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...
THE DRAGLINE for Pete Brett
One hundred foot boom
The tracks are like
Ones on the tracks of a tank
They go chunk clunk and clank
Arm of the boom swings
Far to the left then to right
Out casts the bucket
And drags the rock in
Papa pushes the pedals and
Pulls the leavers
Lifts the cranes bucket and
Swings the arm in
Dumps the rock into
A pile at quarry
Just old black Burt, Bootsie and me
We ride in the donkey a brawny little engine
Careful now Uncle Burt I ‘am heavy as can be
He’d chuckle and let me ring the dingy
As the donkey pulled all those gondola cars
to the rock crusher A ring ding-a-ling
here comes the train ring ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling
Dinner would be with Uncle Red Papa and me
by the railroad tracks a fire warm
and perhaps we would see
Alligator Willy who would stop by to share
some pickled eggs, sausages and a beer
I dance in the night by the light that comes
from cranes rear window the light that
shines from the top of the boom
My stage is a beam of square light
and I dance and I swirl as the
beam from the top boom does
swing. It’s better than the light from the moon
I spin and I dance in an out of
I see my papa’s face
Through the crane’s side window’s panel
His arm is out stretched as he
Pushes and pulls
I wave I am tired now
He jumps from the tracks and
Lifts me back in
His face has wide goofy grin
We share chocolate milk
From a thermos and take
Orange marmalade Sandwiches wrapped in wax paper
which were sticky and sweet
from his Old battered Lunch Pail
when my feet were all wet He took off my shoes
and placed them by Old Mr. Murphy as his engine was called
Dry and warm and cozy we’d be
Papa his dog Bootsie and me
Northwest the crane that he ran At Seminole Rock
he was considered the best Crane operator-man
He worked from dark tell the sand-man
I sleep in an empty dynamite crate
Filled with a string called waste
Used to spread thick grease
by the big diesel engine at the back
of the crane
He shuts the doors as it’s starting to
The crane growls and grumbles
and rocks me to and fro
like in a large giant’s lap
as I take a nap
in dreams I spin and I dance
by the light from the boom
it’s better than the light
from the moon
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
Vanessa N Brown
Copyright ©2005 Vanessa Brown
Labor-painted lines on your hands
Heat- bleached your shiny strands
Mud added deeper color to your brand
Your adornments are dusts of the ground.
Skin piled up that made your hands rough.
Covered them and made them thick and tough.
Nail had grown to give a better grasp
To whatever you aim to feel and touch.
Wrinkled palms yet I still long its caress.
Soothe the cracks that this soul hardly bears.
Holds my head up when I’m bowing with fears.
Pulling me through the darkness of my twenty one years.
Yet when the poisonous blood entered its veins,
The strength and might were all been eaten.
Creating a space of life and death in between
And made your laborious hands weak and trembling.
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
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!
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
Mom I promised you I would do my best to help my brothers and sisters pass
life's test to remember how you were before you were laid to rest.
Mom I`m finding it really hard to do, my brothers don`t talk to each other they`re
playing a fool, my sisters can`t stop crying for you.
Mom I fill no matter what I do it`s not right, try finding peace in this family fight only
to find I did nothing by the end of night.
Mom I remember our last talk, you said no matter what you would be by while I
take this walk, mom I need your strength for my life they mock.
Mom I told you I`d be fine, that I was not blind, that at the end of this road peace I
Mom I fill I`m not the one, all this stress I`m not having fun`m stepping up while
the others run.
Mom I told you I promise, but it`s my family that suffers and it`s them I miss, so I
ask you please help me through this.
Mom I am doing what I said I would, while the others fail to do what they should,
Mom I did the best I could.
Mom,.... how come,.... you chose me to be the one?
As a child, I didn't understand,
The love that fills my mother’s hand.
In a childhood world,
Everything is carefree,
Your eyes are wide open,
Yet you do not see.
In a motherhood world,
Things can get pretty insane,
Every day comes with joy and pain.
Teaching your child new things,
Dreaming of what tomorrow brings.
Leaving days of pig tales and nursery rhymes,
Loosing Seconds and minutes of these precious times.
Now, with children of my own,
Mother, your feelings are not alone.
Only now do I understand,
Feeling helpless to times demand.
Mother, I just didn't realize,
How I looked in your eyes.
33 years gone in a whirl,
Yet I know you still see your little girl.
I love you Mother.
More than you know.
I know it was hard letting me go.
My childhood life was wrapped up in you,
But my adult life holds something new.
Growing up so fast and free,
I felt your eyes always watching me,
I didn't have to worry,
Because I knew you'd be there.
Now my own children feel MY stare.
Never knowing that in my heart,
I feel the sadness awaiting their future depart.
For one day, I will have to say good bye,
Just as you did with my sisters and I.
But with this sadness, there is happiness too,
For they will always need me,
Just as I will always need you.
My childhood is over but my need for you will never end,
You are a Mother, Grandmother, Guide and Friend.
Grandma means so much more then what it says in the dictionary.
It should say wise, intelligent, strong women.
Amazing, loving, and very kind hearted women.
The go to girl in times of trouble, get great advise, and just vent for hours.
She will be proud of you as long as you try your best, and she will tell you what direction to go when you fall on you ass.
My grandma is the best, the best in the world. Ill love her forever, then a little more.
I just want to say thank you for all that you have done.
I have loved every part of it. even though sometimes I was wrong.
Happy mothers day, Mamaw.
We need a grandmas day too, so the entire day can be just about you.
I hope you have a good day, full of smiles and happiness.
I Love You, Mamaw and You Are The Bestest.