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The Best Mistake

You made the mistake and now,
your afraid to face this day. 

Your thoughts are racing through 
and through.

You wonder if your family looks at
you as a disgrace, but you'er mother
takes you and reasures, your very 
much loved in grace.

Even though your much to young
for this breathing little thing this
has become.

You couldn't just throw it out
like it was a peice of trash.

So you grow up and take the
path that led you to your best
mistake for years to come.


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Karen O'Leary—My Poetry Soup Pal!

She should have been Hera, goddess queen of heaven, the sister-wife of 
Zeus, king of the gods; she would have caught him one Friday night tipping 
Out while she sleeps to visit one of his plumy wives and over 100 relations. 
She would have said, “Sit down Zeus; let me inform you about the laws of 
Property settlement and child support in heaven with a concrete poem.”

She would have straightened up Aphrodite, goddess of love and lust.
Especially when Aphrodite was caught red-handed making love to
Her son, Ares, the God of war, she probably would have said, “Now look 
Here woman, quit messing with my son and creating all this rumblings in
Heaven with the gods.” I could see some Lanturne poems floating

She would have acted as the sister of Demeter, goddess of fertility,
Agriculture, and harvest, a sister of Zeus. Because she would have 
Blessed women with children who need them, and also farmers
With great harvest and crops to feed their families and sustain the 
People across the land, by waving a haiku poem in her healing hands

She would have screamed as the sister of Hermes, the crooked cattle-rustling
God; son of Zeus and Maia, who stole his brother, Apollo’s cows, then
Lied, and swore before Zeus, their father, “That even if I knew who stole 
Apollo’s cattle, I would not even accept a reward for finding the thief.” 
She would have gave her crooked brother, and son of Zeus, a flying senryu

She would have been with Athena, the virgin goddess of wisdom, reason, and 
Heroic endeavors; the daughter of Zeus, and Titan goddess of wise counsel 
Métis, especially when Athena appeared onto Swift-footed demigod,
Achilles, and told him, “Sheathe your sword and defeat Agamemnon, the 
Greek king with words of wisdom.”  I could see some wise epigram poems 

She was probably counseled by Apollo, her brother, god of music, healing, and 
Poetry; the son of Zeus and the Titan goddess Leto. Because she has cared 
For the sick in hospital emergency rooms, and has also stimulated us for years 
With her poetic muse. She has counseled many along the way and has calmed
Many storms with loving charm. “Hail my sister in Christ—Karen O’Leary!”

Happy birthday angel and wishing you many more for years to come!






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My sister's Smile

My sister’s smile

Fourteen years ago, my sister founded something, something powerful, something she wore everyday, a smile. A smile that could defeat anything that was against her and make everyone around felt nothing but joy. My sister had a disease, there might not be another tomorrow for her but she did nothing but carpe diem; enjoy every single moment to the fullest. I can barely remember everything that passed during that time, I was just four years old but it is impossible for anyone to forget such a unique and beautiful smile. One day she had to do analysis, another day she needed to take about 10 medicines and the next day she was in chemo, this process repeated itself by several months and I was amazed because not a single day passed where she didn’t give a smile. Most of the days she had to go through intense and painful tests so she can get better and believe me they were extremely hard, but she had something that motivated her, a kind of award. She had a little book that was full of happy faces stickers of every single color, size and shape. She loved the shiny ones because it meant not only happiness; there was a little extra that made her feel so good. She wrote on a notebook her daily treatments and she leaved a little space so when her hard day was over, she can put the sticker on the blank space she left previously on the page. She filled about 240 pages with happy faces and every person that went to visit her read the whole notebook and left the place with a smiley face sticker on their forehead. It is a unique and simple daily motivation she had and it turned out that it worked really well for her. Many people find happiness with material things such as new clothes, accessories, cars, luxury things, and etc. They forget that the little and simple things have the most impact in their life. My sister’s happiness was represented by a simple smile and most of the persons that she knew and where present during that time had received that gift she founded one day. Through hard times and sad days don’t forget to smile because one single movement from your mouth can bring the most powerful feelings that can defeat almost everything that stands against you. Just like my sister, she founded her smile and it turned out that it worked really well for her. 


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Worst Love Poem Ever Written

I suck at dying poems
Chemo poems, Metastatic Cancer poems,
Hair falling out in the shower poems
 
And I told a half truth
When I told you I could write you one
In less than six months (It's been eight)
I apologize for being so late

 
I wanted your poem to be pink and graceful
Like those ribbons
I see all over the internet
Filled with cheesy generic rhymes
That read like a Hallmark audition

  But already my metaphors are melting
And my similes are getting soft
 I guarantee you the rhyme meter will be off

 When I went to Google
And the typed in the word 'happy'
Three billion links came up

Not a single inference to
Breast cancer, hair loss
No redirects to mastectomies
Yahoo wasn't any kinder

 
The only thing research could teach me
Is that a good day on chemo
Is when your stool doesn't come out tar Black
And has no blood in it

Or when your urine
Smells better on Wednesday
Than it did on Tuesday

Sleeping less than 12 hours
When 24 would be better

  
America has more poets
Than it does alcoholics
   And Pot smokers combined
And you chose me to be
Your Breast Cancer
Poet Laureate

Trusting me to write a poem
About the biggest battle in your life

So I refuse to finish this poem
Without something bright and hopeful
 
And don't think
I didn't notice your Facebook activity
Had decreased by 88%
In the last three months

 
And you aren't really
Coming to any more of my poetry shows
Ever again. Are you??
But we still have March, April
Don't we?

 
But even if you had one breast
Or no breast

Or if you had less hair than I do
I promise to look only in your eyes
And never ever even notice
Or even think about it

And never for a moment
Would I feel sorry for you

Yes I suck at lying too...

 
But I don't suck at loving you
Or at hoping you wake up tomorrow morning
 With no Cancer at all
And that The Eiffel Tower will be right outside
Your bedroom window...

And I would be right there with you
Holding your hand while we look down on Paris
And you can impress me with your French again

 
And if I ever make it
To the Pulitzer Poetry board
I might lose a thousand points
Just for this poem alone

And my hopes for the prize will be smitten
And some old person 
With white hair will say
That was the worst love poem ever written


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An Epic Battle With A Simple Question

A beautiful heart pines from afar. To parallel freedom, we choose our master. In Love, the Dragon and Unicorn are! Celestial winged heart beats faster, Over mountain and ocean meet polar eyes. To parallel freedom, we choose our master. Embarking from sun brewed and moonshine skies Two alien races, in war, collide. Over mountain and ocean meet polar eyes. All brothers' swords raise, marching with pride. Sisters of heaven let feathers fly. Two alien races, in war, collide. The angered clouds rain blood from the sky. A new path finally found. Sisters of heaven let feathers fly. Brothers' swords low now to the ground. A beautiful heart pines from afar. A new path finally found. In Love, the Dragon and Unicorn are! In universe Out bound energy Where are we when we die?


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Since First I Saw You

Since first I saw you, it was your eyes,
mesmerizing, your gaze transporting
me to a realm, not of fantasy, real,
where young men go when cupid’s
arrow takes root.

Since first I saw you, it was your lips,
captivating, holding me frozen 
in anticipation of our lips brushing
for the first time.

Since first I saw you, it was your voice,
a crescendo, light, invigorating, 
each word you speak intensifies 
my hearing, enveloping each
note, time ceases as I hang motionless
savoring, memorizing.

Since first I saw you, it was your hair,
long, flowing, gently rising above
your shoulders as a slight breeze
passes through sending waves
of your essence my way. 
The sun magnifying each strand, 
highlighting the minute
variances of invigorating color, 
creating a halo effect, a portrait of
your beauty forever imprinted.

Since first I saw you, It was you,
my love forever more for you,
only you.


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My Little Sister

My little sister so wild and free
Always walking ahead of me
Never afraid to take any test
Papa’s pride, his little princess
You loved a brave as wild as you
And to this day you still do
But there was another who loved you so
And he stepped aside and let you go
You never looked back to see
Another loved him it was me
And now after all this time
The wolf has his doe
And the hawk is mine


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My Departed Friends

             Oh! Those whom I loved and cared that left this world
  Enjoying the bliss of heaven when my heart wreaths in pain
  Free from anguish and agony and attitudes apathetic and cold
Away from burning sunlight of hatred, ruthlessness and strain

My loving parents and my little sister departed one by one
The infinite mercy of the Creator granted them joy of heaven
 For me the luscious trees of love gave way to burning sun
       The path of life turned thorn infested, rocky and uneven
 
 The lustful demons of merciless world waiting for me on way
               My only weapon, my resolute, indomitable will
With God behind my relentlessness I conquered life in a sway
Lonely nights followed crowded days dreary, dreadful still

Then showered on me God’s sagacious and profound recompense 
Through love and compassion my beleaguered soul thrived
    On desert of life came the rain-filled clouds of loyalty of friends
    Roses bloomed, nightingale sang, life’s elegance revived

         But happy days are shorter than the morning dew’s life
You Manzoor, Arif, Marghub,.Nisar, Mehmuda, Ismat, Harry and Jo.
Who were spared the pains of this world of conflicts and strife.
Tranquility of heaven is your destiny, Aftab, Ferreira and Remigio

Your abode has elegant pink shadows and golden sunlight
    Fragrant rivers and gardens with flowers of colors unseen
Pebbles of emeralds and rubies present the sight’s delight
Gushing fountains, silvery lakes, hills and valleys ever green

 These bounties are rewards of goodness and your virtuous deeds
Your kindness, your compassion, and your illuminated soul
The Creator, most merciful and benevolent gifts beyond one needs
     More than lofty aspirations and much beyond your goal.

    Happy though I am for you I must still complain
                      Why you chose to desert me; why you left alone
The leaping flame of loneliness is my destiny again
The path to eternal bliss you took, to me you should have shown
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Harry

Subject:  Harry  
From:  Mandy Tams The Golden Girl  
Message: 
To my new brother Harry 
I send these words to you 
We haven’t had long together 
But you know these words are true. 

We shared experiences as children 
Even though an ocean apart 
My love I send as a sister 
The love from a sister’s heart. 

Your heart you gave many years ago 
To your sweet and lovely Lenore 
I pray that she is waiting 
And you get your dreams and more. 

You touched a piece of me 
That I thought was well hid 
With the story of your life 
And to the mire you felt you slid 

But you have loving friends 
That are there to give you love 
And from my heart I thank them 
And I will pray to the heavens above. 

That you will receive what you seek 
All you felt you missed in life 
That you will finally be together 
You and Lenore, your beautiful wife. 
© 20/01/2013 Mandy 

Thank-YOU, so very much. HUGS and Kisses
YOUR Brother...Harry

This POEM was written to me by
Mandy Tams the Golden Girl
        MY SISTER

 
 



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"I WAS NOT BORN LIKE THIS BY CHOICE"

"I WAS NOT BORN LIKE THIS BY CHOICE" 

My eyes are my voice,
I was not born like this by choice,
My eyes enjoy all they see,
And on most days I am quite happy.

My eyes are my voice,
I was not born like this by choice,
My voice, although not quite loud,
Can always melt hearts in a crowd.

My eyes are my voice,
I was not born like this by choice,
Please don't judge me because I am unable,
I don't deserve that kind of label.

My eyes are my voice,
I was not born like this by choice,
My mom says it's part of Gods plans,
I believe her, we're His biggest fans!

Are your eyes your voice?
Were you born like that by choice?
Is your voice quiet or is it loud?
And can it be heard, or felt, in a crowd?

My eyes are my voice,
I was not born like this by choice,
Some people think I am broken,
But others say, no, just soft-spoken.

My eyes are my voice,
I was not born like this by choice,
My smiles and giggles are not misplaced,
They are there on my pretty face!

My eyes are my voice,
I was not born like this by choice,
I have feelings like all the rest,
I am me at my worst, and my very best.

My eyes are my voice,
I was not born like this by choice,
Researchers are searching at a steady pace,
Rett Syndrome cure is their race!

My eyes are my voice,
I was not born like this by choice,
Look into my voice, it's plain to see,
A cure is needed for my Rett sisters and me!

COPYRIGHT ©2010 ~ Ronna G. Reid


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Marble in Columns on Green

On a slope graced with green
White marble stands in proud salute

For beneath these engraved pillars of memory
Lie the resting places of heroes

A solitary green fir looks down
As if sheltering the lost and the taken

So many names, from all walks of life
A father, brother a girlfriend or wife

On a sunny day, they glow radiant like their lives
On a dull day, they stand out against the greys

For the living, life goes on 
Tomorrow is another day


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Separation

I stare through the rear window as 
the car begins to move away  
With tears running the gamut of my 
Face my body trembling and wet with 
Sweat 
I choke with anger as the contempt
For this separation grows deep
I wail and I wail 
It is then that the memory of her tear
Filled puffy red eyes as she is cloaked
In a moment of sadness
Is imprinted on me 
And I became a broken child
On a journey to a world that seemed
To be without conscience
For no longer could I be her 
Protector and me the center of her 
Attention 
As the weeks turn to years the years 
To decades
A bitter emptiness haunts me
For when I search my memory  
Nowhere do I find ever saying  
The goodbye word 
To my little sister 
And I cry 



Earl S. Jackson
Mar 1996


Copyright © 2010 Earl S. Jackson, all rights reserved


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Remember what I taught you

A dedication to my grandpa, 
i love you and miss you,
Your legacy lives on within my heart


The sun can shine
So bright, it makes you blind
Fooling, deceiving.
Very misleading .
The world telling you it's a good day
With just a simple ray.
Penetrating your mind
Telling you to leave all that behind.
So you leave it … Searching for anything to find.
To fill that hole in your heart ...with something kind.
So you go for a stroll in a park
And see a dog with a playful bark.
As you step near
You start to grow in fear 
Foam in its mouth 
You notice your head dropping south
Chin down
And start to frown.
You realize it's not so sunny anymore
Rain pours
No more birds soar.
Drop to your knees
And freeze
Start to cry.
Then wonder why.
Why do I feel this way?
Looking for answers, you go to the bay.
Watching the storm come in, you hear someone say, 
"Remember what I taught you,
You have to be strong.
Find the right
In the wrong. 
Everything will be okay.
Some days will rain. 
Some days will shine,"
Looking around to see who it may be
You continue to listen to the voice from the sea,
"some days you need to stop everything
And pray.
The Good Lord will take it away.
I've always been your strength
Strong for you and yours sister both."
As you realize who it is 
You start to cry, from sadness…
And bliss.
"I know you miss me…
And I miss you too.
No need to cry, 
Oh Catelyn, oh me oh my. 
But just always know I'm here,
In heaven 
watching over you. 
If you ever need me.
You know where I'll be. 
Watching over you from the clouds.
No need to worry.
Don't stress so much.
Life happens.
It peaks
And it stinks..
Given , I wish I was down there to talk to you. 
But it's all in God's plan.
Everything will be for the better. 
Now I'm sorry I have to go,
Check on your sister and cousins you know
Whenever your feeling rough
Whenever life gets tough
Remember what I taught you. 
Rain may continue 
Life will happen in different Venues
But go dance in the rain
Let go of the pain. 
Enjoy the life God granted you
…it won't last forever.
Don't plan out the future 
God has his plan
Live his will out
Not yours
Remember your still a kid,
So smile and I love you Catie did"
Tears rushing down your face
Tears of joy or sorrow 
You don't really know.
Remembering what your grandfather taught you,
With his strength You stand up 
Something in your chest starts to bump
Your heart, it's whole
Alive
Beating once again.
Pain is gone 
And you live on.
Dancing in the rain
With only life to gain.


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Around that table, picture the scene
Self appointed leaders if you know what I mean
What were the topics on the Agenda that day
The Jewish race is about to pay

Who gave the right for this decision that's made
Who has the right to cleanse and degrade
To decide who lived, to decide who dies
Another chapter, I still wonder why

They came in the day they came in the night
Women and children pulled out of sight
Herded aboard like cattle and sheep
Many a family awoke from their sleep

Dazed and confused as they are taken away
Where will they be at the end of the day
From their warm houses and their warm beds
What must be going through their heads

As they travel through days and through the night
Up ahead, they see lots of lights
They depart the trucks and board the train
Their faces scared under the strain

Asking questions from family and others
Generations, sisters and brothers
Why are we here, where are we going
Windowless carriages with no way of knowing

We come to a stop, soldiers aplenty
Towers and wire, topped with sentries
What can this place be they have taken us to
As we head to large gates as they shuffle us through

Families separated, herded in file
Women and children, not one did smile
Taken to rooms where our heads were shaved
Is this the way humans behaved

Clothes discarded, as we enter the shower
No signs of water no signs of power
Doors slammed as we are all crammed in
History will recall this evil of sins

As we stand in the dark, chanting Jewish faith
Can hear the voices can't see the face
Noises above, do the showers start
The event has begun that tells us Humans apart

Questions and sighs, as walled vents show daylight
Some thing is falling then their slammed tight
A strange aroma starts to fill the air
As all around are screams of despair

Twenty minutes have passed and the quietness is rife
Two thousand people, two thousand lives
Pellets called HCN, or Hydrogen Cyanide
Contribute to this Genocide


http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-2.php


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After the quiet we all have to go
Dragged and carted by the Sonderkommando
To be dumped in pits covered by lime
A race to dispose by it's Human slime

Auschwitz, Buchenwald & Dachau slaughtered
Many a son, many a daughter
Experiments on children women and men
Some aged 90, many under 10

In 45, their end was near, how many alive would reappear
As Russians, British and US troops
Chased the Hun to their German roots
Each camp reached showed it's sordid past
Where millions of me, were massively gassed

In Auschwitz, to this present day
Birds don't fly, no animals play
The reminder is all for there to see
Those terrible days what happened to me

It's 1948, our Nation is born
From histories past, populations torn
To all who survived I wish you well
And our new born world, called Israel 


http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-2.php


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Just Reach

just reach your hand out to the sky
pull your loved ones back to your side

lets get to say one more goodbye
for we never wanted them to go away and die

as now the days and nights lay 
in such sweet disguise

so let us once again our lord
stare into their illumating eyes

as we reach out for them 
in your broad horizon sky

and get to hold and kiss them
even if their not by our sides

for if this is however feels when we die
then I'd like to be that angel in that sky

so I can just reach out right back
and wipe their tears too from their eyes



Tribute To Our Loved Ones
On The Other Side
May You All RIP


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To my sister on her wedding day

I opened my eyes and you were there
I cried for the first time, you still were
I looked up at you as I crawled on the floor
So happy you were, running through the door
I stood up on my feet and followed your footsteps
Innocently smiling, you watched as I made my first steps
We both grew older and started the fights
Still we’d play and laugh on hot summer nights
And on dark freezing winter days,
I’d fall asleep in your warm embrace

A real best friend I’ve found in you
Like a mother’s love; so sweet, so true
How lucky I was, life seemed so fair
Smothered with tremendous love and care
You taught me how love can be unconditional
You showed me such love was real, not fictional
You showed me how in two bodies one soul can dwell
And what it meant to be a sister’s protective shell
Sharing my life with you has been a great pleasure
Our sisterhood will remain my truly greatest treasure

You’ve now become a beautiful bride
And I look at you with indescribable pride
I wish you a lifetime full of love and delight
I wish to always see your smile shining so bright


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We Lost More Than a Dad

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost half of how we came to be
We lost we four girls first love
We lost our Best Friend

We lost more than just a Dad that day
Our Mom lost her Soul Mate, Her other half 
Our children lost their Papaw
We lost our family’s foundation 
We lost the glue that held us together

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost the Strongest man we ever knew 
We lost the man we looked up too
We lost we four girls Teacher of many things

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We four girls lost our Hero
We lost some of our Light
We lost part of our Heart
We lost part of our Soul

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost some of our Courage
We lost some of our Strength
We lost some of our will to fight back
We lost some of our will to carry on
We four girls lost more than a Dad
We lost more than just a Dad that day


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Family Grief Family Happiness

  
   Have you ever written anything without sub combing to tears ?
        
    My Family portrait in my mind , 2 older sisters , 2 brothers
        My Mother caring about all five in different ways
      Just with Mom & Dad there having the best of Holidays 
     My sisters laying out on the deck of river bank for 4th of July ~
          
      Listening to " Honkey Chateau " and all by Elton John. 
       music  a great memory ~Disco , Donna summer , Grease ~ Jaws !

     Dad's records to Tony Bennett , Hank W Sr. , Count Basie & Louis Armstrong.
          The music  takes me home in a wagon filled with children and a dog "Lucky "    
      My Older brother , athletic , always fishing & hunting.
                 My younger , my Rock , Swimming and netting for fish,
        feeding our Fat cat Perch off the rocks patiently awaits her food               
         
       the yelling , slamming of doors ,  tempers Flare , passion 
         Our Parents , passionate love yet passionate Hate .
        
        After being a Family of Seven , Divorcing their fate ..
         Why did that show " Dallas " bring out the Divorce in all ?

       Scottish ~ Irish ~ French Iroquois ~ Cherokee  
                 No matter what the mix ..Our curse Alcohol ~
          the  Screaming , Drinking , this memory I wish to shut the door on .  
        Going to A & W or making Cheerleading ,The Bears of course~
             Excited in Chicago !  seeing Elton John in the Summer of 1976 ~
        Cubs ,  museum of Wax , Museum of science & History , Pizza !
        
       Expeditions of discovery ,little brother & I finding arrowheads on the Shore.
             Our Grandparents Faithful Celebrations ! Chiffon cake , Apple strudel `  
        Our Cousins on Holidays , going for ice cream cones , 
          scent of wet rain on oak leaves ~Before Halloween was bought in stores.
        
           ~ That is the Family I Love ,
                     that is the Family I choose to miss ~    
                       
              


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I'm Going Home

,

Lord thank you for this life,
As I have lived a full life,
It was not always as I would have like,
But I lived it to the best of what I could,
I’m going home; Home to the place I want to be,
I’m going home to Jesus where He waits for me,
I have been a long weary believer, 
As I’ve been away to long,
I now know what I’ve been searching for, 
As He's been there in me all along,
I’m going home; Home is the place I want to be,
I’m going home to Jesus where He waits for me,
I have been and seen lots of places in life’s journey,
Now I yearn for familiar faces in familiar places,
I hear familiar voices calling me to come home, 
I see familiar faces looking at me,
I’m going home; Home is the place I want to be,
I’m going home to Jesus where He waits for me,
My time is near, the hour I know not,
I see Jesus' face across the Heaven’s,
I hear His soft sweet voice calling me home,
 I can’t wait for my real life to begin,
I’m going home; Home is the place I want to be,
I’m going home to Jesus where He waits for me.

By; Rev. Samuel and Esta Mack, OMS
Copyright 2011

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The Family That God Gave to Me

The Family That God Gave to Me I think about the family, that God gave to me... And think about where they'll spend eternity! I think about the good times, that we've had. And the trials we've faced... Both good and bad! God helped us to overcome adversity together! And proved his faithfulness... Today and forever! He showed us the Godly path, that we should follow... And promised to be with us! Today and tomorrow! He's proven how much he loves us! And how much that he cares for us! Thank you my lord, for all you do! Where would we be? If not for you? You've proven yourself over and over again! Thank you so much, for being our friend! By Jim Pemberton


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Did The Lord Build Your House

Did The Lord Build Your House? This house of ours is “plain.” But is still standing. We’re “simple folks...” By many people’s understanding… We may not have much of what is “socially appealing”… But we have love in our hearts. And this is a good feeling! We may not be “wrapped up” in much of this world’s entertainment. But we seek God’s peace and a desire for contentment. We, as a family, have one purpose and “calling” in mind. To seek God’s ways of being merciful and kind… Each day we pray with much thankfulness in our hearts… For this is where happiness and gratitude starts! We’re thankful to the Lord for his unfailing grace… And for keeping us together in this special place… We’re blessed to have a God who is truly worth finding. His word in our lives is precious and worth memorizing! “Unless the Lord builds the house, they labor in vain that build it!” God must rule and reign… So his love can completely fill it! By Jim Pemberton


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In Shadow of Raven

 Constance-Rambling Poet For Contest: Among The dead
By John Moses Freeman

~It is said of Raven the dead are fed…
     she walks in death’s broad ways among the tombs…
        in the valley of  the shadow of death…
          she speaks, they comprehend her bequeath!

~But death’s Lord be also Lord of life…
        his paradox thus be life and death…
         death having become mercy, where is thy sting…
           what of illusions but  life vesting death's fling!

~Souls treading in death’s dark and shadowed valley…
     having become wise as the serpent’s part…
       making straight and narrow the crooked place…
         lift up serpent's cure on a pole for a space!

~Adamant be the particles of light’s truth…
     adapted to dark illusions of scheme…
       until their serpent's darkness be filled…
        judgment fulfilled beseeches grave's cruel seal!

~Raven darkness be sister of the graves…
     her serpent divided her from light…
       in darkness she proves the plight…
         for darkness comprehends not truth’s light!

~Adamant love betwixt is a fulcrum’s glue…
     transpires chaos to order as one truth…
       thus the shadowed sister of darkness plight…
          is approved of elect lady’s light!

~ Thus in the very essence of Raven...
      truth of her life destiny is engraved in...Selah! 
          
By John Moses Freeman
For Contest: Among The dead
In Honor of Constance-Rambling Poet


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Little Sister

Little sister let me tell you a story I know to well, the path you are on will become a 
living hell. Please fear don't tell me it's too late, I don't believe this drug-crazed life 
is meant to be our fate. Little sister, Little sister listen to what I am saying, all I am 
trying to do is spare you from the pain. We only get one life, lets not waste it away, 
everyday, in every way.  Little sister do you remember we had everything to call our 
own, now addiction has left us all alone. I have been clean for over year, but it took 
prison to open my eyes. Little sister please I don't want death to take me by 
surprise. Little sister we have choices, tell me which one will you make. My hope is 
you won't choose to relive my mistakes. My life set a bad example for you to see, I 
am so very sorry, why did you have to follow me?


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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"


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Soul Sisters

Such an Amazing girl god put into my life.

He knew i needed you at that exact time

Funny when we met I thought you were to good for me

But when you approached me the sweetest girl I did meet.

From that day on we have never truly been apart cause I

carry you around everywhere in my heart. You have been the

rock when I needed a friend around, you have been the light

when the darkness consumed me and took away my sunshine

Even when were miles apart the phone connects us and keeps

our strongest bond. 17 years feels like such a short time but

I feel I have always had you in my life. Soul Sisters we were

meant to be.. You my beloved friend are such a fresh breeze

Even after a year apart it was like yesterday that we did part

so through the many miles and through the long hard road

I know this friendship will always survive. Your a burst of joy

to me each day I thank the Lord for the sweet blessing he gave!

BY:Christina McCullouch

7/28/2012


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Ridiculous Me

Watch this scene with both eyes and try not to blink C: --> 

I stood there... silently
Like a predator near prey 
I sneak behind YOU

You weren't even aware of it!! Ha-ha! 

I made YOU jump hIgH
Like a startled hare
I chuckle and smile

You know that mischievous smile of mine? 

Your reaction was
PRICELESS - you were so upset
But YOU forgave me

Well...I'm flattered. . . 

We laugh'd together (just like the good times)
In a chorus - our volume
Picked up extreme sound

Believe me - I could hear our laughter from a mile away!

But I'm glad I did
My best to make you giggle

Ridiculous me... 
Wouldn't you agree?


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The Day My Sister Broke Her Finger

One day my mother, my sister Debbie and I were out in the parking lot at school.
My sister Linda came to the car crying. She had an ice pack on her hand. When we got home,
my dad, who works at the hospital looked at her finger. Then my dad took Linda to the hospital.
When they got home, they told us that her finger was broken. The next day, she got a cast on 
her hand. Four weeks later, my sister got her cast off. I was happy that she was happy.




                                                        THE END







March 23, 1998
©2014 Honestly JT


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God Gave Us Brothers And Sisters For A Reason

God Gives Us Brothers and Sisters For A Reason!

God gives us brothers and sisters for a reason!
As children, we have each other, throughout the seasons!

We laugh and play together and do all sorts of things…
Often not realizing what the future of life brings!

As kids, we often share whatever life may give us!
And stick together, no matter what trials may face us!

But, as we grow older, too often, we part separate ways.
And lose any contact with each other for countless days!

I’ve seen all kinds of things tear families all apart.
Often, there’s some kind of
 unforgiveness of the heart!

If you, and your siblings, have reached a separation…
May you seek Jesus for
a Godly reconciliation!

As family, whatever divides, must be lifted up in prayer!
Where two or three are gathered…  God is there!

Just think about what the family unit has become!
The love of Jesus must be what binds us all as one!

Getting along as a family, is more than just a “feeling!”
The blood of Christ needs to bring an “inner healing!”

The family that each of us have,
 may not be here tomorrow!
Are you one who’s holding on to bitterness and sorrow?

May the words of Christ help us all to get along!
That through HIM, our families
will be STRONG!

By Jim Pemberton   10/20/13


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2 humans 2 hearts And 1 love

Once there was a girl with a tough personality. She was considered to be a friendly and talkative. She was extremely tough regardless of love and crashes. She had wishes and dreams but was never sure when it’s gone come true. She was hard working always to satisfy her family and be a great daughter. She was tough about love but at the same time she knew a special and incomparable person will come to her life, who will be very different than others. When and where she will meet him, she never thought about it because she believed that we shouldn’t look for love, the reason was that love comes itself. However let’s see how and where she finds that special person. 
One night after working so hard of her project she was bored.
“Oh God I am so bored let’s see if my friends are online I will talk to them but at the same time gone download a song” she got online but unfortunately non of her friends were online so she thought to herself why don’t I make a new friend she requested a random boy who she never knew before.  After a week passed and that boy accepted her request but they never got the chance to talk to each other.
“Oh this boy looks so cute but why can’t I talk to him” although she wasn’t trusting any boys but her heart would tell her that this boy seems to be a good boy. So she used to leave an offline massages for him in order to contact each other and be friends. One day they both were online so their conversation started.
Boy…Hi
Girl…Hi 
Boy… how are u and how did u added me
Girl… I’m fine thanks well I was bored last week so I randomly added u.
They started questioning each other and she asked him have you got a brother or a sister he answered I have 5 sister but no bro. She reply but I have 2 sis and no brother. The time of Salah came and she had to pray and she asked if she can leave the conversation and pray but he was surprised that she prays. After she did her prayers she asked him why were you surprised when I said its time for me to pray? He reply afghans who live in foreigner most of them are not religious. 
Weeks passed and one day she was so excited.
Girl… You know what
Boy…what
Girl… I have a new baby sister
Boy… congratulations 
They kept contacting each other even though he had exams on that time but he would still take out some time for her. At the same time he would study for exams. 

Few month later they became best friends and one day he told her that he like her but she didn’t understand what does he mean by like. She called her best friend and told her he told her that he likes her but she doesn’t know why he said this because he loves her or just a simple like. 
Hey dude … he told me he likes me but I don’t know what he means by that.
My Friend…  ha ha stupid liking is the first step of love I think he loves u.
She also liked him but she needed time to know him more. He was so innocent and respectful boy she had ever meet. They became so closer and their friendship turned to love after a passing of time. She didn’t know much about his family and background but however she loved him and thought he is a right person for her life partner. 
For every relationship to became stronger and trust worthy it needs time. Relationships are like building a house. Some relationship ends fast because it was build quick and the foundation was not strong enough but some relationships last forever the reason is that the foundation which that relationship was build was strong. The foundation of every relationship is trust, promises, honesty, truthfulness, modesty, respect and most important thing is a true love. Be the kind of person you would like to be with. Some people come into our lives, make footprints on our hearts and we are never the same. People are lonely because they build walls instead of bridges.    
She always wanted someone who is respectful and modest towards girls. Someone who is honest but she never saw any boy with those qualities in him, she only saw those qualities in him.  Even though she faced so much hardships, impenetrability and tests in life however she knew that when Allah tests you, it is never to destroy you, it’s to teach us something in life that we do not know. When he removes something in your possession it is only to empty your hands, for an even greater gift. She learned so much from those test and tried hard to become better Muslim. 
 Now they know each other and they love each other a lot.  She has a full trust on him more than herself. Even though they sometimes have argument for some Issues but their love is strong enough and they are a smart people to find the solutions. No matter what we face and how we act towards it but it shouldn’t affect a person’s trust and love in relationship because it’s so hard to make one and takes a second to destroy it. This was a good story. It’s sad that it takes a long time for people to understand values and life. We as people are so consumed with our own lifestyles and duties we have made for ourselves. 
I miss him more then he could ever know, I often ask Allah why did he have to go? I fell in love and he means so much to me, if he could look into my heart then he could see. I found something so special and it is for real, being without my love is so hard to deal. I'll be here waiting until I can be with you again, because not only are you the love of my life you are also my friend.
I just want to tell you,
I think of you every moment of the day.
And how much I love you,
Words could never even say....

I just want to tell you,
I love you with all my heart.
I wish for us to be together,
Never shall we be apart.


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A Story My Mother Told Me

someone always told me this with tears in her eyes...


(for Lata Sethi's late-mother, who was my mother’s ‘sister’ and who took us all into her heart, and for Lata and Ravi Sethi of Defence Colony, New Delhi)


a wife left South Africa in the 1960’s to join her husband 
who was in exile at the time...

in 1970 the husband was sent by the African National Congress to India to be its representative there...

the husband and wife spent two years in Bombay...

one afternoon the husband fell and broke his leg...

the wife knocked on their neighbour’s door, in an apartment complex in Bombay

the neighbour was an old Punjabi lady...

the wife asked the neighbour for a doctor to see to the injured husband...

a Parsi ‘Bone-Setter’ was promptly summoned...

the husband still recalls his anxiety of seeing ‘Bone-Setter’ written on the Parsi gentleman’s bag...

by the way, the ‘Bone-Setter’ worked his ancient craft and surprisingly for the husband, his broken leg healed quite soon...

but still on that day, while the ‘Bone-Setter’ was seeing to the husband...

the wife and the old Punjabi lady from next door got to talking about this and that and where these new Indian-looking wife and husband were from as their accents were clearly not local...

the wife told the elderly Punjabi lady that the husband worked for the African National Congress of South Africa and had left to serve the ANC from exile...

and that they had left their two children behind in South Africa and that they were now essentially political refugees...

the Punjabi lady broke down and wept uncontrollably...

she told the foreign woman that she too had had to leave her home in Lahore in 1947 and flee to India with only the clothes on her back when the partition of the subcontinent took place and Pakistan was formed and at a time when Hindus from Pakistan fled to India and vice versa...

the Punjabi lady then asked the foreign woman her name...

‘Zubeida’, but you can call me ‘Zubie’...

the Punjabi woman hugged Zubie some more, and the two women, seperated by age and geography, wept, sharing a shared pain...

the Punjabi woman told Zubie that she was her ‘sister’ from that day on, and that she felt that pain of exile and forced migration and what being a refugee felt like...

Zubie and her husband Mosie became the closest of friends with the Hindu Punjabi neighbours who were kicked out of Pakistan by Muslims...

then came the time for Mosie and Zubie to leave for Delhi where the African National Congress office was based...

the elderly Punjabi lady and Mosie and Zubie said their goodbyes...

a year or two later, the elderly Punjabi lady’s daughter Lata married Ravi Sethi and the couple moved to Delhi...

the elderly Punjabi lady called Zubie and told her that her daughter was coming to Delhi to live and that she had told Lata, her daughter that she had a ‘sister’ in Delhi...

Lata and Ravi Sethi then moved to Delhi...

This was in the mid-1970’s...

Lata and Zubie became the closest of friends and that bond stayed true, and stays true till today, though Zubie is no more, and the elderly Punjabi lady is no more...

the son and the husband still have a bond with Lata and Ravi Sethi...

a bond that was forged between Hindu and Muslim and between two continents across the barriers of creed and time...

a bond strong and resilient, forged by the pain and trauma of a shared experience...

and that is why, and I shall never stop believing this, that hope shines still, for with all the talk of this and of that, and of that and of this, there will always be a simple woman, somewhere, anywhere, who would take the ‘other’ in as a sister, a fellow human...

and that is why there will always be hope...
hope in the midst of this and of that and of that and of this...

hope...


(for Lata Sethi's late-mother, who was my mother’s ‘sister’ and who took us all into her heart, and for Lata and Ravi Sethi of Defence Colony, New Delhi)


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Dear little sister from another mister

You’ve been thrown left and right,
Crying to yourself every night,
Thinking all has gone wrong,
& you won’t be giving up after long..
You’ve been heartbroken 
One
Two many times:
From old boyfriends,
To lies;
Father walked out,
Baby killed by mistake;
Your mom has disowned you,
But she still shows you lust…
Everybody knows the truth,
The pain that you do not choose;
They see what you show,
But see me…
I, T’Keyah Wilder,
I already know…
You’ve raped and thrown from left to right;
Crying to yourself every night;
Everybody saying they understand,
But you know you’re the only
One who knows your pain ;
On this land…
It’s a matter of time, 
Before you kill yourself,
Stressing yourself,
Hurting you and everyone else;
Blaming yourself for,
Mistakes not purposely made;
Crying every time you feel like you just got 
Laid,
You want the true love,
Love shown from the heart;
Honestly,
Coming from your big sister; 
I think you need a fresh start,
Easing your pain with nicotine;
I’m surprised you’re not 
Sippin lean…
I know it may be hard,
To forget about the past,
But there’s one thing;
I must ask from you and I 
Want this to last;
Promise me, you’ll try your best
To stress less,
& pray more…
Listen to God;
Put him above…
All;
We’re not close like we used to be,
But you know I’m just a phone call,
Away…
Not far from you..
But I wish you’d  realize,
This too…
Stressing is not working,
Cause death, the devil, lies,
& fear are lurking..
Promise me;
You’ll try to be the best you can be…
Dear Little Sister from another Mister!
<3 RiP auntie bby ; djF .


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THE SEVEN DIVISIONS OF WOMANHOOD

To Shakespeare I give all due respect,
But the world must be a huge theater I suspect.
Woman’s the major player if not the star,
For she influences all with love from afar.
The main acts of her drama as one envisions,
Occur for my audience in seven divisions. 

First the helpless infant in her nurse’s arm,
Fresh from God’s hands smiling and warm.
Yet guiltless and untouched by worldly strife,
She is but a stranger to sin in this dawn of life.
In her pink crib she looks cute and pure,
With a smile on her lips so modestly demure.

Next as a tender young girl of school age,
With pigtails and grace she enters the stage.
An innocent young girl loving dolls and toys,
She has no taste for bruises, math or boys.
Her voice is like music whenever she speaks,
Explaining with emotion the desire she seeks.

In the sweet summer age she becomes a blossom,
And weathers the waves in the role of stardom.
Now she’s a young lady with a pure, creative mind,
Nursing dreams of a life moral and refined.
When put into the orbit of heart-consuming men,
Overcoming dying hope, her world she has to win.

As a wife she makes her home a true nirvana,
 Winning from the man she loves her merited honor.
 She is in hard times his source of consolation,
And in times of pleasure his joy and elation.
As a lover and a mate she continues to perform,
Keeping house and home through every storm.

Now for the most blessed age of female life,
She assumes the role of mother as well as wife.
Like God's miracle, the first is released with a hurl,
Then with tears and a scream from womb to world.
Before long baby laughs aloud and pleads for caress,
And mother love with playful smile grants the request.

Next the vestiges of youth appear a distant dream,
And spring's lovely buds now attest to her final esteem,
As she enters her mournful stage of the widow's woe,
Her glance upon her children falls as her eyes overflow.
She has lost all her young heart once fondly enjoyed,
And in the business of change of life she's fully employed.     

 With the final division, youth is now a faded flower,
 And she can bask in the coolness of the evening hour.
 As she enjoys the reflection of her progeny having fun,
 She is reminded that maternal pleasures are not yet done.
 She continues to impart knowledge necessary to sustain,
 As she guides their hopes to reach for the heavenly domain.



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Forever Changed

June 18, 2013 our world was Forever Changed
We where over halfway home
When we got the call from our baby sister

Said we need to get back home
We need to come as fast as we can drive
Mom really needs us
Something’s wrong with Daddy
The whole way we drove 80
Hoping & Praying we’d make it in time

Our Family & Friends were weeping 
By the time we got to his side
We knew our Daddy had been taking
And our hearts they were breaking
We never got to say Goodbye
We each softly kissed that man
We four sisters climbed in his bed 
We laid down beside him 
And cried just like babies
For our world was Forever Changed 
 
 


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Never Fight Alone

I got mad. Didn't know how to use my energy. So I made this song on the piano. I want to sing it with my brother when he's better. I hope he does get better soon. 
Dedicated to David. Just been so angry lately. And so sad. . .

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Verse I: (David) I was alone What can I say? I was lost Couldn't pray I was trapped In their games I regret it Everyday Verse II: (Laura) I was jaded By my sin Never sweated Anything Couldn't sleep Couldn't dream I was scared Of everything Chorus: (David) Within me lies a battle A war I just can't fight alone Can you hear me now? Will you hear me out? Before I lose the struggle I'm begging for some help right now We need to take a stand I need to be a man Laura: Your heart is in my hand Both: (You) I will not fight alone Verse IV: (David) I'm losing faith Can't find the way Can't erase The things I say I see the world Instant pain! If I'm anything I'm insane Verse V: (Laura) Don't talk that way! Just look at me! You are stronger Then I'll ever be! I pulled you in I pushed you free I was foolish Please come back to me Chorus: (David) Within me lies a battle A war I just can't fight alone Can you hear me now? Will you hear me out? Before I lose the struggle I'm begging for some help right now We need to take a stand I need to be a man Laura: Your heart is in my hand Both: (You) I will not fight alone Within me lies a battle A war I just can't fight alone Can you hear me now? Will you hear me out? Before I lose the struggle I'm begging for some help right now We need to take a stand I need to be a man Laura: Your heart is in my hand We'll never fight alone Never Fight Alone


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Virginity

Back to back we are bound
Hands tied, yet we defend
A treasure quite profound
Thought highly of by men

Hands tied yet we defend
Our innocence and pride
That for many has been bent
And, some have thrown aside

Our innocence and pride
Worth more than you possess
Although daily we are tried 
We are stronger than the rest

Worth more than you possess
Women own the power
Some sell it upon request
We prefer you climb the tower

Women own the power
A treasure quite profound
We prefer you climb the tower
Back to back we are bound

-Miranda Lambert-
**I will dedicate this to my little sister when she’s a little older :-)**
~Contest: Back to Back by: Paula Swanson~ 


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My ghetto (Pondering)

Ponder this thought my brothers and sisters with me…it’s just an observation 

from someone who has seen the same things you see, night after night as I 

walk the streets.

Who made that sister sell her body just to be able to buy your crack?

Who made that brother shoot another brother in the head, all over a piece of 

land that neither of them owns?


Who made that sister have a baby at just 15 when she couldn’t even afford to 

feed it or give it a decent home?

Who made that brother throw that trash in our streets, who told him he could 

write graffiti anywhere he please?

Who told that brother that just because he wears his pants hanging off his but 

makes him look cool?

Ponder my brothers now can you picture this with me...what if we stop trying to 

live black and instead just be black and do what we all just need to do to do 

right in life? 

What if we each took responsibility for ourselves and stop blaming other races 

and people for a ghetto we are each creating by the way we each are acting? 

So, you tired of this ghetto and you wanna get out? Then take a good hard 

look at yourself my brother or sister's and make sure that you are not the one 

who is contributing to turning this place into a ghetto instead of a place you can 

call your home.


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THE NOBILITY OF WOMEN OF MERIT

Even precious jewels cannot approach their value,
For the women of merit are priced beyond them.
Their beauty is found in the works of love they do,
And in their smile facing the future that is never dim.
Most arise at dawn when it is still like the night
And wrap round them bands of strength like corsets.
Going out like the cargo ships before daylight,
They conduct their business for handsome profits.

Their beauty is matched by their hearts filled with virtue,
For there is rich wisdom and mercy on her tongue.
Their clothing soft fair linen of purple and blue,
And open are their hands to needy they live among.
Men give them praise and children give them honor,
Since her public reputation is all to her credit.
Eschewing evil for the good at every corner,
They ply their gifts toward works of merit.

Oh to be her partner in labor and pleasure,
For her fire will not go out for the night.
Her company for sure has profit in full measure,
And lifts high the muse of good cheer’s delight.
Faith is her deserved and hard-earned reward,
For her strength and self-respect passes the test.
About her worth there is candid accord,
Among women her title is the very best.


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Detour

Carefree childhood
School days
Wedding Day
Beautiful girls
Creative seamstress
Met soul mate
Daily Joy
Togetherness
Forever after
Cancer
Detour...


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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.


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This is the TRUE Story of Six Sisters Part 3 The Guestbook

The Guestbook
I signed the guestbook, hoping that _____, Jenny’s mom would get my message and get in 
contact with me. In the mean time, every person who signed it, I got updates about.
Then, one Saturday, I got this e-mail saying someone had signed the guest book, so right 
away, I read it. It was someone named ________, from Ohio…and that she was Jenny’s 
biological sister, and she left a phone number. Now…I know this name…because my birth 
father’s mother had told me that name when I met her in January. So, I nervously picked up 
the telephone and dialed the number. Thank goodness the machine picked up, LOL…I said 
hello, my name is Melissa Powell, I am in Indiana. Jenny was my biological sister, by the 
same birth father, and I think that you and I may be sisters too. Give me a call when you 
can. Two hours later…the phone rang…it was ______…confirming we were indeed sisters! 
Then she dropped a bomb on me…I had another sister _____! Wow…I lost one sister 2 
weeks ago…and today, I find out I have two more sisters! What a blessing! So in the mean 
time, ____, _____ and I are getting to know each other, and our families. So we get to 
talking about possibly looking for other siblings because out birth grandmother has told us 
there are indeed more of us out there. So we look on Facebook with the names. ________ I 
wrote to about 20 _______ Even though when I saw her picture when I wrote her…I knew 
she was my sister…we could be identical twins! So a few weeks go by…then on April 3, I get 
home from Good Friday Church services and there is a e-mail from ______…Call me, I found 
_______… Not only did we find _______…we found _____!

So with the tragic death of our beautiful sister Jenny…it brought all of all us together!
Now we have the rest of our lives to be sisters and get to know one another. God works in 
mysterious ways, and we all believe that he brought us together using Jenny as our northern 
star. And there are even more of us out there! Current count…Six girls and we are told we 
may even have some brothers somewhere!




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Is It God We Trust Or Leave In the Dust

Is It God We Trust? Or Leave In the Dust? As our courts remove God from this great nation. We are left with a confused and lost generation! As God is taken away from our public schools. A huge tide of immorality is what “rules.” The Bible is often mocked and discarded. It was on it’s principles this country was started! Just about anything of God seems to get scorned. So many “rush” to worship many ungodly forms. As God’s name is often tossed and thrown out. We tend to forget what HE is all about! Too often, his plans for living are tossed and abused. No wonder, there’s many who are lost and confused! As people forget God and worship the fallen creature. They look to themselves and “glorify” their features. Many ignore God, and get involved in deep addictions. And with this, come disease, heartache and afflictions! As God looks and sees this nation “bleeding.” It’s his righteousness, that we need to be seeking! If we would humble ourselves, he would hear our prayer! He loves all of us! And he really does care! Won’t you come to HIM, And invite him in? Won’t you allow him to be your master and friend? He brings strength and nourishment to the soul! It’s only in him that we can be made whole! By Jim Pemberton


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A letter to my sister

loving sister
I write to you as a writer
know you are in school
Because you are still a big fool
Your being wise
wholly lies
On your book
that you should keenly look
open every page sister
read every text sister
Get that wisdom
Embrace that wisdom.

sister write every word
paint every picture
for those words
that picture
pictures your future
so don't sleep
for you might slip.

it is now 7 months
in your form three
I check at my wrist
my watch is ticking
click by click
time is whiled away
sister use every chance
exploit every minute
for you are worth
living this earth.

I have to say
that day
u got the accident
I realized you are a light
to several hearts
embrace that and shine
For you are a true NDHINE
you are the MARVELOUS GRIFFINS
Realize your potential
for you are exponential....

come next year
I want to praise you dear
I want to hear the people calling out
I want to hear the world shout
I want to see your parents Marvel
For they gave birth to Marvelous Marvelous.
May you live long and shine bright like white.


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Leaves Of Memories

Buds are opening on a tree,
Showing their colors of pale green.
As sun and rain flow through their veins,
They stretch their shape as with growing pains.

The warmth of the summer brings forth maturity,
A dark green color now dresses the tree.
Regal and strong she bends with the sway,
As she conquers the storms that come her way.
The wind scatters her seed all over the ground,
Her seedlings will be many when next year comes around.

As nights become cooler, her true beauty unfolds,
The green of her color is now beautiful gold.
When winter overtakes her and shatters her leaves,
Within each is lost precious memories.
She now stands alone , this regal old tree,
A testimony how life sometimes must be.


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Family

A decade in to
a new millennium,
a woman, nearing
a century on Earth,
braces herself in
a doorway of
the house,
she has lived in since birth.

Her oldest son unfastens his belt, and takes a seat at the end of her table,
where her middle son just fixed the legs of the chair; to make sure it was stable.
Her youngest son brushes the webs off the wall, and scrubs the stains from the floor.
Her only daughter packs up her pictures, and helps her through the door.

A decade in to 
a new millennium,
a life, almost
a century long,
comes flooding back
to the thoughts of a woman
who feels removed 
from where she belongs.

Her daughter tries to lift her spirits, (from the room in which, she slept as a child)
but no one could easily witness their memories, all being sorted, and filed.
Her house is dissected, and put in a truck that waits - like a thief - in the drive.
-The cumbersome stance; the delicate dance; together, they help one another survive.

A decade in to 
a new millennium,
a woman approaches
a century - passed.
A man in the attic
waves from the window -
Assuring her: 
This home will not be her last.


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One Minute Poem

My eyes can tell your mind is lost in time/ 
But my time was killed by the timers of life/ 
My eyes don't speak the same language as those who peel onions to save their time/ 
I cry because I love with all my heart in time/ 
I feel my heart is diving in time of rhymes / 
So I stand tall in time to save those who confused time before their time/ 
Time/ 
My time sparkles flames of love in search of kisses until goodbyes do us part/ 
God Damn at/ 
My mornings will not promise you definitions of making love to a poet/ 
It’s time I define my own time because this time multiplies rhymes of electrified kisses Amplified by seconds that makes time/
It’s times like this that blesses a lonely poet with parental kisses/
At that time/ 
My time told me squeeze her butt she will like it/ 
But what if my time caught me thinking backwards I questioned my time when I time my timing/ 
Maybe this is why I can’t finish this poem in time/ 
Remember when I said I am scared to admit other guys are cuter than me/ 
Well I felt like my time was missing something in seconds that makes time/ 
That's cos my time is not any seconds close to reality/
My time is never close to reality/ 
  


Details | I do not know? | |

The Nameless - for South Africans of all colours who fought for freedom


The Nameless


Slipping through the sieve of history,

the nameless rest.

Not for the nameless are roads renamed, nor monuments built.

Not for the nameless are songs sung, nor ink spilled.

The nameless rest.

Their silent sacrifice,

quiet ordeal,

muted trauma,

remain interred,

amongst their remains.

The nameless rest.

Not for the nameless are doctorates conferred, nor eulogies recited.

Not for the nameless are honours bestowed, nor homages directed.

The nameless rest.

They rest within us,

they walk with us,

in every step that we tread.

They rest within us,

they walk with us,

for their spirit is not dead.


“Your name is unknown, your deed is immortal”
- inscription at The Tomb of the Unknown Soldier WWII in Moscow


Special thanks to my dearest elder sister Tasneem Nobandla Moolla, whose conversations with me about life as a non-white person growing up in pre and post-Apartheid South Africa prompted me to write this dedication to the countless, nameless South Africans of every colour, whose sacrifices and dedication in the struggle against Apartheid tyranny must never be forgotten.


My sister’s middle name ‘Nobandla’ which is an isiXhosa name and means “she who is of the people” was given by her godfather, Nelson Mandela, my father’s ‘best-man who could not be, as Nelson Mandela was unable to-make it to my parent’s wedding as he was in jail at the time in the old Johannesburg Fort. This was the 31st December 1961.


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What is a family

It’s not the location of the family, it’s the location of your heart.

It’s a smile that fits like a glove made especially for you.

It’s a tear that erases the years of your absence.

It’s the love that binds your heart, yet never confines your spirit.

It’s an unspoken acceptance and forgiveness before you require it.

It’s the gratitude of birth and the grace of life. 

It’s born of blood, or an alliance of kindred spirits that cannot be broken.

It’s not always who you have chosen, but who has chosen you.

It’s the people around you that encase you from the world.

It’s the people around you that rejoice in your courage to face the world.

It's the people that you have the honor to cherish, encourage and inspire.

It’s where your spirit feels at peace and at home, 

It’s where your being belongs.


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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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A Prayer for the "Sailing Family"

Dear friends, I really don’t know you at all. In that vast wide ocean, you may feel very small. But when you sail, know just one thing, He’s with you always, many joys He will bring. So take in the beauty, and all of His Gifts, The water, his creatures and all in your midst. Even if you did not consciously bring Him, He’s always beside you, and there when you need Him. I know of a lady, she’s one of your girls. She mentioned that you would be traveling the world. So, though I don’t know you, I wish you the best! Safe, happy travels…knowing He’ll do the rest! Take in every moment, sun rises and sets. It sounds as though it’s as good as it gets! My prayer is this, that your Travels be well. So bring back some memories and stories to tell! Michelle D. 7/14/10


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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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Some Advice in This Sonnet

Some Advice in This Sonnet

A few words of advice in this sonnet:
Don’t hurt, if you too don’t like to be hurt.
When bad deeds return, you might regret it.
So watch your deeds, and take care of your words.

Always know that from above you’re being watched.
On your right and left are angels writing –
Collect whatever good deeds you may lack,
To please God and meet Him while He’s smiling.

Avoid supplications prayed against you,
Especially those of righteous Muslims.
Beware of everything you see and do –
Know that on Judgment Day, you’ll be questioned.

Obey Allah’s Rules, and good you shall get.
If you displease Allah, yours is regret.

Miriam / Mariam Mababaya


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A Coin For My Pocket

A coin for my pocket sir
for something to eat?
with no mum and dad 
we beg on the street.
Not eaten for two days
my little sister and me.
A coin for my pocket sir
for a warm cup of tea? 

A coin for my pocket miss
to get shoes for our feet?
We haven’t got a penny
or anywhere to sleep.
Our feet are really sore
without shoes they bleed.
A coin for my pocket miss
for something we need?

Here is the money mum
from begging on the street.
Got a lot of coins today
from fooling who we meet.
They give us their money
in the old marketplace.
Taking pity on my sister
with her grubby little face.


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Brother and his newborn sister

For the very first time
He discovers a new face
As he stares into her eyes
She drifts off into space.

“This is my little sister?”
He questions the man above.
“Why she is very beautiful.”
“Pure as a heavens dove!”

For the very first time
He held her in his hands
He too, then drifted off
Now he understands.


Details | Ballad | |

A Better Life...

A Better Life

I don't know why she hides,
I don't know why she shivers,
I don't know why she cries,
I don't know why she quivers,

Daddy's girl is all alone,
And I don't know how to help her,
Daddy's world is all but blown,
And I don't know what to tell her,

What happened to her confidence,
And her self assured way,
Which used to be so prominent,
In all she did or would say,

Who stole my little girl’s heart,
And drove her to such confusion,
She now slowly does her part,
As if all she has is illusion,

She knows I would kill any other man,
For doing such harm to my little girl,
But this is much more than I can stand,
As it has forever blown apart my world,

They took ‘steps’ to the next level,
And now they each look to me in despair,
I warned them each to be careful,
But the forbidden fruit they shared,

Now I look at one without trust,
Yet I still love my son so very much,
I still hold her distant as I must,
But she needs Daddy’s healing touch,

Why do I have to be the bad guy,
When my children need my help,
I pushed one out and I still cry,
While I can't help her help herself,

There is no way to win here,
And my tears won't stop falling,
I have lost them both I fear,
And my fears won't stop calling,

I don’t know what to do anymore,
Or how I can help either of them,
Both children my heart cries out for,
But the truth is neither can win, 

And for this my darling kids,
I am so sorry I can’t decide,
Which to disown or which to kiss,
When I am actually on both your sides,

So I pray that both her and him,
Of whom I am so very proud,
Do not give up and become victims,
Who wear this pain like a shroud,

I pray both of you hear my advice,
Get over this hardship and understand,
This lesson with its terrible price,
Is one where you do as best you can,

To forgive and move on from here,
Without Dad having to choose a side,
And to let go of all that you fear,
If you want to grow to have a better life.


Details | Light Poetry | |

The Years To Long From Before

The Years To Long From Before


How the years go by from the time your just learning to walk till the time you walk out of your parents house.There are time when you ask "Where did all the time go?"
Life is a dangerous games filled with birth life and death.If I could rewrite thing I think i would danger everything with only one note.Life isn't fair life is to short life is twist and turns and around again, one day we all will be faced with your death beds our coffin and then the dirt over us.I wish i could fall until I fall there no pain in falling there no worry in following there is no death in falling,can you ever relive falling until you fall to hard that you hit the ground that you fall broken? How do I steal your emotions so you can't ever worry again? Should I try harder to make you realize that the trust you put into me won't cause you grief won't cause you to leave me in a black box? There is this ever lasting light this perfect time to tell you that time before you grow up trust in me.Dear child dear sweet one what have I lost you to? you was young once bright you made my day full of joy and full of worry I can't believe that now I can't do but worry but then the way you stride yourself make proud.How many years gone by from your first words now look your to old for you to ask me to help.



This i dedicated to my mom,my younger brother and sister who even to day have stop needing the big sister and to my mom who know this feeling all to much,I love you guys so much


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On Turning Sixteen

On Turning Sixteen

At sixteen seconds you cried
And so did I 

At sixteen minutes 
I held you and you held me
by the heart

At sixteen hours 
We were heading home
and our family now 
numbered four

At sixteen days 
Our family was conflicted
Our little man now had a
problem; daddy had another 
child in his life …

At sixteen weeks things 
Were getting crazy
Long nights, loud nights
Son and daughter now
Starting to find companionship 
Comforting. 

At sixteen months
little sister stare,
her hero brother.
Steps becoming strong and sure
Beautiful golden-brown hair
The skin, the smile on waking,
Umber eyes

At sixteen years
Driver’s license
Self-assurance, doubt
Edge of womanhood
Brother and sister BFF
Fleeting childhood
Undying love
Happy Birthday


To Ceci from Dad on her 16th birthday (7/01). Much Love.


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The Apple PASTURE

DONE



                             The Apple PASTURE

Oh how I long
To drift into the apple pasture.
Were once was and all well meet.
A pure and dear site.
Where silver reflection cover the still waters that holds the golden
grains of martilty and the grazing souls lie young amounce no stars.
Oh how I long
To drift into the apple pasture
Were wins smells of melon and the trees whisper spring corals in the mellow dark and best of light and time creeps into no tomorrow.



                                               Jay


Details | I do not know? | |

I love my little sister with all my heart but please help me understand

I love my little sister with all my heart 
But she is always in my personal life that has nothing to do with her 
She tells me to stop going into her personal life that I am not in 
Well I have a life 
I have feels inside me to although some times I may not show it 
I have other feelings other then love 
I have other feelings then boys 
More importantly I have feels about who I am in life 
Who I want to be 
Who I am now and who I wanna be 
How can I tell her that I dont wanna always have her writing on all my poems 
How can I tell her that not all the poems are about me 
How can I tell her everything that I just wrote in this ?


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Sister

Sister To you sister - I want to say - that I love you, just as you are. I don't expect you to change. You are alright just as you are. I will not criticize you if you make mistakes. I will only try to help you, if I can. If you reach your goal in life. I will be happy for you. If you you have problems, I can not solve them for you, but together we might find a solution. If we are walking together and you stumble - I will give you my hand so you won't fall. I can not live your life for you, we were each given a life of our own. All I can do, is be there if you need me. If your heart gets broken - I can not fix it, but together we can pick up the pieces. If one day I hurt you, I will apologize. If you want to stay away from me - I can not stop you. All I can do is give you my blessing and wait for you to come back. So dear sister I want you to know, that you are special and always will be. When you get lonely, sad, or blue - call me. I will always listen to you...
10/22/2012 Written by lucilla M. Carrillo


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A DAVID FOR DAVID

~ David Cassidy ~

Sharing a room with my sister 
David was plastered over each and every wall
It's a wonder she'd never got a paper cut or blister
From all the posters she did lovingly install.

David watched me as I fell asleep each night
Smiled at me each morning when I awoke
My sister claimed him hers, citing love at first sight
He would one day be my brother, became our private joke.

When I started dating, in David I would secretly confide
He told me find a good one for "Breaking Up Is Hard To Do"
To "Strengthen My Love" and look far and wide
Stressing that "Love Is All I Ever Needed" to get me through.

Our David from the soup tells me pretty much the same
His words of comfort and wisdom helped me in times of need
I consider him my Bro, even though we don't have the same last name
No one can ask for a better friend and poet, he is the best indeed!

So Bro, "Ain't No Sunshine" when you're gone
Our prayers are with you and your wife 
Have faith and hope as each new day does dawn
That this is just a temporary bump in the road of life.

With love, your Sis


Contest ~ DAVIDS FOR DAVID


Details | I do not know? | |

For Men Everywhere One Billion Rising

1 Billion Rising.

For Men Everywhere.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

Stop!

Stop the abuse!

Of grand-daughters,
colleagues,
daughters,
girlfriends,
partners,
mothers,
sisters,
nieces,
wives,

all women.

Listen!

Listen to the voices!

Of grand-daughters,
colleagues,
daughters,
girlfriends,
partners,
mothers,
sisters,
nieces,
wives,

all women.

Think!

Think of how you treat,

grand-daughters,
colleagues,
daughters,
girlfriends,
partners,
mothers,
sisters,
nieces,
wives,

all women.

Act!

Act now to change yourself!

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

stops when you stop,

the violence,
the abuse,
the rape.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

is perpetrated by,

grand-fathers,
colleagues,
boyfriends,
husbands,
nephews,
brothers,
partners,
fathers,
uncles,

men,

all men.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

stops when us men stop,

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

today, now.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!


Details | Ottava rima | |

The Fire Glows

Before the fog, when music rang
The house was warm; their love abide.
Sweet children to good parents sang.
While standing safely by their side,
The fire glowed and music rang.
Protecting strong from dark outside.
The cherubs watched until the tomb.
When orphans life took flight to doom.

Their mother’s harp made magic sounds,
Like angels dancing on the wind –
The little ones to fear were bound.
What fate for orphans would transcend?
The streets were cold; no warmth was found.
Two broken spirits hope would mend.
There perfect virtue white as snow.
Abyss of darkness let love flow.

An icy sidewalk cold and bleak,
Two children stood with freezing feet.
A night of refuge they must seek.
Too soon, the sun finds its retreat.
Where, strangers walked; sisters were meek.
How loudly those young hearts did beat.
Then, came the angel, golden hair.
The guardian took them to his lair.

Copyright January 14, 2014
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

Written for Poetry Soup Meme er Contest: Let It Snow- 12 Paintings of Winter Free Sponsor	Isaiah Zerbst
Inspiration from Philip Calderon’s painting, The Orphans


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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


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Invisible

They
Are
Among us.
Not alien
But more
Like us than
You will ever know.
They are
Neighbors
Dying
Of
Disease
And 
Hate
And
Grief.
They live
Next door
Behind walls
Built
Not of stone
But of fear.
Hungry
Penniless
Alone.
They are
Stereotypes
Birthing
Children.
Ad dictions
Carving
Flesh from
Bones.
They are
Sold
Into
Slavery
Beaten
By
Other
People's
Philosophies.
They are
Invisible.
But not
To
Me.


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Through A Prison Glass

You came unexpectedly, and i was surprised,
you smiled and placed your hand on the glass and cried.
I leaned my head against the glass and told you i am sorry,
i whisper through the phone line, ill start a new story.

You knew i was innocent but you still didn't believe me,
the only person i thought that would stay by my side but you couldn't be. 
Mom standing by your side and not wanting to talk,
i got really upset that you came at all cause i didn't want to see you walk. 

I needed you, when i was in need,
i was there for you when ever you didn't want to bleed.
I loved you and i cherished you with all my heart,
but before you left your words hit me like a really sharp dart.

You said i failed you,
you cried to me and i knew it was true.
But i needed you to understand me,
but you went your way and upset me.

The glass is now empty and i cant find you even with the fact that I'm out,
i tell you i love you but all you do is shout. 
I've lost you for good this time, 
so i think i have to do one more crime. 


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Sabbath Morning Rap sequence 1

Learn not too late to halt the hate,
Bound to be ground in the dust of disgust
We're pierced and fierce, fulla rings and things
We're blued and tatooed and God is booed.

Crude dudes are misconstrued
with actions vulgar,vile and lewd.
We're found down ground in sound,
totally tatooed in terrible taste,
in a mindless race for the loudest base.

Hate to dis your myth but God exists,
'Tis a truth deduced by the less obtuse,
You understand He did become man
For His love of us all because of the fall.

He suffered and died being crucified,
He pulled His people from the pains of hell
and rose from the dead He's alive and well,
I tell you no lie He's got no rival,
It's right there written in the holy Bible.

He arose to heaven so to send the Spirit
to His brothers and sisters who wished to hear it,
He said I leave you my Love I leave you my all
but you gotta say yes to heed my call.

Don't follow the world that ain't the place,
You want to be with Me when you finish this race,
Orphans you're not  you have been taught,
I will help you find Me if I'm sought.
                  
                       Amen


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Full House

Naughty little brother hitting people just for fun,
Soppy little sister snuggles up to harassed mum,
While other sister Lesley thinks she’s in a royal court,
And “Ten Ton Tim” throws the tennis balls he’s bought,
One hits little Lesley on the head with quite a force,
She storms off to her room, in a nark again of course,
She slams the door behind her once she’s made her way upstairs,
And then there’s the twins, I know that trouble comes in pairs,
Michael’s riding Richard with his undies on his head,
While Craig from down the road is wearing swimming trunks instead,
“Ten Ton Tim” then offers the other boys a fight,
One which probably won’t finish until very late at night
“You and Craig onto me!”; a tempting offer to the boys,
Who start to rush towards him brandishing their army-toys,
Lesley reappears from the dark behind the door,
Intending not carry on moaning any more,
Dad is quite sensible at stays at work ‘til dark,
I think it’s more crowded here than in Noah’s Ark.
Mother calls for quite but the noise just carries on,
‘Til Craig suggests they go to his and then the rabble’s gone!




(Written at the age of 9 or 10)


Details | I do not know? | |

One Billion Rising

Today we rise.

No more hiding in the shadows,

of culture,
creed,
tradition.

No more silent complicity,

defensive arguments,
sickening pretences,
shabby excuses,

for the actions of men,

brutal and coarse and vulgar and obscene and murderous and abusive.

Today, we rise,

as one.

Today the change starts,

with me,
within me.

Today we rise.


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A True Credo Of Love

(To All Who Believe It Can Be Achieved)


Caucasoid, Mongoloid,and Negroid
Colour the conscience progression 
of Man's ethical Truths...
The cultural aggressions of violence
and ignorance must end!
Extend your heart, hand and life
Towards the Precious Don of Honour...
Freely, keeping the sincere
Brotherly Creed


 

Comments:  Brothers and Sisters it is time that we stand up and let the Love of God in, after 
all we are all one in the same under the skin, so why not give it a grand try... One Love and 
Many Blessings in Him Always, Adell


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a Angel dedicated to all my angelic friends

I thoughth I saw an angel
so lovley and  dressed in white
I thought I saw an angel just the other night
angels come to guard us and they help us along our way
Angels are around us every single day
I thought I saw an angel
I belive in angels and know  that they are true
I  did see an angel and they looked just like you.  Amen  xxx

For he orders his angles to protect you where eevr you go psalm 91  v11

see I am sending an angel before you to protect you on your journey
and lead you safley to the place i have prepared for you  exodus 23 v 20

keep on loving each other as brothers and sisters, dont forgert to show hospitality to strangers, for some who have done this have entertained angels without relizing it Amen  hebrews 13 v 1&2 


Details | Senryu | |

A child's life

The eyes of children
Wild with laughter and vigor
So clear and so bright

By: Misty Leccese
© June 23, 2009


Details | Fibonacci | |

Ruthless Deceptions

Lies
told
to self.
In spite of 
one’s own inner voice
you deceive more than just one’s self.
Creating doubt in Ye making some become lost souls.
Always is the enemy on the hunt destroying life within creates in you sin


Details | Free verse | |

My Living Sister

That place where memories linger
beyond the towering pines

Where a limb held swing 
Once tethered on higher hopes
That stretched the ropes
On laughter that knew no bounds 

That place where memories linger 
Just there beyond the pines

And on that minute past, 
when all of light turn dark alas
And time and weather hungered ever
That wood and rope 
could not last

But out such things did  
a goodness hold
on laughter swung out 
fearless, bold
higher, ever higher!
to time and weather 

That place where memories linger
Just there beyond the pines -


Details | Cinquain | |

Eyes On Me???

Eyes on me,
People watching,
In my direction?
Can't they look somewhere else?

Feeling uneasy,
Discomfart rises, too.
Afraid to mess up,
Afraid to fail.

Eyes are on me.
I feel pale.
I freeze.

I don't want
The attention.


Details | I do not know? | |

My Life Story - Part 1 - The Early Years

Well I was born a bouncin' baby boy,

On June 23rd in Danville Illinois. ( Ill-i-noy - the s is silent)

 

My mom will never forget that special date,

Back in the year of '68.

 

Another birth in September of '70,

Ending in heart-wrenching tragedy.

 

My sister would've been my friend and pal,

But she didn't make it through the birth canal.

 

I would've been her big brother just two years older,

Mom was heart broken - didn't get to hold her.

 

Trying to write this is making me cry,

I can't stop thinking "Why God? Why?

 

Why did you take this bundle of love?

Did you need another angel above?

 

Well something good happened in August '72,

My mom married the only dad I ever knew.

 

I may not be of his own flesh and blood,

But he still called me "Son" and "Bud".

 

My dad adopted me and gave me the family name.

He treated us all one and the same.

 
- Love you mom ! -

- In loving memory of my sister (08/25/1970) also

- In loving memory of my dad (07/08/1947 - 01/16/2005)

I started this poem with the intentions of making it part of a

My Life Story collection of poetry. I'm not sure if I will continue

on with this intention or not. Should I decide to continue on with

My Life Story, the next stage will be concerning my childhood - and

the problems I went through as a young child.


Details | ABC | |

Never Thought It Would Happen

We began so little and young, 
Life beat us bad and twisted our tongue.
You and I walked a pretty rough road I can say
When you stumbled I was always there to make you stay.

Stay and not give up, I didn't give up on you than, so I wont give up on you now, 
We danced our life so brutally and softly, but this time you didn't look my way and bounced. 
I thought we would go on like this forever, but I guess like people say, 
Nothing lasts forever.


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 | I do not know? | |

You call yourself a father

Growing up was hard for me,
I think i grew up to soon,
I had to take charge in the big brother role,
But also i had to take hold to the father role somehow.

My mom was the only one who was there for her children,
We knew that she loved us,
She was in love with my father but he wasn't faithful,
So she found someone else who showed her true love.

My siblings never truly understood it,
I tried my best to encourage them to behave,
Which they listened but to a certain point,
Finally my mom married her true love and the caos began.

My father tried to step back in the picture,
My siblings began to side with my father not knowing the seriousness,
I decided to talk to them one-on-one but neither of them listened,
They wanted for my mom and father to be together.

One day my mother sat them down,
Telling them the hurt and pain she experienced with my father,
She explain to them the whole nine yards,
They understood then and began looking at my father differently.

Getting to the stage of middle school,
We began to see less of our father,
It was his choice...not ours,
He wouldn't call for our birthdays or holidays,

So we leaned mostly on our step-father,
They wouldn't accept him as father,
He would do all he could for us,
But instead the only one(s) who really let him be a father figure was me and the 
youngest brother.

My step-father loves my mom and has been there for her going on Fifteen years.
He is a firm talk like he's a policeman or something,
But he is a nice person.
My mom loves him and so do we.

So this is a message for all of the children out there who has a no good father....if 
your mom has a man or husband, please treat him right because he is there to 
protect your mom and you all. Thanks for listening!!


Details | I do not know? | |

SHE GOT HER WINGS TONIGHT

As I sat by her side
Speaking of the times 
Of the good ole days
That we’ve had 
quickly rushed by

Knowing that God sent you
To spread His Divine word
For all people and to tell me 
Love and Truth be heard
 
So they and I too..  within time
Shall have a New beginning
Without end…
With Our Savior 
Jesus..  Christ
Our Divine

As I seen 
And watched you 
take your last breath
and knowing Jesus
gives us eternal life.. 
after death 

After a long battle 
fight of living this earthly life.. 
I know. .. Jesus 
called your name tonight

Took you home
To be by his side
Giving you wings
So you can fly…

Tonight you 
received your wings
Knowing is far better 
Then any earthly things..

For now you.. 
My beloved sister
Stepped across
within heavens gates

and received your wings.. 
Now an Angel 
along with the many 
Angels whom Sings

Rejoicing Praising
All for  Jesus Christ
Our Savior.. 
Our Majestic King..

Come to Jesus
Glorious giver of Eternal Life

~Dedicated to My Beloved Sister~
~she received her Angel wings
                        Jesus called her Home tonight~
            ~I Love you.. Sis.. 
                           I will see you again.. in Time~


Details | Rhyme | |

I was Beautifully And Wonderfully Made

I was beautifully designed and wonderfully made… There’s nothing that God has given to me that I would ever trade! I was fashioned and created by God… With one thing in mind. To be an image of HIM… In a body by his design! He fashioned and formed me with the dust of the ground... He gave me his love. It ‘s all around! Though there are imperfections and “inflictions” within… God is patient and willing to forgive my every sin! Through life… I’ll endure trials, heartache and despair... God is with me... He’s always there! I know that his son, Jesus… Has given me his grace. He has provided for my life… “A resting place…” I’m going to serve this God… Whom I love so much! How I long for his presence… His “special touch…” Thank you God... For a “new” person you’re helping me to be! And may your light continue to shine through people like me! By Jim Pemberton When I'm going through a discouraging time... This poem reminds me of how special that I am to God!


Details | Free verse | |

Celestial Mask

So many times, have I cried your name, and you do not answer. I know not your face nor your name, yet I only know you are a sir. Perhaps now married, perhaps still single, nevertheless, You are my big brother, the longing for you makes me restless. The labyrinth of my life, it is everlasting. Everywhere I turn, I find more sadness that becomes unbearable and strangling. I will keep my eyes open and wait for you, but even if you cannot return my feelings, please know, Us meeting was no mere accident, I believe God sent you to me to show, I needed a chance to change, a chance to smile! So those who like me now, they have you to thank, While, Those who despise me can kiss my derrière, Because I will not drastically change myself for them, so there! Don't you agree that it was fate? I could have met anyone else, but it was you who opened the gate. When I was alone, self-loathing because of how my relatives treated me, You comforted me and told me I could talk to you, and through tears, I can see, Wait for me... Please... We will meet once and for all, You are my savior who saved one child from the darkness that loomed over so tall. However, my heart is already the color noir and full of madness, corruption, hatred and sadness, But you have only seen the loneliness in my heart, the depression and suicidal thoughts, yet with you, the impossible was possible, it was my happiness... I shared my thoughts with a few others, but you are the first, the only one I truly feel comfortable not hiding from. Everyone else, for some reason, cannot be trusted or be burdened with this weight of incredible sum. But the reason I trust you the most, the reason I love you, is because you, out of all the people in the world, told me it was okay to... Be me... Everyone else after was far too late and by then, I would have been found dead in the sea. To cut out the heart that pains me, to shoot the brain that over thinks, to drown in eternal sadness or burn away the impurity of those who influenced me... To destroy it all and leave. That is what will happen, therefore, I cannot risk strengthening the bonds I have with others, for soon, I will disappear without a trace, because of what I believe. When I exact revenge on my family, I will be wanted dead and will have no further purpose. I will revert to nature's soil. So, my existence will be a nuisance and though I will plunge everything in a hectic turmoil, I shall not regret a thing. May 1st, 2013; 5:13 pm


Details | Crystalline | |

Words that a Parent Might Never Say

My child here is my life in rare form
Mistakes you make so have I...once


Details | Rhyme | |

I Think of a Time When I Was Young


I can think of a time, when I was young.
I was growing up and having fun! 
I remember how excited I was to have a t.v.
There were my brothers, my parents and me!
I remember at about the age of ten.
My dad thought going to the theater was a “sin.”
There were many things 
that as young man…
 I later began to see, and understand!
My parents shared God’s love the best they could!
And I read the Bible and was trying to be “good.”
I had my troubles…  And problems bear...
But I had a family, and much prayer!
The truth of God’s word helped sustain me!
I knew how much he really loved me!
My parents, may seem like they were “old fashioned.”
They loved their kids!  With a Godly compassion!
I’m thankful to be blessed with a Godly love!
My family was a treasure from heaven above!
I think about today, and how things go wrong.
Many families don’t seem to “get along!”
I pray for the blessing of God, to bind them together!
May we all serve him!  Today, and forever!
His love must be the cord that binds!
His will must be the focus of our minds!
May the presence of God bind us as one!
Every mother, father, daughter and son!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Rhyme | |

Let's Not Forget

Let us never forget that God has surrounded us with the best. He gave us
life,  and also has given us hope, as a matter of fact, God gave us more than
most. God love is oh so true! God is good to me and you. Never forget that
the World was made for us to enjoy and not destroy. We must all do our part
to spread God's love and keep peace in our hearts.

Help each other along the way and never forget to pray. Let's not forget that
God is the best and he want everyone to help spread his love, peace, and joy
around the world.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Cowardice of the Taliban and The Silence of The Good Muslims

The Cowardice of the Taliban and The Silence of The Good Muslims.


When hot lead tears the flesh of a 14 year old girl,

ripping through her skull,
leaving her to bleed out and die,

does Allah not recoil in horror,

to see His child whimper,
to see His daughter cry.

Where is the indignation,

the anger that often boils over and manifests itself as flags and books and videos are burnt in mass orgies of hollow piety,

where are the voices that scream so loud,
that denounce all but their own creed,

where are the men, the impotent men who crave for nothing more than their fascist egos to feed,

where are the voices that so loudly proclaim,
enemies here and enemies there, always quick to condemn,

where are those voices when the enemy walks amongst them.

14 year old Malala Yousafzai was shot in cold blood,

her crime?

Advocating the rights of girls to an education.

Shame on you, men of bigotry and men of cowardice.

Shame on you, silent and mute accomplices in this carnage.

Shame on me,
for my inaction,

Shame on us all,
who proclaim lofty ideals,

yet are conspicuously silent,

when a 14 year old girl is shot in the head,

by fascist fundamentalist bigots who only worship bullets of hot lead.

Not in my name!

Not in my name,
shall the cowardly men rain down abuse,

Not in my name,
shall the bigoted men light the communalistic fuse,

Not in my name,
shall Malala Yousafzai be shot in the head,

left to bleed out,
while countless mothers' tears are shed,

not in my name,
shall religious murderers,
be left to wander free,

not in my name,
for I dare all believers to open their eyes,
to see!

To see,
the innocence of a 14 year old girl,
wanting only an education,

as the men of the cloth,
prance around with their pathetic self-righteous indignation.

I write this today,
the anger raging in my veins,

yet I fear,

that I shall write more of this,

unless we stand up and say 'no more',

I fear that I shall be writing this again,

until we all,

reclaim the true principles of humaneness,

until we silence the voices of bigotry,
of rage,
of fanatical insanity,

I fear I shall be writing this again,

and,

until the muck-ridden bile,
is not excised,

I shall continue to say,

NOT IN MY NAME!

Or else I shall have nothing,

but my unending shame.



(for Malala Yousafzai, 14 years old, in a critical condition after being shot in the head by the Pakistani Taliban, for her work as a young activist advocating the rights of girls to attend school)


Details | Light Poetry | |

HARD TO SEE

                                                                   Water In My Eyes

It’s hard to take off, when you’re left grounded.  Something lost I can’t find it.
 I can’t see my way anymore, I need a guide

                                               “Hard to see with water in your eyes”

A feeling that comes over you, it comes and goes 
Often now putting me to my knees, a thirst for knowledge has grown.
Interpretations given to me, I want to fly but I’m stuck on the ground is what I realized.
I can’t see my way anymore, I need a guide


                                                “Hard to see with water in your eyes”

You carry those you lost and offer you in their place, all you have are the memories a heart ache, a still picture of their face. Quest for knowledge you have shown, you can only save yourself when it’s time to kneel at the thrown. Interpretations given to me, still unable to fly I can’t see my way anymore, I need a guide


                                                      “Hard to see with water in your eyes”

Arms out reached in front of me, waiting for a touch back to assist and help guide me, I know your there even in the open air, as the breeze passes by pushing out the water in my eye.
 Looking to the sky before it drips drops and it freezes. As u notice only your sign the one only you can see. If you found it it’s meant for you to continue to believe. Before you know it you’re looking up into the sky. You see clearly through a dry eye. No more needs God has heard you and now he will guide you.

Walking a set path try to live a life right. God will always give you your way of sight.
Keeping faith is all for just such a reason. It’s nice to see through all life’s seasons. But almost daily it gets blurry and things change size.







                                                      “Hard to see with water in your eyes”
                                                                                 By Paul J Williams Sr
                                                                                 


Details | Free verse | |

Cargo

Commodities.
Packed up
Wedged together
Shut out from light and air, 
Little creatures indifferent to life or death
Stacked.
Branded.
Horrified
Of what comes
With the open door.
Looking for the first opportunity
To Leap
Escape
This intolerable life.
The Mass grave
Of a two-dimensional reality.


Details | I do not know? | |

sixteen

Sixteen - A time where innocence shouldn't exist 
Parties, dancing, drinks and drama 
Devil horns and feathered wings 
Sleepless nights, Lazy afternoons 
School activities 
Greasy caf lunches 
Learning how to grow up 
without changing for anyone but yourself 

Sixteen - A canvas of neon colours 
Birthday Parties and Campfires 
Favourite Songs and the brilliance of Vampires 
Waking up to a brand new day 
Taking in the beauty of the little things 
Crying so hard you think you could drown 

Sixteen - A year of firsts 
The first time you locked onto his sweet brown eyes 
The first time your heart beat so fast it hurt 
Your first Valentine 
The first time you told somebody you loved them 
The first time you felt your heart break 
The first moment you realize you'd die for someone 

Sixteen - A time for mistakes 
You finally let yourself believe he was all you ever needed 
The people you can't trust 
Not following your heart 
Losing your best friend 
and so much more.. 

Sixteen - A year to admit who you are 
Learning that family is more than the people you are related to 
Laughing too loud at 4 a.m 
Home made t-shirts 
Drinking games late at night 

Sixteen - The last time you feel prepared 
Wasting days wishing everything could change 
Seeing yourself in the mirror and not knowing who was looking back 
Choosing courses 
G1's 
and Final Exams 

Sixteen - Welcome to all your new beginnings 
The 3 girls that never let your happiness escape you 
Forgetting the boys that have forgotten you 
Finally talking to that special someone 
Weekend Girls nights 
Summer Parties 
Hook-ups and heartaches 
Teacher Crushes 
Saturday morning head rushes 
Hockey boys 
Dancing & singing without a care in the world 

Sixteen - A year to look back on 
Believing in lies that are too serious to forget 
Taking back the people you should have left behind 
Waking up and knowing who you love 
Fighting for what you want 
Running in the rain 
Screaming at the top of your lungs 
Crying in pain 
Pushing the people that hurt you aside 
Allowing yourself to change... 


Details | Free verse | |

The alterior motives conqueror

He's the product of a ladies man
He knows how to take command
Grab her hand
Livening up those strolls throuigh the sand
And for you he will speak to the sea in a voice so deep
It could lull troy to sleep
Although nothing will become of it you"ll love it
Since he did it for you in public
And now your defenceless
To his sexual advances to his advantage
He's not a player but a slayer
Wants her body for unmusical chairs
So young ladies stay youthful  be aware
More wolves than sheep and they bleachin all they hair
This beast that roams these unleveled streets
Has many names like hidden grief
Or he who eats but wont provide meat
The one who sleeps like born without feet
The passive addict with an aggressive come down
Your babies baggage that dont never come around
Mr no benefits and no working background
Or Mr she's headed east He's tryin to meet her westbound
He's that monster that would even ponder,
having her introduce her lil sister to the corner 
So I emplore you be stronger, live longer,
and be a alterior motives conqueror 


Details | Free verse | |

A lady I am proud of

A twin beauty beside me 
Shared my life to a new beginning
And to a kind ending 
A companion in the magical world
And a cheerful team mate

I shall never dissolve our memories
You have created and played before my eyes
As I go through my travels of life 
I go through it with you beside me 
A guiding light
A soft, calming spoken voice
A protector without fear
A girl with a motherly instinct
And a lady I am proud of

Dear sister you are loved 
A love that is shared by your brother


Details | Free verse | |

Ashes to Ashes

From ashes
she rises, 
absolving
cleansing, 
face, hands, feet.
Four months, 
Ten days, 
She mourns.
She weeps.

She clothes herself now
in an adornment of white
bowing privately, 
praying fervently, 
as bitter fumes
of acetone
seep beneath the door.

Her source is god.
Her destination is god.
She pleads with god now
for peace
As men mix and pour
A holocaust
Just outside her door.

Her sisters wail.
They bathe her lifeless arms
And shroud her
as Iris Albicans- 
Exotic, 
Fragile, 
Pure.

The imam, he stands, 
Praying silently
As men convey her
towards Mecca.
From ashes to ashes
And dust to dust.
From ashes to ashes
And dust to dust.


Details | Narrative | |

On a Black Day - Death Survives - Series 3

Another boring, Protestant Traditional, Sunday Family Dinner 1:00 pm sharp
This week it’s at Uncle David’s  house in Alford, Mass. I haven’t meant Him
Actually the only Family I met so far “Momma“, Poppa, and Big Sister Brenda 
YOU probably thought I was going to say “Momma, Poppa, and Baby Bear
Went for a walk in the forest“. Sorry I’m reading Goldilocks while I’m trying to Write
Brenda ( B B ) , and I use to wonder why they had to be called Momma and Poppa ?!! 
Pizza for dinner, on a Saturday night ,Baths, pajamas, robes, and slippers out to the car
Alright kids, It’s a 3 hour drive to Uncle Dave’s Let’s play “Grandma’s Suitcase” 
The subject Grandma is infatuated with is her : LOVE of Animals
Harry you start, Grandma went on a vacation , in her suitcase she put an alligator
Brenda, “Grandma went on a vacation, in her suitcase she puts a female Baboon 
“Poppa, it’s your turn, “Grandma went a vacation, in her Suitcase she put a Catamount
I challenge You  Poppa, Mount is Mountain ,not Animal  I brought my dictionary, Read;
The definition of catamount; a mountain lion, Cougar  A feline animal born in nature
Harry your out of the game; “Momma” Your turn “ Grandma put in her suitcase The Devil”


Details | Naat | |

The Way Towards Great Hope

Prayer gift of the Spirit
Makes us men and women of hope
Prayer keeps the world
Open to Eternal God

To pray alone is good
Even more beautiful
Fruitful
To pray together

Many ways to become acquainted to Him
There are experiences, groups
Encounters, Courses
To pray

Take part of parish liturgies
Be abundantly nourished by the word of Eternal God
With active participation
In the Sacraments


The baptized
Confirmed by the Eternal Holy Spirit
The Holy Eucharist, communion
So as to live as authentic friends and witnesses of Father Christ


4202013


Details | I do not know? | |

Family

3 people in a room
Each doing their own thing
I wonder what each of them think?

The boy playing computer football,
"Save the game! Now!"
"What is she doing writing? The Poof!"
"Mams falling asleep again!"

The girl scribbling to herself,
"That'll never work, I'll rewrite it."
"I don't see the appeal of virtual football.."
"Why does mother keep looking at me like that?"

The woman sitting on the sofa,
"The cat looks so adorable!"
"That bloody computer clicking is annoying!"
"That girl is writing again, whats wrong with her?!"

If each of them could hear
the others thoughts, would they be offended?
Or do you think they already know?


Details | Rhyme | |

The Fighter

She’s haunted like the rest of us
But she won’t take off her gloves
She’s got her demons like the best of us
But she’s also got her loves

Lurking inside, only she can face them
Though we’ll be standing by her side
And she can defeat but never erase them
Though she can choose the path she’ll abide

And if the darkness leads her astray
Like so many times before
The light inside will show her the way
And she’ll fight on once more

This endless battle may bend her
But her spirit will never break
Hope she knows we’ll always defend her
Because her life is at stake

Lurking outside, we’ll fight them together
Even if the battle is always uphill
Hope she knows we’ll love her forever
Always have and always will

Dedicated to my friend and sister, Liza


Details | I do not know? | |

Why mom

To this day I wonder
Why mom?
Why did you have to leave your only daughter for all those men?
Wasn’t our happiness enough?
I was still trying to deal with not having a dad at all 
Though I wanted a dad 
That did not mean I wanted you to go on a thousands dates, and bring one man home 
I wanted my real dad
I wanted a real family that knew me better than I would ever know myself 
But I guess what I wanted did not matter to you mom 

I have suffered major depression 
A hole in my heart that the doctors are unable to see 
They see I am going threw a lot of pain 
Though the one thing they can’t see is how much it is hurting my heart 
Every night as I lay in bed I think that my life will get better
I will be wanted someday 
By a mom and a dad that will actually care about me 

Well guess what my dad 
The one you told me wanted nothing to do with me 
Wanted something to do with me and tried to see me as much as he could 
But you kept saying no to him 
Causing my little heart enough pain 
I was only three years old and eventually got older
Why would you do this to me?

If you ever want me to forgive you than think this though mom 
I have suffered all my nights crying in pain because I didn’t have a mom nor a dad 
While other girls were laughing, talking about boys, talking about what girls talk about
Since you were always out I never had anyone to talk to about anything so 
I cried my eyes out like a waterfall that will never stop
So to be forgiven you will need to think about how much pain you have caused me 
You will also need to be a real mom, don’t worry about buying all that make up 
You are pretty on the outside and the inside can change eventually
But do this one thing for me 
Take care of my little sister Rylie she deservers a better life than I’ve ever gotten


Details | Rhyme | |

I Come From Southern Fire

I come from nothing.
But all this pain
I come from tears
That fall like rain
 
I come from hours
Lost crying in corners
I come from times
We cried like mourners.
 
I come from a Father
That I wanted to please
I come from disappointment
That ended in “STOP! PLEASE!”
 
I come from the crashing
Of our heads being knocked
I come from the blows
I couldn't have blocked.
 
I come from two pups
Who were never let outside
I come from the ghosts
Of all the tears I've cried.
 
I come from the pain
Of a Mom who just watched
I come from the skin
On which bruises were blotched.
 
I come from the scars
That burn on my soul.
I come from the demons
And the dreams that they stole.
 
I come from the Father
I wish that I'd had
I come from the monster
And the screams of “Too bad!”
 
I come from the man
I wished gave a damn.
I come from the emptiness
That is who I am.
 
I come from the life
I've survived my way through.
And I come from a place
That you never knew.


Details | Pantoum | |

My Fantasy Sister

A rewrite of the previous,,after reading it again the one before this,,, I felt it was sending the wrong message,,,,,,at first to me it was what I wanted to say about my make believe sister,,,,,,only that the lines I wrote, could be mis-construed to another meaning.


She is a dream girl, sibling, I never had.
Not to sexy, or even beautiful to see,
She is not exactly good or even bad.
She is just my fantasy, designed for me.

Not to sexy, or even beautiful to see,
She is mostly happy, hardly ever sad.
She is just my fantasy, designed for me.
She has no mother, not even a dad.

She is mostly happy, hardly ever sad.
Impossible you say, this could never be,
She has no mother, not even a dad.
A dream girl as my sister, oh gee.

Impossible you say; this could never be.
Though it is true, she is my abnormal fad.
A dream girl as my sister, oh gee.
What I always wanted, since I was a lad,

Though it is true, she is my abnormal fad.
She is not exactly good or even bad.
What I always wanted, since I was a lad,
She is a dream girl, sibling, I never had.

By Cecil Hickman

Written for
Sponsor Paula Swanson 
Contest Name Pantoum 


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his sister

i have a best friend and he is really happy
and is loved by everyone around him
especially his sister

you see usually brothers and sisters 
fight all the time
if you have one then you know what 
im talking about

but his sister is paralized....
it happened to her
that one and a million chance
that someone would get hurt
and it happened to his sister

now he takes care of her and shes almost 21...
her whole body is paralized
and he just informed me that
she doesnt have much longer

he loves his sister more than he
loves himself
he is so wrapped up in helping her
and he refuses to give up on...
his sister


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Teenage mom

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

5/10/11
sabina nicole


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~ (~) ~ (Four Parts-Part #3) Dedicated in Love to My Little Sister ~ Tina Marie Haynes ~ (~) ~

My Sister when I was about 8 1/2, I am 38 now, passed away but before she did, she told 
everyone this... "I am going to be Ok, and will be with God... I will get a new pair of lungs and 
some wings to fly with Him in Heaven, and I will be His little princess..." On the day she 
passed, in the midst of the dust floating in the room. Rays of light shown through that morning 
right on her on her bed, covering her, and I truly believe that God came and picked her up 
personally Himself that day, and carried her off to Heaven with Him...

Precious on her last litter had a kitten that looked, and I mean looked dead on herself... So 
we named her Princes... She was the most crazy cat I have ever known... and had an air 
about her that said to all... "Hey!" Look at me!" "I am a Princess" ... She was so very proud of 
herself for this, but never neglected her Mother's way, and was never disloyal to the family... 
She always loved to play with us and her Mother (Chasing her around the house, daring her, 
and reminding her to play), because I believe this... She was just crazy about life... "Just 
crazy about it, and as grateful as her mother, and my SIster," because though my Sister, 
though she was very spirited about her condition. She still desired to live her life just like 
another child her age would, and would carry this burden from time to time, as it would come 
to the surface, and make her blue, the fact that in reality, she could not... So princes would 
just fly around the house like a whirlwind, and would always come to land in someone's lap, 
or arms or beside you in bed purring or at the foot of someone's bed at the end of the day, 
and would awaken as lively and in a dead run, to do it all again the next day... We loved her 
dearly too... because of her adoring for her life itself... and the energy that she put into 
enjoying it... Because she too, had lost her little brother, a few hours after he was born...

She too reminds me of my Sister Tina, in this way... That life is sometimes a struggle, but is 
always evolving and always comes back to itself in time, and is always turning full circle... 
and is forever advancing towards all in gratitude... and exists and moves abundantly, within 
itself and lives for this one passion...





http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g3C7DECI0jU&feature=related


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On a Black Day - Death Survives - Series 2

Are you strong, young man? Can you help me keep this Farm going?
Do you fear hard work? Calluses on your fingers and hands “tough Love”
You will be a great man, you follow my directions , People watch You growing
You can have  “ A Real Life “ something to Love; Love from GOD Above 
Dad I appreciate Your taking me in; giving me, shelter through a Stormy Life 
Yes I accept , the rules of Your House; I will be diligent in my chores 
The day starts at 3:45 AM , milk the cows; out to pasture before 5 O’clock
Muck out the stable, feed the chickens, Slop the hogs, breakfast at six
Your tutor will be here  from nine ‘til noon; Have a shower, he’ll be here soon
I( walk to the house, and what do I see; Brenda’s Eyes, Red like fire, a serene Blue
I hear the Pain : “She Screams” I feel the Violations She had to Endure 
Brenda, What’s wrong, I have seen pains of fear, pains of life, pains of Death
Your face shows all, from the mountain top, to the deep Waterfalls Depths 
You are my Older Sister; “I’m concerned : Is that blood on Your Dress??

                                         To be Cont. 




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Best Friend

She said that we were drifting apart.
But I feel that we were close from the start
My heart was torn out from deep within
She said I had changed from what I had been

I didn’t know what to say
We used to talk every day.
Now that things had changed
I felt that I had gone deranged

Dear friend, the one who was the best
Why have you left me alone with the rest?


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My Family and Me

It's amazing how quick things can change.
First your running with the kings, and then you're knocked out of range.
It's strange. I used to worry and stress over friends.
Now I've grown to be a man. Maybe know a few of them.
All that time I could of studied. Did better in school.
Got a job and made it big. Maybe now I'd be cool.
Who's the fool? Now who's the bull? I know that's not me on the top.
Life is always making turns weather you like it or not.
The past will always be the past. My glory days may seem gone.
But, now its time to start a new.The stories keep coming on.
I've got a new girl. She means the world to me.
She keeps me warm at night, my best friend, my new dream.
Since my car accident, still got a limp on one side.
Still working with my memory, still need a friend who can drive.
I love to Karaoke. I get noticed in bars.
My mom's always there to catch me. Tom's working with my mom's cars.
My sister's in the Army, my niece is a big part of my life,
Friend Zach keeps assholes off me, and God is my wife.
AJ's always there to help, Brian is my LOST bud,
Mary's out of school, Lil cousin, Hunter's a stud.
Grandpa still is my idol, JT is still the music man .
The Adam's still can party. Chris, living good on the sand.
I may only use one hand, but I plan to be the best.
At all I do in life, cause there's not that much time left.
The blood test that I took says Landon is mine.
I hope this all works out fine in time and help to make my son's life shine.
JC who's down in Georiga, my heart is screaming for you.
I hope that you recover well. It can't be worse then what I went through.
Uncle Jimmy where you at? Where's Matt, Corie, and Pete?
I know you all are doing good. Serviolo's are a hard team to beat.
How's the rest of the family? I love and miss you all!
I hope you all are standing tall and I pray we never fall.
These last words that I say, I say only to you.
We've got the best family in the world and you know I LOVE YOU!


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I Met This Family What A JOYFUL Experience

I Met This family… What A Joyful Experience! I met this family. What a joyful experience! They displayed Christ’ love by their gracious appearance! At first I couldn’t hardly believe what I was seeing! The love and joy of Christ I was now receiving! They didn’t have much in the way of entertainment. They had God’s peace and a joyous contentment! They were happy about God and also excited. They talked about the good things in life. And were delighted! The simple things in their family did abound! A peace and warmth in their home, I certainly found! A love for God in this home I was able to see! What’s good for them... Is also good for me! A respect for the parents was clear and evident. I knew the Holy Spirit is the “chief resident!” I’m thankful to God for the blessing they’ve been. I’m glad that I know them and to call them friend! May we all be encouraged by our families too! May we not forget to say; “I LOVE YOU!” May the love of Christ keep us all together! May we seek his will today and forever! Thank you lord for your goodness and grace! We welcome you into our dwelling place! By Jim Pemberton


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As Penetrating as a Laser and Sweet Like a Fresh Berry

From the Brothers!
Living in a dysney World without Hurt, hatred trashed and smashed in the Oven, as our feelings bring us closer. Shown Kindness, explicit and Proven, earning each other's emotional Visa, not caring if the benefits are even, because this can never be real to a miser. Counting our blessings at seven, as we pray it penetrates to all like a laser. and wish you smile and be at eleven. Holding Hands, knowing no one is a Loser, as our minds and thoughts are interwoven. Shielding our bare with one Blazer proves what our Hearts speak of is LOVE. From the Sisters! Pouring out to each and every dearie enjoying Life's alternatives and tasting each merry. Walloping in the satisfaction of a fleshy, stony cherry, with the comfort of an option in a Berry. Grasping the breath of goodness as we sail through Nature's ferry. Baptizing a child and naming him Perry. Not good enough? We still have Jerry. But there is no alternative to Love which makes Humanity a fairy. Binding us together into one unit needing each other every minute. As we all drink from its waters which has absolutely no limit. Under its will, we commit as our hearts beat for it. Up, down, left, right, front and back-all for Love


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Why Should We Live?

Why should we live if we have 
nothing to live for?
Why should we live if we have
nothing to die for?
Why should we live if 
no one cares?
Why should we live if you're
loved by no one?
Why should we live if no
one likes you?
Why should we live if 
no one loves you?

Each day is just a day
Each day is a day closer to death.
What's the point of living?
Some may say none,
Others may say why.
Why should we live?
Tell me and I will think about your answer.


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Mary Frances McElroy You will be missed

Remembering the laughable times we shared, 
Seeing that guilty look that you always gave,
When we laughed and got caught,
You will be missed,

Being the lovable and caring person that you are,
funny but also serious,
You will be missed,

You were Strong and wise, 
Loved to cook and feed everyone,
but most of all for being loving,
Grandma you will be missed,

Embracing us with your warm hugs when we were down,
Guiding us with your footsteps after you followed Jesus' footsteps,
You will be missed,

Seeing the hurt and pain in our eyes caused by plenty,
You gave us encouraging words to get us through,
And for that,
You will dearly be missed,

Knowing you will be beside us,
To let us know what's right & wrong,
You will be missed,

Grandma in the midst of it all,
I will miss you soo much,
I wrote this poem just for you,
hope you can hear me!!
I love you and miss you!!
Vernard Lamar Mays


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For a friend in pain

you're a silent person inside, that i know..
so a single insult or pain would pose a great blow..
When in pain close your eyes and drift..
think of of happiness and joy, that would give you a lift..

Anger and grieve, please don't let it rust..
In your heart don't let it last..

know that jokes come and go..
sometimes jokes go far beyond "tolerable"
so when hit in the heart so hard,
stay with your guard..
Maybe tomorrow's a better joke..
maybe tomorrow's your day..

Because every "tomorrow", we change, we grow, we love more and joke more..

Sorry for today..

We had to see those sad, sad, eyes..


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JOB'S FUNNY SISTER

                  JOB'S FUNNY SISTER

                       Job's sister
                   didn't need a whale
                         life ate her


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The Deadly Dart

Wherever I go through out my whole life,
I end up struggling with lots of strife.
Thinking that my life is a total waste,
Wanting it to be over in a haste.

I can feel the pain inside my own heart,
Like someone through at my a deadly dart.
The wound is easing deeper and deeper,
Will the pain ever stop getting bigger?

Feeling emo is never a good thing,
Cutting your arm makes a really bad sting.
Blood is dripping from my arms and my heart,
Failing to dodge the largest deadly dart.

Drowning in all the lies and self pity,
I live each day but always feel sh*tty.
I have lots of thoughts about suicide,
But then I think about those who have died.

Those who have died not just from suicide,
But also those who are really nice guys.
...
...
...
...This "poem" was actually suppose to be a couplet (on any thing you want) for my english 
class but i made this kind bcuz i was feeling emo that day...and also after i was done i read it 
over and it almost sound like a rap song which, i guess, is kinda funny and cool.........


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Her Cultural Design

Feeling the thoughts that arise each passing day in life,
To be listened too, not to be chastised in given advice,
Wanting to be respected so real, not considered rife,
Affection daily, needing not much, desiring complete slice.

In love, I provide nurturing care when ailments occur.
In pain, I deliver daily chores wanting just sweet words.
In humor, I tell stories that may be enriched in a stir.
For these are feelings of my mind, not told for the birds.

I am not the only one belted in time by hormones alone.
However, my delivery of life challenges and stresses me.
I have intelligence, though many make me out, like a stone.
I have anger and strength, which I show in such deep degree.

I feel to be showed love, desire pleasantries from my other half.
I truly hate to be downtrodden, played as a joke in a laugh.


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The Rivers

Before my sister came to us 
we lived on the river, near the sea,
where waters pooled close to rocks
and where my language was taught to me.
And many were the people who sang songs 
and many who talked with me.

When my sister came to us, she was put into my care,
I told her many stories and  watched her learn to talk, 
and we lived the life of the people who share
in the bounty of the river and dreamed the dreams of those 
who breathed the fresh water smell of  the air.
But some people went away and sang another song.

We talked and talked  and our days were filled 
with the lives of our children and our men 
and we talked of the times that the river turned her back
and brought fear and death to our kin.
And people left and didn't return, their lives took another track.

My Sister was my very life, she was my daily song,
she was the flood of my happiness that carried me along.
We buried our dead and bore our sorrows,
we talked and shared our lives
and we heard how our language flowed,
how the torrent that it was, quietly become a trickle.

Then we were old and things had changed 
and none spoke our language anymore
And when I spoke in the old way 
there were none to hear what I say. 
But when sister was there 
we were like the sounds of the river, 
Like  the water chatling on the rocks, 
like the breath of the wind in the tree tops,
and our talk talk talking never stops.

One day the talking stopped.
I called to her and she answered not,                       
I searched and found her by the river side,
And I watched her, sitting, back to a tree, 
And a great black void opened under me.
She was beyond my warmth and love,
and I sat down there beside her. 
And that river.... didn't stop.  

My sister has left with my tongue,
Now it belongs to no other but me.
and never again will my true name be said 
And none can whisper secrets to me.
No more will I hear the old songs sung
And never, ever, again will I hear my sister's call 
along our rivers shore.


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Little sister blues

the younger sister means always the last to get
they say its middle child syndrome but I'm the youngest yet
the baby of the family treated like a fool
smothered yet ignored following the rules

my older sibling ignore me for the majority of the time
but when they turn there attention i sure do pay for that crime
simple things like walking past and smacking the back of my head
with the parting shot following the lines "i do wish you were dead"

My parents are no better for all they see is the money sign
a nuisance that occurred when there life intertwined 
beaten down and left alone is this what the fates had planned?
answer me! Damn it! Answer me I demand!

So I guess what I'm feeling is little sister blues
forced to pay for others crimes until I'm old news
I just have to wait for  the final song
when I can spread my wings and finally be gone


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This is the TRUE Story of Six Sisters Part 2 Finding out My Sister Jenny Had Died

Finding out My Sister Jenny Had Died

March 4, 2010 started out like any typical day really. Although I was sick in bed with a 
horrible cold, I was in a good mood. I was lying in bed watching television when I decided to 
call my mom and see how she was doing taking care of my farm on Farmville. 
She said she was on Facebook, and for some reason she was reading peoples statuses, 
something she never does, and was reading them to me. Nothing to exciting really going on. 
Then she came to _______. I’ve known him since I was a kid. My mom read me his status. 
She said “honey…____ status says that Jenny passed away…your sister has died.” 

The sister I had been looking for since January is gone forever. How on earth can this be 
real? I just sat on the edge of my bed and stared at the wall, waiting for my husband to get 
home to be with me. I started calling and texing my close friends and family members to let 
them know. I felt sick to my stomach. I wanted to scream. I wanted to do something! I felt 
so cheated! I felt guilt. I was feeling a million different things. I was feeling a loss. I was 
morning the loss of my big sister, whom I would never get to know.

The next few days, I spent hours online trying to find information for her funeral, and 
hopefully a picture of her. When I finally found it, I stared at it for days on end. I would 
Study it, trying to find a trace of me in her. I did was too scared to go to her funeral, scared 
our birth father would be there. But that day, I was in __________, and my husband and I 
sat on the corner by the funeral home, completely by accident. So in a way, I was sort of 
there. I did find out later that our birth father was not there.

In the mean time, I signed an online guest book for Jenny…which brings me to where I am 
today………


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What i think of love

The sun in my eyes is like the feeling in my mind. Buring and frying space and time.
Im lost now dont think i can go ever go back to trying to love anyone. I loved her with every part of my being and i can honestly say i gave her everything. And after 2 years of struggle she left me alone. I was the only one around for her for 2 years and now im nothing? Just text me and then never see me again. After two years! I see how its gonna be. But thats over now and im back. No time for love only time to come an go. I know thats low but some times you just have to party and let everything go away. Wake up in the morning not knowing what happened last night. I cant say i dont like that. Im an adventurer at heart and thats what i do. Try to experience everything while im young and have time for the fun. Whats wrong with that? Not a damn thing in my eyes. I tryed to love one to many times. Mom left me at five years of age. Then big sister and little sister went to. You cant trust love becuase in the end. Everyone leaves. Eventually. Time will passd and they will die or they will just walk away. Leaving you alone and confused with no morals like me. Now i blast this music and put my pain on this screen for others to read. Ive done some things. Bad things that i will burn for but in the end.
I wont regret a damn thing.


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Gay

I am gay.
I'm not a disease, I'm not a problem
I'm not an affliction
I don't need treatment.
I don't need help
I'm not sick
I'm not confused
I'm not a sin.

I am gay.
I'm your daughter
Your sister
Your friend
Your co worker
Your classmate
Your acquaintance
A complete stranger

I am gay.
I need love, just like you
I need smiles
I need support
I need a hug
I need a friend
I need a family
I need acceptance
I need understanding
I need you

I am gay.
I know what love is
I know what pain is
I know what hate is
I know what life is

I am gay.
And I need you to love me
The same way you loved me before you knew

I am gay.
And I have experienced hate
From more people than just you

I am gay.
And I wont change. 
I wont give up.
I wont back down.
I wont pretend.
I wont lie.
I wont deny.
I wont hide.
I wont hurt.

I am gay. 

And that's okay.


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Jennifer Ann

I know you had a hard life
But know you were never alone
If I had found you sooner
My sisterly love I would have shown

I remember your smiling face
From across the classroom
I thought that is my sister
Maybe I will talk to her soon

Years went by 
And you vanished from my life
You went on and became a mother
And I became someone’s wife

I thought maybe one day
Our paths would cross
But in my heart now there is a hole
And I am mourning your loss

Do you look down and see me now?
Your little sister sitting here…
Thinking about what could have been
And holding back the tears

We just know God has His own will
And we can only guess at his plan
But I know one thing 
You will always be missed Jennifer Ann



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That's Where The Lord Lives

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


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my sisters demons

She lives in a house that is crumbling down. 
Every brick that comes loose, 
she plasters right back in place.
On the outside,
it looks like a beautiful place to live.
Picture perfect,like a magazine cover.
But on the inside, 
it looks like hells backyard.
The ghosts and demons she tries to keep locked away.
She puts another brick in the cracks to keep them in,
not realizing there are too many cracks
and not enough bricks or plaster to fill. 
She tries so hard,
 to keep up the appearance of a lovely home,
and to most she has them all  fooled.
But to a select few,
 who have seen the demons within,
we know the truth she tries to hide :
Oh little sister !
No matter how many bricks you put back in place.,
no matter how many cracks you fill, 
One day,
those ghosts and demons will escape 
then what will you do ?




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The Duck of Guilt

when I was a little boy I ran into a little bit of bad luck
with my new slingshot I mistakenly killed my Nanna's pet duck
I was frightened and so scared that I had a panic attack
and thinking like a child I buried the duck in the back
unbeknownst to me there was a witness to this deed
I had inadvertently given my sister all the ammunition she would need
and for the entire summer she held that duck of guilt over my head
she blackmailed me to do all her chores until the day I was spirit-led
the Holy Spirit came upon me one day and told me to confess of my sins
for that would be the only way to gain control of my life once again
so with a contrite heart I went and told my Nanna what had went down
she laughed and said she wondered how long I would let my sister push me around
she said she saw me that day when I buried the duck in the backyard
and hoped that I would eventually come and tell her of my part
she was very much aware that my sister had held me in a bind
and she prayed that the teachings of the Lord would come to weigh on my mind
It was a lesson in life that I have since come to discover
that there's nothing you can hide that the Holy Spirit will not uncover
there is no thought, no deed nor anything that will remain concealed
that the light of the Lord Our God will not one day reveal
so don't let the duck of guilt be the sword that hangs over you
confess of your sins and simply live to always tell the truth


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Happy Mother's Not

Thank you mother,
you birthed me,
you nursed me,
you fed and clothed me.

You loved me,
when seems, the word had loathed me.
I'd not want that love in vain.

However this is not your day.

Thank you mother, 
for your support,
and your optimistic sheen,
it's inspiring
and always has shaped the person whom I am.

But this is not your day.

It belongs to the greeting card companies.

Who've robbed another holiday.

Robbed it of all meaning, 
all substance and heart.
Robbed it of it's very soul.

Deformed it,
corrupted it,
chewed it up and spat it,
till it's obscure meanings long forgot;
faded into history, a mother's not.


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Dedicated to my mother, whom I love. 
Also dedicated to Julia Ward Howe who invented a holiday meant to end war and poverty.  And to 
celebrate all families.  Who died before her dream could ever be realized.

And...to Anne Jarvis who forced through the holiday, hoping to continue Howe's work and end war 
and poverty and create a better world for all,  only to see that dream shattered as Greeting Card 
companies and greedy conglomerates perverted it's ideals to nothing more then lip service 
dedicated to selling cards and candy.

To celebrate some mother's publicly, while other's have their health care raised and their social 
security stolen.  While single mothers have to risk their health and their lives to barely feed their 
children.  

This holiday is an abomination.  It doesn't celebrate motherhood, it degrades it. Women don't need 
to be celebrated nearly as much as they need a good world in which they can better raise their 
children.  A world in which they can feed their children. This holiday is a Mother's Not and so is this 
world.


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LETTER TO A SORE BROTHER BEAUTIFUL SISTER DEDICATED TO MY BROTHERS AND SISTERS LOVE

LETTER TO A SORE BROTHER, BEAUTIFUL SISTER (DEDICATED TO MY BROTHER’S AND SISTER’S LOVE)
 Early jungle makes me a desire
To be alone in the belly of our dear beautiful mother
Because our growing up is such and irony
Which made me rejoiced each moment this time
That wishes were never allowed to be rose
For men of wrong mind to buy
There in my childhood irony moment
We fought as if it is created share hatred
We wish for all except one that pays a little pain
For i held back from all
As all held back from me and other all
Indeed, people taught that our life is a share pain
A sore injury to the world of love
Because i loved each moment my brother bleed from our father’s hell
I went behind the scene to celebrate my goal
kindly, the moment is always become
As i happily shun and damn the future
... who did you think you are with my future
I sometimes ignorantly murmur as a child
In my little kingdom emptiness, i rejoice in the brothers pain
A little hatred of thee, a more love of me
I love each time i am loved alone
To hate thee by my blood and cause sheepishly i became and honour
As this irony grows into something still ironic
I wish my pain could allow my pen speak plain
To cry such an awesome deep and sore blood
At each moment the rain of thee bath me thoroughly
To see thee share all to have me clothed
To borrow from the enemy to have me homed
even to lose all from the gods to make sure that i have all from the goddess
The brother even stole to have me meal
More like the blood and doing of the mother, it shared abroad
As brothers all lie to have me protected
 Much illiterate to make me the literate king
Oh bleed me death less i say this pain of love
Sisters risk of the night, the horror evil men to see a smile in this lips of mine
That i wish never remember the selfish boyhoodness
Ay! How i see my brother’s cry in his desolation
Not for him or for his little joy
But for the pain of a dear brother
To save all only to loose all to life a brother
Its pain of the ugly moment in a close death
It was determined and death paid of thee
But the brother and sister’s coming death
Woke brothers will up, sisters ghost down
I need to save my brother
Leave my life to save my brother
And take it once his breath is back
There the sacrifice of a dear brother made me desire
Never a child as this in my next world
Because you are a brother, a beautiful brother
A sister, very handsome sister that i hold dearest to my breath
And love dearest to my heart beat


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Anna

The childish silliness
The sweet clumsiness
The burning storm
On your head
My everyday trial of patience.

You piss me off
All the time

All the time
You make me smile

I want to kill you
With squeezing hug

Whenever you cry
My soul tears apart.

One smile of yours -
The sun shines again
Even if it rains outside.



Sight of you
Weakens me

I lose my cruelty
My hunger for revenge:

My violent arms soften
My veins loose;


You need me
as much as
Vital you are
to my wild heart
not to burst hatred.

You teach me 
patience and tenderness,

Sometimes I hate you
I love you always
Though not in love am I.



I shall be yours
till the end of time
To make you happy
- a new goal in life:

Whatever your wish from me
Will happen
Always and ever

Forever to you
I am devoted

My dear friend,
No easier words
would paraphrase
the essential emphasis
of what I feel
but
'I love thee' -
Every single day.


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Goodbye

Comforting words
Smooth, quiet tones
Reassurance 
complete confidence 

Long nights spent reasoning
In total understanding
Twin thoughts 
twin minds
twin miseries
and twin fates

Now it’s so quiet
Too quiet
Complete and utter silence....
Oh my God, 
What happened to the good old days
When we both made sense?!

Lost in blurry dreams of childhood
Colorful, wonderful, windy days
Subconscious cradled memories 
of the times when we 
were eachother’s only friends

Only you, 
	the sky
		the earth
			and me...


				No betrayal

			No lies
		No fire

	No hate

No regrets.

I think I can understand 
why you won’t face me
But your sudden silence
is so confusing

Did you ever know me well enough
to know my affection for ultimate honesty?
If you wanted me to go away
why didn’t you just say something? 

Only this emptiness is left
Inconsolable grief...
For what never again can be 

No warning
No parting words
No ceremony

You went and had the funeral 
for our friendship
but did not invite me

From the start
I thought these ways would always be
But in the end,
All I wanted, my friend 
was to say 
goodbye.

I can’t trust anyone
anymore
anyway

All alone again
shame on me


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Faked

I stumble upon a river
the way it flows and feels
I take my shoes off and run threw it
laughing looking up towards the sun
I wake up and it was all just a dream
my sister runs up the stairs
she slams her door
i asked her what was wrong
she looked at me 
She says "mom told me you were adopted"
at first i laughed as i thought it was a joke
I run downstairs to see my mom and dad sitting on the couch
"mom?" i say
she replies "its true we adopted you!" 
she got up and walked into the kitchen
"after all this time i thought i was yours" i say
My father gets up and walks out the door
My mom lays her hand on her forhead
Just dont worry about it  everything will be okay
"No it wont i say"
i felt fake like i wasnt who i was suppose to be
i just sat on my bed thinking about the whole thing
my whole life and who i should have been
I packed my bags that light and i ran away
leaving the less important things behind
i set out on a journey to find my real parents
I had my sister get there info. from my dads office
I took a bus to indiana and looked up there address
As soon as i found it i knocked on the door
A man opened the door
he said "who are you?"
i say "apparently i am your son?!"
"you put me up for adoption?" i repeat

He yells "ANNA!?, Some kid is here for you!"
i repeat the story to her as she denied it
She looked bruised and beaten up
I wanted to help her but the man hut the door on my face

I had no where to go now
So i started on a journey back home
But i never made it there 
I found that old river i use to go too
i stayed there for a few weeks until
i remembered the way back.
I found myself that day
I realized that i was fake but now im not because i know that i am just me not any of them





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In Your Love

Every time you kiss my lips 
I am drowning, I'm drowning
Like a never ending abyss
I am drowning, I'm drowning
Every time you whisper I miss you
I am drowning, I'm drowning
In your love,  in your love.

Life doesn't seem dangerous
When I'm drowning, yeah I'm drowning
Don't take it so serious
Cause I'm drowning, yeah I'm drowning
I don't care what they think of us
Cause I'm drowning, yeah I'm drowning
In your love, in your love

~ Leonard Napierskie


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sacrifice a priceless question

SACRIFICE; PRICELESS QUESTION
A little story from a little friend about a little thing
That makes the little world a different from the taught mighty ocean
Always smile beside me each morning i sat to reason
Mostly he always bring the little insignificant story
To my reasoning ear as i plan to break too quick
In this little world i know
My father told me one day a story
When i hate my little sister so much
That i had to sell her gold,
Her priceless life for some foolish pleasure of hate
There my sister termed me hell
But in her rage my father rather speaks a story to us through her
A bird hatched a golden child
The future saviour for the world of the sky
each moment of her life
She had lived and gathered all the flying feather
To guard their golden future of the air world
Although her faith made her believe that through this golden child
A golden sky world will be built
The child destiny is even made to be seen in all the sky world
Unknown to her, the child must die
That has become the golden price, a golden save
The golden actualization of a glorious destiny
One golden morning, the golden cock goldenly announced
The golden death of the golden child
All fair feathers never understood the sound
But the heir mother knew the message
The world is doomed, she shouted
Our world is doomed
We have to fight for the glory and honour of our world
Our future is no hope and our end is now
We need to save our golden future
But to all the sky host feathers
No enemy or attack was seen around the corner
There the glory of the golden child lifted him up to be executed
The golden price, a golden heir, for a golden future
There the voice of the mother speaks in terrible oar
Yes, this is what i said, here the golden child
But inside my belly
There are so much gold that can change the world you see
Taking the golden child
And taking the golden world
Which stands better than the eagle?
Please, take all the gold in me
And spare the life of the golden child
Let him live for our world to live
There my father hissed a deep smile in anger
With a confused expression written all over his face he concluded
Gold is not life
But life is gold
Never sell gold because you will not know
When you are selling life.


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A Sister From Many Lands(My Sincere Apology)

When I first met you I was elated
Filled with much awe
I dreamed of the presently elapsed years
Of great happiness and rich excitement

I watched the birds as they flew past
And squeaked
My naked eyes were fixated
On their sudden movement and their return

Never did I strew my thoughts on the land
Upon which I stood
The charms I could trace on your face
The broad smiles you gave
Lowered the thick tall, solid brick walls
Of my heart

My passions lighted
My yearnings glittered
And the taste of purely refined soft-drinks
I sipped through my throat
Simmered down every feeling of doubt
I contained for you.

Scarcely did I consciously brood 
That some day I would struggle
For relief and solitude
From a white woman’s domineering rule

I grew up fast to think she was white
I disdained and disliked her
I pressed hard at her
Till she felt an austere uneasiness
I fought with her
And sought for what I called liberty 
From her presence

She sobbed, wobbled and left my coast
With spasms of sorrow surging
In her youthful bosom
And bled from pains for untold days


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January's Wishes Spoken Through the Dishonesty of April.

Her eyes amused me, slices of January that held April tightly....

she could rain in snow, drop from upside-down skies, and we held tightly to the tears that
only appeared on the opposite side of closet doors as we marked our claim on unusual with
hand prints that never saw the sun.

Two days could have passed underneath us before we blinked, my windows whispered glorious
promises but we kept them closed for safety, for the opposition of who we could be, and
she knew the secret of every season, she knew how to laugh when bedroom doors...

closed.


I drew her behind the mirror and we created October across December stars, we became
disobedient underneath the glorious names we sang that night for lips speak magic when
they pretend to lie and dishonesty was but a kiss away from sunrise.


Time stung me come August, come March, come the age of thirty-two, her eyes had been shut
for years now and she sunk beneath flowers I am positive would be beautiful enough to
photograph had I the courage to glance, but my feet have never crossed the grass that
blankets her and roots her promises...

tangled beneath tomorrow with a tight grasp on yesterday, and I wonder if the days have
yet to fade the color of her hair.


It rained in January when I existed miles away, teardrops of memories that fell as softly
as the whispers of her name, I closed the bedroom door tightly and listened intensely for
the echoes of dishonesty, for she remained there, somewhere, behind mirrors that painted
her and the lies that bit my tongue, that reassured me...


our hand prints would hide from summer...

covered in ice-cream secrets that screamed her pain from a smile, from a foolish wish that
spoke us inseparable.


Her eyes, blue as October, slapped me, that day, as they painted themselves the secrets
girls are never supposed to witness, as they refused to allow April to fall but declared

honesty

with the beauty that she

could never see.




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Untitled #209 / Nancy Wilson #1

Nancy Wilson!
How could I have forgotten you!
Because you’re the little sister!
Because you’re so down to earth!


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~ (~) ~ (Four Part-s-Part #2) Dedicated in Love to My Little Sister ~ Tina Marie Haynes ~ (~) ~

She reminded me of my Sister Tina... She had been adopted by a Christian Minister and her family, as we all eventually were, each separately adopted... who lived life to the fullest of faith. As they adopted so many children that had their own particular needs for love, and had had their struggle themselves with their own desire for it... Tina had a rare lung disorder, a form of Emphysema, and passed away at 6 1/2 years of age... But was as grateful for life as I feel a person could aspire to be... Every time she was asked "Tina" How are you feeling today?" She would fight, and I mean with all of her love for life to say... "I am just fine today, and how are you yourself today?" And she would talk with them for a time. She could barely even speak most of the time, and was in a wheel chair and on oxygen for the majority of her life, but she wanted people to know still that her life was wonderful... and was still concerned about another's day... She new that with God, she was well taken care of, and wanted the world to know this too... "I have always found this to be the most precious and endearing thing, among the very many things about her... and so the kitten that my daughter brought home for us could barely meow, and welcomed life and struggled to embrace it even though hers was distraught at the time... We kept her, and loved her greatly, and intently for this one reason... and every time someone was not feeling well, she would lay by their side or on there chest, upon their heart, and would stay there purring until they were well... A peculiar side note about her... My wife read the bible every day, and left it on our bed... and every time Precious was in labor, she would lay on that bible, and "I believe" Be praying to God for us and her new kittens that were on the way... That their life would bring a new life of this kind to another's, and so I find that she reminded me of my Sister Tina... in so many ways... because she was always grateful for life, and another's life, loved God, and moved to show it in all her ways, and I always found that the name that we gave her "Precious". Was the most fitting and adoring and endearing name that we could have given her... Because this is what she, like my little Sister, was to all of us, and to everyone she came in contact with, and who came in contact with her... . http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=28yTkaR-q3Q&feature=related


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Cathie

Cathie has helped me be the man
I was always meant to be
Changing my life for evermore
Setting my spirit free

Can't begin to explain to you
How much I love this girl
To my deepest depths and deeper
My friend, my wife, my pearl

We met when she was six years old
Her sister was the prize
But life can sure twist things around
We know not what secrets lie
 
Brother in law and sister in law
When Linda was my wife
Tragedy struck, Linda was gone
She helped me through the strife

We married two years later
And haven't looked back since
We'll be together till the very end
Of this I am convinced

Cathie is my dear, dear wife
Without her I'd be lost
Life has many twists and turns
Fate caused our paths to cross

© Jack Ellison 2012


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hopscotch

knobby-knee’d, toes that stop 
bend and pick up 
penny, marble, rock 
outside chalk 
on concrete, begging, for me to turn around 
for one more try 


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Family Commandments

Family Commandments


Thou shall not pull thy sisters hair. Thou you shall chew thy food.
Thou shall not stay out until Midnight. Thou shall be in a better mood.
Though shall not answer me back. Thou you shall brush thy hair.
Though shall not wear that in public. Thou you shall behave in here.
Thou shall not give me cheek and run as fast as thou art.
Though shall not rush thy homework. Though you shall begin from the start..
Thou shall not scream at every opportunity no mater  if thy lungs be strong.
Thou shall not dance in tantrum. Thou you shall stay home where you belong.
Thou shall not eat me out of house and home. Though you shall get a job.
Thou shall not sit round like a bum. Thou you shall turn into a slob.
Thou shall not fight with your sister. Thou you shall give her a cuddle.
Though you shall not bunk away from school. Or Thou shall be in a muddle.
Thou shall not make noise while soaps are on, if you know what's good for thy ears.
Thou shall not blame your brother, Thou you shall see his tears.
Thou shall not ever worry, Thou I am here for you.
Thou shall not ever be sad. Thou you shall be happy It's true.
Thou shall not ever fret, even though we shall have our fears.
Thou shall never be alone. Thou you shall know we care.
Thou shall always have a life, Though u shall be happy and care.
Thou shall not have a problem alone. Thou you will know we are near.
Thou shall not take for granted, That shall be full of pride.
Though shall never wish for more, with thou family by thou side

By Shirley Moody


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He Knows

What words can I use to ease the pain you carry in your heart,
It saddens me to see you suffering in a world gloomy and dark.
    All your days are filled with thoughts of  worries and guilty feelings,
From dusk till dawn you go on and on but your life has no meaning.
   These twisted ideas of your misunderstood emotions driving you insane,
Night after night you will toss and turn thinking  you are the blame .
   There was nothing more we could do that would have changed that day,
It was his time and we had no choices because that is just Gods way .
   You must remember  he was never alone no matter  what you may remember,
Please get by this and get on with your life and forget that day in late September.
   How angry he would be if  he was here and saw how you  have not moved on,
That's something we know he would say by telling you that you are wrong.
   I can't imagine him ever wanting you to stop living after he had passed away,
Don't be a fool wasting your life thinking about me that's what he would  say.
   How do I help make it better for you so there is no more pain ,
First you must stop feeling it's your fault and stop taking the blame .
   Get out of this  cold dark and lonely place start living your life,
Move on to better days where you will sleep through the nights.
   He has never left you and has been here beside you all along,
Here to help you to get on with your life now that he is gone.
   It's your happiness that has him trapped here in our time ,
He will move on to where he must be once he is out of your mind.
   Think only of the good things and the love that was always there,
You never have to worry anymore he has always known you cared .
   Please do this for me so you can see you will alwys be daddy's girl,
I need you back the way you were which was a part of my world.
Tac



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I Pray For My Children and Family Too


I Pray For My Children And Family Too! I was talking with my children just the other day… I was almost “at a loss,” for the words to say! I was praying that somehow they’d understand… Christ is our solid rock! All else is ”sinking sand!” I encouraged them to daily read the Bible and to prepare. To what’s happening now… So they’re not caught “unaware.” I shared with them what it means to seek God’s holy ways… No matter what others tell them… Or what they might say! When it comes to God… May his will be understood… As one they will grow unto adulthood May God’s word guard their heart and help it to be pure! In the arms of Jesus, may their life be strong and secure! May the love of Jesus bind their hearts as one… And be a blessing to my daughters and sons! As their parent. It is my desire to strongly express… For all of my family. I wish for God’s very best! HIS best can be found in his word and the son that he’s given… May this be the very foundation on which we’re livin.’! May Jesus Christ be the focus of everything we do! May our lives be en expression of “I LOVE YOU!” May God’s peace and words of wisdom fill our minds… And may his cords of love be what forever binds! By Jim Pemberton 01/14/12


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The Child, 1 2 1

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

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


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Bosnian Proverb

"Infants drink milk"
From the hands and breasts of their mothers
When such small bottles are called our babies.
"Children drink blood"
From the wrists and necks of their fathers
As these vials struggle to be men and ladies.


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Sisters Passing

Life has curves
in the roads that are paved
bruised and battered memories 
some we have forgotten some we have saved.
All my life I looked into the heavens
for all of the answers
Now I'm seeking for God 
his Angels and his dancers.
Sitting in prison
with no one to hold
I scream out at Jesus 
who now I began to scold.
WHY?, I ask
in a rumbling rage
DID YOU TAKE MY LITTLE SISTER 
AT SUCH A YOUNG AGE?
Cursing at God
in a ugly angry voice
I ask, WHY HER 
AND NOT ME AS YOUR CHOICE?
ARE YOU NOT BRAVE ENOUGH
TO TAKE ON THE WICKED 
THAT YOU PRANCE ON THE WEAK
AND PUNCH OUT HER TICKET?
SHOW ME YOUR FACE 
AND STAND STRONG AGAINST ME
SHOW ME YOUR WRATH 
IF YOU ARE ALL YOU CLAIM TO BE!
TAKE ME GOD
AND GIVE BACK MY BABY SISTER
SEND ME TO HELL
AND LET MY SKIN BLISTER!
Just as I started 
to curse him out more
Something suddenly happened
as I was knocked to the floor.
The sky began to thunder
and my cell door started to rattle
Did God finally show up
to fight this lonely battle.
Within this mist
I continued to stare
Thinking, 'He wouldn't come
He wouldn't even dare'!
Suddenly the room 
began to clear
dazed and confused
a voice I can hear!
Soft and warm
the voice said to me
Relax big brother
it's me your sister Sandy!
The voice said, "Don't be sad 
or feel any sorrow
Live your life today 
for there is always tomorrow!
Where I am at 
is full of wondrous glory
Just read your Bible
it will tell you the story!
Be calm and be there
for our mother
Be strong for sisters
and for our brothers!
I'm just fine
and singing in Gods Choir
So please don't weep 
and let your eyes tire!
God has plans
for each and everyone
For me and for you
and for all that we have done!
It's never to late
to open your heart and your eyes
You too could live in this Kingdom
of clear blue skies!
Within seconds
the cell room cleared
The vision was gone
and all that I feared.
Full of warmth
and a comfortable feeling
I surrendered to God
and started to kneeling.
These feelings I have
will never be the same
There is more to life
than this prison game.
Upon my release
and as I exit this cell
I will kindly remind myself
that I was living in Hell.
So thank you little sister
for this vision so real
Soon we will be together
and share Gods glorious will.
I have now made my peace with God
and pleased with his decision
I will gracefully thank him
and praise him for this vision.

By Edward F. Hill


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The Hurt That I Often Feel

Yesterday, I thought I seen the back of your head,
I felt my mind shook as I started to dread,
That you were there,
But then I realized,
It wasn't you.
As I left the airport,
I got into a truck, that was just like yours,
Then all my emotional sores started hurting again.

And later on, after seeing,
That the friend I wanted to have all to myself in high school,
Already had someone to be best friends with,
I held back my tears,
And fear that maybe I'll never recover
From these emotional issues that seem to go on forever.

And I feel like I can't keep myself together...
Especially when I see two siblings who love one another,
Wishing my siblings were close to my age,
Then I wouldn't have ever felt like I was in a lonely cage,
Envying those who get to have a younger sibling jump into their arms,
Whenever I see them at school...

She always felt like a little sister for me,
I want to protect her,
But nowadays, I don't like the way she is some times,
And I feel confused, and lonelier when I see that she
Likes her other friends more than me.
Yet again, more envy, 
And I feel guilty realizing it's wrong for me to be jealous
In friendship...

I'll make sure our friendship never ends,
But I know that my loneliness will never disappear,
And I will never be able to reappear,
In school with her again, it hurts,
Especially when I don't have someone to share the suffering
Of high school work and gym.
I still feel hurt and sad, everything in elementary,
That made me glad will be pushed away,

And I'll probably feel alone everyday...
Just like the old days, when I cried at night...
And my alarm clock was my nightlight...
Now I need Him, to keep me safe,
And be my light,
Because the hurt that I often feel
Is an inner fight for life!


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Emily

Remember this for me,

The sweet and familiar scent of summers spent together
by the pool, or at the lake with old friends
and new.

And new family we made belong together-
not reliving the loss of it.
That was us.

Or the times spent outside where we laid out
on the deck by the woods and the musky scent 
of Texas wildflowers, and along the way 

Laid out a path where we'd always be friends
as we were blood.

And the rare moments where we ran together
through the Texas snow, constructing

A snowman with a muddied body covered in loose grass and twigs
and as always laughed and fought and loved.

And that together we constructed
a past that forgot-

That certain coming of age we each knew, that brought 
me to leave you aside for friends.

Or that I constantly dreamed of being somewhere else 
across the great lake and just knew of a place that brought 
in the wake of adventure all the capabilities of youth.

At first your dreams I never knew.

And I had to learn
as we grew together not to call you names through your tears 
and not mine.

That it took me awhile to learn how to cry
at all for anyone but myself.

But you were always mine 
to look after no matter the bitterness,
when you thought 
I wasn't watching. 

And I never forgot.




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CHARACTER Version 2

What the world 
Thinks a woman is?
That's her 'reputation'.

Sadly, 
It's often based
On false accusation,
Prejudice and supposition.

Upon further investigation
What's been found, 
She really is?
That's her 'character'.

For its her heart's 
Attunement and intention,
That truly matter. 
(Hence, the question.)

At any rate
Though it is fate,
Which presents 
Her circumstances,

Love still requires 
That a woman 
Take her chances,
To determine her character.
In that way 
The seeds of 
Her wisdom will scatter.

If here and now
 She were to somehow,
Receive an unexpected
And sudden impact,
How would she react?

How would she respond?
If the truth be known,
Character is a diamond 
That scratches a little,
Every other stone.

Yet never 
Has there been
A magic wand, 
Rock or crystal
More powerful 
Than a woman's
Strong backbone.

 We each need 
A mind and will
Of our own,
To fulfill.

Character 
Is a victory, 
Not a gift.
 Underneath the mystery
Lies the lesson 
To uplift.

Character, 
As a kettle 
Once mended,
Always requires repairs.

Sin, 
As a bad habit
Once transcended,
Always requires prayers.

Like the story goes,
A person shows 
What she is;
By what she does 
With what she has,
Not by whom 
She knows.

Self-determinism 
Is fine but needs 
To be tempered 
With self-control.

Misfortune will
Usually decline wherever 
Soul recognition
Becomes 
The ultimate goal.

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Wisdom Poetry by Rev.Bola A
(copyright: 12May'12)
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Dear Sister

As a rose, 
ever so beautiful, 
ever so attractive 

Perhaps, more so, 
to wishy-washy, 
whimsical wanderers, 
than hearty-heady,
homeward-bounds 

Drawn to your vivacious, 
velvety beautiful petals
Only to leave it,
scratched and scarred
 
As a rose, 
ever so beautiful, 
and attractive
Perhaps, thorns for protection, 
must you have


For MQ


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Jane Merchant (1919-1972)

Jane Merchant (2)

Invalid of flesh (but not of soul),
She saw Creation whole,
And hymned the seasons come to pass
Beyond her bedroom window-glass—
December trees—and April rain-wet grass.

                        ~

    Jane Hess Merchant was born in 1919 on a dairy farm outside of Knoxville. She was the
youngest of four children. Her family lived on farms in Knox County and Jefferson County
until she, her mother, and her sister Elizabeth moved to Knoxville after her father's
death in 1949. Jane was confined to her bed at age twelve due to the congenital bone
disease Osteogenesis Imperfecta, which made her bones extremely brittle and thus prevented
virtually all physical activity. Indeed, what little of the outside world Jane saw was
from her parents' arms when they carried her outside as a child. The same disease that
confined Jane to her bed also caused her to go deaf at the age of twenty-three. She lived
with her mother and sister Elizabeth, who cared for her until her death.

    Although many people may have considered Jane to be hopelessly crippled and thus to be
treated as an object of pity, she was extremely active in the literary world until her
death on January 3, 1972. She wrote more than 3,000 poems, over 2,000 letters, dozens of
prose pieces, and published ten collections of her poetry. Jane did not consider herself
pitiful in any way: as the Reverend Gordon Sterchi put it at her funeral, "no one who knew
Jane pitied her or thought her life dreary. They understood that her life was more joyful
that their's [sic]. They realized that she saw more from the bed than they saw from the
boulevards."


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Depression Kills

I don't know how long it has been since i heard your voice, 
I don't know why i left without a word, but it was not my choice.
You wished me away, so i left without a word,
you told me to lose you, that's all i ever heard. 

Tears ran down my face with every thought of you,
not being able to see your smile, it would punch me though.
My chest has a whole, that you put there,
it hurts some times, but its not like i care.

I been hurt to many times before to feel anything at the moment,
I thought we had some thing special, but at the end you broke it.
So now again i am all alone and I have no shoulder,
my life is empty now i am beginning to feel allot colder. 

You showed me what people can be like, some thing like you,
people that hurt others and than walk away like they had nothing to do.
But they don't know that they just ripped some ones heart out,
and your left alone, once again, bleeding on the ground.


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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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Just Don't Expect Me To Be Pleased

I’ll always be here
Just don’t expect me to be pleased
If you live with someone who hits you.

I’ll kick up a fuss
So don’t expect me to keep quiet
I won’t.

I’ll always care
But I do feel cross 
You chose to live with someone like that.

You did nothing for months
A big pretence
You said “ it’s  fine.” It wasn’t.

The kids were scared
You smiled
Don’t think I couldn’t see you were scared too.

You read in the news
“He did this, he did that.”
“Why didn’t her family help “we all asked.

So I did
I don’t care if you are annoyed
He’s gone. You are safe.

I’ll always be here
Just don’t expect me to be pleased
Not yet, it takes time.


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Lost Where They do not Belong <> End Line Poem

Parents and spouses to their photo's they look,  Another
           hero was killed fighting for our freedom.   Lost  
                       so far from his home and family,   Today
       we continue to send our sons and daughters,   But
                                there will come a day when,   They
                                      will live as free as we do.   Will
                         we ever learn from these theatres,    Never
                       again should we out live our children.    Be
  cause' another was lost today, but they will never be,    Forgotten



" I hope i have done this form devised by Dane Ann and HG proud "




http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-6.php


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Things You Must Know

You must know-
 you have to make her a happy wife
 give her a wonderful life
You must know-
 she is special to me
 make her as happy as she can be
You must know-
 her first marriage was unbelieveably rough
 his beatings made her very tough
You must know-
 her life has been hard
 forever her heart is scarred
You must know-
 there will be days when all she can do is cry
 she'll scream to God
 he was to young to die
You must know-
 there are no words to make her pain go away
 understand she has to take it day by day
You must know-
 she is a daughter, a big sister
 an aunty, and a mother
 compare her to no other
You must know-
 my whole life she has took care of me
 there are days we need each other you'll see
You must know-
 she has a family that no matter what, we still love
 we'll always be there when push comes to shove
Finally you must know-
 she is one of a kind
 someone better, you will never find


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I married my sister

My marriage ended when I learned that my wife is my sister.
We were married for twenty years and I sure have missed her.
When I learned that we are brother and sister, my heart sank.
Soon after I was born, Dad sold his sperm to a sperm bank.
Until last year, I had no idea that Dad had another kid.
I will never forgive him for what he did.
For years I was so happy but now I just want to die.
My perfect life was shattered and all I can do is cry.
I tried to kill myself in my car with carbon monoxide.
But my cousin found me in time and sadly I survived.
When our marriage ended, my whole world fell apart.
Now I'm doomed to always have this broken heart.
The love that my wife and I shared was as pure as a dove.
But now my life is over because I had to give up the woman who I love.

(THIS IS A FICTIONAL POEM.)


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The Longest Road

The longest road that I recall,
isn’t very long at all
I used to ride it is a child
on sunny Saturday afternoons
my sister and I play car games
she says “That is your house”
and points to a trailer
I say “This is yours”
and point to a dumpster
Yet we do not worry
what really will become of us
We continue in our coloring books
Along with an old banjo cassette
and when we feel gravel under the tires
and we can no longer color inside the lines
we’ll know we are close to arrival.
My sister graduates from Law school this may
and I am just now getting started
The longest road that I recall
Isn’t really long at all.


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What a Girl Should Never See

Hes looking into her eyes,
The way he used to look into mine.
Hes holding her hand,
As tightly as he used to hold mine.
Hes telling her he loves her,
Just like he used to tell me .
Hes risking his life for her,
The way he used to risk it for me.
Hes kissing her softly,
The way I dreamed he would kiss me.
Hes holding her closely,
As closely as he used to hold me.
i just stand there and watch them
theres nothing else i can do 
just sit back and watch my first love
replace me with my sister....


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A DEDICATION TO ALL SOUP '' FAM '' UNITED-TING

POETRY IS OUR NAUTURE N' 
STRIDE,(LIFE..) TO LET GO!! 
EACH PEN STROKES A UNIQUE 
*POWER* VIBRANTLY BLASTED 
COULOR: EN~SYNCED WORDS, 
JUST DIFFRENTLY EX* 
PRESSED..(IMAGINABLE!!)
WE STAND ON FIRMED LAND; 
FULL OF LOVE N' NOT HATE; 
WE PULE N' LAUGH, BEING 
SERIOUS OR JOKE AROUND:
WE'RE EQUALLY ABANDONED,
BUT AGAIN PICKED~UP BY A LOVING 
HANDED STRANGER IN 
STRENGTH.... AGAINST INK 
SPILLED... WHERE WE ARE TRUSTED 
IN LOYALTY AND GATHERED 
THOUGHTS TO EXPLORE THIS 
WORLD WE ONCE DESPIZED; A 
MAXIMUM EXPLOSSION OF JOY 
N' CHEER, ALL SEEMS SO 
CLEAR ON LOVE OF THE SOUP 
(*FAM..*) ATMOSPHERE* 
UNITED*TING!!! INKS PENNED;
AS ONE...COME JOIN US...

THIS IS A TRIBUTE TO ALL 
SOUP (*FAM..*)

WRITEN BY: SWEETHEART 
CARMA 06-19-12

INSPIRED BY:
BRITTANY MaD InK CalDwELl;
PACE, G "INK-U-SCRIPT" AND;
MARLON (THE SCRIBE)...
THANK YOU DEAR POETS!!!!


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BREAK THIS SILENCE...

Open your mouth
and break this silence.
When was he given a licence?
This is your body,
You don’t always have to be sorry!
His hand on your jaw
Makes your face purple and sore
Is marriage,  a war?
Is this why you have come so far?
No money, just drinks, and bars!
Tacky  wowmen  and fancy cars.
he will learn
when the tables have turned
To hold you tight 
Instead of fighting, and  arguing
all through the night. 
You have to be brave,
You are not his slave
Feel proud to say
I made my move, i did not stay!



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An irreplaceable moment like this

Those were the best five seconds I have ever felt,
Hearing those words "You are going to be aunt" made my heart melt.
I am so happy for my sister, she is going to be an amazing mom,
Her warm heart is going to keep you, baby, calm.

I already love you little baby more than anything in this world,
Knowing that I am going to be an aunt, makes my life crystaled and pearled.
You give me something to live for, something to look forward to,
The feelings I have for you are o so true.

Just thinking about you puts a smile on my face,
you are more than a gift from God, you are a little piece of grace.
I am counting down the days, till I meet my beautiful nephew or niece,
where I get to see you, a little slice of heaven, in a mini piece.

I can't wait to teach you how to read, and ride a bike,
and to teach you that the greatest things in life are more than a hike.
I long for the day when I get to hear your heart beat,
and to see you and tickle your little feet.

A mother and a father who are going to love you the most,
and to be sure to comfort you and are going to be the ones to boast.
Nine months till I meet you seems a lifetime away,
but I hope you always know that i will love you forever, and be here to stay.


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That September Day in 2001

Two thousand seven Hundred and fifty victims Murdered, Rest in Peace My entry into Nathan's 9-11 contest http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/america.php


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Little Sister

You don't listen
To what anyone says
Claim to hate your life
But do nothing to better it
Run around with who you want
Despite your parents' warnings
Blow off your sisters, brother, friends
Every time they offer help
It was all just fun and games
Until you ended up infected
Visited the doctor
Got everything fixed
Thought all was well again
Then came the double line
Pregnant. 

Any color but white
Your parents are against
It's never stopped you
Now, it's growing in you
At a loss for words,
No one knows what to do or say
Always here and willing to help
Just completely disappointed
We told you to use protection
If for anything, your health
But now a baby grows in you
You have a decision to make.

Keep it?
Your parents will disown you
Goodbye home. Goodbye car. Goodbye phone.
Adoption?
Still have to tell your parents. Good bye life.
Could you really give your child away?
Abortion?
Parental consent still needed.
Money you don't have still needed. 
Keep it? Adoption? Abortion?
What's it going to be?


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Common

____________________________________

~ a muse of golden brown a beautiful dark etched love my sisters, my brothers fly free in this day so vivid a clear path pushing toward completion a unity.... solidarity.... shall we dance a sub-Saharan prance collective rhythms, a shuffle step a long time coming this freedom bright colors adorn overflowing spirit of love....... so grand , so free grab hold of my hand together we shall prove common! ~


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YOU ARE MORE PRECIOUS

You Are More Precious! You are more precious than silver or gold, More precious to me than could ever be told. My love for you is deep and endless, nothing can compare with it... I’s so wondrous! The life you have, the twinkle in your eye... My love for you is higher than the sky! You’re so precious to ME... a great treasure, I love you so much... beyond measure! Whatever path of life you may take, My love will be there for you— like an open gate… By Jim Pemberton


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Life Of A Hurt Family

What life holds for a loved one out there,
Who choose the life of the dark streets,
Instead of living here,
What she has choose didnt make the two ends meet.
My beloved little sister choose the addiction of drugs,
And my mother and I sit in agony wondering when god will save her from the devils work,
We miss a part of a family wishing we can give her a hug,
We put all the pain and worry in the hands of the Lord.
We pray that he gets her off the streets in a safe way,
While she's out there throwing herself out there for the men to make money,
We pray we can hold that little girl we once knew again some day,
And be able to know we have that girl back and seeing she is as sweet as honey.
Not have a loved one use and steal off of us,
Just to know the streets won't kill my sister first,
All we can do know is have faith and trust,
All of this right now is just a curse.
We recieve a phone call one night,
The police arrested her for robbery,
We finally see the light,
My sister sitting in the jail house wishing she could win the lottery.
God answered our prayers,its better then the death of a family member,
Today I thank him and always will for saving her from the dark path she was heading to,
I'm glad that her life won't hither,
My sister would have killed herself and the unborn two.


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my sister

My sister is one of a kind and I know shes always by my side I know we fight.

and sometime dont get along my sister and I are like a song.

The bond between us will never break she's my best friend 
.
and it will never change I love my sister


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Ghosts of South Dakota part 3

                     There were seven Indian Government schools.  All built alike.  The 
one I'm writing about is Spring Creek.  He Dog, Soldier Creek and White River, 
Grass Mountain, Two Kettle, and Black Pipe were the other schools.  The 
Headquarters for these schools was at Rosebud, South Dakota. 
	On some summer evenings we were able to talk our mothers into 
hiking to the lookout tower.  We followed the ankle deep sandy trail road to the 
cliff north of the school.,  A canyon lay at the foot of the tower but we climbed the 
bluff.  I don't know why we didn't explore the canyon unless it seemed dark and 
sinister.  The footing was better once we reached the summit.  The closer we got 
to the tower the taller it grew and standing at the foot of the steps looking up was 
easier than getting to the top and looking down.  My mother didn't usually make it 
to the top because she didn't like heights.  But she didn't mind being left behind 
this time.  We never could get into the building at the top because it was locked, 
but we could climb the steps to the very last one.  Even my little sister managed 
to elude mom and followed us to the top. 
	From the bluff we could look down on the garden.  My aunt grew a 
huge garden and canned the produce for the hot meals served the school 
children.  We kids didn't work in the garden very often, but we looked for the arrow 
heads and fossils.  Which, I suspect the adults probably considered the best 
place for us.
	At the end of the road, living in shack, was Old Lady Grease.  I have a 
vague recollection of seeing her.  Tiny, frail, wrinkled and gray headed is all I can 
remember.
	In spring and fall we were in school in Kansas.
	It's Christmas now.  Cold and usually snowy.  We were in a winter 
wonder land.
	I'm standing at the fire escape window.  The ghostly pale full moon is 
illuminating the naked arms of the trees as they shiver in the wind, swaying to 
and fro as if dancers in a ballet.  I listen to the winter sounds. The frigid air 
enhances their sharpness.  The ax's thud echoes up the canyon as one of the 
Indians across the river chops another supply of wood.  One of his peers beats 
on the drum.  It is one-thirty a. m.  but the thin walls of the tents do not keep the 
cold out.  Day or night this chore must be attended to for survival.


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Friendships Are Easy To End Hard To Rebuild


Friendship’s Are Easy to End… Hard To Rebuild! When it comes to friendships, many are quick to “end it.” I seldom see very few that try to “rebuild it.” A harsh word said. An angry thought spoken. Can often cause many friendships to be broken! Scripture says; “be quick to listen.” “Slow to speak.” May we speak God’s grace each day of the week. A broken friendship can cause feelings of anger. And soon, our “ex-friend.” becomes a “stranger.” God will not give you a trophy for those you’ve “un-friended.” May you ask for his love to have your hearts “amended.” Broken friendship can have many repercussions. Often leading to gossip and back-biting discussions. May we seek God’s forgiveness to come back together. May his love be the glue that binds you forever! Life is too short to end a friendship. The person you left, could be going through a hardship! May the peace and love of Christ bind us as one! And bring a healing to every parent, daughter and son! By Jim Pemberton


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I will leap, cling and protect

I remember leaping through there air 
and clinging to you.
I honestly cant remember why.
I just remember it was to protect you,
to be there for you,
to comfort you .
I was your big sister then 
Now I am nothing more to you 
than a voice on the phone,
a thousand miles away.
I want to leap through the air again 
cling to you 
be there for you 
comfort you again 
This time I don’t even know why.
You shut me out of your life long ago.
Made it perfectly clear no more. 
No more leaping
               clinging
               or protecting you.
I know I have made some mistakes 
I know we have had our fights 
and yes I know how much you hate me now.
But know this 
I will always leap through the air 
cling to you,
protect you 
be there for you 
to comfort you 
even if I have to do it from miles away 
For I was your big sister then 
and I am your big sister now and always.


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I Remembered My 7th Grade Locker Partner

I talked to my sister today.
It's been over eight years.
The first word that she wrote
began the flood of tears.

I said to her simply ''Hey''
she answered simply ''Hey''.
The saddest part through all of this
was we didn't know what to say.

I told her I was crying
and I just couldn't stop.
She said I shouldn't waste my tears...
they continued still to drop.

I saw my sister clearly 
as she was when we were teens.
With only one year between us
she doesn't know what this means.

Nobody thought we were sisters.
They knew we were best friends.
We even shared a locker...
who'd know that's where it ends? 

She fought to leave the horror
of what our lives became.
She thought she wanted freedom....
She never was the same.

Her life became so twisted
between foster homes and pain.
I wish I could've helped her
but, I was hurting just the same.

I told her I was crying
and I just couldn't stop.
She said I shouldn't waste my tears...
they continue still to drop.


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They Fight,,, 10-13-08

they fight all the time.
they fight and it never stops.
they fight and it never gets better.
they fight and it always gets worse.
they fight til they're blue in the face.
they fight til i can't stand it anymore.
they fight and i cry cuz there's nothing i can do.
the fighting and the crying never stop.
there's nothing i can do but pray.
they're always fighting.
it won't stop.
they hide it so well...
the pain they're in...
it's like they've never fought before...


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Letters to my Juliet

Dear little Julie, you have grown into a woman now,
you have changed so much since the time i remember i just didn't know how.
I mean come on your almost as tall as me, and your my baby sister,
each day that goes by i just see you getting stronger and faster.

When you came into this world i couldn't be more happier,
when i took you in my arms and shed a tear i new you were going to be blessing.
And now you grow and grow some more,
i don't even recognize you anymore.

You have a good mind and a strong heart,
i guess that's what a person gets when she's not apart.
Apart from one person that loves you the most,
i just don't want to make you cry with my boast. 

You have a whole life ahead of you little sister,
i just pray and hope that you chose to live your life like a mistress.
Cause if anything else i would die,
and maybe even close my eyes and cry.

I wish you could feel the love i have for you cause it is un-explainable,
but if you try hard enough with all your might, it might be possible.
I just wanted you to know how i feel about you,
I'll love you till i die and i wont say it only a few. 



Dedicated to my baby sister Julie.


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My Apology

I’m the president of your fan club.
I only do whatever it is that you want me to do.
I’ll follow you like a loyal dog to the ends of the earth.
All I want you to do is try to accept me as the wind does a kite, like fireworks to the sky, like my poetry to your heart.
But all I do is screw up and follow up by a stupid decision that breaks your heart.
I think I’m in love but I don’t know with who.
If only I didn’t push you away or turn the other page.
I’m attracted to you like fish in the sea.
Only if you could see my apology for thee.


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Smile

For every time you beat me
I smile
For every time you told me I'd be nothing
I smile
For every time you stood over and threatened me
I smile
For every plate you threw that turned the dinner table into place of fear
I smile
For every time you told me I was a black bastard
I smile
For the time you held before me my pet rabbit and said you would kill it
I smile
For every year it took for your legacy to dissolve
I smile

For every time you punched my mother
For the drips of blood that flowed from her wounds
For the time I soaked in fear when the ambulance came for her
For the time you kicked my sister in the stomach
For everything you did to her
For every time I hated myself for not being strong enough to defend my sister and mother
For every time we begged you to stop
I smile

For the time you broke my record player
For the time you threw my TV out the window
For the time you burnt all my books
For the time you smashed my bike I loved
For the time you threw my tenth birthday cake out the window
For every torturing word you swore at me
For the time you threw the pavement slab at me
For the time you opened every window upstairs and told me to jump
For every time you told me no one would ever love me
For the time you pinned me against the kitchen wall
For every time I cowered from your fists
For every time you locked me in my room for days
For every time I cried and wanted to die to escape from you
For every time I thought you were going to kill me
For every time I've learnt to forget
I smile

I smile
because I know everything you did and said was wrong
I smile
because with time and the love of others I have been able to move on
I smile
because from so much hate I've learnt that to love is greater
I smile
because I'm proud of how far my sister and I have come
I smile
because despite all you did to us
we can hold our heads high
and smile


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Love Restores Peace

At 8:30 AM,
"Get up, LAURA! Charlie! Wake up...Robert...Wake up."
No reply...no reply...just ignore my wake up calls...yell at me all you want
You make me cry...cry...just shatter me like glass...you place me in the trash, but I still feel this discontent
Deep inside of me...
There's a sea of remorse swirling around me...
At 12:15 AM,
"Hey Laura!"
No reply...no reply...
"What are you doing?"
I just want to cry...a river...why?
She still ignores me...now I'm feeling the anxiety...
She still jokes around with me, but I feel so angry...and so empty...
She's texting her friends again...I must talk to her sometime
She still doesn't answer my calls...she doesn't care to wipe off my grime
Sponging inside of me...
I guess I'm left with my chores for today
My heart is swelling up in dismay...and my sky turns to gray
And I pray...for relief and I just want to say...
I love my sisters and brothers, but they truly don't care for me...or at least that's what I think till this very day
This lonesome feeling sufficates me...
Go ahead and ignore me, sister
You just added another blister
In my mouth, my hopelessness avalanches all over the ground
You make me frustrated...and now my head spins round and round
And I feel bound...
By stress and torment! 
Go ahead and neglect my voice
My heart is seeping out misery...pumping with fret...
while you text your friends and rejoice
In my head, my painstaking regrets torture me profoundly
You don't care to listen - live your life without me
My soul is left in the cold...
Oh! Go ahead! Let me mold...mold...
I worry about you, sister...
But you left me to dry like glue...you made me suffer
don't beg to differ...
Go ahead! Blow fire in my direction...
I warn you...you don't want to see an eruption
I don't want to be ensnared by my corruption... 
Please God...pick me off from the ground...
and show me some direction
Or I'll be broken down like the titanic...
And You don't wanna see me panic...
Panic...
At 1:00 AM,
I decide to pray to God for protection...
I pray...I pray...
I wait for His reply..........................
He helped me fight 
my depression wars
He unchained me from the cage...
and taught me how to fly
He cherished me...
He understood me 
and He still does till this day...
He healed my sores...
And He doesn't ignore my calls! 
He makes me feel content 
even in the midst of hardships - 
I pray...I wait...I cry...
For His comfort daily...
to nourish me 
when I feel ignored
Or when I'm stabbed in loathe...
I pray that Your peace be restored
In our family once more.
I wait
For peace
To fix the broken glass...to fix the emotions breaking us all
I pray
For the chaos to cease
To make the whole world rejoice...to encourage us to stand tall
Will love make us whole again?


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Woman

Being a woman is a gift.
Whether you’re black, white, red or blue.
It doesn’t matter as long as you are you.
Being hurt and punished by the men you love.
Is it their fault you f**ked with no glove?
Beaten, bruised, obeying all his rules.
Why not just refuse; refuse to be his slave, refuse to be his punching bag, refuse to be his last choice.
It’s time to stand up and raise your voice.
Tell him whose boss and why you took it all.
Remember the time he f**ked your best friend
Remember the times he said
“Baby I’ll be there until the end”
Remember the beatings, burns, cuts and bruises;
It’s time to tell him who loses.
Be the woman who can stand on her own two feet.
Be the woman who refuses to be with a man and be beat.
Life is too short to stay locked down
He continued to knock you down 
But its time to get up and get off the ground.
You’re free to be the woman you were meant to be…


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SLEEPING OUT

      SLEEPING OUT

The stars were bright
And it was spring
They watched the moon
Enwrapped in rings
Of showers,
  Stars imploding

A rusty spring was dragged
To lie
They watched star-splendor of night sky
 brother, sister
Melted there
To join the universal prayer



Note: My brother Jack—a university student when I was 4 years old—spent many precious hours with me. I shall never forget these times and these magic moments


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When We Were Young

When were really young
Untouched by all the pain that
Came in later years
How Joyfully we used to play.

Elven wars, games wigh figures.
Writing songs, a play dog named
Xlix.
Counting to a thousand or
Just plain reading.
A happy sister with her
Two brother siblings.

While most of my life I
Would not live over,
In my heart it pains me
That we fell so far apart.
I really, really miss those days
When we were younger.
What I miss are my two little brothers.


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Blacks

It’s like we’re doing them people a favor
Showing them, that we own up to what they say;
Stereo types isn’t the way,
But we as blacks are proving them right..
They believe that we’ll kill eachother before the 
Last night,
& all our women
 gone fall a victim to the streets,
Weak minded;
Not even having our children anything to eat..
The only good thing we got going for ourself
Is education,
& that aint gone support the whole nation..

Come on nie,
We gotta take stand!
Teach our children how to believe in
Themselves,
Show our mothers that they
Can make it without a man!
Prove to our fathers,
That they’ll regret they 
Neglected us!
Tell our brothers the
“Freak” that noise,
& Stop that fuss!
Its like we all against 
Eachother, 
But it shouldn’t be this way,
We gotta get it together some day;
Them people know what they doing…
Pretending to solve these crimes,
But knowing their using the same line,
Only place they wanna see us is the cemetery,
Hmm..
Or maybe jail?
But if we don’t make there,
Best to believe:
They hoping we on the
High way to hell,
But we gotta prove em’ 
Wrong,
Its been too long,
Take a stand,
Cause black women don’t need any man,
Children needa believe in themselves,
Fathers should regret the neglect,
& our brothers need to stop the fuss,
I’m trying not to cuss,
But all this frustration just built up
Inside,
Its  kinda hard to hide!
Think about it:
Rosa
Parks,
Martin
Luther King,
Malcom X..
& More, fault
For our freedom;
Now we got it, 
& we abusing it,
Kinda like our fathers try our mothers,
But that’s a whole other subject,
We gotta get it together
& that’s a bet(:

Inspired by 2Pac Words of Wisdom(:


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Juztice Zyon Warrior Mahauariki

From the moment you were born,
From my own hand you arrived.
You’ll always hold that special place inside me,
Until the day I die.

From day two you were mine,
We took everything in our stride.
You completed our little family,
Those were happier times.

Your brothers and sister adapted quickly,
Such an influence your presence became.
There was never a dull moment in our house,
There fighting over you drove me insane.

Now all that’s left is emptiness,
A void that will never be filled.
I’m not the only one who feels it,
Your brothers and sister do too.

Everything that has transpired,
Is no fault of your own.
In the power struggle of relationships,
Children unfortunately get caught in the cross fire.

I miss and love you so much,
But I refuse to let you be used.
So by turning my back and saying goodbye,
Is ripping my heart in two…

M.Mahauariki © 2010


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Invisible Music

My ears are ringing, singing
to the tune of invisible music
as I fall into bed after a
short, scalding shower after a
long, exhausting night of dancing at the clubs
after I left the game with that beautiful,
beautiful young black-haired lady after
I spirited her away from her friends in an old sedan
after I called to see if it was okay after
I spent an agonizing hour eating in silence in a
restaurant with my friends who all had dates
after she called to say she couldn’t come,
her little sister needed her, her friends were coming over,
after I thought we’d set our plans into stone
after we spent hours on the phone talking the night away
after I had asked her to Homecoming,
after I had first laid eyes on her,
after I had changed my schedule from Film
Studies to Creative Writing
on a whim.


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To my mommy

Hard times are those things we go threw 
Bad times are the things that we go threw in our minds
When life is a stuggle 
People itself sometimes bring into your life trouble 
When there's know one around 
I'll be here for you my sweet mother 
And when you are gone I'll take care of my little sister and brother 
I'll be sadwhen you leave 
But  I'll always know you'll be looking down with a smile on your face
Everything I do I it for you 
Without my sweet mother where would I be  or What would I do.
I Love You!


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Speaking That Which Is Wholesome And Good

Speaking That Which Is Wholesome and Good… You must be careful to speak that which is good and wholesome. Speaking like this will minister to others.. In a way that will "bless them!" May the words that are chosen, be used for edification… May they be said in a manner of a Godly dedication! As you speak… May you minister grace to the listener. Brining healing in the words spoken to your brother and sister! The words of kindness and love… May we all freely give it. And not quench the work of the Holy Spirit! As we are sealed by God on the day of redemption. We’re called to be HIS example. There’s no exemption! May all bitterness, wrath and anger immediately diminish. So our spiritual lives can be daily replenished! Be kind toward one another, gracious and tenderhearted… So the goodness of God… Through you… Can be started! As you forgive other… As Christ has forgiven you… May we not forget HIS words: “I LOVE YOU!” The power and grace of God is what he’s anxiously revealing. As you apply HIS words with a purpose and meaning! By Jim Pemberton Read Ephesians 4:29-32


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The Girl With No Name

November 26, 2009
She walks with her head down,
She wonders with no purpose,
She has a mother who forgets her,
She has a father who dosnt want her,
She has parents who cant handle her,
What is she to do with herself?
She has two sets of parents,
Neither seem to want her,
She has a big family but,
None have time for her,
She hides her tears,
She hides her pain,
She hides the abuse,
She blocks people out.
This is her legacy ,
This is her story,
This is her life,
This is the girl with no name.


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My Power Story

My Power Story

As a child, I only saw 
the power of three,
my Mom, 
             my Dad 
                      and me.
                             We were a solid three.

When my brother Jon was born
I adopted the power of four.
Because he I adored,
I learned to make room for four.

When I was eight,
I learned to value
the power of two,
me and my best friend Sue.
Without her by my side, there was
nothing I could do!

Then my horizons began
to broaden and I learned
the power of five, six, seven
Eight and ten…
My numbers of friends
kept increasing.
My world was 
constantly multiplying
and dividing, as soon as 
puberty bloomed in me.

But when chirping blue birds
and naked cherubs started  
spinning around my head,
when the love struck and
set in at age nineteen,
I seemed to go backwards,
back to the power of two.

Those were the glory days
when we could sit and
gaze into each other’s eyes
for days.  We’d walk through
the park and the zoo
holding hands and saying
I love you.

Clueless was I, that the
misuse of this mystical power 
of two, could leave
me battered and bruised,
and emotionally
used and abused.

Once my stone tower of two
came tumbling down,
the power of two didn’t seem as
fresh as spring dew anymore,
as before when I thought our love
was strong enough to last forever!

For years the soured 
power of two made me
want to run endlessly,
to distant corners
of the earth just to escape
the painful memories
of ever being a part of this
dreadful duo.

Now I am starting
to enjoy the warm rays of sun
and the dynamic fun
that I’ve found in
the best power
of them all,
the power of one!

Just me,
by myself in the
day to day grind,
learning to stand strong as one,
to love and to nurture myself,
enjoying my life
without any strife.

There’s a lot to be said
about the power of one.
Learning to find joy and peace,
just being me for a while.

One day I’ll probably
be ready to move on to
whatever power is next for me,
when loneliness
starts to sour this 
single power.

But for now,
I’ll enjoy the
power of one,
to the tenth
degree,
just being me!


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Murder in the Skies

It was on this day
December the 21st, 1988
Pan Am Flight 103
Would learn of it's fate
 
Blown out of the sky
For all the world to see
Two hundred and fifty nine people
Rained down on me
 
My country Scotland
Lockerbie town
The falling of life
In deathly down
 
This 747
Model 121
Laid-en with fuel
The horror's begun
 
Argentinian, Belgium
Bolivia too
Canada, France
Sat beside you
 
Germany, Hungary
India as well
Hey, Herr 
The flights going well
 
Ireland, Israel
Italy flew
To go to the States
All feeling brand new
 
Jamaica, Japan
Philippines seated
Family toil
Families depleted
 
South Africa, Spain
Sweden in flight
JFK
Will not be tonight
 
Switzerland, Trinidad and Tobago
The United Kingdom, United States
All of the above
On this December date
 
We also remember
Eleven on the ground
Who obliterated to nothing
Not hearing a sound
 
The town of Lockerbie
Will never be the same
Yet one of the gang goes free
Because the poor guys in pain
 
Where's the compassion
Of the 270 lost
Their memory now tarnished
To the Scottish Governments cost
 
We set him free
To his home he goes
Treated like a hero
All compassion has froze
 
My thoughts and my tears
Are for the truly lost ones
Who will never enjoy
The return to their hometown


In dedication to the 270 who lost their lives on December 21st 1988.



http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/loss.php




 


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Are You God ophobic

Are You God-ophobic? I’ve heard of phobias of different kinds. I’m sure there’s many people with “confused” minds. But there’s one “phobia” that concerns me the most. It’s a “God phobia” that’s drawing so close. It’s like people have a phobia of “In God we trust.” While so many of their lives are burdened with lust. A lust for pleasure and whatever “pleases for the moment.” Many are looking for various kinds of “fulfillment.” But fearing and obeying God? This sounds absurd! Why should anyone care? Much less… Read his word? Even prayer seems to be “a thing of the past.” How much longer will this country last? What we should fear… Is the wrath of God that will come… For not believing and accepting Jesus… His son! Everything we’ll ever need. Has already been provided! An abundant life with Christ can now be decided! Won’t you accept his gift of life everlasting? And look beyond human reasoning and understanding? Put your faith in God. And HIM alone! So you too, can have a place in his eternal home! By Jim Pemberton


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Top of the roof

Daddy told us not too, while Mom sourly warned. Though they scolded, loud and clear, we devilishly disobeyed. Up on that roof top, at least 30 feet from ground, carelessly balancing on the shingles, one step, two we were so young, so adventurous, the nights lasted decades, while the stars evaporated fear, they smiled at our virgin eyes, and when a gust of wind would catch our balance, we'd lay under the ratty quilt grandma made. The night sky was so full of life, a serenity in a chaos of lights, forever rotating yet a fulfilling stillness, the kind that cannot be broken Until the day we got caught. Daddy yelled while we ran threw the window, preparing for the worst, hearing Mom's fear in curses, we both sat quietly, reminiscing on that freedom, that longing for serenity. After taking in the fear- we went up to our rooms, and after one tapping on the wall between us, we both met at the window once more.


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A Gift Of Real Love

As I sit and gaze at your picture
I travel back to days of yore
To the ranch on the Nebraska prairie
And the place where you called home.

I came to teach their school
And was introduced to you
My life changed at that moment
For what I saw was a man honest and true.

A man who since age fifteen
Has been on his own
His reputation it was good
And he worked nine years for the former 101.

He had just moved up the valley
To their uncle's ranch
When I came upon the scene
A city girl it seemed but I wasn't really green.

My mom was from her dad's Nebraska ranch
Not to far away
And her sister taught an Indian Government school
On the Rosebud Reservation..

My brother and sister 
 A cousin my age and I
Shared a life similar to the life
My Billy had.

Well, not really I'm afraid
We were a few years younger
And though most of our time was spent on horseback
There were no cows involved.

We played in the White River
Rode calves and hogs
While Billy at this same age 
Had himself  to support.

Now it was my turn to grow up
I took up teaching to go back to the plains
And met the man of my dreams
Who my life did change.

Snowed in following a blizzard in March
And five miles away
Billy rode down the valley horseback
Just to see me one day.

By then we already had marriage plans
But we hadn’t told a soul
It wasn’t till April Fools Day 
We finally broke the news.

We ranched, raised our kids
And worked at Truck Parts
Forty-seven years and 2 weeks later
God called you home.

I had truly been blessed
With a good, honest, hard working man
Who is still here for me.
I thank You God with all my heart, 
Amen.

Three Christmases you have been gone
For Cathy it is four, it just doesn’t seem fair
But God has taken from you the pain you had
And I will always be grateful for that.

I love you dear and Merry Christmas.


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Twisted Sister

Twisted Sister

There is no treaty between my heart and head,
Mortal enemies till the end of time,
I can hear the voices chant,
Oh Twisted Sister, knelt at her shrine.

Could the world really be this cold?
The question goes around in my mind.
They chant, the world is beautiful and calm,
On Twisted Sister it is you - who is unkind.

Every other person singing in harmony,
At their happy lives,
Yet they still have time to whisper,
Oh Twisted Sister, on her bed of knives.

My secret desires, despised by the cynics,
Unbearable contractions in my needs,
They know this, yet they chant
Oh Twisted Sister it is you, who is consumed with greed.

Judge those as you judge yourself,
They read my thoughts as if they are their own,
All this they know, still they chant
Oh Twisted Sister, back again to take thy throne.
 

My soul exposed for all to see,
Wash away the evil that embodies me,
The watch in silence, no words,
Oh Twisted Sister, at last you are free.


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God Brought A Healing To My Troubled Mind


God Brought A Healing To My Troubled Mind… I used to allow many thoughts to enter my mind. There were good and bad ones... Just about every kind. My family thought I was being a “good Christian.” I never did anything that raised “a suspicion.” I went to church every week and did the “Sunday thing.” I had no idea the kind of life my thoughts would bring. I felt much “turmoil” of what was in my head. “How much longer can I take this?” Were the words I said. As there were many bad thoughts that seemed to “burn.” Those around me didn’t know or were concerned. I needed some help. And I needed it fast! I didn’t know how much longer I would last! With no friend to help.., I decided to pray. This was my time with God! This was my day! I cried out to God with a voice of confession; “Dear Jesus rule over my mind and take possession!” As I read God’s word... Philippians 4:8 was found. Virtue and wholeness in my life needed to abound! I asked and begged God to help me to obey it! I gave my commitment to him. And not just “say it.” A love for him as a friend was found and did bring. His peace and love “washed away” the evil things. Christ restored my life and my mind was renewed. He set me free! Now, I’m BRAND NEW! Won’t you allow God to bring his love to your soul? With him in your life... All darkness will GO! By Jim Pemberton


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Mirror Image

She is my mirror
Sometimes smarter, sometimes braver
Always taller, but sometimes naïve
She is my mirror 
And I watch as she morphs
180 degrees away, yet identical
She is my mirror
Reflecting only the good in me
Someone is casting a shadow
But on whom?

She is my mirror
If she insists on reflecting me
I must be whom I want to see


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Flying Saucers

A plate smashes against the kitchen wall
In the middle of another Sunday lunch war
For a moment I feel as if I'm not really there
As I stop and stare at this world I live in
But do not comprehend

Across from me
John
Been drinking again 
Since he woke
Fueling his senseless hatred 
Driving his rage
He's shouting at my mother
Telling her she's an ugly useless witch
His mouth moves slowly
As I watch every cruel word come alive
Perfectly formed
To exhort in so few words
The maximum hurt 

His hair combed over
Attempting to hide his baldness
Dry and graying
Betraying his denial of age
His fat belly hanging through his cardigan
As I rush to eat before the arguments start 
The stains on his fingers tell of at least 30 a day
Together with the evidence collected
On the kitchens ceilings, cupboards and walls

Behind me the door to the garden 
Behind him escape to the hall
I know how long it takes to reach them both
I know how long it takes for him to get up
Expert in the pitch in his voice
Where he starts using his fist
Professor in when to fight and when to play dead

As I look on I hardly taste the food
I rush before the time
When more plates begin to fly

Today it is my sister
I did not know but today she would leave
Finally had enough she threw her plate
And stood screaming at him
Of all the horrible things he is

She threw her plate 
Peas and gravy
Run from his hairy chest to fat belly
You'd almost want to laugh
If you knew the joke would last
But he did not see the comedy
For a moment the whole kitchen seemed to be in the air
My plate and food had become another tool
This raging Sunday afternoon

Through the house anger raged
Battles scarring every room
Today I was but a witness 
As his focus turned to my sister 
And what she had dared to do
With words only falling silent
When replaced with the thud 
As he punched my sister in the stomach
And a child years a way 
Joined his list of casualties

As he returned to his bottle
To lose what he had just done
We took my sister away
But in those senseless times 
My mother and I returned

And when my own time came to leave
When his fist met my face
His dog bit at my legs
I guess I always knew
I would never forget
Flying saucers and plates
And my sisters wonderful aim


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The End

I count each second waiting for my life to unfold
And I can't help but to grow another year old
My message of Death that I send
(Is often intercepted)
As a young girl's life is at its end
I wish not to control Death, or whom it takes
But it's a deadly game, and I hold the stakes

Death chooses as he may
(His victims)
But I helped him 18 months to the day
Yes, I have many of such regret
Yet, I have only one pay to debt
My heart, each night, starts to ache
As my soul in Hell starts to bake

On the battlefield of Good and Evil
I won the battle victoriously, with decieval
My soul, I cannot heal
I played my cards, there is no deal
I had my chance to make life right
I have no chance left to see the light
My life and it’s lend
And the one chance I was given
Is now at its end


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Honestly read this and become aware

We don't see it in our everyday lives.
Its not one of our husbands or wives. 
We don't think about it on our daily drives. 
I'm here to tell you about the few who survives. 

I'm not talking about cancer or some disease.
Its about something that goes on in our borders and over seas. 
We need to wake up and walk out of our caves,
because I'm talking about human trafficking and human slaves. 

I know its not something you want to talk about, 
but its here and all around, no doubt. 
Everything I write in this poem is nothing but true. 
It is as hard to write as it is to read, I assure you. 

In several countries, girls are sent out on a date. 
They are sent out at the young age of eight. 
No one around to hear their cries in their vicinity. 
When a forty year old man steals her virginity. 

These girls are ripped from their homes and families and sold. 
They can never talk about it, so their stories go untold. 
It is disgusting to write this and talk about this crime, 
but in some countries, it costs a quarter to sleep with a girl for her first time. 

Then with no anesthesia and no pain medication, she sees a surgeon. 
She is sown back up and sold to another nation, as a virgin. 
Now this next story was told to me in session and is perturbing.
I am a counselor and when she told it to me, I even found it disturbing. 

An 11 year old girl and her 13 year old sister were sold as objects. 
They were sold for their bodies and for sex. 
When the 13 year old was ordered to go with a man to bed, 
she refused, and her 11 year old sister saw her get shot in the head. 

Sadly, that isn't the worst thing I've been told. 
But these girls, always close to my heart is where I hold. 
I wrote this so you people can open up your eyes. 
So you people know whats going on, and so you can hear, the unheard cries.


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With Christ YOU CAN Overcome

With Christ…   You Can Overcome!



One of the things I don’t understand, Is the wickedness throughout this land. I’ve often thought and have pondered. How can this evil continue much longer? It’s amazing what man will do to each other. How people treat their sisters and brothers! The Bible says that the heart is wicked above all things. We can testify to the destruction an evil heart brings! In all of this wickedness, sin and confusion… There is an answer! There is a solution! We’ll find eternal hope and a peace within… As we come to Christ and confess our sin! Why not allow Christ to make you complete? Lay your every burden and worry at his feet! He’ll restore your life and wipe away your tears. His perfect love will cast out your fears! He’ll restore to you, what the enemy has taken. With him by your side… You’ll not be forsaken! Your heart will be strengthened and renewed! His words of life are like “heavenly food.” By the blood of the lamb… You can overcome! Christ has the victory! The battle’s been won! By Jim Pemberton


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A Driving Force : A World Apart

We were like the sun in the month of May Now we're like June, with the sun gone astray Like Ice on a July mornin Now, we don't belong We were like sand on the beach; so cleansing & smoothe But now we're like the shore, that's washed away We used to be sunshine on a cloudy day Now we're like the clouds, Gloomy & gray We used to connect on so many different levels But now, we're so far apart, there's no reception Now we can't talk We have no connection Our bond was so strong it could not be broken Now it's broken down with words unspoken We used to finish eachother's sentences, but Now we speak a different language We used to care about eachother,but Now we care about ourselves We used to get eachother,but Now we get tired We used to work things out,but Now we're both fired Used to be in our own world,but Now we're on different planets Used to share a mind,but Now,our thoughts are hard to find We used to know eachother so very well,but Now we're strangers We used to be joined at the hip,but Now we're a thousand feet away No force could pull us apart Now a driving force has separated our conjoined heart. .


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Love's Easy

Were all victims
(and mutual in that way.)
You have to feel for everyone.
We're all hiding something.
A secret
-That no one else has to know-
So don't ask.
Wonder, Don't ponder
Feel my eyes on your soul
And I'll fell yours.
That's really all it takes.
Besides,
What am I but a niche in your life?
And you in mine?


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What Has Happened To The Family

I remember growing up in a Christian family.
We were content, joyful and quite happy.

Things were "going along rather well."
We loved each other... more than words could tell.

I think of the special love 
between mom and dad.
As my parents... I was proud and glad!

Over the years that rolled  on by.
Something happened.  I don't know why. 

Our deep love became 
replaced with "excuses."
Our relationshps filed with
 "barsh words and bruises."

This family... I once held so close to my heart.
Began to "unravel and fall apart."

Our love for another became bitter and cold.
Even to the day we're "growing old."

Everywhere... it is evident and appearing.
The family as a unit is quickly disappearing.

We must come together and 
remove all bitterness.
And walk in God's love and his forgiveness!

We must appreciate one another--
in spite of our faults!
Standing together on Godly principles 
brings good results!

It we insist on "going our separate ways."
We'll be sorry "one of these days!"

The family is what God has put together.
It needs to be rooted in love--
both now and forever!

HIS love needs to be the glue 
that binds us as one.
Blessing every mom and dad... 
daughter and son!

By Jim Pemberton
2009


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Sister

Sister,
I worry about you.
It scares me,
because I do believe
you are making 
the same decisions as me.
Did you see me?
Crying,
bleeding,
barely able to sleep.
I know life is hard,
and something 
must make us feel,
but sister dear,
please don't go there.
I know 
I don't have room to speak,
but I don't look back,
because of the pain
it all caused me.
Please sister dear,
face life with something more.
To knowingly, 
and willingly,
intentionaly forget,
it heals me,
and helps me.
but not what I wish for you.
Sister I pray that
you hear me now,
face life with more than I did,
so when you pass through the pain
you won't mind looking back.
You are worth so much more.


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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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just a little spoken word

looking at ur smile trying to see if ur really happy or not sure i see your glamorous clothes 
and high stlye shoes but does he give you that love that u really want . watching mom as you 
grow up taking in everything daddy does as no bid deal even as a little kid you know that 
lady doesnt act like an aunty should when mommy not around. in the streets the men crowd 
around just to watch you walk by i get now you feel ur a hot commdity but its just a game 
they girls before you have figured out after they slipped and gave it up that their really not 
that more important than the one that was before you lol funny just thinking about it as you 
try to tell your younger sister to watch out and be care ful cause ur stuck at home with a 
baby like mom was at your age when grandma tried to warn her too but little sis doent listen 
cause she feels like you once did that she wont ever make that mistake and end up like you. 
look like everything is just repeating itself until sis this doesnt come home with a baby cause 
she has alreadt caught that virus and stuck in and out of the hospital cause ha baby cant 
fight off the aids thats rapidly rushing through ha body. as mom blames you for what hass 
happened your sister and your still blaming mom for what happened to you grandma sits 
back and prays that everything will be alright baby daddy not around cause he feels hes not 
man enough to be a farther not that he will admit be puts it as its not his baby afraid he will 
turn out just like his farther stuck taking care of a baby and not able to live his life and end 
up miserable and abusing mom and cheating with the local prostitues who have come to 
know him by name and the ones who you slang crack to day in and day out too. its what 
some would call the thug life lol i dont see why cause no education or streets smart to hustle 
just a dummie standing on a corner with a bag in ya pocket and money that your bound to 
get robbed of.


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9/11, 2001 " Page 1 of 2 "

9/11, 2001
Tuesday morning when it all began
Four Jet Airliners 
Hi-jacked at will
To fly their mission
To kill, blood spill
 
Target chosen
New York City
No questions asked
No pity
 
Internal flight
Laid-en with fuel
Turned off course
To the Hi-jackers rule
Islamist, al-Qaeda is the name they claim
What honest faith
Would want this fame
To take these lives on this September day
It's not what religion should portray
 
Nineteen jackers, whats on their minds
To do their deed on their own mankind
No scriptures, books of the olden day
Would let any brother, be slain this way
What battle would be, without seeing your killers eyes
This nineteen, the world despise
 
Our modern world on camera caught
Jet Airliners flying the next so fraught
North Tower hit by flight 11
Then the South by flight 175
All aboard the planes, would not survive
Many compatriots would also die.
To this day i wonder why?
 
CNN and TV crew's 
Capture, man's cruelty to man
It makes you spew
The cowards that commandeered these planes
Are not religious, plainly insane
 
To be on the ground and look above
Two Manhattan giants
New Yorkers grew to love
Taken down by evil beings
They can't believe what they are seeing

Two explosions in just under an hour
Office life is about to shower
Paper and life fall to the ground
Silenced grief makes no sound
To New York City, that never sleeps
In a state of mourning that will presently weep
 
We hear on the news, Washington's been hit
The Pentagon, yea that's it
One of the four, also has it's say
On this dark September day

In Pennsylvania
The fourth still in flight
Passengers on board
Try with all their might
Overcome the scum 
Who hi-jacked their plane
The next hour would never be the same
 
Somerset County is where she fell
These brave civilians,
As calls will tell
To try and claim the plane that's theirs
So suppress those infidel curs>


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once

Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines

he wrote a poem

And he called it "Chops"

because that was the name of his dog

And that's what it was all about

And his teacher gave him an A



And his mother hung it on the kitchen door


That was the year that Father Tracy

took all the kids to the zoo

And he let them sing on the bus

And his little sister was born

with  no hair

And his mother and father kissed a lot

And the girl around the corner sent him a valentine signed with a row of X's

and he had to ask his father what the X's meant

And his father always tucked him in bed at night

And was always there to do it.


Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines

he wrote a poem

And he called it "Autumn"

because that was the name of the season

And that's what it was all about

And his teacher gave him an A

and asked him to write more clearly

And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door

because of its new paint

And the kids told him

that Father Tracy smoked cigars

And left butts on the pews

And sometimes they would burn holes

That was the year his sister got glasses

with thick lenses and black frames

And the girl around the corner laughed

when he asked her to go see Santa Claus

And the kids told him why

his mother and father kissed a lot

And his father never tucked him in bed at night

And his father got mad when he cried for him to do it.


Once on a paper torn from his notebook

he wrote a poem

And he called it "Innocence: A Question"

because that was the question about his girl

And that's what it was all about

And his professor gave him an A

and a strange steady look

And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door because he never showed her

That was the year that Father Tracy died

And he forgot how the end of the Apostle's Creed went

And he caught his sister making out on the back porch

And his mother and father never kissed or even talked

And the girl around the corner wore too much makeup that made him cough when he kissed her

but he kissed her anyway because that was the thing to do

And at three A.M. he tucked himself into bed

his father snoring soundly.


That's why on the back of a brown paper bag

he tried another poem

And he called it "Absolutely Nothing"

Because that's what it was really all about

And he gave himself an A

and a slash on each damned wrist

And he hung it on the bathroom door

because this time he didn't think

he could reach the kitchen.


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If the Table Were Turned

You ask of people small things to do
But it seems like it’s so hard for them to do.
You say to yourself, “If the table were turned,
I would not have done this thing to you.”
You find yourself in certain situations,
And you ask individuals for their help.
But you’re left high and dry and all alone,
And once again you are all by yourself.
You know the saying goes,
What goes around comes around the same.
But some of the things that has happened to me,
I would not want those things to happen to anyone else by name.
Sometimes, the way we react, 
Others do not understand,
But if the table were turned, 
I guarantee you;
You would not find another like me in the land.
We do things to other people,
And you wonder if the table was turned;
Would you get treated the way you should have been,
Or would you end up just getting burned.
I know that we are going to reap, that which we sow,
Our character has to get tested.
And that’s how people would really know;
That if the table were actually turned,
It would show the kind of reaction or blow.
WHAT WOULD YOU DO, OR HOW WOULD YOU REACT, IF THE TABLE WERE TURNED!!!


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Fear Comes True

The phone call came to me today
My little sisters life is slipping away
As I prayed in the car as I drove there
Lord don't take her just give her a scare
Let her understand this can not go on
Her body her mind please make them strong
I stood at the door watching them work on you
Praying they are able to bring you through
I looked at that wild look in your eyes
Wondering why I could not recognize
The woman who's face is so distorted 
Her body's shutting down the words reported
Some how doctors pulled you through
Now the power to recover is up to you
You must turn from those crutches you use
No more drugs or alcohol can you abuse


 


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Are You Exhausted Worn Out Running On Empty Fumes



Are You Exhausted? Worn Out? Running On Empty Fumes? Is your life running on empty fumes? Are the adversities and stress of life being consumed? Any zeal and passion for God may be in the past… You wonder; “How long is life going to last???” Perhaps you feel like your anchor’s “been lost at sea…” And ask; “Lord… Why is this happening to me?” Things in life often catch us “unaware…” You may ask; “does anyone out there really care?” There is someone who can help you along! In Jesus’ arms of mercy is where you belong! He walked this earth and calmed the sea of Galilee… He’ll calm the storms of life for you and me! Won’t you give him a chance... To calm your fears? And allow his love to wipe away any tears? He’ll bring peace to a hopeless situation… All you need to do… Is to give him an invitation… The choice is yours… It’s your decision to make! Won’t you do it now? Before it’s too late??? By Jim Pemberton


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My Love

My love, my love; Oh whom to give my love 2?
My love, my love; Oh whom is worthy of my love?
This boy, that boy; My love, my love; Oh whom to give my love 2?
Boy or Girl; Family or lover; My love, my love;
Oh whom to give my love 2?
Friend or foe; Sis or bro; My love, my love;
Oh whome to give my love 2?


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Blood Sista

We are sisters 
that's true
But sometimes you love ya friends
more than me
As the days go on
we became more and more  like enemies
I love you like only another sister can
but you rather kiss butt and make up
with people that ain't gone last
they're temporary
but i'm legendary
I always got ya back
and you say you got mine
your friends cross the line
and you're not far behind 
We are  blood sisters
and you trust and worship yo made up sistas
more than the one that count
So you tell me
Do you rather keep yo fake sista's 
that will turn on you the second something goes wrong
or stick wit ya blood sista 
who would die just for you to see another day
But more and more you start to feel like
one of them fake sistas and thats cool or whateva
But when it's on the other hand
and you get the same treatment as me
I'm being mean
and ain't looking out for the baby girl
not being a real sista to you 
So I got a question for you
How does it feel to get turned on by yo blood sista
But know it won't never happen to you
because I would lose my life
just to see you happy 
And this is coming from ya blood sista



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Birth Control

It's against the law to kill someone,
who hurts you in some way.
But murder is always justified,
by mothers everyday.

When you think about abortion,
do you see the child inside?
The babies life you want to stop,
has no where else to hide.

You tell yourself many things,
like it doesn't have a soul.
Think of the future your about to destroy,
by using birth control.

There are many ways to save it's life,
for the mothers who do not care.
And adoption is the answer,
for a couple in despair.


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more and more apart

We both have much different lives,
and grow father apart as the years go by.
You were once quiet and timid
I more vocal
 to the point of obnoxious and rude 
I was the tom-boy 
you were the "prissy" one.
Seemed like even back then,
we couldn’t be more different
Back then we accepted our differences 
Sometimes reveled in them with pride.
Now days I feel defeated more than ever 
by those same differences 
Where did it all change ?
Where did we go wrong ?
Was it me ?
Or was it you ?
Not sure how we got here 
to this stagnating place 
but I miss you..
I miss us 
with all of our differences 
and all of our faults.






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Last Kiss

last kiss
before dying
how tragic




Tribute To 
Our Loved Ones 
On The Other Side

{R.I.P.}


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The People Close to My Heart

Friends are people that some dont have
the ones that will cry with you and also make you laugh
im fortunate to say i have many  too many to count
so to the very special ones i will give a shout out:

TAWANA my dear my bestest friend
I hope that we will be friends to the end
STEPHENA you too are a friend I hold dear
losing you is one thing that I ultimately fear
Then comes RUSH, my partner in crime
having you as a friend is completely divine
Mo Mo(SYMONE) I havent known you for too long
but I hope that our bond remains strong
 then comes GABBY, who's my sister from another mister
what would life be like if i would have never met her?
JEN JEN my dear, you are the sweetest person i know
i hope that our friendship will continue to grow
NIKKI aka my sister in law, although i wish she would be a little louder
life wouldnt be the same here without her

So then comes the guys, although silly at times
I cant imagine living without them in my life

GERALD, the coolest skateboarder i know, wow what can i say
other than for you my love continues to grow
NOLAN the ebst big brother I have
I pray that our friendship will continue to last
DEVAN the guy with the who listenes to me the most
I never would have thought we would have gotten this close
RODNEY, my future brother in-law at best
you get on my nerves sometimes but i love you none the less
LOGAN, at time you're just to silly
but i cant imagine how life would be if you werent here with me
NEO my bro since the 9th grade
i know that my love for you never will fade
last but not least my fellow poet JON
I feel like our friendship has nearly begun
you have such a way of writing words, they've touched me right to the core
the words u express i simply adore


so that sums it up, although there are many more
these are the ones that I truly adore.


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Never Poem

Never will I forget the hot summer June evening , I waved a last "Goodbye" to my sister Angel. The fact in knowing she'd be shipped out to boot camp the next day.
Never will I forget the next few weeks of complete silenced tears, the yearn to hear her voice hear her joyous laugh or see her bright smile. 
Everything seemed different without her around at home. 
Never will I forget the emotions I felt reading her first letter.
Never will I forget that Sunday morning at church I seen her for the first time, in a month and three days.
Never will I forget my tears of joy streaming down my face; Angel’s arms wrapped securly around me. Never will I forget how she changed and looked in her sharp uniform.  My sister had become one of the "Few the Proud". A dignified Marine.


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2 Brothers and their Sister

THE TWO BROTHERS AND THEIR SISTER
Brother 1 - Tom
My Sister Needs Help
She's never had the chance to be in love
she thought she should reserve virginity,
and dreamed the things all girls are dreaming of
depending on support from me and thee;

she found some good in ev'ryone she met
until the night the streets took her into
another world no one would soon forget
to meet the scum of life, and what they do;

thinking her dead, after they had their fun
they left her there with life about to be,
now we are told, there's nothing to be done
if she gives birth, she'll die, most certainly.

To save a sister, whom I hold so dear
what choice is this that fills our lives with fear?


Brother 2 - Dick
My Sister's Easy
She's got her life just like it always was
but now her cryin's got our family fare
confused at best, because of what she does,
she never thinks nobody else should care!

She wears her skirts up to her--you know what
and ev'rybody knows she's just a flirt
but now she's got herself p-g, and not
about to tell the truth for that would hurt!

She's cryin rape, cause she don't know just who
made her that way, that night was so much fun
and they were all so drunk, they never knew
what they were doing until it was done.

And I bet she will never change her ways
she's easy and I bet that's how she stays.


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Amber

Friends till the end 
My friend ship I always lend
When you cried I was there
I tried to whipe away every tear
Even when you werent there for me
I let it be
Im tired of holding back the unsaid
I can not get away from this dread
I can not believe who you have become
Your life you say has come undone
But really your life has just begun
The problems you have are what you make 
And you make your own heart ache
You say how your heart broken
Your heart has yet to have spoken
You think you love someone
Then you run away and say your done
Its the same every time 
Its the same old line
Again and again you pull it
This you have to admit
You are codependant 
It leaves you distant
When you arent with them 
You talk constantly about them or want them
You always think your so bad
Its rather sad
You cant keep doing this
Its the old you we miss 
We miss the sober
We miss the old Amber
I miss my old sister


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How did Christ show and prove His divine power


Christ showed and proved His Divine power chiefly by His miracles
Which are extraordinary works that can be performed 
Only by the power received from God
Therefore, His sanction and authority

11282011


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Those Summer Nights

Good music playing in my ear,
Its got me in a mood to write
Nights like this I just lay here and think
Often about those summer nights
I remember every little thing
Just young girls trying to be grown
Thought every guy was 'the one' for us
Sat waiting by the phone
Little bitty bikinis, sitting by the pool
Just wishing a guy would sit right beside us
Because getting the hottie made us 'cool'
Sneaking out way past curfew
There wasn't a rule we didn't break
"Omg, he told me he loved me!!" 
Our hearts were so easy to take
Looking back, reminiscing
Smiling at every thought
We never gave up on chasing the fun
Even if we did get caught
A lot has changed throughout the years
From girls we now are women
The bond we have will never be broken
Even tho our lives are completely different
There might be miles between us,
Maybe even right next door
Telling each other painful truths
But that's what friends are for
Tears have dropped on shoulder after shoulder
Wiped away by the same ol' hands
After every heartbreak and all the pain
Together well always stand
There came a time when I had to wake up,
Reality hit me so hard
I knew I could no longer be the kid
I could no longer play that part
Being mommy is my life now
Being a friend falls in right behind it
Ill never regret a moment spent with my girls
They're all memories ill never forget
I know God purposely intertwined our lives
I believe everything happens for a reason
Ill never let go of the sisters He gave me
Til the day that I stop breathing
We've grown into adults now
We'll eventually go our seperate ways
Always going to have each other
Thru all the happiness and the pain
I often go back to those summer nights
Thinking "how stupid could we be?"
But we were just kids out breaking the rules
When life was easy and care free!


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My Sister

My sister siting calm in the chair,
I know all i do is stair,
she then  looks over and gives me a glare,
My sister so beautiful yet so scared,
I watch her sleep every now and then,
to make sure she is breathing,
I hope that she will not have a seizer,
My sister hard working and a normal kid,
Every now and then i have tears to shed,
I sometimes think if she never catches her breath she might end up dead,
My life would not make sense,
My sister cocky yet so nice,
she always comes to me and ask for advice,
What hurts is watching her go through so much pain,
but then she has strength to gain,
My sister everything to me,
I hope that one day she will get better,
and i shall hand my mother this beautiful letter.


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Reign

Voices Reign, 
Tall 
Short 
Skinny 
Fat 
Ugly 
Unwanted, 
She stands alone. 
In a mirror, 
She sees beauty. 
Here and now, 
She doesn't imagine the coke-bottle waist only attainable by purchase of the latest Barbie.
She sees beauty. 
Colors like the sun and the moon, 
The vast oceans to the unfathomable skies. 
Here in the mirror, she sees beauty. 
Until she opens her eyes, 
And voices reign.


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Purple

Stay safe in my arms
Be my reason to breathe
Love unconditioned
When life seems to seethe

Love can be torture
Deceiving, standing with hate
The worst time of all
Is when it all goes away


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A Brother Who's Offended

An "Offended Brother..."

"A brother ofended is harder to 
reach than a fortified city."
It seems like many brothers
 dwell on their "self-pity..."

Just look at how easy it is for most 
brothers to get offended.
It could be you or I...  Or someone
they've befriended...

Many stop having anything to do
 with a particular person.
They read God's word.  But fail to learn
 HIS divine lesson.

Jesus said; "Blessed are you when you're 
cursed, persecuted and despised."
So why do so many "brothers" hold
 "vengence in thier eyes?"

Is  there someone you know... 
Thay you've completely shut out?
Is this what being God's child...  
Is really all about???

If Christ really gave to us.  
What we certainly deserve...
Than his blood's atonement.  
Would not be perserved..

In spite of our sin and faults...  
God's heart bleeds...
He's so willing for forgive 
and to meet all of our needs!

Don't allow an offense to turn into
 a "huge brick wall."
Christ came to forgive...
 And to be a sacrifice for all!

By Jim Pemberton
10/09/09 


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Deception

The deception and lies I see with my own two eyes would make the strongest stomachs weak.
 Morals sink to the deapths of the ocean.
 Yet we all go through some act of devotion. 
Pretent at the end of this life that we were honest companions.
 Man and Wife can just divorce, government officals will not take blame, while the herione addict reaches fame.
 If we are all looking for someone to blame. Take out some paper. Write down your name. We can try to be different, but we're all just the same.


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My Silent Prayer

Dear glorious and gentle lord, only to you I pray
I come to you for many reasons, on this beautiful day
I pray that the war in Iraq ends
and brings my sister back to family and friends
Not just my sister but plenty of others
cause there are many people losing sisters and brothers
I pray that the homeless will find shelter and food
and that the people that see them would stop acting so rude
For people to give a little is all that they ask
Yet people act like that's a really hard task
I pray that woman will stop getting abortions
or at least that the amount will reduce in large portions
If they don't want the babes than they should use protection
That would decrease abortions and the chance of a sexual infection
I pray you'll touch my heart lord on every layer 
and that's how I'll end my silent prayer....


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the big one eight

today, sister, you are an adult
among the hurried ones in suits
attention cast to watches and briefcases.

today, sister, i cannot look 
upon the numeral of your age
without the feeling i have missed something.

today, sister, it is not just a birthday.
the whole house has fogged up
with unknown feelings.

today, sister, my throat is dry
when i try to show my joy
of this day when you were born.

today, sister, perhaps
it is i who simply cannot fathom
that you are the child i grew up with

no longer.


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Who Love's Ya Baby

who loves ya baby
hmmm now let me see

I know my mommy did
even though her shoes I did hid

I think my daddy did
when I didn't make him snid

brothers and sisters well maybe just a little
when I didn't get in the middle

my grandpa and grandma surely does
for I'll do anything for them just because

I know my little girl loves her momma
even better than president Obama

my dogs and cats loves me
even if they continue to make me sneeze

even my close friends new and old still spark the love
for we will alway's go on and well above

paperboy surely does
cause I tip him for keeping my paper out of bushes and shrubs

milkman used to
when I didn't make him shu

bill collectors oh yes
for I'm their baby who they love the best

so who loves me
well lets just continue to see



Tribute To Love



Also Entry For
Deborah Guzzi's 
Who Love's Ya Baby Contest


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One Last Chance

Each night I spend
Thinking of my sister.
How fast her life life did end.
'Bless you my dear
Long lost sister.'

A bed you so lied,
How I wish you were here,
Standing by my side.
Standing at the door,
To the world of life.
Heal the pain and sore
On which your departure
Did cause.

That great lever
On which you stand,
Which on does sever
My love for land.
You my love for you is
Stronger.
How could you go
And leave my wait
So much longer.

'Bless this body
In which my dear, dead sister
Did once live in.'

For Holy body
and Holy soul,
I would give my life -
To hold.

1995


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Your Earthly Prison

My dear Christina
Your life was cut short;
Like a boat at a marina
You sailed from the shore.

You were trapped here
In your Earthly prison,
My loving sister -
Just take a minute
And listen:

You lived a life of Earthly prison
Filled with agony and pain;
But your soul had once again risen
And your angelic wings flap free again.

08/16/2001


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She is mine

I am the formula that brings her to ecstasy 
Her beauty as craved my fantasy 
As she lay upon my chest 
Through her blossom, I am truly blest.
She’s the rose of my life 
The one to be my wedded wife
She’s my help meet through the hardship and strife
Every morning as I woke up
She’ as been my corn syrup
As I go out through the crack of dawn 
I am the one to mow her lawn
In her fears 
Through her tears
She yield to my warming embrace
I love her at every moment from beginning to end 
She’s brilliantly wise
I tell you the truth 
God has given me the correct prize
She has allow me to grow 
None of a scare crow. 
She’s hundred percent 
She’s no less than a cent 
I crave for her increase 
Through Jesus Christ the one who paid the ultimate price.
‘Me n she’ trusty love will never decrease.



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My Partner ' A younger sister'

Secrecy, 
What’s that? 
Privacy,
What’s that?
My sister is growing well,
Always her eyes investigated me.

When I wrote my first love letter,
Nobody in family knew about that,
I wrote it in the midnight,
When everyone was yawning,
And sleep was swinging her swing,
Darkness was enjoying calmly,
Stars were twinkling in the palm of clear sky,
Cool air was embracing softly,
Moon was dripping the blossom.

Everything was moving slowly slowly,
As they were frightened from noise,
Street Dogs were hiding in sleep,
Rats were jumping over cats,
Jackal were rounding openly in the streets,
They were scratching bins for foods,
Owl was watching them from the street light pole,
My dim light in the corner was moving the words.
My dear love,’ It was nice to talk.’
I am free on the weekend.
Nothing was new in my first writing,
But it was all threatening to me.

If Mum found me that,
If Dad minded about me,
How will treat my brother?
How did I feel when my friends have annoying?
It will be strange and conscious,
When they shall draw a cartoon of my love, and me
A spider web,
Or a horse ridding girl,
And a pony; a step chaser,
I was seeking to remove my steps,
As the waves were touching to sore.

A very wide and open camping,
But sand seemed itself totally unharmed.
Very soft, as nobody touched it before,
My body was shrinking itself,
The expression was fragrantting my own,
I was trying to hide my dreams,
I never new that,
My younger sister has watching me 
She read my letter when I was in bath.
What was then?
She was partner of my secrets.
She was my own,
Where privacy and secrecy has no meaning. 


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His end

he drives so fast as he watches the roads go
leaving the town while time seems to slow
his minds not there but the faces still lurk
hurting deep down, going berserk 
he hears their words ringing in his ears
no longer near them yet they are here
his best friend, they've been through it all
through all the highs even in the falls
but he betrayed him and that is what hurt.

She was ex, but only for two days
they ended it and went separated ways
few days later and he see's her again
this is where he finds out she was with his best friend
it made him angry and wanted to fight
but it was too late his body in flight
"I don't want to see you, never again"
he was his best friend but this was the end
so he took off leaving there sorry words behind

He went home but he was too angry to stay
he didn't understand why his life turned out this way
so he made a mistake and stole his sister car
trying to get away, trying to go far
off to his aunts in the middle of the night
with little petrol and little light
he was in the car moving way too fast
his life was ending minutes did they last
an animal darted into the road out of the curve
he saw it too late, the car started to swerve  

Off the road and into the a tree
his life ended, breaking you and me
the car shattered and so did his heart
tearing his arteries and lungs apart
he died in seconds is what they said
while we were asleep all tucked up in bed
The priest he said some wonderful words
but his family and friends, they never heard
to wrapped in grief to even agree
everyone there, even me.
I am his sister and this was his story


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Sisters

A rose that stands in the wind.
Strong & Small,
With sister who is tall.
Red & Blue, each of them true,
To each other.
They love one another.


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Dear Friend

Dear Friend,

I write you this letter,

To show you why this friendship will last forever.

When I'm ever down,

You're the only one that can turn it around.

When I shed a tear,

You wipe it away and tell me, "I'm here".

When I'm having a bad day,

You always know the right thing to say.

You make me laugh and smile,

And always encourage me to walk that extra mile. 

You're the only one that was there.

You're the only one that said, "I care".

We may annoy each other,

But we'll always be together.

Even though things don't go right,

You're the reason why I stand up and fight.

You're my best friend,

And we'll always be together til the end.

With love,

Your angel from above

.


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BEEF

I used to like you so much
In fact you were my favorite
I really looked forward with such
Eagerness each time we’d meet..

We were so cool and so close
And that is an understatement
I treated you like my own
And you were so sweet to me and ardent..

I was the brother you never had
And you filled that void in me
‘see I was an only child
We were tight as real sibs could be..

But then you suddenly changed
I noticed you’ve gone so cold
You no longer speak to me or act the same
Where are the love and respect you showed?
	
Did I do anything wrong?
I honestly think I did not
I cared for you for so long
But it seems we’ve grown apart..

I tried everything to patch things up
But all you do is ignore me
I hold no grudges but I’ve given up
To bring everything the way we used to be..


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Inside Her Walls

Inside her walls,
no one hears her cries,
another soldier,
makes time to write.

A decision she made,
while still in high school,
to do something worthy,
keeping her heart so true.

Now far away,
in a lonely place,
she sits,and writes,
to her family in the states.

Trained, and conditioned,
to withstand the worst,
sometimes very hard,
and her body hurts.

The flag is her purpose,
and for everything it stands,
freedom,
for every woman, and man.

Faithfully, and determined,
to do her best,
life as a soldier,
her daily test.

She is a survivor,
this is what she chose,
not dancing all night,
and fancy clothes.

As she seals the envelope,
she gives it a kiss,
for she knows in her heart,
there are always risk.

Inside her walls,
no one hears her cries,
another soldier,
makes time to write.


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When the Children Cry

When the children cry Hold their hand Their only young Help them understand When the children cry Console their thoughts Reassure Don't leave them distraught When the children cry Hold them close For in any circles We love them most When the children cry Disperse their fear Dry their eyes Their young felt tears When the children cry http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/life-3.php


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No Color or Relgion, Ever Stopped a Bullet from a Gun

I heard on the news
Another two are lost
That makes 206
Is there, a whatever the cost
 
We are there to assist
A country so reft
Inner fighting
To help the rest of the left
 
Guerrilla warfare
Tactically strong
Thousands of miles
Where we don't belong
 
The people we vote in
Would they go in their place
To show their people
Dying is no disgrace
 
I will never allow
My children to fight
A war so improper
A conflict not right
 
To show our presence
As we parade their land
A remote explosion
Blown up on demand
 
How can we serve
A regime so unfair
They can starve their women
Because he can't have her there
 
To fight for their freedom
As they fight themselves
The decision should be made
To save ourselves
 
The Russians failed
So now we try
Coalition troops
In daily die
 
The modern wars
Will always be run
No color or religion
Ever stopped a bullet from a gun



http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war.php


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Absolution

I let the pussy go today; he scratched me to get away
I told him to take the tool with him
Because it would prick me instead of helping me
I took the arrows out of my back
There are bits of stone left behind from the arrowheads
But I don’t feel them anymore
I took my four small bottles of Holy Water
And gave them to people who respect me
Then I went to the ocean
I took my heart shaped shell
It was broken in two
I stepped into the waves and let the waters cover my feet
Slowly I opened my hand
And let the pieces fall into the water
I watched them for a long time as they tumbled to and fro in the waves
This was the hardest to let go of
I knelt in the water and pondered how the shell moved toward me
And then away from me with the tide
Some people believe all life came from the sea
But I know this letting go is best for me
And as I get up and turn my back on the ocean
I walk slowly but with a confident stride
Not looking back
Not ever looking back 
Forgiveness has been given
My footsteps in the sand will disappear over time
Like I already have
And that’s alright
The boulder has been lifted off my chest
And I look straight ahead, walk through the sand
Up the steps, along the fence
And into my future


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Rwanda Wrongs

In 1957, there existed a plan
To rid Rwanda of the Tutsi clan
Power they had, too much for one side
The foundation for, future Genocide
 
1960, the monarchy was gone
Will both sides sing the same song
Sadly not as the persecutions start
Ripping this African country apart
 
1973, under a new regime
Juvénal Habyarimana promised restrain
Progress and reconciliation proposed to be
For this country to unite, finally
 
1994, Habyarimana gunned down
His assassination, country drowns
This killing of him, the carnage starts
Population half, ripped apart
 
The killings horrific, no one spared
Machete slain, heads caved
Hacking, be-headings as families fall
As CNN tune in, the world appalled
 
The continuance, of the slaughtered tribes
Men, women and children you can't describe
Women raped, and the unborn slain
This horrific act of human pain
 
Most of the fallen, in their own villages dead
By another clan, they thought were friends
Indescribable to the world as our televisions show
The massacre of innocents, as we watch blow by blow
 
Where does it all end, can we try the same songs
How many more of these Rwanda wrongs
It appears to be a human trait
To kill each other for the sake of it


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She shall be with me

                                      She shall be with me

Blessed is the princess 
that eats in the morning
for blessed is she;
that her passion leaks,
from the side of the pages,
and drips into the eyes, 
of a beautiful story.
For your heart pro-tray’s an
elegant master piece;
of an Graceful Angel,
that resides in Heaven.
I only hope 
and pray,
that your success be glorious.
For the violets in your heart,
has truly been nurture with, 
Love.
For O how beautiful is the heart,
of my butterfly?
That I may truly understand,
thee freedom that lay,
upon your heart.


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My Sister; My Friend

You are not just my sister,
But my best friend.
You stand beside me,
Guiding me onto the path,
You know is right for me.
Never giving up,
Just trying to make me,
The best I can be.
You have seen me through my worst times,
And have witnessed first hand,
The happiest moments of my life.
When I am lonely or sad,
You are there,
To hold me,
To cry with me,
Or to just smile that smile,
That always reassures me,
Everything will be okay.

As I have gotten older,
And turned into a woman,
I understand your life better,
What you've gone through,
The difficult times you have had to face,
All alone.
Most would of given up,
Walked away and left everything behind,
Without ever looking back,
But it takes a real woman,
The woman I see when I look at you,
To stick around and get through it.
I can only pray pray,
If my life ever gets that hard,
I can become half the woman,
You are today.
But if I can't,
I know I will have a wonderful sister by my side,
To help me get through it all.


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Where Did They Go

The girl with the lustful eyes and the mini skirts, where did she go?
I see her physically but for some reason the wondering eyes and mini skirts no longer show.
The guy who would drink every night until his eyes closed, he is no longer here.
I see him physically but for some reason the drunken nights with Vodka, Whiskey and Rum have disappeared. 
Where did they go?
Where is the girl with the piercings and tattoos that were placed at the small of her back?
I see her physically but for some reason now piercings and tattoos are what she lacks.
Where is the guy who danced in the club Sunday through Saturday with no day to rest?
I see him physically but for some reason he will not step foot in the club anymore, he confessed. 
Where did they go?
Where is the girl who treated every man like her husband and gave him lust on another degree?
I see her physically but for some reason she now does not have sex before marriage no matter how much he pleas. 
Where is the guy that hit and curse women like his mother and sister since the age of fifteen?
I see him physically but for some reason now he treats his mother and sister like queens.
Where did they go?
Where is the girl who was so depressed that she cut her wrist just to get attention when she felt alone?
I see her physically but for some reason the cutting has cease and now she is getting help to make her secret problems known.
Where is the guy who had sex with girls night after night just to prove to his friends who was on top?
I see him physically but for some reason the random sex acts with random girls have stopped. 
Where did they go?
They were tired of the life they lived and decided to kill what held them back the most,
They stopped feeding their flesh, until the flesh became ghost.
Giving up the ways of the world, and started living like the ways of Christ they were born again, 
No longer wanting to stray away from GOD and live their life through sin. 
So where did they go?
They went in the direction where there is everlasting life,
Living for GOD, now saved, now a husband, and now finally a wife. 


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' Jennie - Pennie (My Big Sister)

Everywhere I Look … I See Jennie
Short, Red-Hair and a Smile, So Bright and Pretty
Jeanette … my Older, Big Sister… I Wish I was More Like Her…
        … My Dear Jennie … My Sweet Jennie …

Treated me like I was Her Baby … That was Jennie
Helped me to be a Real-Lady … Just like Jennie
Taught me how to Share and just how to say my Prayers …
        … Jennie … Great Lady Jennie

She was in Her Early Adult Years and I was Young Too
… when Mama Left… There was nothing, We Could Do …
            … Cancer … is not a Loving Word …
        I Wish It Had Been The Last I’d Heard …
                … Oh Jennie … Loving Jennie …

In that Cold-Clinical-Room … Lay Jennie
She Would Be Leaving Soon – God ! … Not Jennie !
She asked me, ‘Did She Fulfill … God and Our Mama’s Will …?’
        Yes, You Did Jennie… I Said You Did Jennie !

… She was in Her Late, 40-Years, but Still, Much Too Young To…
… Like when Mama Left… There was nothing, We Could Do …
                     … Cancer … is not a Loving Word …
                    I Wish It Had Been The Last I’d Heard …
                           … Oh Jennie … I Love Jennie …

When I Wrote This Song … I was Missing Jennie
God … We Can’t Believe She’s Gone … I Loved Jennie
        Jennie-Pennie … You Kept Your Promise…
                  Mama Will Be Proud of Us…

… May Jesus, Call Jennie … When The Time Comes, Please Call Jennie
          Lord Call Jennie … Lord Call Mama … and Then Lord Call Me …

            Jennie, Left Loved Ones... February 29th, 1992 …
          I hate Leap-Years Now …. ‘til I Leap of Faith to You …
                     … Cancer … is Not A Loving Word ! ! !
                             Will It Be The Last I Heard ? …


                      In Memory of my Beloved Sister
                                        Jeanette


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' Charm ... ' 6th Senryu

‘ Charm ’   6th Senryu

Charm … May – be a Game      (Prov. 31: 30)
And Prettiness – May – be Vain …
… Woman of God … Praise !


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Happy Women's Day

Nature’s first successful science project, 
The fate of the galaxy relies on the changing of your mind.

Curses and gifts.
 An uplifting redundancy surrounds the pronunciation
Of all your phases.

Kin to the world.
Keeping the earth well feed
With the fruit of your consideration.

In love with all things young and old. 
From high valleys and low roads,
You display many moods and modes,
I try my best to play catch up.
Truth is I’m lost with or without you.

You leap to your feet for good luck,
Only to pass it to the next man.

A fan of peace and laughter,
Determined not spend life cornered by strife.
You stand for right. 
But no one understands your plite.

Do you know whom I speak of?

The person with the biggest smile, 
And the nicest compliments.
The one that will stay to help you clean after the party’s over.
That hardy cooker. That class act.
The one that got your back, no question about it. 
 
So who could it be?

It is she!
That woman,
That mother,
That girlfriend,
That lover
That gay brother,
That best friend,
And cousin.


The ones you’ve borrowed time,
 Love, money, 
Space, ideas,
 And expectation from.

And since I never will be able to pay you back,
I want to say thank you from the bottom of my heart.

Happy Belated Mother’s Day! 


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Fatal Injection

Remember the good days?
We were just kids
We fought all the time
But were always good friends
We'd always have fun
We'd play games all day
Those were the good days
What can I say?
You are my sister
My flesh and my blood
My gift from God
From the heavens above
You mean more to me
Than a bat or a ball
You were always there for me
To catch me when I fall
Now it's your turn
I must help you
You're lost and confused
You don't know what to do
You've sold your soul
And now you're in pain
Now you'll do anything
You're going insane
Your body is ravaged
Your mind is fried
You need to get help
But you haven't even tried
You need to find yourself
The person within
Help yourself now
Before you can't win
I remember the old you
The one with no fear
Have you seen yourself lately?
Take a look in the mirror
Maybe you will see
Maybe you will care
This is hell in the making
And I cannont bare
Find yourself now
Get out of this nosedive
You must find your center
Or you will never survive


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Blessed Is The One Who Fears The Lord



Blessed is the man who fears the Lord in all of his ways… He will be blessed in everything he does all of his days. He shall also eat of the labor of his hands… His family shall be blessed throughout the lands. His wife will be a fruitful vine close by his side… The blessings from heaven shall open up wide. His children will be like olive plants around the table. In all that he does. He knows God is more than able! Yes. Blessed is the man who fears the Lord! Goodness and mercy in his life shall be stored. The Lord God shall bless him out of Zion. Behold! The glory of God in him is shiinin! He shall see the children his children shall bear… And shall see the blessings of God everywhere! Peace shall be his in that he does endeavor… For the God of Israel shall be with him forever! By Jim Pemberton Read Psalm 128


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Weed And Feed

On my day's journey
Think going to a basketball tourney

Stopped by sisters house
It was as quiet as a mouse

Out in her garden she sits
Hoe claw and gloves of misfits

Peddle pushers to kaboot
Gotta love her for she's a hoot

She kept digging at those weeds
And filling the holes with new seeds

I asked if she was tired of this
She replyed no as she turned and twist

See hoeing your garden
Is like a life's pardon

You might say it's like losing weight
Shedding unwanted pounds you hate

The hurries and worries
Even if their some kind of snow flurries

As we laughed and cried
I felt more pride

For my sister did it to me once again
Helped me weed out my own garden from within










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You Three

You three are always there for me.

You three are like my best friends.

We can talk about everything good & bad.

Even though sometimes it's hard & even though I don't always show it or say it,

 I Love You.

We are always together even when we are angry

with eachother.

You three are really great sisters to have.

I Love you three.


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Tapestry of Life

on sunset evening	
sun, sky and sea interplay
lovers become one


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Lesson Learned

To look at the marks on my wrists, and think nothing of it. Everyday is exactly the 
same, depression, anxiety, exhaustion.  I always knew life wasn't going to be 
easy.  But, I never expected so much pain.

  To look at my actions, breaking down my family, torturing their souls, just kills 
me even more inside. I believe that I cause their pain, the blame is to be placed 
on me, so I hurt myself more.  But the day I witnessed my sister following my 
past, cutting her wrists, just absolutely horrified me.  I was confused, lost, and 
even more, I was scared.  

 And then the day came, the day of her defeat, her depression overwhelmed her, 
and she came at me screaming in pain, blood dripping from her wrists, and all I 
could do was cry.  Crying, and yelling at her to quit, but knowing that it wouldn't do 
any good, as I would say something, but not follow in it. It was then, that I knew 
that I had to change my ways, life is too short already, and to shorten it even 
more.....would just be hell.


(Just to let you know, this is a true life situation that occurred in my family.  I don't 
ask for sympathy, but I ask you to include my sister in your prayers, things are 
possible by yourself, but it's always easier with help. And for your information [for 
those who care] I am currently getting help with my depression, and I just want to 
thank all of those who have commented, it showed me people care, and that 
means more than anyone will ever know. Thank you)


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Sister-in-law

Sharing a friendship from back in the day
I'm so glad that God planned it that way
Special you are...Have you even a clue
To know what it's like to have a sister like you
Ever a time you feel lonely or if you ever need a friend
Rely on me to help you through it right up to the end

In case I have not told you"Christy, I love you!"
Noble in your actions-to yourself always be true

Love and laughter, pain and tears
Ample friendship through the years
Wishing you all the best in everything this life can give

Conditioning your life the way you wish for you to live
Happy you make others when in your company
Rewarded by the laughter of the memory
Internally you have touched me
Satisfied by what I see
The sister that i wished for
You're the best, I could not ask for more!


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Sister.

Sister dear,
I don't love you.
I don't think I ever have.
Maybe the first time I saw you,
But the second all attention went on you,
I was gone.

I know our parents love you more,
Give you more,
Care for you more.
They say they have their reasons...
Well I havent heard one.
You alway were put first,
Never once I got put in first.

I do have to say,
That when I see that,
I do cry alittle,
But then no one cares...
So Whats the purpose?

I wish you were gone,
Sometimes I came close to making you gone,
But then our parents would hate me even more.

Mom and Dad always say they love you,
I barely hear that anymore,
When I do, I figure it's all a lie,
Cause that one day,
That one day they told me, that I have broken their hearts.
That was all it took for me to say,
I HATE YOU!


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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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We Will Remember Them

Dying for Freedom
American and British soldiers
Will be remembered

 

" Dedicated to the losses our countries are taking to fight for our freedom "
                                 Haiku or Senryu matters not


http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war3.php


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Chilly Willy

like a stampeed herd of buffalo shuffling across floor
I kept hearing stomping through the door

no mist or beams of light
but her dogs surely felt the erie fright

clinging to me like a lovers intertwine
I uttered to them you'll both be just fine

I could feel my sister's enity come through the door
I sat up and yelled your here no more

as fast as she came in
she backed out slowly once again

I called out to her name
said you died in your sleep oh what a shame

could not fall to sleep the rest of the night
waiting for another sign that she's alright

she was only fifty seven
now she resides in God's heaven

her dogs placed in a no kill shelter
But her visit felt like helter skelter



Tribute To My Sister Phyllis  {1951 - 2009 }
     R.I.P. Chilly Willy


Also Entry For
Danielle White's
Time Warp Contest 
GL All


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Stolen Kiss

  " Stolen Kiss"

 I normally wouldn't be the one to break a happy home. but baby I do believe that with me is where u belong. 

Striving of perfection is striving  happiness and light.I'm looking for the triple threat I think ur worth the fight. 

I like the way ur social perseverance is what u showing. Life doesent have a shortcut for a place that is worth going. 

I don't want no problems but tell homie to stand back. Cause he don't have the features that this princess cannot lack.

Tell him let u free if u where his then you'll return. But do remind the kid that u can't keep what u don't earn. 

I'm a fight untill I get u that's promise not a threat. War don't tells us who is right it just tells you who is left. 

They say never shedding tears differs men from all the boys. Let's agree to dissagree baby bring me tears of joy. 

Were all blind about the future there's no thing that we can see. But I advice grow old with me cause the best is yet to be. 

I see you that you looking ur playing the tease me game. Ur worried of what you'll  loose but not conscious of what you'll gain. 

I just want a chance opportunities are golden. But right now ur heart is his and a kiss is better stolen. 

The ending  tunnel light can also be a train. I offer streanth to face it dividing all the pain. 

A remark generally hurts in proportion to its truth. You considering that I'm better it must hurt cause here's the proof. 

A goodbye is only painful if u again don't say hello. They say rain is not that bad if then it turns to snow. 

Its all been said and done its been real and its been fun. All I really want is you a daughter and a son.


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Why

Why does she make Tyesha cry?
Why she act like she don’t care?
Why did she have 3 kids that she doesn’t want to take care of?
Why do all of us hate being at home?
Why does she have a man in the house she doesn’t trust?
Why does she let him hurt Tyesha?
Why would Tyesha have to lie?
Why am I scared to leave them with her?
Why do I feel it’s my right to protect them?
Why do I want to settle for less in stay in Saginaw to have them close to me?
Why does she treat us wrong?
I know why it’s because of Skinny!!


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Snowing, Snowing, Snowing

                 Snowing …
Soft and Beautiful almost Bitter-Cold Thing

A man watched her… from across the bar
Said:  “I had to come over… to where you are
… sitting there drinking… Kaluah and Cream
… looking like – someone’s un-awakened dream

Decided to catch her … ‘fore she got away
Then he asked her … what she had to say…
Now, she’s listened, but wasn’t too impressed
She just grouped him … with all the rest …

    … and said:  “I’m Snowing …
I’m Fragile… when I’m Falling …
My heart is frozen … kept on thaw-alert
I won’t let it melt … I don’t want to hurt
Don’t get too close, or you may get chilled
Don’t mean to be rude … that’s just how I feel…

               like Snowing …
Soft and beautiful, but Bitter-Cold thing “

Now, I’ve heard the fairy tale of a young boy and girl
Who got caught up … in an icy-world
But, I’m more saddened, by what I just seen …
What could have changed that woman into The Snow Queen?

                She’s Snowing …
Such a Soft beauty, but Bitter-Cold thing
She’s Snowing … Snowing … Snowing

Now, the man, politely touched her arm …
Got her to dance … held her close and warm …
The Heat of His Heart-beat, tho’ Strong … was only fleeting
He looked down into her eyes … they were sleeting …

                She was Snowing …
Soft and beautiful, but Bitter-Cold thing
She was Snowing … Snowing … Snowing

Maybe, he’ll see her again, this time, next year
… but … if you make her melt … She will disappear …

               ‘Cause She’s Snowing
Such a Soft and beautiful, Bitter-Cold thing
That girl is Snowing … Snowing … Snowing


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Cloud-Cover

Cloud-Cover… On A Sunny Day
Got Me On This Hill… Looking-Up and Dreaming
Cloud-Cover… I Just Want To Lay
And Watch The Sunrays Gently Beaming…
… thru The Cloud-Cover… Cloud Cover

Cloud-Cover… Like A Gentle Lover
A Sweetheart, That’s Somewhere Far Away
Who, Sends A Message… To This Hillside Clover…
… and Me… Wishing Both, Could Stay…
… just Like Cloud-Cover… Cloud Cover

Oh, Let Our Lives, Be Like Close-Cloud-Cover
Gently Rolling By, Slowly, On The Breeze
Rise Up With Love, For One Another
And Ride The Wind.. ‘til We Are Free…
… Discover, Cloud-Cover… Cloud Cover

Cloud-Cover… Was A Sunny Day
… but I Hear Distant Thunder… On A Hill…
Cloud-Cover… I Have To Pray…
I’m Running Thru The Rain… ‘Cause I Feel A Chill…
… Don’t Let It Be My Cloud-Cover!... Not My Cloud-Cover!
…Nor My Son, Daughter, Mother, Father… Or My Brother…

Cloud Cover… Please… Cloud Cover…

   In Memory of Those Taken From Us...


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HAPPY 21st

Today is the day you turn twenty one!
You've gone pretty far, but it's only begun!

Education, Employment and Friends and Love too???
Oh my, what wonders lie ahead for you.

Be sensible in your venture, known as your life,
especially in love, as it cuts like a knife!

Be honest and loving in all that you do,
and watch very closely as it comes back to you!!!

What goes around comes around, my Mom used to say,
so remember what you do to others will happen to you one day.

Keep strong in life as it will surely take its toll,
and always remember your life long goal.

Put yourself first always. You are your own best friend.
You're the only one who'll be with yourself until the very end!!!

Be good and true and always do the best you can do,
and you'll be please to see what life has in store for you!!!

HAPPY 21st BIRTHDAY!!!!!


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True Friends

To wander in life, what does this do?
Going day by day, wondering where the next meal is.
Where I am going to sleep at night?
What is out there for me?
Is God even watching what is happening to me?
Does He even care??
Wandering aimlessly in the dark valley!
Will this ever change?
It doesn't seem like it ever will! 
I have found one friend; a true friend.
She tells me that no matter what she will be there for me.
I cry, because what she tells me is true.
She says, " At the end of the day, my momma's still my biggest fan!"
With tears in my eyes I get in my mom's car and promise her that no matter what 
I love her!
I am glad I have her as a friend, A TRUE FRIEND!!!



this is dedicated to my friend (she knows who she is) I LOVE YOU


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Illyanna's Dark Poetry

I wish people would quit picking on my sister. She is a wonderful writer and I know her
work is dark and creepy but that is who she is. She writes to entertain and to take you
places that make you uncomfortable. If you read her poems and you get the chills she has
done what she set out to do! If it creeps you out to much then when you see the name
Illyanna De La Keur then don't read it. This is a place where we all can demonstrate our
creativity and I would hate for her to remove her work and quit writing. Illyanna is a
writer that is an acquired taste and if not for her and my other sister I would never have
explored my own talent so please lay off on telling her to change her subject matter.


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Those Who Have Wronged Us


Those Who Have Wronged Us… I had a loved one whom I thought loved me. I couldn’t understand how she would treat me! I thought she was a Christian. She said she was. She told me; “I don’t like you just because!” As the years went by, just the way she lived. I wanted nothing to do with her! Much less forgive! The things she did were hurtful and caused pain. I didn’t even want to mention her name! Years later, I felt the lord tugging at my heart! God wanted a healing… And a fresh start I wanted an apology… It never took place. I felt the Lord asking me for more of his grace. You see, after all these years, with no words spoken. I heard of some news, and my heart was broken. I found out this person was soon at death’s door. When I found out… I fell to the floor! I cried “Father in heaven will you please forgive me? I didn’t love her, in spite of how she would treat me!” The opportunity I had was a chance for forgiving. Now she hasn’t much longer that she’ll be living! May this be a warning and a “wake up” reminder! To those who wronged us, we need to be kinder! Christ’ love needs to break the “barriers” down. So forgiveness in our lives will certainly be found! By Jim Pemberton


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Collections

I’ll add you to my safe keeps.
And put you with my collections.
I’ll sit back with my own reflections.
After, I’ve taken hundreds of peeps.
 
I’ll put you under my pillow where I sleep.
And then there will be no exceptions.
It’s where delusion versus deceptions.
You and I will never weep.
 
Until your heart is free to run,
I’ll be collecting ashes and dust.
I’ll never be done!
And I’ll never rust.
 
My collections of restorations appeal.
Piece by piece many of you will heal.
 
 
®Registered: Ann Rich   2006


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"MY SISTER MICHELLE IS SO SPECIAL TO ME!!!"

My sister Michelle is so special to me
And I'm grateful as I can possible be
Yes my dear and sweet sister I love you
And this comes straight from my heart it really do
This is serious forever lasting and very true
I'm appreciate all the talks,laughs,and jokes we share
For we often show each other how much we care
I'm thankful Jesus put you in my life
So we can help 1 another through strife
And I promise to always be here for you
Michelle you're precious and wonderful in all that you do.


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Could Have Been Me

I have two brothers and that is it,
A sister would have made it perfect.
I met this girl and we hung out all the time,
I finally had a sister of mine.
Even though, we didn’t have the same family,
She was as real as a real sister could be.
And I was six years younger than her,
But that didn’t really seem to matter.
I knew her brother and her dad,
When I met her, her mom had just past.
I met her boyfriend and her cousins too,
Her only sister had died at age two.
One thing set her apart from the rest,
She would never settle for less.
She broke up fights and talked things out,
She was a peacemaker without a doubt.
Her brother and dad were in and out of jail,
For drug possession and intent to sell.
She graduated from high school with a 4.0,
And not one college she applied to said no.
There was not one time she didn’t have my back,
Whether for moral support or even an attack.
I remember this one time her and me,
Were riding as passengers and her brother was driving.
They used to let me sit in the front seat,
Because they knew that is where I had wanted to be.
We had just pulled over to get some gas,
She came up to the front seat and put the music on blast.
A song that we liked had just came on,
And we started singing along.
Her brother was inside of the store,
And a car pulled up that she couldn’t ignore.
All of a sudden she jumped on top of me,
I had no idea about what was happening. 
I didn’t know what was going on,
But I could tell something was definitely wrong.
She jumped back and she started to choke,
And I noticed there was blood coming out of her throat.
Her shoulder was the next thing the bullet had hit,
There’s no way my sister can die like this!
Her blood felt warm against my skin,
That’s when I realized what was happenin’.
Her brother barged his way through the car door,
He picked up her body and threw it on the floor.
I could not believe that he just did that,
He didn’t stop or even look back.
He feared about getting locked up at any moment,
Because I found out that he had a warrant.
If he didn’t do that could she have been saved?
We will never know, we had to dig her grave.
I didn’t even go to her funeral,
I mean, I couldn’t because I was feeling too miserable.
I pray for her family, her friends and her soul,
My life, to her I will always owe,
My mind is still in awe you see,
It happened to her, but it could have been me.


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To Question God

On one early morning came a knock upon my door
I thought it was my daughter with grandkids I adore
But there stood my sister, grief as plain as day
She said her son had died in the war yesterday.
Now she wonders why God just sits above
He's supposed to be all powerful and so full of Love
He surely could prevent our death, disease, and war
Yet they happen still, and everyday brings more.
Then to top it off, He makes a Lake of Fire
That doesn’t sound like Love, it sounds like He’s a liar.

After many tears, I took her by the hand
And said, “There are some things you don’t understand.
When God created life and all the world we see,
It was perfect then, like we’d like it to be.
But Adam chose to sin, and ever since that day
Death awaited man, the debt of sin to pay.
God could have killed us all and started over again
Instead He made a way to save us from our sin.
Yes, God so full of power, who lives in Heaven on high
Loved the world so much, He sent His Son to die.
His Son hung on a cross, then in a tomb He lay
But death lost all it's sting when He rose the third day!

Since God is perfect there, in His Home above
Sin is not allowed, only Peace and Love.
So God created Hell for Satan and for sin
And on the Judgment day, He will throw them in.
When Jesus died that day, His Blood flowed to forgive
To wash man's sin away, so man with God can live. 
And all we have to do is believe that it is true,
Repent of sin, so He, can cleanse us through and through.
Now the curse of sin remains, so all men surely die
Believers wake in Heaven, Eternal Home on High. 
But those who don't believe, still carry all their sin
And God will have no choice, He can't let them in.
Sin will be destroyed, along with the Devil in Hell
Those that die in sin, will be sent there as well."

My sister listened close, tears still flowing free
Then she bowed her head, and there she prayed with me.
"Jesus I confess my sin, I know that it was wrong.
I know now that You cared for me, and Loved me all along.
I invite You in my heart, please, take control of me
Live Your life through me, so others plainly see."
I hugged my sister tight, and I just had to grin,
with greatest joy I told her that she'd see her son again.
Before he left for war, I'd had a chance to share
He's waiting now with Angels, to greet her over there.


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Little Sister

You are beautiful

You are smart

Don’t continue to think

You are just some body parts



When GOD created you

For sure we know

That within you

Our population continues to grow



We are mothers, sisters, aunts

Nieces, grandmothers and friends

We feed off of each other

From beginning to end



Don’t allow anyone to break you down

You are strong, powerful women

Who wear a mighty Crown



You deserve the best that life has to offer

Don’t believe your only worth

Is lying on your back

And being treated like dirt



Carry yourselves with class

By the way you talk and the way you dress

Keep your mind focused

And others will be impressed



But don’t live for others

You must live for you

Be proud of yourself

And all that you do



You don’t understand

The power that you have 

From where our sisters before us came

And looking at our successful sisters now



Little sister you are Fabulous

You are nothing less than a Queen

Don’t you let anyone

Strip you of your self-being



I love ya!


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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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Magdalena

Hey pretty girl, it’s your choice
If you decided sitting there alone, he said
Taking a sip of his starwars--- a vodka, with coke
He let the smoothness of it fills his throat.
 
But, can’t get your eyes out of me, she said
Having a continuous puff of her cigarette 
In her candle like fingers;
Well, then you can join me, if you wish? 
 
Really?
He asked;
His face brightens,
With hope.

Why? 
Having a second thought of joining me,
If you want to meet me, have a seat
I’ll give you my address, she replied.

Yes, yes I like meeting you;
As he looked at her smiling
He said, I think I’m in love with you;
You’re so beautiful, young lady.

Oh please Mr., don’t corrupt my mind, she begged
I know you already belong to someone else;
I saw how you removed your wedding ring
And slide it secretly into your pocket.

Still want my address? She asked
See that convent, opposite this bar
That’s going to be my home; I belong to the Savior
And I’m going to meet him, today.


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' 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)


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THE ANGEL

SHE COMES TO THIS EARTH
SHE SEES THAT THINGS ARE SO WRONGE
     WITH SO MANY PEOPLE
         SHE TRYS YO HELP
SOME OF THEM TURN THEIR BACK ON HER
BUT SHE STILL KEEPS TRING TO HELP
TO SHOW THAT THERE IS LOVE IN THIS WORLD
THEN THERE ARE ONES WHOS LIFE SHE TOUCHES
MAKES THINGS GO WITH SO MUCH EASE
SHE LOVES AND GIVES HER HEART TO ALL
THE ANGEL SHOWS ALL THAT ARE IN HER LIFE
THINGS ARE NOT TO BE TAKEN FOR GRANTED
ALL THE LOVE SHE GIVES TO THEM AND FOR THEM
         HER LIFE IS SO SHORT LIVED
SHE HOPES THAT ALL THE PEOPLE THAT SHE HAS TOUCHED
WILL REMEMBER HER  AND THE LOVE SHE GAVE THEM
THEN ONE DAY SHE IS NO LONGER AROUND
DO THEY MISS HER AND REMEMBER 
WHAT SHE TRYED TO TEACH THEM
MAYBE ONE DAY THEY WILL SEE HER AGAIN
BUT SHE WILL ALWAYS WATCH OVER
     THE ONES SHE LOVED AND TOOK CARE OF
WHILE SHE WAS HERE ON THIS EARTH WITH THEM
THEN THERE ARE ONES THAT HAVE KNOWN HER LOVE
   BUT NEVER UNDERSTOOD HER AT ALL
THEY ONLY HURT HER AND NEVER LET HER IN
BUT THE ONES THAT DID ARE REALLY BLESSED
TO HAVE HAD HER IN THERE  LIFE

RUTH C YORK

TO MY MAMA ,  SISTER BETTY .TO MY DEAREST SISTER AN FRIEND DORENA , 
AS WELL MY SELF


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'The Woman and The Wall...'

The Woman Stands By The Wall
… knowing No Harm Shall Pass Thru
It is Strong … Made of Stone and Tall
A Constructed, Marvel – True …

The Woman Places By The Wall …
… a Basket of Hopes and Dreams
She knows, No Creepy Creature Can Crawl
Past This Foundation, as Deep as the Seas …

And The Wall Reaches to Destinies Un-Shown
Long Distance, Soaring Sure and Straight
So, the Woman can Lean Upon
and Rest on This Journey So Great

The Woman Stays By The Wall
The Wall Blocks Out Horrible Views
And Screams and Things Too Evil To Call…
… She Never Wants To Go Over You …

The Woman Holds Onto The Wall
Admiring Its Fortitude, Its Texture
And Tho’ Her Hands May Be Small
She Will Attempt to Respectfully Measure

… This Reliable, Wonderful-Wall
Stands Built, for Her Pretty Protection
So, This Battle-Scarred-Wall, Will Not Fall…
… from Her Supporting, Adoring, Affection

For God, Took Away Her Prayer-Shawl                    1 Cor. 11: 5
as She Marched, Under Heavenly-Protocol
and Master-Builder, Chose This One Over Them All
to Be Her Outstanding, Warrior-Wall !

…  The Woman and The Wall …


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afloat

in the check cashing line on friday 
she stands, frustrated, calculating in her head
how quickly the paycheck erodes away 
like sand through a sieve &
her hands hurt from the manufacturing she’s been doing
for what seems like her whole life
“on the wrong side of 30,”
she has little tread on her fingers
from maneuvering the hard rubber all day &
her wrists ache so bad she coats them in
Bengay the minute she gets off the warehouse floor---
she overhears the conversations amidst the others in the line
who have credit so bad that they can’t get a bank account &
though she can’t make out all the words (after all, she’s not privy to
eavesdropping),
she knows all too well the tone
which comes from years of strife & anger
a lethal combination in the country where all the folks in the line
reside---
her daughter at home is a toddler 
who gets traded between her older sister &
her mother, while she’s at work,
doing one job full-time & another
part-time, so the two of them can stay
afloat,
and for now, it is working----
where the man went who got her pregnant 
is anybody’s guess,
she’s found that the best way to answer her daughter about him
is to just tell the truth,
“best she find out early what the world is really like,”
she tells her mom,
who had told her & her sister the same
when they were younger---
a domino effect of men bailing on the three of them
has brought them all closer together but
made it impossible for any of them to trust 
anyone outside their circle---
best that they have each other,
best that right she has work,
best for now, she can still
swim.


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Blood on Emeralds

The blood of Emeralds
In Northern Ireland's streets
Where sides detest
Victims they seek
 
Religious divide
Neighbours slain
For the life of me
What to gain
 
These troubled times
Historic sores
Deep rooted pasts
Now to the fore
 
IRA
UDA
Many guns came out to play
Both sides fell, as they murderously slay
During the week, even Sundays
 
The Belfast agreement of 1998
This Land of Emeralds, in peaceful state
Neighbours safe to talk again
Never allow the blood, on the Emeralds stain

" Dedicated to all Ireland - The Emerald Isle "


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' The Knight Guards Thee ... ' (Medieval # 5)

Thou Art Fair and Not Forsaken
The Knight Guards Thee
as Thou Slumber midst
Embers of Purity
with Palms of Vespers
Thou Art Fair and Not Forsaken

A Chaste Kiss doth Pledge
The Knight Guards Thee
Treads the Cold-Castle Halls
...Hours of Torch-lit Vigil
Eyes, Terrible as Flames Upon...
Thy Fairness... never Forsaken

Nay, no Invasion of Spirit Cometh
The Knight Guards Thee
against Travail, Hordes and Dread
Sword and Teeth wouldst Bathe in Blood
'Ere harm Trespass to Thee
Thou Art Fair and Not Forsaken
In Peace, Rest... Fair Maiden

(Written For My Sweet Sister, Jennie)


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Accepting our loss

Such pleasure you gave 
in the short time we had,
but you were chosen
and though we are sad;
you're away from the dangers
your earthly life had,
away from things ugly
those awful things, bad... .
You brought us peace,
we can't be mad;
for your crossing over -
means an angel they add.
So proud of you,
so very glad;
from loving friends, family;
Mum and Dad 
xxxx


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Parents

Guardians or Demons
Loved or Hated
Us mums and dads
And how were rated.
 
Too strict, too soft
Do we win either way
Don't come home late
Can i go out to play?
 
The answers we give
And the replies we get
Either makes us smile
Or very upset.
 
Family discussion, Parental Chat
Don't do this, don't do that
This Parental task, us parents take on
Helps us make our families strong.


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The Beauty In You

I seen the beauty within you
you unfurled it and let it flew

touching all each passing day
heart of gold when it came to a childs play

god sent down his special angels
and saving that dance to a heavenly tango

guess God needed you more then I
but do not fret sis for my heart now sighs

just knowing your with our family above
someday we'll rejoice on the wings of a dove

for the wolf and shepherd may cross my path
but it is I that shall have its last laugh

for one can not take away those loving years
even if I'm the one left standing alone in tears

for time we shared together was given few
I was honored to see the inner beauty in you

your loving daughter and son will be alright
as they look upon the land and see the stars shine so bright

so as you travel above the high drifted planes
Ill be waiting for god to someday explain

How can one so young and free
Be taken away from somebody like me

but I will be thankful for having a sister like you
who shared her passion and beauty for life and for all she knew





In Loving Memory Of My Sister 
Phyllis  {1951 -  2009 }
                   RIP


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Could Have Been Me

I have two brothers and that is it,
A sister would have made it perfect.
I met this girl and we hung out all the time,
I finally had a sister of mine.
Even though, we didn’t have the same family,
She was as real as a real sister could be.
And I was six years younger than her,
But that didn’t really seem to matter.
I knew her brother and her dad,
When I met her, her mom had just past.
I met her boyfriend and her cousins too,
Her only sister had died at age two.
One thing set her apart from the rest,
She would never settle for less.
She broke up fights and talked things out,
She was a peacemaker without a doubt.
Her brother and dad were in and out of jail,
For drug possession and intent to sell.
She graduated from high school with a 4.0,
And not one college she applied to said no.
There was not one time she didn’t have my back,
Whether for moral support or even an attack.
I remember this one time her and me,
Were riding as passengers and her brother was driving.
They used to let me sit in the front seat,
Because they knew that is where I had wanted to be.
We had just pulled over to get some gas,
She came up to the front seat and put the music on blast.
A song that we liked had jus came on,
And we started singing along.
Her brother was inside of the store,
And a car pulled up that she couldn’t ignore.
All of a sudden she jumped on top of me,
I had no idea about what was happening. 
I didn’t know what was going on,
But I could tell something was definitely wrong.
She jumped back and she started to choke,
And I noticed there was blood coming out of her throat.
Her shoulder was the next thing the bullet had hit,
There’s no way my sister can die like this!
Her blood felt warm against my skin,
That’s when I realized what was happenin’.
Her brother barged his way through the car door,
He picked up her body and threw it on the floor.
I could not believe that he just did that,
He didn’t stop or even look back.
He feared about getting locked up at any moment,
Because I found out that he had a warrant.
If he didn’t do that could she have been saved?
We will never know, we had to dig her grave.
I didn’t even go to her funeral,
I mean, I couldn’t because I was feeling too miserable.
I pray for her family, her friends and her soul,
My life, to her I will always owe,
My mind is still in awe you see,
It happened to her, but it could have been me.


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Sister

Your heart is a place of essence divine,
a place of beauty that truly complements mine,
with every whispering purr, magic within my soul,
to be felt by all that know.


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CHUGGA

Chugga became our hero in third grade
and he passed into myth in eighth grade.
Chugga wasn't a Catholic, but his parents
sent him to school with us anyway.

In third grade, one early fall afternoon,
Sister Mary Grace was going down the line
hitting each of us on our up-turned palms
with a large wooden ruler.
She swung the ruler at Chugga's hand
when, poof, he pulled it away
and Sister hit herself in the leg.
We all laughed.
Of course, Chugga was marched down the hall
where Sister Mary Bertha made him kneel down,
smacked him across the face with her hand
and then struck both of his hands with the ruler.

I don't remember what he'd done wrong in eighth grade,
but Sister Bertha, all 4' 8" of her,
yanked all 5' 11" of skinny Chugga
out of his desk and dragged him across
the hall into the bathrooms.
He told us after school how she had made him
take down his pants and she
got her rocks off by
beating him on his ass and back
with a piece of oak wood that was
the foot rest from the back of a student's desk.
The board was over a foot long,
four inches wide and over an inch thick.
Chugga told us that Big Bertha had
broken the board while smacking him
across the back.


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A Sister's Love

Sister, you hold a special place within my heart,
and on this day, I just wanted to say,
that no matter how near or how far we may be, 
you can always count on me. For you see, a sister is more 
than just family, she's also a lifetime friend.

When you came into my life, it was a truly remarkable day,
we shared a special bond, you were the shadow that followed me 
along my way.  I tried to be there for you to show I care,
sometimes life isn't always fair, for as time went by we drifted apart.
Because of our ages we lived different lives, had different styles and different ways.
We haven't always agreed on what sounded good or looked good, 
However, that is somehow ok, for you see, we are different people within one family.

You are unique and so am I, I love you and know you love me.  
Time has a way of bringing hearts closer, the older we get the less important those 
differences seem.  We are just glad for the time we have together to spend.  

A sister is a forever friend, someone to tell your secrets to, the one who cries when you 
are sad and rejoices when you are glad.  The heart of a sister is a remarkable thing. 

On this day, I just wanted to say, that I am truly glad that you are my sister, for all 
you have given me.  Memories to forever treasure, memories of my sister and me.

Written in love for Donna Kaye, a special sister and friend.  I love and wish you all the 
joy and goodness that life can bring.  

                                          Terra Dawn Mims


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My sister`s kids

Their little faces remind me of there mother when she was a little girl the 
innocents in their eyes, their little grin as if they were up to some thing, and the 
way they act from the oldest to the youngest I see her,
 In Dannay I see the girl my sister could of been some one who is open to 
learning , ready to help when needed, who see`s the person she wants to be 
and watches over the ones that are younger.
 In Toni I see a smile that hides, I see the gleam in her eyes and the love that's 
tucked deep down in side a girl who wants to be free,
 In Ronnie I see my sister when she was nine, a tom boy with a smile of  a little 
girl some one who will grow to be all she can be,
  In Joseph I see the boy my sister always wanted a charmer, a kid who lights up 
the room and who can mess it just as fast,
   with all of them I have a blast. 
My sister was given every thing even these beautiful kids and like her life she 
never appreciated what she had,
  Now her kids live in my home given love, respect, and the care they were never 
given for my sister I fill sad,
  her kids are of wonder, they are fun, they are different from one another yet they 
are the same,
  kids who just want a chance to be, kids who want to love to receive love and be 
happy there life's before me was a shame,
  my sisters kids are given a chance to be, how they take is up to them, before 
them is a new beginning behind them is a life they did n`t deserve my sisters 
kids were always in my heart,
  my sisters kids now have a better start.


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"A Woman Eyes " by Joseph Goodwill

If you take a moment to look deep inside a woman's eyes you can see the 
window to her soul. You can see her joy and her pain; her hopes and her 
dreams.  She may never say a word but her eyes can tell a whole story.  I know 
because I have had the pleasure to know many beautiful and wonderful women 
in my life.  But 6 women changed my life along with Christ.  They were my 
mother, my grandmother, my two aunts, my cousin's wife, and my beautiful wife.  
When I look into their eyes I saw where I came from, where I am now and where I 
am headed.  The man I have become I owe to God.  The way I treat a woman I 
owe to my mother.  A woman is a daughter, a sister, a mother, a wife, and that is 
just for starters.  You can find her at church, you can find her in the community, 
you can find her being a nurse to a child's wounds, and you can find her being a 
rock to her husband when the world is knocking him down.  And after all of that 
she is still a woman in every sense of the word.  I know man is the head of the 
house and God is its foundation but a woman is its CEO;  Chief Everything 
Officer.  My mother is no longer here on earth with me but if I want to see what 
she stood for all I have to do is look into a woman's eyes.  I don't only want to say 
thank you to the women who changed my life but thank you to all women for with 
God and you everything is possible.


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I'm Still Me

Who I was
Is who I am
What I said
Was not a scam

I'm still me
I've not replaced
My true identity
Is still in place

Look deep inside
You shall see
Your daughter, your sister
All of me

Don't be confused
By subtle change
I've only adapted
To this life of derange

(C) Stacy Lynn Stiles


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Rape

The night started out fun
Her sister was there but she was the youngest one
He was always looking at her
His eyes just swallowed her
It took a while for the alcohol to hit
She drank and drank then said "this is it"
She layed on the floor to sleep
As she awoke to him touching her she wanted to weep
She pushed him away
He wouldn't take no for answer
He forced himself upon her
This was it, his chance to be raw
She told him no
but a peice of @ss was all he saw
He forced it in
Nobody to see it, just him
The room was too dark to see
He didnt see her silent plea's
She was shocked and terrified
She wanted to say no but the words wouldnt come out no matter how hard she 
tried
After he was finished he left the room
She layed there bloody hoping her sister would come home soon
She ran into the shower to clean up
But he hadnt gotten off enough
He came in and tried to stick his penis in her mouth
She said no so he got rough
She felt used
He tried again and she refused
He left her alone
She no longer felt safe in her sisters home
He took her innocence so now what was she worth
Her thoughts melted into tears
Her tears melted into fears
She held that secret deep in her soul
Her heart was screaming for a release
So she slit her wrists to put her thoughts ts at ease
Nothing could heal her but time
Those memories are not only painful but MINE


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My Sister the Poet

My sister the poet
Will let it be known
Of her past life and her so many homes
Of all her good memories and all of the bad
She is quite talented and has a lot to say
Her life with the devilish man who called himself her father made her that way
Mean as a snake when you make her mad
But the nicest person you’ll ever meet
A down right Christian, she is
And when you do something wrong she lets you know about it
Most parents tell their kids ‘Santa’s watching you’
But my sister instead says ‘Jesus is watching you’
At the moment she is writing a book of poems of all her childhood memories
From the very first to the very worst
Her subjects vary from her sister to her brother
From riding in a toy car to building an outhouse
But not all of it is funny
Some of it makes you really appreciate the life you’ve got
Wether it’s happy or sad
Or makes you angry and mad 
It all flows together and it all tells a story of a life from hell that we are all glad 
we didn’t have
To my sister the poet
I love you very much
And I wish I had your talent
I wish you the best of luck with your book
Keep up the good work


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Views

I am the child of a mother who doesn't care
Who pretends to not see the life I can't bare
I am a the sister of a boy who blames me
Why can't the truth be seen
I am the younger sister of a girl who gets what she wants
Even when she's sitting in cell block three
I am the daughter of a man who isn't there 
How can he understand if he doesn't listen to me completely
I am the older sister to a other girl who is always testing my rage
Can't she the box I'm in is a cage
I am a student of a school that doesn't know
The misery of my life that needs to be shown
I am a girl who wants to run away
Rather than being tortured everyday


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Adopted Children

Like stray or beaten animals
Children come to my door
They are starving for attention
Parents love them no more

I have taken them in
One by one
Talked through the evenings
Into the morning sun

I'm honest in my past
Drugs and alcohol are no excuse
Be it from the children or the parents
It is still a form of abuse

Most just need attention
Someone to guide them through
My reputation spread fast
My house is a constant zoo.

Moving in, moving out, 
Phone calls at all hours
They simply need someone
When sun turns to showers

Be it a boy or girl
Ten or twenty-three
We are one huge success
In being a happy family

I've lost count
Over the many years
But the calls to say "I love you"
Always brings me tears

My door is always open
No child is turned away
Love fills this house
Each and every day

For my own child
If alive, would be fourteen
I give your love to all the others
It will carry to their offspring

Wait for me my child
I have more work to do
Remember always
I do this because of you




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' For The Jewel, of The Family '

For my Other Sister … The Jewel
Set in our Family Crown
My Other Sister … The Jewel
Whose Heart Sparkles … All Around

With All of Her Witty, Hi-Jinx
And Jokes and Playing Silly
And how Her Mind Thinks …
This Sibling … is like me Really

Has a Heart, as Open as The Sky
She is as Sweet, as Wild Honey
The Mirrors to Her Soul … ‘Are’ in Her Eyes
… So Deep and Clear ; Warm and Sunny …

I’ve called Her, Bunny-Bunny …
( but, Oh, how She Disdains, that Nick-name )
But, She’s so Cute and Cuddly
( and I still Think of Her, in that Vein )

As my Only Sibling Now … The Jewel Really Shines
Remaining Set … in Our Loving Family Line
I Love You, Sis … You Are One of A Kind …
The Sparkling Jewel … Sister of Mine ….


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Jessie

Stuck up brat,
Always has to be in control,
Ready to eat all the time,
A control-freak,
Has to listen to country music.


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My guilt

(This is a fictional poem)

I lived in misery for thirty years.
Every damn day I burst into tears.
I was angry when my sister was born so I prayed for her to die.
One week later she passed away, it was the only time I saw my dad cry.

I blamed myself day after day when she died.
I couldn't forgive myself no matter how hard I tried.
But after going to therapy, my guilt has come to a halt.
My therapist has assured me that my sister's death wasn't my fault.

The pain and guilt I endured was too much for me to bear.
I should've known that God would not answer such a prayer.
My life is so much better now that my guilt and pain are gone.
I'm at peace and now my life can finally go on.


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Sister cuzin

I looked in her face, hers was nothing like mine.Chocolate I, caramel she, our 
differences we don't see. 
her hair short, mine extended 2 be long, yet our spirits 2 one another are drawn
 
cuz her day, pain and gripe is the same 1's that got me looking 2 the creator for 
insight. 
as young women we were taught how to be homemakers cater to my man and my kids first.In 
the years we live in and are sure to see 
that kind of reality
 would have ur insides dying spiritually and emotionally
This young women i speak of upon first meeting, spoke volumes 2 me.
I admired her mind,take on life, giving spirit
telling the silly men in her life to come correct becuz u know she doesn't want 2 hear it.
Normally the catty of ladies, would lead me into a shut door of maybes about her 
character,somehow we broke down those wall so that we could see exactly who and what was 
standing awaiting entrance through the front door.
Every time i see sister cuzin i know she knows exactly whats on my mind, she greets me 
with a sweet smile and embrace, let me know quick where to locate the food, smoke and 
liquors in my leisure i am free 2 sip
sister cuzins, i luv mine do u luv urs.
Carrying the world on her back saving u constantly from mishaps, in tune with ones 
shortcomings and sometimes indiscretions.
Seems sister cuzins always wanna take on the world. Always looking 4 luv, but seems we 
stay just being some ones girl.
I come to u with sincere vision, sis
I see ur light, but i warn u, some folks, all they will do is dis it 
Direspect, disspondent ready 2 disregard u and ur accomplishments at a flick of the wrist.
I know u sis,
 ur hand strong and steady, 
never ever giving these clowns ammunition to dim it 
ur lightI mean. 
anybody who is anybody knows that in your heart and good graces is 
the place one longs to be.