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ANTHONY

An angel gave wings to you so you can fly
Never will life pass you by
Toward the sky you will guide
Hovering above the world so high
On a cloud you sit as other's sigh
Never will you fall from the sky
Your angels taught you how to fly


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AUTISTIC

A mazing child full of life
Unconditional relentless love
Touched by angels through the strife
Insightful blessings from above
Struggles with communication
Tries with joyful anticipation
Intelligence beyond the norm
Child of God within the storm


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Insignificance

I s a child to be heard?
N o one answers, as usual. The silence is slowly killing me.
S orrow, misunderstanding and these mourning memories,
I s this the way it is supposed to be? Since that fateful day, I have been a 
G irl, lost in a whirl of tragic past, calamitous present and the fear of having no future,
N ever have I known what "family", "friends" or "fiends" mean, for
I have never made or heard of any.
F or I am thirteen, just as inconsequential as a dwarf planet, amongst boundless galaxies.
I live in misery, why won't anyone listen to me? I may be young, but I
C an converse, listen and see, and I
A m as normal as you are. So why
N ot give me a chance to prove myself?
C an you ever give me a listening
E ar? Is a child to be heard?


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SEXUALLY MOLESTED

Self-Esteem destroyed; lost and never found
Engaged in unwanted advances; horror all around 
X-Rated is the actions; the pain is something unable to forget
United are the demons, which created the mood to set
Audacity running through his veins; unable to see the fright 
Losing all my dignity; fighting with all my might
Lusting for a purpose; one of the ultimate sins
Yearning for gratification; not thinking about the child within

Mortified beyond repair; a terrified child now resides 
Open to the vulnerability; a perfect secret now to hide
Losing this perverted battle; feeling mute and all alone
Emptiness has now replaced, a subtle joyful tone
Silence I have learned; haunting memories hiding within
Trust I give to no one; for all of life is one big sin
Exiled from a childhood, that helped make me who I am today
Disgraced by the memories as I watched my childhood fade away

© Stacy Lynn Stiles


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Smile

Sense of humour, elevating our spirits
Musing over the simple things in life, rejoicing at what we find
Imagination stimulated, childlike, seeing the wonders in life
Light heartedness, laughing at one’s self!
Everything as it is meant to be, smiling, enjoying, the gift of life


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HALLOWEEN NIGHT

Halloween night of events
Alot of trick or treating
Lots of candy for eating
Love when they come to the door
Opening bags wanting more
Witches, pumpkins or a ghost
Each comparing who got most
Even the parents take part
Not admit their young at heart


Everything Halloween contest
written 10/1/2013


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Blown Kisses

K isses blown across the room
A rms filled with Teddy Bear
R esting secure in mother's love
T rutst and delight are there
E nters the world of slumber
R est, dream sweet dreams dream  

Written, Thursday, June 06, 2013


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Captcha WHA6

When I was only five
Heard mommy always's say
Angel  keep being naughty and you won't make it to
6




Entry for Adam Hapworth's
Captcha Acrostic Contest
G.L. All



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The Other Visitors

Tonight, save me and wife and child from thee
Haunted horror our home assumes to be
Enchanted with evils, souls hell has freed

Oh God, thy neck is tired and hard to hold
Tyra...my wife, and child walk old of cold
Hath they, the dark; homeless, grotesque and bold
Entered at ease our evenings to ahold
Reaping our grand estate as ghosts paroled!

Vanish thy presence, hither not, visitor
Ill souls, why bring forth this inquisitor?
She speaks to me a low and lurring breath
I notice now the fog below my breath...
To be or not to be, I question death!
Oh God, must I travel her telepath?
Reciting how death of sick wife and child
Seduced a rope that my neck so beguiled


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CHILD

Cuddling up close to teddy, 
Happy smile on her face she sleeps
Is she remembering the circus with      
Lions and tigers prancing about, 
Dancing dogs, making her dream complete
 



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Winter Wonderland

When out on the lawn green grass grew everywhere,
I knew in a moment that no snowman was there.
No child in the town would see a white Christmas.
The ice in the rink arrived man-made and fogless.
Excited boisterous children laughed and slip-slid around.
Rip-roarious the winter wonders in a warm southern town.
 
What fantastic fantasies fill malls in Florida winters? 
Opulent brilliance, colorful lights bedecked and blinkers. 
Noble elves work inside at each new on site workshop.
Delightfully watching children gleam with eyes all lit up.
Exceptional imaginations and a warm winter show.
Reality slips into fantasy as cherry faces start to glow.
Love in the air mingles with scents of bayberry.
Adults all around adorning, become merry.
Not one child misses winter in their Florida town.
Dependably on time, Santa always comes around.

© December 24, 2011





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CHILDREN OF TRAGEDY

S lain 
A nonymously
N eighbors
D umbfounded by
Y ?

H ow could he?
O ne more tragedy
O ver 25 bodies
K eep them in your prayer please, children of Tragedy

©Copyright December 16, 2012 by Brian Pierre-Alexander
© All Rights Reserved


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Ma Hide Stress

"But, couldn’t we all just be right? "Ma asks hiding her blind eyes. At the end of the    Looping the elephant tail; she sits with another blind with a man who says,
"I say it's rotten luck all of us being blind! VERY stress inducing!" said the man 
Now hugging a leg. "It's a tree trunk!"" This entity is a snake!" Ma screams. The man done squeezing the trunk yells, "It's a rope!" "No sir" says the blind child atop, I
Say it's an elephant!""Shoosh!Don’t holler at you’re elders." the men say " Mind Ma!"

Debbie Guzzi/ Nickname/Head Mistress
Alternate Title /Ruminations on an Elephant God
Past incarnation below

Could It Be?

“Couldn’t we all just be right?”
 At the hind end of the elephant holding its tail; the first blind man said.
“Rotten luck all of us being blind!” said the blind, seated man hugging a leg.
“Perhaps, this entity is a snake.” Said the skinny blind man squeezing the trunk.
“Every one knows there is only ONE!” screamed the blind child astride.
“Don’t holler at you’re elders.” The turbaned tail wiggler shouted.
“Everyone I know thinks there’s MANY”. Said the blind woman rubbing toenails.
“Unlikely, very unlikely,” they bickered.  “It’s a Snake.” “It’s a Tree”. “It’s a rope!” 
“Maybe we should ask IT.” Said the child, and she laughed till she fell off.


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A Child's Christmas

Curiosity brimming over the edge
Heart that only waits but never demands
Innocence in a glance pure and sweet
Laughter and glee over the simplest gift
Dear and earnest gratifications flow
‘Softly illuminating the wondrous glow

Cheerful in the future prediction
Heart brimming with endless benediction
Rivers of optimism stream and buoyantly flush 
Inner being and outward joy a healthful blush 
Santa Claus prances with excitement and glee
Tree dear tree how verdant is Thee
Manger of presents abundant yet meager
Awesome, accomplishing role of a giver
Swirling and twirling the soft snow falls
Youthful and innocent how it enthralls
1/3/2014


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Mother Baby Father

M aternity the cry goes out
O bviosuly the babes being born no doubt
T rembling with anticipation
H ospital the birth location
E very parent panic torn
R elieved when child is actually born
B ouncing girl or little boy
A bsoulute the parent’s joy
B eaming down a smile so sweet
Y es parenthood can make both complete
F ainted on delivery room floor
A dead weight blocking off the door
T rembling as he comes to see
H is lovely child cute as can be
E xcited in the role he’ll play
R ewarded till his dying day


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Fly Away My Angel

Today....... we have to say goodbye one last time to you,
For us, your children, it has to be the hardest thing we've had to do!
I know you have left this body before us and yet it seems oh too real,
So many people who loved you,"praying for what they must feel."
We knew this day would come but not yet....it's way to soon.
Begging God for his mercy...."please help us by healing you."
The sun is shining like a warm July,
The patriotic flag waving high in the sky!
I can't help but think, maybe he did save you?
What actually went wrong, why did it happen so soon?
Our lives will never be the same, we'll never talk to you or even hear your voice,
As of today or even  tomorrow we will never have that choice.
You have been the teacher of God's word and a child of his grace,
I'm sure the gates of heaven opened up and the Angel's have rejoiced.
But here on earth we are left with the memory and a pain I can't explain,
We cry for no reason, we don't understand what's left to gain?
Car's are lined up around the block, we look back as far as we can see,
Our Mom is so blessed by people she touched and her life a legacy.
Now entering your final place of rest, we're put to the test,
Bishop Jesse begins to say...what a beautiful day she gave us! For God's child to rest.
He say's we are "Celebrating" life of such a great woman of God,
She was a fishermen of men and a teacher of his love,
Her great hope was for all to follow his word.....let us pray,
So many turned their lives over to Jesus on this day.
Amen! She is still bringing people to know him even in his place of rest.
So to you Mom; Fly away my Angel! you are the best!!


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DAMION

written 22nd March 2001


D  is for the delightful child you are
A  is for the angels that light up your way
M  is for the manner you hold inside
I   is for the independent gentleman I've raised
O  is for the overwhelming warmth you bring me
N  is for the loving nature within your heart


    "Mummy's thought's"
So delicate and precious
Touching my palms so sensuous
All you need to remember
Is mummy will be here, for ever and ever
                        with love


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Spoken Silence

BRING BACK OUR GIRLS..........

Bestiality in human faces
Religion in disguised cruelty
Intolerance puts fetters upon morality
Never-ending bloodbath of humanity
Generations trapped in infinite cry for freedom

Brutality finds refuge in gothic arms
Affliction upon innocent souls
Concerned voices in the wilderness
Knell of terror in unison sounds echo

Ode to Sambisa occupies my mind
Under the forest in bondage dreams are
Reality that haunts mankind

Girlhood ruddled by stains of pains in captivity 
Infinite cries, lies, pains, sadness………
Rationale for my anger
Let thy tears their doom spell
Silence already spoken.

© 5.11.2014


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Her Name Is Brittney

Brave hearted, an ambitious soul

Raving beauty, tip of the knoll

Intellectually tops the poll

Thoughtful friend, able to console

Thinker, for deep answers she’ll troll

New adventures in her life stroll

Exceptional, she has big goals 

Yearns for actions that make her whole


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just Lacey

Little angel came to me just before the dawn
A screech she did exhale followed by a yawn:
Charismatic, joyful happy soul shared her life with me
Every single day, month that has gone by: 
Years she shines sunlight in my eye


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MOTHERS DAY

Mother is born when her child arrives
One who has your back without compromise
Tenderly nurtures your needs and your likes
Heartfelt concern when adversity strikes
Each child holds a key to her unselfish heart
Relentless defender right from the start
Steadfast devotion in excess supply

Deserving a day of her own, this is why
A celebration of thanks for her love unsurpassed 
You share the hope of tomorrow and dreams of the past.

Mothers Day contest (Acrostic)
Liz Reilly


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Success born

5th january2012.

Before you read the poem please put together the first alphabet of each line to understand the theme…success personified (acrostic style with rhyme)

Seeds sown at the child’s birth, Understand that to be born in sin, there is no dearth. Cease to reason why the mother her name is always betrayal, Come on we all know her best girl friends are struggle, heartache, disappointment and denial. Ease into the child ears soft strain of lullabies of hardship,sorrow,grief and of people on trial. Sure we are that the father his name is sufferings, his buddies are tragedy and despair, Sweet child of the unholy union can be the one to get the electric chair, ……………………………… But is known as SUCCESS if given tender loving care, Oh its roots are always never too rich, that of multimillionaire. Rise from the crowd below and climb the steps of glory, Now on is the only aim for him so that in his memoir he can write a fine story….


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PAYTEENA

written 22nd March 2001


P  is for your "petite little smile
A  is for your bright "angle eyes
Y  is for all the "yarns you tell
T  is for the little "temper you have
E  is for the "eternal happiness you bring
E  is for the "endless laughter that follows
N  is for the "nagging questions you ask
A  is for your little muck "attitude


                "Mummy's Thoughts"
       You are my petite little angle eyes
         With a story behind every lie
         Giving attitude to everyone
    Except, the one you lovingly call mum

                          with love



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As the Baby Cries

At a
Total

And complete

Loss
Of time,
Sanity, as well as
Sleep!


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My New Years Wish LIst

Homelessness will be outlawed
Americans unemployed will go back to work
Parents will spend more time with their children
Pornography will be removed from the internet
Young Americans will spend less time on social networks

No child will be molested
Every child will know the love of a Parent
World Peace

Young children will all have health insurance
Every American Soldier will come home
Arab nation will denounce Al Qaeda and the Taliban 
Reverence to God will be the Norm




For the Happy New Year Contest.........


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Holiday Tears of Joy

[Giving Birth on Christmas Eve.]

Holy Cow!
Ouch! It's starting . . .
Look out, here it comes.
I'm not due yet.
Don't panic . . .
Allow yourself time to think.
You gotta get up Honey. Put those bikes

Together. We're having Christmas now.
Easy, there's plenty of time.
Anyway, it's only one day early.
Ready?  Let's get the kids up,
Santa's on his way!

Ouch!  Get up kids, it's Christmas!
Find your presents under the tree.

Just what you wanted, right?
Oh, yes . . .
Yes, let's go, you're going to Grandma's.


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PICKY

Picky child I was
before & still am as
I’m writing this
picky, petite poem –

I am different
now…I’ve changed for
the better, though
it was a challenging
chore
Clever and cheery
teenager I am in the
present and past,
getting used to
foods I once didn’t
adore 
Kangaroos hop with
hope happily, tigers
hunt wildly &
sneakily, cats meow
for people food & to
receive a feel-good
rub  (independent,
little &
companion-like),
dogs yap for
attention
(dependent, little &
big buddies), ants
gather & work, flies
hover around a heap
of droppings, debris
& remains/deceased
bodies, hyenas
attack & laugh their
tails off, wolves
get into their
private packs, fish
swim playfully with
the family, gofers
barrel & eat up the
veggies from my
garden, cheetahs run
at full speed,
finches chirp their
childish,
changing-up-the-tune
chants, dutiful 
dolphins go with the
wave’s ascending &
descending flow,
rabbits hop & chew
on carrots
cheerfully, lions
RAWR & laze around
on fields of golden
grace, bears huddle
with cubs & hide in
solitary, dark
caves, enormous
elephants eloquently
walk about on the
African, swaying
savannas & tons of
terrains much like
California in some
sense, lambs graze
in their
field-of-a-maze,
looking eagerly for
their shepherd,
lizards explore,
roaches scatter
around on the
kitchen & bathroom
floor, bedbugs bite
for the sake of
their sick appetite,
etc. ; is there
something new to
learn every night
and day? (The answer
is yes by deh way) I
guess I have to do
some research and
explore some more on
these subjects –
that’s my next
chillaxing, cool
chore!  
Yet, I still go back
to my picky, old,
childlike, yet
innocent habits –
picking foods that I
cherish most and I
implore for more
scrumptious dishes
that I can hardly
ignore & boast about
it more and more
till my mouth
becomes sore! SCORE!
(means SUCCESS!, I
nailed it, or other
definitions behind
it)


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Broken Child

His daddy left, He was so hurt .
Left him behind, For one so young.

Betray and lost, He was so young .
A bond of love, Lost and broken, Left behind.
How he waited, So many times, Left in tears .
Yet still he never appeared. A lost boys silent pain .

Innocent child , So loved, Destroyed by divorcee.
He betrayed his mum, With another one so young.
So hurt , confused, His pain . Anger took his place .

One so young, Out of control, In so much pain .
Inflicting pain, Punching walls, Behind those tears
Another broken child from divorcee .

Hurt and scared, inside broken never forgiven…
A lost love . A true bond . Daddy’s son . His Loss
He never knew . Never cared . Till he saw his own disgrace .

Now its gone . That special bond . No return.
Another broken child from divorcee…


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Triumphant Leaders Part 2

Marcus, as a child heard it all, the oral stories
Ancient in glories quickening his vein. Like blood
Rolling where the Roaring river runs, peonies
Calling up ancestral history in dream and flood
Unfold desires of in streams of African blood
Sentinelling the separate walls few understood

Grand visions comes from simple pains, O Garvey
Answer the call again, for we who forged oneness
Respecting constitution and creed, have tasted sourly
Vast tons of alienation, injustice, and wretchedness
Even Fanon could not describe. We need community
Yearning to build, yearning to rise, unshackled by history.

Malcom took the mantle towards a promise land
Angry and disgruntled using words for magic wand
Leader extraordinaire, do you remember him, Harlem
Clad in the beauty of your power, a black diadem
Overtly demanding that the police freed a wronged son
Master orator, how brief our black comets run

Let him remain an X to slavemasters filthy game
Inspired by greed to dehumanize us shackle shame
To our least Trans-Atlantic memory. But I will trace
True to the Little's pedigree, your father's Jamaican face
Leaving Maroon Town, St James, for this Egypt dark
Eke-ing existence to your soul, O what glory did he spark!

So Stokely, the Kwame Ture who died like a forest leaf
Thundered from your mountain with intellectual grief
Only a child barred from jim crow restroom and restaurants
Kindling racial pride could understand. Your spirit haunts 
Eternally gloried diased ignorants. Starved by segragation
Lunch counters closed like social doors to all the race
You stood up, shouting power to minautor and monsters face.

Angela Davis, O how the pack hounds howled, pursuing you
Natural beauty, legally schooled, and yet an outcast
Granted no justice or reprieve while fearless for an alternative view
Etched upon the soul and suffering from the angry past
Lady, there is no statuesque liberty sweet as you
Leader of a ghetto stand so black men would not die invisible
Excluded by a muted history. This tribute is from all of us over due.