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Details | Prose Poetry | |

She read me Dr Seuss

6:35 A.M.

Sunrise against my neck
that no cheap tan booth could ever match.

I ring the doorbell in anticipation of joy’s injection.

I needed it.

Because I left my cell phone in the car,
as I didn’t want to hear any chimed email
or text annoyances.

And the car just got cleaned,
only for the birds to have their way
on its waxy shine.

Bastards!

Time to grab the flamethrower from my trunk!

But, before I could scream in Braveheart declaration,
there she was.

Her 6 yr old smile,
made of 1/4 inch gaps between innocence enamel,
captured me like no other could.

“Tio”, she preached in angelica sonata.

As she held me,
held me,
with puppy love warmth.

Even the rainbows fell to its knees.

She took off my jacket with ferret-like perkiness and
asked me to sit on the floor with her.

But, not before offering to toast me some Eggo waffles
with a big glass of Ovaltine…
…in her Little Mermaid glass,
proudly made in North Korea.

It even had the dictator’s initials and a bucktooth smiley face stamp, signed in glitter
that said:
“Kid-safe”.

Thank God I just took my online course in Child Safety.
I was ready!

As I sip on Little Mermaid’s curves,
shaped in plastic, swirly straw weirdness,
a sound blasts off from a Barbie radio.

My 2 yr old angel galloped into this heart of mine,
with Tinnitus piercing scream & laughter,
tackling me in Incredible Hulk lunge.

“Hi Tio”, she whispered, before she hopped back upstairs, 
Ninja Turtle-style,
laughing maniacally with rapid head tilts, left to right to left.

Boys will fear her. 
And I couldn’t be more proud.

After two moments of silence, 
my 6 yr old angel places her Dr. Seuss book on my lap,
as she sits in front of me.

“I can r-r-read
with my eye-s
shut.”

She carefully completed the sentence,
as my eyes instantly fill with leaky pride
and an ingrained smile.

10 minutes later, she shut her book and asked me how she did.
“I am so proud of you my angel.”
“You have come so far.”

I had to hold back tears because I didn’t want to throw her off.
Yet I think she knew,
because she kept her head down and smiled with gentle starburst.

Mission accomplished.

And it was then where I heard her say,
“Those who matter don’t mind,
those who mind don’t matter.”

But she was quiet, looking at me with tilted head & smile.

For it was my inner child, 
speaking
clear.

© Drake J. Eszes


Details | Free verse | |

Like a Rock

I carry my mother 
like a rock in my pocket 

that I just can’t seem to throw away 

It serves me 
no purpose, 
it just weighs me down 

~~~
 
When I first found it, 
when I first picked it up 
and started carrying it with me, 

I thought it so beautiful – 
I could look at it for hours 

But, like my mother, 
it never looked back at me, 
never grew warm under my loving gaze 

For the longest, I was blind to that, 
Blind to anything but the beauty, 
blind to the cold, hard, 
beyond-remote nature of the rock,
of my mother,
my stone

~~~

I carry my mother,
a thought without weight

And she’s heavier

and she’s colder

than all the stones
there are

~~~
 
By the time I recognized her 
immutable, emotional unavailability, 
I had run out of joy,
felt depleted of hope –

But I could not,
for the life of me,
stop seeking a beauty, a warmth,
inside her heart

Could not stop
wishing
that one day this stone,
my mother,
deep inside my pocket,

Might just become
its own opposite –

Change from hard to fluid,
from cold to warm

But my rock, my hard burden,
will only turn to water

When my mother
stops being
a stone


Details | Quatrain | |

The Love of a Gentle Man

There is a place where the land bows down to kiss the misty tide,
Where rolling waves bring memories of the place my heart resides.
There among the old fishing shacks that stretch along the shore,
I find the thing I’m longing for, in your sweet embrace once more.

We sit together on a weathered log I carve my initials on,
And as you mend the fishing net, I sing your favorite song,
“Oh Danny Boy”, falls on the wind and floats across the bay,
As you smile at me and melt my heart, with words you do not say.

Beneath a golden sun with the fish and the smell of wild flowers,
A little girl and her Grandpa, sit happily and while away the hours,
And when the sun dips in the bay, we put the mended nets away,
And hand-in-hand walk home again, to the end of a perfect day.


                                    ~~~~~~

Author:  Elaine George




(In loving memory of Theodore Evans - My Grandfather)


Details | Carpe Diem | |

I must Carpe Diem

I used to live life full of dreams 
Planning, for many years to come.
Where I will be, when I will go,
A future that was filled with fun.

Till the day my life was shattered.
Till the day when the hammer struck.
All my dreams now torn asunder 
Nowhere to hide, nowhere to duck.

I stood my battles, fought the fight 
We gathered and said our goodbyes,
Yet through all of your brave faces,
I could still hear the silent cries.

Last Will and Testament written,
Everything important was said,
“I love you,” still that magic word,
I’d sleep in peace tucked in my bed.

Then something magical happened,
I came back from places of dread.
Now more a part of the living,
Each day I get stronger instead.

Now I know what’s most important
Enjoy precious moments each day,
Learned not to live for tomorrows
That just might not come anyway.

I enjoy each sip of coffee,
Watching leaves turn colours and fly,
Kisses from my sweet little dog,
Every time I see a blue sky.

The music of my Children’s voices,
Love of family never ends,
Carpe Diem, just seize the day,
That is my new motto my friends.


Written 10.25.2014
For Regina Riddle’s Contest 
Seize the Moment (Carpe Diem)
5th

James 5:15
And the prayer offered in faith will make the sick person well; the Lord will raise them up.

Living for the moment makes everything more special.


Details | Free verse | |

The Woman

See the woman.

See the face behind its age.
See the beauty of her form.
See the way her way becomes her.
See past her once taught skin, as it was 
when it enflamed many a man.

See the way she holds her head;
the tilt of her neck, the ease
of her being.
See the strength that binds her jaw,
unrelenting in its flex.

See her hurt displayed, as shadows
fall like night upon the earth,
eager for rest and resolution -
retribution,
for the one she could not save.

See her darkness. See it very well.
See it shatter like glass, glinting,
when she giggles like a girl.
See her shine.
As the shades of dark days rise,

See the years that grace her eyes,
like rays of her own sun
exponentially shining forth.
See forgiveness in her patient hands
as they weave memories with a touch.

See the breadth of her breasts,
unapologetic,
for they have quenched her children’s hunger,
soothed their frantic cries,
and became the safe haven for her beloved.

See her empty, scarred abdomen –
round and perfect in its imperfections,
once holding the essence of all things;
carrying creation within –
see the divine home of God.

See the innocent baby,
the impetuous youth,
the voluptuous woman,
the devoted wife,
the selfless mother.

See the wisdom of the grandmother –
the epitome of every moment lived
for someone else, and the realization 
of the circle.
Hear the acceptance in her sigh.
See the gifts she has given –

see the woman!
See the goddess!
The beginning and the end!
See the infinite that bares the name,
Woman!

See her for all that she is and isn’t.
Smell her scent and know you are home.
Taste the strength of her words on your tongue.
Hear her experiences like your own.
To touch her soul is to touch perpetuity!

See her face in your mirror.

See the tears that fall proudly
upon the woman you’ve become,
and hope yet to become
                          in time;

when you have lived through all that has been 
set before you –
tasted each woman’s tears as if they were your own.
When you enter that perfect union,
timeless ancestry;
when you become,
when you come
full circle;

you will see yourself in all things, 
and your journey, will see you back

home.



*Reposted for Chris's Get Your Rebel On, Contest! This was written with my Beautiful 
Grandmother in mind. She saved my life in more ways than one. love you, Gran. This one's 
for you. (and every woman, and woman lover, here)


Details | Narrative | |

Christmas Miracle in the Ghetto (Co-written with John Moses Freeman)

Peering at the radiating faces of happy families
So much joy emanates from well-to-do children’s sparkling eyes
Wish I could replace the grief, put smiles on the faces of my sons
Without a glimmer of hope even promises of warm meals would be lies

In the brown eyes of my sons, the same eyes their mother, my wife
Sadness the sacrifice, a courageous mother giving life
So great a zest for life she sacrificed to give her sons life
But now greed hath put her seed in peril and my world in strife

No “Help Wanted” signs in the windows of Main Street’s bustling stores
The aroma of fresh bread wafts tauntingly from the bakery
With my hands in pockets, finding not even loose change
Overcome with hunger and jealousy, should I resort to thievery? 

Mind reeling, contemplating abating moral principals
Suddenly appear familiar brown eyes amid face so dear
The image of deceased wife, Spanish born eyes filled with tears
Speaking, "Abe, the Lord is gracious, walk until head is clear"

I follow the light in her warm eyes reflecting in glass windows
They lead me down the road to a park at the end of town
Dressed in ragged clothing, a man sits with a smile of peace
Breathing white puffs in frigid air, this gentle soul sees my frown

The message is plain, as my fears begin to clear
There is a greater depth in a soul of love well kept
The night is far spent; I kissed the hand of this gentle man
He smiled sweetly and said, "Lift up heavy head from dread"
 
I look up to see sun glistening on snow-laden pine boughs
It’s here, Christmas Day, and I’ve left my children alone all night
An ache in my heart compels me to race quickly back through town
Breathlessly, I reach my porch unprepared for a welcome sight
 
Hearing laughter within, I smell, yams, turkey and ham
I open my door, on the floor, presents piled high as well
Laughing with glee, sons kiss me, sparkle of brown eyes I see
Sparkling brown eyes, of Spanish descent, love is evident
 
“From where in the world did all this come,” I ask my sons
“Beautiful lady with Spanish brown eyes, stopped at our door
She said a strange thing, as on the floor our gifts were lain,
‘Tell Abe keep the faith; a mother's love is stronger than the grave.’
Her hugs and kisses, will be greatly missed!  Who was she, Daddy?"


Thank you, Moses, for joining me and guiding me in this write.  Merry Christmas, dear 
friends!


Details | Epic | |

the worm poem

A Certain Kind Of Death 

She was in love 
Their expression of it 
Was the perfection of it 
The way they shared  
Was beyond compare
Today is the culmination 
Of their dedication 
Today she is pregnant 
Overwhelmed overjoyed
Her heart sings 
Then the phone rings 

At the hospital 
Next to her dead husband 
How is the possible 
Why did this happen 
Grief stricken
But not heartbroken 
She still had a piece of him 
She had to be strong 
For their child
Even though he was gone 
She had to march on 

Pain and spot bleeding
Getting ready for birthing 
No rhyme or reason 
For complication 
She took care of her body
Took care of her baby 
Its two months too soon
For the child to leave the womb 
Lacking strength and power 
It only lived an hour 
She could only scream  

No strength to go through the motions
She hasn’t seen family or friends
Trying to find something within
nothing left to give 
No reason to live 
she is dead inside
Her memories fading away
She’s doesn’t want to lose them
Tries to hold on to them 
She racks her brain all day 
Trying to find a way 
To keep them fresh and vibrant 

It came to her at a convenience store
A fisherman was buying some worms
She saw them wiggling 
Saw them moving 
So she bought all they had  
She knew she had gone mad
But she didn’t want to be alone
Lying in her bed 
Longing for the dead 
She put the worms in her womb 
And pretended her baby was alive

Her days where filled with joy 
They where going to have a boy
Her husband would stay home
He could finally feel it kick and move 
His happiness was there only wish
They would love and cherish 
Every moment of everyday 
A happy family 
For everyone to envy 
She wasn’t alone anymore  
She was no longer ripped and torn 

Her evenings were horrifying 
She wasn’t just taking worms out
She was reliving her baby dying 
She never once heard it crying 
Never got to hold it in her arms 
Failed to keep it from harm 
She was useless 
She was helpless
She should have died too 
She should have kept inside her
Even if it had killed her 

She decided one day 
To keep her baby 
Decided not let the doctors take it away
She started to feel some pain 
She decided on a name 
She can barely move now 
She would keep David safe somehow
She’s constantly bleeding and convulsing 
She can feel his life pulsating 
She gave birth before she died 
And David was the only one that cried


Details | Free verse | |

Paranoid love

Tell me that this fear is just paranoia in my mind, 
we're not straining, we're not struggling, 
we're not sinking, we're just fine. 
I'm not perfect my dearest, but damn have I tried, 
and I'll try harder but I know I'll have the same results every time. 
Do you want me all the ways that I am? 
With all the struggles and the tears and the clinging to your hand. 
I fear your getting further and Im left on the shore to stand, 
watching you in the distance with a bullet in my hand. 
Tell me all this worry, its just clutter in my mind, 
tell me not to worry that we're doing just fine. 
Cause Im scared to run you off and I feel Im falling deep. 
And Im so frightened of these thoughts that its getting hard to sleep.
All I know is that the heart wants what it desires, 
because of you the match inside has turned into a fire. 
And I feel the broken glass thats sticking from my skin, 
Wondering if you'll remove the pain or push it back in. 
My hearts frantic wondering if you feel the same, 
pleading and begging for more than just a saying, 
but to feel and to see that im not alone, 
with being in this love thats overwhelming. 
Once I told you that we didnt have a spark, 
but you were lighting up and I was sitting in the dark. 
And this fire, this blaze its wrapped in desire. 
Im terrified to lose you, I think I might die or, 
maybe disappear from all the pieces falling out, 
im going crazy but when i open my mouth, nothing comes out, 
and I cant explain to you why I just need to hold you close, 
why every time you leave Im scared to let you go, 
why these tears are building up behind my eyes, 
all I know is that the heart wants what it desires 
and it desires to be your wife. 
So tell me in my panic, that your words are true, 
tell my my dearest what I mean to you, 
tell me that this paranoia is all within my mind 
we're not struggling, we're not sinking tell me we're just fine


Details | Free verse | |

A New Moon


A chalky moon rises, from still air, drawn on smooth, blue-black paper sky. A New Year's eve like this, seems too calm to be real, to feel nothing but peace; snow covers tree branches like fleece, yet I am warmed by a fire inside, wrapped tight in the starry glow of tomorrow's promise. As this year's memories glide across my heart, all the love flows through me like oxygen, beginning with the purest breath of youthful innocence, me and you, under a diamond-cut crescent moon. Many picturesque nights have come and gone since then - the me and you now we - a family. Somewhere a clock chimes twelve times, when your first kiss of the new year wakes me from my nostalgic dreams, my joy returns to the moment, a new year, new memories, a love more real, more true, than the chalky moon.


Details | Free verse | |

A Lesson on Love to my Future Daugter

It will hurt like a tattoo guns sting
as the ink infiltrates your skin.
Your first love will be like a tattoo on your heart,
buried deep,
always remembering the blessings and pain he gave you.

Be with a person who fills you with fluttering hummingbirds
even after the first and second and tenth kiss
who drinks the nectar of your demons and sucks them lifeless.

There will be men who you think will carry you forever
but after so long of holding
your feet above the water
they will throw you down. 
They will not reach out a hand to pick you back up.
They will turn cheek,
kissless and forgotton.
You will stand with dirt palms
and fall back into his inferno.

There will be loves like this,
who convince you to prick yourself with safety pins,
the ones who carry guns on their backs
but never shoot to protect,
only to hurt.
The ones who drink all the water,
leave you parched in the desert of his mistakes
telling you that they are your own.
The ones who shoot arrows in your lungs
and you lye bleeding 
believing that the color of your blood is true love for him.
The hour hand will spin around the clock
too many times before you leave him.
It will hurt. 
You thought it was true,
but after the death of it
you will realize you deserve someone so much sweeter
than a bitter apple. 

Love the one who doesn’t cheat you blind,
but instead comes to you with truths in his wretched palms
and waits for you to
forgive,
but never gives up and never stops wishing that the past could rewind
that he could change the things wrong that he did to you.

Love the one who feeds your heart warm apple pie,
who cries in front of your children,
who drives them to school and hugs them when they get home.
Be with someone who doesn’t ask for you to change
but instead loves your mistakes
cradles them within his fabric lungs
breathes them in with a grin.

Love is an interesting thing.
You will be thrown out of a moving car to the side of the road.
Some will come running back to you.
Don’t jump back in the front seat,
just run
and run 
and run 
and run
until you find someone who buckles the seat belt for you.
Drives five under the speed limit,
takes things slowly and waits for you to be ready to accelerate.

Daughter,
I am here for you.
Remember me, the one who loved you first,
the one who will never stop loving you.
Come to me after he breaks up with you.
You can cry on my shoulder,
and ill wipe your tears with my sleeve.

Daughter,
Find a love who loves you the way 
that your father and I love you,
the way that your grandmother loves you.
Find a love who already considers you family.
Who meets you
and looks into your ocean eyes
and drowns peacefully into your heart.


Details | Rhyme | |

UNSELFISH LOVE

I was blessed to know a woman in my life
Who faced hard times, struggle, and strife.
A Chinese immigrant, she came from a poor town
Lost her husband, was kept from her daughter, but not kept down.

She had three other children who were born here
Getting them a better life was her biggest fear.
She had to fend for herself and them alone you see,
Speaking little of the language in this foreign country.

But, she had always lived a determined life
So she fought back...with a fork and a knife.
She opened a restaurant in a small community
Where her gracious manner made her friends instantly.

Her children would grow up in town with new friends
The restaurant she opened was the mean to her ends.
She worked very hard...sometimes eighteen hours a day
She never complained because that was her way.

Her life's expectations knew more successes sublime
The restaurant grew...one egg roll at a time.
She once told me of the anxiety she felt at the money she'd spent...
Laughing said, "My uncle said sell 2 qts of Chop Suey/Day...you've got the rent."

She was a woman who chose kindness as she felt had to her been shown
To people far and near her generosity was known.
She was thankful that she had the opportunity
To give back with love rather than animosity.

I first met her over some 30 years back
She struck me from the that moment as a person who had the knack
To make others feel at home though strangers they be
She certainly did, because she did it to me.

I still remember her caring for me...it was shown
Once caught in a blizzard, she opened her home.
So often was there a path to this woman's door
Though she stood, less than 5 foot 4.

Her heart was as big and wonderful as one would want
An earthly angel, she was heaven sent.
Though her health began to wane later in life
She never gave in to that world of strife.

Her eyesight began to fail and it was difficult for her to see
But that didn't stop her or her generosity.
She loved people and filled everyone with cheer
Ever thankful that she had had a life here.

Though she is gone I'll never forget her face
Or her love of life, devotion to family, and unstoppable pace.
To me I'll ever be thankful to have had the joy
Of calling her "Ma" ... ONE IN A MILLION~was Connie Moy!

1st Place Winner - "One in a Million" Poetry Contest


Details | Free verse | |

Interwoven

Place your head on my shoulder,
let it stay there
and we'll just breathe
together
in
...and... out

Inhale positivity,
exhale negativity-

Pluck the sadness from the air,
unravel that ball of worry...
We'll find that knot
that started it all,
untangle it, 
and wave ribbons 
in the air

We'll let those colors swirl
around each other,
we'll blend them...
then weave them

into a tapestry

that comforts us 
in the end

Doesn't matter 
at all
if it turns out
 too short

Our lives
are full of tangles
anyway,
a lot of thread
out there...

So place your hand in mine,
let it stay there,
and we'll weave
together
...in
...and... out...






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Details | Epitaph | |

Forever In My Heart

A million times I've needed you
A million times I've cried
If love alone could have saved you
You never would have died
In life I loved you dearly
In death I love you still
In my heart you hold a place
No one can ever fill
It broke my heart to lose you
But you did not go alone                                            
A part of me went with you
The day GOD called you home
Your precious memory is my keepsake
With which I'll never part
GOD has you safely in HIS keeping
But I have you forever in my heart


Details | Epic | |

My father is a Soldier

My father is a hero.
He stands so tall and proud.
His hands are firm, But gentle.
He stands out in a crowd.
People stop to Thank him.
For Freedom he does fight.
My father is a Soldier.
But he's my Dad at night!


Details | Rhyme | |

O' Middle Child

Oh middle child, dear son of mine
You've always let the others shine
All through the years you stood behind
---I want to say I've noticed you  

Your sister charmed, of course, we knew...
And your brother's gifts were multitude
A quiet child, your words were few
---I want to say I've noticed you

When people cheered, and guitars were played
Your siblings sang upon the stage
You cheered them on and praised their way
---I want to say I've noticed you

With wit and charm, your heart of gold
You melted hearts, with kindness shown
You've been there as a generous friend
---A brother/friend until the end

I love you all, ..of course I do
My children, all, each one of you
My quiet child, you're still the same
---You let the others have the fame

As parents now, all three of you
Your families shine, just like you do
You teach them well and love in ways
---So proud I am, my words can't say

My middle child, I hope you know
You've always been the one to sow
Such love to all you've ever known
---I want to say I've noticed you........


____________________________________________________________________


Details | Tanka | |

LOVE, ANGELS, and MUSIC

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


Details | Limerick | |

Princess Needs A New Car

Princess just wants a new car.
I have told her that hers will go far.
'Oh, it's really not cool
driving this crap to school.'
'Do I need that emotional scar? '

'The kids will all laugh at the rust.
When we race, I'll be left in the dust! 
I will save up some cash
then we'll make a mad dash
to the car dealer surely you trust'.

'He will make us a wonderful deal
and I'm sure you will know how I feel.
I will love you so much, 
My siblings... I won't touch.
Just get me behind a new wheel'! 

Now she'll be cruisin in style.
She'll be happy for only awhile.
There will always be better
and we'll try hard to get her
a car that will make princess smile.


Details | Narrative | |

Birth, in a Quiet Room

“Well,” She asked; her eyes wide. Beads of hot sweat glistening on her brow like miniature 
crystal suns. Her angst was palpable. “What is it!”
     The air was still. There were no words. Just the sound of bodies breathing in – and 
holding.
     “Congratulations.” He held out his arms, handing the mother, her baby, “You have a son.”
     The moment shone like glass in the center of the heavens – pure and eternal.
     It was redemption from every wrong thing she’d ever done. 
     It was the shining eyes of God smiling onto her exhausted face; lighting it with hope.    
     It was the only place there was – the only time, the only space. 
     It was the only feeling that existed. 
     They were the only two incarnate souls in the room; on the planet, and in the universe.
     This was her child –
     her son.
     And she was his mother.

     (there are no words for such things. suddenly, I feel like an intruder. there are too many 
eyes, words and moments here. so it is here, I take my leave; leaving this mother and the 
only soul in her universe to their perfect moment. they will have many more moments in this 
lifetime; but none as sacred, as human, or as eternal as the first look from life to life; 
mother to child; heaven to earth, as the very first. None.)
     
“It’s a boy.” she whispered. Her throat a crumbling tunnel; stunned, but not really. Like 
she’d known it all along. “My baby boy…” She smiled into his ancient, brand-new face; 
tracing his delicate cheek with the back of her finger. “He’s perfect.” 
     She ran her palm along the bottom of his soft, miraculous foot, and laughed. “Look at 
your feet – they’re huge!”
     And as she wiped the tears with the heel of her shaking hand – smearing what was left of 
her mascara - she looked in to his, as close to heaven as one can get, eyes, and said, “Hi.
I’m your mama.” He smiled at her. He knew. He’d known it all along. “And I’ll love you 
forever…”
     The world closed its shades then. Leaving the sacred to its history; the moment to 
eternity; and their universe to its quiet, little room.
     


*Inspired by Deborah's, You Must Have Been A Beautiful Baby, contest; and every mother 
who has graced this sacred room.


Details | Narrative | |

The Rose

Once bloomed a rose so young and fair
With dark brown eyes and long black hair

Beside her be a tall dark tree
Whose branches stretch to smother thee

Too close beside the shadowy bark
That soon begins to leave its mark

She cries for help, but none shall hear
Her thorns too sharp, who’d dare go near?

To save this rose, who’d risk their life?
With naught to gain but pain and strife

Alone, afraid, she lays to rest
Her heart beats low inside her chest

And with the hour growing near
She sheds her final grieving tear

And so the rose soon falls asunder
Her final day, eternal slumber

She lies beside the old dark tree
The only one who mourns for thee


Details | Quatrain | |

The Whispered Song

The warrior lays her weary head, 
With heavy heart she cannot bear, 
Burning tears stream down her face, 
As whispered memories touch the ear.

Her armour tarnished by remorse, 
Her battle-cry a wimpered row, 
Her wounds, of which bleed solitude, 
Will never know forgiveness now.

The song began two score ago, 
When two came knocking at her door, 
In need of refuge from the world, 
Of that, and love, and little more.

Forced to fight for every smile, 
Her only solace found in song, 
She longed for love to rescue her, 
And plant her where she could belong.

Jealous tongues are seldom kind, 
Self-seeking hearts know nought of love, 
The caged canary only sings, 
When coaxed to praise from up above.

For the steely spine that now I own, 
Forever shall I grateful be, 
A gift from her, and from her own. 
Courage mounted inwardly.

I'll not forget how I have loved thee, 
And youthful memories I will prize, 
Til on the shore of His forgiveness, 
Whereto now, we both shall rise.



Details | Rhyme | |

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.


Details | Rhyme | |

Timeless Love

They met at first around sixteen,while they were in their teens.
A young man tall and handsome, a girl with many dreams.
Years later they did meet again this time he was smitten.
It took some time to hook this girl, eventually their history written.

He had a plan to marry her and move her from her home.
She'd have to leave her roots, the only thing she'd known.
Leave her home and family was what she had to do,
The love they shared was eternal even though it 'twas brand new.

This love they shared was a gift,their faith was also strong
They both loved many similar things like fishing, books and song.
Seven children blessed their lives, they started their own tree
So strong this love they shared, became one large family. 

Both worked hard to raise them, devoted to each one,
They shared their love equally to each daughter and each son.
Education and faith were important, practiced with daily prayer
They fed and clothed this family with love and tremendous care

Each child was very different and different paths they took.
Educators, artists, builders, Lawyers and even cooks.
Each child found their partners, some added children to each branch.
All love music, all loved to read, a few even like to dance.

Their children had more children and the two were greatly blessed,
With lovely grandchildren with many traits that both these two possessed
What remained from the love they shared twas passed down through the line
A love this strong must be shared and it surpassed all time

Four generations have now developed from these two whose love began
So many years before when both had shared a plan.
Each twig shares a piece and resembles one or the other
For this love story that's been described was about a Father and Mother

I'd love to say they share a life together here today
But God had different plans in mind, for one he took away
The void he left was devastating to everyone you see
Hardest on the one for which he shared atop the tree

The plan these two created at the time they were entwined
Continues on by one so strong , who giveth all of her time
To the tree these two created which grows branches to this day
The love created by these two shall never go


Details | Ballad | |

A message from Emilly

A message from Emilly
By Angelo Casiano


A message from above to those of you I love.
I love you more than you’ll ever know,
Even more now that I’m gone.
And my love for you will grow and grow,
Like the chorus to a song.
I had to leave much sooner than
 I thought, I must admit.
But you know mom, until I’m done,
 I’m never gonna quit. 
I left behind some parts of me,
 I have so much to give.
Because of you I’m strong enough,
 to help some others live.
So Daddy when you think of me,
While you watch the Phillies play. 
I’ll be sitting next to you. I’ll be with you every day.
 You’ve given me the best of you.
And now I’m giving back.
I will love you for eternity. No matter were I’m at.


Details | Quatrain | |

Cup of Love

It is a family tradition 
Passed from year to year
That we spend together 
And celebrate with cheer

As the first snowflakes fall
We hear mama’s voice call
"It’s time for hot cocoa;
Come one and come all"

She asks nothing in return
Just quality time to share
Making each cup special
To show how much she cares

Now anxiously we wait
When leaves begin to fall
That cup of love to come
With winters first snowfall


Copyright © 2009 Lena “Lolita” Townsend


Details | Free verse | |

The Embrace of this Child

There is no hint, that this child of three
Could ever comprehend..
With his unknowing, smiling face,
With that cowlick in his hair, freckles here and there 
Who takes the air from my lungs with a glance
Skin glistening, pink and rosy from the sun,
As he comes bounding through the door,
Mud on his small shoes and face
Without an inkling or a trace..
Of any clue of the pace 
Of my heart beat,... how it swells
The way that my arms would wrap around 
His small body so tightly, that he would gasp.
This well of love that I feel....

    But of course, I don't squeeze so tightly.
      I must hold my love for him
        With more restraint,
          Keep my arms encircled in a more gentle embrace,
             For he wouldn't understand how much love
                His sweet presence stirs up the air I breathe
                   This child, this precious son of my daughter
                      Will never know the joy
                          He has brought into my life






............................................................................................................


Details | Couplet | |

The Dog Days of Summer

We let down the top to soak in the sun
Now that the harshness of winter is done

As you let back the seat and put your feet on the dash
Saying, “keep your eyes on the road I don’t want to crash”

I truly must admit that I’m torn completely in two 
The coast has its beauty, then again so do you

As the beauty of the Sun is absorbed by your skin
Like a kid at the candy store I simply want to dig in

If life is a candy store sweetheart you are the treat
All the other candy I tasted, never tasted so sweet

The reason I love summer is because of the heat
The skimpier the bikini, the greater the treat 

I can’t begin to express how wonderful you are
Saying, “hey take a look at her I’ll steer the car”

At first I truly had no idea what I should say?
Though now it’s, “ok sweetheart, have it your way”

I think that is because you know these words are true
I may take look at her but I shall forever belong to you

Summer is a time that is as bright as the sun
Out goes the cold as it’s replaced by the fun

We have our barbecues and sit under the stars
Let down the tops and go for rides in our cars

Go tend to our gardens in farmer John clothes
Truly amazed at how fast everything grows

Go hang out at the river as well as the lake
Cover ourselves in oil than let our skin bake

Embrace the moments because these words are true
The days last much longer and the sky is so blue

The dog days of summer I reckon that’s so
We bark and howl at folk we don’t even know

If life is banquet then summer is the feast
I think we should gobble it up, to say the least


Written for john's Summer contest.


Details | Rhyme | |

What We Had Was Only a Tale

Here’s to a love that never existed!
And to the departing you insisted,
Let me give in to all I’ve resisted
It is true through our frivolous trail
Our lives were but a tale;
Though if I hadn’t thought of it
Pure hearts indefinite,
Not mattering even then,
Would I ever believe again?
We never win, we never fail
For what we had was only a tale

I’m lost within a dream never dreamt
Inside a slumber never slept,
And I caress the intricate design
Of the world I can never find
How vast! Yet still it is dying
Fading into the nadirs’ binding
As I fill the world with crying—always crying! 
Oh world! Can I ever bring myself to hold 
The warm nothing growing cold? 
Oh world! Can I not take away
The love I gave with my will today?
We never win, we never fail
For what we had was only a tale 


Details | I do not know? | |

My Dear Son

MY DEAR SON

Listen to my advice my dear,
 Its not safe at all out there.
Drugs and crimes are all in the air,
Don't think of them even when life's not fair.
 
Don't be a bully preying on the weak,
Help them get back up on their feet,
Give the needy what you can,
And support your family while you can.
 
This life you see my dear,does not last that long
Look at me sleeping here,cant even say hello
My legs are weak,my heart is torn
Can't even hold you,my beautiful boy.
 
Fame and money mean nothing my dear,
when you have plenty but still can't get over your fears,
Don't feel superior cause of material things
Cause in the end you'll leave with nothing.
 
I pray that you live a life free of lies,
And may God bless you with a patient wife,
Treat her like she is one of a kind,
and may you forever lead a happy life.


Details | Sonnet | |

Morning Dew Glistens in Anticipation

Morning Dew Glistens in Anticipation

Glistening of gentle morning dew
soft breeze flowing sweetly along
Thoughts again of life and you
melodies that play a mental song

Trees wrapping this beautiful morn
joyful thoughts now so newly born
Sky filters down its sunlit rays
birds chirp all about on such days

My joy lost has now been found
as the natural world spins  around
Life takes on a sheen of the new
Again my happy thoughts turn to you

Our lives joined, paths forever hold
this deep love that makes us both so bold! 

Robert J. Lindley  09-24-2014

note: Took a Nature hike today. Saw God's beauty all around. 
Very soon I found myself thinking ,yes, that my life came around 
when my wife married me. As if a Spring shower had soothed the 
parched ground. Giving nourishment for the seeds of bliss
to sprout on up and grow.
God, Nature's glow, my wife's love and beauty , our son's 
smiles today made this world turn from bleak and cold to
sunshine and a slice Of heaven. Thank God for Nature's 
beauty and its sweet inspirations.
My brother-in-law David was sent home to die tonight. They can do no more , the cancer will end his life, most likely in the next few days...
I couldn't go there tonight. The helpless feeling slays me so!
I hope to have the courage to go tomorrow morn...


Details | Narrative | |

Evacuation and Loss

The night shone for the full moon,
Sky brewing a coarse monsoon,
Bolted were windows, locked were doors,
The frequency of death frighteningly soared.
But who was this infant high upon the hill?
He denied the storm and just stood stone still,
Eyes shut like blinds and fingers dug into ground,
Felt he could move no muscle, for was sadly street bound.
Shutting his eyes, arms wrapped tight round
His skinny body, battered and browned
Praying for the sake of friends, family and all
However imaginary, he imagined them call
 “Boy, come to us we love you most”
“Our love for you is bigger than the Canadian coast”
“Do not cry, remember our love”
Joining their gaze in the beyond above,
He softly mumbled a song to forget,
The once daily song that was always a duet,
Alone on that hill without any feel,
Of an afterlife he finally accepted, wasn’t real
Tears met the floor, now bathed in yellow light,
As lightning struck him too quick to fright,
Child lay on the floor, dismembered and black,
Though his mouth was smiling and his happiness had come back,
As re-joined with family, head held high, 
He waved his tortured existence goodbye.
Hugging his mum and his dad the same,
Somehow put an end to the incessant rain,
The natives emerged from their homes, safe and sound,
The boy crying for happiness at the new life he had found.
Soul peering at his body, dead at age eleven,
Holding family’s hands they could finally pass on and join heaven. 
The touch of their skin brought old emotion,
 Parents who were torn betwixt war and devotion,
A child whom they gave their best shot,
By train to board and bomb to not.
The grave of the boy with the electric crown,
Who carried a burden he couldn’t live down,
Stood proud in the yard of cobbles and stones,
For everyone knew those were a heroes bones,
When you look into the sky on a stormy night,
Remind yourself of the boy’s plight.
As he is the clouds that damper weather,
Out to protect his town, children altogether,
He wanted a life for them around,
That didn’t consist of being mentally wound,
A life that he could never possess,
But he did not bathe in spiralling depress.
Life is sacred, upon that hill,
Those cobbles and stones bring great goodwill,
For the sun only shines on that grassy land,
Still holding marks of the boy’s humble hand,
Some say that the yearly rain,
Is him up above, the tears of a chain.
The chain of the tears shed on that night,
Of the fear and happiness’ conventional recite,
Up above, being tucked under the covers,
Is a little boy with an injury he recovers,
Mother kisses his head and says her goodnight,
Father over bed, comforting a nightmare fright.
Drifting off, the boy could hear,
A little rhyme to calm his fear,
“Boy, come to us we love you most”
“Our love for you is bigger than the Canadian coast”
“Do not cry remember our love-“
The young man rose slowly in his bed,
Opened his eyes and smiled as he said
“I’m here”


Details | Cinqku | |

Sequence



 Foster
 family
 festivities 
 making each holiday
 special.
 
 Our gifts 
 shall vanish 
 but fostered love
 will bind us together 
 as one.



Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
11.09.2014
Dr. Mehta’s Contest 
Cinqku
1st


Details | Elegy | |

I Remember

I remember all the nights we use to play, 
but now I can't play anymore because your not here today.
Your here in my heart and that will never fade away.
Sometimes I would be a hard-headed child,
but in your eyes you saw an angle smile. 

I love you like God love the family, unconditionally.
I remember your brown eyes, gray hair, for you were wise.
I also remember when you had to leave, so your soul could be free.
See, I'm older; more mature, and understand what's going
on, but back then I was only four.

I still remember that day like it was yesterday. 
Well, you were buried that day and everyone had a sad face. 
I remember that day very well indeed, as I looked at you 
and pleaded that you wouldn't leave me. 
Now you’re gone and I have to be strong for both 
of us, so our love can live through people who love us.


Details | Rhyme | |

Sweet Time, Give Me More

Sweet Time, Give Me More



Sad rain fell like hard and raw mental pain
  as great doubts showered my soul
on it's quest to youthfully love , live again

Deep within the fight still shifts and wages
  little battles fought with tiny jabs
of reminding pains as my body quickly ages

Love does it's best to lessen such slashes
  as battles renew each newborn day
in glory's sunrise as sweet time still passes!!!


Robert Lindley, 06-08-2014

Sweeter the life the more dreaded the coming ending,
  fading shadows and low whispers remind me 
 never can cheat death, so stop so foolishly pretending!


Details | Verse | |

Don't Let Right Become Wrong

 

She is always right and he is never wrong,
Neither willing to concede and the anger rolls right along.
Finding each others faults as they fuel this awful flame,
Both claiming victory when neither will accept the blame.

With clinched jaws and fingers pointing,
Their words so damning, so hurtful, and so taunting.
Then it reaches its fiery crescendo,
Then neither one knows what to do or how to let go.

What had happened, it wasn’t always like this,
They used to hold hands and share a frequent kiss.
Then something bad happened, almost overnight,
Seems now they cannot speak to each other without it turning into a fight.

Little things started escalating and devouring their heart,
With no common grounds for reasoning maybe it would be best if they should part.
She said I’ll take our children and go stay for awhile with mom and dad,
Then it finally hit him he was about to lose the best thing he ever had.

It finally happened like someone turned on a light,
He said I’ve been a fool and I never again want us to fight.
He said I had a vision of living in this cold dark and lonely home alone.
And I didn’t like the picture, you’re the only love I’ve ever known.

Now they both got refocused and once more it is a home filled with love,
And now neither will let a push become a shove.


Details | Rhyme | |

If Loving You Were Easy

If loving you were easy
I'd love you like I should.
I've opened up my heart to you
and tried as best I could.
I don't expect reassurance.
I know some think I'm cold.
I needed your love when I was young.
But now I'm just too old.
I've lived without your guidance.
I've lived without your hugs.
I'm sure you don't remember
a time without your drugs.
You chose the life you're living.
I wished you all the best.
Now it's time to say goodbye
and lay this thing to rest.
If loving you were easy,
I'd love you like I should.
I've opened up my heart to you
and tried as best I could.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Rare Moment

The Rare Moment



Sitting here enjoying the hard cascading rain
streams pouring down the very clear window pane

Thoughts streaming around the light in my head
still groggy a bit from a late rise from my bed

Awaiting the hot coffee that will singe my brain
like that sweet victory over hurt, a precious pain

Sitting here enjoying this most precious morn
so very happily pleased my wonderful son was born!

Robert J. Lindley, 06-28-2014

Don't you just love it when life says, " hey life is good,
 enjoy your gifts and give thanks" ?
When that happens so often we just soak in the moment but 
this time I interrupted mine to offer a short write....


Details | Rhyme | |

As We Cry In The Darkness

As We Cry In The Darkness



We cry in the darkness, the echoes cast
a shadow on the things that never last
Tears eat into our souls, our hearts wept
dreams brought sadness even as we slept

The Hand of Fate, O' what great mystery
death and destruction mankind's history
Lost in blackness that covers man's all
our screams echo back on us as we fall

Light, if allowed will pierce this gloom
we should not race blindly to our doom
Purpose of life can be harness for good
yield not to the plea of, if only I could

Raise sails to set ship onto a new trail
a journey that races ever away from hell
Faith embraced sends wind that so bless
Demand true love, never settle for less!

Robert J. Lindley, 09-06-2014

note: The blind see only darkness ahead.
Once eyes are opened we see light of truth
We find true love is purpose of life instead.


Details | I do not know? | |

Questions for Dad

How do you do it...
   arrested again.
Paroled for awhile
   then back to the pen.
We know you don't mean it.
   We know that you care.
But when will you show it?
   When and where?
As much as we love you
   our hate runs that strong.
Why can't you stay with us?
   What are we doing wrong?
Are your friends to blame?
   Did they help cause this bust?
What should we feel?
   Who do we trust?
Who do we love?
    Who should we hate?
Why do you burden us
    with all your stuff
       on our plate?
It's too much to handle,
     we're too young to deal.
With the heartache we have,
     with the pain that we feel.

Your our Daddy, our idol,
     our mentor for sure.
Our anger, our hope,
     we need you here more.
Your smile, our tears
     your our happiness found.
Our twinkle, our fears,
     the reason we frown.
You want us to love you
     you want us to care
But Daddy, how can we...
     when your never there!


Details | Free verse | |

Its Raining...

                          Its Raining…

God’s Cleansing Tool
Cloud-Concerto… How Cool !
Plop-Plop Plopping into Pothole Pools
On the Grass, Pavements and On My Own-Sweet- Fools…

who, don’t have Sense enough, to get out of the Rain…
… I think I’ll go Join Them… Again

                               Amen


Details | I do not know? | |

Victim

I never wanted it to be this way, I never wanted to feel the pain. Bruises all over me. 
Invisible but I can see them.

You hurt me everywhere. My heart is shattered and the blood has frozen. But I won't be 
your victim.

Stare at me like this all you want. Try and hurt me with your words just as long as you 
don't use fists.

I don't ever want to be your victim. I refuse to be one of those few girls who end up 
losing their whole world.

Love isn't supposed to hurt, but maybe I was just naive because the moment I loved you my 
heart never stopped bleeding. 

I won't be your victim, I won't run away. If you have something to say I won't avoid it. 
I'm not scared I can take whatever you try to throw.

Don't hold back I promise you I will not cry. The moon is shining just like all the 
diamonds that you called pretend love I can't even imagine why I fell so hard.

It's never clear until the glass of water is gone. But now that you've gulped me to the 
last I want you to know I won't be your victim.

I kissed vulnerability goodbye the very last time I cried over you and I won't be your 
victim your not even worth it.

If you feel like you must shove a door in my butt but don't make me afraid because I 
don't want to be I don't want to be your victim. 

Let go of my hand so I can peacefully drive away if you want me to I can drive over you 
as well. But don't make it seem like i'm causing you pain because it's obvious to see 
that I've been a victim and it's a shame.

But I don't want to be it anymore then you so just let me go and I won't have to run. I 
promised you forever I laugh at this now you were never eternity love in my mind.

 I kept counting until the madness in ourselves would corrupt. Tears flash down my eyes 
as I speed down the lanes. Two bottles of Gin and I think i'm going insane.

It wasn't until I crashed into a tree that I realized I was never your victim I was 
merely your suicide mission. 


Details | Lyric | |

My Man

There was a time I had
Give up on men,
I prayed oh lord I’ll
Wait on the man you send

In ’93 God sent me the
Man of my dreams
His heart was made of gold

He fell in love with my child
And we had our ups and downs
But kept us together any how

In ’94 we where married
In ’95 I bared our son
That wasn’t a lot of fun

Since then time flew by
And God kept him in my life
Our love is stronger than it ever was

Just know you are the half
That makes me whole and
I will love no matter where 
You go

Dedicated to my hubby,
Whose in Iraq serving his country


                                                        Angela Lee


Details | I do not know? | |

Listen to Her Cry

How can you not understand?
How much I need you in my life.
If only you could be my friend
And listen to me when I cry.
A girl needs her father’s love
To be willingly; not forced.
When she trembles inside out
She really needs to hear your voice.
Not only setting certain rules.
Or telling her what not to do
But also in a quiet time.
Just telling her she’s really fine.
Don’t talk to her about mistakes.
She won’t forget them anyway.
Just tell her it’ll be okay
And listen to her when she cries.
She really needs her dad tonight
To be at home; to hold her tight.


Details | Free verse | |

Found Love

When first I came to know this world, my eyes were young and hurt,
And O're the years I came to know, the expression in my heart,
I fought my way through love and pain, through heart break, and much worse,
Until one day I found a man, who could love me at my best and worst,
He would drive me to the point of insane, yet bring me back to laughing tears,
He could make my eyes weep in shame, yet hold me close and i would heal,
18 years, it took to know that I would never leave his side,
For when I was born I knew this man; Inside my soul, the knowledge survived,
I found him after 16 years, And knew I loved when i reached 17,
Now the age of womanhood is apon me, and if asked Ill respond,
it is his wife I shall gladly be,
Sweet eyes so young, but aged too,
my love today, I explain to you.


Details | Free verse | |

Immortalized

In an effort to immortalize you,
I gilded ocean size frames in gold leaf
and painted your portrait with peacock feathers dipped in oils.
I spelled out your name in bumble bee wings
still quite attached to tame bumble bees
hovering in obedience and formation in the sky
I built a piano from felled red wood trees
and carved your likeness on each key
which I then filled up with ebony and abalone polish
I traveled to Old Russia to the Crimean forest
and pulled every wildflower up by it's roots
and replanted them just for you, on the cliffs, overlooking the Black Sea.
I tamed a black leopard and rode on her back
'round the world, with a banner, a list of your accomplishments
flowing in silk for miles behind me, past onlookers reading your life.
I sang gypsy music, as a siren on the wind
while I wept and flooded each street with the depth
of one tenth of the emotion you harnessed and kept at bay in your infinite quiet.
I started with one person, your granddaughter, with your blue eyes
her sitting on my lap, looking at me with a maturity past 3 years of age,
and imprinted every memory of you in the air, for her to grab.

You are not immortalized in portraits, or wings, or notes.
You are not immortalized in flowers, or banners or sirens.

You are immortalized, forever remaining, in the humble prayers of this innocent child.


Details | Shape | |

My Sister

My sister Sharon is getting marry and I’m a brides maid I said can I say a speech but she said nay My sister is a lovely girl even if I say so my self and I like her faunas he’s got fine health So there’s my speech I love you sis and I hope you like this


Details | Marsiya | |

I'm my Daddy Made Over

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


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

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

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

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

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


Sabrina Niday Hansel



Details | Free verse | |

A mother's treasures

A solitary piece the diamond
precious rare gem most treasured
by those lucky enough to hold
Once in possession it is rarely out of grasp
Like the gemstone the mother 
requires very specific conditions
in holding fast her (family/) childrens love
Treasured forever in her heart
she will go out of her way
to preen and protect them
holding them dear to her
deep within her maternal safe – the heart
closely guarded by the mind
Her infatuation of all treasures to her 
are totally understandable
especially when you think to the complexity
of structure and process taken in creation
Just as from the ‘unbreakable’ in ancient greek
this alletrope of carbon
with strength of bonding between atoms
is representative of that strong love
between mum and child
The maternal being could be compared
to the superlative physical qualities of the stone
Even the characteristic luster
of this gem so prevaient from its ability
to disperse light and colour
compared to the many strengths, roles and qualities
of the mother
seen by the many she deals with daily
A most high pressured job 
versus the high pressured temperature
within the Earths mantle
that forms the delightful rock it gives birth to
Infants delight and ignite the forbearer
just as the jewel would dazzle the room
a mother’s love encaptures the magical luster
of those she’s birthed and nothing
stands inbetween this richest of cargo’s


Details | Epic | |

Pledge of love and loyalty

This pledge that l,Ntando, make today serves
as my guideline that I shall follow
happily, ungrudgingly and tirelessly
for the sake of our love life.
Indeed l am well aware of the fact that
the beauty of this pledge does not only lie
in word alone but in action as well.

For that reason in every season
I shall show steadfast commitment
to the implementation of this pledge
with a great deal of astuteness.
I therefore commit myself to be your
devoted and delivering husband for
all the years l shall live with you
on this earth.

I shall treat you with the love and care
you deserve as my wife.
Indeed l shall treat you with
the distinction and dignity
that is befitting of the queen of my heart.
That body, that bone, that breath
shall be my mine to treasure,
for sure;
a dearness to promote and protect
for dear life…and love!
I shall stand by and with you in all the
situations of our life.
If the situation demands that we sail,
sail we shall together.
If the situation demands that we
climb,
climb we shall together.

I know very well what l am getting into:
I am getting into a marriage that is
overflowing with blessings.
This marriage- with our mutual
commitment-
will stand the test of time.
I know very well what I am getting into:
I am getting into a relationship that
brims over with a transforming power
of love.

This marriage-with our
mutual commitment –
will transform naivety into maturity
troubles into challenges
pretence into practice
pride into progress
bachelorship into companionship.
I pledge to be your steward and partner
for all times.

I shall value the consultations
and decisions that we make as
husband and wife.
As head of the family I shall do nothing

 

to derail our love train for anything else
least of all for personal and selfish reasons.
Now and forever

I am your lawful and loving husband…
This pledge that l, Nothando, make today serves
as my guideline that I shall follow
happily, ungrudgingly and tirelessly
for the sake of our love life.
Indeed I am well aware of the fact that
the beauty of this pledge does not only
lie in pronouncements but in practice
as well.

For this reason every season
I shall demonstrate untiring love
and loyalty to you;
a love and a loyalty that is a living
embodiment of our marriage vows.
I therefore commit myself to be your
honouring, supportive and loving wife
for all the years l shall live with you.
I shall treat you with the love and care
that you deserve as my husband.
Indeed I shall treat you with
the dignity and nobility that is befitting
of the king of my heart.
On my mind it is always fresh
that I am the flesh of your flesh.
Green or grown

I am the bone of your bone.
I know very well what I am getting into:
I am getting into a relationship that
elevates me into a kingdom of wifehood.
I shall endevour to put my family first
with all the rights, obligations
and privileges that come with wifehood.
I shall endevour to wipe off and ward off
loneliness and lostness from our relationship,
seeking nothing but your companionship;
banking on your stewardship,
sinking together any hardship.
Since you are mine
I shall not do anything else to undermine
our relationship for personal
or egotistical
reasons.
Now and forever
I am your lawful and loving wife…


Details | Carpe Diem | |

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. 


Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | Elegy | |

I Need Your Help Daddy

I’m tired
I’m Physically and Emotionally tired
I don’t want to be the strong one anymore
I can’t this time
I don’t know what to do Daddy
I need your help down here

I can’t get back in control of my emotions 
I’m having a hard time dealing with your absence
I’m having a hard time standing by myself
I need your help Daddy

I’m broken and lost without you Daddy
I need your will to want to carry on
I need your strength to over come this
I need your strength to stay standing
Your courage to fight back again
I need your help 

Please Daddy I’m at a loss
How am I suppose to do this
I need your guidance 
I need you to guide me back
To whom I was before
I need your help Daddy
I need your help







Details | Rhyme | |

Silently She Weeps

Every day she comes to visit her,
lifts the spoon to her thin lips.
Quietly she sleeps, silently she weeps.
Life arrested in its waning grip.

Every day she comes with hope
that something in her changes.
Silently she weeps, quietly she sleeps
The memories time rearranges.

Every day she comes and wonders,
will she wake today and speak?
Quietly she sleeps, silently she weeps
An imprisoned mind in body weak.

Every day she comes and touches
the woman like no other.
Silently she weeps, quietly she sleeps.
Maternal daughter, loving mother.

1/1/2013


Details | Sestina | |

MIRACLE AT DAWN

No mother would fill up her eyes with tears of woman...
if it weren't for God performing a miracle at dawn,
as she cried out in joy and held her baby in trembling arms
but shed many sweet tears hearing his laughter so loud;
oh, he couldn't see her mommy's face through his tiny eyes,
and it will be long before he'll will utter the first word, " Mom." 

Now that baby sleeps under the attentive look of his mom,
who's too young to become a mature woman;
many visions of this birth crossed her gleeful eyes
she dreamed of the very same words whispered at each dawn,
repeating them in her silly head as if they sounded too loud...
while cradling a pretty doll in her folded arms.

Will she be welcomed home by her parents opening their arms?
Will they reprimand her and not consider her a legal mom?
Perhaps they will not be angry and speak not so loud:
girls are supposed to be girls, not suddenly turn into woman...
So this innocent girl, deceived by a bad boy, must wake up at dawn
when her baby cries and feed him with scary, childish eyes?

Nights seem longer for her, trying to stay awake rubbing her eyes,
what she beheld in those exciting eyes, now it's a burden in her weary arms;
she remembers that pain was too unbearable, but joy more sublime at dawn...
how will she learn how to care for the infant by watching her mom?
She must have seen a nursery or read a book how to think like a real woman,
and can anyone imagine how she keeps that secret instead of revealing it loud?

She must gather enough courage inside to feed her baby who can't cry loud,
but for now she must carry that baby without sighs of distress into her bright eyes;
and her parents can see the changes making her a loving person already woman;
they may ask questions to why she has gained weight and holds dolls in her arms...
no, they aren't anticipating great news and in doubt, they await a splendid dawn.

Mother and daughter closely together amazed by the coming dawn,
any concealed secret can be easily spoken...somewhat joyful and loud;
they imagine the infant's futures will be part of grandma and mom!
Their reunited hearts come together to show love in their delighted eyes,
and they'll take turns feeding the new-born, tenderly lulling him in their arms;
what if forgiveness hadn't been there to deny her all of the joys of woman?

Would a mother deny her daughter compassion as a good woman?
Even God hurried dawn to offer that gift into her gracious, tender arms...
and those arms accepted it with the gentleness and kindness of mom.




Details | Free verse | |

Soul of a Daughter, Life of a Stranger


Yesterday when I stood before him, he spoke my name
Today, I still stand, but the floorboards are cold
and he no longer knows the color of my eyes. 

With each spoonful of the steaming grey I lift my arms,
Up, then down, again and again, a repeated motion – weeping,
My arms are trembling with the weight of the spoon
that holds in its cupped womb my raw, injured soul.

Father, I say, in a voice cold from straining not to break 
I prod away the soup dribbling down his chin, gently.
The wrinkled hands are limp at his sides, lost.

What should be mad and free is caged within me; fluttering
feebly, thumping about in a circle of broken pieces
The look in his blank eyes has labeled me a stranger
But when they are closed my name is written on his face.


Details | Dodoitsu | |

White Wedding

Confetti flutters the sky
A bride dressed in pearly white
Footprints pave bright virgin snow
Steps to her future


Details | Rhyme | |

Mother

A banyan tree that shields from tropical summer sun 
A symbol of selfless love and sacrifice 
A preserver of values that modernism has shun 
No praise is enough, no gratitude suffice 

Her love for her children is like blossom of springs 
An angel she appears, a fairy she seems 
It’s a symphony for ears, the lullaby she sings 
The lullaby that drifts you in the valley of dreams

A teacher, a guide, a philosopher, a friend 
An architect, a builder of beauty and grace 
A garden of roses that fragrance send 
Serenity of a lake where ducklings race

She suckles her babies with white blood of breasts 
The hearts yearn for her bosom’s paradise 
She strains every nerve, sacrifices her rests 
Burning midnight oil with sleepy eyes

The special mothers that God has blessed 
Maryam, Khadija, Fatema and Asiya 
Women par excellence, mothers at best 
Whether in Africa, Asia or the West 

Mothers are an oasis in the desert of life 
Their love and passion isn’t for display 
Chained to the oar in your perils and strife 
A shower of rain on a hot summer day 
                           ***
(Dedicated to my mother Begum Najmunnesa, who  left me  alone in this world        at the age of twelve and all the mothers whatever caste, creed, colour, religion     and nationality they are. I salute them all)           
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Details | Epitaph | |

My Father

I miss you dad every single day
The wonderful Times I remember 
Are the times we spent together going 
To dinner and church
The times I will cherish always on this earth
Your gentle ways and smiles and hugs
Made Life worthwhile for this is true
Forever you are missed in my heart and soul
But the forever is Heaven and you are there basking
In the Light of the Lord
I miss you dad and loved you so much 
But eternity is yours to no longer hurt
Cancer is what took you far too soon
I am always remembering your hugs and 
I loved you so much too.
Eternity is there for you now and forever
Remember I love you and Kisses from here
to you in the forever they call Heaven from earth


Details | Villanelle | |

Bliss State

When fate decides to bring you love.. smile..
for fickle fate oft omits the finer things,
bless the ground, stay enamored, yet, awhile.

Love, ah love, it is beauty without guile
and when gifted so your hearts will take to wings.
When fate decides to bring you love.. smile...

There is no emotion more versatile 
bringing happiness to squires and King's
bless the ground, stay enamored, yet, awhile.

See the faultless features which beguile
and join your woven fingers with a ring.
When fate decides to bring you love.. smile..

You found a pairing more than mercantile
to such joy may your two hearts ever cling
bless the ground, stay enamored, yet, awhile.

To Bride and Groom a toast to love nubile
and all the bliss that loving lips can bring.
When fate decides to bring you love.. smile..
bless the ground, stay enamored, yet, awhile.


Details | Lyric | |

To My Angel Mother

I count my blessings everyday to have a mom like you.
You’ve always been there come what may, to lift my mood when blue.
You say that God sent me down as an angel just for you,
But really God let me choose, I swear to you that’s true.
I saw that we could always be there for one another,
And that’s why God sent me down I chose you for my mother.

I am the woman I am today because you raised me so,
You taught me well and helped me grow, and then you let me go.
You are my mother first of all, but now you’re my friend too.
I never strayed all that far, I like to stay close to you.

Our relationship is a special one I’m sure you would agree.
When I am needed I shall come, you can always count on me.
I know that you feel the same, I am always welcome home.
A warm embrace, a happy face no matter where I roam.

You mean so very much to me, you know that it is true.
I’d walk the very fires of hell, if that’s what I had to do,
To stay the ever loving daughter, and be best friends with you.


Details | Acrostic | |

Cheater Acrostic

C heating can ruin a
H appy marriage
E specially when there is
A lienation of affection
T hat deals with someone’s
E motions and can
R uin your love forever.


Details | Ekphrasis (Ecphrasis) | |

Black Sunday {Personification in Couplet form}

I was as high as the eyes could see
A giant dark cloud of pure misery

I seemed to roll as one with the wind
A giant black wall that had no end

I stripped the land and left it bare
Of the lives I destroyed, I didn’t care

Those who stayed I covered in dust
As their children died I broke their trust

From my hell many families did flee
Left to wander homeless in misery

I changed the word these words are true 
Black Sunday brought darkness on you


I didn't see any direct link but just goggle
pictures of the dust bowl and you will see
what i have written for Brian's Contest.
The Dust Bowl - Alexandre Hogue - 1937


Details | Light Poetry | |

Retired Romance 1st of sequence- " IKE " and Jane "

...Now I ain't without notoriety,
Fact is.. I'm an old stalker with a walker.
She was big in the Purple Hat Society
and broke her hip,...while playing soccer.

When I met her, she was on the mend,
and she knew.. what I was after...
and I said I'd catch her when I can,
She said to push that walker a lil' faster.

She had her a "lectric wheel chair,
I just had my old walker and me,
she was pretty fast for a blue hair...
"till I crashed into her I.V. tree...

Well, they fitted my leg with plaster,
and I kinda forgot what I was after...
"till one day,
she wheeled in to see me,
Yep.  Said she'd come ta free me!

Now we sit together,
cozy up and talk about the weather.
We compare wrinkled tatoos,
and guess what they are,
we may share a shot of booze,
we don't go too awful far...

We keep our orthepedic shoes
under the same bed,
and I retired as a walker stalker,
meals on wheels keeps us fed
and we keep our teeth...
in the very same locker.

("Nite Nite, Darlin.")


                                            Composed and Written by-
                                                   Robert A. Dufresne


Details | Rhyme | |

ANGELus

Angelus wasn't anyone special. Some might say that he was a loser.

He did more than his share of chasing women 

and townsfolk say that he was very much the boozer,

but beneath all of his irresponsibility stood a champion the purest of heart.

The Good was always within him. It just never seemed to get a good start.

Angelus was abused by his father. Conflicts arose between the two quite often.

His father saw his son as a family disgrace 

and wouldn't hesitate to get the whip and beat him.

"Why does my father hate me so? Families should love you no matter what.

How can I give my family what they desire 

when it's simply something that I just haven't got?"

Thoughts like this would haunt Angelus daily, leaving him in a very confused place to be.

"I love them! I hate them!" Angelus would cry. "I hate them for not loving me."

One evening he was drowning his sorrows. Suddenly this vision of loveliness appeared.

The vixen Darla then said as she ran her fingers through his hair,

"Such beautiful eyes should not be so filled with tears.

I too never knew the love of a family. I roamed this world living my life as a whore,

searching for the love of family in the arms of strangers 

who cared less after they had used me once more.

I can only imagine the pain that you suffer. 

I never knew my family and perhaps it's just as well,

because seeing you here now with your family and a family that doesn't love you

is so obviously a more painful and tormenting hell.

You've two choices before you Angelus my sweet.

End your life now and free yourself from this torment

or spend forever with me and together we'll seek life's bittersweet but eternal enjoyment.

If death isn't your choice then the answer is clear.

Say the words and I'll deliver you from all of this.

Close your eyes, say the words, you have nothing to fear.

Let me give you my eternal kiss."

He gazed upon her and thought to himself, "This one truly must be my salvation."

"I choose you," he then said as he closed his eyes

and so began Angelus's damnation.

She sunk her fangs deep in his throat and fed on his blood.

All of his Good, all of his Soul all disappear.

Angelus was reborn the most evil of evil.

He was the vampire all vampires would fear.

Angelus's Revenge >
http://www.poetrysoup.com/poems_poets/poem_detail.aspx?ID=190796


Details | Personification | |

when

if i wanted to kiss you
would you stand still
if i wanted to be with you
could we both time kill
if i held your hand
would you understand
or carress your cheek
would you be meek
if i whispered in your ear
would you hear
if i look into your eyes 
would they lie
and tell me something else
that my heart is saying
if i wanted to love you
with all my heart
would that be smart
if i made you my reason to live
would it be worth everything i give
and if i said i love you
would you hold those words above you
forsaking all others as the preacher said
being mine and to no others lead
then my heart belongs to you
remember, to no other will i be true
with this poem i make this pact 
and with my hopes i hope you act
fill in all the love that i lack
and as for doubts
we could fill up the cracks


Details | Free verse | |

A Beautiful Reverie

Here I lie beside you
My heart goes thump.thump.thump.
My soul dances inside you
Reveling in the texture of your own.
Electric and flowing 
The currents of our love
Glow like neon lights
Illuminating the hope in my eyes.
Though we're not moving
I feel so incredibly alive
Invincible to my past
Untouchable by all who lack
That gentle touch of when 
You lean in and brush my face
Your lips grazing my skin
Softer than a butterfly.
And then you gaze into my eyes
I fall into your depths 
Twirling like the autumn leaves
Melting into your smile 
Your soul reminiscent of summer.
You pull me into your arms 
And for a moment I'm lost 
Breathless and in awe
Staring in the face of pure exquisite love 
And there you are - holding it 
Glowing in the moonlight of my stare.
My heart beats - its drum pounding away
Echoing a song thats lost its words
I touch your cheek and smile
My hands cant stay away
My lips s l o w l y, draw near yours
Hovering, and then - 
Part, a soft warmth against them.
My eye lids pulling shut
Dragging me into a silent heaven
I pull away - and what seemed millennia
Lasted only a moment, a second in time
But this is our love
This is what you do to me
You make me invincible and fragile
Lost forever in a beautiful reverie.


Details | Rhyme | |

My Treasure Chest

I have a wooden cedar box
Filled with precious things
Most of no value to you
But joy to me it brings

A copper penny, 1961
The year I was given life
A withered old white rose
From the day I became a wife

Two certified legal documents
That tell me that I am free
A US birth certificate
And a final divorce decree

Golden locks, adorned with ribbon
Clipped from the head of my son
A bag filled with tiny teeth
Exchanged for a dollar one by one

A report card, five A’s  and one B
My sons first year at school
A tattered silken blanket
Still covered with infant drool

A book of poems that I had written
While I was a rebellious teen
Fifty plus love letters
From then, now and in-between

Old yellowed photographs
Of family long since gone
A dozen crayon pictures
That both my kids have drawn

Hospital anklets, pink and blue
That both my children wore
A stupid keep out sign
That I used to hang on my door

Each item within this box
Is a memory that I hold dear
I keep them for a distant time
When my memory won’t be so clear

So if you wish to see inside
To you I have one request
Do not call it just a box
‘Cause to me it’s a “TREASURE CHEST”
 


Details | Tanka | |

His Eyes

In my husband's eyes,
shining light beams from his soul
like sirius bright 
behind those eyes, pure love glows
the love of family bonds

In my husband's eyes,
years of memories twinkle
and dreams of 'morrows
his eyes are portals to us
his eyes are sexy to me!


By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, February 3, 2012
for nette onclaud's sexy poetry contest

Sixth place finish


Details | Rhyme | |

Grandma

I look upon a sea of flowers, I see your face, and we talk for hours.
You see we have such history, you will never know what you mean to me.
You have given so much love and care, I would be lost if you weren't there.
You give of yourself, and you give of your heart.  You are beautiful, loving, and 
caring, and smart.
You shared with me the love of song; I realize that it's been too long, since I 
thought of you as you truly are.  In the darkest times, you're a SHINNING STAR!


Details | Narrative | |

The Captain and I

With the palms of well-worn leathery hands that in younger days guided a Tall Ship round 
the globe many times with the help of stars that still twinkled in his eyes, the old man made 
a porthole in the frosty forest of swirling ferns that had been painted on the kitchen window 
pane by Jack-Frost during the night.

As I sat on his lap, he told me the creaking sound made by the rockers from the rocking 
chair we sat in on the hardwood floor - if he closed his eyes, could make him believe he was 
back with the wind in his sails, rising and dipping and swaying with the whims of the 
waves ‘ore the sea.

Back- and- forth, back-and-forth, we rocked as the porthole on the window pane grew larger, 
exposing the winter wonder land outside where trees and roads and roof-tops lie frozen 
beneath a layer of fluffy snow that looked like icing on a birthday cake, as the house 
softened and swelled in the warmth of the burning kindling wood that snapped and crackled 
in the stove. 

Rocking  back-and-forth, back-and-forth, I asked him, looking into those eyes of green, with 
that far away look. “Grandpa, won’t you tell me please, what lies beyond the sea?”  He 
paused for a moment, blowing silver halos that rose from his pipe in an aroma of sweet 
smelling ‘Old Sail’ tobacco, and with the magic of his words, he took me on a journey, 
rocking across the sea where he showed me all the places and wondrous things he’d ever 
seen.

That was many and many a year ago, in a kingdom by the sea, where an old man, taught a 
little girl, that life is but a dream.

                                                                ~~~~~

                          In memory of: Captain James George the Third - My Grandfather

                                                                   ~~~~~
 2nd place in  'Anything Goes #2 Contest - sponsered by Constance La France 

                                                
Author's note:  

This is one entry of many that will appear in my next book ' A Journey of Roses and Thorns'. 
They are true events that have happened in my life - some where roses, some were 
thorns.  I have learned valuable lessons from both.


Details | Rhyme | |

The True Love of a Man

When I was just a little girl, I dreamed I’d meet a knight. He’d proudly wear his shining armor, and guard me day and night. I kept on dreaming half my life and searched as I grew. Until I found my knight one day, I found my knight in you! Before our paths crossed that day, my struggles had been great. But when I laid my eyes upon you, I thought it must be fate. You gently got to know me and embraced me as a friend. And as our friendship grew in time, we knew it wouldn’t end. As our lives were set in motion, we climbed mountains and sailed seas. And as we’ve shared our lives together, we’ve blended with such ease. Our friendship grew as years passed by into such an enduring love. This thing we have together now was blessed from God above! I know we both have said it. We feel it in our souls. We’ve devoted our lives to each other, and together we’ll grow old. The love we share is very rare, and should be held with high esteem. For some may only find this kind, only in their dreams. This is what God planned for us, to live here on this land. To be the best we both can be, walking through it hand in hand. Even when our roads seem rough, we must have a faith that lasts. We’ll smile as we share many today’s, and reflect gladly on our past. I hope I’ve touched your life my love, as much as you’ve touched mine. For this is the love I’ve always dreamed of, a love both gentle and kind. I believe we meet our “soul mate” only once in our lives. This blessing from God has come to us, I’m proud to be your wife. With all this said my poem will end. A poem for my love, who is also my friend! I want to thank you with all that I am, For showing me Darling, the true love of a man!
With all my love, Michelle Merry Christmas – December 2006©


Details | Rhyme | |

My Dearest Son Vann

When I woke up this morning, 
I heard you calling out to me.
I realized I was dreaming 
and that you couldn't be free. 

I recall the day you where took from me, 
just before you drove away.
I could still hear you saying, 
Momma I will always love you.
As the Angel's dried my eyes,
I could see where the love lies.

A month or so has come and gone
since you left me here,
to face this world alone.
I never dreamed it would happen this way, 
with you took away and put behind a wall of stone. 
Look to the heavens with the sky so clear and blue,
and always know Momma loves you.


Details | Sonnet | |

Miraculous Veroni

I don't believe in miracles, only you.
A sigh of love could say it all. This is true,
that ever since you looked at me I have known
I would never feel the same, oh how I've grown.

Never again will we mire in doubt. This time
You and I will cast the shadows from our minds.
This time I would learn from you all that I can,
what it truly means to be your perfect man.

How holy it feels to see behind your eyes.
My love has touched your core, infinite in size.
A universe of happiness now we bring
in union that defies the need for this ring.

My darling Veroni*, what have you become?
Where once there were two, now all I see is one.








*Vera + Yoni = Veroni


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A Mothers Love

From the very first time, you hold your child
Their first gift is your heart forever,
The love you give and they return
Is the bond that will hold you together
Throughout their life, your love will be
A light that guides their way
The beacon aglow in the darkness
Should they ever go astray,
Your love will give them courage
When the way ahead is unclear
And will give them strength, when needed
To help overcome their fear,
Your love will accept them for who they are
Whatever they say or do
Your love will forgive unreservedly
Because they are a part of you,
It’s a love that will know no barriers
Have no bounds, no expectations
Your love will be unconditional,
Pure, with no complications
A love that remains as constant
As the stars in the heaven above
A gift no money on earth can buy,
The gift of a mother’s love.


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THE HEROES

The heart of our hearts,
the bone of my bones.
The fresh of my fresh,
The sweet of sweets.
As the first man was
happy for the creation of 
woman from his rib, 
the same way I am
happy with my parents.

I really love my parents,
as I love myself with
all my heart. I wish to thank God
for their presence. No one can
separate me from my parents.
To separate, it will be death.

"My parents are my strong weapons,
powerful tools for my defense.
Whatever I do, I remember my parents.
Even if its peace, even if its danger.
I appreciate for my protection, since I was born.
They protected me with all their hearts, 
as a leopard protects its young,
as a dog protects its meat. They loved me,
as meat attracts flies.
Really they did a good job.
I praise their services and uncountable support
provided to me since I was born until the level I am.

I respect my parents, and I can't speak
evil to them. If I do, it's a sin and a real curse.
I can't forget when I was young, they looked 
after me together with my sisters and other
family relatives at large. The orphans and the disabled.
it's their efforts that made me what I am.
Not only me, but also you.
Your parents made you what you're.
Don't despise them, our parents our life.
The family heroes, gods of earth and foundation
for human development.
They are real heroes!! We can't despise them,
they are our life. Our foundation.


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Home

atop your hearth my soul doth rest
away from fear that grips the best

like ships at dock you gently tend
to aches and pains your love will mend

when evening falls you bathe your light
on loved ones gathered, hearts held tight

as daylight breaks, you conjure smiles
our travels filled with love for miles

and like majestic oaks that cast
your acorns nourish dreams that last



11/23/12
© All Rights Reserved


Details | Quintain (English) | |

Chef - Dad

If he were my Dad, he would be the best.
A distinguished Chef that taught me to cook.
An ever loving Heart, beats in his chest.
His spare time , he writes a Poetry book.
When its done; as a Poetry Family; We should all take a look.
.
I have a distinct advantage, in the Culinary Arts.
“Dad” was a self made Chef : Loved by Culinary : ALL.
You have an distinct advantage, with your Ever Loving Hearts.
We climb the stairs of Poetry; to the Poet Laureate’s Hall.
We spend half of Eternity, reading Poems upon the wall.

He's a teacher, a Chef, a poet; a husband that Loves his Wife.
Allthough she now lives in Heaven, as she has for forty years.
His heart has found someone new; that has given him new life.
Barbara Jean, whom I call Mom; has dried up past forlorn tears. 
He is a man deeply in love with everyone he knows, he loves all his peers.

This is a Quintain I wrote for Francine Roberts Contest "  English Quintain Contest
Dedicated to "Dad  and Mom" Harry D. Johnson aka Harry, HG, Liege and Barbara Jean
Gorlick aka BG, Mom I wrote this Dec. 3 I added the third stanza today Dec. 14


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Battle of the words

Bravery is the father of fears
Dreams are distant cousins of nightmares
Hope is the sister of prayers
Every night shame lays down and gets screwed by despair
Pollution abuses Mrs. atmosphere
It's a battle between personality and reality 
But obviously nobody cares
Maybe it's because big tough is the uncle of little scared
Planning is deeply in love with prepared
Procrastination is the biggest enemy of determination
Ignorance is jealous of realization
Sometimes strength can get sneak attacked by temptation
Silence can never defeat a great proclamation
When the brain disagrees with the heart
The body dies of complications


Love your self...



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THE AGING PROCESS

Many years ago, when we were all young,
We really thought life, would be so much fun.
While playing dress-up, trying on mom’s stuff,
Putting on make-up, we found to be tough.

Then came our schooling, and boy things would change,
“Those aren’t our parents”, when they acted strange.
Sometimes they were hip, but old-fashioned too,
That’s something I swore, I would never do.

Wishing you were older, adults had it made,
They would do nothing, yet still would be paid.
That is how little, we all had known,
We surely found out, once we were grown.

Loving the twenties, we’d go out with friends,
When we went shopping, we followed the trends.
Doing what we wanted, and staying out late,
It didn’t matter, what time we all ate.

Then came the thirties, and most of us wed,
Watch what you wish for, my parents had said.
We had to work hard, many bills to pay,
I guess they were right, what more can I say?

Raising your children, was hardest of all,
Needing some advice, your parent’s you’d call.
It seemed so easy, they needed no rest,
So now it’s your turn, you learned from the best.

The forties arrived, that was a shocker,
We’d spend lots of time, just at the doctor.
Back aches and headaches, so tired you’d be,
Trying not to cough, or else you would pee.

The fifties would come, and your grandkids too,
Where were your glasses? You hadn’t a clue.
You searched here and there, and under the bed,
“Hey grandma” they laughed, “They’re right on your head”.

Here come the sixties, now let’s have some fun,
You are retired; your work is all done.
To dinner with friends, you dressed and you wait,
They never show up, you have the wrong date.

Now the seventies, with friends playing games,
If only you could, remember their names.
You try hard to hide, those under-eye bags,
Gravity happens, and everything sags.

Enjoy every day, and have a good laugh,
All the steps you took, led down a new path.
Live life as it comes, each year a new page,
One thing is for sure, everyone will age.


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Onion of Passion - A Blitz Poem for Poetry Soup

Onion of Passion (A Blitz Poem for Poetry Soup)

Start with an idea
Start with an onion

Onion on a cutting board
Onion from the crisper drawer

Drawer of firm vegetables
Drawer of future soup

Soup to feed the poet’s soul
Soup to cure the common cold

Cold days feeling uninspired
Cold nights feeling over tired

Tired of the same same same
Tired of this empty feeling

Feeling compulsive
Feeling hungry

Hungry for a poem to come
Hungry for some hearty soup

Soup flavored with Whitman’s marrow
Soup that starts with his sort of rawness

Rawness of starchy emotion
Rawness of aromatic images

Images of stiff green celery stalks
Images of bright chunked carrot snips

Snips sautéing in olive oil (dash of salt!)
Snips of memory softening

Softening and blending into metaphors
Softening with those onions now translucent

Translucent as distant dreams
Translucent as childhood kisses

Kisses snuck behind the bushes or
Kisses from great grandma

Grandma gave this life recipe
Grandma said to let things simmer

Simmer with love like chicken stock
Simmer then add the bag of herbs

Herbs are like adjectives
Herbs like just the right verbs

Verbs of action rather than being
Verbs like heat and sear and cook and flavor

Flavor the soup
Flavor for sharing

Sharing ourselves
Sharing is why

Why we cook these chunky poems
Why we cook anything

Anything at all
Anything  with passion

Passion and heart
Passion pulsing

Pulsing…
Heart…


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There Was A Time We Weren't Ashamed Of God


There was a time in America, when the Bible was taught in the schools. The ten commandments were displayed, as “God’s set of rules.” There was a time in America, where the cross could be displayed. Even in public places, people came together and prayed. There was a time in America, there was no “church and state” separation. As people all across this country asked God to help this nation. There was a time in America, where people knew right from wrong. You could see it in the way they lived, and could here it in their song. There was a time in America where one was proud to be a Christian. One could take stand for holiness, without coming under “suspicion.” There was a time in America, when mom and dad were together… Now, any kind of a commitment to marriage seems lost forever There was a time in America, where many were proud of “tradition.” There seems to be a lack of any kind of “spiritual nutrition.” There was a time in America, where so many could proudly say; “I’m going to read the bible and go to church on Sunday.” This is the time for America, to wake up and try to understand. We need to seek God right now! All over this land! This is the time for America, to listen and begin to hear… The coming of our Lord is drawing ever so near! NOW is the time to seek the Lord, while he may be found! The word of God needs to be read in every city and town! Won’t you too seek God and listen to his voice today? Simply give him your heart and life… This could be YOUR day! By Jim Pemberton


Details | I do not know? | |

Love hurts, my love

Love is something that I struggle with,
Trying to be loved by that right one,
But can't proceed because I'm ashamed,
Ashamed that I might not love right,
Ashamed that people may look and talk,
Ashamed of how my family would react,
Ashamed by the temptation of my life,
The temptation of my heart,
My mind is saying it's not right,
But my heart is saying yes,
Just be you.
I've tried pleasing people and giving people the world,
And I've been half pleasing back,
I know not to look for anything,
But I can't help it, when I haven't received much.
Love for me is a real struggle,
I'm being loved by someone,
Someone special to my heart,
Someone that shows me the world,
Who gives me encouraging words,
But I can't love back,
For some reason.
From now on I'm a try,
Try to love to the fullest,
I really want to love,
And be loved,
I want to feel love from my family,
Loved by the most beautiful, caring, funniest, serious at time, smart,and well talented person,
Love, love, love,
What a mystery WORD!!


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Stronger Than She Thinks.....

She is a loving mother, 
 her pain is like no other.
Kids taken all at once away.
 A price too steep to have to pay.

Holds her head up high, 
 when all she wants to do is die.
She thinks her pain is masked, 
 but as you see, its no easy task.

She's strong and still fights, 
 even when they say she has no rights.
She dreams of seeing her kids, 
 trying hard to keep the pain hid.

She goes to court and really fights, 
 only to come home alone and cry at night.
Still, she continues this uphill battle.
 Her confidence, they constantly rattle.

Goes to work and tries to smile, 
 as her heart is breaking all the while.
Wish I was a much better sister, 
 who called and let her know I missed her.

I had my own tumultuous issues, 
 it was she who really needed the tissues.
I just had a crappy, low life man.
 By her side her family should stand.

Instead they all give her grief.
 Do they not see her pain will never be brief?
No, they all say they are sorry, but they're full of lies.
 Didn't they know it was her LIFE in demise?

A better sister, I'll try to be.
 Her back she never turned to me.
I hope she knows she's loved and cared for.
 Her smile I'd like to see more.

I know that's no easy task.
 But that I will still ask.
As they push her to the brink,
 She's stronger than she ever thinks.




A combined effort for Kristy.....


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blood transfusion



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There was a time

The pendulum motions to and fro,
From the clock upon the wall.
As the second ebb like grains of sand,
For one by one they fall.

Through the window of the dim lit room,
For outside, lies a world of grey,
For thoughts now turn to yester year,
That seems so far away.

With freckle on skin and golden hair,
Topped with lace like bonnet fair.
Upon a face a smile of glee,
As little feet splash in the sea.

A bucket clenched in fingers tight,
With spade to match its colors bright.
 In awe and wonder of many things,
 Through eyes so young that new life brings.

  N  Windle.   MMXI.


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O BELOVED MOTHER, O BELOVED SISTERS....

O beloved mother, o beloved sisters
departed from me, within years
of each other, to sadden my living;
I spend my days weeping...
reminiscing in my sorrow:
how we laughed together,
and faced another serene tomorrow,
knowing that sharing kindness
would bond our destinies
in ways so devoted and immense!   


O beloved mother, o beloved sisters...
I let the unconsumed joy of memories
take me to those yesterdays
to thank God for our existence,
when we enjoyed the gifts He offered;
yes, even the smallest of them 
were so lovely and precious!
And by watching how you faced death,
I admired how you became the bravest...
slowly letting go of what you possessed!


O beloved mother, o beloved sisters...
do you want me to continue crying,
or smile and console you with a future promise:
that soon we'll embrace one another
under the joyful eyes of our Creator?
Nothing foolish I will do to harm myself;
and wait I will 'till my end comes,
but until then my solemn prayers I'll recite
amid tombstones guarded by triumphant angels...
and bound for Heaven, I'll be smiling!


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Pocket Kisses

From sweet bowed lips 
to soft chubby hands
sticky with chocolate candy
Squeezed in lovingly
until pockets are bulging
kisses reserved for Granny



My first Members Contest Entry....for Short and Sweet.


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The Owl and the PusyCat Sail

Together the Owl and the PusyCat were married
Then again sailed out over the deep blue seas
Searching forever for the great Land of Nod,
To the place where they could find true peace.
True peace, true peace… Where they could find true peace.

The love that twined forever within their hearts
They sought throughout all the wonderous lands
Going to the place where they would live in peace,
A place where true peace, rules and lives in the hearts of the land.
The land, the land… Where true peace lives in the heart of the land.

Alas, the love of the heart, though truly not easy to find…
Is easier to find than the love of peace, found throughout the land.
So it’s said they will continue to sail, until that day comes true,
And when they land for the final time, will be up to me and you.
Me and you, me and you… That day will be up to me and you.



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Dad

Dad

Is it too late to say “I love you, Dad”
As you lay there on your bed?
Are words enough to express myself
Or the thoughts within my head?

Is it too late to say “I love you, Dad?”
Though I’m sure you really know
Despite my actions, words and deeds
Which sometimes made you wonder so

Is it too late to say “I love you, Dad?”
As I look you in the eye
A smile spreads ‘cross your tortured face
It’s enough to make me cry

Is it too late to say “I love you, Dad”
From my anguished, anxious soul?
Though next to yours, the pain’s so small
And your strength should be my goal

Is it too late to say “I love you, Dad”
After all these years?
If you could you’d say it’s not
Just to assuage my fears

Is it too late to say “I love you, Dad”
As I stand here next to you, so..
So much time has passed us by
Now I just want you to know.


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NOT ENOUGH

Just another day
they often start the same
But without any warning
life can quickly go insane

Standing in front of a mirror
lights begin to blink
My son shouts "The house is on fire"
our lives are on the brink

In those next few moments
our house filled with dense smoke
Blinding the eyes from accumulated stuff 
life's true values fully awoke

Doesn't matter if you have little or a lot 
things eventually burn, rust, or rot
If your living to accumulate stuff
the more you have.. 
the more it's not enough

Standing on the street
firemen racing from everywhere
Looking intently at our house
you realize your home isn't there

Home is not brink and mortar
it's not the warehouse of stuff
Home is who you hold on to
when life seems oh so tough

Standing there together
the only possession in my hands
Is the one thing that really matters
My precious family's hands

Doesn't matter if you have little or a lot 
things eventually burn, rust, or rot
If your living to accumulate stuff
the more you have.. 
the more it's not enough

*The words of this poem came to me holding 
my family's hands and watching our house burn

Contest: Linda's #6 
Date: 6-5-14


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Chief Roaring Eagle

He sits Alone, In the rising sun ;  or is it a setting Moon?
With a birch bark Flute, a sadden Heart plays a very lonely tune
Go north, then west, says Chief Roaring Eagle, I’ll be with You soon

You can feel the tears of  “Roaring Eagle” rolling down Your cheek
As he plays a forlorn melody ( of history ) his birch bark flute : sings bleak
For his Native American Ancestry : a Heritage  where tribal Leaders “Speak”
Of Yesterdays, when canoes would travel the rivers, catching trout in the creek

In remembrance when Buffalo, Deer, roamed the plains, Salmon owned streams
When a Young Brave, became a man, Hunting  in the Forest ; Alone with His dreams
Alone with the mysteries of Life with the voice of Forefathers’  forever heard screams
As the Flute sings to the barren  forest of bygones,Chief Roaring Eagle’s Eye, Gleams

In Thanksgiving to the Almighty, the Song of Life , Continues to reassure the Living
The echoes of the birch bark flute reverberate through a dieing forest, ever Living
Go North, then West, to a new land where the Songbirds sing of LOVE: and Thrive
Where the melody of a birch bark Flute ; Sings to Nature we are now again “ ALIVE

Inspired by the Contest "Tell His Story" sponsored by ~Constance~ A Rambling POET
         Written by HGarvey Daniel Esquire~~ Dedicated to all Native Americans
                                               9th Place


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Flowers die,Pictures fade

I wrote this in memory of my uncle.


Flowers die and pictures fade,attempting
to erase every memory ever made.

Letters are lost while the clouds roll in,
letting the rain pour and the sadness begin.

Feelings are lost and people pass on,showing
us we're the one's who have to be strong.

GOD gives us strength to keep our head held high,
not letting the wonders of the world pass by.

Love everyday and you will see,miracles
happen when you believe.

Nothing can stop you from living your life,
even when the pain cuts like a knife.

Some family we've lost and some still remain,
leaving only love and happiness to be gained.

Some memories fade while the best never die,
leaving you with feelings of wanting to laugh and cry.

People make the biggest impact without even trying,
then everything changes when they are dying.

Ton's of faces get lost in the crowd,
to your surprise certain one's stand out.

GOD gives you love and never leaves you alone,
providing a loving family along with a good home.

Life will bear obstacles and put you to the test,
but you have to be strong and always try your best.

Never back down from any hardship thrown your way,
it will make you stronger until your last day.

Say what you feel in your heart and never back down, even
when your taking your last breath take one last look around.

Angels are singing a song only you can hear,
complete the last part with an open heart,
and absolutely no fear.



                                         Flowers will die and pictures will fade,
                                   but your memory is one that will always stay.


                                       In Loving Memory of my Uncle
                                             You will be missed dearly.

                                                   MAY 28th 2012


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Instead Of Loving Me As Christ Does


Instead Of Loving Me As Christ Does… Instead of stopping by, and thinking of me… You walked away and thought the worst of me! Instead of taking the time to ask; “Is anything wrong?” You got upset and told me; “I don’t belong!” Instead of spending time with me in prayer… You “brushed me off.” And didn’t even care! Instead of extending God’s mercy and grace… You “smeared my name” all over the place! Instead of being Christ example as you pretend to be… You made up your mind to “have nothing to do with me!” What if Christ treated others the way you do?” Would there being any meaning in HIS words; “I love you?” What if, for just a brief moment in time… Christ chose to be angry, rude and unkind? Are you willing to be Christ’ example? Is his love in you? Can I find a “sample?” What if we all treated others the way Christ does? Knowing that it’s all of us that Christ truly loves! May this be a wake up call and a reminder! We need to love as Christ does! And be kinder! By Jim Pemberton


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The Price of Love

One day I birthed you into this land
We watched you grow as we held your hand
You sucked your fingers during those years
Then you brought your parents many tears

I cried because I didn’t understand
All these hardships were not in my plan
The choices you made were not just for you
They affected the family too

I vented with friends for oh so long
One day I began writing poems
Poems I wrote came straight from the heart
I wrote about you from the very start

Night after night you would stay away
Deep down in all I could do was pray
I would walk the floors night after night
I learned my son was no where in sight

What did I do to cause all this pain
Why was my heart feeling all this strain
Mom didn’t tell me of these sort of days
I guess this’s the price that love pays


Details | I do not know? | |

Life

From the seed divided,
to exist in a sea,
sustaining,
nurturing, warming,
protecting,
what is delicate life.

Until thrust into the light
screaming in shock,
cold,
unprotected,
forced to inhale first
breath of life,
a new comforting sea,
enveloping,
setting free.

First vision
a beautiful sight,
blurred and unfocused,
stares into the memorized face
of dreams,
as gentle hands 
impress, warm, caress,
soft textured folds.

Tears,
warm the face,
ears, attune
to soothing vibrations,
breathing deep, 
inhaling wonderful fragrances,
familiar,
environment different,
yet the same,
from first division,
imprinted heartbeat,
the bond of life.


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Cindy Had A Little Bird

Cindy had a little Bird, 
Little Bird, little Bird, 
Cindy had a little Bird, 
Its feathers were yellow as the sun

And everywhere that Cindy went, 
Cindy went, Cindy went, 
Everywhere that Cindy went
The Bird was sure to go

It followed her to school one day
School one day, school one day
It followed her to school one day
Which was against the rules.

It made the children laugh and play,
Laugh and play, laugh and play,
It made the children laugh and play
To see a Bird at school

And so the teacher turned it out,
Turned it out, turned it out,
And so the teacher turned it out,
But still it lingered near

And waited patiently about,
Patiently about, patiently about,
And waited patiently about
Till Cindy did appear

"Why does the Bird love Cindy so?"
Love Cindy so? Love Cindy so?
"Why does the Bird love Cindy so?"
The eager children cried

"Why, Cindy loves the Bird, you know."
Loves the Bird, you know, loves the Bird, you know
"Why, Cindy loves the Bird, you know."
The teacher did reply


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You're Easy to be Proud of

You have grown to be such a man
yet, I cannot help but see the boy in you
you are my Son, who wears many uniforms
as your father, I cannot help but be Proud,

I see you march in the Orange and Black
your new horn, the one you have polished to a glow
every step you take, Orchestrated to perfection
with every note played, My pride, Crescendo 

Then, you have worked hard, and Matured
a letter arrives, Office of the Governor, the Man himself
an invitation, Ambassadorship, a Musical one
Travel Europe, Summer next, Seven Countries

A Father, busting with pride, Why? I'll tell you!

        Because, " Your Easy to be Proud of"

Yet as proud as I am, there is this other Uniform
the one you wear with Honor, Duty, Love of Country
the one with Medals, Braids and Epaulets 
the one with a special pin, a hometown pin

Five Stars Golden, enveloped by Black and Orange
Tenne' a Chevron, a Chief, a Ring of Life
of the First Argent, A Scroll in Black
an inscription, " Classis Adhaereo Adstringo"

A Motto, In Latin, ascribed by the Navy
for Five hometown boys Lost in War
of how they lived and died " We Stick Together"
Albert,Francis,George,Joseph and Madison Sullivan

In that Uniform, I see the Man, not the boy
I cannot help but be caught, in solemn thought
This Man, with Anapolis in sight and mind
on this, the Eve of the 9/11 tragedy and War

That solemn thought reverts to Sacrifice
the Sullivan's sacrificed,9/11 over 3000 sacrificed
all did so,willingly or not, for Country, for God
I think you have foreseen Your Destiny, Your own

Josh, whatever Uniform you decide to wear,
whatever path, you may choose to walk
I'll always Love you, Be there for and with you
and be So Very Proud of You, Why? Because!

             You're Easy to be Proud of! 


             With all my Love.....Dad

Copyright 2011 Richard Pickett


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Family

by Michael J Falotico

                                                  Family is something I lost for a period of time..
                                              I lost track what was important and what was mine..
                                                 On the stairs of life I've certainly have missed a few..
                                                         I laid in a bed of old rather then new..
                                                 No light from the sky or voices in my head were 
                                                    needed to show me a course that I was led..
                                             Just Family and the most simple act of caring and love
                                                   is all it took to open my eyes and see above..
                                                 I'm there crutch when life is hard and their in need..
                                         And they are my crutch when I'm down and can't be freed..
                                                 With both crutches we walk together tall and strong..
                                                Because without Family it's just music with no song..
    

inspired by Linda The SweetHeart
of Poetry Soup


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Thanksgiving Celebrations



Time to foster your relations
With thanksgiving celebrations.
With family reminisce past,
All our love now remembering
Come together watch our hearts sing.
Nothing earthly will ever last,
Time to foster your relations
With thanksgiving celebrations.

If stumbling stones stand in your way
Remove them this Thanksgiving Day.
With family reminisce past,
Nothing earthly will ever last.
Time to foster your relations
With thanksgiving celebrations.


10.06.2014
Sonnetina Rispetto 


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Apology Letter To My Mama

Dear mama,
I apologize for the aches,
And all the pain,
I apologize for struggle in your 
heart,
Torturing your veins,
I apologize for the stressful tears,
On account of non-listening ears,
I hear your melancholy weeps,
From a mind that never sleeps,
I know the fake smile you keep,
Will break you suddenly,
I am sorry for the things making you 
sick,
I am sorry you had to grow up 
quick,
Even when you shout hate,
I see love in your eyes,
Out of your heart you apologize,
But, this is my apology to you,
For all the things I put you through,
I apologize for the things you never 
had,
Just to make us glad,
I apologize for the unpaid bills, 
that has you taking headache pills,
I thank you for your vigilance,
But, I can't sit and watch,
The other half is gone,
And you're fighting alone,
Somebody got to be the MAN of the 
house,
We can't always sit on the couch,
Mama I appreciate the things you 
do,
I thank God for you,
I apologize if my actions never 
show,
I Love You,
You bring peace and healing to my 
soul.


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Loosing It

  < Early morning,

   Its rainy and dark,

   Quit dull,

   Cloudy and gray,

   Emotions flowing not,

   So dim and sadden,

   Stuck in a zone,

   Feeling all alone,

   Suddenly blacken,

   Now dressed in lace,

   And black satin,

   Emotions flowing all over,

   Yet still lost,

   Dazed and amazed,

   Felt crushed pancake flatten......>






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Only God Can Answer

When I was very young, 
Dad and I would fly my kite.
So one day I finally asked him, 
"how does God make wind and light?"
"Only God can answer that."
He told me with a smile.
"So ask him when you get there!"
I nodded, then played a while.
When we first turned sixteen, 
my best friend got a brand new car.
We had plans for Friday night, 
but Wednesday, she didn't get far.
I cried when I hung up the phone, 
"Daddy! Why my best friend?"
He came and sat down on my bed, 
as we talked about the end. 
"Only God can answer that."
He told me with a smile.
"So ask him when you get there."
Then I laid and cried a while.
Further down the road, 
I stood dressed up in white.
The night that I'd been waiting for, 
I'd found my Mr. Right!
I asked, "Daddy why am I so blessed?
I seem to have it all!
When some just have no luck, 
they don't have much at all."
"Only God can answer that."
He told me with a smile.
"So ask him when you get there."
Then he walked me down the aisle.
Then thirty years flew by.
Two jobs, Dad's cancer, and my baby.
and Daddy's time grew shorter, 
and every day became a maybe. 
Then sadly the Dr. said "its time to say goodbye "
and by his bed I stood.
I just couldn't believe it, 
that he'd be gone for good.
"Daddy why do you have to go?"
I asked him as I sobbed.
I knew it was his time, 
but still, my heart felt robbed. 
"I'll ask him when I get there..."
he told me with a smile.
"If I even care! I'll meet Jesus in a while!
I know you think that this will hurt you, 
but these days are grains of sand, 
and heaven is the Ocean!
We'll be together once again."


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HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY

For all the love
Good care and affection
That you've given me
For all the tender pain
You've been through
When you carried me
When you were pregnant

For all your passion and tolerance
With me when I was a head ache
For all the things you've done
And still doing for me
What will I do without you?
You were there since the day I was born
You know me better than anyone

This is the reason why I am so proud
To called you 'MUM'
Your love is more expensive
Than gold, money and diamond
And more than anything in this world

Without you
There is no love
There is no life
What you've tought me
Is a guidance through the journey my life

I don't know how to finish
To repay you for everything
I love you and I admire you so much
I don't want to lose you
Because you are my richest
My love and my passion

I love you so much...
...MOTHER!
And I don't see why you don't deserve
The best wishes...
...HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!


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Her Life

My past is a reoccurring nightmare.
This cycle is never broken.
My heart is filled with poison,
So are your veins.

Chains hang off of me as I try to break free.
I have lost myself somewhere within the years.
Age crept up slowly, and I started to see my life;
It was not what I had expected.

With every whisper of ‘I love you’,
Another crack spread across my delicate soul.
Hardened by the years of abuse;
Nothing can hurt me now.

Stripped from my innocence;
My confidence shattered like broken glass.
There is no escaping this.
I feel alone and unloved. 

I was taken off guard,
Your words were a promise of security;
 Hope amongst a sea of sorrow.
 You were just another lie. 

Depression doesn’t sum up my pain.
Death would not heal it,
For I have responsibilities;
I have people who need me. 

I long for the day that this rotation ends.
I can be loved for being myself.
I will be taken care of.
I will be yours. 


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Normal To Me

This isn't just a poem This isn't just another emotion This is me, these are my thoughts The Imagery is my sight, And The Allegories are my Life I'm lonely, There is just me But there's so many people around but no one can hear my loudest screams Don't Shout nor Scream This is all just Normal To Me I'm torn, I'm Cut Part of my heart stabbed, and then taken from me The Search for my innocence, Is like a moa hunt Don't Shout nor Scream This is all just Normal To Me Laughing and Jokes all directed towards me Just to Hurt me Cover all of the Halls "Fag, Emo, Queer" Words I too often know Don't Shout nor Scream This is all just Normal To Me Curling her hair putting on her makeup "You're worthless and nothing to Me" Says the so-called all-loving-one As she screams: "Why am I not Pretty" Don't Shout nor Scream This is all just Normal To Me This is not just a poem not just some words my pen cries with each words But this is Just a Glimpse Don't Shout nor Scream This is all just Normal To Me


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Letter to a '" Gentle Man " ( Repost )

He was quiet, and so very shy
His Loving " Poetry " , caught my eye

I felt his Tender Heart, flutter for me
I saw his Loving Heart ; Pen POETRY

Beautiful POETRY, and " I "  “The wonder of his words”
My Heart entwines with his, Everlasting LOVE : Endures

Throughout the Eons of Forever I have watched his sadness
My Beloved, Your Eternal Love Always brings my Heart Gladness

You sit beside me, at the Never ending banqueting  tables of Heaven
Alas : do not waste Your Love, waiting to be with me in Eden’s Garden

I see in the window of Your Heart, the mirror of Your Soul
The image in Your eyes, " Barbara Jean " and YOU Picnic on a California Knoll

The fond memories of Your breath, caressing my breast,  are now Hers
My Spirit smiles at Your happiness : Love Her as You do me
My Heart elated to see You Love again , long lost Emotions stir :
Barbara Jean , Take care of and Love  this “Gentle Man” for all Eternity
Bring Joy to his Life again , and to me Satisfaction that He "is" LOVED again

Inspired by Nathan Dilts’ Contest “ The Opposite Sex”
Dedicated to  " Barbara Jean " ; By " Lenore Ellen "
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Butter Toffee

"Love comes in many flavors....but the taste of it, is unforgettable"

It makes a very large batch.
And when I finish, there will be
Enough for my family, my friends, and quite possibly
Everyone who lives on our street.

On my tiled kitchen counter
I have gathered..according to the recipe,
The butter, the sugar, the corn syrup,
Nuts and chocolate...all the necessary delectable
Ingredients to make my mother's
Melt-in-the-mouth butter toffee.
    I make it every Christmas, a family favorite, 
    Like a legacy that must be passed on...
    A futile attempt to lighten a dark hour ...of long ago.
                                   ~                       
A new bride then, with inexperience my middle name.. 
In a tiny kitchen of blue and white 
I was frocked in frilly yellow, wearing the apron she had sewn
An apron with color as warm as the butter assembled before me
My task, was to follow the step by step instructions
A recipe, written in her hand 
Letters so blurred by tears that had taken up new residence in my life
The curls of her handwriting
Wrapping 'round me like the sound of her voice...
A little page from her vast collection..
Wrinkled and yellowed, with speckles, and splatters 
Yellow splatters, reminding me of days of my childhood
A childhood of naivete', believing still, in a sun that would forever shine for me...
When I had so much yet to learn

    But this was that ghastly year, ....that first Christmas,... without her...
    It was up to me, determined to carry on
    ...A simple recipe,     ....couldn't be that hard...could it?

My novice effort, in those first months without her
Was a disappointment.  Just not the same as hers, 
Faintly scorched, the taste...no delight, in the offering...
People were polite, accepted it, and ate it to be kind.
They smiled, patted my head, gave compliments...  
But I knew.
                         
And, as time passed,..experience taught me.  Experience heals.
My toffee is good. Quite good...delicious, actually...
Still not the same as hers, but my family thinks it's fine.
I, however, know better. 
     I Have always known.
                         
Today...I melt the butter, I add the sugar, and the syrup
Stirring while the mixture turns to amber.  It won't take long.
My family waits....waits eagerly to savor the sweet flavor
      The flavor of butter, the flavor of chocolate

                              the flavor of enduring love..........that was my mother.








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Average Age 19

Once again, the powers that must
In rise again in what we trust
An overseas conflict, another war
Just what in the hell are we fighting for

Families are asking, Korea has just passed
Generations again reft, how long will it last
A country in need, to rebuild again
Flags at half mast, in wind and rain strain

Once again into war, sent by the Washington Post
To send back reports to hit home the most
Military observers were the first to be sent in
Another chapter of man entering existing sin

I'm witnessing our ariel power, Lam Son 719
US planners determine their incursion, saying all will be fine
Along the Mekong River, we'll carpet bomb their supply trail
Tons of munitions and napalm, this spread surely cannot fail

Many sorties are being flown, for the wounded and the dead
Whilst Nixon and his cronies, aren't thinking with their heads
The news of losses has reached me, nineteen have been killed
Eleven missing, fifty nine wounded, more American blood spilled

Seven fixed wing aircraft, more sons in action loss
Whilst back at home more protests, fading the dyeing's gloss
To to this job that I do, I was never prepared for this
To witness such bloody scenes, and ignore that life is bliss

How can I write about a soldier, whose name I'll never know
Killed at nineteen years old, his family he'll never see grow
Or even explain to his parents, when carried from the AH-1
His body bullet riddled and limp, when lifted it bloodily run

I never went back to the theatre, called the Vietnam War
Having witnessed the wanton killing, what were we fighting for
This colonial conflict that started, us on the side of France
So many came back as strangers, many to live in trance





James Fraser's entry into the contest " WORLD OF WAR: VIETNAM "



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Spirit From the Past

As I sit upon the cloud, my sister SPIRIT, we shall call  ----  “ ALWAYS “
Visits : bringing Her inner Soul with Virtue of  the Heart  ----  FOREVER
 I believe I know YOU from “ Yesterday “  Please help me --- REMEMBER
As She spoke : the Lyric of Her voice : brings memories   -----           I
Envision YOU “  my little Sister ’ Long ago Lost in LOVE; in  ---   LOVE
Through the mirrors of YOUR EYES : Brother, Sister : Me and  --  YOU
Loving Parents , from a Time in History :  where my Heart is of   ---  MY
Searching Soul, “ alive comes the past “ :  growing up with MY   ----  SISTER
Together we speak of “Forever LOVE” with an opened Heartfelt  ----  SPIRIT
As we meet AGAIN in Time KNOW ALWAYS that I LOVE YOU  ---   L Y N E T T E 

     Dedicated To My Kindred SPIRIT Lynette Chachere  “ Spirits Together “


Author’s Note : The origin of  “ End Line Word “ Form Is a Dedication Where the
Vertical Line is the “Dedication” and the Body  “ IS the Why “ Thank-YOU to all 
Who have Supported Dane and I in Our Endeavor To create a New Form of POETRY
Dealing with Honor to Each Contemporary YOUR Participation Is Astounding ALWAYS YOURS…
HG


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TO LOVE YOUR COUNTRY

To love your country,
you must commit yourself indefinetly;
there are no doubts, or fears
when it comes to defend it fervently..
do it for the sake of  your family,
or your countrymen who wish for peace!

They will send you to distant lands,
away from your loved ones...
to uphold freedom and its sanctity,
and you'll shine with bravery!

Anytime peace is threatened,
you'll retaliate and engage in combat,
true soldiers always fight with self-confidence,
never retreat in any circumstance!

There'll be days of fright , of darkness and despair,
and nights to shed tears on cold pillows;
no tender eyes to glance into or arms to embrace,
but  surrendering distorts your honor! 

As the mission comes to its end suddenly,
and you are one of the surviivors to declare victory,
although you'll also grieve for the fallen ones:
you'll wave your flag to the calmest skies!

To love your country,
you must avail yourself of dignity
and protect its borders vigilantly;
be aware of its tremendous cost:
risk your own life,or allow
the enemy to toast!  


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OUR MANY BLESSINGS

OUR MANY BLESSINGS
By the Poets Listed in the first comment
 
Life is full of wonderment and blessings well received.
The greatest gift, so well conceived, the freedom to believe.
Thanking God that in this glorious world He perceived.
There, stands today beauty and grandeur that awed we can achieve.
Our ancestors, many moons ago, the motherland did flee.
Enriching lives, harvest, and family in this land of milk and honey.
Gratitude after we gathered the fruits of our great labors.
Holding hands with love we pray with family, friends, and neighbors.
Thankfulness for waking to feel warm sun on our face, all hail.
The wind's breeze, melodies in green trees from sweet nightingales,
You cast off my chains; you set me free, through true eyes, now I see.
Each dawn I give thanks I am free!  Thank you, Lord from the real me.
Thank you for my mind and heart and trusting me from the start.
For the sun, the moon, the stars, and all your creatures who take part.
Also for things in me once damaged, now mending a new start.
To live this life, day to day, with the minimum of fuss-
We believe in many things, that the joys of life bring us.
From majestic mountains, to the tiniest of bugs,
Wondrous bountiful God, created these for poetry.
I am sending GOOD energy, to my friends, and hugs.
My thanks are carried on waves over the November seas. 
To friends from afar who grace my life with comfort and ease.
One unending relationship with God and His wonderful love...
Four sons, the gifts given to me from Heaven high above,
I am so thankful to be gifted with so many different things.
And being healthy under loving angel's caring wings
One great blessing: I begin to see the world was more than me.
Methodical.  Prodigal.  More logical, I found the great light love.
Within our thankful hearts today, a prayer is softly said,
Blessing all who join with us as we eat and share our bread.
Our lives are enriched by family and friends that we love.
With grateful hearts, we thank our generous Father above.
The wonders of your world, Lord, Earthbound and on the wing,
Our hearts are filled with happiness for every blessed thing.
So, thank you, Lord for everything that upon us you bestowed.
Especially for your love dear, Lord that bountifully has flowed.
                                                                               Amen

CONTRIBUTING POETS in alphabetical order: See the first comment.  We had great 
participation.  Thank you, my poet dear friends for your contributions to this Thanksgiving 
poem.  Lovingly, Dane Ann


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Darling Little Girl

Ever since the day you were born
I loved you from the start
And even though I may never see you again
You'll always have my heart

Even though your mommy and daddy fought
It all wasn't your fault
They just had a lot
Of growing up to do

And just because we haven't seen each other in a while
That doesn't mean I don't love you anymore
Just the thought of you leaves me with a smile
And it makes me want to just run over to you

And hold you in my arms and never let go
But before you leave me to go with your new little sister and daddy
There's something I want you to know:
I love you with all my heart

You are a part of my life
And my entire world
And no matter what
You'll always be a darling little girl


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To my granny

So, granny, they tell me you died yesterday
i wish i could have known you better,
i wish i knew the stories you had,
of love and loss, of joy and sorrow,
I could sit for hours, listening, and learning
A sweet old lady, with a long history, how beautiful is that?

I was busy, struggling, with my own story.
Wow, i do have regret, a loss,
i guess, i should have reached out to you,
been your student, 
what did you have to teach?

I hear you were angry,
9 children, dozens of grandchildren and theirs
no one visited you, showed you love, 
not even me.

So, you are in the afterlife now,
released, and let go of the tired body.
Our tears are with you, in our loss,
We all loved you, but were too wounded by life,
to see you, to know you, to be close. 
The love we should have had. 

I painted you, sitting in purgatory,
surrounded by the angels of healing,
I ask the angels to hold you gently as you cry, 
and nurture your wounds from this life 
The colors of regret and anger,
dissolving, 
into acceptance and love.

we all need you to heal quickly
and be our guide. 
A voice from heaven
teaching us to love more, give more and forgive.
 
We all give thanks to the life you lived,
and the lives you brought into this world. 
We will all appreciate each other more,
a little more giving, a little more love, 
all inspired by the life you lived and left.


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Saved My Life

I went back into that dark, dark place 
Were demons dwell 
And 
Lives are taken away
But
Through the pain 
And 
Through the tears 
You were there and kept me near. 
You saved my life by loving me; 
Your silent strength was the key. 
Gentle touches and silent words 
Let me know that love was the cure. 
Depression is my evil curse, 
And 
When it planted the seed of death
Your love washed it away 
And
Gave me the strength
To seek the help I needed to keep it at bay. 
I’ve walked that dark path so many times 
I’ve done lost track, 
But 
Things have change 
And God’s given me a special tool 
To help me through, 
I have you and Joshua too, 
And 
Rooted deeper is the knowledge 
Both of you want me to stay a little longer. 
So like a drug addict that has lost their way
I start the road back to brighter days,
And
There are not enough words to say
I Love You 
In every way 
And 
May God bless us ever day.


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Betrayal Of The Soul

.
A
Young
Mother
Rocks baby
Singing  happy song
Love in its purity bonding
Daddy slips into the arms of another woman


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When i grow old

     When i grow old i will be glad
of the five braw weans im blessed to have
Gordon my oldest wise for his years
Kelly shes bolder but inside theres tears
Ashly my nightmare but i love her to bits
Sean has a laugh that has me in fits
Natasha the baby the wee cuty pie
I hope when she's older she gets a good guy
they are all so good looking no one can deny
and their all the apple of this mothers eye



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How Can We Hurt The Ones We Love

How Can We Hurt The Ones We Love?

How can we hurt the very ones that we love?
How can we easily neglect our God above?

It seems like I often heard about many victims
Many times, it’s from a loved one who’s been with them!

The hate and the anger that boils from deep within.
Often “boils over” toward our family and friends.

It’s the love of Christ that we need to find!
His love can totally cleanse our life and mind!

The hearts of many families are bruised and broken.
By the harshness of many of the words spoken.

If we would allow Jesus to rule and reign.
We’d have little reason to murmur or complain.

If we would yield our lives to the master’s will…
The emptiness and brokenness, he shall fulfill!

If we could allow ourselves to sit at Jesus’ feet…
He can make any family totally complete!

If we could just listen to what Christ has to say.
His words of life would brighten our day!

As a family…  Won’t you give HIM a chance?
And allow his love to change your circumstance!

Won’t you allow his spirit to bind you together?
You can experience his peace today and forever!

He can change your family throughout!
This is his will and what God is all about!

By Jim Pemberton


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Have You Been Hurt By Religion

Have You Been Hurt By “Religion”?

Are you tired of “religious people”
 knocking at your door?
You wish they’d leave...  “You can’t take it anymore!”

Have you been hurt by “church people” sometime in the past?
Somehow they hurt you...  And the pain continues to last…

Have you been “wounded” by something
 somebody has said?
Perhaps you wonder if “they wish you were dead…”

Perhaps there’s someone that you 
may have “befriended…”
They have done something that
 has hurt you and “offended.”

There’s probably many people that you wish would “go away.”
Because of something they’ve 
done to “darken your day.”

I’ve been there many times…  Believe me I know.
How someone’s actions or words can hurt your soul.

Even those who go to church are 
often not very kind.
And they don’t hesitate to 
give you “a piece of their mind.”

Religion is not the answer.  Look to Jesus 
and the life he gives!
He alone has the power to love
 and completely forgive!

It’s only in his shed blood that you can find atonement.
He can change your life now!  This very moment!

He can heal your broken heart and wounded spirit.
An everlasting joy and love...  He freely gives it!

He can do what no “church” or “religion” could ever do
He can restore your life today.  
And make you BRAND NEW!!!

By Jim Pemberton


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A Tree for Life


     Have you ever really looked at a tree?
     Have you ever thought of the ancient roots,
     Those that support it ... to behold its majesty?
     The boughs and limbs carry leaves oh, so green,
     We are again reminded of God's handiwork,
     When we see the budding exuberance ... come the early spring.
      They make us mindful of beauty by their quiet repose,
      They are willowy, and shade us from the harsh summer sun,
      Beneath their gentle sways ... we rest comfortably below.
      Fall ages them and their greens turn to brown.
      As winter's cold blasts blow upon them,
      Do we ever feel their plight ... as their leaves tumble down?
      
      Families are a personal and spiritual tree.
      Their ancient roots so long ago planted, 
      Grow in size and shape and form ... in gifted majesty!
      Generations of limbs and boughs support the child leaves, 
      In every new face God's handiwork,
      Radiant in the splendor of life ... each one of us receives.
      Time slowly ages each one to their own event,
      While we who remain here grow and love,
      Still remembering those whose winter ... we could not prevent.
      It is the strength of their memories we add to our own,
      They give us the values, insights, and perspective,
      Which we in turn pass on ... to the seeds we have sown.


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Little Long-Legs

Little Long-Legs
         by Amy Swanson

Running to me

           with big hugs
                     
                    and even bigger brown eyes


smile full of mischief

arms thrown around my neck

           --- almost choking me!--- 
                        *smile*

"I love you Mommy!"

                         my little "Long-Legs"

how fast you have grown.

Almost as tall 
           
                as your short mama

*but then that wouldn't take much*
                  --wink!--


I smile

     remembering a time

                when my little Long-Legs

                               ... my long-legged girl...

had little bitty
                     short legs
                                    just learning how to toddle around the house
                                                           (falling over!)

crawling faster than I could walk

            running to keep up with her...!...

                           purple baby food plums smeared across a happy smiling mouth

full of giggles

and smiles

with no idea how cruel this world can be;

pure innocence.

Pure contentment.

                       Oh how time flies.

She's nine next week

   birthday princess

toddler toys long gone;

she wants a bike

         so she can ride like the wind --

                       already the taste of freedom in her mouth

                                           already the feel of freedom in her spirit

another step...
       away from me.

        But she knows

          I will always

*and, somehow, forever*

  watch over my little girl
    
        even when she is no longer little.


She smiles at me

                  teeth slightly crooked

                                     hair brushed all by herself

and asks "Do you like my style?"

          already planning her fashion agenda

like every "big girl" does.


My almost-nine year old girl
 
  born on lucky clover day

       March 17th, 2000

the day she changed my life
             *my world*         
 
                      so grown up, so soon...

                                 and I know more is on the way.

What I don't know

         is how this mother's heart will fare

when one day she leaves.


You make my life complete

          sunshine girl

  full of tickles and giggles


I love you so, 
                     my little Long-Legs.


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Home

Serene and breath taking.
I close my eye's and what do I see?
Those blue Kentucky hills staring back at me.
The wind singing through the trees.
The murky lake water cold on my toes.
Soft blue grass beneath my feet, tears fill my eyes.
I am home, I am free.
Take a deep breath of that fresh country air,
dazzled by the wild stallion dancing throught the breeze.
The rain pours down like crystals from the sky,
caressing each petal to an orange glow as the sun slowly fades.
Music and singing  picking that guitar,
dirty jokes while the bud light quickly disappears.
Loving laughter over an open flame,
fresh fried cat fish and peach cobbler are to blame.
Look around everyone is here,
good laughter, good times, good cheer.
I close my eye's and what do I see?
My ole Kentucky home staring back at me.


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I Have To Forgive You

-to my mom... inspired by Nathan Fehr-

I have to forgive you
For what you have done
For what you didn’t do
For leaving me in gloom
Leaving us all wondering
If you would ever return
I have to forgive you
Because you can smile away everything
Because we need you
And love you
Sometimes I know 
That you would have stayed
If it weren’t for God’s intervention
You would have stayed with him
If you hadn’t been thrown out
And abandoned
We were your last resort
I understand
I do
But that doesn’t mean I am not hurt
I forgive you
For the worst and for the best
We are blessed
To have you back
Though we will never truly understand
What made you leave us all behind
I guess you really loved him
The loveless … I understand
You wanted to make someone happy
You wanted to fill that empty void
But by doing so
Others had to suffer
But you didn’t want us to suffer
You were just tired of it
Tired of doing everything
We were your last resort
We were abandoned
And you returned
With open arms
And tears of bitter sweetness
I have come to forgive you
Because if I don’t
There you will go again
Freed skyline pigeon
And I love you
So much
Please don't leave us
Let your wings rest 


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Cold, Clinical, Professional

After he was shot,
the doctor told her he would die,
he let her cry,
deep, heaving moans,
heart-wrenching groans,
pain that carried fear
beyond the realm of sorrow,
her son was certain to die by tomorrow,
the doctor hated himself during times like these,
she lost it as she fell to her knees,
cold, clinical, professional,
all went out the door,
the mother cradled like an infant on the floor,
nothing else he could say,
it was such a dark day,
but he didn’t turn away,
he was struck deeply by her pain,
her terror, her strain,
he couldn’t be cold, clinical, professional,
because times like this leaves an emotional stain.


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Unrequited Love

While transient love is all I yearn for now,
A state of panic engulfs as I imagine.
When my life takes a decisive turn
Hair white, wrinkled face and lack of sin. 

Will I see shadows of myself?
Will my contagious grime enthuse my sons?
Have I discovered my faults too late?
Can my heart endure those countless revolutions? 

Inhabiting my substance, torturing my world.
A life full of faults and guilt knotted.
I travel aimlessly for an ounce of peace.
Disturbed and heart so cruelly destructed.

My parents whom I did not revere,
Their love, I never answered.
Their forgiveness, I never asked for.
Those words of love, I always stammered.

Oh! Those heart beats, when I came hurt.
My letters, they never threw away.
Their magnificence, and my bag of sins.
A false remorse every single minute of the day.

Have I drowned in my own forever.
Or is this realisation a guide for the lost?
It’s never too late to ask for clemency.
Certainly not late to fulfil the unrequited love.

Forgive me for all I have done.
Let no one in this world have unrequited love.


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Die alone and born again

The man with the plastic bug in his head
monopolized my dreams last night
in the place that the horsefly of my dignity
finally surrender to the impresario without a fight.

Seven days and 7 hours transplanted in my memorabilia
reminding the rustiness of the purple child
flatterers danced beneath the clouds of melancholy
and morality spreader the master plan inside my mind.

The disinheritance of my immortality the final day
discouraged my desire to see the forbidden love
restored my will to escape
manipulated the deep of the uncertainty above.

Released from the plastic bug in my head
try to cover my yellow child in the purple sky
laughing,singing,whispering,playing
seven days and seven hours before he dies.


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To Emilie

Ever thoughtful and kind, you rejuvenate my days
Making me laugh and smile with your ever shining rays
In truth, you are amazing, so cheerful and so bright
Like a mind-boggling revelation, I can see a new light
I often find myself wondering why we never spoke before
Economics was rather boring, but we found an open door!

Dependently, I discovered one sun inside this darkened place
Invariably I understand that there is good within disgrace  
Caught inside the pains of life, your positivity has a power
Kept away from fear and sadness, you sweeten what is sour 
I cannot describe in mere words how much I appreciate you
Now I reach into the dark to find something so new
Somehow I will show the world what you have done for me
Onwards into friendship, our light they will surely see 
Never forget that you are awesomtastically brilliant, Emilie!


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' Trust, Is A Bridge ... '

Trust, Was A Bridge, Between Us
Now, Blown To Bits and Dust !
Scattered Upon Waters of Fear
Too Far Down, To Bring Near

Trust, Was The Bridge, Between Us
Tottering and Unsafe, Due To Rust
Its Base, Was Sinking and Cracked
Cables Snapped, No Getting Back !

Trust, Was A Bridge, Between Us
Used To Stand-Up To Raging Gusts !
We Could Cross Over To Either Side
Hold Onto The Girders … And Stride

Trust, Was The Bridge, Between Us
Repairing It Now … Is A Bust !
So, Can This RelationShip, Sail To Both Shoals
Build A New Bridge, With A Higher Toll ?

… Trust … Is A Bridge, Between Us
Guard It Well … This Time, Is A Must …


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Voices

They are all in my head, all day and all night
I hear them talking, telling me something's not right
They come from all directions, my ears never rest
recalling words from the ones I thought I knew best

My family my friends, those closet to me, telling
me things I refuse to see.
They've been buried within so long and so deep
like angry little children refusing to sleep

Some yell loudly, some whisper soft
they speak of the times and the dreams that were lost
and all these times I've refuse to hear, from people
and places I held so dear.

I've been so let down, my pride has been shattered
My heart has been broken, as if I didn't matter
It's a harsh lesson these voices within
makes me realize I've only one true friend
Thank you lord for opening my eyes, to people
that hurt me and tell me lies.
God's comfort and love will pull me through
from all the bad things these voices do.


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My Parents Did Their Best To Raise Me

My Parents Did Their Best To Raise Me As a child, my parents did their best to raise me. Teaching me about God, because they loved me! They taught me God’s ways,. This was their intention. They read the Bible, with an undivided attention. Each day I awoke. I was glad mom and dad where there. Especially when we gathered around the table in prayer. The many times we spent together I haven’t forgot. I’m so thankful for the Christian values taught. The values helped shape me into what I am today. And have helped keep me on “the narrow way.” I believe many of these values are being discarded. Even before many families are being started. A respect for God’s word seems to be a thing of the past. It’s no wonder many relationships don’t last. God’s principles must be our daily ambition. His love must be our rock and a TRUE foundation! We must seek his purpose and divine way of living. It’s HIS example that must be our way of giving! Giving to others kindness and love that binds us as one. Through the witness we have in Christ… His son! May God bless our hearts and homes in one accord. As we give our attention to Jesus Christ our Lord! By Jim Pemberton 10/01/11


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A Mother's Love

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


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My Gramps and Me and the Birds and the Bees

Walks we took, across the bridge and down the ridge we'd climb He'd catch himself to shorten steps, while I'd be stretching mine With fields to plow, and milking cows, yet he always made the time To make my days a memory, that I visit in my mind Those summer days, may have passed away, yet the love just lingers on How simple all the world seemed then, unfurled beneath the sun Together we would brew mischief, while chewing juicy gum We'd talk about most everything, and walk till light was gone I'd ask him things I'd pondered of...and he would give it careful thought He'd scratch his head, and then he said, "I'll give it my best shot!" He'd explain in words I understood, the answers I had sought "How many stars are in the sky?" ..."Well, Sugar Pie...A lot!!" "Where did I come from?" I asked, quite plain. His red-face quickly stunned! "Hmmmm...of all the questions you have asked,....this is a tricky one!" "You see my sweet, when two hearts meet, and two plus two is fun.... "You are the sum, that came from love....a prize your family won!" Oh, if I could choose a day from then .....from summers long ago... Where the sun was gold, the stream was cold, the bluer skies hung low And the quiet space...his whiskered face, and the love he could bestow We'd walk our pace, and beneath that place, where greener grass would grow....
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remember

When the world is bitter and cruel
remember my love i will comfort you.
When your heart is broken and lost
remember my love i will find you no matter what the cost.
When you have lost the will to go on
remember my love i will be the rock you can stand upon.
When the worries of  your heart become too much to bare
remember my love i will always be there.
with hope in hand and i will always love you no matter the cost
remember my love you will never be lost.


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Two Old Friends

Dusty roads and fresh grass
summertime rodeos approaching fast
riding with a friend down on sandbars 

A piece of hay hanging out of his mouth
though some trapped water, out the other side
I had forgotten this wonderful life

I still see some twenty year old boy helping me up
now a sixty year old man rides in front
pointing all the changes in the last five years

I could not believe what time I lost
4 am to a cowboy is not early enough
my pants soaking wet my boots fixed

We rode on down to his dads favorite spot
to meet God when the sun comes up
we turned to face it and did not say a word

God's spirit was the only thing we heard
as earth to air, and water to fire, met in the sky
right there two old friends prayed to God



 


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My Sister, My Friend

My sister my friend, 
Forever to be, 
My friend, my sister, 
For eternity.

No loss or distance, 
Can sever our hearts, 
For two joining souls, 
Can never part.

With undying love, 
And unbending trust, 
God saw to it, 
That this was a must.

To be together, 
Forever you see,
My sister my friend, 
For eternity.


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Bedroom Eyes

BEDROOM EYES    4-17-2013

I think you think I’m thinking something I shouldn’t;
That somehow I’d put you in a compromise.
You know I must be thinking something indecent,
Because I looked at you too long with my bedroom eyes.
 
I admit to giving you the old ‘once-over’.
If you think I’m being rude, I apologize.
But I’m not on the hunt for a one-night lover,
In spite of what you think you saw in my bedroom eyes.
 
(Chorus)
But when I look in your eyes, I see something to hope for:
Children, then grandchildren . . . maybe longer even more.
So if I look at you too long, I hope you’ll empathize--
There’s more than just desire in my bedroom eyes.
 
If you could read my mind instead of my gaze,
I think by then that you’ll come to realize
That I’m thinking about you in terms of decades.
I want to look at you for years with bedroom eyes.


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A Woman, With A Bucket

A seed was kept, by a pretty woman, in her pocket
As she goes, up and down the stairs, with a bucket

For nine long months, she has it, inside her pocket
Till she finally lost her strength to carry the bucket

When the seed popped up, from her maiden pocket
She promised herself, not to let it grow, in a bucket

Though, there is still great pain, in her worn pocket 
She continues, even she’s weak, to carry the bucket

To the man of her life, she entrusted him her pocket
Till she went broke, nothing left, but just her bucket

Worst, the conman planted a seed, inside her pocket
He left her, when she has nothing, but only a bucket

Times has passed, the woman has gained her pocket
Because of a strong-willed mind, to carry the bucket

She has a fine young man, the seed, from her pocket
He is matured and never felt ashamed, of her bucket

When the beloved Romeo learned, of her full pocket
He returned with promises, of help, to fill the bucket

Too late, his own seed, he had planted, in her pocket
Will not accept him, for leaving them, with a bucket

No more love for the man, who likes only her pocket 
Nor, for the man, who left them, because of a bucket

Will you pity the man, who has but an empty pocket?
Will you pity a woman, who carries her own bucket?

Will you hate me, if, I wish not to share my pocket?
Will you love me, if, I leave you with only a bucket?

Never rush to a person, who minds only your pocket
Nor, love a person, who has no guts to hold a bucket

For it is not so easy to be a seed, in an empty pocket
Nor easy to witness a mother carries a loaded bucket

She was a pretty woman, who once had a rich pocket 
Thou abandoned she gave her son a life, not a bucket









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Childhood Treasures

Entering the cave of a wide open mouth
Pulling on the slippery uvula 
Reaching for the nasal cavity
Taking a breath before leaping for the eye socket
Where I view the world that plows the field of future

Then taking dirt road veins to a house on 123 east Sycamore
          Where Under the bed in my room is a cranial box of treasure
                Opening the box exposes the parietal cortex

A single mother loving four children
A family of five on welfare
A mother in and out of the hospital
A ten year old boy visits mom on Sunday
       A confused orphan on Monday
A mother enters holy sleep at thirty-five years of age


I love you mom 
My son KJ often asks of you 
As I close this box and return to the dirt road of veins, now paved 
My moist cave will echo, only the love of a mother





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I miss my mother on special occasions in my life, and often wonder what things would be 
like if she still lived? However I have been blessed to have known her and I live a 
prosperous life for which I'm thankful for.....


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UMI my mother

Umi ... queen of hearts! Nature's rose. Giving me life's inspiration everyday. Upon your head I place crowned jewels.  My God .... blessed me with my mommy! Champion in my eyes... won deaths fight just to stay with me. God blessed the surgeon's hands who repaired your heart. My momma... here for me daily! Royalty gave birth to 3 Sarah, Latoya and... me. Momma ... there's nothing on this earth I wouldn't do for you! Praising the ground you walk upon and so does the concrete springing flowers at your feet. My mommy! Stronger then a force in the universe because when odds raise against you God has you in his best interest, granted another day of restoration! Mom... no words can describe this dedication! I just want the world to know that you are my everything, my soul motivation! Mother Earth to a nation. Happy Mother's Day!


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Immortality

Immortality

Thinking of all those nights
When we sang songs and shared dreams
Believing each of our life’s tunnels glimmered lights
Caresses me with uni-verse’s dazzling beams.

I have not lost it all since you were gone
I feel you in the communion of the galaxies
I know it’s not all foregone
Somewhere, somewhere you live in my soul’s palaces.

I’ll not mourn your departure no longer.
For in my recesses I know the truth of your living.
Extinction has swallowed itself in hunger.
Whole truth must I hold; I am believing.

Be at peace; do not hurt.
Smile some warmth on my winter days.
Unfetter the resounding pounding of your heart.
Echo your palate’s rhythm with cosmic rays.

With you there are no more ‘hellos’ and ‘goodbyes’.
Never would anyone say ‘I hate to see you go’
Nor ‘but I love to watch you leave’ lies.
You have embodied love immortal.

Know this that even in the darkest of moments,
We believe it will shine.
You and I through life’s torrents
Shall keep singing.

Copyright © Nsamu Moonga 2012


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Grow Not Too Tall

Grow not too tall nor so far away son
Plant not your tendrils deep in new ground
Thinking newness your past can now outrun
Stay in touch let your heart remain homebound

Tree too tall without deep roots falls subject
to any strong wind, let those roots remain
Planted in truth grow toward right_connect
With justice, let love's seeds grow don't constrain

Reach up to touch shining stars capture love
Reel it in let love flow through you to all
Love is key_even though at times unheard of
Remember God's Word don't be like King Saul

Don't grow to proud, high, mighty, arrogant.
Intellect_ learning _start to mightily flaunt 

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Pieces of Eternity (Seasons Finale)

Maybe it’s unacceptable 
Live a life capable of a true fable 
True friends never end 
But take you back to where it all began 
But hey misery gave us something to believe in 
Stress became a greater award as we achieved sin 
What could I say? Our savior died on a cross tough as pig skin 
Never once cried over the loss 
Forbidden fruit, Eden garden 
Excuse me, my lord, I beg your pardon 
And so what if these medics carry life in a carton 
But I ain’t trippin 
Simply because this is me until my dying day 
Please stop crying, you know I can’t stay 
I’m going to be the same until my dying day 
Over in that casket is where I’m trying to lay 
That’s right until my dying day 
True lost souls from the dark side 
Forever, we as mortals ride 
Peace is nothing, I fend for quiet time 
Rebels in riot lines 
Previous high school graduates 
Symbols of an adjective running toward fate 
True personality suffer the privilege of inmates 
How could you hesitate to ask 
There’s no stranger under this mask 
Lonely and unholy, who’s there to console me? 
I want to get away, forever restless 
You can see my similarities with the ocean 
I’m stress less 
Because this is me until my dying day 
Please stop crying, you know I can’t stay 
I’m going to be the same until my dying day 
Over in that casket is where I’m trying to lay 
My son, my friend 
We are but pieces of eternity 
Mesh on, mesh off 
Even at our best times we’re soft 
Who’s to say I’d regret my decision 
To lead a sinners life without God’s supervision 
On a one man mission 
And I know I don’t come around much 
Got my palms in reality 
Searching for something softer to touch 
Whisper in my ear, death makes me blush 
And Hell only flatters me 
One and one, through matter the winds scatter me 
I ain’t trippin, baby girl get off your knees 
You’re in the arms of a future me 
And I can’t see heaven from a distance 
Fire me over clouds like a piston 
Marching through blood 
But it’s all mud and water to Darkhouse 
Stand still let me mark my spouse 
Live my life as an outcast 
How could you even picture me at my last? 
Dear lord show some mercy on my followers 
Bless those that swallow dust to follow us 
No need to borrow sympathy 
Unforgiving sorrow made my enemies envy me 


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The BIble Is The Inspired Word Of God


The Bible Is The Inspired Word of God!

I heard someone say “the Bible was written by man.”
But there’s a truth I don’t think he understands.

God used man to simply be an “inspired instrument.”
This was more than some type of “experiment.”

God used many different people from various places.
He used them from both the Jewish and Gentile races!

Though the words spanned a long period of time…
They were written with all of us in mind!

It was as if God himself had taken the pen.
He spoke directly through different men.

All of the books are together with a common goal.
To bring the words of God to the common soul.

I would encourage to read the Bible for your direction.
Allow God’s words to daily be your inspiration!

Won’t you read from Genesis through Revelation?
You can learn about God’s gift of salvation!

The Bible speaks of God’s love and holiness too!
And speaks to the heart of how much HE LOVES YOU!

You can also learn about eternity in a heavenly mansion!
Your life can receive a blessed “abundant life expansion!”

Through the words of Christ, you’ll be blessed!
As you find in him a comfort and a haven of rest!

I invite you to read and apply God’s truth today!
And be transformed by what he really has to say!

By applying Biblical principles in how you’re living!
You’ll be blessed by the awesome words God is giving!

By Jim Pemberton  


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Crystal Clear

The window guys came to install the new glass. They took away the old glass that had become filled with moisture. The seals had failed, the result of nineteen years of Okanagan sun beating down on them. It's funny how we don't notice how things deteriorate over time, it happens so gradually, then one day you wake up and see and wonder why it took you so long to notice. I have had this happen with relationships so now I am ever vigilant when it comes to the ones I love. Unlike my windows I don't wish them to be replaced or perhaps I should worry that they may wish to replace me. The light is now shining into our home and as I look at my wife I smile and we look out the window together.  The view seems better with someone I love by my side.


Details | Haiku | |

Sweet Fragrance of Spring

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                      Grandma's vase waiting
                     on Mother's lace table cloth
                         for lilacs to bloom




_____________________
Inspired by Carol Brown's 
Haiku Waiting for Spring contest


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On her way

The princess calls me out tonight 
She looks so beautiful, strong and bright
Tears stream down my face 
As I look at my darling with her shining knight

taking her away 
shes so beautiful today 
I know he'll love you till the end 
Forever, we'll be friends

Baby, Its hard to see you go 
Leaving us for this young lad
You wont be around, but i'll be glad 
You deserve more than this whole world 
Show mummy everything you hold

My darlings leaving 
to start her life
I can tell you, this one thing 
She will be the most amazing wife

taking her away 
Shes so beautiful today 
I know he'll love you till the end
Forever, we'll be friends


Details | I do not know? | |

For Cory Decker

His love is deep and desperate.
He's crying out her name.
She once showed him affection, 
but now she causes all his pain. 

A broken heart never mended, 
and promises never kept, 
his mind grew painful and insane
as he laid silently and wept.

You can't pour out your whole heart
into a love based on a lie.
You're simply running in a circle, 
if you're the only one who tries.

"We're here for you, call any time."
said all loved ones of his.
But no one else could ease his pain, 
this girl he strongly missed.

He tied the rope around his neck
and reached out for her love, 
but she rejected once again, 
and fate gave him a shove.

Was death really his intention?
Or did it go too far?
No one on this painful earth
will see into his heart.

But he leaves behind a legacy, 
a shining little girl.
May she be blessed with a heart that’s pure
in this cruel and painful world.





*Note*
Cory Decker, My man's best friend, and my best friends man, passed away on May 24, 
2008, suicide, something none of us ever saw coming! He was a great friend, and a loving 
father to his daughter, Jaden, only 5 months old at the time, who is now a happy smiling, 
almost 2 year old Princess!


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MAMMA ANNA MADE THE BEST BABBA' AL RHUM

Mamma Anna made the best Babba' al Rhum,
you should have seen me how it made me slightly drunk;
and jumping and screaming I danced to the beats of a drum...
then grandma joined in and she sang a classical song!


And the sweet cream was on my lips and cheeks, 
the Babba' al Rhum was delicious and I topped it with chocolate;
everybody began shouting, "It came from Paris,
but we Neapolitans reinvented it by improving its shape and taste!"


Mamma Anna made the best Babba' al Rhum, soaking it in that liqueur much longer;
and Papa' always told me to eat more of it...saying with a suppressing laughter,
"It's a man's dessert, after you eat it, you'll be strong!"
Oh, did he really tell me the truth? No, he was wrong!


It's so very sad that they aren't here,
and I am eating pretzels and drink a beer,
the harmony that stirred their passion can't possibly return...
as they danced on the terrace to celebrate the day I was born!


Mamma Anna knew how to make the best Babba' al Rhum,
and I licked the dripping rum with my finger...not my tongue!
She spoke calmly...when she should have gotten mad and picked up a broom;
no, she was never mean and rude, or ever said to me, " Go to your room!"


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Today ( In loving memory of my stepmum Jem) who had terminal cancer.

What's most inportant in life?.... today
not tomorow but now,
Now is for living, loving, giving...today
yesterday has memories good and bad
but today is for you and Dad.
You see people rushing, pushing, shoving
everyone in a hurry,
wishing the time away.
If only they would stop and think
they're wishing their lives away,
I want to stop them and say
tomorow is not inportant,
live for ....today
That's what's inportant, 
they should stop and think
It is today that matters,
Every day there is new life
in leaves and flowers
We must enjoy every waking moment
To wake up to the sun shinning through the windows,
the warmth it brings
the birds that sing
children laughing
people chattering
smiling.
Jem you are in our thoughts each day
you are very special, 
so go on live for .......TODAY and TODAY
and TODAY and TODAY and TODAY............................


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Today Is Terrible----

The cracked spine of
the book I dropped
at the call.
A chip in my
windshield left by a
pompous *?#@! in a
red sports car as I
drive to the
service.
Rain expectorating
from an ashen sky as
the dirt is turned.
Today is terrible.
Though this is less
terrible than the
crack in grandma’s
spine from her fall
down the stairs.
The chip in her
amazingly smart mind
after eighteen years
as a teacher.
Tears running,
dripping from my
Mothers ashen face
as she cries “My
mama’s dead.”
Today is terrible.
Though this is less
terrible than the
cracked family
emotions left raw
and empty.
The chip in Grandpas
numb mind at the
gathering… “Where is
Irene she should be
here?”
Faces gone ashen
with dread, do we
leave him numb or
remind him that his
wife is dead?
Today is terrible.
Though this is less
terrible than the
empty silences,
missing the jokes
Grandma used to
crack.
Grandma’s laugh and
her endless smile
which always exposed
that tooth with the
chip in it.
Without her the
world has become
empty, bleak, and
ashen.
Today is terrible.

                   
                   
                   
          Summer
Gratias


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A Billet-doux

After a year of working in foreign land, Marilyn the eldest daughter wrote to her family about her situation and job. And most especially to express her true feeling to her family.
Dear Mama, 
 
On the time that I left you
I cannot control the tears
Flowing in my eyes
I couldn't see you directly
And it continues to flow
When you said that time
"I will miss you"

Albeit I do not want to leave you
but my feet forcing me to go
because of our dilapidated house, 
slanting post, to have something 
to eat at least three times a day
and most especially to give
all your needs and wants in life

That's why I'm working hard
scrubbing the floor, cooking, 
caring the children and doing 
all the household chores
It seems I am a carabao
that almost no more sweat will fall. 

In the evening I tried to dance
In the middle of the smokey bar
With the twinkling sundry of lights
Touching my legs and breast
Just to allure the customer
In order for me to earn. 

You know one time Mama
I forgot to wipe the table
And when my Boss noticed it
He shouted angrily and he said
"You're such a b*st*rd"
I've just smiled at him 'coz
I don't know what he meant
Especially there is no dictionary here.

But you have nothing to worry 
With me my beloved Mama
I bought your favorite make-up kit,
Spaghetti dress and high heels
To my Papa, I bought him 
a very expensive liquor and cigarettes
to baby I have also a toy gun
and two boxes of Toblerone and Hersheys 
to my Lola and Lolo, to my Ate and Kuya
I have also a gift for them. 

I am doing this just for all of you
In order for us to eat three times a day
To give all your wants and needs in life
And most especially to show to 
All of you how much I love you
That I am ready to give my life 
And to suffer for you
Mama "If you just only knew
How much I love you."

With Love And Care, 
Marilyn


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Do You Have Movies And Magazines That Don't Belong In Your Home


I visited a garage sale.  And had a 
surprised look on my face.
I noticed that some things
 were "out of place."

To my right... Was a shelf filled with books.. 
And Christian ones too.
To my left...  Was a sign that read; 
"I have adult movies for you."

I wondered and thought with 
some kind of amazement.
"Does this person read these books. 
 And watch this "entertainment?"

This is common in many Christian homes...
Often...  People cross God's 
"boundaries" and "safety zones."

Anyone can go to church. 
 Pray, sing and "shed a tear."
Not realizing that sin's temptation
 is drawing ever so near.

Do you seek God's holiness and the 
power of Jesus' name?
But each night...  Before bedtime... 
 Things aren't quite the same...

Have you opened up your heart 
and mind...  And live life unfulfilled?
Is this the way you ought to live? 
 Is this what God has willed?

He desires to live inside of you.
  And help you to discover.
With any stronghold in life.  He'll help you to recover!

Are things in life "out of place?"  
And need to be put back together?
Allow God's word to guide you!  
His promises are forever!

Everything will be where it should be...  
With Jesus In control!
Only he can defeat the enemy that 
seeks to destroy your soul!

By Jim Pemberton


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" The Life Of Me " page 1 of 2

My name is James, born 1961
In Inverness, a small Scots town
To my father Andrew, and my mother Beryl
And Billy my brother, a pair of devils
 
In 67, we woke one night
Our house was ablaze, full of orange light
Our neighbour next door, for whatever reason
Started a fire, it must be crazy season
 
We had too move to a caravan park
By this time it,s three, to make a new start
My mother Beryl decide to leave
But the three of us left, never bothered to grieve
 
In the next few weeks, we ended in court
Two small children, in a marriage abort
We were asked to choose either Dad or Mum
But we ignored the parent, who went on the run
 
As we left the court, to start a new life
We felt sorry for Dad, as his illness was rife
He never told us that he was unwell
It would upset one of his boys, as the future will tell
 
Then came the night all parents dread;
Being told one of his boys is nearly dead
We were going to a boys club, on a Monday night
My brother was running so far out of sight
 
I turned the corner to see him ahead
No!! he's been hit by a van, Boom's  Boom's dead
I ran to my father, sreaming and crying
I'm finding my life,at 7 - far too trying
 
After the funeral, and with my father unwell
We left Inverness, our eyes a swell
To go as two, and not three as before
It's like Mother Nature closed a door
 
So we headed west, to a place called Fort William
Was it in the stars, cause Billy " is " William
We moved there, as the air was so pure
Hoping my father will find his cure
 
For whatever reason, we left the above
We found no Angel or peaceful dove
So we headed back to Inverness
Fathers health decreasing, life still a stress
 
Over the next few years, i was fostered and loaned
In couples houses and children's homes
It was really strange in all those places
Different people, different faces

Then on the 16th of Feb - 76,
James, i was told, your dads very sick.
The cancer had taken your father away
To be with Billy, where you'll join them one day

In 77, i joined the Navy, as i promised my dad you see. 
I did'nt enjoy it, i decided to leave 
Back up north, where my futures to be 
I wanted to have, what my parents had lost 
And that was my aim, no matter the cost

see page 2 of 2, ty..


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


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Mama's Song

I wander through my journey, interspersed with joy and pain, always grateful 
Though not by choice, some days are somber; yet others follow with abundant joy
In my solitude, memories come alive with the recall of some old song from another time
When life was carefree in everyway! No worries and not one care!
First heard as a child; the title now lost to me, so I’ll call it "Mama’s Song"
It’d start off soft and slow; its rhythm smooth, graceful, incredibly beautiful!
Then lingering on my mind, gently reviving memories lost somewhere in yesterday
It’d calm my spirit, take me away- away from countless, mundane tasks
All necessary things, but they arrest my days, imposing, threatening, vying for attention

There’s a constant battle that rages within, and I often ask, “Should I lay down this burden  
of joyless pursuits which hinder valid expressions from my heart?  Should I?
And to what profit?  Surely monetary gain is a necessity, but at what cost to my spirit??
Were I guardian only to myself, I’d simply choose to live lean somewhere by the sea
I would cast my net for food, and barter for grain and herbs.  However, the compass is set
So, I escape in the melodies, with my eyes closed, and fly high, above this terrain
Sailing on the massive wings of a Condor, unafraid; over rugged pathways and
Jagged edges of mountains that rise above the seas, far away from this place of constant 
weariness, on my way to a place more tranquil, somewhere in yesterday
I hover over rivers that give life to green valleys below, quite an amazing view to see!
Like black velvet ribbons they meander through the changing landscape
At an angle they shimmer like fine crystal in the afternoon sun, and in one breath,
I am there! At Mama’s feet, studying her as she sews dresses for my sisters and me 
I watch, I listen to her, softly singing; feel her contentment and peace through the song
Never complaining, never too tired to go beyond the call, to love and care for family 
Teaching by example, using less words, her quiet spirit, ever steadfast, strong
Those times when I feel I can not go on, when afraid I'll falter, I still hear the the melody 
and "Mama's Song"!

Note:  For Mama - Thank you for putting us first! For the many lessons learned which we nowteach our children.  RIP w/Papa!!


Details | Rhyme | |

holokauston Page 1 of 2

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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Country Life

The corn keeps growing taller every day 
Cut a maze through the stalks for the kids to play 
Me and you in the hammock gently we sway 
This is how we grow in a country kind of way 

Come out to the country, where dreams are made 
Come sing me a love song, a sweet serenade 
Come to me, my darling, you will be amazed 
Come to my heaven, where families are raised 

The sun in the sky, gentle breeze in the air 
All nature's beauty, for everyone to share 
The days are much nicer, the nights all are clear 
Out in the country, all our cares disappear 

Come out to the country, where dreams are made 
Come sing me a love song, a sweet serenade 
Come to me, my darling, you will be amazed 
Come to my heaven, where families are raised 

No smog in the air, just smoke from our bonfire 
No phones or electricity disrupting our choir 
All it takes to live, is love for life and desire 
Out in the country where our corn grows higher


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A Little Hill in Arlington

A Little Hill in Arlington

There’s a little hill in Arlington
Where no bodies are interred
Yet crosses dot the hillside
And Taps are sometimes heard

Unlike the Unknown Soldier
With “unknowns” in the ground
This little hill in Arlington
Is for soldiers never found

I grew up without a father
He was gone when I was four
Flying for the Air Force
Back in the Korean War

His plane was ore’ the Azores
When communications ceased
The search went on for days and days
They never found a piece

My mother raised four children
Each day she learned to cope
She said until a body’s found
We’d never give up hope
The years went by just waiting
And my mother, bless her soul
Held on until her very end
To a grieving widow’s role

For fifty years we children
Had no resting place for Dad
No gravesite and no marker
No closure ever had

Then on little hill in Arlington
Where no bodies are interred
We raised a simple white cross
Dad’s Taps were finally heard

My big sister got the folded flag
And we all shed the tears
That had been bottled up inside us
For all those fifty years

Now Dad, he has a resting place
With other fallen sons
On a quiet little hillside
Right here in Arlington
 


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I'm So Thankful That Christ Saved Me


I’m So Thankful That Christ Saved Me!

I’m so thankful that Christ chose to save me!
I’m grateful for the life that he gave me!

I’m so thankful for extending his warm embrace!
And for planting my life on a solid place!

I’m so thankful for all that God is doing!
His spirit in my life is what he is renewing!

I’m thankful for the opportunity to be 
one of his own!
I ask for his blessing in my life
 and home!

I’m forever grateful for his sacrifice
 on the cross!
He is my hope!  When all seems
 hopeless and lost!

Thank you my Lord for being so gracious to me!
You have given me your grace abundantly!

Thank you Jesus for being my friend!
How I love you again and again!

You are the one that I cherish and adore!
You’ve given me hope and peace 
and so much more!

By Jim Pemberton    


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Sins and Virtues

Infinity - The name of the planet in which 
the story takes place.

Eternity - The name of the main continent in which the 
story takes place.

Lust - The wife of Greed and the mother of
Anger.  She is a slut and a prostitute.  
Her husband Greed is her pimp.  Lust has 
an affair with Hatred and becomes 
pregnant.  She gives birth to Anger.  Lust 
is best friends with Envy.

Greed - The husband of Lust, older brother 
of Envy, and the stepfather of Anger.  
Greed is Lust's pimp.  He is a pimp, 
corrupt politician, gangster, and a dirty 
businessman.  Greed is Pride's right hand man.

Hatred - The father of Anger and Cruelty.  Hatred has 
an affair with Lust.  She becomes pregnant and gives
birth to Anger.  He also has a fling with Envy she
becomes pregnant and gives birth to Cruelty.  Hatred rapes Love.  
Hatred is a cold calculated killer, assassin, and 
terrorist.

Love - The wife of Loyalty, mother of 
Kindness, and the older sister of Truth.
Love is raped by Hatred.  She is a 
humanitarian and a healer.

Loyalty - The husband of Love and the 
father of Kindness.  He gets revenge on 
Hatred for raping Love.  Loyalty is a 
soldier and a warrior.

Anger - The son of Lust and Hatred. Anger is
the half brother of Cruelty.  He is 
best friends with Ignorance.

Kindness - The daughter of Love and 
Loalty.

Envy - The younger sister of Greed and the mother of 
Cruelty.  Envy has a fling with Hatred she becomes
pregnant and gives birth to Cruelty.  She is 
best friends with Lust.

Pride - He is a monarch and the ruler of all 
the sins.

Truth - The younger brother of Love, the 
husband of Faith, and the uncle of 
Kindness.  He gets revenge on Hatred for 
raping Love.

Faith - The wife of Truth.


Sloth - The wife of Gluttony and the 
mother of Ignorance.

Gluttony - The husband of Sloth and the 
father of Ignorance.

Ignorance - The son of Gluttony and Sloth.  
Ignorance is blind.  He is best friends with 
Anger.

Knowledge - The younger brother of 
Understanding and Wisdom.

Understanding - The brother of 
Knowledge and Wisdom.  Understanding 
is a teacher.

Pride - He is a monarch who rules over all 
the sins.

Darkness - The name of the country where 
the sins live.

Wisdom - The oldest brother of 
Knowledge and Understanding.  He is a 
monarch who rules over all the virtues.

Cruelty - The daughter of Envy and Hatred.
She is the half sister of Anger.

Tranquility - The name of the country where the virtues
live.

Written by Keith Edward Baucum 


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" I HAVE A DREAM !!!"

I have a dream
That I'll get another,and better job
I have a dream
That I'll have a 5 bedroom house with fireplace
I have a dream 
This house will have 4 1/2 bathrooms
I have a dream
I'll have a fishing pond in the back yard
I have a dream
I'll own lots of fishing equipment
I have a dream
My kids will finish school
I have a dream 
All my kids,and grand kids-dreams will come true
I have a dream
My grand-kids will finish school as well
 I have a dream
That I'll be able to start them all a bank account
I have a dream
To own the vehicle of my dreams a Hummer
I have a dream 
To own a nice pick-up truck
I have a dream
To take at least a week vacation with the love of my life
I have a dream
To make all the love of my life dreams come true
I have a dream
To go to the beach for the very 1st time
I have a dream
To not owe any debts
I have a dream
To be able to pay my tithes,and offering every Sunday
I have a dream
To spend lots of quality time with my mom
I have a dream
To be able to give mom a few thousand dollars
I have a dream
To go to any restaurant I never been to before
I have a dream
That I'll be able to help the homeless,and the poor
I have a dream
To have Uncle John a new water well dugged,better electricity,and trailor
I have a dream
That I'll hit it big with my poetry
I have a dream 
I'll be known world wide because of my poetry
I have a dream
All drugs,alcohol.cigarettes,and diseases will disappear
I have a dream
That all things that are not of God will go away
I have a dream
That every race will get a long
I have a dream
That gas prices will drop quiet a bit
I have a dream
To own some suits to wear to church
I have a dream
To live a long,and happy life
I have a dream
With no surgeries,or medication I will loose 200 lbs
I have a dream
To be all God wants me to be
I have a dream
I'll be able to make donations to charity
I have a dream
To go to my 1st family reunion
I have a dream
To meet my favorite wrestler The Undertaker
I have a dream
To lead songs in a popular choir
I have a dream
To see my Savior face to face
I have a dream
To hear him say well done my good,and faithful servant.


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Steal The Show

As I looked upon my Daughter Michaela it was clear to see
Two big beautiful blue eyes were looking back at me 

When I got home from Prison and she was 5 days old
Speaking of holding the warm after absorbing the cold

The happiness of childhood was looking up to see
A little bundle of love that was looking inside of me

She would lie upon my chest and then she would fall out
I think safety in her daddy’s arms is what that was all about

She had a beautiful smile as well as a beautiful glow
As I looked at every tiny finger and every little toe

Then when she opened up her eyes everybody knew
“Just take a look at those blue eyes she looks just like you”

No ones knows where life may lead but I know in my heart 
Made my end then started again so this baby would have a start

From the darkest night to the brightest light I can help her Soul
Perhaps in the overall scheme of things that always was my goal

I don’t think things are ever quite that easy, only thing I know
When it comes to beautiful babies, my little girl steals the show

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Written for the Beautiful Babies Contest.


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Son

From the exact day your Daddy 
said we'd conceived You
Exactly nine months, to the day, 
we retrieved you

It is said You are so much like him
It's a wonder that I was even there

What is a "spitting image" do tell
Because I wouldn't want it 
in my mouth to begin with 

I thought Sons were supposed 
to look like their Daddy's
After all, they're born out of Love
Or did I miss something, somewhere
                   God Bless


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unsaid thoughts

Lord, lay me down gently in the cold cold ground.
Put me where I once trod freely, a spirit unbound,
akin to the bird and the water fowl.

Let the spring breeze announce another soul heaven bound,
while the gift my mother gave, lies molding in the cold cold ground.

Let my kin cry a while and a while
then wipe their tears with a smile.

Let them contemplate love and family and what it is they have never found.
Let them look, oh Lord, look--before they too find a place in the cold, cold ground.

What lies behind is what once was ahead, a figment of the human mind.

Let me ride the road to glory, let me peel the larder's rind.
Let me sit beside my loved ones, eternally sublime.
Let me not regret my being, nor that I had to leave.
Let me go, let me go friend, I know what I believe.

And I believe, oh, I do believe, He I talk to is real.
For in his own way, he makes me feel what I feel.

All that I do and say, and love, 
All that I am and am part of:
For my love of Him, will they also find- -
peace, joy, happiness, and forgiveness. 

It is so because He told me it is so, bound
by His promise, I carry  with me into the cold, cold ground.

And when she lies beside me, only then will, I be complete.

Two spirits merged, amo amas amat--yes I love, 
I have loved and I shall love.  
I am loved, I shall be loved, I will have been loved.

The great mystery: I am one, she is one and we are one,
something which will not change though the ground be cold,
though the winds blow, the tide rises and the sun falls from the heavens.

As surely as, I have lived and I have died.
As surely as, I have laughed, worried and cried,
putting all other good and wonderful things aside,
I will lay in the cold, cold ground with my bride.

While for now, in this earthly form we linger, awaiting the final surrender
to the great “I am”, the Prince of Heaven glorified.
Amen, Amen and Amen

April 2012 Charles Henderson/Thanks for the help Debra Guzzi--
the layout looks great.  


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Quit That Tapping

like the raven 
who taps taps upon 
your chamber door
do not fret my Virginia
for it's my shadow
moving across the floor
this is what I'm telling you my darlin
and nothing more

beneath lattice
I still call your name
come to me virginia
come hear the tap tap 
upon your chamber door
for only you my love 
I surrender and never more

wind howls in blanket snows
here I stand so all alone
broken hearted and misconstrued
my Virginia who lies under stars and moon
just a tap tap upon your chambers door
tis I and nothing more

tales of hidas truth
blackbird sings harps cords
just like the tap tap upon your chambers door
my sweet Virgina whom I adore
for there'll be love waiting and nothing more

as I lay right next to you in this tomb
I counted only seven who have even knew
the times of this raven who 
tapped tapped upon your chambers door
twas only I and will be never more


Tribute To Edgar Allen Poe
And His Young Bride Virginia
Also To His Poem The Raven


Details | I do not know? | |

Our Daughter - Woman Extraordinary

From the moment You were born
We knew You were Special
Just had that Special Spark For Life
Daughter


You strove to be better than Your peers
From the earliest ages
You always learned from others mistakes
So You wouldn't have to go through the same ones too
Our Daughter - Woman Extraordinary

You're always trying to better Yourself
I'm sure You'll Succeed
In all of Your Endeavors
You've accomplished much more in Life
Than I ever saw for Myself
A Musician, Writer, Accountant and Wife
Our Daughter - Woman Extra Ordinar'
                   God Bless


Details | Blank verse | |

Corazón Propio

I often find myself in the same situation 
As a life guard
Who dives into the water 
To save a swimmer. 
She can save herself from drowning, 
But she's content with letting the tide 
Determine the outcome.

Don't forget.
There is always that little boy 
Who walks down the road 
Who will save the wheat from the weeds. 
Let him. Please, for his sanity.

And if thee feelst
That thee art beyond
The young boy's grasp, 
Reach out. 
For he knows. 
The boy wants more for his estrella bonita, 
Than his corazón propio.


Details | Rhyme | |

Little Child Of Mine

Little child of mine Woven from Gods sensualist vine Lochs of silken soft curls I give thanks because you're my little girl You were sent special from Heaven above Arrived to me on the wings of a dove Each day I watched you grow and grow Never forgetting to kiss your fingers and toes Skin so soft tan and pure Loved your kisses that you had smeared Bedtime stories I did tell you Had stopped my heart from feeling blue Wish I'd had never given you up Was noble and had filled your Father's empty cup You will always be in my heart Being away just rips me apart As you become a young lady soon I hope your heart will still have some room So little child of mine I hope you'll remember me next time For I did not want it ever this way As the Lord now hears me cry each day Tribute To My Little Angel Jenny Rose


Details | Free verse | |

This Is My Line

Family is a noun,
One that connects 
Me to you.
Bound by blood
And DNA.

I looked up
To you.

I thought you were
My heroine,
Come to save me
From the aches and pains
That rocked me
To the bone

Far more than what was known,

To sweep me away
From all my
Nightmares and fears
	Monsters and tears
That were all too real
To deal with in the 
Daylight.

Let alone the 
Twilight.

You were a monument
Of beauty and grace
Strength and compassion.

Everything I could ever 
Hope to be.

But then 
I started to see
Past the cracks
Of your porcelain face,
Behind your false grace, 
Deep down where
You truly lay.

And I realized
How little I knew 
Of the true you
Besides the bad habits
That you keep
When you refuse
To eat.

And when I hear you
Scream and weep,
    Gone is the strength 
    You used to keep, 
As you try to 
Convince yourself
That her love is true.

Because you love her too. 

And I realized
Love is a verb.
One I hadn’t seen you
Act upon in quite
Some time.

Show me,
Don’t tell me.

Because as you claim
That you love me
And you love her too
There comes a time
Where you have to draw 
A line between
The word and 
The action.

Because you don’t 
Know me either.

You know I will be 
There at your 
Beck and call
	Wreck and bawl,

But you refuse 
To hear a word
Or try to see into 
My mind
The way I try to see
Into yours.

It’s not revolution
I ask for.
It’s simply evolution.

As I hear your cries
For help
I’m suffocating softly,
Because I know 
It’s not help you seek.
It’s pity.

And it’s a pity,
Cause I’m out.

Now it’s time for
The kid in me to
Grow 
Up.

You were once
My heroine.

Now I can see that 
You don’t even care 
Enough to be my
Villain. 


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

The visit

As the train came into the station,
I realized I wasnt supposed to be here
And
As the passengers boarded,
My grandfather appeared.
How is this possible?, i thought to myself.

He's been dead for years,
As it put me to tears.

White light shown bright through the window touching my face
And
When i opened my eyes everything became clear.
It was all just a dream.
I had nothing to fear.

He just came back to say Hi and I've missed you, My Dear.




By Dina Scalia


Details | I do not know? | |

If You Only Knew

If you only knew how i felt about you
You wouldn't treat me like you do 
If you love me like you say 
Why do we get to arguing everyday
I guess thats the way love goes
No one ever really knows 
If you want me,take me
It's the only way you'll get me maybe
I have a lot of things on my mind
But you seem to have me in a bind
That doesn't mean you have me on lock 
That just means no one can block 
The love i have for you is power
It just don't come and go in a hour
You got some really good i guess you think you do
But only if you knew


Details | Couplet | |

Our Grandmother's Blessings

So many trials seem to be filled up with so much fear
So many ask, “Oh Dear Lord, what am I doing here”?

So many questions that I have come to know
If we just plant a seed, with water it will grow

I have a natural green thumb that now is wasting away
Along with a mind that does love to go out and play

Times I still ask, “How did this all came to be”
What was it that my wife was able to see in me?

She says that my heart was the most beautiful around
It still blows me away, for I clearly remember the sound

Her voice was so soft, her tone was so sweet
I was nothing less than pure evil upon two feet

Had been years since anything had took me by surprise
Ice cold is what the rest of the world had seen in my eyes

I looked at her smiled and laughed in my cold convict way
She smiled and said, “Why you want to be mean anyway”

I told her, “I reckon we are all born to just what we are”
She said, “So why are you a dope cook instead of a star”

That question stopped me right there dead in my tracks
I thought, “This girl is a looker but God she is whacked”

Last night her and I sat out underneath the moon
Two very blessed souls swinging in our sliver spoon

Just a little swing we built together out in our back yard
Place to just sit back and rest after a day long and hard

I once again ask her, how in the world could you ever know?
 “My Grandmother was preacher, I could see her in you soul”

Which led me to speak out my truth for I learned to not lie
"My grandmother was also in yours, answering the entire “Why”

Grandmothers we respected and held above all others 
Brought each of us together in the land born of lovers

Two Grandmother Spirits full of pure heavenly delight
Led their grandchildren into the valley born of the light

Now here we sit holding each other, each other high above
Because we share in the blessing of our Grandmothers love


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Toni and I had lost our Grandmothers before we had ever met
though I knew of hers because she was a very powerful lady
and a down home speak in tongues Pentecostal Preacher that
had great respect up in these parts. After all these years we 
confided in each other that we could see our grandmothers in
each others eyes. Thank you and God Bless, MJ


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Belly Time

Our hearts were filled with joy,
   when we found out it’s a boy.

We called everyone we knew,
   as my wife’s belly grew.

The days begin to fly,
   as the time was growing nigh.

I talked to my son at night,
   through her belly with delight.

This special moment of mine,
   I like to call it belly time.

Sang him songs and read him books,
   as my wife gave me funny looks.

Crazy as it may sound,
   my connection was profound.

Couldn’t wait for the day,
   to hold and teach him to play.
   
This was my time with my son,
   unborn but a lot of fun.

By: Nathan Bane Leccese
© All Rights Reserved 05/21/09

*Inspired by Deborah Guzzi’s contest “You Must Have Been a Beautiful Baby.”


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You Haven't Left

You haven’t left my heart
You haven’t left my mind
I’m just trying
To give you some time
Something happened in your life
You don’t care to explain
Or just can’t talk about
Until you feel the time is right
It’s o.k. my friend
I can understand
Just don’t think of my silence
As coming from an uncaring heart
For I would freely give
All that I’ve got and am
To be by your side
To be your confidant
For you mean much more to me
Than a simple hello
Or kiss in the night
You’re the very hope
That brings light into everyday
And I’ll be there for you
In any way that you allow
You’re not just a hand to be held
A touch to be felt
Or a pleasure conquered 
You’re the very hope
Of what life could be
Were I to be the one
To win your heart
So while you take this walk
Know it doesn’t have to be
Or really isn’t alone
For you haven’t left my heart
You haven’t left my mind
And should you need or care to reach
My hand is always here


Details | Light Poetry | |

' Boot-Legged Mama '

Mama and Daddy was always Love-Dovey
She is His Sweetheart – He is Her Honey
First Love… Real Love  -  Forever True
Pa… I Pray to find A Man Like You…

Daddy Laughed and Put His Arm Round My Shoulder
And Said, “I’ll Tell You Somethin’, Now You’re Older
It’s got to do with Your Mother’s Fame
And Why I gave Her, The Nickname…

               … Boot-Legged Mama

                  Boot-Legged Mama
Blue-jean Shorts and Vintage Tony Lama
Walked thru the Door… of A Liquor Store
… Packaged so Pretty… Pa Just had to Pour

               … Boot-Legged Mama

Ma… Was there, to get 6-packs for A Party…
Pa… Was there, ‘cause of a Taste for Bacardi
He took One Look and Knew He Couldn’t Waste Her
Pa… Gave-up ‘Drank’… Just so He Could Chase her !

Dad, Said, ‘He’d Drowned in Dark-Eyes and Sweet-Aroma
Fine-Wine, Crystal… But Tuff’ Nuff’ to Down-Drama
Pa Claims, Mama’s Labeled by the F.D.A.
And Listed on Her Driver’s License is,  A.K.A.  …

               … Boot-Legged Mama

                  Boot-Legged Mama
 Genuine Woman, Who Made Him Wanna’
Take Her to be His Lawful Moonshine
… Married at Midnight – ‘cross The County-Line

               … Boot-Legged Mama

Alcohol’s in Trauma;  and Prohibition Told Her:
"Boot-Legged Mama… Done Drove Pa Sober !"
Now, Homemade-Hooch… is His Acquired Taste
180 Proof… Kicked All Over His Case !

Right Then, Mama Flowed into The Room
Pa, Teased and Said, “Still Full-Bodied and Perfumed !
Ma Hugged Us, then Handed Me – Old Boots and A Dress…
    (and good advice)… “Go Git’ My Elliot Ness…

               … and be a Boot-Legged Mama!

( Hey !... Did I Hear Somebody, In A Country Drawl ….
          Order Up A Bottle of Kicking Alcohol !
         Well, Here She Is… Y'all ! ...
                  Boot-Legged Mama ….

Well John (Moses) Freeman... You Said You Needed
Somethin' :)  to Read tonight, before kicking up your
heels...  Well, Here It Is (Have Fun - Son)

MoonBee 

 (Thank You For All Your Wonderful Comments
Now, I Can't Get Thru The Door for My Ego.. (Smile)


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Kylarr

For My Son Kylarr Shane Brown

Kylarr is my life

Kylarr is my love 

Kylarr is my world 

Kylarr is my joy

What i do i do it for him

Kylarr is my life

Kylarr is my love

Kylarr is my world

Kylarr is my joy

He's my son and I love him

He is so sweet and everyone wish they had a son like him 

Kylarr

Vanessa N Brown

Copyright ©2005 Vanessa Brown 
 


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Freedom from the Wall

Clouds unite
they end all fight
darkness prevails
the bride with no veil
to see with no eyes
why do we despise
as the world does turn
our minds they do churn
thinking too much
my mind loses clutch
and the wall does grow
so high i cannot throw
my words at your mind
they fall short then behind
frustration sets in
as the sun goes to fin
the darkness will win
not i as this is my sin
i will glance with no stare
find the pain that is there
and the wind will be fair
as it carries my prayer
one day you will feel
what i meant to steal
as the darkness will peel
my pain from this real
communicate i cant
i try but its faint
i turn on my pain
i turn on my pain
i turn on my pain
i cannot regain
i want to show the day
that the sun will remain
as the clouds unite
they don't end all fight
it is i that must cite
it is i that must fight
for only i can prevail
only minds can grow stale
if not used you will trail
if not used you will fail
if not seen its your grail
if not noticed your in hell
i will try to tell all
i must try to not fall
only you will be seen
in my eyes of ever clean
that the tears will one day fall
down my cheek in all glory
as they will be of not pain
but rejoice as i gain
and rejoice we shall reign
to the water of no shame
as i finally can blame
no one else for my rain
and all the world will see
it was i that was freed
it was i with no creed
that was released to bleed


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Brother

When you were young
You were invincible.

Imagination was your guide,
And you were always the hero.

Your life has turned out just the same
And now you are the one,

That gives to those you know and love
The strength to be the same.

You’ll never know the truth
Of how you changed our lives,

By being just the man you are;
By being just yourself.

But smaller eyes look up at you
And see you’re even greater,

For me you’ve been there many years,
And for that I’m truly thankful.

Even though I’ll never say it
You know I’ll always love you;

You know that you’re the only one
That I’ll ever call my brother.

The blood that flows between us,
It never really mattered;

What really made the difference
Was that you were always there.

I cannot tell you just how much
I’m glad that you’re still here;

Another year we’ve had with you
And felt all of your love.

I only hope you feel the same
From those of us you’ve touched.

But even so I think I’ll say
To make it very clear;

For me there never was a doubt
As to who you really were.

Your are and always will remain:

My Friend,

My Friend,

My Brother.


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Like No Other

Before the future and after the past
We have found each other’s souls at last

In the beat of a heart I was able to see
The rest of my life belonged to thee

When our eyes met it wasn’t a glance
Locked together in a forbidden trance 

For we had each given up on love
And being forgiven by Lord above

We were forever lost and on the run
Burying our pain by having our fun

Children scattered from here to there
As we stayed so high we didn’t care

We each knew when you come down
You lose your mask and face the clown

And that was something we couldn’t do
Until the day you met me and I met you

Unplugging the phone we locked the doors
I told you my sins and you told me yours

The people in our life just couldn’t believe
We found in each other the strength to leave

To change our fate was quite the chore
But there was noting we each wanted more

My children love you and yours love me
Because we have melted into one family

I wrote this poem because I want you to know
You beat with my heart and live in my soul

You have always been way more than my lover
You’re the friend I found who is like no other


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Why Must It Be

Can I let you go? Will you be okay? Where you're headed now...to a better place Listen to my words of forgiveness relieving this pain I'd give anything to have you back again To hold you once more in my arms, one more day of happiness you now dwell within my heart Your innocent smile is forever a distant memory, and the times that we share are precious treasures that I spend reliving The Shadow of Death Took you in just one breath Why must it be? I cry behind this closed door, searching desperately for an answer, yet all I feel is an emptiness inside... despair haunts me forevermore Why did you have to go? Why did you have to leave? Why does this have to hurt? Cancer robbed thy life from thee... Why must it be? Fly away Angel Child of Mine Trod thy broken paths, roam away, fly and be free... Why must it be?


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So

So
WLM
Wilncrazy555
May 10, 2011

I love you so 
And in this lifetime you will never know
The love in my heart 
Has been there from the start
The first time on metrodate
The site of our union
We always had our ups and downs
But we weathered through the obstacles
To where we are today
And each day from here forward
Until the precious Lord takes me away
To the place of glory and contentment
But even in Heaven I will be
Watching over you and guiding you
To find the perfect image of me
To carry on the traditions of glorious marriage
Which you will not be deprived of 
While you are still young and beautiful
Which will never change?
For you beauty is endless to mine eyes
For the time being while I am still with you
I will always love, honor, and cherish
Beyond imagination and comprehension
You are my queen and the mother of my children 
Who will grow into the years? 
From youth to adulthood
Knowing they have always been loved
To the fullest extent imaginable
From this day forward
I pray these things in the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost
Amen

Chorus
Our father is always there
He knows in our hearts what we need
He guides us in our daily lives
Our father he will always be


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Love Is In

Love is in a mothers smile
You can see it all the while 
Sons and daughters look no further than this
Your mothers smile is bliss

Love is in a fathers eyes
For his eyes can tell no lies
Sons and daughters look no further than this
Look in in his eyes, love you cannot miss

Your children’s love is everywhere
As they run round without a care
In a butterfly kiss or a hug
There love feeds you like a drug

So love is in the family
That is just where it should be
In a hug, smile, eyes or kiss
Every family should know this


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My Parents

Every child has a parent and a story to be told, but not every child 
Has two parents, two parents of gold.

So unselfish, so giving, so much love never ending.
Always there for us, always in support of us,
Without any questions asked of us.

Down the road still living their lives for us.
They would never think of giving up on us.

We truly were blessed the day God gave them to us.
For his hand to mold, a parent worth gold,
Is a child's story that's rarely told.

For God has made them human that's a fact.
They fault, they sadden, they even sin in anger,
But, what my siblings and I have learned from our Mother and Father
Is no matter what, support one another.
For if one is falling, just be there to catch, without any questions asked.

Life is not perfect and we may not be our parent that our children see,
But, we'll make sure that they see gold supports their destiny.

Prevail, yes we will, because forever we behold not one, but two,
"Parents of Gold".       


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An Old "Happy" Couple

Cherish me as I grow old, and am surely liable to forget things. 
 I know how interesting life is and the contentment it brings.
I know you'll make excuses to try and be miserable and even try not to go.
 Now just have a good trip, even though I know your stress will just grow.

White, sandy beaches and salt tasted air, with an ocean so cold.
 Aggravation sets in as we try to put our lawn chairs down to unfold.
Breathe, my love, its as simple as remembering the latch on the side.
 Surely, all you had to do is ask, I'm tired of your old, stubborn pride.

Finally, we get our chairs situated and I'm ready to bask in the sun.
 You ask for sun block and as I search, you assume I brought none.
Its just at the bottom of the beach bag, you stubborn old ass!
 And don't think I don't see you sneaking a sip out of that flask!

I turn bronze as I used SPF 40, you chose SPF 15, and look at you.
 Red as a lobster, mean as crab, and I'm enjoying the view.
I tried to tell you, but so stubborn, do you ever plan to listen?
 Probably not now, nor never, so your skin will always be red and glisten.

How are you supposed to relax now that you can't move not even a limb?
 Our stress free vacation, is as always, starting to look grim.
Oh well, aloe you up, and off to dinner we shall go and have some fun.
 Take some Soma, Lortab, and Xanax and you'll be good and numb.

An hour later and you're stress free, and mostly out of that pain.
 Good thing, because its in the forecast for Florida rain!
We'll hobble around the block and get soaking wet from head to toe.
 Knowing tomorrow you'll be back in pain and stressed so we'll have to go.

But its like this every year, we plan to stay, but I know how you are.
 One or two days of driving makes you stiff from sitting in the car.
It'll take the rest of our vacation for you to blister and finally peel.
 You're the entertainment in my life, and that's why I'm with you still!


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Touch Something Wonderful

Touch something wonderful

Grateful and fulfilled
The way you make me feel
I fly above love
Whenever I touch 
Something Wonderful..

All that God reveals
Like Heaven and Earth now has a bridge
You really haven’t lived
Until you’ve touch 
Something wonderful

As I’ve come to learn 
Wealth is having your support
And miracles are possible
By default…
It’s wonderful.

A wise man can see
When Angels tithe
In your life
Treasures untold
It’s simply wonderful


Effortless for me 
To enhance the man I am
Whenever I touch
Something wonderful

Confident and surprisingly secured
A covenant of love
Has restored me
It takes root right here in my chest
And my very life depends 
On something wonderful

Turn to me and know 
I am reliable
Undeniably Improved
Reveals your kindred soul

A sinful man redeemed
By your love
In my life
Did know?
It’s just wonderful!

Restless as the breeze 
I must admit
It blesses me
Whenever I touch
Something wonderful

The sweetest fruit to reap
Is the seed that lover’s sown
I finally home

A simple place to mend my wounds
Blood, sweat and tears
I prepared a place for you
No ups or downs
Will spoil me
You spoil me with loyalty
My feelings will never change

You mean the world to me
Your sweet concern for me
To turn and see you by my side
My prayers are realized
Just look into my eyes and believe


A wise man can see
When Angels tithe
In your life
Treasures untold
It’s simply wonderful

Effortless for me 
To enhance the man I am
Whenever I touch
Something wonderful




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I am Free to:

I am free to: Love, 
                  
                       Hope, 
                    
                          Endure, 
                    
                      Sing, 
                 
                        Dance,

                      Cry,

                         Laugh,

                     Grow,

                         Give up,

                     Never stop untill I achivemy goal's,

                                 Live life,
                      
                        Hate! 

               Have the will not to hate,

                 Never give up,

                            Go down the wrong path,

                  To choose the right one,

                        To worship you, Lord!



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A Childs Prayer - God We Need To Talk

Tonight as my baby girl started to pray
She said God it's 8 O'Clock, 
And God We need to talk.
She said daddy help me pray, 
And daddy bow your head,
As we knelt beside her bed. 
she said God can you hear me?
Mommy always said you'd hear me,
If I would learn to pray, 
And that you would show me the way.

Well God I don't understand. 
Why you took my mommy away.
Daddy always says i'll understand, 
When I grow up some day.
She said God, you need your son. 
Well I need my mommy to,
And I know that my daddy, 
Would be happier with mommy. 
Cause daddy talks to her, 
And mommy's not even there.

God can you please,
Give my mommy wings, 
So she can come to see us.
She always kept our house clean, 
And God I know, 
She keeps your house clean to.
And God I miss mommy's big hugs, 
Daddy says your son gives hugs to.
So I know if my mommy had wings, 
She could hug me and daddy.

Well God I want to thank you,
For being there to listen, 
And God think about what I said.
And tell mommy that I love her, 
And God I love you to.
Oh just one more thing God, 
Help my daddy stop crying.
Thank you God, Amen, 
Then she turned to me and said,
Goodnight daddy, I love you.

I was still on my knees, 
Beside my little girls bed, 
With tears running from my eyes.
I gave my baby a goodnight kiss, 
And said sweet dreams baby girl.
Then I went to my room, 
And kissed my wife's picture, 
And with tears in my eyes,
I knelt down to pray, 
I said God, We need to talk.


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Little Boys

 

Mud puddles were made for little boys on warm summer days,
In search of tadpoles and frogs and other delightful items of play.
Grass snakes are fine but they’re hard to contain,
They get slick and slimy when left in the rain.

Little boys need big pockets to amass all their wealth,
Momma’s need strong hearts to keep up their health.
They never know the mysteries they’ll incur while sorting those jeans,
What’s lurking in those pockets may be obnoxious and obscene.

Cowboys and Indians with a stick horse named Rex,
Little Johnny told Tommy my new name is Tex.
He said I’m the toughest desperado this side of old San Antone,
The fastest quick draw that’s ever been known.

Momma calls out, it’s time to come in, it’s time to lay down,
Come in right now there is no need to frown.
So off to their rooms they are sent, so momma can rest,
As they both hug her neck and say you are the Best.


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Tears

A great day ending in tragedy
now you wait until you get the news
I was scattered in different forms
The car door was slammed into my side
The doctor walks in to give you the news
You fall to the floor
Tears falling from your face
Your makeup running down unto your clothes
Making a stain where your heart used to be
I took you back into the darkest place of my soul
Something was different more darker than before
Now you wait until the funeral of your lost love
Your standing in the corner
Your face is covered in darkness
The blood runs from your eyes
How it hurts in the worst way now that im gone
Your realizing how much i meant to you
Something you havent seen before
Your blindness fades away as you start to see
You fall to the floor fainting
No one picks you up
They drop my casket into my little hole
Where i will stay all life long
How your tears fall unto the ground
Getting soaked up by the soil
Drowning me in your tears
Admire the past no more ways to see the future
Now that your starting to love me more
You wait until you see me in a dream
Dying like the past
As your moving on i fade away
I am no longer alive
You left me behind


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To this bright hope

To gather from toil at the set of sun
And meet as one in song and prayer
Before the Sabbath then begun
Family to family bonded, and sweeter
Yet to share a common hope and read
The Holy word that makes us yearn
That Christ for us now who doth intercede
While seal us while the world we spurn

So now I remember you, mother, when we
In one common room did share
The "Home Sweet Home" lamp that made us see
The words of hope that melted care
O Brenda tell me now, that like Gem
You remember Julian and Derrick there
A rose that now has fallen from its stem
And the voice, the voice I loved to hear.

Each sunset calls this memory to shine
And stir my soul his promise to keep
That we shall worship so with the Divine
When mother your rise with us from sleep
Like a trumpet his voice shall break the earth
And life will come to flesh old crumbled dust
The heaven shall resound with ransomed mirth
And we shall be delivered because we trust 

To this bright hope my bondage spirit flies
For the years you are gone and sorrow comes
To share again the old bonds and family ties
And hear sing sweet songs that now love hums
To this bright hope my zeal will soon retire
In the kingdom where no one will sever
And we shall become more that we could desire
And love with love will reign in praise forever.


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I Exalt You My God

I Exalt You, My God! I will exalt you! My God and king! And worship your name above EVERYTHING! Forever and ever I will bless your name! Your goodness in my life, I seek to obtain. Every day I will bless your name forever. Your path of righteousness, I choose to endeavor! Great is the Lord! Your greatness is unsearchable! You rule by your word… Your divine principle… One generation will praise your works to another. And shall declare your awesome deeds together! I will speak of the honor of your majesty. Not to do so, would be a “spiritual tragedy.” Men shall speak loudly of your awesome acts. What you do, I neither question or ask. I will declare my God’s greatness each day. And will listen to the words he has to say! He rules the earth and heavens above. All of creation declares his great acts of love! Won’t you listen to God’s humble plea? Knowing how much he loves you and me? He has a purpose for me and you that is evident. And offers to all… Eternal life in a heavenly residence! By Jim Pemberton Read Psalms 145:1-6


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Honey, I Love You!

Honey, I love you! And what I say is damn true
I swear, cross my heart and hope to die, if, I lie
O can’t you feel, I really wanted to be with you

You’re that someone that I want to share my stew
Come home, let’s fulfill our dreams, and don’t cry
Honey, I love you! And what I say is damn true

I float, like clouds in the sky each time I touch you
‘Cos of tingling shocks and warmness of your pie
O can’t you feel, I really wanted to be with you

I miss your love, your caring and your sensual view
The sweet kisses too, you’re giving every time I fly
Honey, I love you! And what I say is damn true 

Wish you believe my words, even if you’ve no clue
For I know no more how to prove that I did not lie
O can’t you feel, I really wanted to be with you

Listen to your heart and not to a dreadful gossip
Twirling like migraine, that’s why you can’t sleep
Honey, I love you! And what I say is damn true
O can’t you feel, I really wanted to be with you 







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IN MEMORIAM

WE SEE LILACS TOUCHED WITH DEW,
SHIMMERING IN THE MORNING SUN,
WE SEE THE FIRST ROBIN, 
RED BREASTED AND EAGER,
EVER A SIGN THAT SPRING HAS COME
A GOLDEN SUN
SPLASHING IT'S ENDLESS COLORED PAINTINGS
ON A CANVAS OF BLUE,
WE SEE A MOTHER TEACHING HER CHILDREN TO PRAY,
WE HEAR THE LULLABY, THE LAUGHTER,
...AND WE SEE YOU...


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Final Slumber

Twisting the Misery around his Finger,

He walks to an isolated place.

Embedding his Heels into Sand, Carefully He

Offers himself to the Earth.

Lucid, Nostalgic Perfumes of a 

Deceased Love Permeate his senses.

Meagrely He closes his eyes,

And Remembers.

Night time captures the Sun and

Sinks into Sand. Darkness,

Like Liquid it Slips under the Surface

Engulfing the Labyrinth of Light,

Eating the morning hue, turning it to mist.

Peace is With Him, For Now, He

Sleeps.


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Oh' Sweet Mother Of Mine

Where have you gone Sweet Mother Of Mine
To that Wonderful Sparkling City
Paved with Golden Streets
And Pearly Gates
Where You'll Shed No More Tears
And have No Fears
Oh' Sweet Mother Of Mine

Thru brilliant stars Your soul did fly
Across that Heavenly sky
To join the Heavenly Host of Angelical Beings
In search of that Ivory Coast
To plant Your Spiritual Feet
With Jesus Christ our Lord and Saviour
Oh' Sweet Mother Of Mine

To visit with Loved Ones
Who've gone Home before You
Must be a Sweet Reunion Indeed
Just a few short days and I shall join You
From the Cradle to the Grave
Oh' Sweet Mother Of Mine



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THE FORTRESS OF LOVE

THE FORTRESS OF LOVE


Every marriage has its bumps in the road
And they can pop up at any time.
We must learn to navigate them safely 
With fairness, faith and open mind.

No matter how far in your marriage you’ve gone
The highway of love has its rules.
The excitement of sex, trust and affection
Never tolerates self-serving fools.

They say marriages are made in heaven,
But so are tornadoes, lighting and thunder.
Cold hearts and hot heads never solve anything
They just destroy what we love by blunder.

 Boredom, frustration, irritations and anger
 Douse the spark between you and your mate.
 More of the same fails to feed love’s flame
 Till you wake up to find it’s too late

Human touch sustains the release of endorphins
For both the giver and receiver.
Never be afraid to hug your partner.
For the language of touch is a reliever.

Always remember to support your spouse
When times of dilemma arise.
The fortress of love will sustain your marriage 
If you speak less and listen more, you’re wise.

By Tom Zart













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Miracles Unfold

With boldness untold
She bared me her soul
Confiding in me
Her very humanity

A gif of herself
So courageous and free
It clarified for all
The direction from thee

On a beach in the moonlight
You showed me the way
For goodness and grace
Now I see it today

A gift divine
So crystal so clear
That forever in this life
Will I know what is dear

I pledge to her again
My heart and my soul
For it is in her arms
That the story will be told

Should I falter should I fall
I beg of you now
Give me the strength
To climb this high wall

In this life we’ve created
I vow for her my best
I’ve climbed the high mountains
God put me to test

He gave me the vision
To continue to see
That in this life
There is only Susan and me


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' The Pearl Ensemble ... '

… I Awoke to  A Classical, Pearl Ensemble
A String Quartet’ Upon My Pillow
Your Bass, Echoed – like an Ocean-Rumble
‘… I Love You …’ Plucked the Polished Mellow-Cello’

and the Flawless Violins and The Viola – Flow
Rushed to my Wavy Shore – Aglow
Displayed and Spilled, like a Whirlpool- Vibrato …
… Your Cultured Concert, left me … Staccato’

… I Awoke to A Classical, Pearl Ensemble
A String Quartet’ Upon My Pillow
and as Each Iridescent Drop, Solo-Sheen-Tumbled
… My Own Heartstrings, did Crescendo... Maestro


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If You See

If you see a heartless man,
feel sorry for him.

With that cold heart,
comes lonely.

If you see a man without love,
pray for him,

with that empty home,
comes sadness.

If you see a happy man,
be happy with him,

for a happy man,
can spread joy.

If you see a man with religion,
follow his lead.

for a man of God,
is the best teacher we have.










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Heaven on Earth

you make me weak you make me strong.... 

you make me feel that i belong ... 

belong in your life that involves your heart... 

cause i knew it was love from the very start... 

three types of blood that involves  your love... 

and the strengh of are family makes me never give up... 

sometimes were sad and the pain really hurts... 

but the love from four hearts, is heaven on earth! 

bleeding inside, but ill stay by your side... 

cause true love will never die... 

i know your weak and it makes me hurt... 

so i pray to my knees with just a few words... 

lord jesus, my family is broken and a little  sad... 

but every born son needs a dad... 
   
i give you my life since the day of my birth... 

only if you promise me, heaven on earth! 



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no matter what

dedicated to my deceased only brother, joshua

i'll stay with you,
as long as the wind blows
i'll always be in your heart
you know i didn't leave you all alone
i am of eternal essence
my spirit is within you
live my life for me
do all that i cant do
be the one that i once was
conceal the chances known as a flaws
and if contentment immerses herself
or sorrrow fills the air
you will hear my moral
and you'll know that i am there
there for you when you cant see
theres more to life than missing me
i wish you well, my sister, dear
for keep your chin up and wipe that tear


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I Was Thinking Of The Words To Say


I was thinking about something
just the other day.
I was at a loss for the
"right words to say."

I was thinking about a time
"way back when."
That day I became born again.
A zeal for Jesus that
I once had.
Excitement in my life,
a heart so glad.

A passion for Christ
overwhelmed my soul.
I loved Jesus-for he had
made me whole.

I've forgotten things that
I once knew.
Reading God's word-
I no longer do.

What has happened to me?
I'm so ashamed!
I'm an embarrassment to
Jesus' holy name. 

So, dear Jesus, my knees
I humbly bow.
Please change my life...
I need you now!

By your word, transform
me deep within.
I confess to you my backsliding sin.

I re-commit my life NOW-Yes I do!
And by your love, I'm made
BRAND NEW!

By Jim Pemberton






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The Shuttering Lens

The camera flashed
Radiance smiling back
Images of love


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Unknown Secrets

Do you ever feel alone? When that secret is unknown, but you only wish people could have known, when you wish you could talk to the one you love, but your parents who hold your throne are as hard on you as a stone, when you only wish you could live in a different home with all your rattling bones.


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A special wish, from a special friend

If you take it step by step
And only one day at a time
Life can be a gift from God
Not treated as a crime.
As long as you are willing
Helping with open arms I’ll be
Bringing into sight for you
New dreams that will set you free
As your nightmares slowly vanish
And all your demons become stray
Good points to all sorrows show
As your pain slowly fades away
You’re not fooling me behind a mask
I know you very well
Why do you hide the truth inside
adding fuel to all your hell?
Tomorrow when it has passed
Will be a memory like today
Don’t be the pig out to be slaughtered
Be the vulture devouring its prey
Writing the pages is all it takes
To take control of your own fate
Print only truth inside this book
Before it is too late
Remembered as you really are
Just by what your friends have told
A man of honor and all heart
With love that’s free and never sold
So, I’m sending out this blessing
With love that I have chosen to send
Have a Happy Birthday today and always
That’s my wish to you, my special friend


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When God Called Me

When God Called Me…

When God called me…  
I didn’t know what to expect!
The words he spoke to my heart.  I won’t forget!

What God said to me….  I remember so vividly.
He woke me up in the night so unexpectedly!

When God awoke me.  I “jumped out of bed.”
I wanted to hear what his spirit said.

What God wanted for me…  Was to follow him!
I wanted to obey and trust him as my friend!

What God desired was to have a faithful heart!
He was there for me…  
Right from the start!

My wordly possessions…  I left behind!
A new treasure in Christ…  I did find!

Many of my “past habits” begin to leave me…
As I felt God’s awesome love all around me!

My thoughts and attentions were decided.
Everything I needed...  
 God provided!

I’ve chosen to follow him 100 percent!
Fellowship with my creator,
is time well spent!

He is my beloved and I am his!
He is with me each day I live!

Won’t you beckon his spirit’s call?
Living for Jesus makes it worth it all!

By Jim Pemberton


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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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Mardi Gras

Mardi Gras

Ever since the flames licked 

my fair pink burning flesh,

nothing in my life has remained the same.



I had to go back in to 

save my little brother Chris. 

 Life without him would kill me, 

besides myself I would forever blame.

 

Even though it’s been ten years, 

my face still feels the pain.



Having to go through high school 

with a scarred face is just lame.



I’ve got the body of a goddess; 

I must admit I’m beautiful from the neck down, 

but the hideous burn scars 

on my face have remained.

 

Months after the accident 

weeks before school started,

a knock at my door came.



An anonymous donor sent a box

 full of beautifully hand decorated

Mardi Gras masks made for only the fairest lady, 

that’s the day I got my new name.

 

Each month a new box of masks 

would arrive and I would wear everyone.

I became known as the royal shapely, disfigured lady. 

Mardi Gras was my fame.

 

One night a mysterious white box appeared, 

inside rested the most unique and intricately 

adorned mask of all.  It was a pure white mask adorned 

with a delicate French ivory lace, fluffy pure white 

dove feathers and shiny white pearls outlined the mask.  

White is normally considered lame 

but this was breathtaking, nothing plain.  



Inside the box was also an

 invitation, asking me to attend 

the prom with "Masked Bandit" Lane.



 I couldn’t believe it! All along it was 

my handsome next door neighbor and

 Chris' best friend, who had been sending 

the ornate masks to me.  He was my hero now, 

my enthusiasm could hardly be tamed..  



Lane had always adored my brother Chris and seemed 

to like me too. I always knew he had 

a crush on me, but I never knew to what extent. 

I rushed over to his house where he was playing 

with my brother Chris a heated basketball game.



I hugged him and told him that 

I would love to go with him to the prom.



Just between you and me, 

Lane and I will always be the 

masked King and Queen of Mardi Gras 

and forever in love we will reign.





 

 


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Mothers

Mothers are truly God’s gift to the world and really for us 
Oh, they will put things out, even a fuss with a simple touch
The essence of their being prevents us from being in a rush
Hear their words of wisdom and one will learn very much
Even as drivers they shift gears without scraping the clutch
Resting a child’s head, they simmer a cry with such a hush
Saving grace, loving us dearly like a hand with a royal flush


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This Load I Carry I Carry Not Alone

This Load I Carry… Along the road of life, I carry a large load… It feels quite heavy… As I travel a “bumpy” road. This load I carry is often difficult to bear… At times, I stumble… And caught “unaware…” The trials and hardships of life… I shall endure… I’ll try to stay on a path that is “safe” and “secure.” There are times, however, when I get in a hurry... As the storms of life often cause a “flurry.” During my travel… As I look up to the darkened skies… I can almost look into my heavenly father’s eyes… As God reaches down his arms so strong… He’s there to lead me when things go wrong. The Lord is there to help with my heavy burden… He’s also my guiding light… I am most certain! The Lord is my shepherd and is with me where I go… He’s brought strength and rest for my weary soul. This load I carry may be full of so many things… But grows lighter because of the love that God brings! By Jim Pemberton


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Love, Yes Love

Never much money did my grandpa have,
but love, yes love, was all around,
his weathered skin, and calloused hands,
showed the world, he was a hardworking man.
With a tired old mule, he plowed his fields,
planting his crops, so all could have meals.
No Food Stamps way back then,
just neighbor helping neighbor, time, and again.
All the children had chores to do,
before the rooster crowed, before they left for 
school.
Five little children, their hair so white,
walking down a dirt road, imagine the sight.
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MEMORIES OF A MOMENT

The first kiss of love's bliss-
   could lips be soft like this

Our first-born's finger-nails,tiny-
  growing a bond,none can un-free

The first word of  child,so small-
   begins a never-ending call

That first moment of re-born life-
   birthing a wholeness,free from strife

The first picture in my mind-
  ignites experiences,of a spiritual kind

The first poem,on paper penned-
  that was to bring many mutual friends


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Sister of Mine




You stood by me,
Through everything I have done.
You were able to see,
I was only having fun.
Even though you know my fears,
It was something you never told.
Now as old age nears,
It is your love I will forever hold.
Even though we used to fight,
And often disagree.
It would be over by night,
That is a guarantee.
I assure you sister of mine,
There is no need to succumb to rage.
We are just like a fine wine,
We will only get better with age.

















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Sister-in-law



Through time that has past,
I watched my brother grow.
He grew up so fast,
To become the man we now know.
A sibling love is suigeneris,
There for; we become protective.
They are with whom we are the most generous,
And whose words are often the most affective.
It comes from deep inside,
When we wish them the best,
Then consumes us with pride,
As we watch them fulfill that quest.
I knew his search was finally through,
That he had found his true love to embrace.
The first time I saw him with you,
It was written all over his face.
How delightful it is to see him this way,
Clearly your lives were meant to be like this.
So in case I have not told you; just let me say,
I am so proud to have you for a sis!




 






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The Day My Daddy Died

to my daddy, Walter M. McGlothin (Aug. 2, 2005)... going home!!!

When someone you love is taken away
There is never enough time
No matter if its
Days,
Weeks,
Months,
Years,
Eons...

~

The heart can't seem to handle an absence
That is the beginning of its existence

~~

My daddy died today...
And eighty-six years of living, still
Did not prepare our hearts for God's will
Forty-nine years of knowing him
Still did not brace me as his life dims

~~

My daddy died today...
And yesterday I prayed
That his suffering be stayed
Yet I wasn't ready to accept
His calm face as he eternally slept
In the hospital bed in desperate escape
Wearing a diaper that made my heart ache
Needing a tell-tale sign that life just slowed
Not stilled; finding none, the blood no longer flowed
I was not ready to let him go...

~~




My daddy died today...
Surrounded by a family's dismay
Seeing his strength slipping away 
Before our eyes each day
A strong, proud man
Never in need of a helping hand
Riding a bike at age eighty-plus
Able to out talk the lot of us
Dwindling as sifting sand 
To a small fragile man
A diminishing strength behind the pain
He steadfastly refused to claim…

~~

My daddy died today…
And we left to mourn his passing
Know within our hearts that everlasting
The originator of our field of flowers
Is resting with the omnipotent powers
In serenity of death the pain belied 
He endured during his living decried

~~

The warmth of his hand 
As I for the last time
Touched my father’s soul casing
A memory that will forever be mine

~~

My daddy died today…
And in the faces of my sisters, brothers
Nieces, nephews and my mother
I saw the blessing his life had given
I saw the strength we inherited even
When we didn’t see it during his living

~~

I saw the love of a family that will miss
The essence of my daddy’s character
And mourn the passing of his spirit
From here to the forever after

~~

My daddy died today…
And now I know why God granted me
The many days we sat on his porch together
As he told me about the life of a man
I didn’t know even though he was my father

Now I can see the dark cloud blessings
Seeing his strength weaken to a point of realizing
That God has indeed blessed him to live
To understand the one thing only God can give

~~

Life
This one granted abundantly
Through the blessings of a loving
Overflowing, caring family
Our riches and wealth realized
Magnified
And deeply
Exemplified... 

On the day my daddy died





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Dad


You made me what I am today,
A person that is strong.
In so many a way,
We are where we belong.
When I was a little tot,
I looked up to you.
By your side was my spot,
I wanted to do everything with you.
Through my eyes,
An idol is what I would see.
One that was wise,
That is who I always wanted to be.
As time moves on,
Life seems to get strange.
Soon you will be gone,
My life then would forever change.
Just like friends that move away,
We too would grow apart.
No longer knowing how to say,
What we feel in our heart.
It is too bad,
About the way it is now.
The feeling of always being sad,
I am sure can be healed somehow.
By bringing up the past,
We bring back all the pain.
Wondering how long it will last,
We try to refrain.
Now comes the hard part,
Hoping for something we already had.
You are forever in my heart,
Always remember that Dad.



						
	



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MOM

To a mom like no other
This I say without a doubt
For she is much more than a mother
She is a friend who is truly devout
She is someone special
Someone innocent and true
Although she can be quite feisty
If her frustration turns on you
She knows the value of friendship though
And the angel does shine through
When a friend needs help in a hurry
She will be there to do what she can do
Her back is never turned
To any that she loves
And if you had the chance to know her
You would see just what her love does
Her arms are always open
As well as her front door
When looking for a friend
No one could ask for more
But when it comes to our moms
And whose is better than whose
I hate to upset any ones mom
But my mom stands out the most!!!




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What they see

I wonder what they see...
When they look down at me...
I wonder do they know I feel...
That my emptiness is real.

I wonder if when I die...
Will the tears be real that they cry..?
I wonder if they know I cared...
I trampled my own heart better they faired.

I wonder if they knew the beatings 
were so they would have a dad...
Or that I loved them even when I got mad...
I wonder if they know I prayed...
As lifelessly my body laid.

I wonder if they will listen as the doctors say...
We had to keep her confidentiality to her dyeing day...
I wonder if they know I lived for them out of love...
I wonder if they'll realize I see those that live with god above...
He holds my hand when seizures come and take hold...
Afraid to die knowing to them, they felt I was oh so cold.


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Thank You Mom





Taking my hand,
You held it within.
As I began to stand,
You would grin.
When I was a little girl,
You would comb my hair.
You watched me twirl,
And bounce through the air.
As I grew older,
There were events galore.
I would get even bolder,
And want to explore.
Sometimes,
You would let me.
If it would not involve crimes,
You would not disagree.
Over the years,
You have taught me so much.
Wiped away many tears,
With your ever so gentle touch.
I can not begin to express,
How much you mean to me.
Though we no longer have the same address,
You are still and always will be with me.
Although it may not show,
It is you that I am forever grateful to.
The one thing I will never outgrow,
No matter what I do.
So I want to say,
Thank you and I love you!
Today and every day,
For all that you do.






                                                                    














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Blue Dreams and Desire

Blue dream in desire
brain thinking happily
from the dark night's sky
I like for you and me.

And we love so normal
And we love for ourselves
in the blue dreams.

As we open the night gate
we see a beautiful voice calling.


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Ava's Night

My little girl, she could not sleep
so toss and turn, she pulled the sheets
and, ba ba black sheep safe in tow
to our dark room she chose to go
A creak of the door and then there she was
she wanted to sleep with us because
she heard a noise, she was too hot,
she tried to sleep but she could not
I hauled her up to our bed at three
before too long she was fast asleep
but I, on the other hand, was wide awake
for, someone did my pillow take
and someone elbowed me all night
and had the blanket pulled too tight
Someone’s hand flopped on my head
(I wished we had a king size bed)
By six I finally gave in and rose
eyes swollen tired and stuffy nose
hair looking like I had lost the war
all out of coffee so I went to the store
and when I got back, when asked how she slept
my little girl sighed, and said “good, except...
I thought I would sleep all snugly and tight
but MOMMA bug kept me UP ALL NIGHT!!!!”


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My Dear Charmaine

I have debated about writting this letter to YOU
After reading the Love in Your Poetry, it's something I must do
For I have known such Love, I see this Love In your pretty brown eyes
Your Love and Faith lives in Your Poetry, In my Poetry Love Always dies
Your comments, inspiration to reach for Love in death, followed by Eternal Life
You are the first of many that say she waits for me, My beloved LENORE, my WIFE
All the joy and comfort You have sent my way, mending a long time Broken Heart
I see and hear the rhythm of Love that is emitted from the beating of Your pure Heart
I Thank-YOU from the depth of my soul for turning my eyes so I can see Heaven's Coast
I Thank-YOU for I have found Faith in the " Father, Son, and Holy Ghost "
                                                                                           ALWAYS YOURS...HG

Inspired by and Dedicated to Charmaine Chircop with Love and Admiration

For Brian Strand's Contest " My Dear "


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Does Anyone Still Preach On Sin

Does Anyone Still Preach On Sin?

Where are the preachers who
 actually preach on sin?
Where is the fire of God that 
totally consumes within?

One thing that is much 
needed this very hour.
Is God's presence and his 
majesty and power!

Many preachers seem 
worried "they may offend."
Too many are afraid they'll "lose a friend."

If they really preach God's 
word as they ought to do.
Hardly anyone would be sitting in the pew.

No wonder there's so much sin 
and perversion to be found.
The truth of God's word 
has been turned "upside down."

It's time we raise a holy
 standard in our lives.
Listening to God's word and 
no more of man's lies.

The judgement of God begins
 at his house--this is so clear.
Watch out--his righteous judgement
 is so very near!

What will you be doing, when he 
knocks at your heart's door?
Do you really know 
whom you are living for?

It's heaven or hell--there is 
no middle road in between.
It's time to confess and repent 
of all that's unclean.

It's only in Jesus...not religion... 
that will save your soul.
 Jesus waits for you and
 desires to make you whole!

By Jim Pemberton
2008


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Momma

I know all the stories that she'd told she been livin in lies she knows shes doin 
wrong.All i know is she need to do right. I can't keep oncryin momma s do it just 
please no more fights. I tell myself that she will do better, momma we are a 
family ain't we supposed to bo together. What happened to our happy fun. Every 
since that doy violence but more guns. You used to give me hugs what 
happened to all the kisses, all the good times yes we allmisses.We can forget 
abut it momma thanks to you. You can't play me nomore i'm not a little fool. I try 
so hard but why can't you stop. One day i just wish you will and IT gonna drop.


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For Charlie, With Love

To thee I sing O’ muse of verse,
Of our world that the Gods do curse.
For what Gods are these who cruelly play,
Their wicked games, for which humans pay.
Not content with a world of joy & love
They spite us all from Olympus above.
To try us all & break our backs,
As this is drama their world lacks.
For even Achilles was to die,
Yet his name lives on as time goes by.
So let me sing to you of a Great man,
Who’s name too lives on, after his sands have ran.
Charlie his name a heart so pure,
Full of love & passion, & courage sure.
Strode in he did to save poor souls,
One loving lady & her three foals.
‘Tis true his anger at times did boil,
But his effort was not mere toil.
‘Coz though the fires sometimes burned,
He & the foals soon were learned,
That in peace & harmony, joyous times were had,
A man found proud to call Dad.
With he at their side those foals matured,
& They to his nature became inured.
His fair traits & wit passed down,
Championer of rights, humour of renown.
But alas the Gods were not appeased,
Their unending anger had not eased,
So Zeus sent down his violent bolt
& struck Charlie down, what was his fault?
Who knows but they I shall not dwell,
‘Tis but part of the story that I do tell.
For when he passed on & spirit released,
His body slowed & heart was ceased,
He left himself without a sound
& found himself to Olympus bound.
 As he soared high like the dove
To the mount of the Gods high above,
He smiled to us all & sent a kiss
To all the people that he’ll miss.
& miss him back so we will,
That emptiness which we know can’t fill.
But hush your mourning & your sadness,
As he wished it show your gladness
That Charlie came & he all did touch,
Be thankful that we have that much.
So as I close this verse I do sing,
Aphrodite’s love & the fire Hephaestus does bring.
I say to thee be angry not at the Gods,
At Hera’s scheming & Zeus’s vile rods.
For they too bow to the fates,
Who plan our loves & plot our hates.
I thank thee all for your time,
For listening to my Ode to Charlie; my idle rhyme.
How I wish though, the outcome I could reverse,
I sing to thee, O’ muse of verse.


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Gentle Innocence

Have you ever watched a child sleep
The Innocence that radiate from their little faces
It's enough to make you weep

What dreams that must float through their brilliant minds
The Magic, the place
Or maybe it's a faery spell of a gentler kind
One that shows them the things that we as grown ups cannot see

I lay a wake and watch him dream 
I watch as his eye lids flutter
I watch a peaceful smile glides gently across his tiny face
Oh how I wish to be in that same place
Where that gentle innocence fills you with such a warm embrace.


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If I Forget

If I forget,
Remind me of your name
As it must have slipped away.

If I forget,
Show me a photo of my face
As it surely has changed.

If I forget,
Take my hand back to that place
For I've certainly lost my way.

If I forget,
Breathe a gentle breath in my ear
If will calm my fear and rekindle the flame.

If I forget,
Bring the heart straps
That held me to you like glue.

And if I forget,
Carry the memory of us
It is lost but a treasure on a raft on the waves...

TRS, 09/13/08


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Radiance

Radiance

A radiant being
descended upon
her old home
today,

The place where
she grew up –

---

Sunlight,
filtering through
slats
& faded window shades,

Brightens
& shines more clearly
as she passes,
bringing
contented purrs and stretches
to the aged
and bony cats
who lie aslumber
in the path
of the warming,
dappling rays

---

Dear Old Dog, quiet
for once,
wags her tail,
a friendly question
sparkling
in her tired, rheumy eyes,
her grey paws
dancing,
young again
for a shining, vaporous moment

(— Oh, yes, and I
like you too,
my very dear, I
like you, too! —)

---

This radiant being
brought contentment
to her birthplace
today,

& left it
brighter
than the stars

---

Dear Old Dog’s
asleep now,
wearing moonlit strips
and dreaming,

While the erstwhile slumberous
ancient cats
awake
to quest the night

And radiance

remains


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my mother

	MY MOTHER
I dedicate this poem to my beloved mother

I miss you mum, I miss you
I know I always will
I’ll never stop loving you
I knew that you were ill
I wanted to take away the pain
I would have done it too
But you just grinned and took it
That is so like you
I remember that look on your face
When you told me you were dying
It seems like it was yesterday
I could not stop crying
I know it’s been a long time
In fact it’s sixteen years
Time will never ease the pain
It cannot stop the tears
I say goodnight to you in bed
And think of you in bed
You’ll always be there in my heart
It doesn’t heal in time
My love for you will never die
And this I know is true
You just remember up above 
I’ll never stop loving you
A large piece of  my heart is gone
But I am not too sad
I remember the memories
And they always make me glad
You are my guardian angel
Who always looks after me
I look up at the stars above
I see you shine,  I see
I hope you like this poem
I made it just for you
Remember I’ll love you always
And I’ll always miss you too




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Merry Christmas

She stood at her window,
looking out on the world,
alone this Christmas,
this frightened young girl.

The night had come,
without making a sound,
as the snow began falling,
lightly powdering the ground.

Only eighteen, 
when she said I Do,
her childhood sweetheart,
and their love so true.

Ready to see,
this world as one,
planning their first Christmas,
so much left undone.

Then one day,
that dreaded letter arrived,
orders to leave,
and she held it and cried.

When he came home,
he held her close,
trying to comfort her,
reminding her, why he had to go.

He told her softly,
I love you so,
but I am a soldier,
this is what I chose.

Decorate our tree,
in red, white, and blue,
and this time next year,
I'll be back home with you.

Merry Christmas to our Military,
their families, and friends.
We love you all,
and our prayers we send......


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The Vow

As I stand before you today my love
I vow this vow to you and to God above
I vow to love you from this day on,
For this is the sunrise of our new dawn
My Soul is honored
My heart humbled and thankful to thee
For this is the beginning of you and me
I vow to you, you shall never feel the rain
For my love will be your shelter that will always sustain
I vow to you as the blood flows through my veins
Your love flows within my veins just the same
I vow to you; you shall never be lonely
For my love will be in your heart and your soul only
I vow to you if you shed a tear
My love will gently hold you oh so very near
I vow to you when you laugh, I laugh
I vow to you when you cry I shall cry
I vow to you when you breathe, I shall breathe
I vow to you when your heart so shall mine beat
I vow to you your family shall be mine
I vow to you my family shall be yours
I vow to you, you are my life, my existence my love all I need to survive
I vow to you I shall die fulfilling your happiness
My heart bows with humility and my soul is filled with honor
From this moment on I shall treasure you and you only
I vow to you neither of us shall ever again be lonely
I vow you this through the end of time


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THE PERFECT DAY

It was a day like no other,
The day I became a Mother.
Nothing else even compares
To have God answer my prayers.
An Angel sent from up above,
Who was conceived out of so much love.

She's so precious and so very sweet,
All the way from her head to her feet.
Ten little fingers and ten little toes,
Pretty blue eyes and the cutest nose.

And as we shared our very first touch,
I knew I'd love her so very much.
For when I held her that very first time,
I had never felt so much alive.
No feeling like it anywhere on Earth,
Seeing this new life, giving birth.

Such a joyous day, yet scary too,
Becoming "Mommy" was all so new.
Having doubts and so many fears,
To raise this child for eighteen years.
To keep her safe, away from harm,
Making her secure within my arms.

She's the love of my life, made it complete,
Filled in the emptiness, makes my heart beat.
She's my breath, my soul and my song,
Without her I could not go on.
There's a special bond that we share,
Which these days seems so rare.
Mothers and Daughters aren't as close,
No communication, acting like ghosts.

But what we have will never fade,
Keeping the trust that we made,
Never forgetting to always say,
"I love you" every day.

To me, she's perfect in every way,
Making that the most perfect day.
Stephanie Elaine, my sweetheart,
We will never, ever be apart.

(My Daughter 3/1998)


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Three in a Booth

It will be her first visit since the day we waved goodbye....

It is spring break !!

It was moving day several months ago...
that she wrapped her small arms around her Grandpa's waist, tearfully
Then turned to me with "I love you" from her small voice"
"I love you more"...I choked, with one last hug...

And then they were gone...
A white van, fully packed, we watched through blurry eyes...heading down the highway
A battered U-Haul, trailing behind.

But at last today is here!...Spring break!!
We are meeting half-way....
Between the two cities so far apart
We are picking her up,  to bring her home......to have her smiles...for just awhile!

Her springtime visit, a school recess
There they are!!  The meeting place we had arranged
And before we know it...she has hopped into our car
And once again...we are heading back home...her suitcases
Her stuffed animals...her smiles and chatter in the back seat of our car.

Lunch time....we must stop for awhile
That cozy diner, that sits out in no-where-land, 
Along the stretch of the Interstate
A place filled with truckers and travelers like us...

The waitress shows us our booth
This child hesitates, ...looks between the two of us
Unable to decide....
"Who would you like to sit with, my love?" I ask.....

When the waitress returns...
Carrying our menus and three glasses of water ...
She is rather startled, as are the other diners..
To find three people tightly squeezed together on one bench
Yet across the table
The other bench remains empty....


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COLD TOMBSTONE

I came here with flowers
held gently to my sobbing chest,
to bring them to my dearest;
I have departed from the living,
to come face to face with my ending...

I lay my flowers at this cold tombstone...
engraved with a name too sweet,
and yet so painful to call it out;
the heat in my throbbing veins
could warm it up with a loving wish before dawn;
but who can resurrect someone from death?

This morning is dazzled by an intense sun,
carnations, flags and tombstones
perfectly blend as the swaying pines 
offer their breeze and soothing shade towards noon;
why are the noisy larks hiding,
and melancholically sing?

I rushed here to release these tears
and let them roll from these eyes,
like raindrops falling on this very quiet place:
where tranquility is as eternal as Paradise...

I lay my flowers at this cold tombstone,
feeling a presence so known;
others before me have knelt and cried, 
not to forget whom they lost and dearly loved...



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Believe in me

I saw your tears,
I knew something was wrong,
I knew with my mother,
My son didn't belong.
I saw the pain that you held 
deep inside.
I never wanted to leave you,
or ever have to say goodbye.
I chose for you to sleep safe in a bed,
instead of our car,
making sure you were fed,
was most important by far.
I wish I could take all the tears and
sadness away,
to correct all the wrongs and the mistakes that I made.
All you wanted was my approval, my affection and my love,
Yes, I know saying the words, just wasn't enough.
If I could go back in time          
I would have put up a bigger fight 
I would change it all today, 
to make your life a little more kind.
I would be to you all, what a mother should be,
I love you with all of my heart,
I just wish you could see,
All I ever wanted was for my children to believe in me.


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Papa





Remember back in the day,
Back when I was just a tot.
You would drop everything just to play,
It did not matter how sore you got.
I was the sparkle in your eye,
We brought each other so much joy.
Everything under the sky,
We made as our toy.
Learning something new,
Was your plan for me.
And as long as I was with you,
Learning it would be.
You had such a gentle touch,
Even when laying down the law.
I love and miss you so much,
But I will never forget you Papa.




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Been There

A gunshot to the head
A knife to the chest
If this is the only way out 
What happens to the rest
Losing your best friend 
Is no reason to end your life
Suicide is not the key
So put down that gun or knife
Is it that your father 
Is dying from lung cancer
Don't give up now
Because only God knows the answer
Whatever it may be
It's not worth the rest of your life
So please for my sake
Just put down that knife
I may not be your mother
Or even your best friend
But please atleast take notice 
To all the love I send
You are a great person
Inside and out
So please let others see
What you are all about
Trust me when I say
I have been there in the past
Drop the sorrow 
Because your dreams have got to last
I'm not trying to tell you
What to say or what to do
I'm just letting you know
How much that I love you


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POETESS CAROL BROWN

Her         Thoughts   Declared    In        Beautiful   Rhyme
Love       Dreams     Feelings     Time     Forever    Time 
For          Life              In         Poets     Reading    Poetry
Poetry     Is             Poetry      Will        Poetry      Shine
Subdues  The          Penned     Write      Poetry      Shrine
The         Answer      With        Love       Living       Sign 
Mind       Eternal      Love        Poems   "Psalms"     Poetry          

     DEDICATED To My BELOVED MENTOR " CAROL  BROWN "

   Author's note  I call this Dedication My Rhyming Double Free
        
   VERSE  READ it left to right or top to bottom left to right


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My Mother


I remember being a child,
Growing into a teen.
Then turning wild,
Into one hardly ever seen.
There is one thing,
That has stayed the same.
From summertime to spring,
You let me find shame.
Don’t think this is bad though,
Let’s just say for instance.
By you letting go,
I found my independence.
For this I am grateful,
Always keeping you close at heart.
You have been a mother that has been so helpful,
I can only pray that I am up for the part.
But Mom; there will always be,
One thing you can count on me to do.
You can always look in my eyes and see,
Just how much I love you!!





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Makes Me Happy

I’ve heard all about the favourite things
Like brown paper packages tide up with string
I sat there and listened I understood
What makes me happy what makes me feel good

It’s having good friends and family close by
Being at ease without having to try
To be blessed with love from those close to me
That’s what makes me happy as I can be

I often have wondered just what would I miss
The love and the comfort each piece of bliss
My grandchildren’s love, kisses and hugs
The things those to me are addictive like drugs

The love of a daughter and also a son
Nothing else seems to get near either one
Lastly what makes me happy is my loving wife
Through the love and the turmoil of everyday life

So these are things so simple and true
That always cheers me up when I’m feeling blue
I hope that other people have got this to 
Just hope that those people include all of you

In return I hope I give joy to all in my life
From everyone listed especially my wife
For if I give back half what the give me
I know that will make them happy you see


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"THERE'S SOMEONE WHO CARES FOR YOU !!!"

There's  someone  who  cares  for  you
No  matter  what  you  do
And  it  doesn't  matter  what  you  go  through
Somebody  else  has  been  there  too.
Sometimes  things  have  been rough
Times  when  even  I've  had   enough
But  I  stayed  strong, and  remain  tough.
For  I  know  that  things  won't  be  this  way  always
Because  yet  to  come are  better  days.
Just  trust, and  believe  with  all  of  your  heart
Then  say  a  prayer  and  Jesus  will  do  his  part.
Without  him  we'll  always  fall
When  in  the  beginning  he  should've  been  the  1st  we call.
So  now  that  we  know  what  we  are  to  do
With  just  little  bit  of  faith, we  must  stay  true.



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Dear Child

Today is a brand new day.
A bright new morning
May the lord God guide your way.
May he be with you in all you do and say.
His love is vast as deep as the wide wide space.
Hold on Dear Child and you will soon see his face.
No one can love you as God almighty can.
Just believe in Jesus and take his hand.
Don't let go when he is in your heart.
He was there when you were born.
From you he will never part.
Through life's trials and tribulations,
God is with you with his true love and dedication
Wherever you go or whatever path you take
Remember God is with you and he will guide your way.
Keep your faith
Don't let stumbling blocks make it waiver.
God loves you and will be there forever and ever


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Precious Moments

The moments that I share with my children are very precious to me.
The laughter from being glee.
The puppy dog eyes, and the " please mommy please."
The mending of booboos, and the wiping of their tears.
Going to the parks, and watching them play until the end of day.
The reciting of prayers, and the kisses on the cheeks.
As I tuck them into bed.
The precious moments that my children, and I share.


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And That Would Be You

To John  From Holly

It’s late at night, and I’m all alone
In this empty bed 
Thinking about all the words you have said
Wondering and hoping if they are all really true
Only one person knows for sure...
And that would be you

I know we’ve had a lot of rough times,
But we’ve had some good ones too.
There’s only one person I want to spend
The rest of my life with...
And that would be you

I can’t wait to begin with our fresh start
You know you are the only keeper of my heart
There’s only one person who could tear it apart...
And that would be you

Please show me, as well as you tell,
You know I would follow you anywhere –
We’ve already been to hell.
I want you back with me and our son,
And I pray for the day that this is all done

There is only one man who can make 
All my dreams come true...
And that would be you       


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God Beautifully Created Us


God Beautifully Created Us! God beautifully created us with unique features. Because of sin, we’ve become fallen creatures. God deigned us to have fellowship with him! But that was broken, on account of SIN! God formed us out of the dust of the ground… His wonderful creation was made all around! God had a purpose and a plan in mind. He wanted to be a part of mankind. This was broken because of Adam and Eve’s fall. But through Christ… He’s made a way after all! Through Christ we have access to God’s throne. He died for us so we can make heaven our home! His gift of mercy is for all to receive! Won’t you accept him? And believe? By Jim Pemberton


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In the Hands of the Man

I’m going to the promise land
To see the face of someone grand
Who holds the world in his hands
In the hands of the man

Don’t cry no more because I smile
We’ll meet again after a while
You’ll find me on my knees and hands
Singing praises to the man

It won’t be long ‘til that day comes
When the man lifts from his mighty throne
And comes to earth to claim his men
In the hands of the man

I bid farewell but just for now
And know my love lasts far past now
Continue until we meet again. . . 
In the hands of the man


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Kylarr

Kylarr when I look at you I see me
I see you grownin up
I see you have my soul 
I see you want your Daddy
I see you have my childhood
I see your mother eyes 
I see your mother lips 
I see you happy when you and my soul bonds together four ever
I see you in my head 
I see you is Godchild
Antwan H Woodberry


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Scream and Shout

I wish this battle would end today
I’m so tired and really must say
That if you continue
To stress me out
I’m afraid there’s more I can do
Than simply just shout
You say I drive you crazy
And you don’t know why
That I must scream, yell and cry
Well just once
You should hear me out
Then maybe I wouldn’t
Feel the need to shout out
But you must understand
There is a reason to you whys
Why you make ME crazy
And why I easily cry
And I’m not saying
I’m right and you’re wrong
I’m simply saying
It’s getting hard to go on
With this life I made with you
Our home, our marriage
And our children too
I love you all without doubt
But I can’t stand
How you make me shout
And I do not like the way you are
When you say that’s it 
And that it is YOU who are tired
For I have put in
One hundred and ten percent
And you may say you love me
But I can’t see that yet
I thought I did when we first met
But that one I haven’t
Figured out just yet
But I know this without a doubt
That the that you make me shout
Just isn’t right
And is driving me insane
As well as it is you
I can see your views
But the problem here
Is easy to see
It is a little bit you
And a little bit me
And together with family
Disaster makes three
That is my view
At this present time
Concluded from the vibes
That I get from you
And if you don’t get
What I’ve been trying to say
Then I hope and I pray
You figure it out one day
For I’m tired of explaining
Myself to you
When all that you do
Is form your own views
I’m sick of the way
I scream and I shout
When you twist things around
And put words in my mouth!!

8/14/2005 3:47 AM


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FRIENDSHIP

A good friend to me is more than a person,
She laughs, she cries and cares for certain.

She hears you always, without a word spoken,
and in times of trouble, she's a valuable token.

She comes over to lend an un bias ear,
and when she needs you, she knows you will hear.

Her shoulder's are huge and can bare all the weight,
and when you call, she never comes late.

To her you can tell your innermost thought,
because judgmental, she will be not.

A simple little outing is so much more when she comes too,
we can always come up with something adventurous to do.

When  you need help, she's got the call,
and in return,  expects nothing at all. 
  
Your children love her, as much as you do,
and for your children, she cares as much too.

A good friend to me is more than a person,
She's the BEST in the world, and that is for certain!!!!


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Was It Worth It?

What happens now?
Was everything worth it?
The angry words that have been said
That comes from you being mislead
Was it worth all the sacrifices, like giving up your dreams?
And all you were trying to do was make the other succeed
Was it worth all the bumps and bruises that you would hide or lie about?
And the whole time you are filling with doubt
Was it worth your children seeing you crying
Tell them everything is fine, but all you're doing is lying
All these things seem to happen overnight,
Never seeming to have the ending light.
There are no easy answers and no hope, you feel cursed
You hope he sees the damage and  he goes back to putting your feelings first
You hope you can have the trust and honest back
along with the laughter and tenderness he is starting to lack
You hope the best friend you had in one another would return
And there are no traps or hidden agendas new to learn
You hope to talk about the dreams you both wanted at one time
Now you hate to even think about tommorow
Hope was the one thing that was never borrowed
But hope is the thing that has left and betrayed you
You feel broken, beat down, nothing but black and blue
All this and you wonder why, Was it worth it?


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Freaks of Nature

Freaks of nature we are few 
who once were one and now are two. 
God took his hand to part the seed 
for on the earth he saw a need 
for two souls birth and not just one, 
until all work on earth was done. 
Freaks of nature we are few 
who once were one and then were two. 

Two souls did birth and took each life 
to live with love as did their Christ. 
And down life's path they each would turn, 
out on their own so they would learn. 
About man's faith and troubled ways 
and teach of love and God's true grace. 
Called freaks of nature they were few 
who once were one but lived as two. 

Their families grew and moved through life 
and ventured out beyond their sight. 
Soon knowing their job here was done 
and standing with The Shinning Son. 
As each did enter each would leave, 
as God so whispers up each breeze . 
They entered life by God's own hand 
and will return to promised land. 

As life did start and then was two 
God saw now what he was to do, 
Return the broken seed to one 
and make it whole since life was done. 
Once Freaks of nature who were few, 
returns to one, but lived as two. 

        lindadoster 



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Farewell


A yearling asleep 
When its mother arrived
She knew it was time
A green meadow, the best place
It was time to say farewell to her fawn
For he was a young growing buck
She wished him good luck

He would miss being 
A small spotted fawn
Who
Waits patiently for mother
While gnawing the grass
Oh, he would dearly 
Miss those wonderfully
Glorious days


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MATTER OF TIME

Baby I know you miss
The way I kiss you head to toe
Caressing you and pressing you
So close so you would know
That if there came a moment
You and I would be apart
We’ll feel that same connection
Through the beating of our hearts
Like a hummingbird in autumn
Hovering on satin wings
We dance in life’s sweet nectar
And rejoice in all it brings
Because what we share is special 
And will stand the test of time
A pact we made together
That will last until we die
So if you start to falter
Find your strength in these few lines
Because the shortest distance between us
Is really just a matter of time….


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You Already Knew

Life is short and so very precious
So how could you let 
An outsider come between us
He wasn't the person I thought him to be
I can't understand you 
Having anything to do with him
After what he had done to me
He broke my heart but you didn't care
That he just walked out 
And left me standing there
I wonder how you would feel
Had it been you
By the way you acted
It seems you already knew
That he was leaving
Even though I had no clue
He'd never be back
Did you know that too?
This must be why
It was no surprise to you


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Hello/Goodbye

When You See Me I Say Hello
When I Leave You Say Goodbye.
How Then Did I Not Know My Hello
Would Be My Last Goodbye.
When The Phone Rings I Hope To
Hear Your Voice And Its Soft Tone.
But When It Rings I Hear Someone
And Its Not You How Could This Be.
Your Sweet Hello's Come To Me Like
You Never Left My Tears Start To Flow
When I Hang Up The Phone.
Hello/Goodbye I Often Cry For Your
No Longer Here What To Do Where 
To Turn.
My Tears Start Falling And My Heart
Burns Because Your No Longer
Here To Guide Me.
Hello/Goodbye I Just Don't Want To 
Cry But I'm Hurting Still My Life Will
Never Be The Same.
How To Deal? How To Cope?
I Just Think Of You And The Tears
Just Start To Flow.
Hello/Goodbye God Why Oh Why 
Did She Have To Die.    





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Given Time

Given time I just need to stand
let me see my parents smile 
trades what I couldn't do without
prayer of hope that I wouldn't leave them 
because some days I blur them out
I complain that life was hard 
But to see death come to them is even harder
let it bring the truth 
I no inside my eyes there lye's the proof
its me, they are who the should be 
my realization is weak 
my imagination is fiction 
but bring into life is what I fake and make is what is existing
trying to take control of the feeling
but to lose all that with the past times
makes the situation rewinds on my mine
forgive me god now I am trying 
I don't wan ta to leave u daddy 
But I think I can make it on my own
I don't wan ta see you weak momma 
I only wan ta image of  you as being strong
Yes I know the rain don't only wash away
The sun is not what brighten the day
and its good to place these things together
but my emotions is lost though all weather
bring me though 
don't let me blame 
just give me the strength to gain
let me be who I'm supposed to be
don't let me fall into the dictation of hurt
god bring me close to my identity


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Love Lasagna

She plunks down a plate of egg rolls
Man, oh man, do these greasy pieces of heaven take tolls
On my heart, dear Mama
Shows me love with food piled on tables that never end
Iced tea, Pho, spaghetti, rice and pork chops
Sternly setting bowls down in front of you and encouragin’

To take pieces of  buttery garlic bread and mop it up
Love, bestowed upon us in showers of peppered chicken
Spending hours in the kitchen
To prove some affection
In saucers of soy sauce and dumplings that went on for miles
She’d put adoration in soup, spicy reflections
Of passionate motherly love
Mama, she never smiled 
Unless someone complimented her style, the swagger
Of her intimate cooking skills, the way she swung her dagger
Of specialties, killing hunger, cravings
All her meals ending with ravings
Of the best kind

Scraped knees and broken hearts are cured with warm chocolate cake, suede
Smooth, mending them better then when they were made
Mama shows fondness through ice cream and steak
Warm dinner plates

Her “I Love You” was a big portion of lasagna 
Nobody says “I Love You” better then my Mama


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A Letter to My Daughter

Ranee, you are an answer
To a long heartfelt prayer
When in my womb you stir
Your life I am aware

I promise to always love you
And teach you right from wrong
I promise to always see your view
And give advice to make you strong

Ranee, you are a dream come true
Joyful tears did flow
The very instant I knew
Inside me you did grow

I wish for you happiness
And pray that you find love
I wish for you success
In everything thereof

Ranee, my first born Baby
You bring me much delight
Know you can count on me
Forever each day and night

My hope is that you soar
In everything you try
That all your heart you pour
And your best you always apply

Ranee, I promise to support you
No matter what you choose
Just promise me that You stay true
To all your dreams and views

Love,
Mommy


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You Went Away


Dearest beloved.
Light of my life.
Since we have parted.
I live in strife.

You did not say.
Why you went away.
Left me grieving.
Night and day.

There is no other.
Can there be.
To take your place.
As my family.

Your beauty.
Forever will be.
In my mind, eternally.

All the things.
You said and did.
Do they mean nothing.
Did you just kid?

How is it possible.
To love so.
And then, off you go.

Have you feelings?
Like I have for you.
I cannot live without you.
That is plain,  to see.
Another chance.
Do I plea.
















































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Watching Over Me

Do you remember when use to ask you
are you looking at me?  Well now I see
you're just watching over me.  We have 
our ups and our downs.  And sometimes
you do make me frown.  But now I see you're
the one who watches over me.  I love you I
do with all my heart.  Although sometimes
things do fall apart.  But I still love you
deep within my heart.


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Planted with Love

My sweetest of flowers, they blossom and grow
From God’s miracle garden, from seeds we did sow
Hair of yellow, like daisies, and cheeks filled with sun
My sweetest of flowers; yet still very young

Each is an individual, though equally special, as well
In our garden of life and love, forever they’ll dwell
They are daughters of the earth, our love to receive
My sweetest of flowers, from love were conceived


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Familiar (terzanelle)

In bonds of blood, and bound in timeless role –
protect and guide, and ours is but to know,
to take as such, though not to make us whole.

From helpless birth, their duty is to owe
this life the ultimate in selflessness,
protect and guide, and ours is but to know,

to look within a limited caress
and past the learned ability to lead
this life, the ultimate in selflessness,

for who are they to know how to proceed?
The child will live beyond expectation
and past the learned ability to lead

a life for mere approval’s salvation
(as unconditional is not profound).
The child will live beyond expectation

in knowing true awareness can’t be found
in bonds of blood, and bound in timeless role –
(as unconditional is not profound) 
to take as such, though not to make us whole.


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MOM

The year was nineteen fifty
The century half gone
The first time that I met her
The lady I call Mom

My sister just turned two years old
About six months before
And they said the way she loved us two
There would probably be more

Well they were right
Two brothers first
Two sisters joined us too
Mom said that six was quite enough
Won't be no more, I'm through

But life's not always easy
She raised us all alone
I never once heard her complain
She gave us all a home

Now the Autumn of her life has come
And for us she's still there
To help us trough the hard times
And to show us she still cares

When her time on Earth is over
And her days with us are gone
Lord, give my share of heaven
To the lady I call Mom


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A Letter to My Son

On this day I write to you my dear child
In hoping that this letter finds you well
After many years of hardship I gave you
I’ve begun to wonder how you are
And how you have grown up to be

In these final years of mine,
 I now truly see the mistake I made
The mistake that cost me so much
My mistake that cost me those I love
My Mistake that cost me my son and family

I know I hurt you and caused you so much pain
I hurt you physically, emotionally, and mentally
I brought to you a pain a father should never bring upon a child

I was blinded by the ignorance and hatred taught to me
I let it cloud my mind and I embraced it.

I don’t seek forgiveness from you
All I wanted to say is that I still love you

I am truly sorry I was not the father you expected me to be
I wish I could have been a better father to you
And not the cold hearted bastard you came to know
All I hope is that your dreams come true

May you have a sweet nights and happy days
With all my love I send you this letter,
May those that love you keep loving you,

With all my love,
From an old man that wishes he can change the past.


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VIRGIN

With malar flushes, 
Causelessly she blushes,
In solitude, to herself she smiles,
While walking, aimlessly she tarries.
With a startled look, 
Whom does she seek?


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Memories

As I sit and look at my old pictures and photographs,
My mind begins to wonder of the old good times and pasts...
Not a care in the world,
Not a responsibility at all. 
I was just a kid living a dream,
Sitting at home watching T.V. and eating ice cream.
My parents were still together, 
I never realized the pain I would eventually suffer.
I was able to go out and play anytime I wanted,
I just wish now that I wouldn't have taken the time for granted.
I could ask my dad to do anything with me at that time,
Play basketball, catch, or just spend some time...
As I take a break from recalling my old days,
I realize that there was a price to pay.
Those days were good and I miss them dearly,
But I never knew that they would be so costly.
I didn't know it would take the relationship with my dad,
To live a good childhood with nothing ever going bad.
I never knew that it would take years of moving around, 
To find a good neighborhood to settle down.
Eventually though, we found our own space,
And our lives started falling back into place...
I remember being so careless and free,
How my life was full of laughter and glee.
I had fun going to school,
I used to think that it was so cool.
Me and my friends got along all the time,
I even got along with my brother just fine...
Now I sit and realize,
That was then and this is now.
Times have changed.
Things are different and I will have to get used to them,
But occasionally I can get out a picture and remember all the good times back 
then.
Because that's what things like that are used for,
To bring back the good memories of what it was like before.




 


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Going Away

 

I watched him shuffle across the dusty old floor,
You could see the pain with each step as he reached for the door.

I said why don’t you let us get someone to help you with your chores?
Reckon that would probably make it easier on me, that’s for sure.

But son I’ve been a batchin ever since the Lord took your Granny away,
And I really wouldn’t have it any other way.

My old dog and that old cat keep me company when the days get rather long,
We sit out on the gallery and I hum one of your granny’s favorite old songs.

Ain’t gonna be to long, I reckon till the Lord calls out my name,
Sure enough been ready, without your granny ain’t nothing quite the same.
 
The one thing I’m gonna miss though is seeing you every day or two,
Yeah I knew that day was a coming, just thinking on it really made me blue.

I said paw does it scare you some knowing you be fixing to leave,
Don’t reckon it does knowin I’m a going to a better place, sure ain’t no reason to grieve.

I said paw how am I going to get along, you’ve always been there for me?
Just trust in the Lord son, He’s always there you’ll see.

Well it weren’t but a few days later we laid ole paw away,
I never seen him look any happier, I know he was ready for that day.


Details | I do not know? | |

Dear Cancer

 
 
Dear Cancer, Hi. Its, David Schwent.
       Just dropping a line after the time we've spent
Together off and on and off agin.
      It has been a while since you have been
In contact with my wife, and so
      I wanted to catch up and let you know
That even though it was hard when you were here,
      It's difficult whithout you near.
Thank God we could help you pass on through,
      But we're still not done...you know you.
Beyond the surgeries and chemo and pain,
      There's a number of things that are never the same.
Her body, her health, her spirt, her mind:  
      I'll admit that your footprint is one of a kind.
Sick and tired of being sick and tired,
      Even though her recovery is oh-so admired.
She hurts and she aches and she gets so upset;
      That now that it's over it's not over yet.                                                                        
I'll be the first to admit I was glad to see you go.
      Even then, though, there was no way I could know,
That even as much as I loved her before,
      Now that that you'd come and gone I found I loved her even more.
I'm really not one to toot my own horn,
      But I'd been loving her since the day I was born.
I told her I loved her day after day.
      Now, though, I find more than I can say.
When I wake up I love that she's still asleep,
      Or that I smell breakfast is ready to eat;
'Cause she's already up and stsrted her day,
      Thanks,Cancer, for breakfast I appreciate way-way,
More than I ever could have before
       Your tall dark shadow passed over our door.
And thanks for the drives while we're both holding hands.
       And the kids would say it,too,and be three more of your fans.
I'll explain to them later once they grow up.
       Right now Mom's just Mom. For them taht's enough.
Me I'm pleased as pleased has ever been,
      Whenever her smile lights up the dim.
I love to feel hearts beating when I hold here so close
      But really what I love the most
Are the days that she's down and feeling her worst
      Can't get out of bed, tears about to burst.
In the direst of times, in the toughest of tough
      When the world falls apart and enough is enough
I still love her more then, than I ever did before.
      It's more,more and more.
So the long and the short of what I'm trying to say
      Is thanks, Cancer, for helping me love her this way.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Little Things In Life

Too often we don't realize,
What we have until it's gone,
Too often we wait too late to say
"I'm sorry, I was wrong."
Sometimes it seems we hurt the ones
We hold dearest to our hearts,
And we allow stupid things
To tear our lives apart,
Far too many times we let
Unimportant things get in our mind,
And by then it's usually too late
To see what made us blind,
So be sure that you let people know
How much they mean to you,
Take the time to say the words
Before your time is through,
Be sure that you appreciate 
Everything you've got,
And be thankful for the little things
In life that mean a lot.


Details | Rhyme | |

A Little Prayer

As time stands still in every way 
     I ask you lord to somehow stay 
  inside her world and keep her safe, 
      until the day that she awakes,

                          and

   Knows your love in everyway so 
      just for now my lord I pray, 
        Please keep her safe from 
                    day to day.

                         Amen                                


Details | I do not know? | |

MISSING LINK

Another Dawn light awakens me 
to face another day
To live my life and learn from it
in every single way
The children hold tomorrow 
in hopes & dreams & tears
The world depends on children
to overcome its fears
Although we want to hide away 
tomorrow may not come
And anything the past has hurt
has been already done
No changing of the present 
the past has all now gone
We only have the future 
to overcome as one
And in this world 
I need not more than you
For without your love in my heart 
it would be torn in two
So when your found say to me 
that never you will leave
And in your eyes I'll see your love 
and therefore will believe
For its from you my brother 
I wait to fill the missing link
To show you who I am 
and how I really think
For me to give you 
the flower of love 
Is what I really need
Then we can start our lives together
Once we've planted that seed



Details | I do not know? | |

Love

Love is the color of the pink floating hearts all around.
It sounds like the clam ocean waters.
And tasted like the sweetness of candy.
It smells like red rose freshly picked.
It looks like two people holding on to one another.
It makes me feel happy that people can find their sole mate.

Love is the light colors that show all different kinds of feelings.
It sounds like your heart beating.
And it tasted like the fresh air.
It smells like the body spray you put on in the morning.
It looks like to feathers floating side by side.
It makes me feel like there’s butterflies in my stomach. 

Love is the color of the sunset as you watch it go down.
It sounds like birds singing together.
And it tastes like nothing you ever tasted.
It smells like candles lit all around you.
It looks like two people laughing.
It makes me feel that you really care.

Love is something that everyone feels at one point.


Details | I do not know? | |

Family

family is important they stick with you till the end and have rules that are impossible to bend. 
family corrects your wrongs, praises your rights and know how to put up a good fight. Their there when you need 'em and stay by your side so stand up for what you believe in , no need to hide. treat your family with respect remember they will stick with you till the end. family is a precious thing, make sure you keep in touch everyone's family  loves them so much! And remember you don't have to impress them they will stick with you till the end.


Details | Rhyme | |

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


Details | Free verse | |

Message to Mom on Graduation Day

Mom...

   words cannot express how I feel right now....
   I just want to thank you for all you have done for me....
   I do not know where I would be today....
   if you where not there as my crutch when I needed you most....
   you are the most understanding & caring person in the world....
   to have and to love as a mother....
   I thank my prayers from the good Lord up above....
   for the prayers that were answered for the man I have become today....
   I wish all parents were as supportive as you have been to me....
   to talk when we need too stay quiet when we need too....
   thank you for the life you have given me....
   and the direction that you have led me in....
   I will cherish all the memories, advice, & love you have given me....
   forever and always....
   
   Thank you
   
   I love you Mom.
   I love you.

Kevin Ryan Hansen
11/07/98
Revised 10/12/06


Details | Rhyme | |

Crackling Hearts an Onomatopoeia Poem

Crackling Hearts

Swoosh, whoosh a salty sea soars,
splish-splash colossal waves a roar.
Drip-drop, a leaky faucet spent,
trickle, streaming tears repent.

Pounding heart sore, you adore,
beating, loving pumps no more.
Thump of regret, of love in debt,
thrashing together you forget.

Fluttering beats on retreat,
sloshing a scent so very sweet.
Shattering bond, broken beyond,
a bellowing future now so fond.

Grimacing glares, hatred a flares,
spawning an odium of stares.
Soured smiles, trekking every mile,
whispering woes all the while.

Crackling hearts, burned apart,
smoldering pain from the start.
Hissing highs, kissing goodbye,
a burning love affair denied.

*An Onomatopoeia Poem people, but no place to choose that category! Thanks for taking the time to view my work, my fellow poet and poetess friends!


Details | Narrative | |

He Loved You

He loved you too, you know
Loved you like his very own
In away you were
You came into his life as my friend
Through the years you grew to be my brother in arms 
Along the way you became the son he never had

He loved you as a friend
He loved you even more as a son
A son he never had
When things began to spiral out of control
You stayed when so many others ran away
You helped when I couldn’t

You meant a great deal to him
You never looked at him differently 
Nor did you treat him differently
You stood by his side
When he fell, you stood by his side and mine
You were willing to help me fight his battle for him 
You were there from the beginning 
You were there until the bitter end
Always remember my friend, my brother
He loved you more than you’ll ever know


____________________________________________________________
Dedicated to close Family friend Rodney Howard. He loved my Daddy just as much as I did/do.


Details | Free verse | |

I'm Sorry-A Poem for my kids-Jani, Billy, Josh, and Kristin

I'm sorry to all of my children
How I wish I could go back to change
The wrong things I've put you all through
And to make time rearrange
Those times to good moments for all of you
I'm sorry for what my life, fears and screw ups have put all four of you through
I simply rolled with what those fears handed me
Yes I so should've done more
And not just let it be
I was so scared and didn't really know what to do
When you're standing inside a house with the rook on fire
Well you, in that moment, are to blind to see
What's happening all around
Now I see it all to clearly and the fire is burning everything down to the ground
I'm sorry I wasn't there for you like I should've been
There's no excuse for it
Those wounds you now bear may not ever mend
And I live with that everyday
But that doesn't mean the love that I feel
For each one of you isn't real
It most certainly is
I'm not asking any of you to forgive me or accept my apology
But know that this all comes from my heart
Pain and rage will tear ones soul apart
And none of these words will make the past different, go away or any better
We do still have a chance, however, to overcome it and get through the stormy 
weather together
Being better people in the end
So while this don't make my mistakes you bear go away
I still need to say
You can hate me more and more everyday
If that's what is helping you to get by and cope
But no matter how much hate you have for me, I still love all four of you 
unconditionally
Perhaps one day you can each find it in your hearts to forgive me
Not for me, but for yourselves cause it's truly the only way you'll ever fully be able to 
move on........Love Mom


Details | Rhyme | |

OPPOSITE SEX

      OPPOSITE  SEX

Every morning I wake and gaze my lover in her face
Her eyes are close so tight
I wonder who she is dreaming of
Maybe in her sleep is the only place she forgives me.

In a bit, she will awake
Walking towards the shower
Her fresh smile in the morning is fake
I can smell her odor,  like a flower.

How could I do this to you?
I know you are hurting everyday
With all the things I did to you
Thank you for not walking away.

Seeing as you get dressed in front of me
With a body so nice leaving me aroused
Afraid of you going your own way
Every time I see you leave with an open blouse

The harder I try to make it better
You gain authority  over me
Holding you near in the cold weather
You push me away when you remember

You are the best thing that ever happens to me 
How could I be so dumb with my stupidity

May be one day you will forgive 
Without you I realize I cannot live
My days go by me very slow
The love for me, you no longer show

Lying by your side where you rest
You turn away before I turn off the light
I want to touch you with a nice soft caress
You say you are tired just about every night
I kiss your neck to see if you respond 
You give me the cold shoulder as if we just had a fight
I touch your curves with my fingertips
Still, you do not give into my lips.

I beg you please do not make me wither away
You say you have nothing to say
Regretting what I did everyday

I am still deeply in love with you,
Without you I do not know what to do!!!

 =====Opposite Sex=====
                 


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A Mother's Love


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


Details | Epic | |

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


Details | Romanticism | |

You Touched My Heart

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

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

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

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

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

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


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I Hate You Cancer

Dedicated to my Dad who lost his short battle w/ Colon Cancer on June 18,2013

I hate you Cancer
Your vile evil and cruel
You don't care who you hurt
I'll never forget that day
I'll always hate you for it

Your heartless Cancer
You took someone important from me
Someone important from others too
Took people who didn't belong to you
I hate you for it

You disgust me Cancer
You had no right to take him from me
He mattered more than my very own life
I hate you for taking my Daddy
I hate you for taking others too

I hate you with a passion Cancer
You took part of my heart with him
You took part of my soul that day too
I hate you for it
I hate you I hate you I hate you

I hate you with every fiber of my being 
Go back to Hell where you belong
I hate you, others hate you
Your not welcome or wanted here Cancer

I hate you more than his doctor's
I hate you more than God
I hope I get to witness that day
Witness the day you fall
And you will fall Cancer

You're gonna lose the battle one day Cancer
I'm gonna laugh and dance around your grave
You'll finally get what you deserve 
And you'll never be able to take another soul


Sabrina Niday Hansel


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Details | Rhyme | |

The Hospital Fairyland

THE HOSPITAL FAIRYLAND

They walked together, hand in hand,
Into life’s magical fairyland.
Where there was no trouble, where there was no pain.
Where life could really, begin all over again.
Where were no men in little white coats.
Forcing you all, to stuff drugs down your throats.
Forcing you to do, what you didn’t want to.
Telling you it was all for the best, for you,
People shouting, people crying.
Most of the people talking about dying.
What is this hell, we’ve all come to?
It’s called coming off drugs, we all have It to go through.
Where will it end, what will we do?
None of us really, has a clue.
We are given more pills, we are told, we have to take.
To the men in white coats, life’s a piece of cake.
We are the prisoners, they guard the doors.
Some try to creep out, on all fours.
Into hell and back, we go for a ride.
Eventually if we’re lucky, we come out the other side.
Where we can walk, hand in hand.
Into life’s magical Fairyland.
Where there is trouble, where there is pain.
But at least we can start, living again.


Details | Haiku | |

Mother

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


Details | Narrative | |

Baseball in Heaven

My grandfather and I had a special relationship.

When I was young we lived near his home in Baltimore.  But, my family moved away from 
Baltimore when I was five and we lived most of my life in another state far away from my 
grandfather.  Whenever he called, however, I was the one grandchild he always wanted to 
talk to so we could discuss his beloved Baltimore Orioles.  I was the one grandchild who 
followed sports closely and always remained a true Baltimore sports fan.

Later in life, I learned that my grandfather was actually a gifted baseball player himself when 
he was young.  In those days, he would explain, professional baseball players did not make 
enough money to support a family so he had to make up his mind to either play baseball or 
get married and raise a family.  As it turned out, his love for baseball was only surpassed by 
his love for my grandmother and, although he hung on to the newspaper clippings that 
labeled him a “can’t miss professional baseball prospect”, he hung up his cleats and glove, 
married my grandmother and went out to find a “real” job.

But his love for the game survived and year in and year out, he and I discussed the 
intricacies of the game and enjoyed or lamented each baseball season based on the 
successes and/or failures of the Baltimore Orioles.  As crummy as the Baltimore bums are 
today, I was fortunate enough to experience and share many more successful seasons than 
poor ones during those limited years that I shared life with this amazing man.

I always felt sorry for my grandfather, considering him a victim of poor timing.  Had he 
been born about 50 years later in life, he would not have had to pick between being a 
baseball player or earning a living – in fact, with his talent, he could have earned a much 
better than average living while enjoying the one thing he loved most in life.

When my grandfather passed away, I was sure that he was joining a heavenly nine to once 
again strap on his spikes and don the leather.  Without a doubt, they must play baseball in 
heaven.  And I wait for the day that I sit in the heavenly bleachers and cheer on a young 
grandfather playing this wonderful game with other boys of summer.

(Inspired by, “is there baseball in heaven”, by Constance, A Rambling Poet)


Details | Munaajaat | |

Tell Me

I'm lost hurt and angry
Why did you take his life
I want, No I need to know
Tell me, Tell me why
I deserve to know

Haven't you done enough to him
What'd he ever do to you
He suffered his whole life
Suffered more than anyone deserved
Tell me, Tell me why you did it
I have a right to know

Why'd you let him born to them
Born to worthless parents
Parents who didn't care
They threw him away like garbage
Pawned him off on someone else
Tell me, Tell me why
Explain how you could do that

You gave him Polio
You let others treat him like disease
You took away the full use of his legs
You warped his hand and foot
Tell me, Explain to me why
I deserve to know

You let others think he was crazy
You let it go on for over year
You didn't stop it, Why
Tell me, Give me your reason
Answer me, Help me to understand

You go and make matters worse
You gave him Cancer
You didn't give him a chance to fight back
You just jerked him away from us
Tell me, Tell me how
How you could be so cruel

How can others not question you
When others do it, It's murder
But when it's by your hand
It's your will, Their fate
Tell me, What makes you so different
Your no better than the demons knocking at the door

You heard me beg and plead
You know I'm not afraid to die
I was willing to carry it all for him
I was willing to take my Daddy's place
You didn't even let me say Goodbye
Tell me, Tell me why I couldn't take his place
Answer me, you owe me that much



Sabrina Niday Hansel
~Niday40873~

(motif) Spiritual


Details | Quatrain | |

The Mighty Kern (The end of many dreams)

You’re not real deep as rivers go
You’re really not that wide
When it comes to my feelings of you
They’re feelings I just can’t hide

Through giant boulders you descend 
Winding through canyon walls
Inside you many have met their end
As rapidly as your water falls

Merle Haggard wrote a song of you
You took someone he loved
His song is very beautiful and true
A gift from God above

At four I stood upon your banks
Watched my mother die
Like those before and after her
So many left to cry

Your pools are pools of death
Calm and still they seem
Whirlpools lurking underneath
The end of many dreams


For Brian's contest
 


Details | Lyric | |

Don't Cry

Please don't cry over my casket 
For I am not there 
Please don't cry at my grave 
My soul has been set free 
I know it's hard not to cry 
I've been down that road one to many times 

I have no more pain 
I have no more sickness 
And I would not change a thing 
As I walk threw the gates of Heaven 
Mom Dad our brothers and sisters 
Will welcome me with open arms 
Here I am free of that pain 

Don't blame yourself 
It was my time to go home 
This is where I'm supposed to be 
Don't dwell on things which you can not change 
I will always be in your heart 

I will always be watching over you 
When that day comes for you to come home
I will be there to welcome you 
With open arms
And walk you threw the gates of Heaven 
You will be greeted by our family & friends
Who came home before you 
Until that day I will be watching over you


Details | Couplet | |

A Prayer for my Wife

                           A Prayer for my Wife


Now I’ll tell you all the details if I can keep from sheddin’ a tear
Last night when it got late and really quiet around here 

I got down on my knees, crossed my heart and began to pray
And in the darkness between me and God, here’s what I had to say

I love her so much Lord and I just don’t know what I’d do
I’m afraid that she won’t make it, that’s why I’m coming to you

Here with my heart open, at your mercy down on my knees
I’m begging’ you with every heartbeat, Oh Lord hear my pleas

I don’t know what your plans are or what you have in store
And I know I don’t deserve her and that she deserves much more

And don’t misunderstand Lord, I don’t assume any obligation
For your bounty in our life has exceeded all our expectations

But please allow her to live and me to be a part of that life
And I swear I’ll make this beautiful woman proud to be my wife

And if it’s not in your plans Lord then I pray that you take me instead
Cause’ I can’t live without my love, I’d be better off dead

And no excuses for my past Lord, but I’ll do better than I’ve done
I ask you only this, my lord, in the name of your Son.

I wiped my tears as I said my amen’s and prepared myself to stand
Stepped up next to your bed and began to caress your pretty hand

I stared off into space as all the memories came flooding in
Reliving each and every moment, over and over again

And as the first rays of sunshine, streamed in past the curtain
I felt an overwhelming peace calm my mind and ease the hurtin’

I felt compelled to kiss you so I pressed my lips to your face
And it seemed the room was filled in the beauty of God’s living grace

And you slowly opened your eyes and smiled for me to see
And I knew the Lord my God had given my sweet wife back to me


Details | Free verse | |

Ode to my son on his 28th birthday

When I looked up at you the other night
I saw you coming through the door
Framing it with your amazing smile
steadfast, self assured, a happy man
A happy Dutch life with Irish sea-kissed roots
Not just a European but a world class man
As you stood before me, I felt such pride.


When I think of you, I see my little boy blue
Forever young, blond mop, those winsome sky eyes
my spry child, intelligent, forever questioning
hyperactive,  mischievous, a little dare devil
your smile, a mile wide in times of trouble
I see you holding your teddies Ruby and Rupert
Tractors, diggers, broken engines brrrrrrrmm.


Your love of engines, paid off after all
as you shifted gear to driving instruction
For a guy who showed no interest in being a scholar
Now you are the teacher, with a flurry of pupils
I think it works better, this way around.
Your greatest gift is your love for people
Your greatest asset, your winning smile


Keep on living and loving as you do
You view life through a positive lens
Becoming a mother hit me with a new perspective
An appreciation of life, when I gave you yours
Together we grew, and continue to grow
In love and respect, now and forever.


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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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I love

I love your soft kisses.I love firm but gentle touch.  I love the way you bite your lip.I love you soooooo much.
 I love the way you look at me.I love the way you smile.  I love the way you're shy sometimes,Every once and a while.
 I love it when you look at me, When I'm not looking at you.  You think I do not realize it, But really...I do.
 I love the way you cuddle. I love the way you sleep.  I love how you bite your lip when something turns you on. I love the way you rub your neck,when you are thinking so deep.
I love all of you,Your nose, your lips, your hair, even your smelly feet.  I love how you drink Dr Pepper. Morning noon and night.  I love how if someone puts me down your always there first one there ready to fight.  I will never stop loving you. You are so amazingly sweet.
 I love that I love you.I have loved you from the very start.  I LOVE ALL OF YOU,You alone hold the key to my heart.


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What Is This Church All About

What Is This Church All About?

Is this church meant for people like me?
Is this where God really wants me to be?

They claim to be filled with God’s spirit.
When it comes to HIS truth...  Can they give it?

I’m sure there’s many who come and attend
It’s more than “church on Sunday,” that we must spend!

We must reach out to the lost and the oppressed!
After all, Christ gave us his very best!

May we all preach the gospel and God’s holiness!
And strive to seek his awesome righteousness!

Living for Jesus must be a daily walk and experience!
Not simply based on our “ambitious self appearance.”

God isn’t interested in a denomination or a title…
He wants to know…  Do we really believe the Bible?

He’s not interested in the money put in the offering plate.
He wants to know; “Are you ready
 to enter heaven’s gate?”

May we strive to serve Jesus with a zeal and passion!
And be filled with his holiness and compassion!

May we serve Jesus from a heart of humbled confession!
And making our commitment to him,
 our #1 possession!

“Unless the Lord builds the house.”  
They labor in vain that build it!
Let’s seek the power of God! 
May his presence completely fill it!!

By Jim Pemberton    


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Rebuilding the Shed in the Backyard - Again

My son is out fixing up the shed.
Winter is coming on. Needed doing he said.
He had the time and the bound-to’s.
I’m not used to this thought process, I’m not. Not from a child.

I watch him for a while.
Opening and closing gates as needed.
The dust, sifted into powder from summer’s heat, poof’s with his steps.
The heels of his jeans dragging strings on the ground, erase the tread of his 
boots.

The shed is old. There is algae or lichen on the north side boards,
where the wood is splintery gray.
Some of the lichen florets are the color of sage, some the color of a bright orange 
rust,
Circled with gray ones and black, their life cycle played out.

He hammers nails and screws in screws while holding boards in place.
Sweat glistening where skin is exposed, making long dark stains in his black 
shirt.
Veins standing out against the strain, and
Muscles laboring to prove he can do the job well, without a mother’s help.

While he works I think about his father and how differently they work.
His father preferring team work and orchestrated smooth motion
working side by side, no extra movements – and he whistled.
My son needs to prove his skills first – alone.

The shed is done and it will brave another winter, keeping the horses sheltered 
from the elements.
The wind, snow and horses milling about, will obliterate the trail of pant cuffs, 
Along with the memory of one cool day at the end of summer, 
When a man worked hard to rebuild their shelter.


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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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A Poetry Ballad

Ballad of the poet

When the moon kissed the sun, and light spread upon the earth. *hh*
Bright and early, 
early bird gets the worm.

With sullen time on stand by.... *DJ*"
Spurns emerald valleys that blur upon my new-found perch  *J.M.G*
While all nature wakes from slumber in timeless glory. *E.G*
Morning glory stroked by a ceremonious dandelion... whisper~   *K.D*

Bitter like morning breath.
Rooster crows, two songs, I share a note with him.
My cat rises to the sun of a new day.
Stretches into a c with her tongue curled and tail furled  *S.K.*
My coffee offers the sweetest taste after a goodbye kiss.
Clever and warm, I twinkle to the new morning light,
as I step outside, something pierced my heart..
~Wing broken, his bow in tow, arrows strewn, 
~No flight for thee, love lost, bent arrows I see,"  *R.M*
Everything I see, everything I feel around me.
Becomes a new song.
Born of many emotions.
I roll them on a paper without a pen. 
BUT!  In my mind they speak clearly to me~
Look into My eyes with your heart... and there you will find your soul  * R.A.D.*

"I hear an angel calling The beastly being within"   *R.S*
A new creation awaits beyond the path of dreams content,
Eros and Cupid both shoot through my heart."  *J.H.*
As the arrow's liquid enters my soul...    *RON*
Will that winged creature with the bow and arrows stop blinking his eyes?" *R.P*
He has stretched his wings too far this time.  *V.B.*
"His arrow of love is strumming my heart with golden grace.  *L.M*
A Halo'd smile upon my face.    * L.H*
Has suddenly turned to a grimace!   *G.S.*


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The Hunting Trip

Daddy went hunting.
Mamma went too.
Daddy got a deer,
but Mamma got two.

Mamma told her story
while Daddy stood by
looking like at any time
he was gonna cry.

We all thought "He's jealous
he only got one."
But, Daddy had a reason
he didn't shoot his gun.

The buck was at his blind.
He seen him at close range.
The path was clear and all at once
Daddy felt something strange.

He knew that she was waiting
over in her stand.
He had bagged so many deer.
Her fate was in his hands.

He tossed a stick to scare the deer.
He sat and watched it run.
He prayed she wouldn't miss her shot
(OR HER HUNTING DAYS WERE DONE!)

He sat patiently waiting 
for the gunshot near her stand.
When he heard her yell "I GOT ONE!"
he finally unclenched his hands.

The deer was his gift to her
although she never knew,
why Daddy only got one deer
and she got two.


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Tree of Love

The soft warm shades of twinkle lights, reflects, muted, from love worn orbs. Serenity it does afford, to all our weary souls and hearts. Each decoration is a part, to the testament of years rewards. They glow richer, as love absorbs. Sweet memories, they do impart. Paper, glitter, from a child's hand. Delicate hand blown glass Angels. Beneath a star that rests above, popcorn and cranberry garlands, tiny hand painted, silver bells. Thirty Five years of Christmas love.
For the contest: Holiday Hearth Sponsored by Linda Marie


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A Lighter Touch

It's a matter of pressure, the weight of exchange
Affection we share now, in a different ballgame
I won't leave you red faced, embarrass, or shame
Tho' my impulse commands to squeeze you the same
But your school chums are watching, so I keep arms restrained
 
You've been climbing the ladder, to your middle school days
And I'll admit that the changes are much harder for me
Than for you who resolves to grab hold to each year
And wear them like badges, on your way to be free

My cherub remembered, is no prize you would own
Yet my feelings, regardless, are the same as before
When I rocked you, my baby, how I cherished dark nights
I never once pondered, how soon wings take flight

I would cradle and hold you, my lips on your cheek
I sang nursery stories, and called you my sweet
The world of surprises with each passing while
As you wander a tightrope,  between a man and the child

So I hug you now gently,  I must stifle my gushing
But the touch of you fills me with rushes of longing
I can’t swallow you whole, like I did long ago
But the love hasn’t changed, and the touch is much lighter
But the love is the same , we both know it, somehow…



..................
For Deb's Contest: "Touch"


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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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Love Letter To My Soldier

My dearest Edward,
I admit things could be better.
While you've been away,
It gets colder by the day.
Terror creeps upon me as I lie in our bed,
When it does I remember what you said...
"Think of me and remember I love you,
Look in your heart where my love is true...
Know that if I could I would hold you and never let go,
Baby, I'm going to miss you so."
As I lie here feeling our son kick in my womb,
I know he will make his entrance soon.
One day soon we will be in your arms safe and sound,
And we will thank God for the love we have found.
So whilst you are away at war,
On distant shores...
I will miss you daily,
And pray incessantly... that you come home safely.
So until you are with us I will play the soldiers wife,
And go on in strife.
I hope you will be home soon,
To hold us in the light of the waning moon.
All my love until you are here with me,

Love Always,
Persephone


MO:DPS


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

Every Child Has a Dream…

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

Every Child Wants to Be Loved…

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

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


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Grandfather

Here lies the best Grandfather,
One who was very considerate.
Remembering him as a child,
I would sit on his lap.
He was a rare person indeed.
He was a colonel in the Army.
Also superlative of a gentelman.
Here lies the best grandfather,
May he rest in peace.


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This Memorial Day We Salute Our Veterans

We salute every soldier who’s
 served this great nation.
And offer a heart of thanks
 and appreciation!

We salute each member 
of our armed forces.
And are thankful for their
 efforts and resources!

We salute the many who 
protect our borders too.
We’d be in trouble…  
If not for people like YOU!

We salute every son and 
daughter lost in a war.
YOU are what serving this
 country is meant for!

We salute the officers who’ve 
guided our women and men.
Our prayers are with you!  
And our love from within!

We salute our veterans!  
Wherever they may be!
Those who served on
 land, air and sea!

Offering prayer to the
 Lord is our belief…
That he will guide our
 Commander-in-Chief!

As we observe 
Memorial Day this year…
Let’s offer our soldiers
 love, hope and cheer…

May God bless them in
 all they endeavor
And his peace be with them
 today and forever!!

By Jim Pemberton  
05/21/10


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Best Friend

I remember the very first time I saw you,
You wiped the sweat off your forehead,
I remember what all I use to say to you,
Followed my heart, I love you,
Maybe I needed to guard what I say,
Or express it in another way,
I hope I did you no harm,
Or is that what you call destiny,
Please know in your heart,
Eventhough how things played out,
My life and all its' worth,
Worth calling existing - living,
And without ever crossing paths,
My life would have been blah,
Words can not express how I feel about you,
Celebrate our love, if nothing more ever than be my best friend,
You are my very breath and hope of hearing from and possibly seeing you,
The very reason I make it through another day,
Our love we will celebrate far and away,
But in my heart, you are right here with me today,
I love you friend,
You make this world and all it contains worth living,
My heart smiles when it thinks of you,
I will somehow express my heart before I leave this earth,
So much I want to say,
I don't want to complicate things,
I just want you to be healthy, happy and carefree,
I know you love me,
You don't have to say it like I so often do,
I knew day one, 
When I became good friends to you!
I love you, boo!
I do!
Best of luck,
Live like you were dying!


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The Right Thing to Do

Written 7 March 2014
-------------------------------------

Bruce and Jennie, both were 10,
Had been playmates all their lives.
One day, Bruce proclaimed,
“Jennie… most good men have wives.”

He professed his love for her.
Jennie said she loved him too.
They decided that getting married
Was ‘the right thing’  to do.

So, Bruce went to speak to her father,
Who was doing yard work at the time.
“May I speak to you, Mr. Johnson?”
“Sure, Bruce. What’s on your mind?”

“Sir, I love your Jennie;
And Jennie, she loves me;
But we need your permission
To be married… to be “We.”

Impressed by Bruce’s courage,
He knew this confrontation must be tough.
He smiled and asked, “Bruce, are you sure
You love my daughter enough?”

Bruce’s face became stern, he said,
“Mr. Johnson, let me tell you…
I love Jennie so much…and she loves me.
We’re both sure it’s the right thing to do.”

He was moved by Bruce’s ardor,
But permission was not his to give.
So, quick as flash, he responded,
“But Bruce…where will you live?” 

“Sir, I measured her room;
Then I measured mine.
Hers is 40 percent bigger.
We’ll live there.  We’ll be fine.

If we have extra stuff,
We’ll keep that in my room.
We’ll keep our places neat and tidy.
You won’t even need a broom.

And both our parents can save money 
On babysitters too.
Even if you do things on the same night,
You’ll only need one sitter, not two.”

Mr. Johnson was impressed with his logic,
But this marriage idea was no longer funny.
He smiled and said, “That’s good thinking, Bruce;
But what are you gonna do for money?

“Why, Mr. Johnson, I get twelve-fifty a week allowance;
And let me remind you, Jennie also gets ten.
Throw in our birthdays and Christmas cash….
Why, we might even have money to lend.”

Desperate now, he thought, 
“Next, I guess they’ll want a car.”
Then he asked, “But Bruce, what if you have kids?”
"Aawww," blushed Bruce... “We’ve been lucky so far.”
 


Details | I do not know? | |

The Speed of Life

In the childhood home her mother spins her child
Round and round we go happiness seems to overflow
And the childhood  goes by; faster, faster

A growing child with so much energy running and having fun
Careless and free he runs across the yard
He is growing up; faster, faster

Only in middle school and already a rebel
Sticking up for a friend and getting in a fight
He has courage but still he runs; faster, faster

High school has come at last
The odd man out he cries for attention
Into depression he spirals; faster, faster

At the high school prom he meets a girl
The hearts beet together and the music beats in their ears
They are falling madly in love; faster, faster

Barely a year and a kid on the way
To work and back the same routine, every hour, every day
A wedding is coming closer; faster, faster

So far a happy life, and a good career
They buy a home and outside he spins his child
Another childhood is going by; faster, faster

His life was long another one has started from it
But now the ambulance move; faster, faster
And his heartbeat fails; slower, slower


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FATHER

FATHER
Which love is not a struggle to the mind?
'tis easier to think love glides along,
regardless of a road not there to find,
or never caring what is right or wrong.

One love, of child, a father's steady hand,
protecting innocence, through many years
as if he knew the way, and had it planned,
to heal each mortal wound as it appears.

As if all things begin with his okay,
the good, the joy of life to build upon;
demanding right, and hoping in some way
he's always with you, even when he's gone.

The banged up knee, your losing of a friend,
are yours to feel, but his to comprehend.
© RON WILSON AKA VEE BDOSA


Details | Ballade | |

Truth

ANITA STEGALL THE TRUTH IS... IM IN LOVE WITH YOU THA PERSON YOU ARE THE WAY YOU ARE CALM, COOL & COLLECTIVE 
THE TRUTH IS EVEN INN THA HARDEST OF TIMES YOU HELD MY HAND AND WHEN TIMES GOT HARD AND MY FEET COULD NO LONGER BEAR TOO WALK ON YOU GRACEFULLY CARRIED ME INN UR ARMS KISSED MY FOR HEAD AND WISPERED LOVE INTO MY HEART YOU SIMPILY SHOWED ME THE ART AND SMARTS OF LOVE AND CARING YOU PRESENTED YOURSELF AS A MOTHER, A SISTER AND BEST FRIEND 
TRUTH IS NO MATTER HOW HARD TIMES GOT I KNEW IT WAS FOR EVER ME AND YOU 
TRUTH IS YOU WERE MY VERY FIRST BLESSING TOO YOUNG TOO RELIZE SO I USED AND ABUSED UR HEART MIND ND SOUL 
&& IN THA MIST OF IT ALL YOU NEVER STALLED NOR FELL SHORT TOO HAVE MY BACK AND RIDE YOU WERE ONLY A TOUCH AWAY 
TRUTH IS IF I COULD TAKE AWAY ALL THA PAIN, THE YELLING, THA MEMMORYS THEY’D DISSAPIRE UR HEART BEYOND PURE
THE TRUTH IS INN MY EYES YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL AN ANGLE, INDEPENDENT, AH SILENET SOIJIAH 
THE TRUTH IS INN MY EYES YOU WERE SIMPILY MY FIRST TRUE LOVE THA ONE TOO TEACH ME TOO GROW TOO STRETGHEN MY HEART 
WHEN MY WINGS COULD NO LONGER HOLD ND I COULD NO LONGER SORE YOU FLEW FROM THA BLUE AND WRAPPED ME INTO YOUR WINGS AND TOGETHER WE SORED THROUGH IT ALL
-THIS IS MY LOVE LETTER OF TRUTH TOO ANITA STEGALL (MY BLESSING && GRANDMA I LOVE YOU)


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Angels

On the wings of two angles I was brought into this world…
My mother and father I’ve called them since I first spoke,

To their arms I ran when I first walked…

When my heart was not calm

Their love would come…

When no one believed
They saw what others couldn’t see
When I would cry
With a calm sigh they would smile
And the whole world would stop and the pain would die…
They taught me to not lie…
They taught me to be human…
On the wings of two angels I was brought into this world…
My mother…her beauty puts the stars to shame….
My father…his heart stronger than all the men that walk among us…

I thank my lord for giving me
The biggest treasure on this world,
Love that is clearly out of this world…
Thank you…
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Truest Love






      ******

    It's truest form
Is to love others'
        - As -
Thee Love Thy-self
      ------
   This is both a blessing
To God and a Blessing
      Worthy to be
Bestowed upon Others'
      ------
   But first seek the
       Kingdom
  Of God
Fore His very word
    Will Absolve Thee


          Poet Author
          Gary Fields


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my family

a family is togetherness
a togetherness is unity
a unity is a team 


dad,mom,sister,brother,granny, grandpa,uncle,aunt
are weeeee!!!!!!!!!!!
we are all a unity 
we love our team as all we love our family 
we love our parents
we love our grands
we love are sides ....................


we love our unity 
we love our family toooo !!!!!!     much!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


:)


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Love came down at Christmas

L Long ago travelled Kings
O Opened their minds to prophecies
V Visiting from afar they brought gifts of Gold, Fracincense and Myrrh
E Eastern Star guiding them lighting the way

C Company of Heavenly Host
A Allelujah! Angels appeared to Shepherds, telling Savior born
M Manger for bed wrapped in cloths in Town of David
E Evangelically proclaimed Christ the Lord

D December 25th designated day
O On which we recollect
W Why/way Christ entered our world
N Nativity only part of His story

A A new testament
T Tells of new covenant between God and His people

C Christ's coming to Earth
H Hailed as new born King, Holy
R Risen Lord, righteous redeemer, 
I Intercedes for us as
S Spiritual Saviour to save sinners souls
T Time for Truth, Trust, Trinity
M Man's belief in God of Love,  
A As Father Son and Holy Spirit
S Shall be saved


Details | I do not know? | |

My beautiful daughter

She came out crying, i started laughing,
Filled with joy i couldn't stop crying,
This little thing here in my arms,
Waiting to be fed by her own mum.

Thirteen years later she was in middle school,
Asking me why she had to go to school,
She complained about her teachers and her friends,
she complained about everyone around her desk.

Eighteen years later she finished high school,
running from our house to look very cool
She looked for colleges in a far away land,
It feels like just yesterday when she came into this world.

Twenty five years later she comes back home,
With a man she met in her college dorm,
They start a family they build a home,
She gets her own daughter and lives it all.


Details | Narrative | |

We Are There With You

You do not stand alone in your Battle
Your battle is our Battle
We may not be there in body
But we are there with you in Spirit

We are there in every beat of your Heart
In every whisper of the wind
In every thought and every touch
Every breath and every sound
We are there with you

You are wrapped in an Endless chain of Love
In every link we each send you a part of us
We send you some of our Strength
Some of our will to Fight
Some of our Courage
The most important of them all
We send you all of our Love

If you feel you need more
Just give that Endless chain a little tug
And we'll be there
Tug til you need us no more
Then we'll know you've gone Home
 


______________________________________________________________________
5/09/2014 Dedicated to my Aunt Nini, Wilma Thomas Gamble for Mother's Day. Sadly she lost her Battle w/ Stage 4 Pancreatic Cancer on 5/30/2014.


Details | Concrete | |

I know I can Be a Bad Man

Yeah I know I can be a bad man
But I just want people to understand
I do what I must, I do only what one can

I think about life, I think about my everyday strifes
I know I love you girl you the mama of my children
You already like my wife
I know I have cheated from time to time 
but you the only one who I sleep with at the end of another long night

Yeah I know I can be a bad man
But I just want people to understand
I do what I must, I do only what one can

I know I like to drink yet it feels like I love that alcohol
This liqour and beer is my number one downfall
If it werent so then the crazy *****in my life now I would have never saw
I would have never ended up sitting in prison for breaking the law

Yeah I know I can be a bad man
But I just want people to understand
I do what I must, I do only what one can

It's alright now though because Im back in school
I know I struggle at times but Im reframing from being another lost fool
I know it bull-*****even though many youngsters think that *****is cool
But they don't know if they been where I been and still want to do what I do


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MY FATHERS HANDS

MY FATHERS HANDS

He the man known as father, worked a common man's labor,
Never did this soul complain, even as his last breath inhaled,
On earth.
Daddy's little girl was I, the apple of eye, one might say,
The sparkles pride that lit up his spirit and made the pain
Of hardship melt away.
Calloused, and blistered, he earned every marks blemish,
Strength's scares were worn in my fathers hands. 
Deeply engraved within the living embodiment, 
Of truth and honor's pride, I'll carry him within me
For the rest of my life.
This mountain of a man I called dad, placed these
Tiny feet upon the right path, and even when I did
Stray he stepped in and led this wayward women
Back.
In heaven's grace he'll be watching over me,
Always and someday no doubt, we embrace once
More, and those loving hands will lovely hold this
Child now grow, and I'll know again his eternal warmth.
In blessing's grace, may the angels watch over thee,
Until we meet again, on the distant shores of Nirvana.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
CONTEST WITH THESE HANDS
12-20-2013
VISUAL #5


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My little Diva

She’s my little Diva An over achiever Will debate till you believe her She’s strong willed Not easily thrilled Tells you exactly how she feels She’s a mini me Quite a beauty Filled with desire and creativity She loves fashion Shops with passion Won’t leave till she’s matching She’s my little Diva Saen; my hearts keeper My love for her runs deeper Lay


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My Father's cleats

 It’s funny how my father’s hobby became mine. He has been a sportsman all his life, he played basketball, volleyball and softball all his youth, but his real passion is soccer and even though he is 55 years old now, he still keeps playing it and loving it. He has had all kinds of cleats, all brands, all colors, different styles, but it does not change anything, he still plays amazing. But one thing I do find hilarious is that every time he comes from a game, he cleans his cleats, he washes them and takes them with such an unbelievable affection, that I’m beginning to think that he might love them more than he loves me, but now I do know the feeling of a new shiny, hard and beautiful pair of cleats. I still recall when he took me for my very first pair, I could not believe he was doing it for me, I was so excited, but now I realize that what I was excited about is that I could be like my father for just a moment when I had them on. Ever since I was little, I remember my daddy playing soccer, leaving home all dressed up, ready to fight, and win the ball to make a remarkable roll on the field. The playing field that we both love, the field all covered in grass, all green, so delicious and soft, so colorful… being crashed by everyone’s cleats and the rolling ball, feeling the sunlight on our skin, and the wind on our faces. Having a team, an extra family with whom we could find support and create new ideas, new plays so we could smash the opponent. So yes, I loved watching him play and cheering him up more than I could ever like watching official and famous soccer teams. I do find funny the fact that my father’s hobby became mine since everyone says we’re too similar, and even though he also has a son, his daughter is with whom he shares that connection. I love the fact that our simple relationship was started thanks to such a manly sport, and curiously, to transform me into such a girly girl.


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I Went to Church Last Sunday

I Went to Church Last Sunday… I went to church last Sunday, and heard a lesson… I felt like I was almost in a “delicatessen.” A “menu” was served, with a “meal” given. And a “pep talk’” on “how good we’re livin’! We were asked to shake a hand, “and meet a friend.” “But don’t say anything that may offend!” Our comfort was sought after, with “love” in mind! We were taught to be “considerate and kind!” We sang a few songs, and raised a few hands… And got up and down, all through the stands! A pastor spoke a message, he wanted to be taught. A “feel good” message is what he sought! How many “feel good” messages do we need? In what direction does this church want to lead? Is it one that doesn’t have a fear of God, from within? Is this a place where one can find freedom from sin??? We need more than a Sunday lesson, to change this nation! We need God’s power! With Holy Ghost conviction! We need pastors that are on fire, with a passion and zeal! And the believe that Christ’ coming is very real! May there be a new focus, of Christ’ death on the cross! And much more emphasis on reaching the lost! Going to church On Sunday, doesn’t mean a thing… If living 100 percent for Jesus, doesn’t mean anything! May your church on Sunday be stirred from above! And be filled with God’s power, his holiness and love!!! By Jim Pemberton


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God Has Made Everything Beautiful In His Time

“There is a time for each season…
To everything made…  
There is a divine reason.

A time for purpose under
 the heavens above…
A time for meaning from a God of love.

A time to be born.  A time to die…
A time to farm the ground
 under the beautiful sky.

A time to kill.  A time to heal...
A time to tear down and
 to build up with a passion and zeal 
 
A time for weeping.   A time for laughing…
A time to mourn.  A time for dancing.

A time to keep...
A time to throw away.
A time to tear.  A time to make amends today.

A time to get.  A time for losing…
A time to keep.  And to give
 away at our choosing.

A time for silence.  A time to speak…
A time for each hour
 and day of the week.

A time for love.  A time for hate…
A time for war.  A time for peace at your gate.

How will you spend the time
 God has given to you?
What is your choice?  What will you do???

May this be a time living in 
God’s purpose and design.
He created you and made 
everything beautiful in his time!

By Jim Pemberton  05/22/10
Read Eccl. 3:1-11



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A Strong Woman

A strong woman doesn’t have to have the body that only society wants.
A strong woman doesn’t have to run a marathon.
A strong woman doesn’t have to wear a size zero.
A strong woman doesn’t have to have marvelous muscular masculine legs.
A strong woman doesn’t have to bike up a mountain.
A strong woman doesn’t have to work out for hours to make her tough.

A strong woman has the look of confidence written across her face.
A strong woman still stands tall when she is full of sorrow.
A strong woman does everything at a steady pace.
A strong woman won’t be afraid.
A strong woman keeps her head held high.
A strong wouldn’t care about what she weighed.
A strong woman never gives up.
A strong woman through hard times.
A strong woman is always tough.

Working long hours to make money,
She still makes time to ask,
“How was your day, honey?”
Instead of having a tall, strong stance,
She goes crazy
And she does the Carlton Dance.

She will turn your frown
Upside down.
She will always be there to help you-
For everything you go through.
She will have that shoulder to cry on.
Always- dusk until dawn.

She gives you the clothes on your back.
She gives you the food in your stomach.
She gives you the shelter above your head.
Even when she’s hanging by a thread.

You may say your super-hero is Spiderman…
Batman…
Or Superman…
But my hero is my mom…
Because my mom is a strong woman.


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My Dad who died 41 years ago on June 12th

‘MY DAD’

It was on 'Good Friday'1973,

The doctor delivered his verdict, he said 'he has the big c',

He stood there expressionless, not a flicker crossed his face,

So cold, so hard, barely part of the human race,

He never said 'I'm sorry' he didn't say a thing,

He just walked off and left us, we couldn't take it in,

It was only weeks earlier that it started

With a cough and cold,

Now suddenly he was looking very, very old.

We hadn't expected anything, like this to be told,

6 months to a year, he later said.

But by then, my dad was confined to bed,

As it turned out, 6 weeks is all he had,

He suffered terribly, it was very, very bad,

He gave up his cigarettes, which caused all this strife

BUT HE PAID THE ULTIMATE PRICE,

WITH HIS LIFE.


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Ode to my daughter on her birthday - 26

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

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


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A Homeless Man Named Sam- Part 1

Hebrews 13:2 "Be not forgetful to entertain strangers: for thereby some have entertained angels unawares."
 
"Authors Note: This is a true short story/poem of my strange encounter with a dear, homeless man named Sam.
 This happened in 1992, when I was living in Grass Valley, Ca. These are not actual pictures of Sam, but they remind me of him in so many ways. We should care about people, all people, homeless or otherwisez'
 ***Dedicated to Sam*** ____________________________________________________ 
Part 1
He stood alone on the corner on a local, busy, traveled street
 In ragged clothes holding a sign standing in the cold or heat
 “Anything Helps,God Bless", it says, on his small cardboard sign
 "I’d appreciate whatever you give, even a nickel or a dime".
 Most all the drivers pass him by, seeming not to care
 But every time I see him, I feel such a need to share 

I’ve seen him at other places in that same part of town
 A place where the homeless go; those that are lonely and down
 There’s a shelter down the street, a couple of blocks away
 It’s called “Open Door Mission” a place where the homeless stay
 
I want to cry when I see this place, full of children, women and men
 Driving down by the Mission down on Nicholas Street, I see them picking through dirty, garbage bins
 Glad when they find a piece of clothing, or joyful for some aluminum cans
 
Some people think it’s shameful when others are down, or in such paltry jams
 I think to myself, “How can they feel this way, it could be them or me”!
 “Open your eyes”, I want to yell out loud, “Isn’t this the land of the free”? 
How far have we come from this ideal, 'Land of the Free, Home of the Brave”?
 On our holiday, the Fourth of July, does that saying mean the same today?
 


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ONCE AGAIN THANK YOU

I was just trying to remember the past
 trying to remember the good people
 and the bad people,
 that i came across on my way,

i want you to know
that you are among the good people
 that left a good trace in my life,

once again i just want to say thank you
for passing through my life,
is so short but is wonderful
i want you here forever.


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Wish upon a star

On the night, of my twentieth year.
A shooting star, I saw very clear.
My wish was, said into the air.
A baby to love, either or, I don"t care.

Many years later, the wish all but forgotten. 
Until, the night of his birth.
All the wait and worry, he was well worth.
Moonlight kissed his cheeks, as he first nursed.

Calm, comfortable, warm, and just fed.
I snuggled my newborn, in bed.
Stars from the window, were shinning above his head.
Nothing more beautiful, enough words, could never be said.

As I turned, for just, one more look.
My breath, was actually took.
A star exploded, as if the sky shook. 
Definitely, something for the baby book.

Was I reminded, in a special way?
That my wish, had only been delayed.
A miracle, all the doctors say.
My baby boy, he was born today.

Mom loves you Cameron


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Grandma's Love...

Grandma, you are so special, your love knows no bounds.
 A room takes special warmth whenever your around.
You think I am cute and talented and maybeeven wise,
But, I know thats why all grandparents see through loving eyes.
Everyday with you is so precious, I'm so thankful for the time.
Out of all the grandparents in the world I am so glad that you are mine.


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Little Warrior

Little warrior, take heart and know this
That before you came into my ranks
My kingdom had stood untouched
Safely guarded in that mountain fortress
Where's kept the heart and dreams of its king
Where flew the battle flag of solitude overhead
With the warning printed so boldly thereon
"Don't tread on me!"

My kingdom slumbered in a wintered sleep 
That rendered my reign bereft of flavor
Then you, still baptized in bloody victory
Let loose your piercing battle cry
That shook the very foundation of my kingdom
Crumbling down the fortress walls!

Little warrior, my first knight, despair not
For you've become the salt of my kingdom
And the favored champion of this king's heart
And by very reason of your appointment
Have stayed the axeman his fatal cut
To my own mortality, for yet another term.

Look now my little prince
To that once cold mountain fortress
That had imprisoned in cold stone a hollow dream
Gloriously basking now in the warmth of defeat
Look there, high above the cherry blossoms
Where now the nightingale and cardinal sing
A new flag, warmly streaming on a spring breeze
Proudly raised in the fullness of my heart
This battle weary king's final treasure
At last, at long, long, last...
Flies my precious white flag!


                                           Timothy I. Brumley


* A poem for my son that conveys the emotions I felt while witnessing the miracle of his birth
Written in free verse form as a reminder that freedom is never won free of cost, but
instead requires upon her sacred alter, the greatest of all sacrifices.








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Give Praise To God

Let us pray this very day, that God will surely come our way, to 
give us wisdom and knowledge from above, but most imporrtant his
precious love.  Oh give praise to God everyday for helping us along the way.

His love for us is so real, it is the kind of love that helps us live.  We share
his grace, love and his power all of this and more because he loves us so.
Why be miserable, sad and blue? when you should be giving praise to God who
loves you.  Why not praise God from the moment you rise, to thank him for
his sacrifice.  

Praise God for love he shows everyday, no matter what we do or say, God loves
us anyway.  He blesses us daily with gifts from above, food, water, air, all of
this let us know he really do care.  So why not praise God  for his love, so 
jump, and shout, praise God without a doubt.  So let's praise God for his love.      


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Confirmation

The Sacrament of Confirmation

Confirmation perfects baptismal grace

The Sacrament gives the Holy Spirit to root us more deeply in divine filiation

Incorporate us more firmly to Fr. Christ

Strengthen our bond with the Church

Associate us more closely with her mission

Help us bear witness to Christian faith in words accompanied by deeds

Like Baptism imprints a spiritual mark or indeliable character of the Christian soul

For this reason one can receive this sacrament only once in one’s life

A candidate for Confirmation has attained the age of reason must profess faith

Be in the state of grace

Have the intention of receiving the Sacrament

Be prepared to assume the role of disciple

Witness to Fr. Christ, both within the Ecclesial bond

Annointing of the forehead of the baptized with sacred chrism


Written 09172012


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Moving On Singing A Song

She read one of her poems on TV. 
For all the world to hear and see.
She also spoke softly of all her pain,
To show all the world what she had gained.
To the magazines she told her story,
To show the world, the before, the after, then the glory.
On the radio she told what it was like,
She told the world while she held the mike.
For ten whole years she answered letters from far and near,
From others who also had the fear.
Then one day she just gave it all up, and said no more.
AGORAPHOBIA, you won’t come back to my door,
It’s time to put you in the past where you belong.
While she goes off to sing a song,
At little Ps, the Methodists or J.A.M.
Singing nursery rhymes, just being NAN,
And maybe in her spare time,
She will still write the occasional rhyme.


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The Talent God Gave To Me


God gave me talents and abilities to use! The love he blessed me with. I wouldn’t refuse! I wanted to use what was given. I really did! I had no idea this would change how I live! I spoke to the Lord with a heart felt confession. Using my God given talent was my obsession! People from church listened. It didn’t seem to matter. There was too much “business”, “gossip” and “chatter” I talked to the pastor about the desire I had on my heart. I could tell he didn’t care… Right from the start! In my efforts to serve God, I most certainly tried. There were many nights I laid awake and cried! In my efforts to use God’s talents, I often felt alone. I didn’t want to go anywhere. I stayed at home. I wanted to give to others, the love God gave to me! But I was alone now… It was so plain to see! The many from church that I thought were my “friend.” Would often criticize me again and again! They told me that I wasn’t good at what I wanted to do. “How could God use somebody like you???” God picked me up when I felt very discouraged and down… He filled me with his spirit. His presence was all around! He took my futile efforts to use me any way he could. Everything I was going through... He understood!. I’ve been able to share his mercy and love that he’s given! His power and grace have changed how I’m livin’! I don’t need others “permission” for the talents I received. His will in my life is what I aim to achieve! His word and love have blessed me within! I’ll do anything for my savior and friend! By Jim Pemberton


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Mama's Hands

My Mama's hands will never grow old,
No matter the twisted, fickle years.
They've held the brightst gems of joy
And softly dried my childish tears.

My Mama's hands raise the glorious sun
And set the restless stars in the evening sky.
Filled with grace and sultry passion,
Their luminous beauty is quiet and shy.

They danced across the crinkled pages
Of my young and thoughtless life;
Taught me fearless love for children,
And how to be a strong and faithful wife.

With the magic of creative stroke,
With each caring touch and soft caress,
They sowed the seeds of grace and poise
Into ever stitch she made in every dress.

The music of their movements
Will forever play across my mind.  
And, now that I am a woman
I'm not surprised to find...

All her words and thoughtful actions
Spun my life's web of lovely strands,
And her love was always measured
By the gentle touch of Mama's hands.


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The Good the Bad and the Ugly Divorce

Let Him Go (Limerick)

Our mom told us how she chose her beau,
With an “eeny, meeny, miny, moe!”
Of course it didn’t last,
With a choice so half-assed!
But at least it taught the fool to grow!


Child Support (Haiku)

Parental disputes
Had placed us in the middle
Of their divorce wars


Divorce (Couplet)

He left her to fend for us alone, blasé with his remiss,
She chose to break this conjugal bond without marital bliss.


For (Destroyer ((Poet’s ~DIVORCE CLUB~ Contest


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The PRODIGIOUS Woman

Tic tac! Tic tac! Time flies
Encompassing fears and tribulations, she smiles
A second's like a gemstone before her eyes
Trying to please the World before the night cries
What a prodigious woman

Mother of my mother
Without prevaricating, the astonishing wonder
Among many, she dominates like thunder
Made a name that no man can put asunder
What a prodigious woman

Round thew globe and down to Enugu city
Protects her children with love and ferocity
Her achievements soaring the greatest mountain
And her exquisite body that makes men hunting
What a prodigious woman

So tremendous
Extraordinarily gorgeous
Precisely adventurous
Extremely dexterous
Really fabulous
Truly marvelous
Gallantly fantabulous
Finally prodigious
What a PRODIGIOUS woman

Dedicated to my grandmother, Mrs Egbuna.

By Kbillion




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Purple Majesty

We had saved our precious stock of grandpa’s grape
prepared the ground and amended the soil.
After laying out the orchard, we planted cuttings with our own hands.
Fed the young vines with love and creek water
and waited for the work of the rain and sun
before giving birth to the wine.
To insure that his family would produce the best wine.
Grandpa, tho’ as straggly as his grape
cleared trees and topped them to admit the sun.
He would not purchase plants for his soil
and dug the trenches wider and accessed our water.
He was self sufficient and he propagated vines by his hand


We prevented winds from whipping vines out of hand
to best grow and mature the soul of our wine.
The vines followed the contour of steep site which brought the water.
The rows ran north and south to suit the grape - -
this presented light while drying and controlling the soil
allowing the plants to follow the eastern and western sun.


We placed much faith on the drying done by the sun.
We had one to backfill. We wished we had more willing hands.
We had two to dig holes, and one to hold the vine and tamp the soil, 
as the fruit began to ripen to marry our precious wine.
A crew of four was used for setting the grape.
The Vines should not be sprinkled with too much water.

We made plans to prevent soil erosion and loss of water
to the harden the wood and expose it to rays of the sun.
The Niagra White and Riesling grape.
Both needed pruning and the waste hay cut our hands.
We made sure our methods were best for the wine.
They would mature late, even in warm soil.

We found that more humus was wanted by the soil.
Some magic was performed to deliver more water.
alas, for the reward of a not so remarkable wine.
Again the wait, the prayers, the morning dew and sun.
More work, more time, sweat and callused hands.
The next year we tried a grafted grape.

We had saved our precious stock of grandpa’s grape
prepared the ground and amended the soil.
After laying out the orchard, we planted cuttings with our own hands.
Fed the young vines with love and creek water
and waited for the work of the rain and sun
before giving birth to the wine.
Our final wine was surrendered by the sun.
We captured the prize from our water and our soil.
My hands, today, still stained with the color of the grape.


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Mommy's and Daddy's precious little angel

Mommy's and Daddy's precious little angel


It was very late about 2 in the morning
You woke up crying for mommy
I rocked you back to bed
You fell asleep on my chest
As I listened to you breathe 
And the sound of your heart beat
I thought about
The day we met and how I just couldn’t believe
What a perfect little angel God was letting me keep
The moment I heard your first little cry
My heart and body let out a sigh
I was so relieved you were here and healthy
Everyone there rejoiced in your presence 
Because a little angel was just sent to earth from heaven
As days passed on and mommy grew tired 
Something more beautiful happened 
You continued to light my heart on fire
My love and heart belonged to you
And each and every day our bond had grew
Now every time I see your adorable smile
The thought of leaving your side hurts even for a short while
My dearest baby girl
The light of my soul
I know one day you’ll move on as we grow old
But these days when you fit so small in my arms
I will cherish for eternity and beyond
Just remember when you are all big and grown 
That mommy will never forget 
The sleepless nights when I held you close and watched you sleep
Because these are the most perfect moments I will forever keep

When you were born you filled my heart with pride,
And I was overcome by the joy I felt inside.
As I held you in my arms that very first day,
I knew I would never let any harm come your way.
With your tiny little hands and tiny little feet,
Everytime I look at you my heart skips a beat.
As I watch you sleep in the middle of the night,
I hope and pray I will do everything right.
I know I may make some mistakes along the way,
But I promise to do my best not to every single day.
I often wonder what you will grow up to be,
But whatever you become will be fine with me.
So whatever you may decide to do in your life,
Maybe an astronaut, a lawyer, or even a doctor's wife.
I can say this without any doubt at all,
I will always be there to catch you if you fall.
And another promise I make to you from me,
Mommy and Daddy's little angel you will always be
  In dedication to our wonderful little pride and joy 
   Alizma N Lopez entered our world 4/14/2013


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Ode to Humphrey

The"tail" I have to tell, starts off really sad.
My sweet doggie Murphy died and my heart, it hurt so bad.
Until one day in early spring, I got a call that made my heart sing!
There were some puppies born in Waco, the daddy -Jasper, and mommy- Juneau.
Four little boys, three little girls. But the picture of one boy, made my heart twirl!
So I waited for a week or two, to meet my little puppy-oh so new!
I named him Humphrey, such a handsome boy! He has brought  laughter back and oh what a joy! He's super cute, and very smart. Many would say, he's a work of art!
He's learning new tricks, and how to potty outside. So many rules to learn and abide!
Humphrey is growing so quickly, the puppy breath will soon disappear. He will be an adult in less than a year! Every stage of his life is a blessing from above. I guess that's the true meaning of what we call "puppy love".



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On Grandma's Farm

There's an antique red barn
Sits atop the hill
And a small little pond
Chock full of blue-gill 

There's old rusty cars
Which haven't ran in years
And a hundred year old house
Once manufactured by Sears
 
It's loaded full of memories
It's filled with lots of charm
It's a place I know and Love
It's all there...On Grandma's Farm

Used to go there every Sunday
From as far back as I can remember
Sledding down the hill
In the snow come December


I Loved it out at Grandmas
Playing with toy tractors in the sand
Going to help split wood
Just to lend a helping hand

I Loved it winter, spring and summer
But my favorite time of all
Was when the leaves all turned
The wonderful colors of fall

I was carefree and happy
The world was free from harm
Way back when I was a kid
Out On My Grandma's Farm

© 2011 Kevin Stock


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Live life to the fullest before its the final end

The sands of time are falling away
Make sure to make the most out of each and every day
Release all of your hate and conqueror your fear
Don’t have regrets and have time for cheer
Treat everyone around you as you want to be treated
Accomplish everything you can before it’s all completed


Raise your hands and raise your glasses 
Enjoy your life before your just ashes
Laugh and love with family or a friend
Live life to the fullest before it’s the final end

Forget the past the future isn’t set
Make love not war as much as you can get
Don’t back down from anyone but strive towards peace and harmony
Turn the other cheek when you can and be the best you can be
Be charitable and help for fellow man
Fill yourself with knowledge whenever you can

Raise your hands and raise your glasses 
Enjoy your life before your just ashes
Laugh and love with family or a friend
Live life to the fullest before it’s the final end

Dare to be different go against the grain
Stop and smell the roses and always kiss in the rain
Listen to music read poetry for your own sake
Be true to yourself and never be fake
Take walks on the beach and swim in the ocean
Be thankful for what you have and pray to God in Heaven

Raise your hands and raise your glasses 
Enjoy your life before your just ashes
Laugh and love with family or a friend
Live life to the fullest before it’s the final end

Take pictures so you can look back on your journey
Enjoy the arts sculptures paintings drawings or a movie
Give kisses and hugs to the ones you care about
Work hard and play harder before you check out
Go through life like it was your last day
Because it could be so enjoy it and make it count in every way





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A Mother Like no Other

I have a mother like no other...
Never really understood her when i was younger...
To others she was always kind and giving...
Yet to her children she was mostly harsh and controlling...
I have always wanted to know why but never did...
And as i age i often felt like a lost kid...
Constantly searching for love and care...
Something i felt my own mother would not even bare...
Now that she has aged too...
It breaks my heart and makes me shed a tear or two...
To see her old and weary...
Crossed my mind to ask her finally...why mommy?
Then it suddenly dawned on me...i do not need an answer...
For all i have to do is look at her...
Hard and long enough, without any anger...
Think of all the people she kept under her wings...
And be thankful of how they took off and soared...
Because of all the love my mother could afford...
I figured if she has saved a life at our expense...
Then....everything makes sense...


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Love, Death, and Rebirth

The signs started in December
When she started waking up in tears each night
She was a normal girl with dark brown hair and darker brown eyes
She had plenty of friends and a loving family with just one thing missing
Her father. 

Days passed by and turned into weeks but only felt like a few seconds
Her life just whizzed by faster and faster until it was just a whirr in front of her eyes
Darkness filtered into her heart and mind until she didn't know if she could go on
But she had to. She couldn't let her mother and her sister drown in this same pain
She wouldn't let them.

She pushed all the darkness into the depths of her own heart
In hopes to save the hearts of the two people she had left
Because what else was there to live for now?
The rest of her world had crashed and her mother and sister was all that was left 
She wouldn't let them drown in pain too. 

She watched as they started to heal in her loving arms
Their hearts started to lighten up once more
But hers was just as dark as it was before 
And growing darker day by day 
But she wouldn't let that stop her. 

Suddenly a year had passed... and then two 
It only seemed like seconds to her but everyone else started moving on
Her mother and sister no longer needed her nurturing care
But she needed someone to hold on to
Anyone...

With nothing left for her to take control of, the dark pushed past her boundries 
It found a way into her soul
Until all she could see was dark and no light 
But her mother and sister were healed now
They didn't understand

The tears came back and engulfed her soul
Bit by bit until she wasn't sure why she was still alive
The grief took over like knives 
Piercing her skin over and over and over
It hurt so much.

She started to wonder what it'd look like to be dead
She could see him again if she was
Wouldn't it be so much easier than having to endure this pain?
Wouldn't it be so much easier than having to live knowing she'd never see him again?
It would.

So she started to hate herself
All that negative energy was starting to take toll
Everyone around her was breathing while she suffocated more and more by the second
She wished she'd just choke already instead of living in constant pain
If no one would put her out of her misery, she'd have to do it herself

She couldn't see any light anymore
So she grabbed the pill bottle off the shelf and just hoped it wouldn't take long to die
Deep down she still had a spark of light, but she just couldn't find it 
And now it was too late in her mind to change, to turn back and try to look deeper
She was done living.

That's when people started to notice that everything wasn't as peaceful as it seemed
They started to see how deeply depressed she had become
They wanted to help her see the light again before it was too late 
So they sent her away to see doctors and to take pills to make everything better
It was a start.

She didn't see a change at first but suddenly she could think clearly
Maybe what they were doing was actually going to help her see the light again
Yes, she still wanted to die, but maybe that wasn't the only option anymore
They cared,  and behind all their own problems they were trying to understand
They really were trying

Six months longer she would be treated and cared for
Until suddenly she was sent home from her treatment and care with a smile on her face
She had a new perspective
Someone had helped her ignite that spark in her heart until it was a glowing ember
She had been reborn

Sometimes you have to be able to experience the worst of it
To come back shining brighter than before
And if she had died that cold day in October, she wouldn't of ever seen the best of it
Or known that it would get better
and it did!

And she now sits at her laptop, with a smile on her face and warmth in her heart
It's never been an easy road and it won't ever be
But at least she knows she's lived through the worst
And it can only get better from here

So whenever she feels lonely or gets back into that dark spot again
She can look back on what she's learned and can read this poem
And remember that she survived the darkest depths of depression
And she will continue to survive it as long as she lives
Because she is stronger now than she ever was before ?


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Love Will Triumph

In an era long since passed, an Oriental carpet adorning the 
floor from far off lands seems to object to the
leopard skin beneath a fair maiden’s feet, yet this English lass 
seems oblivious as she stares blankly at the floor 
in deep contemplation of her sweetheart and suitor 
standing a respectable distance from her 
with his top hat humbly held in his hand.

His countenance is one of uncertainty, quite ready to
plead his veracity and intention should her father care
to honor his sincerity with an understanding ear.
He feels a bit consumed and cold standing near 
the grandeur of the unlit hearth.

He is attired in his finest to court his fair maiden though 
little notice is taken from her stern yet loving father who only 
wants to see his daughter marry into a dignified and wealthy
family that will elevate his own standing in the community.
The young maiden’s mother is trying to sway her husband’s 
judgment in favor of the young man to appease 
her daughter’s romantic affections.

The young maiden’s mother, dressed in an exquisite expensive
pale pink ensemble makes a stunning statement of breeding 
and manners as she softly coaxes the kinder side of her husband
to appear by placing both hands lovingly upon his breast.
Her father’s clenched fist reveals his determination not to give in.

The lovely maiden spent hours readying herself for this special
occasion, the day in which her young man would come to ask
her father for her hand in marriage. She had been trying to calm
herself by embroidering his initials on a dresser scarf until
her young man arrived, as evidenced by her sewing container opened
partly as she hurriedly placed the scarf back in when he arrived.
Now listening to her father’s words of rejection she holds little hope
of a future with her beloved and contemplates her life without him.
Yet as her mother pleads her case for them to be together she knows
there is very little her mother asks of him he can say no to.


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My Beautiful You - A Poem for Valentine's Day

Like the fragrance of honeysuckle clinging to the vine,
Like sea spirit salt rides the inshore breeze,
Like the sun dappled fields of summer, please...
Be mine... my beautiful you... be mine.

Like the flowers I bring you every so often,
Like the ones I should bring you every day,
Be wild and pure and wait there for me,
To see and to take you, my beautiful you.

Like the curves of your body, bending
Behind the glisten of the glass shower stall,
Like sweet nicknames floating down the hall...
Be my mystery ever unfolding, my beautiful you.

All the holidays, like yesterday, I still remember, 
Wrapped up with you around the tree…
Leaves falling round us in a crisp September,
As we walk through our seasons, you and me.

And now the twilight's chimney smoke calls us,
Back to the hearth and home we've made,
With little ones who look like you and me,
Our love's perfect union, our soul's sweet serenade.

Through all the days of our days, I'll need you,
So be the breath I cannot live without, 
The April morning's rain - mist for my midsummer's drought…
All the holiday's I remember...
Leaves falling round us in a crisp September.

The fragrance of you floating through the hall,
Into my soul's senses, please, be all...
Worth recalling, worth living and dying for...
My beautiful you, my beautiful you...

Be Mine.


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God Will Take Care Of You

 
God Will Take Care Of You! Whatever struggles or trials you’re going through. God has already promised to take care of you! Whatever situation you’re in... Maybe there’s “no way out.” God remains faithful! This is what he’s all about! Perhaps it seems like all you’ve tried has failed you! God is here right now! His works surround you! The situations in life that you may face you… God is there! He is powerful and he loves you! Won’t you invite him in, to take control? And allow his peace and joy to fill your soul? Everything that you need! He has provided! His desire to help you, has already been decided! You can trust him to take care of your problems! Whatever they are… He can solve them! God’s word remains solid and is a true foundation! His words speak peace to any difficult situation! The awesomeness of God rings loud and clear! He’s here to help! He’s always near! He’s someone you can give your trust and believe in! His blessings in your life... You can receive them! He’s here right now … Won’t you call on his name? With him in your life… Things will never be the same! He’ll bring sweet peace and joy deep within. He will always be the one you can truly depend! All praise, glory and honor to God above.! Please touch us with your mercy, grace and love! By Jim Pemberton


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The Tone In Her Voice

The tone in her voice told me I had gone to far,
the tear down her cheek another scar 
inflicted upon an already bruised loving heart.

The look in her eyes cause me to shudder,
the clench of her jaw arouses a twitch of her lip,
to quell and dissipate words she would love to spew,
but will not,
instead, scream into deep recesses of her brain.

The stoop of her shoulders, hands balled into fists drilled into her waist
with legs spread taunt, 
all positive signs to find an escape route.

As I turn and crawl away I hear her say,
if you were not a baby, there would be the devil to pay.

There was not anything I could say,
at nine months,
language was scheduled for another day,
so I just went about my way,
next time I see mom, she will give me a hug, everything again okay.

Until the next time.


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Our Bed

As I strip the mattress bare
and watch the pile 
of sheets, pillowcases, 
blankets and pillows grow
I find myself thinking of you...
and me.

What comes to mind
is sheer happiness.
As I tuck the sheet under the foot of the bed
(just like you like it)   
I catch myself laughing 
remembering the times we would stay awake
late into the night wrestling...
(I always won)   
trying to stay quiet
until our laughter was uncontrollable
and we would hear one of the kids
yell from the next room...
'' PUH-LEASE! !  KEEP IT DOWN IN THERE!  
WE'RE TRYING TO SLEEP! ''

I arrange the pillows 
just as I always do...
(your favorite one on top)   
and I take an extra moment
holding your favorite pillow...
your scent drifts up to my face
almost as if you are there.
I set it in place and realize
how many years have passed.
We've experienced so much
in this bed.

The laughter is what rings in my ears
as I fold back the comforter
to expose just a touch 
of those all too familiar sheets
(you know...the ones with the ducks flying on them) .

As I leave our room
I find a sense of anticipation
in the thought that in a few short hours
we will be here again...together.


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Family

F orming an everlasting bond where you can all relate to each other.

 
A ccepting their flaws, rights, wrongs, or indifferences no matter what they've done.

 
M oving mountains if that's what it takes to hold it all together.

 
L oving unconditionally with out judgement.

 
I ntergrading your hearts and minds.

 
Y oung to adult always having their backs from now until forever.

December 18, 2013
~The One and Only~


Details | I do not know? | |

My dear aunt

When I think of my dear Aunt Sheila
A great big smile comes across my face
You see, no matter what the circumstances in life
Her will would never break
Compassionate love she gave to all
Evident in all of her blissful ways
Family was first, this I know for sure
In all of her caring days
Oh my dear Aunt Sheila had herself a wit
With a smile at least a mile long
Whether she was conversing with friends or family
Heck even listening to a good ol' country song
Mother, Aunt, Wife, Sister, Daughter, Grandma and GG-all terms
But one describes her just right
A beautiful soul always to be missed
An angel living in heavenly sunlight
Go be with Jesus my dearest Aunt 
Let your smile brighten Heavens gate
For we know we shall see you again
In Paradise-where you await


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Happy Mother's Day Daughter

I was blessed to give birth 
To my sweet little girl. 
I kissed your fingers and 
Toes and cute little nose. 


I rocked you and sang 
And wiped your tears, 
I held you and loved you 
All your young years. 


Now You're a Mother 
And a fine Mother too. 
I'm again blessed to help 
raise your daughter with you! 


© 2012 Connie Marcum Wong 


Note: 
I wrote this for my daughter, Michelle, who gifted 
me with my 2 and half month old granddaughter 
Carissa who I care for while my daughter works. 


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Treasures Of Your Soul

I have little of this world's pelf,
But there is one thing I pride in myself.
I have a family that I deeply treasure.
My love for them is beyond all measure!

Some folks take pride in material goods,
And live in upscale neighborhoods.
I am happy to live a simple life,
With a dear, caring and loving wife!

Other folks take pride to show their fancy abode.
The mortgage I'm quite sure is a terrible load!
I take more pride showing a crib so simple,
Where our slumbering babes display cute dimple!

To further add to my treasure account,
I have grandkids 'til I've almost lost count!
Even great grandkids, can you believe,
Adding more love for the family to cleave!

I would cede all treasure on this earth,
To have family gathered about my hearth,
Exchanging "I love yous" and fond embraces,
And seeing sweet smiles spread upon their faces!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved


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Rose Wine

Your strong hand 
beneath my head
my Love in your Blood
turned from friendship
did spread
into More
the first time you
took my Hand
and traveled every
line, of my Flesh land
the way you reflect your soul
Into my Eyes, 
makes me forget my small stature
shape, size
in this world
I wish to carry your 
future child
be it boy or girl
be them strong of spirit
Smarts of street and class
leaders of Eminence
Sweet mixed with Sass
I see this future
as I fall head first, spilling
into your secure embrace
like a single bottle of Rose Wine
Down to the last Taste




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Solar Family

Prince Sun summons lovingly his beautiful wife, The princess who’s always shining at night in full, quarter or half; Oh, my darling where have you been? I’ve been to the park to watch the lovers’ kissing scene. Where is Jupiter our beloved eldest son? I’ve been busy shining all day long, I hope he’s around; My love, he has just arrived and he’s big enough, He can take care of himself especially at times get rough. Here’s our daughter Saturn coming in, She has grown into a pretty lady wearing her elegant ring; Please remind her sometimes to focus on her dreams, She might have fallen in love with an alien’s son that beams. The Prince Sun makes a lovely role-call to everyone, While his Solar Princess sits beside him wearing her luminous crown; Uranus, Neptune, Mars and Earth saunter to their father While youngest Venus and Mercury run quickly to their mother. The Solar Family has finally reunited as one, Children hold hand- in-hand… going round and round; They merrily sing with joyful spirit of unity, To exhibit a magnificent view in their residential galaxy.
Jan. 17, 2014 10.15 am ( I composed this poem a month ago for my kids’ fun club) Second Place Contest: Any Poem Goes #13 Judged: 3/16/14 Sponsor: Poet PD (my greatest & most fave)


Details | Rictameter | |

Red Ruby

Oh sis
Who would have known
You would leave me alone
Such a dream came to me lastnight
We stole a ruby and took flight
As we ran we laughed and giggled
Now your gone far away
The red ruby
I'll keep


Details | Rhyme | |

Absence

Absence makes the heart grow fonder
Missing you for longer and longer

Deathly afraid my heart may burst
You may love me best...I love you worst


Details | Free verse | |

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY

To you whom gave me life, 
Rocked and sang,  sweet melodies lullabies
By night, and cradled me safe and warm,
Within a mother's loving, and tender embrace.
Taught an awkward child, to take her
First steps, and held me upwards so as not
To fall.
Devotion's nightmare protector, who always
Made sure the closet door remained closed, and
The bathroom night light was left on, so the 
Monsters under the bed could never get me.
Champion of the chocolate chip cookie, never did
You once forget the bare necessities of life,
Such as having icy cold milk in the refrigerator.
Movie queen diva, whom popped the perfect
Kernels of popcorn, and added just the right
Amount of butter, for everyone's picky tastes,
On our annual family nights.
From diapers to tattered blue jeans, 
Barbie dolls, and trying on your over sized high
Heels, you never ceased to amaze me.
On every level mother dearest, you
Were always the ultimate super hero to me.
Through hardships heartache, and loves first flirtations,
But no shoulder's comfort, soothed me more
Than she, whom guided this awkward teenager,
Through these hard times of youthful regrets.
A grown woman am I now, raising children of
My own, realizing all the sacrifices you've made,
All in the name of a mother's love.
No ages wrinkles, can take away your true
Beauty,  held as a frozen photograph
Within the inner heart of my soul.
She's the dear sweet image of what
I want my children to remember me by.
It's the highest form of flattery,
To emulate, a someone special,
Such as yourself, a woman called mother.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN










































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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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The Righteousness Of Love

Love is a wonder shared by one another it's the only reason I'm not six feet under Love in which I believe in a will to sustain I give back to life, now in dormant states of pain The power of Love may not alone be enough locked inside my dreams escape only from above higher than any human being has ever gone before I must have evolved rise above hate, great once more My Father taught me wisdom I am imprisoned no longer now an beast not of burden I am no lion, I am stronger on my shoulder sits twin dragons long awaiting the day evil forces come forth to take what Love is left, away A Hero of Love light are what the world needs angels, not demons exist where ever you believe follow your heart's direction and you shall achieve objects of affection rid of materialistic greed My bright energy has awakened to a fire never consuming the source as the flames just grow higher that is the desire of a product we call Love Fear, the counterpart what I was once made of I am slowly learning how to win when my peace is harder to sharpen so I have given my pen leave the sword has its uses I must say I believe to vanquish the evil in the minds too diseased to serve any purpose except their own selfish ones tomorrow a new day in the clarity of the sun where we two are now one and one done now does bring about a great change lit by the righteousness of Love.


Details | Rondeau Redouble | |

GRANDDAD'S Homemade BEAN SOUP

GRANDDAD’S Homemade BEAN SOUP

Bean soup was served ‘cause Granddad was in town. 
     Yes, every grown up in the neighborhood. 
Was glad when Granddad’s boat was homeward bound. 
     His homecoming was grand, for he was good.  

If bells on grandma’s door knob jingled sound, 
     Or someone made the knocker tap on wood.  
He quickly would wake up though sleep he should. 
     Bean soup was served ‘cause Granddad was in town. 

The neighbor folks came calling, gathered ‘round,
     And when they did, my granddad understood. 
That every ear would hear his tales, spellbound—
     Yes, every grown up in the neighborhood. 

His stories, games and tricks blessed my childhood.  
     Fun memories within my heart abound.
And every one that on his shared path stood,  
    Was glad when Granddad’s boat was homeward bound. 

When he was near, I wore an invisible crown.  
     That he loved me, I clearly understood.  
Such love cannot be measured by the pound,      
     His homecoming was grand, for he was good.  

I dream that he, with heaven’s love is bound.
     Walking with God, talking…life, understood.
Smiling God says I’m glad you’re back in town.
     The angels now understand why, as they should 
                                         Bean soup was served.

Dedicated to My Granddad, David Elliott ("Ellie") Brandt Sr.
Who made my life magical even from a distance!

© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
March 13, 2010
Poetic form: Rondeau Redouble’


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Home of the Slaves

Land of the free
Home of the slaves
The blood, sweat and tears of my ancestors resonate
Amongst the soil where they were slain
I’m hearing their struggle
I’m feeling their pain
I can’t imagine being forced to part from my family
All for massa’s gain
So I pay homage to those who promoted change

People like every slave who tried to escape
Nat Turner, Ms Carlotta, Harriet Tubman
And the safe houses who were in accord
And peg leg Joe with his song
Follow the drinking gourd.

People like, the disregarded - those thrown overboard
And who was dismissed and defamed
The ones who were stripped of their soul, their pride, their names

The list could go on  
The full will never be told
So I pay homage to others who were bold
Like John Brown, The Freedom Riders, Sojourner Truth
Ida B Wells, Phyllis Wheatley, Maya Angelou, 
Langston Hughes and Charles Drew

George Washington Carver, Ruby Bridges
Booker T Washington and Mary McCleod Bethune
Charles Houston, Ralph Bunche, Fredrick Douglass
WEB Dubois, Paul Robeson, Ralph Abernathy
Benjamin Banneker, Marcus Garvey and Crispus Attucks
Who’s death by the way
Symbolized the American lie
You cant declare the rights of all men
While the people of African decent rights get denied
But still we rise

Thanks to Dr Martin Luther King, Malcolm X, 
The Black Panthers, the Buffalo Soldiers and Tuskegee Airmen
None who were showed any love
Yeah it’s an uphill battle, 
But obviously greatness can be done.

We can rise above this stigma 
That blacks are lazy and daunting
That our worth is null and void 
And in essence minus nothing
And of all the names mentioned 
And the greatness of their successes
No one has been able to erase the evil transgressions of a racist mind
And once you have experienced just a taste of it
It changes your perception of time
The oppression beats like the drum on the chariot
Of when it was finally time to escape to freedom
It's mine


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Our Country's Soul Is Being Torn Apart


Our Country’s Soul Is Being “Torn Apart”

The very soul of America is being “torn apart.”
It’s a problem that’s striking at our very heart.

There’s a “blowing wind.”  A “time for change.”
As the country’s moral fabric is being “rearranged.”

As many question what the true meaning of life is for…
Many don’t seem to know what’s wrong or right anymore!

As so much pornography is allowed into our homes…
The moral decay is “eating” right at “the bones.”

Many have a hard time “defining what marriage is.”
So many are really “messed up” in how they live!

The news seems to be “fascinated” by man’s depravity…
Leaving a huge vacuum of a monstrous “moral cavity.”

Many who attend church want what’s
 “soothing to their ears.”
A God of holiness and righteousness
 is what they “fear!”

As we look around as to what our society is becoming…
God’s judgement is soon!  It is surely coming!

We must come back and leave all of our “false idols!”
We must come back to the God of the Bible!

Jesus must be our cord of love the forever binds!
It’s only in him can we find true love for our minds!

It’s only in Jesus that we can find a purpose and meaning!
It’s only in him that we need to put our
 trust and start believing!

He is and always will be the right choice to be taken…
Without him, our country’s is “doomed and forsaken.”

He brings healing and righteousness
“beneath his wings…
He is what we truly need!  
He is our EVERYTHING!

By Jim Pemberton


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Growing Old Together

Growing Old Together:

Looking through the photographs,
of ten thousand memories ago;
it still seems like yesterday
even though today I am old.

I still remember the first
time we met, I froze 
and stood so still! 
So afraid that you would turn and go.

Then you smiled and said hello.
I was so very lost for
words and completely dazzled
by the sight of you.

The years have come and gone
since our first hello, yet every
single day will pass and I'm still
head over heels in love with you.

Wrinkles and scars they appear,
but that's not what I see.
I still see that lovely girl I
fell in love with so many years ago.

Gracefully we journey and
together we will grow old, I would
not want it any other way. Loving
you always even till the day I have to go.


Steven Beesley (c) 2006-02-02



Details | List | |

Rules in the eyes of a toddler

If it is off, I must turn it on.
If it is on, I must turn it off.
If it is folded, I must unfold it.
If it is a liquid, it must be shaken, then spilled.
If it a solid, it must be crumbled, chewed, stepped on or smeared.
If it is high, it must be reached.
If it is shelved, it must be unshelved.
If it is pointed, it must be run with at top speed.
If it has leaves, they must be picked.
If it is plugged, it must be unplugged.
If it is not trash, it must be thrown away.
If it is in the trash, it must be removed, inspected, and thrown on the floor.
If it is closed, it must be opened.
If it does not open, it must be screamed at.
If it has drawers, they must be rifled.
If it is a pencil, it must write on the refrigerator, monitor, or table.
If it is full, it will be more interesting emptied.
If it is empty, it will be more interesting full.
If it is a pile of dirt, it must be laid upon.
If it is stroller, it must under no circumstances be ridden in without protest. It must be pushed by me instead.
If it has a flat surface, it must be banged upon.
If Mommy's hands are full, I must be carried.
If Mommy is in a hurry and wants to carry me, I must walk alone.
If it is paper, it must be torn.
If it has buttons, they must be pressed.
If the volume is low, it must go high.
If it is toilet paper, it must be unrolled on the floor.
If it is a drawer, it must be pulled upon.
If it is a toothbrush, it must be inserted into my mouth.
If it has a faucet, it must be turned on at full force.
If it is a phone, I must talk to it.
If it is a bug, it must be swallowed.
If it doesn't stay on my spoon, it must be dropped on the floor.
If it is not food, it must be tasted.
If it IS food, it must not be tasted.
If it is dry, it must be made wet with drool, milk, or toilet water.
If it is a car seat, it must be protested with arched back.
If it is Mommy, must make her dirty
If it is sibling, must slap,kick,and fight.
If it has four legs, must squeeze tight until makes noise
If big person is on phone, must make lots of noise
If tv is not on cartoons, scream until they are
If food is not good, throw it, refuse to eat it and cry until big people give you something good


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Rick Heart's warmth

            Through the darkest of nights with cold ice
            Yet remembering in my heart with warm love    

          A time in the Midwest an Irish French family of Seven 
         The fishing , boating and woods sent by Heaven 

          One night stands out that warms my Heart a frozen state      
         It was Winter having a Basketball Game to cheer at ..very late

          asking others too many times before for a ride
                          ~ here comes my pride ~

              calling many times only receiving a machine 
              standing by the only payphone , out of change
            It's now 3am calling collect , freezing my bones , the Scene

                I was giving up thinking.. shelter where to find ?
             snow falling hard, last call , my oldest brother answers

                 Never have I forgotten that frost bitten night 
              ~  through the frozen snow I see his headlights ~
 
            Rick driving his " Mach 1 "  Proud , Foghat playing loud 
           He my Hero like an Angel takes flight , certain he saved my life     
         ~ It was God whom sent him out in the cold freezing night ~
 
(   This is a poem entered in "Hearts Warmth " contest , also a true story of love 
     &   dedication to my oldest Brother  ) I always proud .


Details | Verse | |

US in JesUS

Before we were thought of or time had started, 
God put US in His Son’s name.. 
 
And each time we pray, you'll see its true, 
You can't spell Jesus without including US.  
Were a pretty big part of His wonderful name, 
For US, He was born; 
 
And His great love for US is the reason He died. 
Isn't it thrilling and splendidly grand 
He rose from the dead, with US in His plan? 
 
The stones split away, the gold trumpet blew, egospelexpress
And His resurrection was for US.  
 
As JesUS left the earth with His wonderful ascension, 
When He felt there was one thing He just had to mention. 
 
"Go into the world and tell them it's true 
that I love them all - Just like I love you." 
 
So many people are Christian brothers and sisters, 
Don't all the others have a right to know JesUS too? 
 
It all depends on what we do, 
He'd like them all to know, 
But it all starts with US. 

Rev. Samuel Mack, OMS
Copyright   2011

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Details | Free verse | |

My Miracle

My request to relay to your kinfolk That made their journey inside Heaven's Gate To keep a watch over one of my folk Her parents have reserved her special date She met all the medical needs guidelines For the best research university All the scientists studying her enzymes Have expertise to do the surgery Skilled technicians on this miracle case All are trained to perform as a machine All prayers are needed, for wishes of grace Don't want any, wishes to be unseen Spring is in the scheme for her release date Grandpa, waits for the day I see my mate


Details | Narrative | |

Losing Someone to Cancer

I did speak with them, seemed very confused.

Apparently from what I have been told,
the cancer has gotten worse, and has 
began invading the rest of the body…

The hospice nurse doesn’t,
think they will be with us much longer…

They don’t know where they are living, can't 
remember me seeing them recently, can't 
remember me talking with them yesterday...

I know that this is very depressing news,
and if it weren't for friends and family,
I would be going crazy…

For it is hard to lose a loved one,
whether it be family or friend…

Since we don't know, when that fateful day
will happen, we can only take it one day at a time,
I only hope and pray that they won't suffer, I would
 rather see them be in a coma, and not have 
the pain and suffering…

I know that sounds harsh, however,
I don't want them to suffer, I want them
 to go in there sleep….

By Sandra L. Hoban
©2007


Details | I do not know? | |

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 .


Details | Narrative | |

LOVE Conquers All

 Scene 1 - In a cabin on the Mountain side: 
      " Kenny, you ol' Food Dog you. How was your trip" '" Long and boring. I came as soon as I got your letter. How's Chef doing?"
"Not well, they have him over at the old folks home, they want to commit him for Dementia; as Executor of his estate they need 
your signature." " I doubt they'll get that." " A Dr. Mendelsohnn has a status meeting tomorrow at 2" " Well what happened? "Chef
was on one of his nature walks when he ran into two hikers, they got scared and called 911, said there was a crazy man in the woods.
By time the cops got up here Harry was home." "Who was with him, Phil who was with him?" " Kenny, it was Black Friday everyone
was at work" " Jesus Christ, Sorry Lord. Phil, you guys promised never to leave him alone after he was diagnosed with stomach cancer"
" Sorry Ken I got called into work, Chef said he felt fine, you know how Chef is about working." Yea I know, but we also know he's 
not always truthful about his health. So they just took him away" Not really, when Mike got here there was 4 cop cars in the yard, they
had to literally drag him out. Chef wasn't acting sane. Dr. Mendelsohnn said he has Dementia, and wants to commit him to Easy Rest Adult Care."
" Not a problem, Phil, Does the year 2004 and 2007 mean anything to Chef" "Redsox World Series Wins." Right , Chef said when he doesn't 
remember them, then it's time to leave this realm 
 
Scene 2 - Easy Rest Adult Care Fascility 


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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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The Farmer's Accord

The farmers sleep with
Third eyes open.
Ever watchful over their teenage daughters.
How the boys must beseech them desperately.
Uncomfortable, muggy fondlings
In the bed of a red rusted pickup
Parked by the creek dubbed Lovers Point.
At the breakfast table in the morning,
They glow with proximity
And their tired eyes hover dreamily
From the orange cranberry muffins
To the freshly squeezed orange juice
Filled at the half way mark of a mason jar.
When you ask why they don't eat
They simply smile
And say nothing.
Your curiosity will linger on your teeth
But still you will say nothing.
Bitter memories of your past regrets
To teach lessons of discretion
Are better left unsaid.
You will not douse them in the overwhelming
Blanket of your security
And the palms of your hands that
Once smiled in the womb like presence
Of handling your new born daughter
And naming her Jane or Virginia
Is suddenly missing the hold of her hand.
But you share a few natural harmonies
Like the silent agreement of pecking his cheek
Twice before bedtime
Or the precarious way you both sit at
The wobbling three legged milking stool
When your pulling on Betsy on Thursday
And she's tugging at Betty on Wednesday
As you shave the gray stubble of your throat.
But for now in the strangely comfortable
Peace of staring at the spots of jam
On the white and yellow checkered table cloth
You'll abruptly slide your chair back
And lean closely to her ear as you slightly whisper
Slightly inaudible notations.






Details | Acrostic | |

Easter EGG, Abecedarian: with egg shape-

                            
                          =====
                       April Aroma...
                     Beckons Beauty.
                   Come Children!!!....
                 Daisies Daffodil.........
               EASTER EGGS EVERYWHERE
                Fun Filled Freedom.......
                  Giddy Giggly Games...
                    How ya' Hangin'???
                       Just Jolly Joey!
                           =====

              HAPPY EASTER EVERYONE!!!!


Details | I do not know? | |

Mother

You’ve been in my life from the start
Even though at times we’ve had to part
And it may not always be shown or heard
But when I mention love, it’s not just a word
It’s a million memories, probably more
A soft touch, a slammed door
It’s a quickly regretted fight
And thinking up an apology all that night
It’s the first hint of a proud smile
That makes the struggle worth the while
It’s a river, an ocean of shed tears
As you’ve helped me conquer my fears
It’s being grown and still holding your hand
Because you’re the one who gives me strength to stand
It’s knowing how to carry on once I’m grown
Because of all the love you’ve shown
And still needing you in my life
To help me make sense of all the strife


Details | Rhyme | |

Living A Lifestyle That the Bible Forbids

Living A Lifestyle That the Bible Forbids…

I know of someone living a lifestyle that the Bible forbids.
He told me; “how dare anyone tell me how I should live!”

He added; “what I do is no one else’s business but my own.”
“No one can ever tell me what I do in my home!”

When given scripture that clearly forbids what he’s doing…
It’s the backward kind of life… That he’s choosing!

He claims Jesus is his lord, in spite of his moral depravity.
It’s like he has, in his body, an “infected cavity.”

God gave to us his word, with his holy instructions!
If we don’t obey, it’ll lead to our spiritual destruction!

It doesn’t matter if 10,000 churches say that it’s o.k. to do!
God requires a righteous and holy way of living, for me and YOU!

There are choices we all have, that are to be made!
Are you going to be victorious in Christ?  Or sin’s slave???

Have you thought about living for Jesus?  And what it cost?
If we’re not sacrificing our lives for him, we’re forever lost!

If you’re one who’s caught up into a life filled with perversion…
May I introduce you to the blood of Jesus?  And a righteous conversion?

God gave to each of us, HIS rules and commandments to live by!
It’s either God’s rules, or man’s, that you’ll either live or die by!

Won’t you choose a life that God has chosen to give you?
He created mankind!  It’s no secret how much he loves you!

The opportunity is here!  It may never come again!
Won’t you let the power of Jesus break the bondage of sin?

Jesus can set you free!   Won’t you let him help you?
He’s patiently waiting…   Just because he wants to!

By Jim Pemberton   10/07/13


Details | Free verse | |

Last Kiss

Open your eyes to the ever turning skies 
I want to here with me through the night 
My heart yearns into your soul 
Burning as if newly lit coal 
I bravely submerg the embers 
That the time I have can be spent with you 
And I remember each kiss every moment 
I was caught in your love that for just this day I remember 
So what happened was a chance for your love 
A time that I kept in a locket tied with a kiss 
 I wanted you to feel, to love, to slumber 
And to awake in my arms with that times kept bliss 
I lay silient in an umber


Details | Lyric | |

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 
 
 


Details | Epitaph | |

YAUCH, i cry

a tearful dedication to my lifelong brother, mentor, and friend Adam~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~aug.5, 1964-may 4, 2012

I owe you better than this...You were Heaven sent...
Eyes cascade tears I cry
do you know Y?   A. U.C.H.                   ~ (Y. A.ren't U. C.hillin' H.ere?)
I cry dry...
my ACE of spades, i miss you kid
my mentor
my man
my ILL-est friend
my Superman
my M.C.A.
why'd you have to fly, you'll never die...i cry i cry

the pen leaks
i sink 
it stinks it stings i cry i cry
side by side we were A.L.I.V.E. 
tho' i can hear Dechen cry, wipe tears from Lo's eye
wings you glide
the rhymes we rhymed, you and i
G -S.O.N. the sky, too short yir' time
the moon should refuse to shine
Losing your duty's shredding my mind i cry i cry
you remain so kind transcending your ending line
I CRY this way I crY I crY and I just do not own the right words to say, just as mc's squared you cared this way  
you shared melodies but now this sky's gone to Red from Grey,
i must make it anyway,
but trust when I say 
I love you MCA!

* I'm running into walls without you...


Details | Imagism | |

Nobody is born bad

Nobody is born bad
War
Poverty
Homelessness
Lack of love
Lack of compassion
Lack of education
Lack of jobs
And lack of care
Drives people to take desperate measures to survive


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

A Homeless Man Named Sam -Part 4

Cont. from Part 3

Three months now, no trace of Sam has ever been found to this very day
 I think he was an angel from above, I don’t know what else to say
 I hope he’s at home in Heaven with God and his beautiful wife
 I believe he was sent to teach me a lesson and to share with me his life
  
If you see someone in need don’t just walk on by, please don’t treat them so unfair
 When you pass them- stop - give them a smile, send them a heartfelt prayer
 Try to help someone else, the best that you possibly can
 Always try to remember... this isn't where their homeless life began
_______________________________________________________________
 
I felt very privileged to have met this kind man
 But so saddened by his heartfelt story
 Was he an angel sent from God?
 I don't know, I only know I met a very, special man...
     a man named Sam
 
___________________________________________________
                                    ***Dedicated to Sam***


Details | Free verse | |

Murderapolis Streets, Claim Two More Young Heartbeats

Native, Liteskin, sun kissed
smiles
sit, talk, get to know me 
a while
for I am not my skin and 
even though the tan pigment
runs deep
I am my heart, thoughts
and actions,reflection of
company
I keep
A car accident took
my Homies brother this morning
and as we sit and talk to him
now, through faded room mourning
Young man, stole pop’s keys
from sleeping pockets
joy riding with friends
headlights beaming, MN
summer star sky gleaming
Dad's unaware, boy & friends left
 till woke, by early morn’ meeting
God opened the skies and took
two good ones away
I felt it rained, clouds crying briefly
for them today
70 miles an hour, Murderapolis streets
took two good homies heartbeats
jus’ a mile away, a close
friend heard the tires screech
Driver yells to him, “get a knife & cut me out!”
Neighbor, like doe eyes in headlights
filled with doubt
ends up dying after all
at the hospital
down 29th Ave and McKinley St.
Two of the Five Souls involved
God, now, does keep
I recall seeing the drivers smile
less than one week ago
why Mista Watkins & White Jr.
was it yo’ time to go
your loved ones may never know
We don’t always understand
the Lords plan
but He surely knows
heartache and sorrow
is how July fourteenth does go
two significant young Southside sons 
at 3:30 am, drove into a utility pole
crushed glass ridden streets
two homies, with us no mo’
I pray Jesus be with them
and theirs
as they grieve, and friends
surround them with the love
they need
car accidents & tragedies
like these
close to home to you
tend to place things in perspective
defrost a persons mind
set it into view
cuz’ its not about the color, of
your skin, or where you came from
it’s the way you impact the world
in the end, who you’ve grown to
become
the lives lost, were good peoples
Stood for good values like Church steeples
vibrant athletic youths of the future
barely 14 & 17, gone too soon
I hear the sad, cry, lonely night of our
Loon
Murderapolis streets, claim
two more young heartbeats
you will forever be remembered
and loved, keep an eye on us
from above, we know you’re
in a better place, were all running
an impossible to win race
for we all have a time card to punch
under the Lords undying grace
your Influence and charm, young men
is locked within us
Safe
and we shall all party again
in the Kingdom of Heaven
our final resting Place

7/15/2010: R.I.P.- Patrick Watkins (17) & Duane White Jr. (14)- South Side, Minneapolis, MN
you are forever loved and missed, but not forgotten, watch us from Heaven, Amen


Details | Pastoral | |

I pray for mother

   I pray for mother 
 
	Mother!	
You could have stayed
Forever was my longing
Oh mother!
Does it really have to be you?
Mothers are too special to lose

You gave me life mother
You raised me into a man I am today
I will forever be grateful to you
Out of nothing, you gave me food
Out of nothing, you clothed me
Out of nothing, you sent me to school
Oh mother!
You were the best


In your shadow I had shade
You called me Father.
For I carried grandfather’s name
Now I understand how special I was to you
You felt grandfather in me
Who will ever call me that again?
I forbid my thoughts to go deep
For the deeper it goes, the deeper it hurts

I can still hear your voice mother
I can still see you in my dreams
You left without saying good-bye,
Were you mad at me mother?
Deep in my heart, you will always have a home
My sisters and brothers are heartbroken
They are all grown up 
But they still need you Mother

Do you still remember your grandchildren?
The youngest is not yet a year old
She will never see your beautiful smile mother
You could have waited
So she does something for you
Fetch water or call you grandmother	

We all miss you mother
It’s hard to know you are never coming back
One after another
We will join you mother
We are not afraid of death any more
For we have a place with you
God almighty will meet us someday
Then I will see you for myself again
We will talk and laugh
Just like we used too

Now you live in a far away land
We can’t change that, not even God almighty
I will teach my heart to live without you mother
Though it is hard
I will learn to miss you
I will learn to live without you
But I will never forget you
It’s the body I will never see


Your time is gone Mother
Now you live in a new world
There you will never grow old
There you will never die
I have peace in my heart
For I am reconciled by God’s mercy
My father in heaven comforted me
Now I know you are happy there
The pain I felt
The pain that tortured me
Will never torment me again
You departed with all my tears
With all my strength
With all my hope
And with all my faith
But God gave me a thousand reasons to smile
In am now back on track

Rest in peace dear mother,
It was the will of God
Who am I to question him?
I never did when you were given to me
And somehow I knew this day will come
Let his name be exalted
We meet again Mother
This I know.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Sweet Short Poem After lengthy Thought

Ava
Tot for Tat


Details | Alliteration | |

A Wedding Vow

Corpulent cottagers clapping like clowns
a fat Friday festival, gobblers and gowns.
Merry mad munchers of muffins and mirth
do-si-do dumbly, eaters of earth.
Champagne sugar shoved in a shoe
If love lasts not long, love handles will do.


Details | Rhyme | |

SISTERS

sisters can sometimes quarrel or fight
 but sisters will be there when you need them either day or night
 sisters will stand up for you
 tell others leave my sisiter alone
 sisters always care even if they dont get chance to chat on the phone,
 sisters will always be in your heart
 even if you live miles apart,
 sisters are your best friend 
and will think of you
 in all that you do,
 so to all my sisters
 know i love you,
 my sisters are the best
 and theres no doubt
 my sisters
 i'd not be with out. Amen
 
we may live miles apart but your in my thoughts and forever will be in my heart,


Details | Ballade | |

Christian Cross

Head hung low, I walk the street-
Timid to feel the hangman's loss-
Every step on my blistered feet-
Takes me closer to, the Christian cross-
With every second, my soul does exhaust-
Heat-ridden cheeks from tears I cry-
Hide my eyes my shame is discreet-
Explain to me God, why must I die?

You say the hunger game I did cheat-
I see on that hangman's rope your hands across-
How close I was to starvation beat-
Why must  I die for naught but sauce-
On bread instead of my usual moss-
I hope you see my little child cry-
Although to you unjust is a treat-
Hold him God on the day he will die-

With my head hung low, I walk the street-
My family will feel the hangman;s loss-
No more will I walk upon these blistered feet-
Family go, live your life by the Christian Cross-
For my soul is tired, don't let your life exhaust-
My dear sweet loved ones there is no need to cry-
No more reason for you to stand all so discreet-
I am happy at last, on the day that I die-

I will live the rest of my life upon a Christian's Cross-
These murderers relax themselves on their own lie-
In a few short moments I won't feel anymore loss-
I will lift up my head and all so proudly I will die-


Details | Rhyme | |

AN ODE TO MOTHER

It  seems the angels were singing a song,
And their melody pleased God’s ears;
Singing of to whom such love belong,
They could subdue all pain and fears.
He asked them about who became
Possessed of a kind of love so grand.
He was told of the sweetest mortal name
That  ever satisfied the hearts of man.
The dear name “Mother” God then heard,
It giving sound to the throb of His heart,
As if such a title was that preferred,
And such a figure so  honored in classic art.
My own dear mother was second to none,
And enjoys her deserved Elysian rest.
Thus since down from heaven came the Son,
Her role and function is eternally blessed.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Changing Seasons

Changing Seasons

In a burst of color and animal choruses 
Sovereign sun heralds in a golden morning –
The air was delicate with the perfume of cherry blossom 
Blown in from the hem of pink rows that lined the 
driveway on Grandpa’s farm 

I looked across at hay stacked verdant hills that were
Tossed with yellow daffodils, purple crocus and white snowdrops 
They danced to the baton of the breeze and the 
Hidden orchestra of lilting bird song of that fragrant spring morn

Grandma sang to me her songs of childhood 
As we walked arm in arm amongst beds of fragrant roses 
and budding fruit trees that whispered promises of full baskets  
that would soon be heavy laden with the Summer fruits, preserves, 
Pies and jam of a bountiful harvest, a few months from now

Summer came rich with its harvest, merry hearts
and long hazy, lazy summer days and nights scented 
with wisteria, frogs and cicada, chirping and croaking 
their melodious summer anthem of  ‘All is well with the world’ 
as we toasted to our full and wonderful life

Autumn brought in a more somber note and amber tones
though warm and restful, they soon told me - life is changing again
time quickly moves on - it prepared me for the winter and 
the chill mirrored in the face of the full moon as it lit a silvery path
to my next season’s change

The cherry trees glowed white against the dark night sky like iridescent bones along 
the snow covered driveway - they waved their bony fingers goodbye 
as I crunched solemnly down the long white corridor with slow steps and a  heavy heart that was beating to the mournful dirge of  hoot owls and creaking limbs – I blinked back tears under that star kissed sky and full moon that lit my path 
The moon reminded me- each season has its bounty that I can treasure -I held those memories close to my well seasoned but thankful heart.

Brenda V Northeast


Details | Kyrielle | |

Raven's End

I know that taking my life is a sin,
But you don’t know how much pain I am in;
Death is better than this hell I’ve been through,
God Grant me mercy for what I must do;

My tortured soul robs me of breath,
All I seek is the release of death;
Requesting redemption in the gun I cling to,
God Grant me mercy for what I must do;

I’m considering briefly the life I must end,
Nothing is left but the chance to transcend;
And this decaying body that I pass through,
God Grant me mercy for what I must do;

Raven they named me, but now they are gone,
I’m all alone since they both passed on;
Soon I will see them, it’s long overdue,
God grant me mercy for what I must do;

I beg for forgiveness as I let myself go,
Tears trickle down as I feel my heart slow;
Hopefully now I’ll get to see you,
So God grant me mercy for what I must do.


Tirzah Conway
~For the contest "Among the Dead"~


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Light Six Candles

I light a candle to honor Your light
 ..................................Your life
 ..................................Your love

You take love over gold
A lovesick humble man You`ve made me
All we gotta do now is to keep up the heartbeat
See You standing there in the candle light..
I worship the life You`ve given me

High on love,high on life
Wheel of love keeps on rollin`
Two lovers becomes three lifes
Three lifes makes a family
The big wheel of life keeps on turning

I light a candle to honor Your light
..................................Your energy
..................................Your aura

There`s no wind strong enough to blow out that candle
Stronger then any forces nature could ever come up with
In the midst of a crowd,Your energy lights up..
..stands out like a shining and heartfelt beam
Close enough to touch heaven,such a sence of paradise

Your spirit embraces mine
Twin souls of mesmerized equality
The big wheel keeps on turnin`
Its never wrong to let love be fulfilled
Sweetie...am close enough to touch paradise tonight

Your light...love..and energy keeps giving my life a meaning


A.Ertsland
July 26th 2012


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A SISTER HIGLY ADORED

Joanna was the prettiest child with a fair freckled face,
reddish curly hair and a pair of big emerald eyes 
that sparkled with the purest sweetness and innocence...
and today still blessed with beauty, she shines! 


We resemble a lot in looks by letting modesty be our main virtue, 
and hadn't mother constantly taught us those godly, honest 
ways and equal love for everybody, we wouldn't ever exist
in such a false, uncaring world that has no rewards to accrue. 


Mother of two bright kids, and grandmother of four boys...
Joanna is their inspiration, and quite often she spoils them with toys,
but don't all grandmothers love those adorable toddlers...
when they quickly run to them, falling down and getting up at once?  


I am very thankful and lucky to have this kindhearted sibling
who shares my same qualities and desire for a happy living;
we both value life and show warmth instead of being cold...
haven't I walked side by side with a sister highly adored? 
  






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The Glowing Wedding Ring




Golden Jubilee-- the wedding ring still glowing like her smiling face their love a full grown tree now trying to touch the blue sky © kash poet ==========000=========== Placement: 2nd; (October 2012) Contest:Tanka-Love and Marriage Sponsor:SandyIvy ===========000===========


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MARRIAGE SEX AND ROMANCE

 MARRIAGE SEX AND ROMANCE



“Some other time, I’m not in the mood
Why cant we just cuddle and watch TV”?
When couples drift into the celibate zone
It’s not long till someone will flee.

Sexual fulfillment helps preserve love,
 Parenthood, marriage and self-esteem.
Those who maintain it avoid saying no
To be blessed by its pleasure and gleam.

While dating we tend to be more romantic
Putting forth the best of our charms.
Sharing dinners, long walks, and lustful weekends
As we spend more time in each others arms.

How many times have you said “not tonight”?
Exposing your happy home to harm.
Today’s crushing deadlines leave little time for love
Leaving partners with sorrow, sadness and alarm.

So share one another with red wine and time
Dial your own number and leave the phone off the hook.
Enjoy some romance, sex and laughter
Improving your mood and the way you look.


By Tom Zart

 



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Jesus Christ' Parable - The Wedding Feast

Importance of Humility / Reward For Generosity
LK 14:7-14

He told a parable to those who had been invited, noticing how they were choosing the places of honor at the table. 
"When you are invited by someone to a wedding banquet, do not recline at table in the place of honor. 
A more distinguished guest than you may have been invited by him
The host who invited both of you may approach you and say, 'Give your place to this man,'
 Then you would proceed with embarrassment to take the lowest place. 
Rather, when you are invited, go and take the lowest place so that when the host comes to you he may say,
 'My friend, move up to a higher position.'
 Then you will enjoy the esteem of your companions at the table. 
For everyone who exalts himself will be humbled, But the one who humbles himself will be exalted.
" Then he said to the host who invited him 
"When you hold a lunch or a dinner, do not invite your friends or your brothers or your relatives or your wealthy neighbors, in case they may invite you back and you have repayment. 
Rather, when you hold a banquet, invite the poor, the crippled, the lame, the blind; 
Blessed indeed will you be because of their inability to repay you. 
For you will be repaid at the resurrection of the righteous."


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Why Do We Preach Tolerance and Love


Tolerance and love is preached…  But,  at what price?
Too often we forget about Jesus’ sacrifice!

His death was because our sin counted against us.
He died on the cross because he truly loves us!

How dare we “cheapen” his work on the cross!
In today’s “political correctness..”  We have lost!

In the love and acceptance, we call it “inclusion.”
This has led many into a serious “confusion.”

Many want the loving side of God.  I can’t blame them!
But those who seek his holiness…  
Can you name them?

God is a God of love.  But he requires holy living too!
This is not a request but a command 
me and you!

If it’s tolerance and love you want…  Look no more!
You’ll be able to find it washed up on sin’s shore!

The people of Israel wanted “free love.” 
 Look what it got them!
Being slaves and captives, is what
 it taught them!

God is a loving God but is also as a consuming fire!
Living a righteous life is what he really desires!

“Without holiness…  No man shall see him.”
That’s why he sent Jesus, to the world beneath him!

Won’t you allow your sins to be totally forgiven?
Only Jesus can change the way
 you’ve been livin’!

He gives eternal life to those who
 diligently seek him!
The choice is yours to repent and receive him!

By Jim Pemberton    


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Man's Corruption God's Redemption

Man's Corruption...  God's Redemption!

The Bible speaks of man's sin and corruption.
That's why God has offered us, his redemption!

The heart is desperately wicked above all things.
There's an evil corruption that sin brings!

The Lord searches our heart and tests our ways.
He watches our lives, all of our days!

There's nothing good in ourselves.
Not now, or ever!
Without God's mercy...
We're doomed forever!

But, through Christ, there's a way and a plan!
He made this available to every woman and man!

His gift of salvation is a message of love, made clear!
The coming of Jesus Christ,
 draws ever so near!

We can trade our sinful corruption, 
for a new way of living!
Won't you come before the Lord,
with a heart of giving?

Giving our life to Jesus,
 is the best thing to do!
By his power and grace, you can be
made BRAND NEW!

I'm thankful for his salvation! 
 Mercy has been applied!
Because of Christ' death on the cross…
I'm now sanctified!

By Jim Pemberton   


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Birth of a POET

Dear POETRYSOUP, Hope this finds YOU and YOURS Healthy and High in the Spirit. I Thank-YOU for YOUR Prayers,Hugs,and well Wishes. A Very Special Thanks to Eileen Ghali
Gail Angel Doyle, Colleen Bono, Light and LOVE Deborah (Guzzi), Xegrakio POETESS, S-N,
(Suzanne Delaney), My little Sister - "Mandy (The Golden Girl) Tams), and the Matriarch of
the SOUP - "Linda (PD) for YOUR Inspiration to Phillip. He did all Soup Mails, Blogs. and Comments, while I was away. Your probably saying "should this be a blog? Yes it should be but I promised Phillip I would leave his blog on until Tuesday. He will be a SOUP member by then. He was very Impressed with the above mentioned POETESS' POEMS. Phillip will be only the third student that took an interest in POETRY. Some of YOU may remember POETRYSOUP Member, "Kenny The Fledgling POET. He has 4 POEMS on Site. I will be writing a Blog next week about an experience I had under the knife. Again I Thank my Family of Super SOUPERS for the LOVE YOU have showed me. LOVE ALWAYS and FOREVER YOUR Liege...Harry


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I wanna be free

I wanna drink Tequila with some Mexicans
and smoke ganja with some Jamaicans
and get high

I wanna dance in Africa
and kiss the sun in the Serengeti 
and spend nights moon bathing in the sky

I wanna own the wind
and give shout outs to powers within

I wanna be free of sin
I wanna not be able to give in to temptations
unless it's dancing to the rhythm of change
I wanna hear all the angels clapping and shouting my name

Sometimes I visit different planes of thought
and I realize that I am already those things
and it feels a bit strange
So I wait for my subconscious to realize
that truly enlightening day

I yearn for a feast of knowledge
and I incessantly pray
that I can co-exist with the universe
I began to look within it's soul source
and I saw myself sowing seeds of poetry and music and dance
I saw myself climbing mountains and overcoming circumstance 

I saw beautiful rings of green and gold and purple lilacs 
growing by a stream
I saw myself happy to just be
surrounded by the rhythm of the breeze
because yes it does have one
I follow it when I feel the need to become
more aware
And I train my heart through knowledge and meditation
and I write to the pain I bare. 

I produce chances to reflect upon for granted luxuries of life
I see myself with an abundance of blessings without a price

I wanna continue to love.
I wanna continue to believe.
But I what I don't want that feeling to do
is continue to 
leave.


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Love

I`ll never understand why people throw love around like its nothin'
I've watched the poorest person turn it into somethin' .
What once was ugly and bitter was now full of soul,
She filled the void till it was completely full.
Nothing prevented her from standing her ground,
In all her love is where she was profound.
Anything that tore her down only built her back up,
She knew the true meaning of true love.
Anyone who doubted her was always ignored,
She knew thats what the past was for.
The only time she looked down was when she prayed,
Prayed for this true love never to fade.
The only time she cried was when they were tears of joy,
Knowing the happiness has villed her void.
This love made her proud, it made her strong,
It did everything for her to move along.
People were intimidated by such strong emotion,
They did everything they could to stop her from motion.
She never looked back, only to say goodbye,
They not only waved but they surely asked why.
Her simple reply was because its only her love that matters,
Theres beauty in her even though shes shattered.
The people were amazed so they opened their hearts,
Welcomed their loved ones with wide open arms.
They spread the joy like uncontrollable wildfire,
Now it is only love in which everyone will desire. 

If only life could actually be like this today,
There'd be no greed, there would be no hate.
Nobody would have to suffer anymore,
Everyone gets a house with a beautiful door.
No more starving children dying,
No more will our mothers be crying.
Money wouldnt matter because everyone lives equally,
No more media telling us whats beautiful and whats ugly.
The world would be one big family like the creator intended,
Our sins could be forgiven because our enemies we befriended.
But if we learned to care just a little bit each day,
We could make a difference in even the things we say.
A simple smile could stretch as far as the stars,
Its the good deeds that help us make it far.
Learn to forgive, learn to forget,
Live your life with no regrets.
Tell your mother that you love her,
Spend some time with your sister or your brother.
Help your elders, no matter the race,
Always put a smile on a childs face.
But most importantly, learn to love yourself,
Nobody can do that better, gauranteed, nobody else!

By: Dorothy Dawn Robinson <3

 


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Mother, Forgive Us

Mother,
I used to walk in dark places and know that I was safe.
Because I knew that I loved you.

Mother,
I have abused my brothers and sisters.
I have contaminated your purity with murder.
I have raped your daughters.
I have kidnapped your children.
I have brought your blessed bosom to the brink of destruction.

And now, even when I walk in daylight I do not feel safe.
For now I am aware of what I have been to you.
Worse than a prodigal, I have endeavored to exploit the very mother who nurtures me.
And now that I have worsened whatever imbalance was in you before I arrived,
I endeavor to flee you like a coward through the grace of an oblivious savior.

Mother,
I have dreamed a dream of water.
I have dreamed a dream of living water.
And in this dream Jesus, my Savior, told me that he was not oblivious.
And in this dream Jesus told me that he was fully aware of my crimes against you.

Mother,
I have dreamed a dream of fire.
I have dreamed a dream of unquenchable fire.
And in this dream Jesus reminded me that I was sent here to heal you as you taught me of manhood.
And in this dream Jesus told me that if I could not love you, my mother, who I could see, then how could I love my Father in heaven who I could not.

Mother,
I have dreamed a dream of air.
I have dreamed a dream of whirlwinds.
And in this dream I breathed in the breath of forgiveness and I realized that it was not too late for us.

Mother,
I have dreamed a dream of earth.
And in this dream, Mother Earth, I see you and us together, fighting for our freedom.
Fighting against the delusion that our fates are not eternally intertwined.

Mother earth,
Please forgive us.
For true, we have betrayed you.
But it is not too late.

Mother,
I promise you that as sure as my savior is in heaven we are going to make it.

Mother,
I present myself to you as a living witness.
The Lord has not forsaken us.
For within our DNA is the secret to your healing and the end of our insanity.

Mother,
Thank you for loving and protecting me, even as I raped and wounded you.
And now it is my turn.

“In the name of Jesus, the earth and all of the earth’s inhabitants are one mind, heart, and body.  In the name of Jesus, we are one person, one planet, and one purpose.  In the name of Jesus, the lion will soon lay down with the lamb and this beautiful sound, this sound of the sacred Gaia will know harmony!!” 


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Welcome To Grandparents Day

We would like to welcome you,
To our celebration created just for the people who,
Are significant members of our family tree.
We love you indeed.
You’ve guided us to achieve many goals.
We want to be like you.
Grandma and grandpa we hold you dear to our hearts,
And even when you’re gone we’ll carry your legacy,
On to our future members of the family tree.
Today we want you to view,
What we hold in our hearts oh so true.
We welcome and value you,
So sit back relax and enjoy the program
Designed for you involving your grand boys and girls.
Grandparents you make our world go round,
And we hope that you enjoy our gracious sounds.


Details | Free verse | |

Your Secret Place

Everyone should have a secret place
where everything is so beautiful, you just belong
as peaceful as a day is long, an out of your usual pace,
sounds of nature all about, where birds sing there song,

Meditation replaces frustration, along your happy trail
moving about streams, pine trees as tall as a waterfall
where pine cones grace a foliage landscape  so surreal,
woes are meaningless about green grass, lollypop bushes

A cool spring where skinny dipping hasn’t a sign to obey
trails going every which way, too choose, you can’t lose…
your way, this sunny day, misty spray, a couple out to play,
no weight to bare, deadlines to meet, nor fail too win

time only absent from laughter heard as children frolic there...
in a caressing manner, with her long hair draped about your face,
sounds echo off boulders where water flows by gallons everywhere
yes - your secret place, where good time memories are your true nature


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May God Comfort You During Your Loss

May God Comfort You...


I'm sorry to hear about your loved one passing away.
I know that in heaven, you shall
be with him someday.

Life's adversities are at times hard to explain.
Sometimes, very quickly, 
circumstances can change.

I pray that through your loss, sorrow and pain.
You'll find comfort and joy in Jesus' name.

May his arms of tender
mercy and grace,
bring love to your heart and
a smile on your face.

May God's presence bring an
assurance to your soul,
knowing that God is with you no 
matter where you go.

Through all that's happened,  I pray you will find.
God's wonderful joy, his comfort
and a peace of mind.

On the stormy seas of life, 
with God, you shall prevail.
His promises and love for
you will never, never fail.

By Jim Pemberton 


Details | Couplet | |

Get It Flying

Try try with all our might
This time may we get it right
Another day does come
Still we are all thumbs
Is getting this done right
Really going to be our blight
Another chance is all we ask
Leave other tries in the past
Stop wait are we going to fast
Another let down have we cast
Oh my what a beautiful sight
Finally we learn to fly a kite
Gwendolen Rix contest Lets Go Fly A Kite Poem was written: 09/08/2006


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Ghazal for you, my reader

I hold the rainbow and an arrow, for you, my reader;
The thrill of good  tomorrow for you, my reader;

The butterfly of happiness will fly from our book
To find a reason and a certitude, for you, my reader;

You don`t remember this verse I took 
In the hand of light, for you, my reader

It was at very beginning a word, for you, my reader
And wonders made by Lord, for you, my reader

Temptation of good , to see the truth ,this festival 
of hope with favorable look, for you, my reader

And here, YOUR NAME I put, while writing a Ghazal:
A nosegay of perfumes, a tender touch for you, my reader


Details | Ballad | |

Forever, For Always, For You

Sweet Angel of mine
Euphoria as high as the eye can see 
The immediate cultivation of a man
In the most blissful of moments
On that special day you came to be
So delicate, so precious
Those distinguishable features
Leery eyed, despite a struggle to focus
And for that one brief instant your expression begged the question…
Do I know you?

In this one shining moment a connection took form
The sealing of a bond, strong enough to withstand the most horrific storm
The pride that was embedded
The reflection was prophetic
Whatever will be your endeavor, you have an eternal protector
This world can swallow you if you let it

So, shine my little angel
Find strength in your name
Someday you’ll know pain, 
But always remember
The first man who held your hand will always be your softest place to land
Always and forever

But for this day, beauty has been refined and enhanced
So will you save the last dance? 
For me?
You can walk with me in a park
You can speak your worst fears
You can tell me what’s on your heart
You can dampen my shirt with tears

And they’ll be a day when you blossom and you’ll find that love expands
The feeling moves you
The energy super 
It will lead you down an aisle towards your future
And you’ll still be my little angel
Always

Just know that in all your days
Whether from here or above
Forever my angel
For always in my heart
For you, all my love

Copyright©2013 by Daryl R. Gaines. All rights reserved




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When Our Pets Pass

I got really sick
Or else I was old,
I need to go now
My owners were told.

It happened so quick
I just went to sleep,
I hurt no longer
My owners would weep.

I went to heaven
And barked at the door,
"Please let me come in"
"I can play once more.

I know my owners
Are really so sad,
I usually was good
Yet sometimes was bad.

I had a good home
For that I was blessed,
I'll seem them again
When they lay to rest.


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Family of E-motions

loving and long hugs
embracing me on sad days
holding me, so close

arguing all day
saying I love you at night
truely liking me
when I am not likeable
taking the bad with the good

could not thank enough
for your overflow of love
even to my soul



Details | Acrostic | |

Jesus

Judas betrayed Jesus’s whereabouts
End, was near
Son of God, knew this
Universe of the Son of the Divine Father, restored
Sins of man forgiven, Prince of our Universal domain, alive in the hearts of his children


Details | Rhyme | |

A Painful Thanksgiving Night

A Painful Thanksgiving Night… As I sit here this Thanksgiving night I can do nothing else but write. My family’s in the other room So, why do I feel all this gloom? When we arrived late last night I thought for sure I would be alright. Even though it took everything in me To take that 3 hour drive you see. Each and every time I come All I want to do is run. Run away and never turn back A family bond I sure do lack. A mother’s love is what I crave But a hug and money is all she gave. My sisters and I we try and try To understand mother as the years go by. But nothing about her ways makes sense She’s cold and hard and always on the defense. Through the years she’s done much wrong But the love of my mother I still do long. Though the bad memories of her will never erase I prayed through my kids they might be replaced. Maybe they would chase away her pain And my love for her would not be in vain. When they’re around her it’s clear to see There’s nothing left, no mystery. Who she is; is what she’ll be All I see is a repeat of history. A history filled with hurt and pain To protect my children I must break the chain. This chain has bound me in so many ways It almost claimed my life - on several days. Lay


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Butterfly

I once was like a catipiller young,naive,and new
Always living from my heart not knowing what
else to do.Easy to take advantage of, that is 
just the case, people would walk over me
like I was their dirty used up suitcase.
Now I feel a newness coming, like a light
shining from the sky, colors fill my world
and I know I am blooming into a butterfly.
Purple,Pink, Blue and Green I can feel them
flowing through. Colors of the rainbow raising
me into full bloom. Wise and strong I am becoming
My faith leads me where I need to go giving me
insight and wiseness for only me to know.
I have not  done this on my own you see
I have been guided by God and Angels
on this Earth. Wise words the wisdom at
it's best comes from a wise lady who
seems to know me best. Lucky, I am 
to have her in my life, she always shoots
it straight and tells me like it is, knowing
her words touch my heart and gives me tons of faith..
I feel like flying through the sky or climbing 
a tree way up high. I feel like observing the 
world just like a brand new butterfly so as I
Bloom I become Anew something unlike the past
Smart and wise beautiful on the inside and outside 
 a touch of color here a touch of color there
makes me glow and become a beautiful blooming butterfly...


Written By: Christina A McCullouch 
04/09/2013


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Mercy Rewrote My LIfe


Mercy Rewrote My Life!

My life was rewritten by God’s mercy divine!
He took away my sins and cleansed my mind!

I was totally changed by his awesome power!
His word is renewing me each day and hour!

He reached out and touched me, 
when no one else could!
All of my burdens and problems...  
He understood!

He strengthens my body with his
 love and healing!
I wake up each day with a 
“brand new feeling!”

I thank the lord for everything he’s given!
I’m a new person and my sins are forgiven!

My life is rewritten.  The past is washed clean!
Christ is my righteousness! 
 My everything!

I’m so grateful for him and all that he’s done!
All glory and honor to God’s precious son!

The joy he’s given.  I’ll no longer hide!
Because of God’s mercy..  
I’m on the winning side!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Free verse | |

Our Holiday Home

Christmas boxes full of memories down from the attic they come
The house was so quiet but...now everyone starts to hum
A wonderful feeling being overcome by holiday cheer
Welcome to our holiday home at this special time of the year

Boxes and boxes to go through finding something broken is my fear
Welcome to our holiday home at this special time of the year
Here come the guys with their fresh cut tree
It will look beautiful just you wait and see

Our beautiful picture of Jesus forever hangs on our wall
The tree must set just right so the light on top upon Jesus will fall
Christmas is about our dear Savior in our home is quite clear
Welcome to our holiday home at this special time of the year

As the tree is decorated we talk of past Christmases and our love
ones now passed on
We find peace being with each other and happy to know we have
kept one another from becoming withdrawn
A toast of cheer we raise to those in heaven and feel them so near
Welcome to our holiday home at this special time of the year

It is a joy to come together with loved ones we hold so dear
Welcome to our holiday home at this special time of the year
A family less fortunate then us we will visit this Christmas Eve
Spreading joy and love to the family and seeing their smiles as
they once again in our Lord believe

Christmas day does arrive...a beautiful day to which we thank 
our Lord above
The day or our dear Savior's birth whom without we would never 
have love
We sit at our table and say pray before we have our meal with
loved ones we hold so near
Welcome to our holiday home at this special time of the year

Written By: Carol Brown
Written for: Holiday Hearth Contest
Sponsor: Linda-Marie
1st Place Winner


Entry for P.D.'s Best Holiday Poem Contest
4th Place


Details | Terza Rima | |

Ocean Waves at Sunrise

Light in her angel eyes, shines innocence, sweet and pure Glistening ocean waves at sunrise not subtle but audacious Pools of light reflect the truth when her words do not assure Irises full of gold flecks and green, the sun and sea engage us Eyes of wonder enlightened more by her precocious smile Secrets concealed beneath their splendor, sensitive and vivacious Compassionate heart, a smile given to comfort those with trials Questioning mind, mature and wise trying to right all wrongs A friendly girl, her gracious eyes invite others to stay a while Beautiful girl of nine years, do not relinquish youth for fear Your ocean soul flows through your eyes, infinite and free The light of the Lord will shine on you and dry every flowing tear Ocean waves at sunrise, your soul will always be a beacon of light ~ Shining through your eyes for all to see By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders For my niece, Lili Second Place in Your Own Favorite Contest February 2012 Sponsor: Debbie Guzzi


Details | Rhyme | |

Our Journey

We have been on a beautiful journey
One I shall never ever forget
The best journey yet

You were with me all the way
each moment of each day
In my heart you will forever stay

We travelled many roads
Through so many emotions
But love shone through for me and you

God put your hand in mine
In universal love to shine
Through space and time


And though I never understood
I always knew I should
Never give up on love

So here we are today
Back home to stay
With one very important thing to say

I love you all


Details | Free verse | |

Trying to understand

The straw making the base of the basket stayed there.

She bent to pick up the heavier of the stones 
put them in her pockets 
and began to bruise the tops of her thighs. 

She was so angry that her plan had failed;
beating herself harder now
with her free hand until tears came
as they always did. 

Later
smiling 
against the chill of evening 
she laid out her now washed beautiful stones.

Around the place mummy is.

That night 
under fluorescent plastic stars
she remembered her Dad's smile
before he had pulled her door to.

As the whispers of sleep nudged her
she forgot 
just a bit more easily 
how dark and cold it had been.


Details | Rhyme | |

What Does Marriage Mean to YOU

What Does Marriage Mean to YOU?

What all hear various definitions
 of what marriage means.
Not realizing the consequences
 this often brings!

There’s often a lack of commitment and faithfulness.
Many still looking for a true source of happiness!

This institution, that God set up as a husband and wife.
Needs to have his spirit,
 to guide our life!

It’s no wonder why, there’s many falling apart!
It’s causing heartache and many broken hearts!

No court in the land can wash away sin’s dark stain.
When adultery happens, things aren’t the same!

May we all seek to ask God
 to strengthen our home!
He’s there to help us!
 When we feel all alone!

We need the blood of Jesus to daily cleanse us!
He wants to do this!  Because he loves us!

Jesus remains committed, faithful and strong!
His word will teach us what’s right and wrong!

May we seek HIS guidance and council!
You’ll find, that he is always most helpful!

Please Jesus… Heal the broken families
 across this nation!
For only you can provide
 a much needed foundation!

By Jim Pemberton  


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A Mother To Me

I can't imagine being here
Without you next to me
You've made me who I am today
I don't know what I'd be

It's hard to think of where I'd start
To say how much you mean
You've showed me life you've made me grow
A shoulder where I lean

I know I'm not an easy one
But we still made it through
Cause when it comes to raising me
There's nothing you won't do

Everything you've done in life
I just want you to know
I've never been so proud of you
It doesn't always show

You dedicate your world to me
You couldn't give me more
You wipe away the tears I cry
You pick me off the floor

If I grow up to be like you
I know I will go far
You've always made me be my best
But that's just who you are

And everything you've always done
I know you will provide
A hand to hold, a mother to me
A best friend by my side


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Serving A Great Church Or A Great God

Serving a Great Church? Or a Great God? There’s a church nearby I was invited to come to… I was told; “this is a great church!” It’s really cool!” “We have a great pastor that preaches a great sermon!” “We have great people too..” “This is most certain!” “You’re invited to a service that is really great.” “It last one hour so make sure you’re not late.” “You’ll find a great service in just one hour!” “You’ll have a great time.” “And will feel God’s power.” “The worship is great too!” “The music will stir your soul!” “Getting more people into our building is our goal!” I thought; “In this great church, is something missing?” In this “greatness…” What kind of life are we giving? What does scripture say about Christ’ body’s purpose and meaning? Are we focused on God? Or what gives us a “good feeling?” Holiness and repentance must be our daily goal and passion… Being sold out to Christ may seem “old fashioned.” I’d rather have Jesus than the “greatness of a church” any day. I’ll love and worship HIM… No matter that others say! May we all return to our first love... Jesus must be our lord! It’s in heaven where we need to have our treasures stored! I seek the greatness of our God! And I worship his mighty name! With him in church..… Things will never be the same! By Jim Pemberton 12/01/11


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God Received An Angel

In the summer of 2007, God received an angel.
The Angels name was Katie. 
Katie was sweet & Katie was good
But I guess God wanted sweet old Katie
Out of the hood.
She did all she could, she gave all she had
But never in her life treated anyone bad.
Jesus, I know that she’s good
I know that she is great
But sometimes I just hate, 
Hate that she is gone
Hate that she is away
I think about her everyday.
Everyone & Everything is changing
Family is falling apart, 
Oh why it’s breaking my heart.
Tearing the house down acting like pure clowns
God you got a gift 
But sometimes I wish,
Wish you hadn’t took my Angel
Wish you would have let her stay a little longer.
God received an Angel.
The Angels name was Katie
 I hope Katie is with me daily
Until I die & visit her in the sky
House is up wholesale, everyone thinking
“WHAT THE HELL”
Angels, Angels, Angels
Angels flying here, Angels flying there
Angels are flying around just about any & everywhere
You took a couple of my families angels in strange ways 
I get up in the morning wondering when is my day
& who will be next to depart us.
My heart was broken when you took my Angel
Oh, why did you have to take her,
Her out of all people
She followed the rules and the laws 
But I am wondering is that all.


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Christina

Dear friends I'm sorry I'm not here lately,my life is very busy,with many new happenings, yet I'm still here with you in spirit.I just want to share this great miracle with you. My daughter Christina was born last Monday,27th of August at 11.30PM, following a long difficult labour. I was out of hospital on Friday, and now getting accustomed to my new role as a Mommy. I would love to thank so much each one of whom kept me and my family in prayer during these last months .....I shall keep you in my prayers too Much love-Charmaine


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so so missing you

I count the hours, 
and I count the days.
Oh how much I miss you, 
to pass the time I even count the ways.

I miss your voice,
I miss your touch.
I miss your soft  hair,
And I miss the face,
That I love so much.

How to describe it, 
There is no way.
I walk all around,
In a permanent daze.

I long to feel,
Your soft warm embrace.
And to see a sexy smile,
Upon your face.

I will not sleep,
Won't close an eye.
Until I know you're home, 
Safe and alive.

While you're far away,
And I am ok
I think of you out there,
In danger and alone.

This is the life before me you've chosen,
And I can't change your mind.
You've found your inner bravery,
And now I must find mine.

I miss you so much, 
To the moon and the stars.
And this feeling will go on,
Until you're safe in my arms.


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Who is Your Neighbor?

Be nice to your neighbors
And do acts of kindness.
Be thoughtful and helpful,
Polite and not mindless.
Do the things for them first
You would have them do for you
Because the whole law of God
And Prophets hang on these two:
To love God with all your heart,
Mind and soul and health
And to love your neighbor
The same way you love yourself.
You may be making friends
Of money before your day of failings,
And they would welcome you
Into such everlasting dwellings.
Thus, he that has true friends
Must first show himself a friend
By interrupting his own schedule
To attend, mend or defend
His family, peers and strangers.
Acquaint yourself with everyone
Who comes across your path
From the rising to the setting sun.
In your day to day life and travels,
In your pass times and labour
Let your love for all humanity
Show you're a friend and a neighbor.


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LOVE Conquers All - Scene 2

Scene 2 - Easy Rest Adult Care Fascility, Doctor Mendelsohnn's office.
                "Good Afternoon, Mr Potter, I am Doctor Eric Mendelsohnn. I have some 
forms for you to sign. This is the payment arrangement to be electronically transferred
the first of each month" "Whoa, wait a minute, I want to know why  Mr. Johnson was
sent here anyway" "He accosted 2 hikers in the woods" " In his woods, on his property, 
200 feet from his home." " The lady and gentleman were afraid, his hair was flying everywhere His beard was unkept, and he wasn't dressed in hiking gear or carrying a back-pack" "He wasn't hiking he was out on a nature walk, Chef could walk that mountain blindfolded and never stumble"" Look all I know the police brought him here in cuffs. He was ranting and raving about his Rights. I felt compelled to admit him for observation and testing; which he failed; in my opinion as a physchologist." " You 
know what you can do with your opinion" " Mr Potter calm down, we have Mr. Johnson sequestured in the adjoining room. His memory is failing, and He shouldn't be left alone on top of some mountain. I am going to give him some cognative thinking test now, your more than welcome to sit in on the interview""that's a good idea, I'm not signing anything until I see for myself that he's forgetful" " Please right through this door""What the F***, take that off of him right now" Mr Potter he is a danger to" "I said NOW!!
Chef  are you ok" "Kenny are you taking me home: Please" "Look Doc, I'm getting a bit pissy with you right now. Get that Straight- jacket off of him right now. He recognized me right off, I don't see any signs of forgetfulness." "Ok the restraints are off can we get started now." "No, not here. let's go outside" "I don't think that is a good idea, there is too many people out there to do any responsible testing" " Ok, You said he 
has a temporary room, Do it there" " Very well"
 
Scene 3 - Easy Rest Adult Care Fascility; Chef's  room.


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Comfy Cozy

Come over here, my sweetie pie.
Tell your honey what’s wrong.
I sense you're sad, but this is me.
You don’t have to act so strong.

I’ve been down here in the kitchen
Just waiting for you, honey ‘chile.
Come here and take a load off.
Stay with me, babe, for a while.

I’m having a midnight snack;
Hot cocoa with whipping cream.
Why don’t you join me, Sugar?
Please sit and chat with me.

I know you are feeling downhearted.
But I’m happy you finally came down.
Let me fix you a bit to eat,
For I so hate to see you frown.

If you’d rather, just lay your head on my lap.
Tell mama your every woe.
Go ahead, Sweetheart, let it out.
Let those demons just go.

Are you feeling better now, darling?
I see you are eyeing that cake!
Insomnia got us both, but now
I’m enjoying being awake.

Now that you finally came out of your shell
And shared what was making you blue,
I could stay up all night until dawn, dear,
As long as I stayed here with you.


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To My Foster Parents With Love

I came into your lives a lost and lonely child,
Full of anger and resentment,
Overwhelmed with fear and confusion.
Yet you took me into your home, your lives, and your hearts.
From the very beginning you tried to make me feel welcome and wanted.
Though I fought you each step of the way you never gave up on me.
Instead you patiently and lovingly took me under your wings,
protecting, guiding and shaping me.
Showing me love and understanding.
Giving freely and openly the praise and affection I so desperately needed.
All the while expecting nothing in return.

As days turned into years you were still there
Making me feel safe and secure,
treating me with respect and fairness,
pushing me to be the best I could be.
And still, there I was fighting you.
Oh, the pain and heartaches you endured at my hands.
Yet there you stood, firm and unwavering.
Never walking away, never giving up.
Always loving me no matter what the cost.

All these years later as I look at my own children
I realize just what you saw and still see when you look at me.
Your Daughter!

I love you.


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Hey my Honeybunch, You let my first Wedding Anniversary unforgettable


           Guys I would like to share my FIRST WEDDING ANNIVERSARY
                          wrote by Mrs.Madhavi.Suyog.Pagare

 Hey my Honeybunch,You let my first Wedding Anniversary unforgettable.. 

        Hey guys, you know what?? I had got a pleasant surprise from my hubby.It was our 1st Marriage Anniversary on 24th April 2013. Actually we both had tight work schedule..and hubby was at pune..It was too hard to digest that v couldn’t meet each other..but some hw prepared mentally that its ok.. will meet @ weekend..After few hours bro called and said that he is going to organize party for my in-laws and mom-dad n he said..your hubby wont come bt he askd me to conduct party tonight..I got too upset bcz f dis again..dat hw cud i without hubby :(( but after few minutes i got clue frm my momma n i ws at the top f my world..everyone was waiting to cut the cake n my eyes wer desperately searching suyog..hotel assistants wer asking quite oftenly "shall v bring the cake n i ws like..no no wait..just wait.." but later dey brought the cake aftr bro's signal..n dey started clapping n played music for wishing.. Everybody said : Now stand n cut the cake..he won’t come..my bro also said how eagerly u bin w8tin n searching fr him bt he really wont cum..my bro n my family members not only confused me but hotel assistants as well regarding suyog's arival but i said where is my hubby??????? i wont cut the cake without him..gt too too upset again n emotional :(':(' was trying his phone bt he avoided my cal n msg popped out..he is busy with other manager..talk later..gt really upset bcz f dis..den i felt now seriously he won’t come..Suddenly i had glimpse f suyog n i ws like is it suyog??????? dat ws the touching moment....gt too too excited n my happiness was beyond bound..Everybody around me laughed.He hugged me n wished me..I too wished him..later we cutted the cake n he gave me nicely decorated flower bouquet..Really Suyog “You made me insane..you made me sick..men..in your love..Without you my life will be incomplete..” Heartiest congratulations to you my Honey!!!!muahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh and I wish you to b as my life partner fr all seven birth's..n lastly thanks fr hp pavilion lappy,beautiful sarees n amazing jewelleries.. :) :) /\./\ 

Wrote by:
Madhavi.Suyog.Pagare



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I am not SAD

I am not sad!


While most of my poems may be SAD
They reflect the experiences that I’ve HAD
I promise you I am not MAD
In fact most days I feel GLAD

Whenever I do feel DOWN
Or sadness is AROUND
When pain and fear are ABOUND
I write to release my inner FROWN

My writing is the skeleton KEY
To all things that make me - ME
It opens the door and sets me FREE
To document my life’s JOURNEY

I write today to tell you SO
Just in case you did not KNOW
My memories are clear and PLAIN
On my journey there’s both joy and PAIN

SOME OF IT I JUST CAN’T EXPLAIN
SOME ANSWERS I MAY NEVER ASSERTAIN


Happy memories are all I SEE
When I reflect on my girls and ME
They fill my heart with such JUBILEE
And now my life has UNITY 

Alaya and Saen adore me SO
I love them and this they KNOW
They repaired my heart and helped it GROW
In their eyes I see love’s GLOW

A love like theirs is INCOMPARABLE
This makes the pain of my past - BEARABLE
They fill my spirit with joy and GLEE
They are the reason I was meant to BE

Each and every day I PRAY
I look in the mirror and I SAY
Thank you lord for this DAY
Watch over my children as they PLAY
And please show me the WAY
To be a better person - TODAY

This eases the sadness in ME
So I can live and be HAPPY!

Lay


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To my daughters

To my girls
I want you to know
That I see you
As equals on every level
Not just my daughters
My little pink princesses
I see you as young women
Powers within this world
With oceans to offer
A lifetime still to learn.

Live your lives
As though I was still with you
Be free and fearless
For you can see
Life is so short
Take all opportunities
And shape them to your dreams
You have all the tools
And I will be watching over you
Be good to one another
There are only two of you
The strength between sisters
Is a bond for life.

Your analytic minds
Will help you make good decisions
Fair and just rewards will ensue.
Your radiating hearts
Will gift you many friendships
Maybe special love
All in good time.

You will never be alone
For you have a deep sense of self
This will be fortified
With my passing
Your feet firmly planted
Will serve you well
Balancing the ups and downs
because that's how life is.
Always be true to yourself
Life will be true to you too.
Do not mourn my death
I am not going far away.

My illness has progressed
My time is nigh
There is a greater plan
One we cannot see
But we have had a great life
As mother and daughters
Our journeys together
live on in our memories.

My loves
I will hold you safe
In my heart
Now and forever
I will always be with you.


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Evil Personified - 2

There is no beating in this hollow, heinous Heart
Eternal empty eyes emitting, inexcusable iniquities
Jutting juxtaposed jackal jaws, tearing Love apart
Anathematize abandoned, always forgive Atrocities
This is how I live, how I grow, how I stay in control

Eternal empty eyes  emitting, inexcusable iniquities
Where are you Love?, I Long for YOU, with LOVE so TRUE
I gaze into the Eyes of LOVE; I see the Darkness of Death
Yet my Heart can not Shed a Tear,  For Eons of FOREVER
I Will ALWAYS and FOREVER, LOVE YOU, LENORE


                                 To be Continued

Inspired by TPS’ blog “Integrity“; this is the Liege you do not see
          Dedicated to those who do not believe, like me


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The Look On My Child's Face

The Look On My Child’s Face…

Just yesterday I noticed a look of
 love on my child’s face.
This happened in a most  “ordinary place.”

It was in our home.
 A place by God’s design.
I felt God speaking to my heart
 this particular time.

I didn’t take any time to
 stop and realize,
The look of love and innocence
 in my child’s eyes.

“Am I being the kind of Dad
 God wants me to be?”
“Am I being an example of Christ
 for my child to see?”

Have I been demonstrating my
 God-given ability,
teaching my kids God’s love,
 and responsibility?

May a Christ-like life in my kids
 be clearly seen and understood,
As one day they will 
grow into adulthood.

I hope that one day my
 Children will say:
“I want to be like my Dad-
every single day!”

By Jim Pemberton




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God Gave Me A Talent I Didn't Use It

God Gave Me A Talent…  I Didn’t Use It!

God gave me a talent, but I chose to refuse it.
I had it…  But didn’t want to use it!

God also gave me the ability to use what was given.
But it just “didn’t fit in” with my style of livin’!

The talent he gave, he wanted for me to share...
Although I went to church…  I just didn’t care!

I was like someone who “buried the talent in the ground.”
When God came looking…  I was nowhere to be found.

I was embarrassed of what he gave and ashamed.
I didn’t want to talk about Jesus, 
or mention his name…

I wanted to be careful of who was my friend.
If I were to use God’s talent, I may easily “offend.”

We all have talents. God’s given them to each one.
He’s given to us his spirit and Christ Jesus his son!

All that we need to accomplish his purpose and goal…
He wants to use us!  He loves us more than we know!

Will you “bury” the talents that God’s given to you?
Or will you just “turn your back” like others do?

He has a divine will for us all.  A purpose and plan!
He waits for you… With an outstretched hand!

Won’t you allow him to use you HIS way?
Please do it now!  Listen to what HE has to say!

HIS blessings in your life is for you to receive!
Reach out to him now! Trust and believe.!

By Jim Pemberton


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Honey Bear

Teddy used to call his wife Suzy: “Honey Bear”.
It was a term of endearment, great sentiment there.
Then svelte Suzy got pregnant and gained a few pounds.
Afterwards, in Suzy’s mind, “Honey Bear” lost its sweet sound.
Teddy, being the typical male, never caught onto any of Suzy’s many hints.
He kept saying “Honey Bear”, not knowing, to Suzy, it was now all nonsense.
Now when Suzy saw her image in a mirror, glaring back at her was a big fat bear.
While, to the love struck Teddy, when he gazed at Suzy, he still saw his “Honey Bear”.
After Suzy’s baby bump had grown into a frumpy lump, she decided to spill her guts.
She let Teddy know that he had gotten on her very last nerve and she was going to kick his butt.
Teddy got a silly grin on his mug, leaned forward and gave her a big sloppy loving kiss.
He let her know, in no uncertain terms, that this was one butt kicking he wasn’t about to miss.
Teddy’s reply hit Suzy’s funny bone and she began to laugh out really loud until her water broke.
Teddy rushed her to the hospital, Suzy bore him a daughter, now he has two “Honey Bears” to gently stroke.


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The Bulldog Returns From College

Face flush with the cold,
She comes, with the wind laughing at her back
Across our threshold once more, 
And in moments it is as though she'd never left.

Every room brightens invisibly with her prescence
As she moves here and there in her easy ways,
Dispelling discontents with artless word and act
As drops of clear oil will still a pond disturbed by wind.

     She is fully unconcious of her gifts,
     And so they radiate from her with undiminished power.


And now, exhausted from relentless work and scholarship
She lies asprawl on her old bed,
Dear old cat cradled in one arm,
Cooing softly in her sleep like a dove,
Just as she did when small,
An eternal yesterday ago.

And what can I do with that,
Save retire to my own room and glow?


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I Know Of Someone Holding Unforgiveness


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


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Jesus Is The Living Water


Jesus... The Living Water Jesus is the living water which can satisfy. HE is the oasis in a land barren and dry. Only HE can bring true satisfaction deep within. HIS living water can break the bondage of sin. He awaits you with his love and grace. His living water shall fill your "empty space." You were made according to his design. He created this world with you in mind. Come and drink of his water that only he can give. Taste of his everlasting love each day that you live. NOW is the day of salvation... please don't delay! Listen to the words Jesus has to say. His promises are forever, steadfast and true. It is no secret of how much he loves me and YOU! By Jim Pemberton


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Our Jakob

Our Jakob

I’ll tell you a little story
About a little boy, I know
He has a mind at ten years old
That has a kind of glow
That says, “this boy’s intelligent”
He’s got something to say
He glows with curiosity
And learns more every day.

He has this sense of fairness
He’ll never let you down
And with his sense of humour
Each time he sees you frown
He’ll put a smile back on your face 
We love him oh, so much
This boy, he has a way with him
A kind of magic touch.

He be my one time only friend
He’s only ten years old 
And yet he has a heart so big
And made of purest gold
No matter where this boy goes to
My heart, it will go with him
I guess I’ll love my grandson Jake
Until my light grows dim.

30 July 2013 @ 1757hrs.







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For All Of My Sin Guilt And Shame

For All Of My Sin, Guilt And Shame… The sins I’ve committed… There are so many. Is there any hope for me. Is there ANY? The things I’ve done have caused me much shame. I’m often embarrassed when others call my name. My past failures and mistakes. They abound! And have a tendency to “pull me down.” I’ve often felt “unlovable” with a discouraged mind. It seems like my life, “is racing against time.” I was told that Jesus loves me and can make me whole. How could someone like this love me? I’ll never know. How could a God who’s so merciful and lovable. Find anything inside of me… That’s “valuable?” I’ve read in hi word, that he purchased my life with his. An abundant and eternal life… He freely gives! Dear Jesus. I ask you to come into my life and wash it clean. I ask you to be my Lord. My righteousness. My everything! For all of my failures, mistakes and every sin. I long for your presence and peace within! Only YOU can restore my life through your gift of salvation. I give you my heart. And an opened invitation! Thank you Lord! For the work that you’re going to do. I want you to know how much I love and appreciate YOU! By Jim Pemberton 09/21/11


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"Reflections of the Season's Tomorrows"

Reflections of the Season’s Tomorrows

Wondering how long before tomorrow.
Watching the door every time someone passed.
Trembling hands reached out for a moments joy. 
Her rosy cheeks and eyes were now faded.
Weeping, sitting in her room, she looked around.
Her aged heart had been for children waiting.

Ever since they left, she had been waiting.  
Promising, they said, “We’ll come tomorrow.”  
Reflections of the seasons shone around.  
But in her heart lived pain as each day passed.  
Her memories and delights, now, somehow faded.  
As youngsters they had been her only joy.  

Too much time gone; she could not feel their joy.  
So many of her days spent hoping, waiting. 
Her utmost fear was that their love had faded. 
She thought that there would not be a tomorrow. 
The sparkles in her eyes had all but passed.  
She spent each lonesome day dazed, looking around. 

Suddenly, they were there, children all around!
For the first time in years, she regained her joy –
One by one, she hugged them; loving glimpses passed.  
The time had come for which she had been waiting.  
Her dream arrived; at last it was tomorrow.  
Pain that she had felt forgivingly faded. 

Thankfully, love for them had not faded.  
Her gleaming eyes sent adoration around.  
All thanked God above for this new tomorrow.  
Grandchildren bounced balloons squealing with joy.  
It happened on a day she wasn’t waiting.  
One by one, the children kissed her as they passed.  

Each caring look joined reality; time passed.  
Her fragile squeeze showed them love had not faded 
Although she had been tirelessly waiting, 
There is happiness with family around. 
She knew, for the first time in some years, joy!  
Reflected gleams sparkled on her tomorrow.  

Too fast, the moments passed; holiday lights faded
There was no more waiting; loved ones came around.
Love redeemed joy, each today and tomorrow.



©  November 19, 2010
Dane Smith-Johnsen 



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God Bless The Garbage Man

Though this is written like a poem it is
more of a thank you letter.

God answers prayers in so many ways
he brings us people to help keep the faith
he gave to me a sweet, sweet man
who helped me truly understand
when i was low and ready to give up
see i was broke 
Without a job, no money, no food, no gas in the car
My husband needed to go and find work
To help his family stay a float
We saw the garbage man outside
We feared he'd come to take our garbage can
So we rushed out side to ask him not too
He said he wasn't there too
He just came to empty our can
'Cause the regular garbage man had passed us up
Now here is were God steps in
My husband and the garbage man talk outside for quit awhile
Tears fill my heart when I think of what comes next
My husband leaves and comes right back
He tells me that the garbage man has put $23 of gas in our van
My heart must of skipped a beat, I could not believe his generosity
Though it does not stop there
Apparently the garbage man has also given us $40 in cash
His only wish is was that it was not spent on cigarettes or booze 
This money was for my family to get food
So often we forget how God lends a helping hand
God does not promise to make us rich, or grant us all we wish
He simply says just ask of me and all you NEED will be given to thee

Today I send out a special prayer, "God, Please bless The Garbage Man that 
gave my family a helping hand. Amen"


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We Need To Honor Our Parents

May We Honor Our Parents…

I know of many parents who tried their best to raise their kids.
Many of their hearts cry because of how their children live.

There’s many who’ve tried to teach their children God’s holy ways.
What was taught, seems to be lost…  In a matter of days.

Many parent’s pray for their children’s lives.
Many of their children choosing to live a life of “lies.”

Scripture says to honor our parents, 
that our days may be long.
But any kind of honor to them…, 
Many feel doesn’t belong!

The advice and warnings from parents 
seem to be ignored.
Many of their children say they’re 
“too old fashioned and bored.”

There’s a message for the young people that needs to be clear!
You need to honor your parents! 
 One day they shall “disappear!”

God gave us the parents we have, 
whether we accept this or not.
We need to think about the things that our parents taught!

May we seek to live lives that will bring honor and grace.
In our hearts, may we keep our parents in a “special place!”

May we share from our hearts, the love our lord has given!
May we share his love while
 our parents are still livin’!

The love we can give our parents is a treasure untold!
The gift of having parents is more precious than gold!

By Jim Pemberton


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A Prayer For My Girls - If I should die before I wake

A prayer for my girls ~ If I should die before I wake

To my girls I would write

Mommy will always love you ~ I never placed anyone above you

You are my world and the reason for my life ~ I did my best though I didn’t get 
everything right

You both gave me the courage and strength to fight ~ Your lives gave me direction 
and your love was my light

Even though my body is no longer here ~ don’t you fear ~ my spirit is always near

Each night you get on your knees to pray ~ remember this prayer ~ Promise me to 
say
	“Dear God please tell mommy we said hi
	That we understand that all people must die
	We know she is safe with you in the sky
	She is an Angel with wings and can now fly
	We promise to make her proud
	Our dreams will reach beyond the clouds
	Tell her that we are okay and we remember her everyday
	She is in our hearts where she will forever stay
	We know she did her best ~ and that her soul can now rest
	Please tell mommy we love her again and again…”
	Amen

Lay


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Dear POETRYSOUP

Dear POETRYSOUP, Hope this finds YOU and YOURS Healthy and High in the Spirit. I am writing this on the Inspiration of Heather Ober's Contest "Love Letter". First off I want to Thank-YOU all for YOUR many Gracious Comments. They are appreciated and Inspirational. Some of YOU know about my strokes and the handicap they cause me, as far as writing any comments back to YOU. I am sorry.A few of YOU know about my stomach cancer,and how the doctors removed half of my stomach and replaced it with whatever they replace stomach lineing with. However that lining ripped and I go for surgery tomorrow. Here is my delima; After the recovery from the surgery they want me to move back to the apartment (they pay for) and leave my Cabin on the mountain for ever. I have a 24/7 nurse,(and my Spirit Nurse; Suzanne Delaney) his name is Nick and he said he would stay with me at the cabin (with a cut in pay). now I do not know why Nick is a Nurse and not a Doctor, he can do everything but surgery. sorry I am rambling.
 YOU are probable saying to Yourselves "What has this got to do with LOVE? By my  cabin I have a house, actually a Shrine : to my DEAREST Most Only Beloved LENORE : my
Wife. I have her POETRY, her Pictures and her Butterfly collection. I had the only thing left from Our Everlasting Day; Her Transparent White Wedding Vail, stolen 4 years ago in a break-in. So my ? to my Beloved Family : POETRYSOUP is :Should I go to the Apartment(across the street from hospital)or spend the next 6 moths to a year at the cabin where my True LOVE abides,with Doctor Nick. I LOVE YOU ALWAYS and FOREVER YOUR Loyal Liege...HGarvey Daniel Esquire Aka - Harry - HG


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A Very Inviting Temptation

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


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Time to Go in loving memory of my mother

My mom was a strong woman, and stubborn too,
Yet she had a soft side, between me and you.
That side she would show, when you least expected,
But let me tell you, she was well respected.

Mom was quite unique, and was one of a kind,
She was set in her ways, so keep that in mind.
The youngest of nine, she had gotten her way,
Spoiled by her siblings’, almost every day.

Right out of high school, she had married my dad,
Blessed with three children, plus fifty years they had.
They both were hard workers, in all that they did,
My dad taught himself, from when he was a kid.

My mom was a smoker, for forty-six years,
Some day it would happen, she’d face all her fears.
Lung cancer she had, and inoperable too,
Her time on this earth, would be shortened we knew.

Radiation and Chemo, had done their thing,
Remission set in, tears of joy it did bring.
We would go out at night, to shop and to talk,
I knew she enjoyed, getting out for a walk.

Two years had gone by, after Thanksgiving Day,
Her pain had returned, but was afraid to say.
She’d lie on the couch; it was strength she did lack,
We knew in our hearts, that the cancer came back.

We shared lots of laughter, but many a tear,
I tried to assure her, she’d nothing to fear.
“Please watch over your dad, this one thing I ask.”
“I know it will be, quite a difficult task.”

One morning in March, Hospice called us to say,
You may want to come, for she’s slipping away.
For the night before, mom told me to stay home,
“Be there for your kids, you can call me by phone.”

When we all arrived, for a moment she woke,
Her eyes said it all, not a word had she spoke.
We stayed by her bedside, just holding her hand,
“It’s time to let go mom, we all understand”.

A few days had passed, not ready to let go,
For it had been raining, but letting up slow.
The sun began shining, the clouds disappeared,
Opening the heavens, for mom’s time has neared.

We gathered together, her forehead we kissed,
Whispering so softly, how much she’d be missed.
“Your time has arrived mom, just follow the light”,
She left us so peaceful, she gave up her fight.

It was time to drive home, in the car we got,
Then something had happened, while leaving the lot.
Huge drops of rain falling, it had to be fate.
They were tears of joy; she was at heaven’s gate.


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An Elderly Lament

She sits there slowly rocking
In the chair that's by her bed
Sometimes it gets so lonely
That she wishes she were dead

She knows that now and then
She might forget the time or place
And once in every while
She may not recognize a face

Putting on her slippers
That were right there by the wall
She stumbled from her seat
And started walking down the hall

She passed the nurses' station
No one saw her going by
She eased into the chapel
Where she hung her head and cried

"Where are all my children
They don't visit anymore
And what about my sisters
They've only been here twice before"

"I know they think I'm crazy
At times I think so, too
I never really asked for this
There's nothing I can do"

She reached into the pocket
Of her wrinkled cotton gown
She found the tattered holy card
And heavily knelt down

She used to know the prayer by heart
Then the ilness took control
Now she had to read the words
That filled her very soul

She prayed, "Hail Mary, full of grace"
And a bright light filled the room
A soothing warmth came over her
Dispelling any gloom

"My child, you need not kneel
Jesus knows you've done your best
You've grown so tired and weary
It is now your turn to rest"

"I know you feel abandoned
By your family and friends
But in heaven you're surrounded
With a love that never ends"

"You've sacrificed so very much
Your family always first
Standing by through thick and thin
In good times and in worst"

"Your children surely love you
Your friends have shown they care
I came to tell you all of this
For I have heard their prayers"

"It's difficult for them to watch
This horrible disease
That eats away your memory
And brings you to your knees"

"Today I take my mantle
And embrace you with a love
That I now freely give to you
From the Father up above"

She smiled up at Mary
And took in her last breath
Fulfilling now a life long wish
To die a happy death


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Morals Morality and Ethical Direction


Morals, Morality and Ethical Direction… We often hear of morals, morality and ethical direction. What they mean, I suppose, is “one’s discretion.” Very seldom, is anything from the Bible being heard. Why obey God’s commandments? Why, that’s absurd! Many claim, that as adults, just about anything is “o.k.” As long as you don’t do what they do, but what they say! Many are “bombarded” with sexual type of temptations… Often leading many to get into perverse addictions! We set up boards of people to try to be “ethically clean.” When it comes down to it… What does this really mean? Can a person be totally immoral, but 100% ethical?’ Does this, in some way, seem kind of “heretical?” Why believe in God? He’s been ruled “unconstitutional.” While many listen to the news, which is often “delusional!” We hear of perversions, that are often “glorified.” Do we hear of those wanting to be Godly sanctified? If you’re confused, and need some kind of spiritual guide! Look to God’s word! He has nothing to hide! The kind of morality and ethics that you’ll ever need… Can be found in the Bible! Open it and read! Why not read from Genesis through Revelation? We can all find what we need! Across our nation! God and his word give us a true moral compass for living! His life for our own lives, is what he’s freely giving! Won’t you come to Jesus for godly direction today? He is here! And wants to help you find HIS way! By Jim Pemberton


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Overcoming Evil with Goodness

Overcoming Evil With Good...

"Do not be overcome by evil, 
 but overcome evil with good."
This verse from scripture
 is often misunderstood.

Many tend to "get back" at someone 
who's "wronged them."
Whether it be from a stranger... or even a friend.

You cannot fight evil with evil--
this isn't God's plan!
His concept of love and mercy-- you
 need to understand.

Remember  the words Jesus said in the beatitudes.
Perhaps this can stop any 
"revengeful attitudes."

You were called to be holy--
with Godliness in mind.
To be filled with his mercy... 
being gentle and kind.

Rise above whatever evil 
may come your way/
Overcome by doing this with 
God's goodness... today!

Allow the cross of Christ to be
 lifted up in your life.
Allow his spirit to remove all malice,
 bitterness and strife.

A compassionate and loving person 
in you... others will see!
What you do today--will impact your eternity!

An overcomer of evil is often
 difficult to do.
Obey and trust God--
He will see you through!

By Jim Pemberton 
Rom. 12:21


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Eskimo Kisses

Another day, get up! the sun is out! 
Time to run around and scream and shout!
But you lie in bed half asleep,
Fussing and whining, "just 5 more minutes, I'm so beat!" 
No you can't , come on, lets go!
Got lots to do today, don't you know?!
Got tests to take and gas tanks to fill,
Dishes to wash and bellies to fill.
Clothes to wash, dry ,and put away,
Floors to sweep and time to pray.
I have bills to pay and errands to run--
My work is constant, I never get done!
I'm on a tight schedule, so get up, let's go!
See you at 5, we'll get dinner to go!
Now tell me all about your school day
While you eat  your supper, Oh, don't forget to pray!
I've got to read the mail and dust the house,
Clean the kitchen and straighten the couch.
Yes-- I am listening, don't you know I can juggle?!
But you want me to stop? you just want to cuddle?
Oh, okay, I'll take a big deep breath.
I'll stop the cleaning, I'll stop to rest. 
Now tell me again how much fun you had!
You know your happiness always makes me so glad.
Everyday when I look at you, 
I see such beauty, And I thank God for you.
You know you are my kin-and that's a real big blessing.
You make me laugh, even when I am hurting.
Don't grow up too fast, have fun and be merry.
Enjoy life's fruits and don't let burdens get too heavy.
Remember to be a child, Remember I am your mom.
Don't worry if you get weak, I'll be here to keep you strong.
Now go on, get in bed! It's time to get some sleep!
Tomorrow is another day, so sleep! And don't make a peep! 
But before you close your eyes tonight, I'll give you your eskimo kisses!
Because they make everything alright, & they remind me how much I'm blessed.
No matter all the errands, the cleaning, and the chores,
Or even at the end of the day my feet and back are so very sore--
No matter what things go my way, I count on those Eskimo Kisses 
To give me peace at the end of the day!


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Quit Running

mom say's
quit running !!!!
  {walk}


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Christ is our Lord and Savior

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION


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Like a Teddy Bear

Learn to listen like a Teddy Bear
intensely with a compassionate stare

Learn to see the world like a Teddy Bear
with glossy eyes filled with nothing but care

Learn to feel emotion like a Teddy Bear
softly lined with cotton, filled with comfort to share

Learn to love like a Teddy Bear
with arms open and always there

Lay


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Alertness

Attunement at its best
Be to hell go the rest


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In his footsteps

On his shoulders 
he carried 
me,
when I tarried 
when young.
He’d huddle me close,
and tell me the stories
Of how he grew up.
The things that he loved to do most.

Correct me when wrong.
And punish when bad he’d
Protect me from harm,
And when ill -
He’d wrap me in blankets,
And nurse by my side,
Till one day I grew up
And rebelled.

In your footsteps 
You wanted
Me to have followed,
And done everything by your will.
But I’m my own person,
So listen to my side,
Are you in with me this time
Or still…?

Do you not answer?
Hear my pain call?
As I struggle to find my own way.
Is it time I departed?
Is it time that I learnt?
To have my own will
What d’you say?

Well I’m sorry 
You’re silent.
You’re so disappointed.
But I know that you feel
I am wrong.
I can’t take this no longer
I’m so full of anger.
To my misery
Is there no end?

Well I’m out!...
Do you hear me?...
Dont misunderstand me.
I’m grateful for what you have done.
But for now
I don’t know me.
I don’t know the answers.
I’ll pack up my things and be gone!

But then
you say to me
Just listen – child listen,
One day 
you will settle
You’ll see.
You’ll be married. 
With children.
Putting food on the table -
Working hard to bring in the dough
Then you’ll think of these words
Just follow my footsteps
That way you will
Come to no harm.

And the voice in your head
Will silently say -
I told you,
Was right all along.
I’m your father
I taught you to follow 
my footsteps;
To know what is right and
Whats wrong!


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A Sisters Love

He has always been there in my life when times get kind of rough.
He has always loved me no matter what though his exterior is tough.
It’s hard to get to know the true him, he doesn’t open up to just anyone.
But if he opens up to you, it can warm you like the sun.
He makes me laugh like no one else; he can always get me going.
When he is in a good mood he brightens my day without knowing.

He is my one and only brother,
I would not trade him for another.
He may not always want to share,
But in his heart he will always care.
I know he may not always know,
All the feelings I do not show.
The love I have for him is grand,
It overflows my cup and hand.
My heart breaks when I see him sad,
I wish for him a soul that’s glad.

He is so very important to me; I hope that he can see.
I love him so much, sometimes that it hurts,
I wish him a heart that’s free!


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Diana Dalton -Bio Poem


Diana Dalton 


Diana
Creative, curios, playful & loving
Sister of a brother who is not here
Lover of Life,Photography, Hubby and more
Who experiences love, longing, excitement, 
Who dislikes High fructose corn syrup
Love to see, England again, the Sea & Australia (with hubby)
Resides in Grand Junction,Colorado
Dalton


Diana Dalton 
10 Aug 2012


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Happy Valentines Day

My Dearest Little Sister, Hope this finds YOU and YOURS Healthy and High in
the Spirit. Happy Valentines             Day            Flowers, Candlelight Dinner
would have said chocolate                 !                 but I think YOU said to me
YOU don't eat chocolate                                         maybe a Family portrait
Kisses from big brother                                         Hugs from a big brother
You will ALWAYS be my                                          Sweet Little Valentine
MAY GOD'S LOVE BLESS                                        YOU this Valentines Day
Blessings all that You LO                                    VE, hold dear and Cherish
As Sun Rose this Morning                                 I felt the warmth of your hand
Look past the rising Sun I                              see a Sister's Loving Smile
I feel  little sister's embrace                         as I also embrace Mandy
Tear of Love fall from my eyes                   A desire to cross the big Pond
A VALENTINES DAY Handshake               To my Brother in Law
The man that lavishes Love upon        My Sister, Mandy Tams
To ALL of You My BELOVED FAMILY    Here on POETRYSOUP
May LOVE surround each and Every ONE. HAPPY VALENTINES DAy     


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WE ARE INDEPENDENCE!

We are Tausug Nation
Defending independence
Free from the enemies
Stood not to get oppressed

Our Nation ruled
Of the country’s independence
Never conquered from then
We shall develop our land

Our country, nation is known
Home of courageous person
Bound only in one faith
Never care of the death

Tumantangis, Dahu peaks of our land
To Bagsak, Sinumaan
And to all the mountains here
Only one God is aimed

Zamboanga, Basilan, North Borneo, Palawan
Centre is in Sulu land
Ruled by the Sultan
From the early point of time

Our nation is united
In the name of faith is complete
Only God is firm
Determined not to get conquered

Land of the pearl garden
Sulu Sea in the world is famous
From the South and North
And East and West

Blood of Martyrs flowed in the vein of the Sug Nation
Fought to defend
Flag rose like Vinta strip
Eternal pledge appeared


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Words

Words are only not a collection of Alphabets
Words are only not letters used to write a language
It is not only an expression of intellectual knowledge

Words are thought, words are destiny
Words can stab you like a knife
“The Words I preach to you are spirit, and they are life”

Words are the architect of your life
By words the world was frame
It never took His Power or fame

Words can guide the sword
Words can destroy a nation
Words can repair a nation

Words are weaved by the state of the mind
For by thy words thou shall be judged by them
And by thy words thou shall be condemn

Words conveys a message, good or evil
They are the cause and cure of discrimination
Words can indeed bring transformation

Words are blessings from above
They are poems which we compose and write
More importantly, it resonate in our heart at night
 


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I Woke Up This Morning With A Mission On My Mind

I Woke Up With A Mission On My Mind… I woke up this morning with a mission on my mind. I wanted to tell others of Jesus! It was about time! There were so much scripture I began to ponder. My love for Christ grew down here and “up yonder!” When I needed some help. And needed it the most. Christ saved and filled me with the Holy Ghost! The excitement I had for Jesus began to brew. I wanted others to know this one that I knew! Others from church just couldn’t help to explain it! My love for Jesus... It’s hard to contain it! I pray that others will share of God’s life eternal. It’s my wish for their name to be in heaven’s journal! I pray that God will use the words that are spoken. To minster to the needy, bruised and the broken! Lord… Help me not to be ashamed of your GOOD NEWS! May there be a shout of victory beyond the church pews! A mission for Jesus... God has stirred in my soul! To be his example… Wherever I go! May the banner of the cross be lifted above… As an example of Christ sacrifice from his heart of love! A testimony of God’s goodness is a joy to share! Spreading his glad tidings to people everywhere! A mission for Jesus is what he’s already given! So others may know of a brand new way of livin’! By Jim Pemberton


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VIGNETTES



I crave for them in weaves of light And scan life’s vignettes on my mind Their charmed love wraps me day and night By the porch, his guitar sings bright Relieving heart’s joys so entwined I crave for them in weaves of light My grandma's laughter soft and sprite My grandpa's brown eyes, firm yet kind Their charmed love wraps me day and night Bedtime tales inspire fancy’s flight Hide-and- seek thrills, now hard to find I crave for them in weaves of light They taught me to win, lose with might Till frail trees sobbed with old age grind Their charmed love wraps me day and night Legacy of my heroes' blessed rite Find me weaving past years all timed I crave for them in weaves of light Their charmed love wraps me day or night (c) *villanelle: 8 syllable count For Janette Fisher's By nette onclaud


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My Future

My future shines like the rays of the sun
brings my inner power to the outside
and even though I just lost a battle
(a battle of ignorance, not stupidity)
it makes me happy to still be alive
and to understand the choices I have made

Change is at the door, challenging me
now that the time has come
and for myself and my dear family
(the ones I love very much)
I am taking the inevitable 
of a better future I am capable

My future shines like stars in a clear night
dressing my wife, children and I
dressing my brother, parents, loved ones
(real family and friends)
in elegant clothes for the event of our lives
a graduation from the lessons learned

Responsible I am of my own mistakes
of my unlimited passion and blind pride
however there is something I can recognize
(because that is the final point)
I was not born knowing it all
therefore, in ignorance I was wrong

My future smiles at my present, offering ...
a new alternative, a new way in a new place
a place where all my children can play
(where we are finally going to stay)
surrounded by ideal conditions at home
where everything makes sense after all!

Carlos Mongrut
07/12/12


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A Mans Worth

A Man’s Worth
By Nate Spears


I’ve never been god’s gift to the world
But I am a man
A man with a gift 
A man with a plan
A man of mistakes
But a man of honesty
A man with integrity
That’s the man inside of me. 

For what you believe in; stand for
Be the heart of your family
The flaming torch
Be the hand that feeds
Be the hand that heals
Be the hand that nurtures
Be the hand that kills

Be the hand that serves 
Be the hand that protects
Be one hand in your household
That demands respect; and is
Truly blessed
To have a beautiful family
Making you the whole of a man
Bringing a new meaning
To the soul of a man
With respect 
With honor
With courage
Be a symbol of depth
Making mankind reflects its intent
On this earth
As is in heaven
Amen.


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Mothers Growing Older

Another cycle in life unfolds
As we watch our mom grow old
Like a veil  that was lifted away
I saw how frail she looked today
Silver threads among her hair
She looks so fragile sitting there
I'd like to fold her in my arms
Keep her warm,safe from harm
By her love I am so beguiled
In my heart I am her child
With her love I've gotten far
She'll always be my shining star
And when her light begins to dim
A part of me will die within
Every day I sit with her a while
Just to listen to her,see her smile
So each day I say a prayer
I'm so thankful she is here


carolann crowley  4/29/2011  ps my mom passed away before i wrote this.


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I'm Not the Kind of Person God Wants Me to Be

I’m not the kind of person I need to be! There’s too many problems inside of me! I’m not the kind of person you’d want to know… I’ve too many worries and a troubled soul! I’m the kind of person who has a lot of stress! Lately, my life has been one big mess! I’m the kind of person who doesn’t have a friend. You listen to me now… But may never see me again! I’m the kind of person who’s gone through pain! I wake up some days, and don’t even know my name! I may not be the kind of person you’d want to be around. I may get discouraged, and “get you down.” I’m the kind of person who’s giving Jesus a chance… I know he loves me! Whatever the circumstance! I’m the kind of person who needs a lot of prayer! I know that God listens! And is always there! Please help me Jesus! That I may be set free! May it be your love that others will see! Thank you Jesus! For being my savior and friend! You’re someone that this person can always depend! I’m not the kind of person that Jesus wants me to be! That’s why I need more of HIM! And LESS of me! By Jim Pemberton


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For My Unborn Seed and Girlfriend

Dam girl when Im locked up you set me free/ 
When Im not myself you set me free/ 
Im behind the lock and you got the key/
 Im blind with hate but you helpmy love see/ 
WhenIm lot and alone you take the lead/
 Without you I could have never planted my seed/ 
I hate to say it but you make me better/ 
You know I love you even without this letter/ 
When Im cold with sadness you my comfort warm sweater/
 I know I can be a bad boyfriend but Im going to be a better father/
 I might have wanted a son, but it really didnt matter because now you having my daughter/
 Im guess Im too stubborn girl with me why you even bother/
 my heart gets heart gets colder but for you it only gets hotter........


Details | Pantoum | |

Only Link A Telephone Line

The wait_only link a telephone line
Minutes trickle through the minute glass
Everyone gets a call and that is fine
Our daughter answered phone as her own task

Minutes trickle through the minute glass
Finally the phone call from Doctor Burke
Our daughter answered phone as her own task
His job was done; he did excellent work

Finally the phone call from Doctor Burke
Surgery finished, it went well_ hip in
His job was done; he did excellent work
Wait again while in recovery_wear thin

Surgery finished, it went well_ hip in
He's in recovery will be there short while
Wait again while in recovery_wear thin
My anxiety went past quarter mile

He's in recovery will be there short while
Everyone gets a call and that is fine
My anxiety went past quarter mile
The wait_only link a telephone line


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Second Hand Leather

Second Hand Leather
Cocooned in love
The day was frightfully cold with snow softly falling. I was not prepared for this but 
only for the warmth of sunshine. I stepped off the plane covered only in a sundress 
and sandals.  I began to shiver as I rushed for cover. My sister in laws would bring 
comfort but little did I know just how much!
Welcomed with open arms I began to thaw and settle in a bit. This was going to be 
a trip that would forever leave a print on my heart. We were going out for a special 
dinner. You see it’s Christmas! She opened her closet and took out her very own 
coat. This was the most beautiful coat I had ever seen.
This is when she handed it over to me and said, “Try it on darling –if it fits and you 
like it –it’s yours”! I could not believe it as I knew it cost a lot of money and it was 
just beyond beautiful. It was a Full Length Leather Coat with beautiful designs on it. 
I had never had anything so wonderful given to me.
When I put it on it was magical. The fit was perfect and for me there was a 
transformation. Somehow a feeling came over me like nothing ever before. I felt 
special and could hardly wait to look in a mirror as I knew something changed inside 
me forever at that moment. What was it, what had just happened?
I wore the coat and danced around in it when no one was watching like I was a 
princess. I had this second hand coat for many years and always felt beautiful and 
special when I put it on. It was the love that I was cocooned in. She cared enough 
to give me her very own coat that she had bought for herself. I wore it until it was 
tattered and someone said to me, “I would love that coat”. I took it off and passed 
it on with the same love to cocoon that person.    


                                                                                  Debbie 
Knapp                                      


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Healing Can Only Happen When the Pain Is Gone

Healing Can Only happen,
 When the Pain is Gone!

Healing can only happen, when the pain
 and damage are gone!
It can only come about, when there’s
 no “lists” of wrongs!

People need to move ahead, and put all
 of the past behind them!
And seek God’s forgiveness, 
so his grace can find ‘em!

Too many carry a load of sorrow
 and grief that they can’t afford!
They need to bring everything to Jesus,
 and make him their LORD!

How can we experience healing,
 if the suffering is still there?
How will we ever be able to love others,
 and truly care?

May we all seek the kind of healing,
 that only Christ can bring!
May we allow him to remove
 all pain and suffering!

Jesus…  We need your healing now!  More than ever before!
It is your love that we must learn
 to treasure and adore!

Please come now and refresh us with your awesome love!
The sweetness of your Holy Spirit, is a gift from above!

Thank you God!  The pain is gone and the healing has come!
All praise, glory and honor to Jesus!
 God’s anointed son!

By Jim Pemberton   10/19/13


Details | Couplet | |

Best Wishes

2011 was here but is now gone away
2012 is here now with one extra day
I am not going to make a resolution
Simply because it causes me confusion
Wishing the best to all I hold dear
Joy,love,good health for this year


Details | Rhyme | |

Wasting Water

Sniff, sniff; smell that?
The bridges are burning,
There goes the kinship, 
You’ll never be earning,

‘Cause blood is thicker,
Or so you claim,
You carved in the truth,
The name of your game,

You tattooed your duplicity,
And pretended not to know,
Insulting our intelligence,
With the seeds you sow.

To use us in your time of need,
When all your blood ran out,
But you’ve wasted all your water,
And now you’ll live with drought.

Conveniently, when your fire’s doused,
You’ve got your blood transfusion,
Your loyalties have been restored,
Our familial bonds? An illusion.

But we were already prepared,
‘Cause water is much quicker,
It was only a matter of time, 
And we were watching the ticker.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Chicken Head

       Chicken Head

       Your a bird, with no wings!
    Your soul is lost and lives in the streets.
     Why sell your body the way you do?
        you least can get your son some new shoes.
     If you going to sell your body,get what you can get.
         You have kids, you need to get a grip.
          Do you really want your daughter to grow up like you?
         To flag down cars for every man that comes threw!
           Why are you selling your last food stamps?
          To pay a cell phone bill that has laped.
      This is no debate, your son lips is cracked from being dehydarted.
     Why do you make them suffer for the things you do?
      Look into their eyes. thats the hatred for you!
         Your baby is crying tears, for you can hear.
               Crying to be loved by you,
            You can really fix the things you do!
   Each child is a gift from God, A bright shining star.
                 Look inside your heart,
    and ask your self is this is what you want to be.
          A chicken head that stay in the streets.
      Ask God for help, when you lay down to sleep.
            Pray the lord your soul to keep.
          If you should die before you wake,
       ask him to help take your kids pain away!
             Some one should decapitate you,
       for all the pain you put your kids threw.
      So stop having kids just for someone eles to raise them.
    I guess it's for the best, because you really don't deserve them!
           They cry for help, they beg of you!
     Your a lost soul, and only God can judge you!
    


Details | Rhyme | |

Valentine

Men may come and men may go But none do I love like my Uncle Joe He boosts my spirits and strokes my ego He's my sweet patootie, Uncle Joe. He tells me I'm beautiful every day Even if, in reality, I'm in disarray He prays for me nightly without fail I know when he does, good things will prevail. So, men may come and men may go But none do I love like my Uncle Joe He boosts my sprirts and strokes my ego He's my sweet patootie, Uncle Joe.


Details | Bio | |

My Life These Days

Leonora I am a loyal, loving, caring and responsible friend and sister The only daughter of my loving parents , Manuela and deceased father Leonilo Lover of poetry, arts (portraits and painting) and playing piano Who feels alone, exhausted and so bored Who fears loss of love, loss of life and snake is the most Who would like to see different countries, future kids and great poets on poetry soup A proud resident of Candon which is not a boarder of Canada and London Galinta
written: Oct. 1,2012 First Place Contest: Life These Days Poem Judged: Sponsor: Poet Carol Sunshine Brown


Details | Rhyme | |

God, I Need Your Forgiveness


God, I Need Your Forgiveness! God, I need your forgiveness, for things I’ve done! I need to be washed through the blood of your son! Please take away the heartache and pain! Help me to trust you, when I call on your name! May t take each day to really get to know you! And just take the time to say that I LOVE YOU! May my heart be humbled and broken within! And daily trust Jesus as my savior and friend! I’ll always need someone that I can lean on to! I don’t know what I’d do, if I didn’t have you! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Narrative | |

Physically and Mentally Abuse

I was born in a world of poverty and soiled life of a third world country
The way I lived till I was five years of age was walls of boundary
These walls had towers of guards that had no heart or care
If a child would try to climb the wall they lose their life I swear

Father had drank and threatened my mother with a knife
My father lost his job and wife and that was the hardship of life
He stopped my mother from taking off with me in her arm
Hoping that my father would ignore and left me be with no harm

When my father went off to drink one night and came home with rage
My brothers stood by my crib and took a beating that set up the next stage
My father had woken up to three scared children half starved and in pain
His final words as he walk away from the orphanage gate live life do not go insane

I was still a baby in the orphanage; the caretakers did not really care about the babies
They stole items and materials those wicked men and maternal evil ladies
They starved all the babies because it cost a lot to keep them alive
As a child of that age I could feel the sins and greed that gave out bad vibes

I was ignorant about what I drank and ate, as I see white maggots move in my bottle
As I see them move I thought about how they were playing and some were hostel
They ate each other to keep each other alive in a manner that took me by surprise
In the back round I hear others throwing things with sounds of painful cries

I got very strong at a young age I was able to start pulling myself up over the cage
My feelings were to see my brothers with strong lungs that I cried out of rage
My two brothers came to see me and sneak food into my crib
The caretaker would find the food in my hands as they grabbed it and hit me on my ribs

As painful as it was I kept eating the food with blood in my mouth as it was instinct
I sometimes laid in my crib dazed and confused with smell of death so distinct
With all my might I kept myself strong and climb the small wall
I finally was old enough to get out of the building and I could hear my brothers call

With tears of joy with short legs that ran as fast as my heart
I ran to my brothers arms and held their hands to have a new start
I grew stronger everyday but more things came into my life in a manner of dismay
If my brothers stay by my side I could smile and everyday their would be okay



Details | Rhyme | |

Growing In Years

He is my gentle seduction
that makes me lighter than air
he holds onto me firmly
so I won't up and disappear

Not that I don't love him
but in fact, I love him so dear
but remember, I told you, 
he makes me lighter than air

He has to be my angel
God sent me, I, unaware
for years I stopped dreaming
I guess out of lonely fear

But today, I woke from dreaming,with him kissing my ear
how perfect our love is, in our older years
enjoying those simpler things like cooking
fishing or just holding the other near

He is my handsome husband
the father of my children, our truest bliss
soon the grandfather to the symbol
of all these growing in loving years


Details | Crystalline | |

A Wedding Vow, Too

To be but also being too
To being two or to be one, too.


Details | Free verse | |

Duck Side Story

You have your North side ducks, 
And you have your south side ducks.
Neither the twain shall meet.
For each one had his nose in the air. 
They simply would not do the greet.

So as it happens they would dance with flair in the middle of the pond.
Always trying to out do the other side…Yes, let’s call it ‘Stomp The Pond’
Wings in motion lifting them up, to stomp the waters with their feet
Acrobatics and splashing around… Man it looked so neat.

So Stella, one of the South Side Ducks fell in love with her North side Pete.
But she couldn’t cross the middle of the pond, with so much action in the way.
Fussing, blustering, and carryings on were the name of the day.

But you know, there’s always one strange duck, and that’s the one who built a bridge.
Now all the others could come across or watch the stomp from the middle of the id.
My moral, I say to you young ones… is as appealing as stomping can be…
The world works better when brought together… 
By the builders of a bridge.


Details | Rhyme | |

I Didn't Come To Church For Coffee

I Didn’t Come to Church For Coffee… I didn’t come to church for coffee… I came for prayer. In all of this entertainment. Is God still there? I didn’t come for a latte stand. Or for a couch to sit in. I came to meet a God who can take away my sin! I came to spend time with God. I don’t mean to be rude. But in all this kind of “excitement.” I’m not in the mood . I have a need. I need someone to simply listen. Everyone’s “too busy” in doing what they feel is “God’s mission.” Nothing here in this building really get’s me “excited.” If I wanted to... A “trip to Las Vegas,” could be provided. I came to meet Jesus. His presence is powerful and relevant. I need his touch right now. This is so evident! Jesus said his house; “is a house of prayer.” “Not a den of thieves.” From what I see here… Is this what everyone believes? I will seek his direction. Wherever he may lead me! Even if this church doesn’t receive me! I come to YOU God. You are filled with holiness and great power! Behold the Lord God… Could come THIS VERY HOUR! By Jim Pemberton 11/08/11


Details | Narrative | |

Mother

I am alive today
Because of you.
Death has knocked at my door multitudes of times and you've been there to scare it away.
There is no one else that means as much to me as you do.
You may never read this nor ever know the Honest truth.
The peices of me that've been broken you've found a way to peice back together every time.
You taught me how to smile, to love and to cry.
You have fixed every broken heart every cut and bruise.
I love you more than you'll ever know.
When the pain is too much for me to explian you were my shoulder to cry on.
Whenthe darkness creeps in on me, you are my light that shines it all away.
Dear lady of peace you took me from a broken home and abuse, gave me reason to be happy and watched over me through everything. 
When I had given up and was letting go of my life you were there to keep my heart beating.
Deasperatly alone I've felt but you came through with a hand to hold.
No one understands me like you.
Please know that all the times you've helped me see, that this world isnt as cruel as i think, still sticks with me.
As I walk this road with the sun setting I can see you laughter in your eyes. The smile that touches you face. And i am content with life. All I want is for you to feel joy.
You may not be blood, but you are more than that. I love you more than you could ever know mom.
You will always be my Mom my best friend and the person i trust most.


Details | Rhyme | |

Death by Gossip

  

            I am here for the pain 
            yes I am entertained

            a public hanging my choice
            living amongst rules I use my voice

            the tongue is sharp as a finished blade   
            my one reason to make you afraid

            pleasure is mine to spread all within a crowd
            To hang , draw and quarter your soul allowed

             gathering a crowd is easy to find
             for many like I are here that threw you aside .


Details | Bio | |

In This Box

I have asked the mortician to close my box
For in this box lies only the shell you knew
The shell of who I used to be to you all
On my last breath my soul to heaven went

Please remember me alert and breathing
Not in my box without a breath left in me
What is in this box I want no one to view
As my soul is no longer on earth with you

Please go on with your life knowing this
I loved you on earth and will in heaven too
In heaven with others who went before me
I'll be waiting when God calls you to join us


Entry into P.D's  "Emotional Write" contest.
Written by: Carol Brown
6th Place Winner


Details | Crystalline | |

Where Once There Was...

Where once there was a small boy and girl,
Two fine companions there unfurled

No longer simply sweet, they grew
Into adults both strong and true.

This occured, I'm unsure how;
They left me, well contented now

To make their way upon this Earth,
Well assured of their intrinsic worth.

This is the way of all offspring,
To fly, and let us sigh and sing.


Details | Rhyme | |

Simply Dixie

My sweet Creole Pixie
(My granddaughter Dixie)
Still loves her Paw-Paw
In spite of his flaws

'So you do or you don't'
'So you will or you won't'
Accepts with no strings...
'It's simple' she sings

No matter what I say
('It's all right...You're okay!')
No matter what I do
('So what?' 'I love you!')


Details | Didactic | |

Let Not Time Dim The Silver

A red rose
on the page 
of my age

imitating the dance  
of morning wind, as it ripples 
my spirits in waiting

Smell the breath 
of youth and pass it unto her 
the light of time 

for when yours dim 
you shall enjoy hers, glowing
on a sun-kissed stone

Carve love that you’ve never tried 
freeing it, from the pocket of your thoughts
on this red rose, longing for a grasp

‘Tis alone wish
of a lonely heart
and if the wind can hear it...

why can’t you?


Details | Free verse | |

Come Back To Us

Your heart has become so dark
No truths are spoken from your lips
You are only about yourself anymore
We wonder where has the real you gone

What happened to turn you so cruel
Asking to be forgiven again and again
Will you ever turn your life back around
Cling to the love that is given to you

Hold eye contact to your family lifeline
Know that we are here for you evermore
When we see you hurt we hurt even more
We love you more then you will ever know

You are hurting more then just yourself
Take a good look into your mirror dear
Ask yourself where the gentle you has gone
We pray you find her and her gentle heart

And when you find her once more
We pray you will come back to us
Our love for you continues to grow
This you should always remember      


Entry for P.D.'s Free Verse Contest
written by: Carol Brown
10th Place Winner



Details | I do not know? | |

A CONVERSATION WITH MY SON

Is this something? 
yes it is
It's called love

Do I waste my time? 
no and leave
love behind

should I ask her out 
or remain in doubt

mom, I'M confused 
what should I do 

my son please continue
to pray 
and let God lead the way

wait to hear his voice
then you will make the
right chioce

pray for God to guide you 
and then 
My son your bride will find you

she's waiting on you
so be on your way 
and find that special date 

remember running into A dead end 
is not where love begins. 


let wisdom be your guide 
it will help you find your bride 
 
 


Details | Rhyme | |

Grandpa's Girl

Grandpa was quite an eccentric fellow.
Apple butter sweetened his coffee.
Wore high suspenders of red and yellow.
He'd slip me peppermints and toffee.

He'd lift me high on the shiny tractor.
We'd traverse the rows of citrus groves.
Of course the weather was often a factor.
The air smelled of grapefruits,oranges and cloves.

We'd ride through the sagging trees,he and I.
Had to dodge irrigation streams.
I adored him so,I can't deny.
He listened to my colorful dreams.

One day I looked up and he was old.
Knew I'd be missing him before long.
The thought of him leaving made me cold.
In my life he was a joyful song.

So I made the most of his company.
Raptly listened as he told me his story.
It's written on my heart,you see.
For Grandpa has gone to live in glory.


Details | Ode | |

BLACK MAN BLACK BROTHER STAND PROUD AND BE TALL

BLACK MAN BLACK BROTHER STAND PROUD AND BE TALL, IT IS TIME FOR YOU TO LEAVE THOSE PRISON WALLS.

IT'S TIME FOR YOU TO TEACH OUR YOUNG MEN HOW TO BE A FATHER AND A MAN,
BLACK MAN BLACK BROTHER STAND PROUD AND BE TALL, GOD GAVE YOU THE WISDOM AND THE KNOWLEDGE AND UNDERSTANDING THAT'S WHY YOU ARE BEING REPRIMANDED,

BLACK MAN BLACK BROTHER IT'S TIME TO LEAVE THOSE PRISON WALLS
BLACK MAN BLACK BROTHER STAND PROUD AND BE TALL.

THE TIME HAS COME FOR YOU TO GET IT TOGETHER, BECAUSE IF YOU DON'T YOU WILL BE LOST FOREVER,

BLACK MAN BLACK BROTHER STAND PROUD, BE TALL,
IT'S TIME FOR YOU TO LEAVE THOSE PRISON WALLS.

GIVE GOD THE GLORY, FOR THESE ARE THE LAST DAYS, DON'T BE ASHAMED TO GIVE HIM PRAISE, HE'S GIVING YOU A CHANCE TO REACH OUT TO HIM, DON'T BE AFRAID OR YOU'LL EITHER SINK OR SWIM.

SO MY BROTHERS, IT'S TIME TO LEAVE THOSE PRISON WALLS
BLACK MAN BLACK BROTHER STAND PROUD AND BE TALL



THIS IS DEDICATED TO ALL THE BROTHERS IN PRISONS AND TIME TO COME HOME






Details | Sonnet | |

Destiny

An incomplete love letter
I apologized for the pain i had caused
Before i switched pens to express the love i still had
The regrets i still harbor
So everybody get on board
Men and women tickets, please!
Tonight we escape the land
But the hearts beat on, as the waves free our souls
Destined to catch the sunset in Madrid
To the lives we've chose
No more regrets
Just rocky sailing to destiny
Oh God, get me home safely


Details | Free verse | |

Love Needs No Words

You've been my caregiver so many times.
Surgery after surgery you were there. 
Never a complaint came from your lips-
Bathed me, fed me with loving care. 
All of this was behind us, we thought,
Until this year-

Oh, love, friend, soulmate of mine,
This year another surgery I fear.
A caregiver I'll need once again my love.
You laid your hand upon my shoulder,
As our heads touch, my tears did flow.
Two hearts became one, a sad note it did beat.
Love needs no words. 


Details | Rhyme | |

Gramma's Button Tin

My Gramma as I called her, probably seemed no different than most,
But to me she was the very best, sorry - I really have to boast.
She had grey hair, was fairly stout and always wore a dress,
A waft of lavender to this day, makes me smile, I must confess.

She was a proud woman who stood only 5 feet 3 inches tall,
Her lap was my favourite place to be, when I was very small.
Gramma died after having only 19 birthdays, she was 80 years old,
Her birthday was on leap year and 1900 never had one, so I’m told.

I was so lucky my Gramma lived in our small Ontario town,
I spent lots of time with her, sleeping on her bed of down.
When it was time for me to nap, she’d rock me in her chair,
Quietly humming in my ear and rubbing my long brown hair.

For fun I’d use her old iron, pressing all her dusting rags,
Never told me it would not get hot, it was on its last legs,
She’d thank me for my help and compliment me on my skill,
Then we’d move on to watering plants sitting on the windowsill.

She used to make beautiful pottery and she’d let me mold the clay,
Oh, my favourite times with Gramma, were when we’d sit and play
She had this magnificent button tin, which may sound boring to some,
But we’d sit and study each button dreaming where each one came from.

Some were from fancy dresses while others had adorned shoes,
I would listen so contently, my concentration I would never lose.
She’d talk of far away places, telling me how others had to live,
And why compassion was important, she said I had so much to give.

No other person in my life has influenced me as much as she did,
She taught how to be kind and good, beginning when I was a kid.
Although I really should not say this, but I just cannot tell a lie,
She spoiled me with love so great, I was the apple of her eye.



For Memories of Grandma Contest
Sponsor Carol Brown
*Placed First*

Written July 29, 2011



Details | Free verse | |

Whistle

Running, after more than you, can hold.
Taking, someone else’s love, and leaving.
Children are fearful of what they’re told.

Can’t you see I’m the one who’s freezing?
I was just a child with a trinket 
Never knowing that it’d be, more to me

When you were gone to, too far, from me.
Steady with your hands close to my heart
Never letting our world’s tear us apart

I know, your icicles 
I miss the beaches that we played on
You missed the child in your own eyes

Now you’re gone, 
But I’m still not here.
Why can’t you wake up 

I’m not ready
Please, just take your time, don’t leave now
I can’t fight this world alone.


Details | Free verse | |

Twisted Fate

A pocket of money he doesn’t have
A bucket of tender and love he can’t buy
Of simple moves he complains
Of simple actions he shouts
If he was my man 
I would have never forgiven him
I would have never lasted 
But he isn’t and I’m not that great 
But I’m still mad and annoyed and broken 
Of what he does
Of the craziness that has got into him 
And I pray to God
Day by day 
That all to be resolved
All that love to be returned
I can’t fool myself
What has gone is to never be replaced
What has lost its spark has gone to waste
But hope is killing us to survive
Begging us to stay 
And we listen, we obey 
But hope becomes old
And time is thrown to waste
Love and pleasure, respect 
Is never to be again in place
Why ?
I ask myself this question everyday 
But it seems it has none but one answer
Compulsion….
Compulsion to lose love
Compulsion to bury respect
Compulsion to fight and never be the same
Compulsion to forsake loyalty 
Why ? 
Because dark is stronger than light
Even if light tries to persuade dark 
Dark is too stubborn 
It will never obey…


Details | ABC | |

A Poem About My Uncle Freddie

Please don't leave us,
We need you more than you ever know,
We love you Freddie,
And we do not want you to go.

Who would hug us?
And wipe our fears when we are in pain,
Hold us when we needed it the most,
For the past few years.

Forget about the others,
And think about your family for once,
You will be leaving us behind?
We will miss your sweet smiling face,
We will miss your happiness,
We will miss your hugs,
Please don't leave us,
But it won't make us love you any less.

If you chose to go,
Then we will wish you well,
Remeber all the stories you told me.

Memories stay locked in out minds forever,
And when you leave you still be in our hearts,
always and forever.


Details | Rhyme | |

Durgs And Sex Or Jesus Christ

Drugs And Sex?  Or Jesus Christ?

Why do many talk about drugs and sex?  But not Jesus Christ?
It’s almost like many live in bondage, at a cheap price!

Is there anyone who’ll choose to live
 for the King of Kings?
And experience what everlasting life can really bring?

Tell me…  Is a life of drugs and sex 
the “ultimate goal?”
To love a life of addictions 
and heartaches to the soul?

When it comes to the power of Jesus Christ… 
 He stands alone!
Only he has the power to heal your life and home!

Only he can restore the emptiness, 
that drugs and sex leave behind!
And only he can bring a complete healing
 to the troubled mind!

He can restore anything in a life, 
that drugs and sex have taken!
With him as Lord….  There’s no one who’s ever forsaken!

Won’t you take the time, to open up your heart and receive him?
He offers a life filled with hope and joy!
Won’t you believe him?

Behold!  The glory of Jesus Christ! 
 A wondrous savior to behold!
He brings life eternal!  More precious than silver or gold!

Hallelujah!  The majesty of Jesus! He can set you free!
He offers true peace and joy!  
And a life for all eternity!

By Jim Pemberton    02/09/13


Details | Ghazal | |

Ghazal

The clouds are walking and smile a bit, above the green for joy inviting;
They call a playful rain; the green is shinning; the blue is winning…
And your heart is reading my Ghazal, but rhythm is missing:
Because from ink, ascends so sweet and white, the merry dove.
An arrow flies above the rest of world, the mirror’s love,
At other side of our night, when sun and moon are meeting:
A world of statues in which the dreams were pouring down
Since the beginning of the time, since nothing had been (known); 
But clouds -huge butterflies, and maybe stars, just dreamt the light… 
And those blind dreams were swimming to sweet season of love:
Here is the same river of time, where God forgot his blessed glove.
Unforgettable love at first sight, whose light follows the dove,
And crosses the world and the heavens of That One Love!


Details | Quintain (Sicilian) | |

Goodbye and letting go

It's hard to go day by day, 
Remembering all you had to say; 
I think about you everyday, 
I thought of you teh most today. 

Missing you is a hard job, 
Loving you an easy job; 
Wanting to hold you tightly, 
Wanting to hear you talk softly. 

My heart breaks when I'm not with you, 
Sometimes I just don't know what to do; 
I can still remember that goodbye, 
Wish it wasn't the last bye. 

My memories fade slowly, 
Your face I hold dearly; 
Sometimes not clearly, 
Oh how I wish you were near me. 

I can write, 
I can cry, 
I can scream, 
I can forget, 
I can get mad at the world, 
No matter what I do, the pain gets worse. 

I'm sorry, 
But goodbye and letting go, are impossible.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

And you call yourself a mother

Each and every day that goes by I can help but wonder why for  all times you have made me cry But I still hold my head up high because I have always been better off without you in my life unable to understand why you love bitterness and strife as you plot and plan to destroy  everyone who won’t convert to being your toy, and listen to your bull*****till their annoyed while you go on an talking about work and you think so and so is a jerk, while you expect everyone to agree that you are right, bad mouthing two of your daughters day and night Saying oh I love each of my daughters but we know that isn’t right
You are nothing but a two timing ***** walking around like you have something up your ass thinking that you can make everyone twitch like they afraid not knowing they are going to be laughing when you are in the grave but hey all I got to say is I remember the time that you said” Jane you are not allowed to come to my funeral”. Like that is going to hurt me, ha. You’re only going to be remembered as an evil ***** well it seems like you got what you wish
You call yourself a mother but you should look in the mirror, oh go ahead drink some more, we know why you do because you so damn confused, and you like to use and abuse, Your nothing but a liar who knows nothing about me yet you claim to have given birth to me. Your idea of love is really fu*cked up how can you say you love when you do not know the meaning of the word getting your granddaughter taken away,  and having the nerve to call and say I love you …
Well screw you and your gay ass pets too, who follow you around and are no longer my sisters because I reject them and you the way you have dissed me and pissed on me, getting them to play games like you do. Hey ***** I got news for you- I don’t need you I never did, why do you think I moved out at 16 the way I did? Of course now I am 28 years old  in all my life you are the only  I ever knew who was so selfish an cold and I know now that one of the best choices I ever made,  was changing all my contact info so I never have to hear from you again, Especially after you bad mouthed my husband and yet you have never met him, Sooner or later one day you will wake up and find your all alone, and wonder why no one wants to be your friend, and of course I wish I could let you read this so you can see how I feel but you don’t care never have that’s for real, either way I got this off my chest and even though you’re an evil ***** I wish you the best.


Details | Epigram | |

Stuck On You

braces interlocked - told him no kissing


Details | Blank verse | |

To Be

                  to be considered a poetess ~
          to be told by so many talented people here 
               This is a beautiful write , keep writing 
           I love the way you gracefully put the words together 
            
            To be the Mother of three amazing children 
                For my Daughter to tell me she is proud of me 
           for she thinks I write beautifully ~
           To be loved infinitely ..and for me to love in return 
 
            I was asked for my Autograph 3 times in a year  
                 I will not lie ...that was amazing !

            To be told " has anyone ever told you you're beautiful ?
               Well ..I didn't want you to forget ."
            to be called Yvetteishka ~
         
               to be entered in  ~The best compliment Contest ~











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I Went To Church Last Sunday


I Went To Church Last Sunday… I went to church last Sunday, and much to my surprise. I got up real early. It was just before the sunrise. I wanted to be with others in worship to my Lord. But when I arrived, so many there look so “bored.” When they were singing the songs, some didn’t seem to care. As I looked around, hardly anyone noticed I was there. By the time the people were asked to sing another song. Some greeted the worship leader with just another “yawn.” Did anyone really want to worship Jesus the risen king? Is church a place to simply “get bored with everything?” As the preacher arose to preach his “Sunday sermon best.” “Fill between the lines,” he said… This was to be the “test.” Shortly after the outlines were filled, there was a “closing prayer.” I noticed many of the people were “happy to get out of there!” I thought to myself as I left and walked out the door… “Is this what the true body of Christ meant for?” “Where is the sin-cleansing power of God I’ve heard about?” “Has the power of God in many churches been ‘kicked out?’” I pray that the presence of God will get a hold of our heart. May our worship for Jesus be evident… Right from the start! May our relationship with Christ be very important to us. May we give him our life! Our heart! And our trust! May our love for him not be a “boring Sunday experience.” May we serve HIM daily… Expecting a divine appearance! The Jesus I know is bigger than any denomination might be! And only his blood has the power to set men free! Serving and loving Jesus is an opportunity with living! A life in totally surrender to Christ is what we much be giving! By Jim Pemberton


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You Are Valuable To God


You’re Valuable To God! You‘re valuable to God! He gave you his best! You can enjoy his love, peace and rest! You‘re valuable to Jesus! He bled and died… He sacrificed his life for you, and was crucified! You’re valuable! You were bought with the Lord’s blood. Everything he’s given to you is because of his love! You’re valuable to God, and so wonderfully made! A way to get to heaven has already been paid! You’re valuable and precious! One of a kind! When God created this world. He had YOU in mind! You’re valuable to the lord! He wants you to know… Not all of the world’s money can purchase your soul! You’re valuable to God! He offers his salvation. You can enjoy his peace and sanctification! You’re valuable to God! Won’t you come to him? And experience his love, and the forgiveness of sin? God offers to you eternal life that’s precious! He speaks to you from a heart of mercy and kindness! By Jim Pemberton


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A DIVINE HOOK-UP: Loyalty, Love and Devotion When Women Worship God

Naomi and her family departed from Bethleham Judah the land of milk and honey
in the midst of a famine as they were unable to earn any money
so on to the region of Moab they ventured and prospered to some degree
until Naomi lost her husband and both sons and was left alone to grieve
to her daughters-in-law she told them both to their families they should go back
but one daughter-in-law Ruth refused to let their relationship come under attack
she told Naomi I will never leave you nor forsake you
I will stay by your side no matter what we have to go through
your people will be my people, your God will be my God
and wherever you choose to travel you and I will never part
with loyalty, love and devotion Ruth needed Naomi in her life
in order for her to develop a relationship with our Lord Christ
now worshipping God together placing their fate in His hands
for this was a divine hook-up that the Lord our God had planned

Now Naomi needed Ruth too but was to afraid to admit it
as she felt she had been forsaken by the presence of the Holy Spirit
but God was in the midst of that relationship from the very start
He had destined that Ruth and Naomi would never, ever part
for when women worship God great relationships are made in life
with loyalty, love and devotion in the name of Jesus the Christ
 
In the course of your life there will be people whom you need and require
to help you to be all that you can be in the way that God desires
the clarifiers in your life will help you to see what is your mission
the collaborators in your life will encourage you to come to a decision
the confronters in your life will nag you and stay in your face
while the comforters in your life if they're of God will help you find your place
then the celebrators in your life will help you to rejoice in your victory
with the spirit of love, devotion and a godly loyalty

Now Ruth went on to get remarried but kept Naomi as a member of her household
for their relationship was a divine hook-up that was under God's control
for when women worship God great relationships last an eternity
Naomi and Ruth a divine hook-up of love, devotion and loyalty


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Work

Work.
Toil.
The pain I put in the ground.
For such a precious thing.
Corn. 
The family enjoys their meal.
They plant their leftover kernels.
And wait for me to tend to them.
Work. 
An endless cycle in which happiness is born.


©Demand4poetry
21 February 2013


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Meeting Expectations

From a tender age I felt a strain with my mother
She labelled me “highly strung” I irritated her!
I struggled through life, desperate for her affection
The harder I tried to please, the greater the divide.
She loved my brothers, I could never understand
Saddened, I turned to my father, he was my rock.
I chalked it down to not meeting her expectations.

Years passed, I ended the struggle with mother
I married and was blessed with children of my own.
Realising that each child is unique, so different
I wondered for years how this could be so......
They were both born from us, the same parents
We raised them with the equal values and norms
The opposites they are, never ceases to amaze me.

I love my children, embrace their individuality.
Encourage them to be free, to be just as they are.
My children will always be treated as equals
Loved unconditionally, I have no expectations
Forever proud of these two powers in my world
I remain in awe at the achievement of them!


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A long awaited return to grace,
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Each one telling their own story,
Hoping for prestige, honor and glory.

Poetry flows the way it wants,
Bursting from one's own taunts.

Belief in those who believe in you,
A poets passion always holds true.

Dedicated to my loving soup family...


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Jesus' Birthday

I think about my life and what I've become.
Why don't I have a wife and why I'm still on the run.
I think if I'd done better, things would be easy for me.
Life just can't be this hard. Why are my goals so hard to see?
How do I become a movie star? How do I live in fame?
Maybe if I was famous, my life wouldn't seem lame.
Scrounging up some change for some milk at the store.
Lawn furniture in the living room, my room's bare without a door.
Christmas time is coming, I can't afford to buy gifts.
Blankets all around me as the cold weather shifts.
No ride to the store, just my own two feet.
I hear laughing all around me with every person I meet.
The only way to survive or to get things for me,
is to take without permission or hope for your sympathy...
This isn't my life,but I know this to be true.
We need to be kinder to those around, a lot less fortunate then you.
Jesus says, as much as you've done to one of these, you've done unto me.
Remember that, when others need your help, and you pretend not to see.
Christmas is coming, but you need to think of it this way.
It's not just a day of candy and gifts, it's Jesus' birthday.
Remember what all he did for us, and how he payed the ultimate price.
Maybe the next time you come across these people, you'll remember to be nice.
Jesus Christ, for you, I'll try harder each day.
It's the way I can give you a present on your wonderful birthday!!!


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Just Down The Road

Just down the road there is a cemetery
for World War One vets and for them only.
It is not quite full and it never will be.
They are all dead now, everyone who served;
those who died young and those who survived.
My gramps is buried there; he survived the war
and lived to the ripe old age of ninety-five.
Gramps was wounded twice while he was there
by those he called “them damn stinking krauts”.
I still miss my gramps to this very day
and every now and then I will visit his grave
at the cemetery just down the road;
but not very often because each time I do
I break down and cry for he was not only gramps,
he was also my very very bestest friend.


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It's My Birthday, It is Your Birthday

It’s My Birthday

It’s my birthday…  I look out the window there is no one for me owe so, owe so lonely poor me . 

It’s my  birthday…  you surprise me, with a Barber-Q grill  with a cooler that chills with a grin we show white grills.

Happy Birthday… it’s my Birthday I am still waiting,  it   is almost the end of my the day, just waiting on you to wish me a happy birthday which, well make my day. 

It’s my birthday…you do not remember that day, can we go out for we can remember that day?

It’s my birthday… I can share it or alone, some share it with a twin, or with a friend and the ones who stay to the ends like a good friend.

It my birthday…  its looks like another day to me I just need someone or something to comfort with me a room full of women and with hand full men, a juice in cup, juice in glass, with a sweet lady and grill on cut grass that may make every day feel like my birthday, with a touch of class. 
 
It’s your birthday… it’s your birthday you should all-ways win on your birthday, if do not have a mate you sneak and go on second party date form those who may player hate.  
  
Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday!  it comes and go, I see you come through, looking out my window with a hand full company that is what a party really should need, yes it’s sweet, sweet with music and sweet with treats or  it must be the money, or food, or brinks, or just me.


Poetry 7/7/12 by author Keith K. Relf


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A Far Away Hug

A FAR AWAY HUG

Though my eyes will not be there
To see how you touch our baby
I’m sure you whisper to him my name
This is your father’s far away hug

Though my ears will not be there
To hear his first cry in the morning
I’m sure you whisper to him my name
This is your father’s far away hug

Though you won’t hear my voice
To say how happy I am to have you both
I’m sure you whisper to him my name
This is your father’s far away hug

Though my hands will not be there
To feel and touch your hands
I’m sure you whisper to him my name
This is your father’s far away hug

Though I can’t see you now
In my mind you are perfectly pictured
That I was holding both you and your mother
With feet to take you where you’d go
With eyes to see you enjoying the sunset’s glow
With ears to hear your laughter
With arms to comfort you both
And will never be a far away hug.



Posted also in voicesnet.com poetry site: 4/22/2009


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Baby Mermaid

It was down on Bayou Rumpawpaw
where the self proclaimed semi-professional
fisherman Dub “Stinky” Crank first met
the lovely young mermaid by the name of Jewel.
She swam right up to Dub’s old rusty boat
and popped her head out of the water.
It was a fantastical sight to see
and I know this to be a natural fact
because I was there in the boat with him
when the whole dang shebang went down.
For good old bayou boy Dub it was
love at first sight despite him being drunk.
We didn’t have a very good day of fishing
that day which sort of teed me off at the time.
We only caught a few daggum goggle-eye
before the mermaid incident took place.
It worked out pretty darn good for Dub
and he is my very best friend so in
the long run I say heck the what.
After a short bayou soaked courtship
Dub and Jewel done went and got hitched.
I was best man that day and I have to admit
it was a very interesting but strange event.
The two had the love itch really big time
and nine months after the wedding gala
a baby mermaid came swimming into this world.
They named the little bayou beauty Coralee.
I told old Dub that those swimming lessons
we both took when we were young
would come in handy some day.
I still don’t know how the two did
the mating thing and it’s probably
best for my sanity if I never do.


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Mothers Day Surprise

Mother’s Day is coming and I should be happy about it, you know.
But instead of eating in… It’s eating out that we must joyfully go.
But remember, I have teenagers, Trolls, Dragon, and Hubby, too.
They’re doing me a kindness… It’s something I’ll remember… true.

This year, I mentioned McDonalds’ for it’s a rather inexpensive place.
Last year it was Bob Evans, but it became too expensive for my taste.
You see, they don’t know money, but are sooo loving, yes, that’s true. 
Still, they eat more than they can collect, so I must pay, what’s due.

Now, you see my dilemma… Oh what, oh what, am I supposed to do?
So yes, I just smile, a loving smile, for their thoughtfulness, so what’s new?
Then I sneak off the bathroom, and pay the check sneakily on the way back.
Then tell them to pay their money, place the money on the table in a stack.

It makes a decent tip, stacks of change and from my Hubby some dollar bills.
But my credit card gets loaded, and of course, I do, myself, pay that bill.
So I hope you need some yard mowing, I’m retired, you know, of course.
I’ll do a good job, it’s how I pay that bill, and that’s the blooming source.

My bones are getting creaky, what is there to say, they love me, in their way.
And I love them sooo… so when mowing, do you give any tips, by the way?
Father’s Day is coming; so I must be off, sitting here, won’t pay the bills.
Teaching love, is easier than finance, but in time they’ll