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...
In my heart you will always stay.But I know your there
watching over me.I know your by my side.But I still
miss you.Just because I can't see you.I know your
there.You whisper in my ear and say your still my
little girl.But I know I will see you again.
Daddy the alcoholic,
every single day,
full and countless glasses,
help him please, and bring my daddy back to me.
Count the stars one by one an put one
in your pocket.
Give it a kiss and name an place it in
If your star should ever lose its shine
just give it another kiss an you will
that your star will always be near to
keep you strong an to never have a
If your star should ever loss its
Just give it another kiss and whisper
If your star should ever get weak just
give it another kiss and a promise you'll
But if the day should ever come that you
forget your stars name
Dont feel bad or feel any shame
Just give it another an you will reacall
that the only name for your star will
always be baby doll
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.
A story to tell
A story that never been told,
Not new though, neither old,
A bout treasure of pure Gold,
Nicely kept, beautifully hold,
Wrapped in a blessed shroud,
Not to be found by digging!
Only by prayers to the Lord.
The old man is determined,
But, no signs yet, no traces,
Distressed, wet and cold,
He didn’t stop, refrain or hold,
Hope kept him firm and bold,
Hope will lead him to his bond.
One day he struck luck!
He struck the concealed, hidden gold,
He shouted… O’ my generous Lord,
It is my girl; it is my soul, my fond,
She is glittering more than Gold,
With happiness inside,
He prostrated to God and bowed.
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
A father means so many things......
A understanding heart,
A source of strength and of support
Right from the very start.
A constant readiness to help
In a kind and thoughtful way.
With encouragement and
Forgiveness no matter what come's your way.
you think I got listen to you,
you just my kids father,
there noting between me and you,
it seem the words take you back to court is your favorite words,
get this Sheena Shenia Jackson isn't scare of no court system or even you,
its just a word that is there,
so if you ask me you just things to make women scared im not scare of you like I use to,
I have became stronger and wiser,
I have the Lord behind me,
I believe in him very strong,
so if you want to bring me back to court lets do this now,
you are just a man that God put on this earth,
and I fear no man, no woman and no body,
I am a King child forever,
by : Sheena Shenia Jackson
May 23, 2013
My father had this car, not very expensive but very fast. It was old, it was squared, it was blue… a Grand Marquis it was. My dad used to wash it whether it rain, snow or shine. It was right on the garage, I remember, not too close, not too far; it was nice and clean, it was his most special thing. It was old; it was a blue squared Grand Marquis. He loved to drive it, he loved to race it, and everybody in the family embraced it. A day came by, the Grand Marquis he let me drive. At first, I was nervous, I was stressed, I was pretty upset; at last, I was excited, I was thrilled… I was fascinated. This was my first time I drove a car, and even it was my first driving experience, it wasn´t so hard. I loved it, I raced it, just as my dad used to train me. Suddenly, technology came by my door and a portable telephone was installed on the floor. It was the first “not home phone” that I saw, It was the first portable phone in my home. It felt strange, it felt kind weird, it felt as if the world was getting newer and newer, and I was getting older and older, it felt as if the world was spinning and spinning and I was steady and steady; it felt so strange that when I realized, it had went out of range. My father used to race, he loved speed, he loved adrenaline, and of course… he loved me. My mother got scared when he drove the Marquis, she used to scream, shout, yell and cry, she used to dislike it and get out of it, she used to get cranky and sometimes angry. Then, another new artifact came by. What? A trailer horn? Yes indeed, a trailer horn was put in place. There it was, this shiny brass, there it was, this noisy trash. We used to have fun with it, I remember, I remember; we used to laugh scaring people, Oh medieval boys we were! So there it was, this lovely car, shinny, brilliant and old. It was lovely, it was squared, a blue Grand Marquis it was. I would remember it forever, I would never forget it, I would save all the memories and I would smile when the memory come by. With or without the artifacts… we would miss it, we would miss it.
She lost her dad when she was only one.Now she's fourteen and feeling alone.
Feeling depressed not knowing who he was,asking questions what did he do,where was he from,how did he act ?
As she set there with all the questions going through her mind.Wondering was he like me ,was he a good dad?she just feels so mad.
Not knowing what he was like,making her heart ack each night.losing her dad so young,it isn't fun.
She has a step dad who has raised her since she was one ,who she loves with all her heart,but its not the same.All she has is a picture of him in a frame.
As she sits there wishing he was here
so she could say hi for the first time ,but she knows that wont happen so sad looking at his grave wondering why God had to take him away..,,,
Well at least he's in a better place way up in heaven space where angels fly and nobody cries.......but I'll always have questions flowing through my mind,,,,,,
Standing in the center of my father’s village
Is a mysterious corn mill
Which produces the worst of flour
Even when served with the best of corns of the land
So in hunger, his offspring always weep
Across the coast off my father’s village
Lies this giant but old corn mill
Which receives grains from father’s fields
To produce flour, honey and milk
To serve and fill the mouths of its offspring
Sometimes to the benefit of those not his offspring
So why should the corn mill of my father breed the worst?
Without a lesson from him that mills across the coast
While the children of the land grow pale and frail
The pawpaw’s bridegroom dances and waves
Is it the chorus of the tunes that spreads loud from its wings?
Or it’s a heritage that needs to be preserved to appease the gods
So when would the miseries of my siblings come to rest
Should I send spies to the corn mill we were once forced to build
Or awake the doors of the gods with a penny
To discover the corn mill and my father’s destiny
A Young Beautiful girl with so much spirit in her to lift the soul
With blissful hopes to come she would become a queen they did not want
Many loved her beauty as a child but her step mother
Of a selfish dander king family did not like her at all
They wanted all but wrong for her and to lock her in a chamber with ash
And dust that filled the air
Far away from society king wanted because they felt she was from rags in poor
Stead of riches and wealth a lonely child from the cottage where
The king’s witch of a sister raised her.
She became a slave scared to face the king’s wicked sister
She abide by what she was afraid to go
With a single tear she longed to be free and become
Something more than an average girl.
But a girl that rises up from the hate and dander rules set by one world
She wanted to be free to be loved and liked for what she believed in
As the days went on she grew stronger and rising from the pain in her heart
And by the twisted society by her step moms brother who wanted nothing
But sorrow and to be down in the dumps of rags
She took a stand for freedom a stand for love and never backed down
From her past she kept on fighting a battle which seemed endless
As she looked to the moon crying out with screams that echoed in the forest
Sounding so loud half a forest could hear
She took the dagger and the shield took it to her heart and utter words like these
Lord of the sky’s guide me today and give me much more strength
Then I had yesterday and as my will to rise be ever strong may I not rest
Till this dander evil king is no more
She went off and into the castle she snuck into with mighty dagger and shield with the heavens by her side she struck him out and proclaimed freedom and love to all this is a girl truly rising faith and all that stands for what’s right a brave girl that rises from hate
this is a girl rising up from the pain
Poem story for contest( Girl Rising )
by brian otoole 8-05-13
We began so little and young,
Life beat us bad and twisted our tongue.
You and I walked a pretty rough road I can say
When you stumbled I was always there to make you stay.
Stay and not give up, I didn't give up on you than, so I wont give up on you now,
We danced our life so brutally and softly, but this time you didn't look my way and bounced.
I thought we would go on like this forever, but I guess like people say,
Nothing lasts forever.
You are my inspiration
You are my belief
You are my life
You are my relief
You stand before me
You give me an embrace
You show your unconditional love
You present your grace
You make way for success
You guide me like thee
You help me throughout
You make me smile for free...
You give cute expressions
You give excellent suggestions
You give me motivation
You show your determination
You are my father
You are my friend
You are great
You love me till the end..
A long gaze
out the window
you see the cold road
covered in bright
white winter snow
as the cold wind blows
you hold close
the hot mug of chocolate to unfroze
your tingling fingers and toes
tiny balls of marshmallows floating on top
like fallen snow balls that drop
to fill the stockings up with presents
this time of year, is about spending time
with family and friends, peers
as the nights drawing in
my son's was making his
i see how happy he his
and i feel like the kid
holding his dreams, as i kiss
him good night
dressing up as Santa for the night
the feeling of Christmas morning, as a child
now as a farther i get to see my child’s smile
hands frozen from making our snowman
grab the hat and scarf take a picture that will last
for ever that's how i can relive this moment
in this poem
as we watch as Rudolf reindeer
flying over the night sky
the family round the table festive cheer
as the night
closes drinking wine and beer
laughing and joking
gone has another year,
breathing in the heated air
as I'm falling asleep in grandpa's chair......
I had some thoughts of you today
Memories of why you walked away
A few extra pounds,
And I cut my hair
gave birth to our child
But,you didn't care.
I'm up late at night nursing "our"child
while you're out with your friends
and the girls that go wild.
To tired to walk or exercise right now
Oh baby please, just give me awhile.
My long flowing hair,it flows "no more"
It's short and it's stylish, the rest lays on the floor.
I care for "our" home, wash clothes and make meals
Take care of "our" child,and put her to bed
You walked away from "your" princess it seems,
to go fulfill your fantasy and schemes.
Another lady with long flowing hair,
A perfect body and not a care.
No-one but you is important in life.
Thank God that you left.
Now go on with your life.
Lost in this wilderness. .
I feel like a scared child...
Everyone seems so raw n wild...
No one to hear my cry in distress..
I search for your hand to hold..
To guide me to a place where I worry no more..
Am so scared, that a shiver runs down my body n soul. .
As tears drop from my eyes..
All I hear is there laughter, n see them smile..
Lost in the wilderness...
I feel scared like a small child....
A Man will admit to his wrongful doings & not commit to lifestyle of a fool,
A Man takes pride in strength & uses his mind to be his exercise tool,
He is not the person to be rude to define his mite,
A Man is not a burden but the reason for life,
He lives to be for certain,
He will make sure his responsibilities are kept,
His habits are; victory, thought provoking, self sufficient,
Even though Men struggle... A Man will guarantee a will "to make it,"
In fact A Man will make sure his name is mention with exceptional etiquitte,
So when you see A Man with his family his manhood will be evident,
When you look into his face you will see the greatness in his eyes,
A Mans creation is heaven sent,
And not just some guy,
His expression will show a hidden direction,
A smile that displays a beautiful struggle but don't just look at him & stare,
Wonder what it takes to be A Man in a world surrounded by beautiful females & how beneficial it is to have Men here.
Nigeria is my fatherland
where heroes are breed
there i was born among soldiers
i schooled and married in my father
my fatherland is the origin
of many great leaders
who never sleep while others slept
they walk in the air and,
gravity pull them not
pretty women with unfaded skin, very
are made there
all hail to our fatherland, Nigeria
my fatherland is the giant of Africa
it lay in the west coast of Africa
surrounded by green grasses and
i am the first born of my fatherland
first a citizen of Nigeria
before other country
hard work is our legacy
service is our policy
our hospitality strangers admires
and faithfulness and honesty our aim
come home to fatherland brother
let us work together
to keep Nigeria Together
it pays to be together.
ALL RIGHT RESERVED JOHN CHIZOBA
Thou shall not pull thy sisters hair. Thou you shall chew thy food.
Thou shall not stay out until Midnight. Thou shall be in a better mood.
Though shall not answer me back. Thou you shall brush thy hair.
Though shall not wear that in public. Thou you shall behave in here.
Thou shall not give me cheek and run as fast as thou art.
Though shall not rush thy homework. Though you shall begin from the start..
Thou shall not scream at every opportunity no mater if thy lungs be strong.
Thou shall not dance in tantrum. Thou you shall stay home where you belong.
Thou shall not eat me out of house and home. Though you shall get a job.
Thou shall not sit round like a bum. Thou you shall turn into a slob.
Thou shall not fight with your sister. Thou you shall give her a cuddle.
Though you shall not bunk away from school. Or Thou shall be in a muddle.
Thou shall not make noise while soaps are on, if you know what's good for thy ears.
Thou shall not blame your brother, Thou you shall see his tears.
Thou shall not ever worry, Thou I am here for you.
Thou shall not ever be sad. Thou you shall be happy It's true.
Thou shall not ever fret, even though we shall have our fears.
Thou shall never be alone. Thou you shall know we care.
Thou shall always have a life, Though u shall be happy and care.
Thou shall not have a problem alone. Thou you will know we are near.
Thou shall not take for granted, That shall be full of pride.
Though shall never wish for more, with thou family by thou side
By Shirley Moody
for you i have been missing,
you are short of a prayer,
this domain they have spoken is cold but a stare,
for hand that i reach is short of a friend,
so trust me my fellow this is where it shall end,
the blood river flows and colder as it grows,
for my heart is the lands or prosperity as it shows,
a riddle for you my love,
its as pretty as a dove,
think of my father that force me from above,
I am the rich, powerful and the great,
i am the one that has taken your chance of all fate,
I open the gate,
for the children that have been freed to the father of all hate.
Once upon a time, there was a king who ruled the kingdom of love, no people in it, just butterflies and doves. His majesty grows older; he started looking for a heir of his own flesh to rule the kingdom. One day a ghost named 'funny Vanessa' came to him on moonless night to tell him that the true heiress is life and sound, and her optional hideout is now over. A year later the king reunited with his heiress, he hugged and squeezed her into his chest and cried from the inside, as kings are not suppose to weaken and seep tears. One day while contemplating at the butterfly doom, the ghost showed up and sang him a poem written by the peace loving dove on an Egyptian papyrus:
What a beautiful world, what an awesome year,
What a colorful days I see, so musical I feel and hear,
No more wonders, pains, sorrows, puzzles nor fear,
Skies are so light blue; rivers are so crystal clear,
The days that just went by, is like breeze of fresh air,
Pure and genuine love, the king and his daughter share
Laughter, Delight finally dried up the oceans of despair,
Joyous and festive days the king of love forever adhere,
That his dearest shining star is so touchable, is so near,
Like spring velvet sun rays, sprayed from up there,
His majesty's seed of love is now mature and sincere,
Like a tree of glory, so colorful, sweet fruit she bear,
Then his majesty prayed:
May your days my heiress and your family be full of joy and cheer.
Secret I Keep
All these years hiding.
Been keeping the secret that's lying.
Can't forgive myself what i have been doing
Declined the love that you're giving.
Everyday i weep in despair.
For my love for you, i did not share.
Gave the best you can, but did not see.
Has pretended, that you were there for me.
I was blinded and insensitive.
Just how long can you forgive?
Kind of curse i feel like hell.
Living in sorrow it's hard to tell.
Memories of you it's all i have.
No one could give the thing called 'love'.
Only you and you alone.
Pretending you were here inside this home.
Quit is not my thinking.
Restore the past, why can i not bring?
Since you've been gone it's never been me.
Tried to be happy i pretended to be.
Unleash this nightmare, oh go away.
Vanish! It's all i pray.
Whisper in silence in where you lay.
Xanthorrhoea with you to stay.
Yearning for you cannot wait longer.
Zeal of your love and i feel better.
Your simple mind is ascending, my souls buried in the dirt.
The pain is never ending, your getting recognition you dont deserve.
Your simple mind is blind, blinded by the fear of defeat.
Its here you give no mind, to destinies others may meet.
Your simple mind is cruel, my minds a warm entity.
No one else mattered to you, mentally or physically.
Your simple mind has much pride, like a king on his throne.
It cant except the time, its name was engraved into stone.
I'll never forget, such a simple mind was still my blessing.
May you peacefully rest, within the luxuries of heaven.
The Hardest Thing I Will Ever Say
by Willie J. Rathbone
I haven't always been there
to teach you to do good
or given you my wisdom
the way a father should
so before this escalates
to where you're feeling hate
please listen for a moment
to what I have to say
in the past I've made mistakes
I'm in jail for what I've done
so when your mother says, I went away
you'll know the truth my son
I've spent my whole life lying
and hustlin' was my work
right now there's no denying
all the people that I've hurt
to save you from the same
you really must believe
the hardest thing I will ever say
is don't ever be like me
Tall as the Iroko
Strong as the lion
Kind as can be
There to inspire
His strenght to lend
In my time of need
Yet quick to correct
Guiding me to maturity
I love you indeed.
If I fall I pick myself up and try again
Been hurt before but I won’t cry again
My wings are broke but I know I’ll fly again
Cause I was lost with no map
I paid the cost with no cash
No one there for me in my hour of need
They’ll be there when things are good.
They only care about power and greed
But I could never be a coward or leave
Isn’t anything about that logic that’s sensible
None of that stupid stuff is apprehensible
People walking around like they’re invincible
Like they’ve got no morals or principals
World on my shoulders it feels miniscule
No weight at all
Won’t make me fall
You wouldn’t last a mile in my shoes
Girls yeah there’s been a few
More than life or death win or lose
Been through the storm my skin is bruised
People ask questions like it’s an interview
“Are you depressed, why didn’t you cry when your dad died?”
So I guess I’m heartless and some kind of bad guy
Because I didn’t shed a tear when my dad died
What about when I was 3 he threw a yellow pages book at me
Which left me with a black eye
Now I’m supposed to lie and act like he was the greatest father ever
Without this man in my life
I made it through the harshest weather
No family to stand by my side
No love at all. I thought a parents love is meant to be unconditional
Raised in foster care
Praying my parents would call just to say “son I’m missing you”
No matter how hard I try I can’t run from missing you
Is it any wonder I idolize rappers and Eminem’s the one I listen to?
Where was my father when I needed advice on girls or for my first date?
He didn’t even send a single card on my birthdays
But I’ve still go R.I.P Dad tattooed on my arm
Age 15 I started to self harm
My head would hit the pillow and tears followed
Cuts sinking in my arm so I always feared tomorrow
**** everyone I don’t want or need there sorrow
All they can do is call it attention seeking
But I look at people who allow their scars on show
As brave and redemption seeking
Does that change when you can no longer mention reasons?
And the reason for your first time’s intentions leaving
So now maybe it’s a mental addiction
Sometimes in life you don’t like what the pencil’s scripting
Cause the more I like you
The quicker I say you need to let me breathe
You say you love me
The quicker I let you leave
The more you hate
The less it gets to me
Hate is safer than love
But do me wrong and you’ll be dead to me
So to family and friends who have hurt me I have 3 words rest in peace
You have guided me right from the start
So when I tell you that I love you I mean it with all my heart
Your love and support along the way
Is what has made who I am today
You are a loving father in more ways than one
And I'm so proud to be called your son
We have a father , Son bond that can't be broken
And to me this is a huge token
You give so much and ask for nothing in return
And that is what I have grown up to learn
If everyone had a chance to have a father like you
The world would be so much better because of you
I Love you DaD
This is a poem about child abuse so if your against it please vote and comment thanks you and hope you like it.
Oh no daddy's home!
Where should I hide?
In my closet ,no that's where he found me last time.
Under my bed,no that's where he pulled me out by my legs and hurt my head.
My name is Kelly I'm only eleven.
My daddy come home from drinkin
And gives me a beaten.
He blames me for momma leaven.
Oh no here comes graving me by the hair,I'm so scared...
Daddy please stop it hurts I yell ,but it don't help.He throws me and I hit the wall,where I fall.
Daddy I scream I'm sorry for momma leaven ,now I feel my head bleeding,but he doesn't stop.as tears tears fill my eyes I sit here and cry .
He pulls the blade out and sticks it to my neck,I try to plead for help,but can't breath as the blade cuts..so this is it as I hit the floor,closing my eyes,I see the light.well at least daddy can't hurt me no more tonight. Ill be with momma in the sky.well I guess this is good bye as daddy just killed me tonight.i should have told someone he was beating me every night,but hey God wanted me right away.So as I take my last breath I just wanted to say,tell someone before its to late and your in your grave.
Hey just wanted to say I cried writing this poem so I hope comment tell me what u think thanks and vote.