appease you, as i jump in
the black, scary sea, i could sink to the bottom 
& take you all down with me.. at least the pain
would be drowned & the happiness never found..

But.. you still will be mama, sitting alone..
whilst i freely roam.. right?

I need you to swim to me in these dark & murky
waters. The cruelest of cruel seas..
Please, bring me a life jacket & leave the fictional
coast guards behind where they belong.. 

& mama, just swim like you did, so strong 
when i was a little girl on your back, remember?
So strong, i felt the fight in your limbs, as you 
took each crucial breath when you needed 
oxygen to push on through, you never ever ever
gave up until you reached the other end. 

All the while, with me on your back, you showed 
me how to NOT be alone.. you showed there was
never a reason to roam.. direction & purpose with 
each stroke, in the pool of life you were, you are..
my only true centre..

& now, as you, mama, sit ALONE, with your smoke, 
in your home.. Sadly, i'm afraid that all i can do, 
is aimlessly ROAM.


S.L.D


Details | Than-Bauk | |

Under Ground Cities

A man walks into a new generation gangster town,
there were guns, amoe, drugs, explosives, and allot of bad people, and that's all he found. 
He looked around the streets and saw allot of African American people running the show,
he walks into one corridor and into another city, and he welcomed the flow.

The new city, to him it wasn't any different than the one he just came out from, there were Muslims,
they wore gold chains and hiphop music was playing every where, the mostly dealt cocaine, and said fuk them.
there women were so beautiful, they would walk around in heals and panties were ever they went,
the man walked though all the gorgeous women and thought to him self, "no I can't". 

The man walks into a new city, he walked into "The Slums" it was the hardest and the baddest outlaws of the nations,
the man looked around and right away he did not like what he saw there, everything was dirty and without and patience. 
He couldn't wait to get out of there, the women were nasty and smelled like they haven't showered in years,
The man put his head down and started walking out of the slums with nothing in his eyes but tears.

The man walked into "Siberia" Everyone living there saw the man come in and they all rushed to great him,
at first the man got a little scared, but than he saw there smiles, so he smiled back at them. 
Everyone was living there was dancing to a death mettle Hip Hop music, while drinking and sniffing cocaine with a gun on there sides,
The man walks to the bar while looking at all the beautiful women that are dancing and giving him a sexy look.
Than the BOSS of the city comes up to him, pores him a drink and tells him how he is the BOSS of the whole West Coast, 
the man looked at him and smiled, he put his hand around the boss, looked at everyone around and said, "Let's Toast".


Details | Free verse | |

Warmth Of The Open Fire

In front of  newly glowing fire__the warmth
Fills the area in very front
Family draws close_warm against cold

Time today flew as trees were cut (down)
Cut just to the perfect length to burn
On the open fire  of night's desire

These hours of story telling__laughter
Make up for labor of timber felling
Time spent at the well drawing water

Here now time for discussions
Story-telling, laughter, memories
The fire softly lighting Mother's eyes


Details | Light Poetry | |

Innocent

He was stop at the traffic light
They had him surround
And they put a hand cuff
And he wonders what’s wrong

And said that he is wanted
For what he don’t have a clue
It has to be a mistake
This cant be true

They put him in a line up
Then come in the room and say
The others can leave
But he has to stay

So why she accuse him of this crime
When He never seen her before
The jury says that he’s guilty
And sentence him to 25 years or more

He broke down in court 
His mother screams and cried
And today 15 years after
 his mother has died

Then one night while watching TV
He sees there is a new technology
Call DNA testing that can prove
If some one are innocent or guilty

He got a new trial
And his conviction was over turn
15 years of his life was taken
That can never be return 

She said she was sorry
But he just walks away
Knowing there’re many innocents
Still in jails today

Yes some times things happens
Why we can never know
And we have to keep believing
Or our minds will surely go

He sits on his gallery alone
As the rain starts falling down
Today he is a free man
Tomorrow a new life began 

You'll never know what its means
To have your life taken from you
Confined to a world behind four walls
For crime you didn't do

This poem I write today
Is for the innocents in jails
 Keep hope brothers and sisters
The truth will prevails


Details | Free verse | |

The Adventurer's Neverland

The lonely roads do not care
Its my fantasies and hopes
That rise and fall
Like the boundless grounds
Trees embracing the slithering concrete
Gives way to the peeping sun
And my squinting eyes
Engaged in a sword fight
With the sparkling between the leaves
The dust as oxygen
And happiness in abundance
"Adventurer's Neverland!"
My soul cries out loud..

Mother Nature's deepest curves
Beyond the reach of the mortal world
My insatiable spirit wanders on wheels
Feeling green,
Feeling blue,
Feeling beauty 
And feeling pain
When the lonely roads do not care
Uninvited trooper I am,my dear
Welcomed with the insanity of an unknown fear
When I ask for a hand to own
Mother Nature smiles..
She bathes in the lakes of Her ego,
Softening the soil that caress my ride
She lays naked
With Her highness to protect me,
And the valleys filled with warmth
Singing the melody like the Sirens lure
Intoxicated, the wounded pirate from the city
My soul treads stealthily into the world of the worlds
Sweet fragrance of Mother Earth
Drugs my heart and blinds my conscience
I peel my wraps off my flesh and bones
To merge in the grains of sand
The sands of time
Enslaved from the rocks of Her heart,
Omnipotent garlands swaying in pride
The sky reaches the lush greens and smiles
When it sees the reflection on the sunny lakes
Its a Biker's Paradise!
The puerile ecstasy
Like rain,
Fills my "Abyss of Want"
I find my being
In Mother Nature's Heart.

On my wheels, I sing out loud
" The roads do not care,
 The trees do not share..
 In my selfish maze
 Its my faith in praise
 I swoon, I swim, I fly, I cry
 I am Me,
 I am Her
 In the Adventurer's Neverland!"








Details | Light Poetry | |

' Academic-Bright ... '

I Am MoonBeam
My Sisters, StarLights
My Brothers, SunRays
… All-Academic-Bright

My Family of Heaven
My Mother, DawnSky
Father of Celestial Lights              (James 1: 17)
Taught At Universe-High

By Father’s Master-Degree
And Mother’s Alma-Mater
Brother Graduated
Summa-Cum-Laude, Super-Nova

Dine At Dimension-Table
Of Cosmic-Family
Global-Bodies, Glowing-Grace
In Our Galaxy

Our:  Cambridge, Yale, Oxford and Harvard
Are:  Comets, Orbits, and Asteroids
Black-Holes, Pulsars, Waves and Quarks
Red Giants and Red and Snow-White Dwarfs

Enlightened Astronomers, Radiant New Worlds
Time-Continuum, To Unfurl
Outer-Space, Advent-Solar-Systems
And A Big, Blue Jewel, Freed From Cataclysm

Light-Years Away, From Today …
But Still Quenching Thirst, On Milky-Way
and Planetary-Rings and Eclipse
Satellites, and Soaring-Rocket-Ships

Atomics and Evenings-Scholarly
Lectures, On Pure-Energy
To Explore and Expand Brilliantly
‘Diplomas’ … thru Eternity

I Am MoonBeam
My Sisters, StarLights
My Brother, ‘Big’ SunRay
Shone-Academic-Bright ! …


Details | I do not know? | |

Forever Somewhere

Watch me as I shoot across the midnight sky
Looking almost as beautiful as I am fast
I do my best to try not to die
But we both know that I cannot last

Flames and faith blazing as I go
Because I know that just up around the bend
Is forever somewhere that I do not know
Is forever somewhere near my sweetest friend
Is forever somewhere where I still love you so
and forever somewhere near my bitter end..


Details | Free verse | |

Lilith

Goddess of storm and dissidence, Lilith
begot by spurious legend and foolish myth
in the dark recesses of pastoral histories
where ancient mysteries
were defiled.

Illegitimate child.

Apollo's seed, by Roman Empire
inquisitional rules inquire, to her whereabouts
seeping fetid doubts, in the bones of the survivors.
Submission required by slave drivers,

And the Elite,
now on Wall Street.
Twenty five generations later,
they still hate her...

Yet,
I see her in me, shadows of malcontent,
when passed by for promotion
and toxic lotion is sold to keep us young.
I hear her forked tongue,
when my voice is ignored again,
when single mothers barely maintain
poverty existence led
as punishment for being
un-wed.

Burkas hide the bruises
and we’ve run out of excuses
why so many women are poor.
Our beloved men are sent to war
for corporate profits made
and taxes paid in blood and tears.

Yes I have fears.

I fear her rolling up through me, if they only knew me
and what I hold back, they would attack,
and mark me feminist bytch,
witch
and un-Christian.

Listen...
I hear her whisper from sister to brother
from father to mother, lover to lover...
I feel her emerging with Pele’s fire,
Aphrodite’s desire and Venus’s lust.
We must,
hear her.

She is part of us, the Mother’s curse,
foist in the never ending thirst for power
and dominance over all.
Eden’s free fall, orchestrated, ill-fated,
out-dated and reciprocated,
by us, still now, somehow.

The sacred dance beckons us in the second rush
of knowing... rivers flowing, ever to sea.
What will be, will be...
lost in the slipstream currents of the paradigm whore
who dares seek safe passage
to our shore.


Details | Rhyme | |

Season's Greetings!

Oh yes! I am bringing to you my sweetest “Season’s Greetings”!
We’re all for one and one for all we have our gradual meetings!
In just one single season; 
I can change my very significance, 
Into my natural underlining supernatural spiritual being,
I am inducted into a higher level of a thorough healing.

Autumn decorates Mother Earth’s leaves with painted colors of a much clever design.
Winter sheds its leaves harvesting bared naked trees perfected by one purely divine.
Spring brings many blessings by bundles pleasing my senses delicately I’m breathing.
Summer sparkles in midnight’s mystical air soothing my torturous day stained in sweat.
Balanced by my four winds in heaven into brilliant glory,
Each day you and I personally have pleasured and met!

“Season’s Greetings”!
Great Goodness!
I ‘m believing in exactly what it is I‘m seeing and feeling!

“Season’s Greetings”!
Goodness Gracious!
I’m feeling Mother Earth moving a healing inside of my own natural being!

A Sun so bright, glaring shiny throughout the endless midnight skies spreading wide out.
A Moon so light, beams flow through down into depths of seas netting webs on a mount.
Skies so high my breath loses sight in the glare of golden visions all at once I forebear.

Shallow rivers and high Mountains sounding to winds of decrees summoned by degree!
Valleys and fields rain top rocks of thunderous clouds striking down at the perfect pair. 
‘Tis Season’s Greeting adjacent to humbling breaths with heirs to a mightier new year!




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Spin

I spin the wheel of time,
in hopes of returning again,
to an infant stage of my life,
of false hope too plenty to explain.

I’ve cast my three free wishes,
to a fabled Genie I’ve cried.
I’ve asked him to release me,
from this guilt and suffering inside.

I’ve tossed a million pennies,
into a fountain of youth I plead,
to return me to that delicate era,
planting mother and daughter’s seed.

I’ve carried this white rabbit’s foot,
in a pocket of grief and regret.
Searching my hatred for salvation,
for motherly deeds I’ll never forget.

I’ve searched the meadows and found,
as many four-leaf clovers I could collect,
longing for eternal retribution,
for the scars and injuries that infect.

I’ve went to see the Wizard,
and begged for another chance,
to be a young mother to my daughter,
for her heart to forever sing and dance.

But sadly nothing changed,
the hands of time don’t stop.
They won’t reverse into the past,
because of an age you wish to swap.

Disappointed and frustrated,
I fell to my knees to pray,
for the sins of guilt and suffering,
that plaque my life every day.

And as I felt like giving up,
I heard Him say to me…..
Don’t try to reverse past history,
who you are now, is who you should be.

* Just a wish to reverse time, and go back to when I gave birth to my first daughter, at such a young age. Knowing what I do now, I could have been a better mother, and more focused on motherhood, than myself. The guilt of "not being there more" for her has plagued me every day of my life. Though I can't reverse the past, I could never love her more than I do......she's amazing.


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Pickled Madness

Born a wee bit 'early' like a crocus
covered in the snow of March
and unwelcome stranger am I to a
clue less world, child of the Jew.

A wee bit early for proprieties sake
yet, Mother never admitted such 
to her dying breath.
Bit 'early' the Mainiac's 
would say "ayah?"
like a daffodil in a soft, wet, ripe
spot of humus in the sun.
A bud of brightness, but, out of place.
Crocus croaking beneath the weight
of prejudice a hybrid combine
of drink and mind
covered in the after birth of woman.

In the snow's furnace Mother was born also.
Child of German extract and Mayflower heir.
Of March mother new little, raised at the foot of Mt. Battie 
and unwelcomed except by she was the
stranger.......

Am I not, the child of 'pickled madness', aye.
To a clue less world was I born.
Clue less as to the exotic mix
world child as are so many now
of the Jew.

* New Form each line begins with words in order
taken from the first verse.
**See About the Poem


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Fear Would Come At Lights Out

Remembering once again childhood days
When mother would on warm days let fire die
Maybe she would stop me from my fun play
We would go for that afternoon walk__sigh

Down long road to the branch across the way
With our small pails probably once held lard
Back then everything was fried in that day
We would look for vein of whitewash real hard

After gathering the whitewash head home
Where mother would clean around fireplace hearth
She would remove ashes; set the soft tone
For our home, on her hands_ knees clean no mirth

She would then whitewash the hearth inside rim
Glistening clean white, adding wood stoke fire
It  would crackle send tiny sparks to  swim
Briefly in air like stars of  night  aspire

Gathering around the fire family time
News, stories, tall tales; safe and warm no doubt
Gradually  fire would die into bed climb
Fear would come for daddy would say lights out


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BESIDES FAMILY

During the years that I had lived
many friends I have had;
some nice, some good, some bad...
ah! being friendless is very sad!

Beside family...who else
will remember what I've achieved,
perhaps a stranger reading
my works too lucid and intense?

I have honored many unnotorious folks like humble mother,
and the ones who have touched me in ways nobody has...
having been an innovator, not much of a shaker,
readers will uncover the true meaning of my writings.


Besides family...who will take time to read them twice?
Have I moved, inspired and changed them in several minutes?
That could be so true by the interest they have shown in the poems
I've written and my wish is that they have found that voice!


I seek no praises or laurels for my creations with words so intuitive,
and if an ode were dedicated to me....so very honored I wouldl be!
It's not being naive...not to have realized it and be crowned with victory;
and in any respectable way they wish to remember me, it's their prerogative.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

The First Times With My Daughter

the first time the doctor said to me you're going to be a mom
the first time I felt my child stir in my womb
the first time I looked at her when they placed her on my stomach
the first time she smiled at me and I knew it was not gas
her first tooth, her first step
the first time she said "Mama"
her first sleep over and I called every hour to see if she wanted to come home
her first pajama party and she would not allow me in the room
her first crush, her first heartbreak and we talked about boys over ice cream
her first menstrual cycle and I gave her that talk about the birds and the bees
the time we went shopping for her first bra 
and she chose the one with the little pink bow on the front just like I did
her first car date and I had more information on that  boy than the FBI
her first prom and I took so many pictures 
that my husband snatched the camera out of my hands
the first night she was gone away to college and I cried and worried all night
until she called me in the morning and told me how great everything was 
the first time she told me she was seriously in love and asked for my sage advice
the first time I meet the young man, who I thought was taking away my baby
and found out he was perfect for her
the first time she told me she was getting married and she showed me the 
engagement ring and we both jumped up and down with glee
the first time I saw her in her wedding gown 
and I couldn't speak over the lump in my throat
the first time she told me she was pregnant 
and she was so scared and excited at the same time
the first time she placed my granddaughter in my arms
she looked at me, kissed my cheek and said "Mommy I love you
and I pray that I will be as great a mom to my child as you were to me"

the first time I realized that this vibrant, intelligent young woman 
is the essence of me, a legacy that will continue on in my grandchild
the first time I said, "Thank you God, we did good".


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I'm A Goddess

I'm a goddess
My flow is unspeakable
Not too many situations are infeasible
A goddess
I'm surely irresistible
Besides my persona the reason isn't invisible
A goddess
I'm gracious always
A real stand up woman the woman she don't play
A goddess
Courageous in all ways
Up against a man my heart will outweigh
A goddess
A woman with intuition
A passion for life and the quality of it's condition
A goddess
I'm a woman authentically
Progressively complexity, I love my femininity



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The Nightmares

Nightmares that come are so bad I'm  afraid to sleep
Exhaustion enters making sleep needs reach their peak

A little light sleep to settle down falling falling deeply sound
The horror no no go away nightmares please dissipate

Same dreams every night since my darling baby cried
She nursed, very well fed in the morning she died

Nightmares night afer night awaking my baby I dread
Being rocked, rocked, rocked, looking down my baby's dead



(My adoptive mother lost a child, a little girl at age nine months old.  Back then people used 
home remedies very seldom saw a doctor.  The child had been sick with a cold, mother fed 
her and the next morning she was dead.  The  doctor who examined  the corpse said that 
she had had pneumonia and choked to dead on the mucous.)


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Many Families Are In Difficult Situations

I’ve seen many families in difficult situations!
Often ending up in lies and false accusations!

I’ve seen many families stray way off course…
And tragically, often, end up in a divorce!

I’ve seen the hardships that many families endure.
Their faith has often been shaken. 
 That’s for sure!

I’ve seen many families trying to give 100 percent.
And then wondering where all of their time went!

I’ve seen all these things happening
 and much more!
I have wondered; “what is all of this happening for?”

I’ve just one thing to say in this “chaotic confusion.”
Only the blood of Jesus gives
 any hope or solution!

It’s only in his word, we’ll find a godly direction!
His Holy Spirit can give true and loving correction!

May we seek his spirit to bind us all together!
And pray for his blood for our protection forever!

Please come Lord Jesus, and refresh our soul!
We need you right now, to make us whole!

Please touch our heart, and make us all one!
And heal every father, mother, daughter and son!

Please help us to watch what we’ll do and say!
You can turn our darkest night
 into the brightest day!

By Jim Pemberton


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Mother's Point of View

I cry every night but I don't know why.
I wait for my husband in solitude until I hear the doorbell ring.
It's my husband!
I guess we'll have a bite or two.
I open the door and it isn't him.
I start to cry but I don't know why.
I've done my fair share of crying but as my friend puts her arm around me, I start to
shiver and weep even more.
My daughter my daughter! I want my daughter back.
It's been too long.
She couldn't even see her little brother graduate from eighth grade.
My daughter. My poor daughter can't even see her kids.
My beautiful grandchildren may never see my mother's radiant face.
I can still hear her, " Honey, don't be afraid but I may die before too long."


Details | Senryu | |

Lost Forever

Casey Anthony--
found not guilty, yet her child
is lost forever


Details | I do not know? | |

For My Husband

I love you for being my husband.
I thank you for all your love.
I thank you for being there,
A special person sent from above.
I thank God for sending you to me,
For giving me a life with you.
And our children he entrusted me.
Your acceptance, guidance and care,
Given so unconditionally.
Together with my love and certainty,
Give us so much to share.
I feel a special bond not there before.
It gets stronger every day.
Making within me such awesome happiness,
My heart longs to soar.
I know that I am not always perfectly undoubting.
We both have our failures and imperfections.
I think, however, our short comings and trials
 Build between us stronger connections.
I believe that God has brought us together,
Because each has a lot to offer the other.
You, as the father and husband,
And me, as the wife and mother.

                                                                    Summer Gratias


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Face To Face

Joanna Davis

So many things to do today
My goodness I’ve no time to play
The washing, ironing, then the tea
tomorrow I’ll have more time for me!
Just let me get the shopping done,
can’t stop now…I’m on the run
So many things to hide behind
If there’s nothing to do~
Something I’ll find
I’ll dig myself in so deep
even my min’s no time to sleep
I can’t slow down or stop you see
or I might come face to face with me!


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Omens

Omens
- - - - -
The sweet aroma of rice; yonder bare fields;
on the stone the dark patches of water pitchers
and her looking at the sky where buzzards fly,
are completing the composition of waiting.

She has been waiting too long; too long she has made her man 
hold his patience  all these while; believed peace will come.
Now these flying buzzards are looking ominous 
like secret language which mystic nomads speak. 

She trembles with the prospect of unknown evils.
A long wait for her son, returning from town, 
from the all consuming town where he has gone
long, long, long time ago. But she has hoped for return.

She again watched for God’s language. Let him come.

=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar 


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On the degradation of family values (by the homosexual agend

My mom is a rosebush
lovely and red
but if you are careless
you’ll wind up quite dead.

My dad is a slide rule
useful and endearing
whose entire career
has been engineering.

My bro is a penguin
laid-back and cool
who hangs out with buddies
his size up at school.

I am a journal 
tucked out of sight
listening, watching
more chapters to write.

We are four
corners of a square
connected by thin lines
inside the same lair.


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Why Did I Give In To Temptation

Giving In To Temptation...

I remember of a particular situation.
I was offered a very "inviting" temptation.

The situation I was in... I didn't belong!
And lost any sense of 
"right and wrong."

At first... I felt no guilt or shame.
And brought embarrassmen
 to my family's name.

I tried to explain this to
 my wife and kids.
I heard; "Dad... please... 
  no more fibs!"

The Godly principles were 
"tossed to the side,"
As the sin inside caused 
arrogance and pride.

Soon, all in my life that truly mattered.
Was all gone... and my life 
was empty and shattered!

I was sorry for all of the 
problems I had caused/
This time... I took a moment to pause/

I cried to God to rescue me from my sin.
And confessed.  Would God help me once again?

I read in the Bible of our
 saviour's grace and love/
This time the help I needed had 
to come from above/

I asked him for a fresh and brand new start.
He removed the stain from a broken heart.

He restored to me the joy I once had.
I'm so thankful... Jesus has made me glad!

YOU--Jesus--are the reason I'm here today!
I LOVE YOU! More than words can say!

By Jim Pemberton


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Testament Of Have Not

God gave me a life to visit the earth
To see the beautiful heaven
Full of fruits and awesome sky
Sets me free with joy and peace

God gave me a mother with full of love
instinctual, unconditional, and forever
persuaded me the greatness of motherhood.
I learnt how dearer was the mother for me
I enjoyed life with liberty and peace.

God gave me a dad with full of care
Affection and great regards
As everything was going grand
I start searching more pleasure and joy
Thus, I have been selfish being all my life.

I punished my parents for my own choices
For the pursuit of happiness.
All charming people, I fancy, are spoiled
And I forgot to wipe other’s tear.

I got sick and found that life is short
I know now how beautiful a day can be
When love and kindness touches the heart
with motherly love.
Be care and cared is only the route 
to our common good, then
Return to the God rest in peace.


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Mothers

How come mothers scold?
How come mothers yell? 
Then when they say they love you,
Sometimes you just can’t tell!
And sometimes when they yell all day, 
“I hope you burn in hell!” you say.

But then you have that talk,
And then you feel so bad.
You try to go apologize,
But think that she's still mad!
So you let her blow off some steam,
And pray it’s not as bad as it may seem.

You start out by saying, “Sorry,”
‘Cause you’re trying to be mature,
But the rest of it just won't come out,
And you’re feeling insecure…
You throw away your fears,
And express the rest in tears.

You know what you did,
And you know that you were wrong.
You've let your feelings out,
You know that you've been strong.
You pray she understands,
Your punishment is in her hands.

You regret those things you've said,
You say things when you’re mad.
But you've made matters better now,
And for this, your mom is glad.
She gives you her forgiveness,
And so your guilty feelings grow less.

So when your mother scolds,
And when she starts to yell,
Just know it’s ‘cause she loves you,
In case you just can't tell.
So when you feel like you’re in a ditch,
Remember, “Tough love can be a – well, you get the point I’m trying to pitch!”


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untitled

The sunlight 
shines through 
the clouds
as rain falls 
into the gray eyes
of a mother doing 
laundry
while her children
play house.


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What Kind Of Life Have You Been Spending


You know that another year is ending. What kind of lifestyle have you been spending? Does it just seem like "you're walking on a cloud." "Everything's going good." You're very proud! You have a family, three cars, and much wealth. Not counting all of your friends... Plus good health. Have you thought about who made all of this possible? Jesus! You may find this to be "improbable." The Bible says that every good gift is from God on high. His word is true Don't listen to a lie! It's surely not just because of you that you have all of this. To go along in life, rather "happy and bliss." The next time you're heading out your front door. Think about the meaning of life. And what you're here for! Lay your treasures up in heaven... and you shall find. A godly contentment. True joy. And a peace of mind. The blessings of God... In you... He wants to pour. Give what you have to him... And then you'll have MORE! By Jim Pemberton


Details | I do not know? | |

For Mother Teresa

For Mother Teresa

to see...

the clarity of beauty between the murky folds of life

to see...

the simple truths of living
between the horror and the endless strike

to see...

the innocent smiles of the children at play
while the elder preach hate and division and continue to slay

to see...

the endless yearning for that simpler better place
away from the hollow emptiness of this ostentatious space

to see...

the open vistas of this pale blue dot
the soft reds and fruity greens as this home is all we have got

to see...

the tears of the dispossessed who have been cruelly cast aside
and while we look the other way from their tears we may never hide

to see...

the endless hunger and despair and killing and greed
in the name of God or of ideology or of some or the other creed

to see...

and to see it all

and still stand tall

to hold on to the humanity

that resides deep within us all

may be our only saving grace

and though all of this sounds quaint and saccharine sweet

I need to remember all that I've said

the next time I look into a teary-eyed desolate face

to see...

that being human is simple if we only look beyond ourselves and see

that we are all one, him and her and them and us and you and me...



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I'm Special Too

I know I'm not perfect and make mistakes.
Yes, I'm temperamental and things may break.
My moods are intolerable; this I agree,
but why is it so hard to accept and love me?

Your only daughter and a bond should be,
but this we’ll never have; I now finally see.
You choose your favorites and criticize me,
while all I’ve searched for is love from thee.

I no longer dwell over who you “think I am”,
coming to my senses of a mother's loving scam.
All my loyalty and love has never been enough,
as motherly caresses are still callously rough.

Thank you mom for lessons, on "how to be a mom".
Watching observantly your lack of motherly charm.
I’m special too mom, although you may disagree.
I’ve discarded the longing of an unheard weeping plea.

You have your golden child, who can do no wrong.
Then your baby; co-dependently feeding him all along.
I’m the mediocre child; invisible to those beautiful eyes,
turning your back on me, not hearing my painful cries.

Don’t be proud and love me for the creation you did make.
I’ve exhausted all avenues; my need for you was my mistake.
I still love you mom, although my heart is torn apart,
but I’m a woman now and it's time for a fresh new start.


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It's Hard To See The One You Love Go Through Pain


It's Hard To See Someone Go Through' Pain... "It's hard to see someone I love go through so much pain." Were the words I heard that night I called on Jesus' name. "This person whom I love, has gone through so much." "How I wish to bring my peace and healing touch." I cried and wept, as I heard the master's voice. His gift of love is for all of us... It's our choice! His body was broken... A sacrifice was made. His life for our sorrow and pain, is what he gave. His grace is more than sufficient for the pain we endure. His love and commitment to you, is true and secure. He loves you so much. He waits at your heart's door. He gives peace and comfort. And so much more! The pain and suffering you're going through today. Please listen to the words Christ has to say. "I am El-Shadaii." "Jehovah-Jireh." "Your very best friend." "My love and devotion to you will never, never end." By Jim Pemberton


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Happy Holidays Or Merry Christmas

What if Christmas wasn't here? What if Christmas disappeared? Whenever December came... It just wouldn’t be the same! What if the baby Jesus was never born in a manger? The true meaning of Christmas would be in danger! If this happened... There would be no nativity. We wouldn’t have Christ' peace and tranquility! It’s almost like this now! It’s an “ever increasing business.” It seems like nearly everyone wants “Christ out of Christmas!” Why does it seem like Christmas is losing it’s true meaning? The very words; “Merry Christmas,” seem to be quickly disappearing! Many say; “Happy Holiday.” For fear they may “offend.” Having a “holiday” without Christ…. Once again! We need to put Jesus Christ back into our CHRISTmas season! He is what Christmas is about! HE is the very reason! May we all take some time to rejoice in our savior’s birth. May there be shouts of JOY! From the corners of the earth! Let’s not take Christ out of our joyous celebration! We need him so much right now! All over this great nation! May we bring to him a heart of love for everything he’s done. As we bring honor to Christ. God’s precious son! May we continually offer to him a heart filled with praise! Not only at Christmas time… But all of our days! By Jim Pemberton


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God Gave Us Our Sexuality


God Gave Us Our Sexuality… God gave us our sexuality and told us how to use it. But many have ignored him, and have “abused it.” Through his word, he’s given us his “set of rules.” So many have refused it, and have become “fools.” The fool has purposed in his heart God does not exist. Yet his beautiful handiwork is all around their midst. Many have chosen to turn his truth into a lie. And often, they burn in lust till the day they die. Many have offered their bodies for ungodly things. Not caring the consequences this really brings! Many are involved with perversion of various kinds. Having a warped sense of morality in very confused minds So many aren’t happy with the way they're created. Their own sexual identity is often debated. You were wonderfully designed and beautifully made. Please don’t end up as sin’s “sexual slave!” God made you special… And has a perfect will! Your every need… His love can fulfill! Don’t settle for what may be “your innocence lost” Think about the work Christ did on the cross! God can help you to resist the man “sexual temptations.” And can bring to your life his peace and true satisfaction. You don’t have to live like you did before! God can restore your life and do so much MORE1 By Jim Pemberton


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Warmth of Mother's Womb

Wrapped within the morning I lie alone Far away As most days I often do All but the minds eye Is undercover closed Clinging to empty linen And then, unconscious folds Form to dreams of meditation And then I feel you Lying so very close The day continues collapsing in As every second to minute goes And so I bury myself further, deeper Thinking less and less, just being, sensing Into deja vu Struck by an unawareness Of the naissances soon Or what conscience shall remember Beneath old famaliar comforter Can it be, the warmth of mother's womb


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Marriage Is Under Attack Like Never Before

Marriage Is Under Attack Like Never Before! Marriage is under attack… And it’s because… So many people have trampled “God’s set of laws…” What once was ordained as “God’s order of unity…” Has often resulted in so much “infidelity…” The God given covenant between a woman and a man… Is so distorted… How can one truly understand? All the way from Genesis to Revelation… God made it clear from the time of creation… It was Adam and Eve from the very start… As Eve was formed from a rib… Close to Adam’s heart. They were joined together by their God above… Being a symbol of his creation and never-ending love This same God is the redeemer of your very soul… It’s only in him that you can be complete and whole! You are invited to join the marriage supper of the lamb… Christ is the bridegroom and is waiting for your hand! Won’t you accept God’s proposal he offers to you? He’s given the invitation… What will you do? He’s coming for a bride who’s sins are washed away! Won’t you accept his proposal of love… Today? He remains faithful… And forever true! And has already said the words; “I DO!” By Jim Pemberton


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I've Heard Of A lot Of People

I’ve Heard Of A lot Of People…

I’ve heard of a lot of people who claim to serve God above.
I heard that many of them proclaim a message of his love!

I’ve heard of a lot of people who claim to know him too…
Would one of these people be someone like YOU?

I’ve heard of a lot of people who’ve made it known.
They are making plans to soon
 be in their heavenly home!

I’ve heard of a lot of people who are joyful.  You can tell!
They’re in love with Jesus.  And are doing quite well!

I’ve heard of a lot of people who’ve 
made a wise choice!
They read the word of God and seek their savior’s voice!

I know of a lot of people who have 
made a firm decision…
They’ve given to God their hearts 
and undivided attention!

I know of a lot of people who were stumbling along the way.
Until they met the master…  Who changed their life one day!

I know of a lot of people that will soon be all together…
When the Lord comes back soon and 
takes them with him forever!

I know of a lot of people and I hope you’re one of them…
Who have accepted Christ.  
And are now born again!

I know there’s lot of angels in heaven 
waiting for you and me!
Won’t you join with these people to spend your eternity???

By Jim Pemberton     05/17/12


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Mother Natures Revenge

Mother Nature’s Revenge

Eyes as red as fire
Her breath can sink ships
Her voice breaks glass when she screams
Her temper shakes cites from their foundations
Yet her hands are the most gentle
Able to cup a baby bird as it learns to fly
Her tears feed the planet that she loves
Her kiss can spread colors across a barren desert
She is the perfect mother for an infant planet
Her work goes largely unnoticed by mortals
Man doesn’t look as they kill miles of forests
They don’t as they pollute her waters
Humans don’t care as they turn the skies into sludge
Someday they will pray to her
Ask her for help
When the planet is a gray ball with no beauty
Will Mother Nature answer those who call for her now?
Will she bring back the animals and plants men have destroyed?
Or will she simply smile and ignore man?
Or will she turn her attention to one plant
Far away from man
In that one plant with a single flower
Will she give to it all of the beauty Earth has lost?
Too little too late
Man has made a mistake
A million mistakes
She may just be too tired to care
Then what will the Earth become?


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God's Definition of Marriage


God designed marriage as the real thing!
Anything less, is what a counterfeit brings!

His concept of one man and woman is very real.
He’s not interested in bowing to “man’s appeal.”

His court of justice rings very loud and clear!
The truth of his word shall NEVER disappear!

You can look in Genesis and it is found!
He created Adam from the dust of the ground!

He designed Eve from one of his ribs!
They were joined together as  both lived!

He didn’t need a constitution to know “their rights.”
He gave them HIS WORD as their guiding light!

Satan has been trying to pervert what God created!
This is a truth.  And need not be debated!

We have cheapened the value of the marriage institution!
And have added needless 
chaos and confusion!

Through the Bible, one husband and wife are taught!
Unless you want to live in Sodom, as did Lot!

Ungodly perversions take many forms and kinds.
And it soon piles up garbage into our minds!

“What God has put together.” 
 “Let no man put asunder.!”
Many ideas of “marriage,” is a total blunder!

One man and one woman is what God ordained in Eden.
It was Adam and Eve.  
Not Adam and Steven!

The choices in life are yours!  And yours alone!
Who is going to be the Lord, of your heart and home?

By Jim Pemberton  


Details | Fibonacci | |

Sick Child

A 
Child
Sick
With cancer
Upset from illness
Feeling ugly from the hair loss
Depressed feels alienated wants to die because of all
Mother feels all the pain isolation of her daughter, she goes into bathroom shaves head


Details | Haiku | |

Cloud Watching

Cloud Watching



Grass tickling your neck
white pillows across the sky
           Your own gallery


Details | Rhyme | |

Our Children

Sometimes I sit and watch them
running through the yard.
I just can't stop from smiling
and saying... "This aint that hard!"
I would'nt trade a minute 
of this work that must get done.
Because throughout the hardest times
so often comes the fun.
How can we call this "working"
when we get to see the joy
that spills out of each smiling face
of our two girls and boy?
I'm tired, sore, and cranky.
This is very true...
I just remind myself each day
the importance of what I do.
The time they're young goes by so fast.
You blink and then they're grown.
But if we do the best we can,
we'll never be alone.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Rapture

Escaping from the patterns of my life
From crime and hate and inner strife
I visit a place that is pure and serene
Where i'm alone as a morning bird sings

I followed a path forged in stone
immersed in beauty, that nature owns
It is nature that owns the morning haze
That envelops the glory of this mystic maze

A labyrinth of answers to my dreams
this paradise is false,or so it seems
As the sun beamed its radiant light
i choose a place and did recite

I gasped at the trees and fertile soil
that inherit the flowers as my quill toiled
The flowers have blossomed this early spring
Akin to a babe, immaculate and pristine.

The scent of the air is not of smog and dirt
that blackens the white and decays the dirks
Yet that of a fragrant scent from the flowers 
that abides in memory to this very hour.

i heard patter from a creek a distance away
Gentle and calm it enraptured my stay
And to my eyes not a ripple shows
As i induced a wish then tossed a rose

Akin to a morrow, i saw my reflection
Hued in beauty of Mother Nature's protection
For all this beauty that envelops me
unfolds clearly for the world to see

And to the world like a perpetual fire
it flares and glows never to tire
prevailing past the wars hate and crime
the creek remains until the end of time
 
The morning bird wings again before me
Adieu Mother Nature I'll never defy thee
Yes! the bird of faith will lead the way
To some other secluded haven to  stay.


Details | Couplet | |

love starved

If love is a hunger.Then my heart is 
empty.The pains run deeper then 
the pacific ocean floor.So many 
lovers my heart feels like a revolving 
door.I ask my mother to feed me 
cause i    hunger for her love .She 
gave me the left over scraps from 
my sisters and brother.barely 
enough to stop the pain.I ask my 
father to feed me and he only feeds 
my mother ,and when he 
remembers that I have no love he 
says hes fresh out.I asked my 
husband to  feed me .But he cant 
even make food.He gives me a 
dinner mint of lust .It disappears as 
soon  as it touches my 
lips.Countless lovers taking from an 
already starved heart. The inner 
parts of my heart consumed by the 
love given but never received.My 
heart is just and empty hollow lining 
.So empty the hunger pains can 
never be felt again.


Details | Personification | |

God's gift

When we were born we were too small to look after ourself,
since God couldnt be everywhere with us,
he made sure we were well protected and nurtured
God made sure that our demands get fullfilled,
every liitle wish was granted
we were showered with tons of love
so God created parents.
our creators,our lifeline
to protect us when we were tiny
when we could hardly understand things,
when we were learning to speak who would understand everything we tried to speak.
when we started slowly to talk they would understand the power of silence and helps us out..
to fix things when we were small that might break or fall
or simply to hold us when we would fall.
God knew we'd need somebody..
someone who would love us unconditionally,
someone who would show our mistakes and still stand for us 
someone who would be gentle, 
who will listen to our dreams  and help those dreams come true
someone who would teach us to be brave and understand our fears and help us
they would switch roles either be our friend and stand for us through thick and thin
so thank you God for being so kind for giving such a wonderful gift.


Details | Quatrain | |

Charlie Girl

While walking through the store I caught your scent,
A lady stood beneath the neon light,
She held a bottle of perfume in hand,
And memories returned into my sight.

Outside the school gates waiting for the bell,
I saw my mum; she’s standing, waiting there,
With me running out ready to go home,
The essence of Charlie kissing the air.

I see the old man stop all of those cars,
In his white mac with his lollipop stick,
Of course it was magic in a child’s eyes,
Like Paul Daniels performing a staged trick.

Past the airfield and rails, Blue on her lead,
Over the bridge to check the lizard hill,
Were they bathing in early summer sun,
Then on home where Peter was lying, still.

Sweet memories that I have in my heart
You may wonder on the what, why, and how
My mum will always be my ‘Charlie girl’,
Although it is me who wears Charlie now.





Form: Sicilian Quatrains


Details | Senryu | |

Long Summer Days Soon

She had a baby
today.  She's only sixteen.
Long summer days soon.


Details | Bio | |

Gifted And Blessed My Song

A child was born gifted and blessed
Not understood by parents, siblings, and all the rest
Personality traits introverted, shy 
Leaning toward melancoly don't ask why

Drawn to music, art, crafts and poetry
Who loves to hear and tell a good story
Feeling insecure, unloved, and misunderstood
Fearing the worst, bottled desires to fit in if she could

Wanting a chance to just use her gifts
And help others not feel misfit
Lives her life in her hometown
Where this woman will never wear a crown


Details | Rhyme | |

I'm So Thankful For Everything

I’m So Thankful… I’m so thankful for everything the Lord has made... Everything he’s created… His beauty is displayed! I’m so thankful for the breath I have to breathe… Until that one day, from this earth, I shall leave. I’m so thankful for the way God has made so evident. The principles of his word… Are so relevant! I’m so thankful for the beauty and glory he’s shown… It has brought blessings and healing to my home! I’m so thankful for the many things he’s done for me… He’s given me his love which flows abundantly! I’m so thankful that each day,.. Is another to live for him… He’s taken away my pain and has forgiven every sin. I’m so thankful that I can write these words from my heart. I know that he’s with me. And he’ll never depart! I’m so thankful that you’re reading what I’ve been saying… May this cause you to once again start praying! I pray that this same Jesus I know… Who’s merciful and kind… Will speak words of hope to you and give you a peace of mind. I pray that before you go to bed and this day has ended. You’ll allow Christ to have your heart “amended.” Thank you Lord! For what you’ve done and are going to do… It’s another way that I can say “I LOVE YOU!” Thank you Lord! For all that I‘ve received and so much more… You’ve made my life complete… And are worth living for! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Free verse | |

Sunday

not so long ago 
i raced the sun home 
to sleep half this day away 
now, with children of my own 
i beg this day to stay


Details | Personification | |

Mother Star

I am aimed and directed for a shooting star.
In the midst of a collision I am traveling far.
 
Nothing can stop me for I am on a lifelong mission.
I’m timing the clocks and gaining some recognition.
 
I am in and out of reality stumbling onto a delusion.
Sometimes I want to run free and go into seclusion.
 
The wind tries to hinder me so I shew it to go away.
I stand on the Moon and make the Sun arise a new day.
 
I am looking down at a world that is misunderstood.
If I could have I would have and then again I should.
 
But that is neither here nor there so I will fair.
I have accumulated a bit and have much to share.
 
However, there is a cornerstone one can get stuck.
One must find the mother Star and hope for lady luck.
 
Once you find it you will be well on your way,
You’ll rise with the Sun and be brighter each day.
 
 
 
© Copyright: Ann Rich   2006


Details | Rhyme | |

God Is Our Refuge And Strength

God Is Our Refuge And Strength... God is our refuge and strength, in a time of trouble. He's there to pick me up... when I fall and stumble. I will not fear, though the whole earth be shaken. And the mountains be thrown into the ocean's deep basin. Though the waters roar, and the trees shake with fear; I am never alone.... for God is always near.. There is a river, whose streams bring forth gladness. God is in it's midst and brings true happiness. Let the heathen rage... and the whole earth melt too. The Lord of hosts is with us, and shall protect YOU! Behold his works... and see what he has made. He has caused wars to cease... & destroyed weapons displayed. Be still... He is God and is exalted to glory up on high. He is our protector. He is El-Shadaii! The Lord of hosts is with us... all of heaven does proclam. The awesome power and glory there is... in HIS majestic name! By Jim Pemberton Psalm Ch. 46


Details | Free verse | |

Fading Innocence

No more girlyness
Innocence has withered away
There is never anytime to play
Responsibility...
Nothing to write.
I guess I must be contrite.
All my life I have lived,
I've had the eagerness to fight.
But not now,
I have given up,
there is no more fight in me.
I can accept lifes outcome.
No longer do I have to fight for someone.


Details | Rhyme | |

Are We Being Driven to God's Elimination


Are We Being Driven to God’s Elimination? In the names of diversity and anti-discrimination. It’s like we’re being driven to God’s elimination! God is being “forced” from many institutions! All in the name of this country’s constitution! We’re told that God and this country must be “separated.” Anything less is what many would call; “discriminated.” Any forms of Godly virtues or values are “torn down.” Any symbol of a cross, is often “removed from the town.” It’s no wonder that this country’s in such a big mess! And yet this country wants to be strong and blessed? “What shall the righteous do if the foundations are destroyed?” Meanwhile, the tide of ungodliness, is often “enjoyed.” Those who are trying to remove God! You must beware! His judgment is soon coming! And will catch you unaware! There’s will come a day! When God’s wrath you will endure! The wages of sin is death! This is very true and sure! People may think that removing God is the “thing to do.” Anyone who attempts to do will wind up as “a fool.” Only God can fill the void in life and true love within! Only he has the power to free your soul from sin! The words; “in God we trust,” in our lives must be applied! Everything we’ll ever need… God has supplied! God is this country’s hope! It’s only true foundation! We need HIM right now! To come and heal our nation! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Rhyme | |

As You Leave

Every time you leave, a piece of me goes with,
it attaches itself to you securely,
assigning its mission forthwith.

When you travel down that lonesome road,
down a monotonous path of isolation –
just reach inside your pocket,
and there I’ll be there without hesitation.

As your days go by, without me by your side,
just open up your jacket,
you’ll find my heart beating inside.

When you lie awake in bed,
crying at the severed loss,
just wrap your covers even tighter,
and my love shall span across.

When you feel down,
and alone without a friend,
that piece of me shall comfort,
your heartache I will mend.

As the distant absence grows longer,
that piece of me grows stronger,
leading you back to this absent heart,
the one who was with you from the start.


Details | Rhyme | |

Setting up House

I met a woman, fell in love
She was a gift from above
Soon she became my spouse
We gathered things and set up house.

Some things were new without a flaw
Some were hand me downs from Ma and Paw
For some we saved nickels in a can
Some were bought on the installment plan.

Children came – a total of four
Two boys – two girls- no need for more
We managed to provide room and board
Did the best we could afford.

We moved around from house to house
On an adventure – me and my spouse
Gathering things to which we would cling
But we rarely got rid of anything.

Tables, chairs, couches, and beds
Cabinets and shelves taller than our heads
Mugs, pictures, and bells we did collect
Mementoes and heirlooms on which to reflect.

A man gathers a lot in over fifty years
And remembers many of them with tears
Many a thing still fills my house
But it’s not a home without my spouse.

She has a room in a retirement home
Care is provided and she cannot roam
I dreamed one day we would be old timers
But I never figured on Alzheimer’s.

Now I have a house full of stuff
Too many things - more than enough
The time has come to downsize
To an apartment in the high rise.

My children came one by one
Went through my stuff until they were done
One takes this and another takes that
And managed to do so without a spat.

Giving things away is a lonely task
My irritability I cannot mask
Gathering things with my spouse
Was more fun than cleaning out house.



Details | Rhyme | |

The Old House and the New Home

The Old House and the New Home
©2011 C. Brent Cloyd

I’ve lived in houses in the country side
There with my family I did abide
By the dust and gravel of a country road
Much pride was taken in our humble abode

I’ve lived in houses perched on a hill
Many of which are not standing still
They provided shelter in their time
Provoked memories that make life rhyme 

I’ve lived in a house on a city street
Where the neighbors came out at night to meet
I’ve lived in houses made of wood and stone
On avenues where children could safely roam

I’ve lived in houses of mortar and brick
Where driveways were paved and the grass was thick
I’ve enjoyed houses far better than most
Where friends would come and I could serve as host

But my current house seems like a foreign land
Where everyone wants to lend me a hand
Living in this place is not my desire
Of this arrangement I easily tire

The time has come for me to leave
To this old house I will not cleave
I no longer want a cottage here below
To a fine home in heaven soon I will go.

I long not for a mansion or streets of gold
But just a place where I will never grow old
A place where pain and sadness are never more
Where happiness is found on every shore

I am eager, yes ready, to move out
To possess my new home with a shout!
The promised home Jesus went to prepare
Death please come quickly, I want to be there.


Details | Haiku | |

PEARL IN SHELL

                                                       pearl in shell
                                               deepest sea's treasure
                                                        most secret


Details | Lyric | |

We Walk Amongst The Faithful

We walk amongst the faithful. Unknown to human eyes. So normal and so human, They can't see through our disguise. The tears of angels made us As they flew down from the sky. They didn't want to do it, So all they did was cry. We're stuck amongst the ruin. The horror and despair. We've seen a bit too closely To the heart of Evil's lair. We walk amongst the faithful. Unknown to human eyes. So normal and so human, They can't see through our disguise. We're scarred up on the inside, But outside we're just fine. We hide the truth so well They can't see into our lies. Our daddies were all drinkers. And when they would get mad, They'd take it out us poor souls, And boy were we so glad When Daddy drank himself to sleep, And we could go and hide. Carve another scar into our heart Which was hidden deep inside. We walk amongst the faithful Unknown to human eyes So normal and so human They can't see through our disguise. Our mommies all liked men Perhaps a bit too much They sampled fair and far And didn't mind the touch. When Mommy fell asleep, Her boyfriends would come down And they would scare us half to death And they'd start to mess around. And after they were done Ravaging our broken souls We'd take our chance to run And hide from things we'd never know. We walk amongst the faithful Unknown to human eyes So normal and so human They can't see through our disguise. Our families are all broken We have no place to hide No place to let our tears out Let out what hurts inside. And now we sit here all alone In this dark corner as all hope Evades our longing hands We've lost our way to cope. And now we hide our feelings And what they've done to every “me”. We hold our chins up high. We do not let them see. We walk amongst the faithful Unknown to human eyes So normal and so humans Can't see through our disguise We pretend it doesn't happen We can't let anyone know Our traitor of a heart Is something we can't show. Would anyone even understand What we hold inside our hearts? Or would we be a freak show A different world apart? Maybe one day we will find one Every single one of us Someone who will understand Someone we can trust.


Details | Rhyme | |

We Salute Our Veterans

We Salute Our Veterans…

We salute every soldier who’s
 served this great nation.
And offer a heart of thanks
 and appreciation!

We salute each member 
of our armed forces.
And are thankful for their
 efforts and resources!

We salute the many who 
protect our borders too.
We’d be in trouble…  
If not for people like YOU!

We salute every son and 
daughter lost in a war.
YOU are what serving this
 country is meant for!

We salute the officers who’ve 
guided our women and men.
Our prayers are with you!  
And our love from within!

We salute our veterans!  
Wherever they may be!
Those who served on
 land, air and sea!

Offering prayer to the
 Lord is our belief…
That he will guide our
 Commander-in-Chief!

As we observe Veteran’s Day this year…
Let’s offer our soldiers
 love, hope and cheer…

May God bless them in
 all they endeavor
And his peace be with them
 today and forever!!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Rhyme | |

What If Christmas Disappeared


What if Christmas never happened? What if Christmas never came? Things around here would be different! It wouldn’t be the same! What if the baby Jesus was never born in a manger? Mankind would be in serious trouble. We’d all be in danger! If the baby Jesus wasn’t born. There would be no nativity. We wouldn’t be able to display this during our “festivity.” It’s almost like this now! It’s an “ever increasing business.” It seems like nearly everyone wants “Christ out of Christmas!” Why does it seem like Christmas is losing it’s true meaning? The very words; “Merry Christmas,” seem to be quickly disappearing! Many say; “Happy Holiday.” They worry they may “offend.” Having a “holiday” without Christ…. Once again! We need to put Jesus Christ back into our CHRISTmas season! He is what Christmas is about! HE is the very reason! May we all take some time to rejoice in our savior’s birth. May there be shouts of JOY! From the corners of the earth! Let’s not take Christ out of our joyous celebration! We need him so much right now! All over this great nation! May we bring to him a heart of love for everything he’s done. As we bring honor to Christ. God’s precious son! May we continually offer to him a heart filled with praise! Not only at Christmas time… But all of our days! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Acrostic | |

Equisetum

Every layer amassed vertically on the previous

Quintessentially abdicated from the next’s cornerstone

Upward from yet another illuminated chlorophyll-filled vascular vessel

Inspiring the growth of the next generation

Seemingly taxed at consecutive intervals

Each layer recedes like roman pilasters.

Tolling delicately to not topple the tower 

Umbilical to existence,

Mother of creation is left on top.


Details | Rhyme | |

This Past Year


I think about this past year... It “came and went…” I wonder that kind of life have I really spent? It almost seems like yesterday that I was a young man… “I had the world in the palm of my hand.” I had many goals, ambitions and dreams. I wanted to enjoy life and do so many things. Looking back on time and how quickly it’s gone by. I gaze up into the beauty of the stars in the sky. As I get older and think about another “resolution.” I find myself with another problem with no “solution.” I think about a God... Who made all of this a possibility! He’s offered to me love, hope and tranquility! I’m going to make a new commitment this January 1st. No matter if things get better… Or things get worse… I’m going to give my life and family to God above. And ask him to bless our home with his mercy and love. I’m going to try to live for him the best way I know. And seek his blessings wherever I may go! I’m going to give to God a love and strong commitment. It’s only in him where I’ll find true fulfillment! There’s an important fact, I shall always remember… God is with me from January thru December! He will be there to guide each step that is taken! With him in my life… I’m never alone or forsaken! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Rhyme | |

A Parent

                      
Convoluted; buoyant, defiant contention, sleeps in the corridors of mind. Dreaming of release from constricted womb, in portraits of terror, undeserving. Memories of ancient; promised ascension, returning, discerning, by design. Opens vacant eye wish; to murky clouds of doom, suffocation; signaling, unnerving. Father Time is tiring; musing on his throne, queen is overdue, for a son. Females halt the flow; murderous reprieve, questions for the kingdom, yet unsolved. Advisers inquiring; gathering of stone, debating precious things with loaded gun. Reputation swallows; reasons to conceive, if harvest isn't held by hands of God. I will not condone; the emperor sans his clothes; jesters are not captured in these frames. So the uprising; stirs a rhapsody, genius can quell dark regression. Tampered comfort zones; threaten to expose, witch trials complete with charred remains. In the downsizing of my voracity, the fated have no time for confession. Through much dissension; and chartered celebration, clutching spirits huddle in the night. Harem is debating; adorned with feathered fears, eager whisperings exiting to pray. Spiraled inquisition; guiding my elation, to thwart the scheme of hallowed parasite. The lady in waiting; not controlled by tears, no dirges for dead offspring hold sway. And so I writhe; thighs chained fast, by bonds of here; now, and then. Conceptual delight; yesterday seduced, hearing the midwife's joyous scream. Empty arms beckon; to be filled at last, I drink this beauty down like sin. Swaddled in velvet; guarded by truth, caressed by a mother's sacred dream. Lost in sweet illusion of tiny sapphire eyes, measuring the wonder that I see. So in conclusion; genderless surprise, this child of newborn word resembles me.


Details | Rhyme | |

Can God Find You Faithful

Can God Find You Faithful?

I once knew a man had made
up his mind.
He left his wife and children behind!

He met someone who “captured his heart.”
This was a deception 
from the very start!

His wife gave God and their kids
her love and attention...
But her husband went
Into another direction!

  They went to church...
 And did their "Sunday best."
How could this 
 turn into such a mess?

Temptation can happen to anyone!. 
Whether rich or poor.
Be careful what you allow to
 enter your heart's door.

Regardless of whether you've been
 married for a lot of years..."
One shameful act can bring
 heartache and tears!

The love that’s been given...
  Let no one take away!
No matter what others think...
 Or what they might say.

Stay true to God!  You'll be 
glad you did!
His love and joy will bless you
 each day you live!

Jesus will never forsake you!
Or leave you alone!
Allow HIM to bring peace and
 restore your home!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Blank verse | |

The Wreath Part II

Worn-torn hands and withered, cold,
So tender grasp a tarnished cross,
Which had long the lonely nights banished-
Safe passage to some brighter song...

For He whose image that metal boasts
Was storied born this day,
And though bent the frame, still's stout
the will that would some tribute give...

No trees or festive lights adorn
This bare and bleak abode-
Nor human touch to temper want
Or abandonment abate...

Then angels came to claim their own
Whom dear had Heaven held.


Details | Rhyme | |

Aborted Babies


Aborted Babies…

Innocent life is being murdered each day.
While our courts say that it’s legal and “o.k.”

Women getting pregnant and maybe don’t understand.
The tragedy that’s happening all over this land!

Is this really something that many people have willed?
To have the unborn to be 
“torn apart and killed?”

Many are told abortion is the “best thing to do.”
But not knowing who else to turn to.

Government pretends to have an answer for this.
But it’s just turning into one huge mess!

Read the Bible and you will come to know.
The God who created you… 
Loves you so!

Jesus knew you in the womb!  
Your hair color and name!
He saw your body when out of your
 mother you came!

He saw your little heart the first time it beat!
And saw your mother the first time
 she tickled your feet!

There is never one unwanted person on God’s list!
You are precious to him…  
And are never missed!

He knows each life and every heart that’s beating!
And brings purpose, love and
 a TRUE meaning!

BY Jim Pemberton


Details | Free verse | |

The Meeting

Extraordinary,
how your downy eyes seek me,
new eyes, wrapped up in 
foreign security and the surreal.
I am doubtful of my ability
but blessed as I confirm your release
eager and thankful,  
kissing tufts of soft hair.

Mother and son,
created in the same moment
waiting to begin.

And now you will know
all I rue of myself,
within the marrow space of selfish years
I I I I I I I I 
Me Me Me Me Me Me,
within a yen sprouting 
ever forward to finally
share,to share with you.

As I wake I remember a cherub's face
and wonder if we can find you
within these barren fields, 
if we can summon 
Shiva,
Freya,
Kokopelli,
or Aphrodite,
so I may hold you in my waking dreams.
Finally.






Details | Rhyme | |

Reflections


There’s something about forty
I now see my mom and dad
As I peer into the mirror
When I’m happy or I’m sad

I see their joyful smiles
Often when I am glad
I see their frowning faces
Occasionally when I get mad

Reflections of them now
Forever on and on
They live inside somehow
For we share a common bond

I have my father’s eyes
I’ve got my mothers smile
It’s funny to see them every day
As I haven’t seen them in a while

So now, take at look at you
You’ll be amazed at what you’ll find
If you can’t see it yet, it’s true
Just give it some more time



Details | I do not know? | |

Motherhood

My joy at its best, my hurt at its worst.
My joy at your conception and my belly swelling.
 My hurt at your birth with waves of contractions.
My joy at your first steps in those booties I knitted. 
My hurt as you fell down and bumped your head.
My joy at your first word spoken mama. 
My hurt when we argued about a sleepover and you cried I hate you.
My joy over your first report card with all the A’s.
My hurt when you were expelled from eighth grade for possession.
My joy when you took responsibility young man and changed your ways.
My hurt as you leaned on my shoulder and cried over losing your first love. 
My joy in your pride after working the summer to buy your first car.
My hurt that you are no longer my little baby but a young man.
I am forever a woman in motherhood,
My joy at its best and my hurt at its worst.


                                                                             Summer Gratias



Details | I do not know? | |

Redemption of a Child

It has been years of terror, pain, nightmarish hell!
Little girl in faded cast offs, shuffled from back room to main office.
Disembodied voices, cubicles, paperwork, a drab cell.
Letterhead, Department Of Children Services, an address and phone number.
Eyes suspicious, blond hair ragged. Nevada  midsummer.
Woman, excruciatingly thin, pale, tired and sunken.
Child, fearful, nervous, confused emotions drunken.
Summer, its mama, please remember me.
Child, through fog of lies and time. A lonely little flicker, remembrance possibly?
Four years gone, milk carton child, young innocence stolen.
Home lost no more, hell traded for future gossamer dreams, golden.

                                                                                                      Summer Gratias


Details | Free verse | |

Last Dance

The strobe lights, loud music
silver glitter balls,
reflected like stars,
on a floor made of glass.

She was grinding and pumping
body toned; tight and fast,
she was the centre of attention,
her choice; her last dance.

She effortlessly glided
up and down the polished pole,
her red satin outfit,
simply amplified her show.

As she expertly moved
to the chanting of the men,
she drew into herself,
and produced a most dazzling grin.

Now as she became one with the pole,
she gave it her all,
this was her finale;
red stilletos was all she wore.

As she smiled and waved
she searched deep within her core,
for this one final bow,
to thunderous applause and roars.

She quickly grabbed her satin outfit
as she ran backstage,
and in the comfort of her robe,
she kissed a picture; her daughter, Paige.

I did this for you
my precious baby girl,
for college bound you are,
with the thousands I have earned.

As the men cheered loudly
for one final show,
she smiled in the mirror;
and set free her soul.


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STRANGER IN HER DOOR

STRANGER IN HER DOOR

Her Kid looks at her:
You really want to live?
Your life is over

Gimme gimme give

She’s surprised
Been waiting all her life
run off to Africa
play the drum and fife

Who’s this kid
Standing in her door
Used to be a baby
Crawling on the floor

Used to be a toddler
Loving her to death
Who's this stranger
Sucking out her breath?

Victoria Anderson-Throop ©
Nov 30, 2012


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A Big Problem In Churches Today


A Big Problem In Churches Today… There’s a big problem in churches deep within… Very few preach on the topic of; “SIN.” Sin is a very powerful and destructive force! Many families are coming apart and ending in divorce! Getting involved in perversions of various kinds… Many are getting a garbage of filth in their minds! Too many pastors are afraid to preach of a God who’s HOLY! They remain silent and consider it a bunch of “baloney! It’s just too easy to come and play “the Sunday game.” But at home… Things are not the same! Not everyone in church is doing fine and “o.k.” It doesn’t matter how you listen or what you say! God is a God of love but also of holiness too! He wants the best kind of life for me and YOU! He said to “take up the cross and come follow me!” This is the only way we can be TOTALLY FREE!!! Whatever sin or problem is “holding you down.” Seek the awesome presence of Jesus that can be found! If you can’t find his presence in your church building… Come to him in prayer! Seek his power of forgiving! He is God! There is NOTHING that you need to fear! Through the blood of Jesus… Your sins will disappear! He is and will always reward those who diligently seek him! All of your struggles you can put “beneath him!” “Though your sins be as back as scarlet, they can be as white like snow!” Once you’ve met the master. And the redeemer of your soul! By Jim Pemberton


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Take Me Home

Take me home, 
But it will be okay.
What if we can be a role model for someone else?
Then I'll stay.


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Why is the rain blue

	

    I shall try to explain,

    but the world is not logical.

    the bank notes are old and crinkling.

    your face appears like it's own negative

    the wind glows and the sun howls.

    why is the rain blue?

    i wanted a new weapon but the rainbow was

    too long,i need something small and portable,

    like a pen i once had.

    just a pencil and paper will be fine,

    but please look round.

    we're all related in the DNA

    but the fighting goes on, for what?

    does it matter my great grandfather was a Viking

    who killed when necessary

    or my grandmother sang in Gaelic

    and swooned over dead children?

    i can't see but i hear their voices murmur.

    a blue and a brown will go together

    like Harris tweed.

    shall i give you some needles to patch yourself

    before it's too late?

    i have long threads and connections for you,

    if you will listen.

    you don't need the A to Z of London

    in this world

    it's not relevant any more

    to know exactly where you are,

    just use the finger tips to feel the cave walls.

    do we know whether to go back or forward

    or even upside down?

    trust the sense of bones and nerves

    and the sea in our veins

    linking us all

    into a human whole.


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Omni Awakening

The Mother is the Earth…
I am brought forth of her sacred womb…
She is united to me using resonance to communicate…
I stand in courageous defiance to honor her well being…
To honor the entirety of life she loves and nurtures…
My father is the sky…
His own self affirmations so mighty he never lies…
Their greatest lesson to teach human kinds mind…
Flow with the rhythm of change with wonder and enthusiasm…
Remaining present in this moment now using our skill of observation...
It is my demand that the greed dis-ease be vanquished by heart love purity…
It is my desire to heal the hole within the one soul of humanity…
Stand firm ground facing your fears…  
Hold stead fast to enduring purifying tears…
The dogmatic illusions are being attacked…
Father Sky and mother earth consume the poisonous snack…
Be your truth…
Be your heart love…
Be your own desired compassion…
Be more hilarious and less serious…
Then you can declare…
I am free;
Holy Cosmos;
I AM FREE…


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Separated

Sad sounds young apart
From mother longing empty
Joy when united


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Truth of Being Born

The day he was born was with excitement and fear,
Of what could become of those held so dear.
The first time we held him and looked in his face,
It was to see a glimmer of Gods True Holy Grace.
A hand so small touched deeply into our soul,
As it wrapped around a finger in a movement small.
We checked every part and in their perfection found bliss.
As in our hands we now held what was part her and part his.
The exquisitely peaceful face beckoned us close,
For nowhere else is pure innocence found in such repose.
As wee little eyes opened to momentarily stare,
We knew this was God’s gift given unto our care.
A smile was enough to encircle our heart,
As we vowed to protect him and never be apart.
He yawned and wiggled and fell back to sleep,
As we were made in his glory almost to weep.

We were once like this child so innocent and pure,
And our family held us like this you can be sure.
Growing up we slowly pull away while exploring the world,
Demanding every thing as the world is unfurled.
How could we have come so far from God’s Grace?
How could we have gone so far in the daily race?
This little gift of life pulls us back together again,
Binding us tightly as no one else can my friend.
Look to your parents and give them a hug,
Then nurture this gift from God’s love above.



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First Day

Well, it’s finally here
Seems so funny I should say finally
Cause to me, I can’t believe it’s time
Though I know for you it’s been so hard to wait
But finally the wait is over
And today is your first day of school
This morning you awoke before I
And I could see the excitement in your eyes
For once I didn’t have to prod
To get you dressed brush your teeth and hair
For once it was me moving much too slow
As I walked you down to the bus
Watched your smile as you stepped on
I couldn’t help but cry
And think how silly it must’ve looked
For tears to be running down a grown mans face
As I watched the bus roll away
I started thinking about your day
And all the new things you’d get to do
Your first lunch, your first recess
Your first venture without me into a brand new world
As the day went on it gave me time to think
My God, you’re growing up!!!
Soon you’ll be on your own
With a family, a house, and all too soon you’ll…
But then the bus brought you home
The grin on your face as you came running
The way we fell over when you jumped into my arms
The joy of your voice telling about your day
All reminded me that, hey, we have so much time
Until you grow up, so much to share along the way
And that today was only
Your first day

NOTE*** This is from my CD A Father’s Love Letters
To listen to the CD please visit
http://www.reverbnation.com/#/mikehamill


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on memories, the soul and gentle breezes

She has seen so much before Her eyes 
they have lost their sparkle 
She sits in Her chair to watch the hummingbirds 
flit and sip at the bird feeders She has prepared 
She has made those for years 

i remember sitting with Her and talking 
about boys and schoolwork 
and how beautiful the hummingbirds 
sounded as they zipped past the screen door 
we know they will return 

Her taste for pecans never 
prevented Her from collecting them 
off Her land for pies and candies 
Her legs hurt from walking too long 
how i miss picking pecans with Her 

as i grew time was lost 
and i visited Her less and less 
with regret i think of 
all the talks and fun and laughter 
while we canned fruits and jellies together 

i wish i could bring back those years 

the summer before i was married 
we talked of love and happiness 
and i was privileged to know how 
Pa and Ma met when she asked, 
"Do You Believe In Love At First Sight?" 

we stayed up 'til morning talk of 
mike and how She believed he was an 
angel and how She met her first husband 
and the birth of mimi, i know She has 
always love me 
i am Her pride and joy 

She has lived a long life that was hard 
but worth it because She has produced 
a wonderful family 
that babies Her in Her old age 
oh, how She hates that 

She talks about Her last days as if 
tomorrow Her soul will take flight 
and wonders why God hasn't sent for Her yet 
perhaps She is not done 
or He wishes Her to see something precious 

i wonder if it is for me (how narcissistic) 
to see my wedding or the birth of the daughter 
that will carry Her middle name 
She cried when i told Her that 
but that's how much She means to me 

i vainly pray that She will live long enough 
to see these things that are important to me 
when She will be able to hold 
with Her middle name 
Her great-great-granddaughter, LEE ellen 

now She sits in her rocking chair 

watching the hummingbirds 
Her soul takes flight upon a gentle 
breeze that carried Her far away in time 
when She could pick pecans and can jellies 
when She and Pa met 

or when Her children were born 
i know many stories from Her past 
and i am proud that i am the only one 
that has taken the flight with her soul 
on one of those gentle breezes


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I Don't

I don’t want to talk about mum
About the bonds that tie us together
Like two leaden weights
I don’t want to hear
About how I should be
More this and that
About how I keep breaking the mould
On which you consistently reapply

I don’t want to listen
To how your problems are mine
About how I’m not good enough
About how I upset you
About how I’m not like you
About how I let you down
About how worried you are for me
About how you don’t see me for days, weeks
I don’t want to know
About your emotional strings
Sticky you throw at me
I don’t want to feel
Less than I am
At your expense

I don’t want to reapply my make up
Brush my hair
Wear the coat I hate
And that does not fit
I don’t want an analysis
Or to be told that you know best
I don’t want a hug
Laden with treaties and hidden agendas
I don’t want an empty promise

I don’t want it
What your offering


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Shelf life of sunshine

Shelf life of lights 
=
A thoughtful commentary on the shelf-life of sunshine 
flares up on the kitchen; here her quick hands have been 
getting pickled and spicy, with each turns of time she’s spent.

Days are, of course, growing thin; like her little family 
which has been unfastening. Son has gone to the town;
his dad has lost appetite; the vegetable patch’ve dried.

She looks at the brown cat, it seems to attain bodhi.
The salty air teases her hair, unknotted it.
“You look great.” The wind’s accent, slightly slurry, comes inside.

It reminds her of youth, insouciant, innocent. 
=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar 


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Daughters of the Moon

Daughters of the moon
Ride the inner waves
Dizzying heights of possibilities
Crash against the stonewalled shoreline
Sand-banked against change.
It will take a tsunami to shift this stubborn treachery
Undo the lechery of lost souls entrapped
In the barbaric misery of war.
The gentle moon is not enough.
To move these ones.
Depths shaking and quaking in outrage
Tremble with the cries of broken hearts.
Enough blood spilt to replenish the pumped out oil wells.
New blood for old.
It’s all carbon based either way.
Tidal waters
Gentle rocking in eternity
Sing us into another way to be
Rhythmic forgetting,
hold the pain at bay
rock us still
In her motion.
War continues and the death march quickens the hearts of the Mothers,
And daughters of the moon.
Re-arranging of current events changes history
In the viewing of those who see
From the dark side of the moon.
The shadows give up the ghosts left haunting
The battlefields of despair
False glory and patriotic pride
Gift the sons and daughters
Promising future
Delivering death.
Mothers birth warriors
For the corporate machines
Of true anarchy.
Wash us in your waves.
Hold us in this place of forever
Long enough to catch our breath
As we learn to walk on water
And forgive them their sins.


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A Little Crazy

I went a little crazy tonight,
a little over the edge.
Reading the natal
chart prepared for me 
by an astrologist in Poetry
class and it all rang too true,
the good
and the bad
was hard to take
sitting there so alone
without you
without anyone
I began to cry
but not for your return
or theirs,
another path draws me now
and good
or bad
I'll have to see
it through until the bitter end
or until it no longer matters,
until my mother's
creeping, bulging, bursting 
tumors take over the body
the breast I nursed
the cancer I imbibed
my own breast barely saved.
What is our goal? the surgeon
said, and I said 
Save the breast
and we did.

Now I'm in college,
at my age can you imagine
and I surely have some reading 
to do and this higher
education is almost too much
sometimes but I love
it and hate that 
I failed to pay attention
for several months and now
no one moves around in my
space except me and 
I must have driven away
everyone and thing 
has left me now but
I do enjoy my solitude
though not quite enough sometimes.


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Initial Thoughts of Hatred (Extended Version)

I'm sick and tired! So very tired!
Of you putting me down
From now on... I'll just stand up!
On my own two feet...

I refuse to put up with your trash again
And I refuse to just stand and take it
I won't allow you to mess with my mind
No longer will your threats bother me
You may try and scare me if you like
But any word you say is useless
You have no control of where I go
This is my life! Not your own!

I don't want you to look at me as a trophy
Because I refuse to go down the path you want
There is a time when one has to grow up
Enough is enough! I'm forced to leave you
No more of your lies will enter my ears
I refuse to take part in it
I have to try and make it myself
And it's my choice to suceed or fail

I "hate" you
I "dislike" you
I just don't like you!

I'm sick and tired! So very tired!
I just want to be away from you!
I refuse to have someone else dictate
My very life...

The sooner I escape, the better off I'll be
Though it may seem hopeless at the moment
I admit that I have made alot of mistakes
But I promise to not repeat them again
I am not a perfect human being
I am prone to make many mistakes
But at least I will learn from them
Unlike you! You're just a hypocrite!

You expect too much of me and its wrong
And when I fail, its the end of the world
You make life seem harder than necessary
Especially after I have grasped it already
If I were to share my knowledge
Then I bet you'd be amazed
It will rival even yours
Or should I say eventually surpass it

You "fear" me
You're "afraid" of me
You are "scared" of me!

That's how it should be! You're scared of me!
And it should stay that way
Since you think that, you try and put me down
Bt it won't work...

I "hate" you
Go and "hate" me
I don't need you anymore!
Go and "fear" me
I don't "fear" you
You're really nothing to me!

I'm sick and tired now! Very tired now!
Just leave me be!
Stop trying to... torment me
Any further...
My respect for you! Is gone now!
Just go away!
Getting rid of the... trash in my life
Is the first step to my happiness!


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These Are Dificult Times for So Many Without A Job


These Are Difficult Times! These are difficult times, with many frustrations. Many people in hardships and difficult situations! Many are filled with worry and concern. Not really knowing which direction to turn. As more are getting dependent on government. Many without work have lost any kind of fulfillment. While many seek what seems to be the best “plan.” Cries of hopelessness ring throughout the land! I, too, have been without work in the past. Wondering how much longer it would last. The months that went by, turned into years… As I sought assurance for my worries and fears. The only true peace and security I have found. Has brought love, when life came “crashing down.” I found that what really matters the most! Is Jesus! And letting him hold me close! I knew if I lost everything that was around me… God’s presence and peace still surrounds me! He made it very evident and so clear. Whatever happens in life... HE IS ALWAYS HERE! He picked me up when I felt lonely and depressed! With him in my life… I felt comforted and blessed! My problems didn’t disappear in just one day! But through life’s trials… God made a way! Whatever difficulty or problem you may face… Won’t you accept God’s gift of mercy and grace? He can do more than any other power can do! And brings meaning to the words; “I LOVE YOU!” By Jim Pemberton


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Almost Time

It’s been a while since you were announced
It’s nearly time for you to arrive
I’m about to see you enter into life
A life I helped to create
The time I’ve known about you
Seems to have passed too quickly
And now before I’ve realized it
You’re about to be born
For it’s almost time
It’s almost time to meet you
To teach you what little I know
And to learn far more from you 
Than you’ll ever know
Where have these last months gone
I haven’t had time to learn
The many things I should
I haven’t had time to forget about myself
For the sake of someone else
My God, it’s almost time
To let go of these feelings
I haven’t yet understood
To be flooded with new ones
When I first see your face
It’s so strange and new
To love someone so much
That I haven’t even met
I can’t say how your touch is going to feel
Or how you will change my life
I only know it’s almost time
It’s almost time to try

NOTE*** This is from my CD A Father’s Love Letters
To listen to the CD please visit
http://www.reverbnation.com/#/mikehamill


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I Love You

I love you is more than just my words,

 

It is this deep down driving force of a silent sound.

Love is a magnet igniting sparks to try higher light.

Love connects beaming light twinkling at midnight.

Unmistakably, I’m assured audibly to get this heard.

 

I love you is more than me,

 

Love is pending in the depths of me I touch.

This is more than what I can realistically feel.            

It is a bargainer’s deal for the sweetest steal.

Evidently, I run wild because I set it all free!

 

I love you is less than you,

 

It is an uncut gashing wound,

With lifetimes of a scored scar,

It is a typhoon of who you are,

Apparently, it is difficult to do!

 

I love you is less than them,

 

It is always lost,

It is never found,

It binds to a cost,

Hearts are bound.

 

I love just like you,

And you love just like me!

 

I swear to my God Almighty from up above my heart is pure and true!

I really do embellish everything my love is suppose to do just for you!

 

Forever and ever, the whole world shall open their eyes daily to see!

In lieu of this unconditional love, it is here I will always want to be!

 


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Never Grow Old

I see them dancing
Across the Milky 
Way, Illuminates
Stars, as they go by
Singing songs of love

Gracing the star
Lit sky, as years
Go by singing
Songs of love, sigh

Never grow 
Never grow 
Old, Old, Old

They shall
Never

Die

(Some of the words in this poem are somewhat quoted from a song that my mother and 
father sang in their latter life.)


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Girl, How Could You

Walked down the aisle
Girl you did, by his side
Promised before God to your man
The boys came along
Adding notes to your song
The stave that tucked in and held those notes was you
You held your boys and held your man.

Girl, how could you break your own stave
Oh see, the notes are now drifting away
They are crying, can’t you see them dying
What is a note without its song?
How on earth did things go wrong?

See your sweet boys
Learning to live a lie
With their father they drench their pillows at night
They miss your voice
You can’t cover up with toys
Their sad eyes show the heart that took a blow
Oh girl, how could you just leave and go?

Girl, when your feet are tired of wandering around
You search for those roots that should be underground
Girl, don’t you know, roots take time to grow
Fruits are reaped only where seeds were sown
It was for you to build that place
You once called Home.


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Alone

I hear sounds 
i see people passing by 
and cars flashing past 
the window 
I am alone 
But not entirely alone 
for in my mind i see 
wave upon wave of memories 
crowding the shore of my reality 


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Already Nine

My oh my
Where has the time gone
It seems like only yesterday
I was told you were mine
And now here you are
Already nine
This birthday I have to miss
But it makes me remember
And say thank you God
For having this little girl to kiss
To hug and snuggle
And watch as she grows
From the little babe
I once held in my hands
To the girl
I now hold in my arms
One day soon
You’ll become a woman
Leaving me with all these memories
Of how special it is, and how lucky I am
To be able
To watch you grow

NOTE*** This is from my CD A Father’s Love Letters
To listen to the CD please visit
http://www.reverbnation.com/#/mikehamill


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Toothache

A little boy comes up to me
And said mister your tooth hurt
So I said yes just little
He had black hair wore an avengers shirt

His mother said leave the man alone
But he didn’t hear a word she say
He was the main attractions
Here In the dentist office today

He went by a Trinidadian lady
Who offered him a candy?
He shook his head nooooo
And said that give you cavity

Then he was back to me again
Mister you have very long hair
And he did not hear his mother
As she told him come over there

So mister if your tooth hurts
Will they give you a new one?
His mother said is he bothering you
I said oh no he’s just having fun

It’s silly how I end up here today
Guess I was too greedy last night
My stomach full but not my eyes
Just had to have another bite.

But who can blame a guy
For enjoying a well done steak
I know it was greedy of me
But I’m only human gimme   a break

I know it’s not broken
But you may think it’s dumb
I think a bone from the steak
Might have hurt my gum

So now I am here for hours
Still in a lot of pain
But the time is going fast
As this boy has us entertained


Details | I do not know? | |

Gift of Poverty

My mother would sit there, 
And watched as we ate,
She lied about eating,
As we cleaned our plate...
The clothes that we wore,
Were ones that she made,
Since she couldn’t afford,
After bills were all paid...
And I still remember,
Me shoveling coal,
While others used oil,
For heat through the cold...
So the room that we shared,
Would always stay warm,
While plastic taped windows,
Would hold back the storm...
Many will tell you,
That I grew up poor,
But poverty blessed us,
With gifts that meant more...
 
( Thank you mom now I see )
 


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Last Night

Last night we went to see a friend
Who has a little baby girl
And it makes me love you even more
The warmth, the smile in your eyes
The love dancing across your face
Makes me dream of the day
When that friend will come to see
You and me
And the little baby girl
We will make together

NOTE*** This is from my CD A Father's Love Letters
To listen to the CD please visit
http://www.reverbnation.com/#/mikehamill


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Shutting Down Arby's

Tonight, oh what a night it was
Nearly five hours spent
At a fast food restaurant 
Laughing and talking our way through life
Who else but you and I
Could get kicked out
For shutting down Arby’s
So folks could go home
We spoke of life
Of love lost and found
Of sex and dreams
The devil and Holy Ghost
We talked of beliefs
Work and foolish friends
Of places to travel
And goofy things we’ve done
We spoke of fantasies 
And how people are
Of puppies, kittens and relatives
Of future goals and lost hopes
Integrity and the things people think about
We asked why people
Are the way they are
Remembered childhood moments and scary movies
Came to know each other
Just a little bit better
Laughed at our life
While we joked about
Shutting down Arby’s
Such a unique distinction
To have done such a thing
But then again 
It was time well spent
Between a father and daughter
And all I can say
For letting it be so
Is thank you God

NOTE*** May all father’s have such a day. Happy Father’s Day


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Things To Be Learned

They say that in life
Each day brings things to be newly learned
Today at age thirty, I found that to be true
From none other than you
Though you’re just past four
I’d just finished yelling
Over some silly wrong 
I perceived you had done
And like adults so many times do
I only saw it from my point of view
After I left the room
I heard you crying
When I returned, I found you in the corner
On the floor sobbing
When I asked what was wrong
You said I really didn’t want to know
When I convinced you I did
Boy, you really let me have it
You said I didn’t need to yell
That you could understand
I didn’t have to scare you
That you had feelings too
That there are some things you didn’t know
Cause after all you were only four
It was then I realized, that yes
You are a person too
And things don’t always look the same
From your point of view
And that as we go through life, you just like I
Have feelings, thoughts, things you don’t understand
And so much each day to be newly learned

NOTE*** This is from my CD A Father’s Love Letters
To listen to the CD please visit
http://www.reverbnation.com/#/mikehamill


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Gratitude

Birthdays come but once a year
A day we celebrate, a day to cheer
We all know the day we're born and our age
For birthdays bring us joy or change of stage

The day I celebrated my fourty-ninth year
On the other side of the world fear
Horror for a young girl named Heather
Who was swimming in ocean waters from boat tethered

Swimming around the ocean deep 
Working up an appetitate for something to eat
Was a great white shark fourteen feet, whopper
Jaws powerful enough to bite through copper

At home I thought I had turned fifty
I figured this year would be very nifty
My father who was in his nineties
Reminded me that I was only fourty-ninty

In a land way down yonder
A girl named Heather was pulled under
Great white figured she was good meat
Nice and tender a very tasty treat

A girl named Heather was saved
That very day lived to be one to praise
People who worked to keep her alive
She praised God who lives in hearts and on high

Sara lived many years
Saw her grandsons through tears
She was the strength and glue
Who saw her family's problems through

Just in recent years in a land down under
A fourteen foot great white shark did blunder
Caught in a fisherman's net
He'll probably live this mistake regret

No, the fisherman cuts the lines
Frees his catch and shark from bind
Now the shark he named Cindy
Follows him around even when windy

Follows him everywhere he goes
Let's him pet her on her nose
Rub her belly and dorsal fin
She even grunts and tries to grin

Which of these do you think is the most grateful
Heather who is now disable
The shark who was spared his life
Or Sara the mother, grandmother, and wife


(The story about Heather is true. The shark circled and bit her right leg.  Then circled and 
grabbed her left leg.  The people on the boat were hitting the shark and try to pull her into 
the boat and the shark took her whole left leg off.  She was only attended by a nurse who 
was on the boat and radioed a doctor on shore as to what to do.  She was 20 hours away 
from the nearest doctor.  She was lifeflighted to a hospital in California where she had to 
have multiple surgeries and now has an artificial leg.     The story about the shark caught in 
a fisherman's net was really not true.  The grandmother here was a true story.)


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Our Heavenly Father's Love


Our Father's Love... Many don't think about their heavenly father's love. And forget about his mercy, grace and love. That day when God's son was to die. His tender heart begin to bleed and cry. The wondrous love that God demonstrated. A plan of salvation has been orchestrated. Are you of the many who follow him? Where you can find an atonement for your sin. He patiently waits for you this very day. And loves you much more than words can say. This moment in time... With your heavenly father can be spent. Lay your every burden at his feet. And repent. Though your sins be as black as scarlet... They can be white as snow. His precious blood can wash you clean and make you whole! You will walk away from guilt and shame. The day you bow and call on Jesus' holy name! By Jim Pemberton


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Dual Failings

The sins of the father 
Are visited upon the son
But the failings of the mother 
Come calling as well.

I hear the blows land 
From down the hallway
Helpless to intervene
Powerless to prevent them.

One decision from the past
Haunts everyday.
Reiterating my dual failings
As both a mother and a daughter.


Details | Quatrain | |

Early Days

Early Days

The highchair beside the kitchen door
my domain, vantage point of my world
on the linoleum checker board floor
I played until my knees were sore

The center of the world to me
I learned to know as my mother
cooked and cleaned while I was free
to grow into what I might be

A world consisting of black and white
as appropriate as the days television
images remembered vivid and bright
raised by my mother in love and light

Stephen


Details | I do not know? | |

Now A Man

I am blessed she tells herself,
her heart bursting with pride.

Through mascara drenched tears,
she feels overwhelmed with love.

He did it, she whispers softly.
My baby, my life, my gift from above.

As her heart races, she beams from within.
This beautiful,  precious life I created,
you are my joy, my happiness, my purpose for living.

She recalls smiling, his first wobbly steps,
his first day of school, his first heartbreak.

He looks so handsome in his pristine uniform,
his shoes so polished,  white gloves, first time worn.

My beautiful baby, my handsome son,
please be safe, please stay strong.

Carry with you your convictions, and always my love,
stand tall, be brave, hold your head high above.

As he walked over for one final hug,
she held him tight; hearts beating as one.

As he turned away without hesitation,
she prayed the Lord would keep him safe.

For at this moment,
though she could hardly stand,
his life was his own;

He was now a man.


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I Remember the Rose

For most, a rose is romance.
A rose is the passion within -
The forgiving flower.
The tenderness that is, pure love.
But not to me.
A rose to me is sadness,
It’s essence and it’s scent,  
I recall a painful memory -
A lonely reminder of a woman,
I never got to meet.
It’s velvet beauty surrounded her,
So pale and still she lay
My grandma.
I recall my father’s face;
The first time I ever seen him cry.
On his knees by his mother -
At her coffin.
So when I smell a rose’s love,
In retrospect, I think I understand
The beauty and the essence it demands.
For it was the rose that I remember -
and I think about her quiet face,
My Nana, 
the gentle rose
The woman that brought my father
to his knees.


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We're Greatly Influenced By Society


We’re Greatly Influenced By Our Society We’re greatly influenced by our society. Our culture comes in many types of “varieties.” Often, there is a wicked and sinful force.. As people forget God, and look to another “source.” Too often, many in society have “confused” minds. Evil and perversion come in many different kinds We often read in the news just about every day. Something that another “confused” mind has to say. “Where did this person go wrong?” Is wondered. Another family or person is “torn and plundered.” “If my people humble themselves, and repent of their ways.” “I will heal their land!” This is what God says! Without God as the focus of our life’s attention. We’re sure to go “off course.” Into the wrong direction. “There is a way that seems right.” “But the end is death.” This is a truth of God’s word… Until your last breath! Jesus is the answer to any kind of difficult situation. We desperately need him all across our nation! Only he brings the love and fulfillment we need to obtain. We can find everything we need in HIS precious name! By Jim Pemberton


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The Last Daughter

I think of you, mother.
I think of you, grandmother.
Only three castings forward of our mitochondria over 100 years.

I think past you, grandmother, 
          to your mother, 
                 and her mother,
	 and beyond.

The unbroken hawser of female to female.

Back so far afore the scouring of mountains,
      the rising of seas, the comings and goings of saber-tooths and mastodon.
	
Back through time, when at one moment we were something else.
        Then, in the belch of birth... the human genome.

I think of that vestige of our inimitable femininity that is unchanged...
	
                     Woman to woman to woman.

Who was the first who raised her hand in rage and fear, 
      in this unique humanity, 
            against her daughter?

	Woman to woman to woman.

I am the last daughter, a Y for my X, a son.

                    Woman to woman to woman 
                               would stand aghast when I said...
		
	I do not know how to love.  Take him; I do not know how to love.

I tried, but I am the last daughter, 
                               and I will not succeed. 

Mother to mother to mother to daughter.  
                                                I do not know how to love.

I am the last, the ultimate daughter.  
                 I will not pass our inimitable femininity.

	                 I am the ultimate daughter.   
                                                           I will pass abundant amnesty.


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Bird Songs

I wake to the songs of the birds
I hear them calling my name
I know their comings and their goings
Just as they know mine.

I have woken to the songs of the birds
They know me as I know them.
Season after season
My age has kept the count.

Generational eternity
The going's on of time...
I know these birds
Just as my grandmother before me knew hers

And hers before her knew theirs
And so on, and so forth
Ongoing forever
Forever and ever throughout time.

Repeating, always repeating
Just as a repeating decimal would
Always and forever repeating
with no ending ever in sight.

 

(January 22, 2011  Wausau, Wisconsin)

(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved


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A Year Gone By

Has it really been a year gone by
Watching the flame of
The single candle on your cake you try
I think back on the year gone by
From hearing it’s a girl
To holding you in my arms
I don’t know who’s grown more
You or I
I remember when your eyes first opened
Wondering what it was you saw
The first time you smiled
I was wrapped around your finger
A year gone by of late night feedings
When I laid you to your mother’s breast
The times you needed changed
The times you needed held
The times you simply slept
I remember them all through the blur
Of the year gone by
I remember when you first left your mother’s breast
When you first tried to touch you knew not what
The first time you giggled
Your shock when you first rolled over
How quickly you learned to crawl and explore
So many things you did I remember
But my fondest memory of the year gone by
Is how I’ve learned to give love
And set aside myself
For someone much more special than I
Has it really been a year gone by

NOTE*** This is from my CD A Father’s Love Letters
To listen to the CD please visit
http://www.reverbnation.com/#/mikehamill
As the lead single it comes with a music video viewable at
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TlWpKk_J2bA


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TEMPORARY CONTEMPORARY

TEMPORARY    CONTEMPORARY



Today’s contemporary is tomorrow’s traditional;
The older we get the more traditional we prefer.
New young mother cooks not like her mother at all -
But  new children think it’s traditional with her.
We become traditional ourselves. Them is us.
Marx, Freud, Christ, found themselves in isolation - 
Of contemporary thought, the focus.
We now find in their words the consolation
Of well-known familiar traditional belief.
And as Ole Blue Eyes warbled and  crooned 
(See the crowd of grandkids stare in disbelief)
Their grandma was pre-bebop and swooned. 


. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 

Written by   Sydney  Peck
Entered in  Joe   Maverick’s   Contest     Contemporary


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Introspection

She may be gone into this world
but her memories linger
her inner soul transcends
like a wind blowing elsewhere
with its sound and touch to leafy land.

She weathered many trials,
challenges, difficulties throughout her life.
her faith and her good heart,
made her cope with life.

A constant niggle in the back of my mind,
stillness and peace at this time.
even in the silence of my heart
reigns that confidence 
about God’s indwelling in my life.

It gives light to what I feel
now that you’re gone, o dear mother!
your message of hope and endurance
remains a compelling force
to keep me going and be thine
O Lord of life, my refuge throughout my life.


Details | I do not know? | |

The little girl

The little girl who wasted years
Ignoring precious time
Has given love a second chance
By mending what's inside
And thus by healing her broken heart
Two were saved to find
A friend they lost, far out of sight
But never out of mind
And the  little girl with an empty hand
Now holds her mother's tight
Free to talk about the pain 
Of time that passed them by

And though the years once lost are gone
It's now that holds the key
It's not how many seasons change
But time before we leave
To tell the ones we love the most
With measured time to share
For a fleeting life, comes and goes
But love's forever there,
Was a lesson learned by the little girl
Who closed her heart one day
But given to so very few
A second chance to say
That love is now between us
The wall's been taken down
The daughter's found her rightful place
Beside her mother now

Kevin D. Fix





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I Want You To Know

If I should die tomorrow, I just want you to know
Just how deeply you have touched my life
And how much you mean to me
To have been able to hold you during your first breaths
To have been able to watch you
As you’ve grown for these nine years
Is the greatest thing I’ve ever done
I was fortunate in my life
For I got to see you learn to crawl, to walk, to talk
To brush your teeth, even your hair
I was there when you first two wheeled
I was alive to hear you laugh so many times
I was able to hold you when you cried
I heard you read and learn to spell
As I’d watch you sleep at night
I knew I didn’t always do things right
There’s so many things I could’ve done better
I should’ve thanked God so many more times
For blessing me with you
I just want you to know I’m proud to be your dad
And should a time come that I’m no longer here
And you feel like you’re alone and need a friend
I want you to remember
There’s no space, time, life or death that can separate us
I will always be your dad no matter where I am
I will always do my best to help
And you must always try to do your best
To treat others like you and to be yourself
Cause you, just being you
Made my life so worth living

NOTE*** This is from my CD A Father’s Love Letters
To listen to the CD please visit
http://www.reverbnation.com/#/mikehamill


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And You

The first time I looked into your eyes
I knew my heart was gone
The first time I held you in my hands
I found new meaning to my life
I’ve known you for three years 
I’ve watched you crawl
And learn to walk
Giggled as you learned to talk
And you, you are my life
And you, you are all life means to me
When I’m, when I’m with you
There’s no place I’d rather be
There’s good times yet to come
Sure to be a few bad ones in between
Only sure thing is
I’ll be there for you
As long as I’m alive
No matter what you’ve said or done
You’ll have one sure place you can come
You’ll always have a place
That you can call your home
And you, you are my life
And you, you are all life means to me
When I’m, when I’m with you
There’s no place I’d rather be
And you, you are my life
And you, you are all life means to me
You’ll always have a place
You can call your home

NOTE*** This is from my CD A Father’s Love Letters
To listen to the CD please visit
http://www.reverbnation.com/#/mikehamill


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Gods Christmas Gift

It was one of those times; one of those sincere discussions;
She told me about my fathers words to her when he was on his death bed.
What he asked her may seem funny to some;
What he asked her was to make sure I had a warm jacket and shoes every winter.
At the time I was already in my forties but I guess it didn’t matter to him.

Then we talked about the time we walked in to his hospital room;
My father immediately said he was confused.
I asked him “Dad do you know who I am”?
He said yes I do but why are you so old and she’s so young;
He was pointing at my wife Susan; but I knew it wasn’t her he saw.

He was seeing my mother long passed; here’s the thing about that;
I saw that my wife had the same spirit as my mother years before.
We all believe my mother was there to take him and who better to use as a catalyst.
I never had a chance to see my mother but I know her; she lives in me and is part of me.
I couldn’t see her right then but I could feel her and I could see Susan too.

As we talked we both had tears in our eyes and I think we were both a bit overwhelmed;
I could see how lifetime experiences can never be forgotten or dismissed.
So I asked her why she betrayed me like she did;
And that I could maybe forgive her if I could just understand why.
When she spoke I heard truth and I finally understood why.

So I forgave her and accepted the circumstances and the part I played in it all;
To what end remains to be seen but the pain seems to have been lifted from me.
As we broke the conversation off I began to reflect on the entire topic;
There were no definitive conclusions but what I did feel was;
My Father and my Mother had come to see me for Christmas.

Call me crazy, tell me it’s wishful thinking; even say I’m delusional;
I saw it, I heard it and I felt it; it happened and I won’t be denied.
I learned to be a real man from the pain I suffered;
My ego and sex no longer dominate or motivate my relationships;
And God in his mercy gave me the best Christmas ever


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' Clearly Grace ... ' 42nd Senryu


  Yeah, Can’t Wait To Taste
But, Before We Feed Our Face …
     Get A Glass Of Grace


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The Goshlings

Mother and goshlings
Canadian geese on lake
Alligator dines


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Who is to Blame


To blame or not to blame my mother for scars that won't heal, for life's every tear, for pain endured, whether inflicted by others or myself. To blame or not to blame my mother for my mistakes or for obstacles placed in my path, for heart break and heart ache, loss of love. I have climbed mountains to find waiting on the otherside an awe-inspiring sunrise streaming through the clouds. I have walked through dark valleys in fear only to discover the splendor of the brightest stars in the night sky. I am amazed by the strength received from a moment of weakness, the peace from fear, the satisfaction felt after the struggle. I have taken the wrong path then later, found the right one...the narrow one. No, I will not blame but thank my mom for the mountains, valleys, obstacles and pain endured I will thank her for the ability to overcome, to persevere, to understand the fine line between a curse and a blessing for love, hope, faith My mom has taught me survival. She is a survivor. When today is a challenge, I look up and know where my help comes from. I believe in me, I believe in tomorrow, Thanks to my mother. April 3, 2012 for Blame it on the Rain Contest (Black Eyed Susan)


Details | I do not know? | |

That Struggle

I was born in, that struggle!!

I refuse to settle for less
Watching mother stress for more
She works overtime for checks
Still is short to bless us four.
Ya see the tears don't lie when the-
Pain comes to surface and you-
Loose all hope like
when you think everything's worthless.

I was born in, that struggle!!

She hugs me, loves me
Chills below me hangs above
I discovered her she smothers me
It's always push and shove.
Ya see the tears don't lie when the-
Pain comes to surface and you-
Loose all hope like
when you think everything's worthless.

I was born in, that struggle!!

Dime quarter penny,
I'm short of plenty,
Mind sorta weary often
Eyes soft and teary.
I's brought up shifting 'partments
blind hard of hearing,
My mother put a belt
on my backside I didn't act right.

I was born in, that struggle.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Much Too Fast

Did I fall asleep and miss a part of your life
You’ve grown so much, much too fast
Was I so involved in day to day life
That I simply didn’t see you grow
Wasn’t it yesterday you took your first breaths
And I heard the cries of your arrival
Wasn’t it yesterday you took your first steps
And now, now listen to you talk
Where have I been, what have I done
How could I have missed
Seeing how much you’ve grown
Both the year just gone past
And your growth, has happened much too fast
Listening to you tell of your day gone by
Of all your new found friends
And all the things you did together
And what you plan for tomorrow
It’s hard to believe you’re just past four
Seeing the person you’ve become
How well you comprehend the things about you
It makes me wonder
How much you think I care
And if you truly, truly know
How much I’ve missed seeing you grow
Seeing you today has made me realize
That my struggles against everyday life
Hold very little meaning
If I don’t take the time to look into your eyes
For my life, like your growth
Goes by, much too fast

NOTE*** This is from my CD A Father’s Love Letters
To listen to the CD please visit

http://www.reverbnation.com/#/mikehamill


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Discovery

Well, you finally did it
Though you fussed and fought
Kicking nearly every step of the way
Once I turned you loose 
There was no holding you back
Watching as you tore through the grass
I saw you discover a new found freedom
And declare a form of independence
I knew right then and there
That what had fell into your tiny little grasp
Would never be let go
I could see in those little eyes
Just barely five years old
A stronger burning fire
Than I’ve seen in eyes ten times as old
It was the first time I knew for sure
My little girl would be all right
No matter where life’s path might lead
For in that instant of discovery
You did so much more
Than learn to ride a bike
You tasted what having freedom
And independence brings to life

NOTE*** This is from my CD A Father’s Love Letters
To listen to the CD please visit
http://www.reverbnation.com/#/mikehamill


Details | Rhyme | |

Are We Being Driven to God's Elimination


Are We Being Driven to God’s Elimination? In the names of diversity and anti-discrimination. It’s like we’re being driven to God’s elimination! God is being “forced” from many institutions! All in the name of this country’s constitution! We’re told that God and this country must be “separated.” Anything less is what many would call; “discriminated.” Any forms of Godly virtues or values are “torn down.” Any symbol of a cross is often “removed from the town.” It’s no wonder that this country’s in such a big mess! And yet this country wants to be strong and blessed? “What shall the righteous do if the foundations are destroyed?” Meanwhile, the tide of ungodliness, is often “enjoyed.” Those who are trying to remove God! You must beware! His judgment is soon coming! And will catch you unaware! There’s will come a day! When God’s wrath you will endure! The wages of sin is death! This is very true and sure! People may think that removing God is the “thing to do.” Anyone who attempts to do will wind up as “a fool.” Only God can fill the void in life and true love within! Only God has the power to free your soul from sin! The words; “in God we trust,” in our lives must be applied! Everything we’ll ever need… God has supplied! God is this country’s hope! It’s only true foundation! We need HIM right now! To come and heal our nation! By Jim Pemberton


Details | I do not know? | |

My Family

My family loves me.
My parents wore gentle gloves
While they raised me
When I was a baby.
My mother and father
Save me from drowning
Whether in aquatic places
Or in one of my emotional despair traces.
My grandparents care for me,
Even if they rub in the truth
Too frankly and bluntly.
The bad things other say about me
Are not true.
But my family will always
Bring me through sad times.
I am glad my aunts, uncles, and cousins are mine.
My family knows me as a
One of a kind child.
They are what save me.


Details | I do not know? | |

just some times

sometimes i sit and ponder
whats it all about i often wonder?
not knowing is the hardest thing
never knowing what to think

i feel so tired all the time
wanting life to go in a mime
oh! to shut out all the noise
kids be quiet with your bloody toys

when will he notice me "soon"
my song seems to have no tune
talk to me please, help find what i feared
have i truly really disappeared.


Details | Free verse | |

Our Union

Our Union
	
My eyelashes bat 
After meeting your gaze
From across a 
Crowded subway haze.
 
My pupils dilate when they
Look back at you over dinner
Where we drank wine and ate.
 
My feet dance with glee as we
Fall hopelessly in love 
In the midst of summer heat.
 
My heart splits apart 
To become your wife
And your forever sweetheart.
 
My legs spread 
Open to bare new life
And see your cheeks rosen.
 
My arms push 
You away at night,
I'm too tired for a sex life.
 
My fists rage and tears pour,
When I discover your arms
Embracing another lover
After coffee one early morn.
 
My ears listen to 
Your words of regret and
Pleads for a second chance
For things to be like
When we first met.
 	
My fingers dial 
Seeking third party counsel
To repair our shattered union.
 
My brain waves 
Shift to understand your
Thoughts and your feelings, 
While I bitterly convey my own.
 
My hand re-opens 
To forgive your sins
And make amends.
 
My lips part to 
Receive your kiss in the
Night in a sea of 
Skin in our warm bed.
 
My heart flutters, 
We’ve truly become one,
Years after we bore our son.


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The scars of losing my parents

Since childhood I’ve dreamed of having a happy family,
I’ve dreamed of seeing my other siblings in harmony;
Like seasons of the year where changes can be seen,
Similar to our human experience dubbed with ups and downs.

As a child I experienced the pain of losing my loved ones,
especially my own father who I never saw when he passed away;
He’s far away, confined in the hospital with my older brother.
I cried so hard, went to my parents’ room and blamed God.

It was one of the great storms that knocked us down,
my own mother had all the responsibilities to shoulder;
She brought us up with all the sufferings and pains
She bore with them like a humble servant of all.

My mother’s mother continued to support us in many ways,
She became part of our disciplined Christian formation;
Her love for us was like a gauge of a mother’s love,
with interiority of faith and mission to think about the poor.

Her role model in our family became a challenge for me.
She impressed in my mind how to live as a responsible man;
given the chance to explore my life in the world of today,
undaunted by fear; encouraged by those who really dream.

The painful spike in our journey as fatherless in the family,
was the tragedy of envy and hatred that truly ruined us;
Yet with an attitude of love and forgiveness deep inside,
I would say that God never sleeps - to be of help to us.

Along with my family relations who came into the picture,
their soaring irritation and impatience to assist us heretofore,
Just a lesson, a part of history that makes me recall in prayer,
a gateway to reconciliation, a ministry to those in trouble.

As themes on faith, knowledge, love and oneness with God
continue to be the revelations of Christ in our journey as persons;
I feel that he’s never written in straight lines but rather in crooked ones,
some of them are our own lines and living witnesses in this world.

I really miss my own mother, my own father: my parents,
in spite of their weaknesses and shortcomings as human beings,
Their love and sacrifices for their children never failed,
because they’re sibling souls who knew about God’s love for all.


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Some old memories to recall

There are moments in my life
when I think of my past.
Wish I could bring them back

I remember the time as a child,
when I used to play with my friends;
Our home was a place for fun,
with my siblings doing their share.

When school days come,
I would always have an extra hour,
for my homework and other plans
that comprise my studies at that time.

When summer whizzes by,
more excitement to be with friends;
to play with them and visit other places
make a deal for a wholesome year.

Whenever Christmas comes,
preparations are at hand,
like decorations, singing, and parties all over,
to make our celebrations happier and significant to all.

I still remember how we pray together
with our grandmother in her bedroom
a rosary or other memorized devotions
to lift up to God so many intentions.

With the passage of time,
changes have championed the best;
with Christian values to reflect
and thus incarnate throughout the rest.


Details | Rhyme | |

Secret, My Secret

Secret, my secret,
I've kept you so long.
But secret, my secret,
it's been so wrong.

Farther and farther,
they try to hold on,
but I'm gone.
Lost in this web of lies,
my secret, my own demise.

I want to tell you mama,
I really do.
So I will.
Mama, I like boys but girls too,
I'm bisexual mama.
Secret, my secret,
it ain't no more.


Details | Free verse | |

My Mom

She's not rich
  but can have money in her pocket
She's not perfect
  but she doesn't do everything wrong
She doesn't have the best attitude
  but she's not the meanest person you'll contact
She may not be fine to you
  but she's pretty to me
She's not yours
  but she's mine
She's not at the peak of her life
  but she's not at the bottom of the barrel
She might think it's taking too long
  but she knows that God will step in right on time
She may not have many friends
  but Mama Jo and I are numbers 1 and 2
She's not a counselor
  but she gives me advice anytime
She doesn't have a college education
  but she does have her high school diploma
She may not be the smartest person
  but she knows a lot
She's not the Lord and cannot work miracles
  but she's my mom,
She's the best mom
  and no one can do it better.


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The Daughter

Today I lived my life with ghosts
Both living and dead
Your face, their face
Slipped through my fingers and fell to the floor
Hundreds of pictures of you and them
Hundreds of moments and moments and moments
Too numerous and caught in that web of time
Dangled on a cobweb so thin, so fine
It could break but does not snap
And lasts and lasts
And holds and holds
All there, suspended in that instant
Before falling to the floor,
Or in the box of memories. To be kept.

So where do you reside, in the bin or the box?
Where do you live for future’s worth?
Will you be cut adrift or salvaged in those stepping stones to the past.

And yet, she still picked up those photos of you 
Pained and dulled
Still confused and stabbed by what has happened over time.
She saw your face and paused. Reflected.
She then gently collected up those images of you and me
And saved them in the box
One day for all to see in times to come.
She decided not to put you in the bin.
Unlike me.

She rescued her childhood.
Put down a marker in the sand
And said stop to the sea
To the waves and waves
That break over time and pain
Saved you from the blankless pile of Venice and Florence
And Christmas and beaches and Barbies and laughter
And with a simple dignity 
She gave you back some worth.




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Cradle Dream

Dream child float away
lilting through the night
on your summer bed
softly in shadows sweet
the mystery of you is true
my heart comes unglued
at your golden sight

rocking you
in tender contemplation
true in every movement
how could you be wrong
and that proves it too
what you learn is only
just a wrapping
of blankets leaving you pure
even in your darkest deed
as you grow to be less

and I cast my eyes
into your heart sweetly
listening to you sleeping
my eyes grow tired too
but stay open just to know
another moment of this bliss
hoping you might stay
just a day longer
before the time must come
as you walk your own path

blossoming from this root
you have come full circle
I wonder, wonder, wonder
but answers fall away
I am content to know nothing
and only be here
in this true moment
alone by myself with you
my precious dream that breaths
our two worlds kissing edges
like distant galaxies
of far away times


Details | Free verse | |

Today's Weaving

Astonished by today's weaving
I find music in the air twirling
singing my song and yours together
as separate melodies combined

A note from your world leaks
into the softest corner of mine
and tickles my imagination
in wonderment of what could be

I know no bounds today as I fly
above the darkest moments ever
they are gone in a flash of recognition
as I remember the score I wrote before

without ever knowing it would come
behind that veil so lovingly blinded
a curve ahead without warning
unwinds forgotten splendor now

gasping for my breath, effortlessly
humbled and mystified
I turn around and tomorrow arrives
a new moment unfurls itself at my feet

where I see a rainbow gradient backward
upside down if you could really know
inverted in time to find itself unplugged
but at least the color is perfect

and my imagination bends again
as some car comes off the rail
and flies across its chosen abyss
leaving the ground and everything behind

it was long ago just this moment
that I came to understand you as friend
and again I clutch my chest in wonder
how could no time have taken so long

and just like a mother's labor
emerging as a child
in joy and pain
so today we are born again

just another knot in the fabric
tipping my hat as you curtsy
locked in a perfect dance
that never ends


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aftermath

mom loved her china.
her collection grew by the year
and time upon time
i found myself looking upon it.

now there was bare wall
where the proud plates once hung
and an almost-fog covered my vision
as i felt cool air on my cheeks.

quiet sobs drifted through the house
and sirens wailed
the forgotten axe had found itself
embedded into that proud wall
pieces of a proud collection
scattered upon the tile.

mom's dresser was empty.
she held all of our small gifts there
those little tokens of clay
or jewelry we had scrounged to buy.

days of jumping on mom's water bed
flashed through my mind
as the floor squished with my steps
closer, and closer i walked
the plastic material on the frame
had been stabbed, and emptied.

mom loved her china.
the reflections of our failures
could be seen
in the shattered pieces of it.


Details | Narrative | |

The Hurricane

The hurricane, so viscous, so violent!
Yes, it must rain.
This force is behind, 
This force beyond!
Yet, finally it came.
The winds, clever and dangerously rough,
Please measure this poll.
Dark clouds consume the heavenly skies, capturing ones soul.
With a love so hard, yet, a love much too cold!
Our world now spins, hopeless and out of control!
You are you and I am me,
Together, our climates capture and debate this Sea.
These winds are too strong, our sky so dark and dim.
Stricken with fear, too afraid to release what is deep within.
The storm is here, so grab onto your soul! 
Yet, beware! This one is fearless and this one we share.
Scream its name and it shall cry its love,
For it be you, far beyond the heavens above!
Hold your strength with a grip so tight,
That storm will surely break, so where’s your fight?
This hurricane can surely hold its own.
Our little world can and will be shown.
Our damage is as our damage does,
Surely this tiny world isn’t our just and only cause!
You hold that thought and forever we shall be,
True love bound and forbidden to set itself free,
Held within you and deep within me,
This love was meant forever, 
One day this you shall see!
This hurricane loves, yet, 
It wills to hate,
The forbidden fruit conquered by its very own fate.
Give your seeds, but stand your ground. 
Forever in this world!
For once we shall not be lost, but found.            

®Registered: Ann Rich 1997                                           


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Midnight run

The time is murky just before dark
Sun holds her breath in endless battle
Hint of fog and mist rising in park
My feet plod heavy like child rattle

Legs protrude shaped deer and child
A-praying.  Ssh darling says mother,
Sweet dreams spring constitution mild
Come back from window reject other

In bed tucked up I run again
Shattering multi-coloured tales
The pigs, wolves, dragons brutally slain
Cast aside like foot rot bloodied tails

I imagine myself chasing trains 
Fool! Blundering rhino attempting dance
Gazelle only canon drawn pains
Aged fat knight dragging lance

Two black panthers swooped by
Light as dark angels in trainers
I felt at once white clown why
Can coal coated elephants learn to fly?

Leave me to plod therefore unmaimed
And let others more wily receive gains.


Details | Bio | |

In Law

Eating disorders and drugs,
Alcohol and pain.
You are indifferent
As I go insane.
You watch me like a hawk
In case I do wrong.
You just know in your heart
That I'll mess up before long.
You're life is so perfect,
You'll never understand.
You calmly watch me fall
Without offering your hand.


Details | Personification | |

Palms by the Sea

Oh this Sea from left to right,
How my mind gathers your visions to my sight.
You clouds stray from over here to over there,
And my lungs fill deep as they gather you into my air.
I am the neutral zone with all of my love that I share
The “Palms by the Sea” give my visions their true light!
In each I can see myself inside of a seemingly height.
The Palms by the Sea are my only solemn oath I fight!
 Up inside of the tallest tree I shall surely come,
Your Earth, your Moon and your Sun I shall make them all come undone!
I am you as you breathe my life and it is your love that I shall proclaim in the moment I seize!
Up inside of you I am proclaiming my every single genuine need.
The “Palms by the Sea” guard the shores for my more, my all, or even none!


®Registered: Ann Rich 1997



Details | Ballad | |

' Warriors ... The Battle Cry Song ... '

There Are Sounds of Ancient Thunders
There Are Sounds of Ancient Drummers
        Calling … Brave Warriors
         Gladiators and Warriors

And They’re Marching To The Cadence of Their Hearts’ Pounding
Marching, To The Cadence of The World’s Rage Resounding
They’re Going By The Beat of Their Heart’s Pumping
By The Steady Flow of Blood and Bloodlust, Tells Me Somethin’

               … Warriors …
         Courageous Warriors …

Chorus:

But, We’ve Seen These Men, Playing With Their Children
We’ve Seen These Sons and Their Laughter, I’m Hearing
We’ve Seen These Men, Loving Their Babies
And Tenderly Holding and Kissing Their Ladies

               … Warriors …
         Courageous Warriors …

2nd Chorus:

Oh Lord, Please Stop These Warriors’ Battle Cry
And The Battle Cry, Coming From Their Mothers and Wives
The Battle Cry, Coming From Their Little Ones’ Eyes
The Battle Cry, Coming From Warriors … When They Die

               … Warriors …
         Courageous Warriors …

Sticks and Stones, Swords, Arrows and Bombs
Lances, Knives, Hand to Hand Combat, Napalm
God Almighty, Oh, Thy Kingdom Come
Please Rescue Us, From The Kingdom of The Gun …

And Prophecy Is Marching – Listen, All Who Arms Bear
Warriors, Must Beat War Weapons Into Plowshares            ( Isa. 2: 4 )
And When War, Is No More, Then We Will Hear
All Warriors’ Battle Cry, Will Be An Amen Cheer !

              … Gentle Warriors …
            Peace-Loving, Warriors …

2nd Chorus:

Oh Lord, Please Stop These Warriors’ Battle Cry
And The Battle Cry, Coming From Their Mothers and Wives
The Battle Cry, Coming From Their Little Ones’ Eyes
The Battle Cry, Coming From A Warrior’s … Last ‘ Why ? ’

                … Warriors …
           Courageous Warriors …

How Can Flesh and Blood, Mortal-Men, Be So Fearless, I Wonder
Are They Strengthened By Duty, Love and Honor
Facing Danger, Death and Being Torn Asunder
Sacrificing All, As A Fallen Soldier …

                 … Warrior …
           Courageous Warrior …


Details | Free verse | |

Jilly laughs and I cry

I. 
Jilly's laugh is somewhere between 
a hiccup and a sigh 
teeth shimmering 
little porcelain cups 
like the ones 
I used in 
Victorian doll houses 
when I was five 
perfectly glazed and rounded. 

II. 
Her 
late arrival 
like a Picaso painting 
brightly colored 
flecks of roses and blues 
all feet and limbs 
flailing 
simultaneously 
in proportion to her belly. 

III. 
Yesterday 
she flew 
over a crack in the sidewalk. 
We had been eating 
wild strawberries, 
her fingers were dyed with them 
and her blood, 
it fell to the sidewalk 
in perfect red rain drops. 

I think 
my heart stumbled 
in it's puddle.


Details | Blank verse | |

a wars aftermath

A war´s Aftermath. 

After the war flats was hard to get, but when mother´s 
uncle Adolf hung  himself in the kitchen that had cement 
floor and sun stayed away as to tell us something about 
the nature of hate. Mother´s uncle believed in new order 
and they had given him a uniform which he used when 
going to the park to feed the ducks. He had once been 
an officer In the merchant navy and missed no being in 
charge… the kitchen only had cold water and a hole for
water to disappear into, we also used it to crap in since 
we had no loo. Mother put a slap on the hole when not 
using it or rats would come eating our food. At night when 
I had to pee there was a pot under the bed because I did 
not dare to go into the kitchen, because I once had seen 
him hanging there. Adolf, not a big man, once I tried his 
uniform on, it was big and on his cap there was a skull. 
I walked out in the street to show the other kids, they 
were impressed. Mother, very angry burned his uniform, 
but amongst the ashes I found the silver skull.  


Details | Heroic Couplets | |

Me....

I am so many many things
So much to me life doth brings.
I am up and down, happy, sad
I am torn, solid, I am good and bad.

I have been through so many trials
It is a wonder that my face still smiles.
I am a sister and a few peoples friend
I fight for all I love to the bitter end.

I am daughter and a mother
I am all, not just one or the other.
For all my loved ones I will fight
With all I have for what is so right.

Win, lose, or  even a draw
I still love them no matter the flaw.
I may sometimes seem I do not care
But believe me I am always there.

I care for all but some days I 
Just need not to be asked why
I am not talking to any one
There is no reason, no none.

But there are days when I 
Am always stopping by
Just to check on you
And to say" I love you"

I am a unique southern belle
Who knows just how to yell
And who finds a new calling
That others find appalling.

I am fire and I am ice
I am naughty and am nice
But one thing is for sure
I am none other than Kristy De la Keur.


Details | Rhyme | |

Someone Asked Me About Marriage

Someone Asked Me About Marriage…

Someone asked me about marriage, as a matter of fact…
I thought; “what kind of questions is that?”

“Let me ask a questions…  If I may?”
“Do you read what the God’s word has to say?”

Marriage is still and will always be one woman and man.
I don’t care how many laws we have in our land!

No matter if many churches and people claim; “civil rights.”
Anything different than a man and woman is NOT right!”

The first chapter of Romans makes it pretty clear…
The days of wickedness have drawn ever near!

God’s wrath revealed against all ungodly living!
Think about the garbage our country is giving!

It speaks of men and women leaving their natural affection.
Burning in lust toward one another
 with an ungodly attention!

For this cause God has given many over to a reprobate mind…
Many get involved with perversions of many kinds!

Professing themselves to be wise, many have become “fools.”
By not obeying God’s word… But their own “set of rules.”

Marriage is something designed many years ago.
It was Adam and Eve in the beginning…  This we know!

My question to you is: “Why not give God a chance?”
His truth remains the same!  Whatever the circumstance!

No court of law can change what God has established!
Everything that’s not of God is simply a lot of “rubbish.”

Jesus is coming back for a bride without “a wrinkle or a spot.”
It’s time we come clean and become
 “blood bought!”

Being the bride of Christ is the most important thing!
He is the bridegroom and eternal love he brings!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | I do not know? | |

Glow

Glow
Look at me!
My body’s
Fresh, new
And shapely too!

Watch me bloom
Like a wild red rose,
Watch my character
And confidence
     grow,
          grow
             and grow


As I become a
Glowing beautiful woman
That everyone wants
To know.

Watch my life take
Flight to places
That are unknown.


The world’s my
Open book,
Now let me
Start my
Amazing story!

I’m ready
To go,
Watch me glow.


Details | Rhyme | |

So Good

A comfortable sound; is found in the pews
 	Illuminated, we are feeling the Good News
As this providence is caught alive
	All tempestuous thoughts of transgressors subside
Hallelujah, HE brings divine will for all of us too…
	It is so good to hear the sweet sounds from the pews


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Evidenced

Evidenced
FIFTYFOUR
CharlaXFabels
The Church Parsonage on Church Street the old Methodist Church where eye 
used to go to church it Burned down.
My mother died a horrible murder death.
My brother died in a car wreck.
We used to fight each other though eye was elder he was bigger.
Eye was a weak and sickly child of GOD.
My Father died and eye do not knoe what of.
Eye was not always allowed to live at home.
My room was taken and the things in it like my toy box and the comics and the 
yearbooks were all destroyed. 
Eye was given a hardship discharge from the ARMY.
My home at Morrilton was burned down by a natural gas line leak which then 
exploded. My family always hated me and wanted me to die alone. Eye stopped 
my consumptive habits and was in a real fight in Arizona only was beaten into 
Jesus and left to die half dead eye still try to live and love and write this is mye bio 
mye evidenced. 


Details | I do not know? | |

You Never Deserved Me

To the person who gave me life, nothing less, nothing more

As a child I remember being filthy and left isolated, all alone
Left at the age of seven, not knowing if you’d ever come home

Caring all alone for baby sister, while you ran endlessly all about
Feeding, bathing and taking care of her, listening to her constant shouts

Your commitment was your drugs; let’s not forget the alcohol too
Stammering in all times of the night; an addictive abusive person I 
watched you grow into

Looking back I never thought that this life was not extraordinaire
But as I matured and saw the norm; 
I realized my life was nothing but despair

Never caring for either of us, just your greedy selfish self
Shooting your heroin and drinking your booze,
Which sat upon your shelf

Taking all our money, spending it on your addictions day and night
Living off ramen noodles, our survival was an endless fight

After years of suffering from your abuse and your manipulating lies
They finally saw your negligence, taking us away ending all ties

Now we’re with our father, and his new beautiful stranger bride
Trust we cannot give to her, for all we’ve ever known has died

Time it did not take for us, to open up and see
That the new beautiful woman bound to care for us, 
Was as genuine as one could be

She opened her home and her heart and treated us as her own
She opened our eyes and broke the hard outer wall,
Never do we feel alone

She has given me more love in the past four years
Than you have your entire life-time on this earth,
It’s sad that a woman of only four years, 
was the one who taught me self-worth 

You are the woman you gave me life, 
Nothing more and nothing less
You never deserved me or my little sister
Our mom now has replaced your selfishness 

© Chelsea Leigh Stiles/Stacy Lynn Stiles

These are my daugther Chelsea's words about her biological mother. I took 
them and helped her write the poem at her request. It's very sad and the damage 
her "biological mother" has done to her and her sister is un-repairable....Chelsea 
has had to be in counseling every since we've had her and I have taught her to 
have a voice and if needed, put her thoughts down on paper.  She's absolutely 
beautiful and amazingly charismatic. She's strong and very responsible and 
dedicated...not only to our family, but to life. Both of them were "my gift from God", 
and I will cherish this gift forever.


Details | Quatrain | |

This Mother's Plea

I once had a bright, little gem 
How she'd sparkle, how she'd shine
With laughing eyes and a perpetual smile
What a gem, that daughter of mine

But one day the smile faded
And the laughter left her eyes
Somehow my little gem turned dark and cloudy
Such a change made this mother cry

I miss my bright, little jewel
I no longer recognize
The dim and gloomy gem that has lost her sheen
Brokenhearted, this mother sighs

Can my gem's luster be restored?
I wonder, what would it take?
Perhaps some of God's tumbling and polishing
Please, oh Lord, for this mother's sake                                                  
       



















































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Mother Eagle

Gains strength from Power
Rises high on air currents
Looks down on the world



(Ideas from James Frazer's poem "The Nobleman, His Eagle, and The Moon;  The " Bible" 
from Isaiah 40 and Dolly Parton's song "Eagle When She Flies".)


Details | Free verse | |

Baptism by Colors

The Christmas lights shine while the temple bells
Toll. The baby lies bloody on the bed- 'delivered'.
Its dusk, a shade of grey dusk but again a dark blue
Around the corner; not a sound did roll nor did light
Strike and it slept. Hush baby... they will come! Among
Her broken toys and impaled dolls she sleeps like the
Child of time- she is black.

Again, the star shined and the bells tolled and they came- all over her,
They trampled and burnt her sins away. Smoke and soot and hell fire
Rained everyday and she took it all in. Like the voracious petals of the
Venus fly trap, those lips of hers engulfed them and stayed content.
It lay in the night... At least she had the night. She was content. Slowly
The saffrons, the whites and the greens entered her hollow being
Day after day and she did not know where they came from.

Even the one to be delivered that rested inside her grew impatient.
It broke free and she lost. It was buried amidst the fanfare and
Ho hum of those colors. The same colors that devoured her sins
And had her delivered, and now they lie in constant wait for the
Reigns to break so the stake is theirs to burn. The witch must burn.
The Green must burn, the saffron must be severed and the white
blackened they thought.

The witch died, and so did they but not the colors. As the
Child in time sleeps under every roof, so does those black eyes
With glowing fangs, under the bed. Just below the flesh
And the wooden bed, you can hear it breathe and crave blood
And carnage. Every street, every devil's bend, every wall bears
Its name. Yet it hides, kills, plunders and hides. Yet another
Deliverance and another coming against the eclipsed sun.

Tomorrow if a life is born I shall warn and mourn and curse
The deliverance coz the colors will lie in wait under its bed.
Sharp talons and itchy fingers waiting for it to blossom and
Tear it up in pieces. Yes! This is our deliverance... We all shall
Be delivered some day. But, I hope my child of time is colorblind
And comatose- Maybe dead. For then it wont hear the evil crawling
Under its bed, see them on the streets and  feel them inside itself.

That day will be her baptism and maybe she will wake...

© Malyaban Lahiri


Details | Rhyme | |

Are You Going Through A Layoff

Going Through A Layoff???

Are you one who watches 
the nightly news?
And hear of the many jobs
 people will lose?

Does this news bring to your life 
much uncertainty?
Knowing that very soon… 
This could be a reality?

Are you one who’s filled with fear 
and apprehension?
Feeling the burden of stress 
and a lot of tension?

Perhaps you feel very discouraged 
and “distraught.”
Here’s a ”lesson” that needs
 to be taught!

Don’t allow yourself to worry about
 “how things are going.”
There’s a God in heaven that you 
need to be knowing!

He knows all about your layoff 
and every situation!
The love and peace he gives needs
 no explanation!

Everything that you need...  
Jesus does provide!
Worry?  Or Trust HIM?  
That’s for you to decide!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Acrostic | |

Parenting

Patience
Adamant
Relentless
Exhausting
Neutral
Teacher
Importance
Needed
Guidance

© Stacy Lynn Stiles


Details | I do not know? | |

These Eyes Of Mine

These eyes obedient, have led the way
Onto countless ill-chosen paths.

These eyes as apart from body like partner,
Witness free will in mountainous struggles 
Equal in preventability.

These eyes loyal in quiet conformity, 
Avert as spirit evades discovery or risk.

These eyes express through all escaped emotion,
Oceans in tears of perpetuating sadness
In love of Duty.  And cherished occasional 
Sublime delight.

These eyes lie, with precision in self-preservation 
and clumsily in deceit.

These eyes with earned wisdom through
Lessons learned, now look upon themselves 
Graciously in replica of shape.  
In color they differ as polished jade, opaque and 
Inpenetrable to light, to Pacific tide pools, inviting
To peer into and ever changing in light and depth.

These eyes in replica are  innocence and
Wonder.  And dance with an all exposing grin,
Curling lips to show perfect pink gums 
Over three year old teeth that I am compelled to kiss.

It is in this, these eyes see the meaning of everything. 

  
pools


Details | Narrative | |

Was It An Act of God?

Catastrophes,natural disasters and torrential rains
what causes these thing to happen, on whom do you place the blame?
mankind has misused and abused this planet on which we live
Mother Nature must make adjustments, the forces of nature then give
we have built too many buildings, taken over too much land
an earthquake may be a realignment to the acts and plans of man

aerosol cans, rain forest diminishing, the erosion of the soil and ground
when the rain eventually falls the lack of trees causes the mud to slide down
God gave us some power, many have called it free-will
mankind can use it for good or he can use it for ill-will
yet when many lives are lost and so many souls depart
why does anyone think to ask, was it an act of God?

air pollution, water pollution, the whole industrial age
has ravaged our planet and brought about Mother Nature's rage
we act before we think, we destroyed things that can't be replaced
maybe Mother Nature is trying to tell us to do an about face
tsunamis, monsoons and all types of major tidal waves
may be a wake-up call to how we have behaved

we need to come together and start making some major plans
stop raping our natural resources and start preserving God's land
so if anyone ever asks you, was it an act of God the Lord Christ?
just ask them for this planet, what has mankind sacrificed?
we are selfish in our deeds, self-absorbed in our needs
eventually we must bear the blame and we all will pay the price
just don't be so quick to place the burden of guilt on God the Lord Christ


Details | Free verse | |

Initial Thoughts of Hatred

I'm sick and tired! So very tired!
Of you putting me down
From now on... I'll just stand up!
On my own two feet...

I refuse to put up with your trash again
And I refuse to just stand and take it
I won't allow you to mess with my mind
No longer will your threats bother me
You may try and scare me if you like
But any word you say is useless
You have no control of where I go
This is my life! Not your own!

I don't want you to look at me as a trophy
Because I refuse to go down the path you want
No more of your lies will enter my ears
I refuse to take part in it
I have to try and make it myself
And it's my choice to suceed or fail

I "hate" you
I "dislike" you
I just don't like you!

I'm sick and tired! So very tired!
I just want to be away from you!
I refuse to have someone else dictate
My very life...

I "hate" you
Go and "hate" me
I don't need you anymore!
Go and "fear" me
I don't "fear" you
You're really nothing to me!

I'm sick and tired now! Very tired now!
Just leave me be!
Stop trying to... torment me
Any further...
My respect for you! Is gone now!
Just go away!
Getting rid of the... trash in my life
Is the first step to my happiness!


Details | I do not know? | |

Ghetto School Dayz...

Big Molly she did get up early in those 

days... You would hear her way before the 

garbage man came. Big Molly would let you 

sleep late on weekends, but on school days? 

Big Molly sure did not play... Get up and 

get your clothes on boyz! She would always say... 

This here ain't no weekend, this here is a 

school day. You could hear Big Molly as she 

went down the stairs, with each footstep 

the staircase would shake... To the kitchen 

she quickly went, there she would cook our 

breakfast and make us each a choke sandwich for lunch. 

Then once Big Molly made that final call, you had better 

be out that door and on your way to school... "Se yall Boyz 

later!" with that the door would close and Big Molly would 

fall back to sleep in the kitchen chair.

Jay Andrew Anderson-Taylor 

Copyright ©2003 Jay Andrew Anderson-Taylor 


Details | Free verse | |

Mom

The one with the magic touch
One of the ones who loves you so much
Love can always be found in her
When you feel someone let you down, you can always run to her

She tells you good
All the things a parent should
She won't tell you wrong
She'll stand by you all life long

She'll cry for you
She'll laugh with you
She'll fuss at you
And she'll always be with you

Your mom can be your best friend
But there's a line between mother and friend
You can talk to her about anything
She may get mad, but she'll forgive you in the end

A day without talking to Mama just isn't a perfect day
You'll just call to hear her voice or what she has to say
Every conversation will end with,"Good night Ma. I love you!"
And she'll say,"Good night baby. I love you too!"


Details | Rhyme | |

Our Exceptional Bond

Here we sit at each others side
A beautiful daughter of innocence
A devoted mother filled with pride

Her gorgeous long flowing hair 
With stunning big brown eyes
My precious gift; a miracle
The most valuable sentimental prize

My mother and my best friend
Her splendor and intelligence alone
Could derail any type of negativity 
For optimism and strength she has shown 

United together as one, our loyalty now in place
A unique special bond unlike any other
Of dedication, trust, and grace

As time has passed we’ve come to realize
The meaning of life and what it entails
It’s not about your monetary possessions 
It’s about the tiniest loving subtle details 

© Autumn Mae Franklin & Stacy Lynn Stiles


Details | I do not know? | |

Don't make your children bare your crucifix.

Don’t make your children bare your crucifix.
Children won’t forget and can’t fix.
Children born in such a big world having to fight,
The only friend they have is a closet where they hide at night.
The day a mother married him a child died.
Memories of a childhood left behind.
An innocence that died inside.
Survivor of abuse passing on what’s defied.

Don’t make your children bare your crucifix.
Children won’t forget and can’t fix.
Children born in such a big world having to fight,
Parents treat your children right.
Don’t beat each other up tonight.
Children shouldn’t live in terror or be a cross-barer.
Don’t turn you children into a lifeless shell
Doomed to live here in hell.
Parents see your children hurt.
Parents see what innocence like that’s worth.

Don’t make your children bare your crucifix.
Children won’t forget and can’t fix.
Children born in such a big world having to fight,
Letting them live should be more than a right.
Jesus bared that crucifix
So our children’s faith wouldn’t inter-mix.
God put his child on the cross
So our children wouldn’t have to feel the cost.
He took the tears and pain
So our children wouldn’t have to sustain.
He loves all little children its true
But that doesn’t mean he loves them for you.
Blessings and gifts you never knew,
Parents you still have a job to do.
So before you give you children a reason to run and hide
Remember why Jesus was the one crucified.


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Moment addressed to Mom

I did not call you to talk 
Foolish 
Mind-numbing 
Speaking of nothing
I have not called for the deafening 
Silence
I always hear from you 
Even when your mouth is open 
And sounds are coming out
I called for all the 
Moments 
You made me cry
For the soul you forced awry 
I’ve called for me
I’ve called to yell
To fight 
To cry
To scream 
To move past those 
Moments
Let go and move on
Without your 
Horrendous 
Weight 
Upon me
I’ve called about the lies
Deceit and whys 
Life is too short
I’ve called to say 
Goodbye
I’ve called simply
To hang up 
Walk away
And 
Fly 


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What Did Mommy Do?

 Me a small child, lying in bed, dreaming away, without care,

along next door, asleep, is baby sis, both of us, becoming unaware.

Of what, the night, would bring, what would be, shed to light,

about the relationship, of our parents; something just, wasn't right.

 

All of sudden, from parent's room; daddy yells, and mommy screams,

us kids, are rudely awaken; soon realizing life, isn't what it seems.

Running, toward my door, is baby sis, knocking, beginning, to cry,

I open door, for her, to come in; she questions, wanting to know why.

 

I as her brother, didn't know, what to do, or what to really say,

all I could do, was reassure, giving a hug, "That every thing, be okay".

Neither at the moment, would the moment be, ever truly, at all, 

as mommy opens, up their door; dad pushes, causing her to fall.

 

At her, he continues, to cuss, calling her, every name, in the book,

my room, across the hall, all this, we see; horrify, as we, then look.

His fist and foot, punching, and kicking her, until she's black and blue,

at him, we ran, screaming to stop; us wondering, what did mommy do.

 

Me having to be a witness, to that, myself, I set free,

to self, I promise, to whom, I marry, I would, never be.

For women, are to be treated, with the upmost respect, and love,

for they are, the true best side of us, received from, heaven above
 


Details | ABC | |

Misbegotten Mistress

Alluring
bulbous
curves
Deciduous
eyes
feudal
green
Harvesting
insatiable
juniper
king
Languid
morning
nymph
Opulent
pedestrian
queen
Regal
seeds
toiling
under
vanquished
winter
Xanadu’s
youthful
zeal


Details | Free verse | |

(whilst into the night, as ash)

you seemed so real;

an angel, slipping down
through your ring of fire
whilst into the night, as ash
you'd walk the winds
and graze the edge
-of love:
dancing above me, reborn
like nails sinking, straight
through the coffin, into flesh;

death is with me every moment
that you smile and every kiss
is a reminder that i'm still not alive
within your grasp.

stripped of your halo;
still holding tight to the mess
of flesh and metal skin-grafts
you've applied: words
endearing my heart
to your brick-wall
of silent indifference

alas, even as i lapse
from this moment
to that,
you still seem so real;

an angel, bathed in the fire
of solitude and singular wanting
while the world turns
its back, you take
my hand; sleep-walking
through the motions
of a dire and delirious dance,
you step upon the altar
to cry out your demands


Details | I do not know? | |

Vanity

I need my hair just right
I need my socks to match each other
I need mascara to be on point
I need foundation to hide who I am
When does it stop
How do you know
at what point and time do you lose yourself
All this covering up
I've learned to be what people want
But what do I really want myself
V.A.N.I.T.Y
   
 Somethings change with just a little touch
   Yet somethings never change
       you can't mask a girls insecurities up
         She still feels them everyday
         No matter what her outside appearance says
           and the more she feels INVINCIBLE
               the more she feels AFRAID
                   V.A.N.I.T.Y
        
             There's no hair color to pretty 
               you can be pretty naturally
               I love my hair straight like chinese people
               that's why I use a 300 dollar flat iron 
                and I love handbags of the expensive varity
                 I put on a show each day for everyone 
                   But inside i'm alone 
                    and no one really knows
                  
                          V.A.N.I.T.Y

                I close my eyes and wish I could disappear
                           from this moment in time
                          escape our 21st century
                         where they teach us to judge by what we see
                          So i'm vain because of society 
                             I have to look pleasing to the eye? 
                               Is it my fault I'm vain?
                                 Or is it our problem in disguise? 
                                        
                                  V.A.N.I.T.Y 


Details | Free verse | |

A Sluggish Socratic Reservoir

In your restless slumbers you feel me,
I know you feel me.    
Always by your side like an iron rusted sword
Dull to the touch and stranded to the length of your back.
Your sudden sighs will be the ocean churning and
The waves that collapse against the shore.
Every ache you undergo will emit a moan
So loud and locked away that even the sky will mourn
And it’s rains will fall for you alone.
Each dripping drop will attempt to match your insides
From the moment the first moon beams hit your windowsill
Till the sun ascends in an incandescent dawn
That pinkens the walls of your chambers.
You look beyond a naked field to
A moon which eases with every passing moment.
Beckoning you to dreams and thoughts that lay like scars and stains.
Come, they whisper.
Come listen to the symphony of our affairs.
Come watch these green waters turn to gold.
Travel the world and reach the end 
Only to find that you still want.
But here, with no one around in this volatile room,
With no eyes peering but the licks of lighted candles,
You’ll plead no to a nameless fear 
As you swallow the back of your mind.
Let an open mind in,
Allow it to listen.
And as you glance over to vacancy from
Your worn and heated side,
The skies will shudder with every hope and every lie
That even Socrates cannot deny these tries.
But in the half light of my own room
I wish to be your broken record
Or the lead singers private microphone.
Kiss my finger tips and drink in the residue of fountain pens.
I will plaster each phrase to my bedroom wall
Where I live to see that the writing never flows.
That each excerpt is choppy and final.
That every quote is bold and blush.
The frayed and shredded nursery wallpaper,
Shimmering pink with sudden audacity,
Will reflect moodily and ambiguously of my shattered thoughts.
With kudos to a grandmother Mary,
I slowly lift a frozen face from underneath a pillow.
After a minute of self doubt and realization
That settles like pin pricks on the palms of my hands,
I slide the idle face back into it’s sheath
Then contemplate the curiosity of my own slumber.
While ignoring every hope of sleep,
I’ll thread two nimble fingers through an open flame,
Stare provokingly into the shadows on the ceiling,
Get bored,
Get lonely,
And think of you.                  


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Deep Into the Bottle

You've fallen into oblivion
And there's no turning back.
Your heart is completely frozen,
Its icy shell will never crack.
You sit in your fortress
And hurl words like knives,
Never truly realizing
Their effect on our lives.
You're drained of life and love,
Becoming an empty human shell.
Stop dancing with the Devil,
Before he drags you down to Hell.
You'll never know how I suffer
Watching your plight,
But your love for the bottle
Is something I could never fight.


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The Cultivated Mind (Home Grown)

Father and Mother 
With golden determination 
Focused to open my thoughts 
in several ways of revelation -- 
My manner is... Homegrown 
The once green mind still looks back; 
at all that has been revealed to its now browned shell… 
and with that same determination of gold 
I pass down the revelations of old 
to my children, as I have been told 
The mind should always be 
Cultivated to the best of ones abilities.... 
Its focus should start within the home 
That is why I feel blessed 
When I tell you my children 
Most assuredly -- I am Home Grown.


Author’s Comments: 
As a farmer tills the earth and toils to harvest that which he has sown and the wife 
prepares the table before him, produced from within the bounty reaped thereof... 
 Thus, we should take the time to cultivate the minds of our children, to also 
acknowledge their surroundings and the people there in. 
To stay focused on the blessings at hand, that they not live stagnant lives but to be 
productively responsible for the gifts which they each so uniquely possess. 
 The mind is a terrible thing to waste.


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In These Eyes of Mine

In the glow of the day, rise the shadows of a dark night where I come free.
Walking slow yet running with hot flames drenched by my body soiled, I am here.
My walk, my life, I stand with this seed.
Taking me down, all the way because I am the only one who care’s.
In these eyes of mine, let the Sun make glow of my hair!
In the depths of the Oceans may the Mountains peak, I am free.
Stroking slowly, yet rock climbing with the pain of broken rocks, I go there.
My depth and my height I stand with this need.
Rolling me around, all the way because I am the only one who share’s.
In these eyes of mine, let the Mountain make depth of my care.
In the brightness of the Stars lingers a magical gleam, all scattered and free.
Breathing slowly, yet desperate for the air to give my last and final breath, I am there.
My deepest, my highest, I stand with this greed.
Pulling me down to the ground all of the way because I am here!
In these eyes of mine, let the Stars make bright of my fear.
These eyes of mine give to you this planted seed with all of my prayers.

®Registered: Ann Rich 1999


Details | I do not know? | |

She Watched

She watched him take her away
This child she'd given birth to
She watched her nurse the first time
Feeling it through and through
She watched her take her first steps
With fear and joy alike
She watched her walk in the school
And learn to ride her first bike
She watched her talk on the phone
And fix her makeup just right
She watched her put on the dress
And go to her first prom night
She watched her walk across the stage
With pride and many tears
She watched her pack for college
And remembered the early years
She watched her put on the veil
And gave her something new
She watched him take her away
This man she was married to.


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One

I long for the Mother of the Earth
To caress my shattered soul
In the warmth of her sun,
And strength of her sturdy ground.

My heart beats against her bed of grass,
And I can feel them, 
The quaking spirits
Bound in and around me.

Love is living the energy that makes me.
I know this earth.
The Mother loves my every thought,
For without them,
How is the sky to be blue?

The air I breathe completes me.
I exhale and return the favor
Of which I was given in her bounty.

How might I look upon this earth
And frown? For I am the earth,
And she carries my soul.

Love is to know
Wherever I may be is my home.

Dear Earth,
Gift of the Mother,
Projection of my heart's contentment,
Let my mind ever flow
Through your rivers of contemplation.


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I Blinked

Feeling a bit nostalgic lately, my daughter is only nine for now, but how quickly it has
gone by.


I Blinked
    by Amy Swanson


When I first brought you home
       so wondrous to behold
              little fingers, precious toes
                     tiny bundle of perfection

And then I blinked.


Nature through your eyes
       Each day is a surprise
              the time so quickly flies
                     you gaze at life with wonder

And then I blinked.


With baby steps you now explore
       we'll never go back to before
              you've opened up life's door
                     and stepped on through

And then I blinked.


 First day of school came much too fast
       Your toddler days I knew would pass
              I wonder if my heart is glass
                     I feel it start to break

And then I blinked.


Packed away your little toys
       you're now concerned with friends, and boys
              and walk with such a graceful poise -
                     baby steps no more, you run so quickly.

And then I blinked.


Getting ready, that first date
       can't we slow things down, please wait.
              I hear echoes of yesterday -
                    the years have gone by much too rapidly.

And then...

                 I blinked.


Details | I do not know? | |

Lullaby To My Children

Hush for now... Go to sleep
A new day will soon arrive
Always know that... I'll love you
And your mother does too
No matter what... we will always
Love you just the same
You are special... created from love
And we won't give you away

Don't let others... discourage you
For they don't... love you like we do
Just remember... my love won't fade from you
And be sure to... cherish your mom like I do...

Unlike other... parents
We won't just disown you
Even if you've... done bad
The love will still be there
Though it may... seem like
We don't when we punish you
But always know... that we only
Do because we love you

Don't worry for now... You'll understand soon
Just wait until... You have little ones like you
In due time you'll... Know how we feel
For this is how... True love really is...

Just remember... my love won't fade from you
And be sure to... cherish your mom like I do
Don't let others... discourage you
For they don't... love you like we do
In due time you'll... Know how we feel
For this is how... True love really is...


Details | Cowboy | |

Faces In the Fire

On those cool summer evenings when coyotes haunt the night
And the campfire is dying—burning low, then flaring bright,
A cowboy plays harmonica while others sing and hum
While down by the chuck wagon a lonely guitar does strum.

A few pokes like Lon Stonecipher stare silent at the fire,
Imagining old friends and folks in times both dear and dire.
Lon sees and talks to faces that flicker in gold flames—
He asks them of the weather—remembers all their names.

“There’s Delton and Rosella, old Burlin and Rob Alcorn,
There’s that sweet Renata Robins that kissed me one June morn.
There’s Cal Shirlo and Spud Scanlon, that both died in the war,
And Addie Belle from Abilene that said she’d love no more.”

Cowpokes yawned and nodded—on this wild words did not dwell—
They knew the man he used to be, but this was just his shell.
The faces in the fire gave him comfort and offered hope,
They were his last salvation—without them he could not cope.

Lon stared into the fire for many hours before sleep—
His rest was fitful, frenzied—never calm, peaceful or deep.
And often he’d awake and gaze mournfully once again
Into those glowing embers in search of friend or kin.

“I can see my last saddle pal, young Mathew Leatherwood
And a Dodge City gambler that I shot right where he stood.
I see my dear grandmother and my sister Anna Lee—
My grandpa and brother Jim, who died at the age of three.”

The fire burned low and so did Lon out on that prairie bow,
But this was as it always was, at least until just now.
“I see you, ma—I see you, pa—your faces smile at me,”
So said old Lon one last time, drifting upon a prairie sea.

They buried Lon Stonecipher right out on that cold, dark land—
And right beside him built a blaze as hot as they could stand.
Then they watched the flames dance, and stared long into that pyre,
And to this day some still swear, Lon’s face was smiling in that fire.


 


  


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judgement

There are seven bowls
from which will you drink?

 The first bowl holds nourishment.
The second bowl is insubstantial.
 The third bowl holds
creative liquids reflecting
 a silver crescent moon.
The fourth bowl holds
a silver and white woman;
 the mother of all buddhas.
The fifth bowl holds
  Siva as she dances in death.
 The sixth bowl holds
 the incarnation
 of the Great Mother in the waves.
The seventh bowl holds
  ten thousand things
of transcendant wisdom.

Now, from which of these
 will you choose 
to stem from?
 For the time is now before you. 


Details | Light Poetry | |

' Dissertation On Beauty ... '

If Aiming For Beauty
Pretty, Is Nice
But Plain Vanity
Is A Venal-Vice

Inner Beauty:  Is A Necessity
Outer Beauty:  (Maybe) Superficiality
Outer Beauty:  May Impress Memory
But Inner Beauty:  Lasts An Eternity

Now, As A Teen
I Did Preen
 Too Much Esteem
 Oldest, Sister Seen …

So, As A Teen, I Was Told
Advice To Shape- Mold
Words:  Worthy-Gold
Listen:    Behold …

“You Are Pretty, Yes It’s True
But Just Wait A Minute or Maybe Two
All In Time and Life’s View
Will Come Someone … Prettier Than You

So, Don’t Be A Victim-in-Error
Like The Queen, due to Snow White and A Mirror
Of Course, There’ll Be Somebody Fairer
So, Don’t Be A Silly-Comparer …

… ‘Cause, The Prettiest Person
Is Ugly To Someone
And The Ugliest Person
Looks Good To Somebody, Hon …

Lovely, Is As Lovely Do …
Be A Portrait and Not Just Surface-Cute
Be A Shame, If Someone Spends Time With You
And Sees, Ain’t Nothing Else, Or Nothin’ New

‘Cause I’ve Seen People
Who Were ‘Knock-Outs’ ! …
That is, Until
They Opened Their Mouths

And Revealed Hostility
In Hearts
Made Attraction-Desirability
… Depart

See:  Mean and Envy
And A Barb-Wire Tongue
And Harm and Dumb …
Starts When Young

So, Strive To Be Kind
A Gentle Heart-Smile
Clean and Sweet
And Your Own-Love-Style

… Also Godly Fear
And Inner Beauty Will Appear
Your Outer Beauty Will Be Clear …”
… My Stunning Sister, I Still Hear …

“Beauty … Is In The Eye Of The Beholder”
Especially True … As We Grow Older


(I'm Remembering Jenny ... I'm Remembering)


Details | I do not know? | |

Losing

I didn’t lose her like you lose a purse.
Or keys in a different room.
She didn’t leave one day and decide
Not to come back.
They didn’t find her dead,
Face down in the woods.

My father didn’t lose her in a crowd,
Or at the Harvest Festival supper…
He didn’t lose her to childbirth, divorce
Or even cancer…

Her best friend didn’t lose my mother easily,
They could sit and talk and laugh 
And laugh some more...before…

When my mother had her memory
She was young and pretty and took care of me.
When my mother had her memory 
She told me stories about when she was a child.
When my mother had her memory
She didn’t forget so easily or repeat so often.

We lose her slowly right before our eyes…
We see her losing her way in a clear fog.
We hear her use the word she made do with
And the further she slips, 
The tighter we hold on.

Ginny C. S. Sanchez Oct 15, 2007 C Copy right





Details | Rhyme | |

The Art

 I now know why I could
never love my mother.
One I should have held
above all others.

I lived in limbo year after year
shed far too many useless tears.

Until wisdom stopped by one day,
asked me if I ever prayed.
I said I begged in every way
to find the strength to hear myself say,
Mother, I forgive you everything on this day.


Details | ABC | |

Mom

I think I am good
I'm like you
love is very...
sometimes something very difficult to discribe
I know you know what I mean
this is not really a peom
this is 
an apology
this is a 40 year old CHILD
saying
SORRY
for everything




Details | Senryu | |

' Sea-Saw ... ' 7th Senryu

‘ Sea – Saw ’     7th Senryu

    Sea-Saw, The Children
Go Back and Forth and Hearing
   Roaring-Waves, Rearing ! 


Details | ABC | |

there

Mom?
Love you
always so forgiving
i smoke
I think
I am my own person
Dad... he tried
But he didn't try like you
Mom, i'm gettin old
I'm gettin like you
I AM you
So, I'll make it.


Details | Quatrain | |

Premonition

Throw around legs
Throwaway hair
Biting her tongue
Tapping the chair

Dinnertime psychology
Filling her frayed mind
Undigested memories 
Too bitter to be confined

Eighteen years 
Blurred as if one
Opaque footsteps
Of a misbegotten son

“Dessert, mom?”
“No thanks, dear.”
Her plate is empty
Her conscience clear


Details | Diminished Hexaverse | |

Because I am...

Because my day is as dark as my eyes.
Because my mug of coffee is always half full.
Because my hero hides in a dark place.
Because my God is as my hero.

Because my eyes are as dark as the lake.
Because I was born into a dark soiled country.
Because I will die and return to this soil.

Because my fathers heart is darker than mine.
Because my mother cannot find the light.

Because my inside is as beautiful as the surface

Because I am, who i am.


Details | Blank verse | |

SkinnyHope

new cat pee on my old
skinny clothes
and I’m so mad I can’t breathe
at the cat and me
wondering if I should give up the dream
the skinny-hope that I find stuffed in
pants-drawers, and at the back of my
make-shift closet

I wonder if there’s anger trapped
in the fat of my ass 
I wonder what I’ll find is inside of me
if I lose the mound under my  stomach
above my thighs

a few months ago
I went on a diet of poverty
I caught myself in the mirror
and my mother stared back at me

I moved as fast as I could
out of that apartment
to a new town where being poor
doesn’t mean I’ll be thin again

and no one remembers 
who I used to be


Details | Narrative | |

Match made in Heaven

My voice
Alive with tone
Yet sharply censored
By a mind's take on years
Of historical notes

Tongue no longer sweetened 
By optomism
Or spiced with
Mischievous humor
Suddenly all I taste is
So dry
So predictably dull

Night steps forward quickly
Like a woman whose
High heels carry her too loudly
Over hardwood floors
I hear her sharp 
And definite approach

Darkness surrounds me
Like mink
Soft to the touch 
But cruel in creation
I lay my head down
And begin to dream

My lonely place in the
Darkness opens
Like a curtain
To reveal a carnival scene
Where pale pink cotton candy
Weaves itself gracefully
Around paper cones

I taste the 
Incredible sweetness
Its pure reminiscent aroma
So filling with the 
Portrayal of childhood innocence
A time lost and
So light in texture
I draw the moment in deep
To remember it well

My grandmother is with me now
Baking her rhubarb pie
Picked fresh from the garden
I'm sitting at her table
A bright-yellow vinyl tablecloth
Neatly drapes itself around
Oval-shaped wood

Loud carnival music 
Compliments my meal
I open my mouth wide
Grandmother, serving the perfect balance
Of sweet and spice,
Says softly
"Eat child...Eat"
And then walks away

Alone now 
I see the faint outline
Of a crowd in the distance
Lining up to take their turn
On the Ferris Wheel
I'm driven to the
Perfectly straight horizon
Vividly painted beyond
And to them

A wise-cracking clown
Accompanies me
Telling off-color jokes
And showing me "the ropes"
On how to effectively
Cut in line

I see my lover
Jeans torn and hair
Perfectly backlit by
The midday sun
He is at the front of the line
He is waiting
For me

All those behind him now
Have grown impatient
After all
It's been 
A very 
Very 
Long time

The clown presses my hand
Firmly to my lover's
Like a rose forever saved
Between brittle pages
And with a wink
Waves goodbye

The crowd is cheering now
As brightly-colored balloons
Lift up
Released
They have found 
Their rightful place
In the sky


Details | I do not know? | |

How Stupid

Some days I feel so INSANE....
All this anger, rage and pain
Is all rolling around so deep 
Out of my soul it surely seeps.

Lord how stupid was I?
I believed every lie,
I took every powerful punch
And boy there were a bunch.

Every choice I am second guessing.
Nothing in them is a blessing.
With every cry and every tear
Am wondering how I got here?

Now know the system I once believed in
Said all my decisions were all a sin.
The judge said my children she would take
As she believed that their interests I had forsake.

Family and my few select friends
Think that I have made amends.
But surely how can I?
When all I can do is ask why?

Why did I stay his wife?
Why did I endure all the strife?
Why can't I still be a mom?
Why can't I find that magic balm?

Why won't this agony go away?
How long must I continue to pay?
Can I ever really heal?
Or forever will pain be all I feel?




Details | Free verse | |

Quarter's Ebb Tide

Quarter's Ebb Tide
A quarter of a century
Stolen from the heart
Broken bonds
Deception thriving in secrecy
Trading in the ball and chain
For a different vice
With another name
Escaping your prison
Freedom awaits
It shall reign arrogantly
Like the court jester
That you have become
But, nothing has changed
Swimming in stagnant waters
Going nowhere
Running in circles
Tears fall because you are the same
Just a broken soul
Trying to find the truth
But, living a lie
Like the coward that you are
Smashing the mirror
That reflects your misery
Bloody hands of debauchery
Are all that remain
In your empty existence
Solitary rodeo
Diving in the crimson sky
Of tempting illusions
Falling to your death 

©  2008 Courtney Dyer


Details | Narrative | |

Shh

Shh…
Shuttered the stifling air
Confining her innocence
Clinging to a teddy bear

Shh…
Ruffled the blanket of lies
Concealing her trembling
The lids to her cries

Shh…
Echoed the corners of the room
Beneath the glowing ceiling
Of a neon moon

Shh…
Creaked the rays of flight
Unlocking morning
Pardoning night

Jesus, she whispered
Lowering her weary head
Do you know why my father
Comes to my bed


Details | I do not know? | |

TRAVESTY OF SANCTITY

Daughter, sister,
Wife, mother,
Adjectives of kinship
Are worthy of worship

Markers of purity,
Idols of sanctity,
Yet victims of atrocity!
Strange cozenage of sanctity!!


Details | Free verse | |

a song for her

where are you going little girl,
little girl?

where are you going little girl,
where are you going today?

where are you going
little girl
do you ever come out to play?

how do you keep going little girl
little girl?
how do you keep going every day?

when will you stop?
little girl
little girl
when will you come out to play?

what do you think little girl?
little girl
little girl
what do you do each day?

when will you sleep? 
little girl
little girl
are you sleeping
everyday?

you need to sleep 
little girl
little girl
when will you rest today?

come and rest in
my arms 
little girl
little girl
safe in my arms
will you lay

do you like the rose
little girl
little girl
will you love the rose
today

do you like the 
red red
rose?
little girl, little girl

as you rest peacefully 
in your grave today


by janetta harrington 2007


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Miss

My grandmother from this life
She taught me how to laugh
The dreams that she inspired me
A world that is only myself
almost 10 years since departed
It brings a tear down from my eye
Lonely and afraid
Cold with fear
Nobody could face YOU like she could
Come up to the smile and tell you what she thought
It is easy to miss the beautiful things that were planted
100 years in the Garden for her
Through the Depression
two World Wars
Rock and roll's first flirtation
Kennedy is shot
Vietnam and the rot
The rest you know already
As I said before,my fellow poets
it is easy to miss
The trees
A clear blue sky
summer showers
Birds who fly


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Foresight of an ode to mothers everywhere

Dear Mother
i dont l;like the drugs
and as I fly
so low and high
my way
turned loose
the drugs
well
they like me

Ode to mom
what could this be?
beaten on the floor
to find the thoughts of butterflies
beaten on the floor and chased away
the crack in me
to start my life again
he cant hurt you anymore
but its ion my way

And as i do it my way
they all fall 
like kissed roses in the falling leaves
of an s.o.s
Into the crooked queer cops
that squirm to swallow
what does it matter to the tiny dancers that hold the answers
when its not healthy to feel 

If i Turn you Loose
If your NoT afraid of your mind thats losing it
and the loves testing all of me
if you are not afraid
afraid of anything
to second guess your sanity

Dear mother can you find the light
to tickle me
and find the light
take it all over head over heals
as this world surrounds me
and as everyone makes this hard
will someone come rescue from my mind
when i picked my poison
turned loose to find
im weak and powerless
to feel open
powerless to feel that we are the same
begging for someone to help me
and its not healthy when we cant sleep at night

Love is testing thee but who holds the key?

When im delusional and complicated
can you see the tangents i explore after i have condensed the matter 
and been down before?
does it make sense to them all?
can you cure me out of your fears
drag the demons from me and sleep in the beauty of thoughts that magically 
heal me?

im far to oblivious to approach the treasured bliss
inside of me
to awaken miserably rescue the sleeping purity
im poisoned yet treasured and drunken on needles
to kiss this feathered winged angel one more time
whose far too fooled to wake me from my slumber
and sleep in the futility of the treasured desires
that lie inside of all of us withered souls

ode to Mother dear mother i have something to say do you see it in hear 
anywhere im looking inside once again to clean this closet with this stained 
hands to see why
did i turn out this way

mama
mama
mama

just turn away and know its not your fault
i pave my own way by riding coat tails 
and one day i will show you how
and hail all the poisoned apples
of hopeless sleepless beauties ive awoken to find


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Little Goddess in the Moonlight

a tiny goddess to the moon, 
one word whispers, "Unworthy".
in response, the wind carries a new thought,
"Child of wisdom, child of night, no spirit, no soul, 
is more worthy, more ripe,
then those unsoiled by the cynical rights 
of arrogance, self-importance, & hindsight"


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Sea Glass

Sea glass teeth frosted by sand
clinking their music held loose in my hand
Muscadine chewing, so sweet, less the seeds
walking like a girl who fulfills all her needs
Hair cut and coconut wax scent intrinsic
(the shorter the better to prove true cathartic)
I find less is more as I lengthen my stride
and become my surroundings, refusing to hide
Earrings of silver and sweet aqua ocean
from my momma to me with my soul, my emotion
Sand talks my bare feet into a run
while the silver threads from my heart are skeletal spun
I rip through the currents of woven clear air
like a shadow from clouds which have no time to spare
Frosted and loosely held by sky and by earth
I am my own music, behind my rebirth...


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Cardboard Box

Cardboard box
dormant and faded
tell me my life
forgotten and jaded

If God peeked in
would the Almighty sigh
he took my mom today
she taped your tattered side

Report cards, pictures
even a lock of blonde hair
grandma don't tell grandpa
I'm crying in his favorite chair

Why must we lose someone
to truly reminisce
was I really this happy once
him too I miss

Cardboard box
dormant and faded
tell me my life
forgotten and jaded


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What Mom Means To Me

I need someone
to wash my clothes,
to fix my breakfast
and butter my toast,
to give me some money
when I go to town.
I see a smile,
only turned upside down.
To do all the chores
and the yard work too.
In return, all she gets 
is nothing, what's new?
I like to complain
and maybe tell a lie,
but not until later
do I see the hurt in Mom's eyes.


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Memories From The Piazza.

Sweet titters hang as she dances 
Spinning and prancing down the stairs
Puddled footprints where she danced
In avarice as she eyes her dripping path
As mother grips her hand ever tighter
Awash with sadness I felt the protection
And how I have none from you
You burned white hot across my soul
Leaving a soft ash that slowly petrified
And as I watched mother and daughter
I could feel your fingers slipping away
Catching your glance as you walked away
I hoped there would be a lone tear for me 
Yet finding only a hint of regret.


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Amanda's Heart

And so she is alive tonight
moonlight floods her room
while every desire she dares to have
hangs motionless in the air

The tv is blaring in the very next room
She doesn't hear a sound
The children are having their big tea party
She sits firmly set in her chair.

The rest of the world thinks she's strong as steel
but she will combust as straw
She knows her emotions are boiling right over-
her passion for living to bare.

She closes her eyes to the moon
and swallows her tears down her throat
She pulls up a smile from her hopeful old soul
And sees if there's tea left to share.


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Donkey That Oversees The Cemetery

August the month of daddy's birth and death


Went to the cemetery today
It is a very lovely place
It sits upon a grassy knoll
A place just right for a stroll

Rural America, once the home
Of a country church
Where the congregation met much
No longer exists today..gone

Across the road fenced in
A donkey he-hawed a din
To let us know that we had kin
Buried there, where he overseed

The comings and goings
Of all that grieve
By day and by night
In the moonlight

All the ghost who
Roam about waiting
For that glorious shout
When we all will be gathered

To the heavenly choir
To sing God's praise
By the hour
Never tiring filled with desire

To worship together
Forever in the heavenlies


(I believe that when we die our spirit goes on to heaven not stay in the ground.  Only our 
body stays there and awaits the trumpet sound.  This is just a poem about going to the 
graves of my parents yesterday. Mostly it is true.  It is a Rhyme somewhat.)


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My Hate

No matter how I look at the situation, it is just a hazard
And seeing as if my mind will only take so much
Just go! Get out of my life!
I don't need you anymore!
I wish that you would disappear...

The flames of Hell is too great!
Even for the likes of you!
You're worst than the scum of Earth!
If there were such a level
You no longer hold no meaning in my heart!
To me, you're just blocks!
And I just want you out of my life
Just go and leave me!
You can be erased from eternity
But you have left a mark on me!

My hate!
Hatred!
My hate!
Hatred!

Even if you were somehow gone this exact moment
Those tombs of yours would still torment me forever on
Why don't you just leave me alone!?
Why must you continue to torment me!?
I hope that you just disappear...

Though I thank you for giving me life
Because I've found my love!
However, I don't need you anymore!
You're just a burden to me
Vanish from existence because I
Don't want to see you again!
Once you're gone, I'll be happy
For the rest of my life!
You can be erased from eternity
But you have left a scar on me!

The flames of Hell is too great!
Even for the likes of you!
You're worst than the scum of Earth!
If there were such a level
You no longer hold no meaning in my heart!
To me, you're just blocks!
And I just want you out of my life
Just go and leave me!
You can be erased from eternity
But you have left a mark on me!


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Mother

Want to get close to you
But know that you aren't within reach
You give me a kiss on the cheek
Yet tell a careless whisper quielty when my ears cannot hear
Denying your betrayal
Refusing to take reponsibility
Refusing to heal the wounds
Just want you to be my Mother
To be my fortress
To be my friend
To carry me when I cannot walk alone
But, you keep me at a distance
Without realizing it
You cannot understand why I don't call you
Share with you my inner thoughts
My feelings
My dreams
Trust and loyalty are the keys
You don't have them
So the door remains locked


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Miss Nonine

I wish
That I had a chance to know a mother
Like the ones others have
Like you
I wish
She had been one to care
Like a mother should
To love us equally
As we are
To love me a little
I wish
I could say I’d cry when I lose her
But all the tears I’ve ever known 
Were beaten from me
With vicious whips and cracking words
What would I grieve for?
I wish
I had memories like those I hear them recall
Of a mother who held them close
Who whispered softly “Things will turn out alright”
Who didn’t bribe them to hide their shame 
Who didn’t hide them to lock them away
Chase them away
I wish 
I had a mother I could call my mother
One I could call “Mom” just once and mean it
Like they mean it
I wish 
I could look back on my life and see the happiness there
Only this time unmarred by harsh words and deeds
Where I was given a blessing of faith
In hope and in a promise of happiness
Instead of despair
Instead of broken promises
I wish 
I wish I had a mother like you
Just like you


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Untitled #202 / Squirrel

 Why did you have to do that?”
“Do what?”
“Run over that [dead] squirrel?”
“Because I’m heartless”
“What?”
”Huh?”


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A Rose Lies Dying


A rose lies dying,
petals fall one by one;
scatter, wind blown and random.
upon fresh turned earth.

Bitter silence, 
cold,
indifferent,
wraps around my shoulders.
A quiet companion
I hold close.

Friends with strange faces,
smile sadly with inadequate words.
Doled out clichés fall
upon ears that hear only 
your forgotten voice.

Memories of years revisited
dusted off and polished;
lost days irreplaceable.
Life with out you carries on. 


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BEHIND

Tonight I stay late at the office listening to my heartbeat.
I wach the rain drops hit the window from my seat.
Behind this desk I hide.
Lately its been downing on me.
My life left me behind.
The only way I can find it again is to rewind.
To many nights at the office
What’s a husband to do?
But run to his best friend whose been true.
He needs someone to tell what he’s been thru.
I’m missing the love I’ve never knew.
It’s not his fault she was there,
I was always too busy to care.
Lately its been dawning on me.
My life left me behind.
The only way I can find it again is to rewind.
I think it’s the kids I miss the most.
When it comes to them I’m like a ghost.
The only thing they wanted is me.
I was to blind to see.
Behind this desk I hide.
Lately its been dawning on me my life’s leaving me behind.
The only way back is to rewind.
I only have memories behind.


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PMS

It’s that time of month again
Everyone scrambling and afraid
Scattering numerous footsteps
Like pouring down summer rain

Walking terrified on eggshells
Away they do turn
Finding a much safer haven
From past experience they’ve learned

Boarding themselves in their rooms
Their doors closed and securely locked
Hoping they have enough nourishment
Plenty of food and water has been stocked

Mom is not her usual self again
A week of hiding we can surely do
Waiting for the symptoms to dissipate
For positive signs of a newly debut

© Stacy Lynn Stiles
 


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Untitled #2 / The ancients say

The ancients say:
“Beautiful, the evening clouds
Endless, the distant hills, blue upon blue, peak upon peak!”
But after the splendor of the sunset
shadow creeps in upon the land, cold, dark, heartless
and though one needs but wait until sunrise
for the dead, that is an awful long time.


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Little God

My son doesn't know
His own strength.
Shadows flicker across the room,
Ducks, rabbits
And wolves.

He has made them
With his hands
And watches them dance
Across the moonlit wall.

He laughs as he creates
Creature after creature,
My little god.


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Somedays Ludichka, Somedays...

Somedays I wear you in an opal ring
with gold and with fire devoid of it's sting.
Somedays I tuck you in pockets of wool
reminding me privately I'm but a girl.
Somedays I show everybody your smile
gregarious nature, impeccable style
Somedays I hide in a nocturne and sleep
(Those are the days when I can't help but weep)
Somedays the moment you left is quite clear
you without memory though physically near
Somedays that moment is blurred and erased
leaving me silent, dumb struck, and in haste
Somedays I miss you like half of me's left
I'm stuck with the other half, beauty bereft
and somedays I know that you still are my voice,
the whisper of conscience I chose as my choice.


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Circles

Drowning in your perfections,
Strangled by your deceptions,
I am waiting for the truth and lies to be sifted.

I have known you longer than you me,
You watch me, but cannot see me.
You reach me, but cannot touch me.

Overwhelmed by your expectations,
Suffocated by your wishes,
I am never going to get to the corner of this circle.


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i swear

The little girl said "mama come and sit in here with me. " Then mama said "what do you want?"
she said "I am lonely."  "but I am right here in the next room and I am on the phone."  "mama I know 
that but I don't want to play alone- and I am lonely play with me."  is what her daughter said "Well it is 
about that time that you should be in bed."
The tears rolled down her little face from her mother's reply, then her mother wiped away the tears 
her daughter cried. "Baby please don't cry" she said "we have a lifetime here, I'll play with you 
tomorrow all day long okay? I swear." She tucked her into bed and kissed her on her dampened 
cheek, she didn't know that inside pumped a little heart too weak.
The next day came and then the same the conversation played now she would give anything to get 
back just one day. She sang to her that one last time and tucked her into bed she didn't know her 
routine would be changed for life instead.
"Baby please wake up!" she said "the doctor's on his way, please wake up so we can go outside and 
we can play!"  Her heart had stopped about midnight she had one final dream now her mother's 
tribulations echoed in her screams.
Her hands were cold her face was calm but had a certain daze of all the pain no longer felt about 
those lonesome days. It was too late her mama knew how much she really cared, but did her baby 
know she meant it every time she sweared? Her mother screamed and felt insane an unavailing cry 
and had to plead with God in disbelief her baby died.
"God please give her back to me God please this isn't fair, give me one more chance with her I'll 
make it up I swear!"