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I'm Sorry

 im sorry ive caused you pain.
i thank you for sticking by me through everything.
and not giving up on me. i dnt no what
i would do if you had given up on me.
Im sorry ive lied to your face and you knew it,
but you still loved me the same as before.
so i thank you.
i dont know if i would be here with you if you had given up on me.
im sorry ive broken your trust over and over,
and you still wanna trust me.
i thank you again.
i dont know wat i would have done if you didnt trust me.
im sorry ive done things behind your back,
even though i promised you i would never do them.
im sure you knw but you never said anything.
i wish you would have. it would have saved us all alot of pain
i thank you for never giving up on me.
i dont no how to tell you how much i love you.
mom i love you sooooooo much you wont ever no how much i love u and thank you for everything

Copyright © jaremy mount Jr

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Rubber Duckie

Rubber duckie you're the one
You're the reason I'm the one
Rubber duckie
You're the one for me

Copyright © Eve Anderson

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I woke watching television news
The jet plane is soaring high note
Operation Sulu is launched forth
Until the intruders to get out
Malaysia always chose to peace
Come and let us all save peace

Philippines is wanting peace
For Sulu Archipelago is its part to ease
Sulu Royal Army chose to enter because of peace
They call homeland in the book pages 
They decide to stay and die never ended
Many see this is not a good choice
But for them this is a pride to hold and take
Come and let us all save peace

For Malaysia also has to protect its state
Its sovereignty whether lives at stake
It has chosen the space to negotiate
And has given the time to withdraw in peace 
But the “intruders” is hard to take the leave
Come and let us all save peace

Many children cried
Much wives shed tears
Every Mothers weep
Their love ones died but with pride
Our prayers to put ahead their faith
Come and let us all save peace

The eyes of the world where are you?
The humanitarian aid you have to do
Don’t you see the lives are here waiting?
The civilians need your helping
Do not wait until the time lapse to nothing
Come and let us all save peace and do something.

Come and let us all save peace
Take part and let us all save peace
Pray and let us all save peace
Where are you peace activists?
Come and let us all save peace
Let us all save peace!

This is the day that Malaysian Forces conducted “Ops Sulu” to drive the group from Sulu that recently entered Tandu’, Lahad Datu, Sabah. 12:41PM, 5th March 2013, Bandar Sandakan, Sabah, Malaysia. 

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Copyright © Neldy Jolo

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Don't make a monkey out of me

Don’t make a Monkey out of me

I didn’t come out of the ocean
I didn’t fly in the air
My family tree has no Monkeys
So don’t you even dare

I’m not a monkey’s uncle
The Bibles very clear
I’m from the Son of God
On this I have no fear

I didn’t crawl on my belly
Laid no eggs in the sand
Divine heavenly creation
Produced this son of man


So don’t make a monkey out of me
We never went swinging on the trees
I never, ever ran on all fours
So don’t make a Monkey out of me

We didn’t come from Aliens
No super powerful race
They didn’t come and see us
From far out in space

The earth was made by Almighty
The angels watched and sang
It wasn’t a sudden combustion
The Idiots call Big Bang

There is no Earthly proof to see
Through out all of the years
The only missing link you’ll find
Is the one between your ears

Copyright © Patrick Lorenz

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If Only

Dark clouds loomed overhead... White flowers lay there on her grave, Raindrops started falling and people scurried, I just stood still and tried to be brave. For the tears they were welling up inside, Like a dam about to give way; My hands were quivering, my lips were dry, The colour from my face was drained. I walked up to the mound of wreaths, A single tear rolled down my cheek. I set myself down on one knee... The dam burst, I began to weep. If only I had told her how much I loved her! If only I hadn’t fought with her every day! I just wanted to tell her I was sorry... I just wanted to make it all okay. She had worked so hard to keep me happy, She used to toil all day When I was hurting she would smile and kiss me, And make the pain go away. When there was no money for me to go to college, She had sold her car and paid the fees; When I failed in my exams and had given up hope, She had helped me get back on my feet. All my life she was the one person Who believed in me when no one else did; I don’t know why I used to fight with her, If only I hadn't screamed and shouted. All these years she faced such hardships, Just to make sure I had everything I wanted, Yet instead of being grateful to my mother, All I had shown her was anger and hatred. Now I knelt on a dark cold rainy day, Struggling to find words to say... If only I could tell her I was sorry If only I could make it all okay.

Copyright © Samuel John

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mother and son

Pride, Joy, unconditional love, football, hockey, baseball games, these are a few things that went through my head, when I realized I was having a son.

Watching my tummy grow, feeling you do flips, kicking me endlessly in my ribs, my goodness, I guess I shouldn't have eaten that spicy food after all but mom has to eat.

Hearing your heartbeat the first time brought tears to my eyes,  knowing you were healthy, was all I needed to know. Finally on July 28th of 98, I got to meet you, my newborn son. Surprised by your big blue eyes, you were a beautiful sight. I had to catch my breath, when I found out your birth weight, all ten pounds, nine ounces and 22,inches long, My God what did I eat?

The first one to hold you was your proud dad, he had love in his eyes, his life in his arms, He helped give you your very first bath. An instant connection he felt, forever it will last.

My bond between a mother and son is like nothing else,  my favorite time was when I was feeding you, with you feeding off my breast. My precious son Joshua, a young manyou are becoming, forever you have my heart.

Copyright © Jennifer Donnay

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Magical School

When I enrolled in magical school
Ma said good luck
Dad called me a fool

He always thought with my IQ
I’d fix people up,
Not saw them in two.

But I had a vision
And my self esteem
Hung on the balance
Of this simple dream

So I packed my bag
Gave Ma a hug
Reached out to pop
Who said with a shrug

Watch each one of your steps
Cause each one of them matters
When you walk without looking
You’re sure to splatter
So take my advice
It may save your life
You can’t step twice
On thin ice.

I’ll show that man who I can be
With a B.A.
In alchemy

I have no doubt that he’ll be glad
Because my plan
Was ironclad

I bought all my books
Most second hand
I was so ready
To beat the band

But where was my room
Did it disappear?
I’m such a buffoon
Then dad’s words appeared.

If you can’t find your way
Don’t lose your nerve
It’s all a small part
Of the learning curve
So take my advice
It may save your life
Rolling the dice
Is a vice

I tried running down the empty halls
But all the doors
Turned into walls

I shouted a chant, before weeping
To get me sleeping

I dreamed about A’s
The prodigal son
The star of my class
Magic 101

But soon my visions
Became nightmares
I woke and screamed
And if pop was there

He’d say, when in a jam
Take an afternoon nap
Cause a grumpy head
Ain’t worth a crap
So take my advice
It may save your life
To make nice
Sleep twice

At last, I made it to classes
But that first day
I lost my glasses

Teacher assumed I was a jerk
Rewarding me
A week of homework

Then my trick cards turned red
The hare’s sick in bed
The bouquet looked dead
So I called home, and said,

“I’m failing Hocus Pocus
Gotta D in smoke in mirrors
It’s so hard to focus
When all I make is errors

Then dad said with much calm
First give yourself a hand
Before counting on others
And soon you’ll understand
So take my advice
It may save your life
Give yourself a high-five
To survive

So I practiced day and night
‘Till each ‘Abra’
Came out right

And my Presto-Digi-ture
Was more than

Then all those D’s
Turned into A’s
Without tricks
I was amazed

Hard work after all
Was a giant step for me
But with dad’s advice
I learned the mystery

Each day is irreplaceable
And comes with a caveat
If you waste its offerings
You deserve just what you get
So take my advice
It may save your life
Being wise
Is the prize

Copyright © David Fisher

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Blue Without You On CD

Girl, what am I gonna do about you?
My heart is breaking in two...without you...
I've cried a million tears...just wishing you were here...
now what am I gonna do about you?

Babe, my dreams have all turned blue without you...
I can't sleep the whole night through...without you..
I toss and turn all night...trying to make a wrong go right...
now what am I gonna do about you..?

Girl, I don't want no one but you...I love you...
Now my life is half of two...without you...
You're the apple of my broken hearts reason why...
now what am I gonna do without you?

Babe, my whole world has lost its view...without you..
now what am I gonna do about you?
I can't even start anew....I just keep on missing you...
now what am I gonna do about you?

Girl, I can't sleep the whole night through...without you...
my dreams have all turned blue...without you....
my life has turned into...a world so
now what am I gonna do about you?

Babe, I don't want no one but you...I love you...
my life has turned so blue...without you...
I've cried a million tears...just wishing you were here...
now what am I gonna do about you?
now what am I gonna do without you..
now what am I gonna do without you..?

Copyright © Lawrence Ingle

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I Miss You

I know how lost and lonely
Your  world was for a while
Your eyes so sad and empty
Your face without a smile

Your world so out of focus
Set you walking the wrong street
And always I’d be there
To wipe the tears of each defeat

But never did I give up hope
I always knew we’d win
I knew with me beside you
Once again your soul would sing

For you were still the son I loved
Who’d brought me so much joy
You were still a part of me
You were still my boy

And with your strength and dignity
You washed away the pain
Rebuilding all your hopes and dreams
You learned to smile again

And with that smile upon your face
And new found peace of mind
With fun and laughter in your heart
You left this world behind

I feel an endless ache inside
I feel so incomplete
For losing you it means
I've lost the biggest part of me

Forever I will miss the laughs
Our talks, your smiling face
Forever I will miss the son
I never can replace

It’s hard to let you go
Because we never said goodbye
Now you’re an Angel in God’s Heaven
High above the sky

But sometimes when I'm all alone
And feel all hope is gone
I seem to hear you whisper
"Mum just smile, and carry on"

By Raina Hutchins

Copyright © Raina Hutchins

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God's Own Son

As Mary rocks her baby boy
She's filled with sadness, filled with joy.
She looks upon that tiny face
And sees hope in every race.

Her heart is filled with a mothers glow
And she never wants to let him go.
She'll see him run around and laugh and play
And longs to keep him safe each day.

His life won't be an easy one,
His destiny hard, as God's own Son.

Mary sees the miracles he will perform,
The lepers healed and free from scorn.
The lame will walk, the blind will see.
She sees his love will set us free.

And she sees him on a cross.
She feels his pain and feels our loss.
She knows his life must come to this.
She sheds a tear and gives a kiss.

His life won't be and easy one,
His destiny hard, as God's own Son.

So as Christmastime draws near
And we are all so "busy" here,
With shopping, baking, trees of green
Let's ask, what does this really mean?

Let's take a moment from the fuss,
And think of all their gifts to us:
A mother's love, a baby boy,
Peace and comfort, love and joy.

For he was horn for everyone,
His destiny hard, as God's own Son.

Copyright © Bryanna Williams

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This note

Men sweat for sweet
lose not the heat
Keep your head in the beat
Life is not milk from a tit
That you suck with smiles
Engage your brain to go long miles.

In world we wander
Be not a mediocre
Aim beyond the sky
For you die
Time is short
Waste it not.

When of age
Tame your rage
Keep in check your ego
Know people
Sober might mean madness
Be harmless.

To greatness
when you get this note
I might be here not
Read between the lines
will lead you to mines

when you find love
Open your eyes all you have
Trust IF its worth it
Son this note heed it.
when it's your turn to live.

Copyright © Griffins Ndhine

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BALLAD OF THE BAD BOY In MONTANA dedicated to my grandmothers twin sister

Some songs
Are of saddest times
The skies of darkest days
Some words
Bring such discontent
There are no gentle ways
To tell the tale
Without the tears
That tear the heart in two
But I will share
This saddest tale
Of hearts both black and true

There was a widow 
With a son
He was a spunky lad
And when she found 
Another man
The boy turned
Mean and sad.

The maid who cleaned the widow’s house
Saw the what was going on.
How each day the battle raged 
As soon as she was gone.

The man took off
His silver belt
And like a man insane
He beat the boy, he cursed at him 
And called him filthy names.

The mother’s love had maddened him
 He hounded the poor child
Jealousy had filled his head
By hate his heart defiled.

He loved the widow, now his wife
Her son was in the way.
He sent the boy away to school
On that their wedding day.

The boy wrote home--
He hated school
They beat him there and worse
They starved the boy
To punish him
For writing silly verse.

The boy wrote home to plead his case
He promised to be good.
He begged to be at home again
He’d even chop the wood!
At the widow’s urging
The man re-read the letter
'He must come home'--his sweetheart cried--
'He's promised to be better.'

The man sent off the widow 
Quick to get her son
She left him on the next train
Before the day’d begun.

The day was hot, the winds were bad
The clouds, they shouted rain
The neighbors said that angels wept
As they hailed the train

The man stopped by to get the mail
Without his widow’d  wife
Another letter from the school
How tiresome was his life!

He put the letter in his bag
And headed his way home
When bedtime came he got it out
He liked to read alone.

'Your son is dead,' the letter said,
The hand was from a man
the school was starving naughty boys
the lawmen had a plan.

The school would close, the boys all leave
But one boy would remain.
The dead boy would be with his ma
When she returned by train.

The man who loved the widow
And took her for his wife
Hanged himself before the dawn
And took his own dear life.

The widow and her son
Returned through beating rains
She walked into that darkened house
And blew apart her brains.

Copyright © Victoria Anderson-Throop

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Coming from the misty lake Lough Leane
Came a beautiful maiden of the name of Niamh
Upon a mare, for she is not from the world of man
A seraphic princess from Anwnn
Upon the shores she claimed around his kin
"I have came for Oisin son of Finn"
"Maiden you come to me so alluringly 
I am he, if we marry for all eternity!"

And so he rode upon her horse to the secrets of Anwnn
For he and she, they'd be happy for all eternity 

Come with me to Anwnn
I am she, your queen Niamh
I have come for you Oisin, son of Finn
Don't leave me or you'll see 
The age of man
The age of man
The age of man

Copyright © Wyatt Loethen

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How is it Possible?

How is it Possible?

How is it possible that one can be a pluralist and still be true to the savior?
I am the way the truth and the life, he said!
Not confession or even faith, but I AM THE WAY!
And in him was life and the life was the light of men!
He is the light of the Bodhisattva!
He is the light of Buddha!
He is the light of Allah!
He is the light of Siva!
He is the wisdom of agnostic intellectuals!
He is the fury of feminist revolution!
He is the joy of liberation!
He is the burning beat of rhythm in the streets!
No man has seen God, but the SON OF MAN HATH PROCLAIMED HER!!
From the Jews who he chose!
To his humility to learn of the suffering of men!
To his exaltation!
The burning fire of love that transforms all things!
And so you ask, who shall not make it?
Some may see hell, but they will not stay there!
For God rains on the Just and the Unjust!
For God will have mercy on who she will have mercy!
And so, in the end, All shall be reconciled!
He is  the wisdom of the Vedas,
He is the weak and strong force that holds all things together!
And enabled Teilhard de Chardin to speak truth to power!
He is the light of Ghandi’s nonviolence!
He is the strength of Mary’s courage!
He is the love of mother God!
Dancing in Trinitarian Jazz, 
With the spirit that he wields and who wields him!
God of the Chosen!
God of Hagar’s son!
God of the East!
Lord of the Magi!
And King Supreme!
Though meek and Lowly,
He is unafraid of our exploration!
He is unafraid of the beauty of men laying with men, and women laying with women!
For he is love incarnate!
And he shall birth new Deborah’s and New Joshuas
To change the face of Arrakis,
For he is the Quizazk Zaterack,
He is the communion of the saints and the power of the ancestors!
And in him, he has reconciled male and female,
Black and White,
He is unafraid of justice,
And with justice he wields punishment on corporate monopolies and white supremacy!
He is unafraid!
Risen, Strong, True, Just, but Merciful.
And so in the end, all shall know the beauty of God eternal.
For we shall see Angels ascending and descending on the son of man.

Copyright © Woodrow Lucas

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I see your empty bed right down the hall 
The telephone lays on the floor 
Graffitti on the wall 
The stereo is quiet and the TV is turned off 
The silence of your spirit here 
Has drawn me here once more 
I'm paralyzed just staring at 
This ghost of memories. My tears are so 
insistent, they keep pouring out of me 
I pull myself together and wipe my eyes once 
more. Pick up another blunt 
Next to your shirt still on the floor 
I throw it in the trash can overflowing up the wall 
Those little things that bothered me 
Now taken by the law 
They sentenced you to just one year 
Of structure in your life 
The kind of love I failed to give 
And now you pay the price.

Copyright © karen feist

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Case Dismissed

In all my years I've never been 
So sad to see the likes of him 
My little boy, now 6 feet tall 
Smokes pot and drinks 
And that ain't all... 
His anger lurks and waits for me 
To raise my voice, to set it free. 
I beg and plead 
Please stop please think... 
A broken glass lands in the sink. 
The front door slams, he's gone again. 
Tonight I'll drive til dawn and then 
I'll pray and cry for his return 
Go back to bed, no lesson learned. 
Extorted cash, no money earned. 
His life is going down the drain 
My guilt enables endless pain. 
We go to court just like before 
The "L A Lawyer" gets one more. 
Case dismissed. 

© 2001 Karen Feist

Copyright © karen feist

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On the outer Paroo where most septics are few 
And the outhouse has still pride of place; 
Poor old Toby McPhee worked a small property 
With his son and his darling wife Grace. 
When the milking was due and the harvesting too, 
His son Fred seemed to just disappear. 
Though they looked everywhere this bewildered old pair 
Found no trace of their poor little dear. 
I've the paddock to plough and I need the boy now 
As the horses are harnessed and ready. 
Then he saw the smoke rise and to Toby's surprise; 
'Twas the outhouse that hid his young Freddy. 
"So the silly young bloke seems to fancy a smoke. 
Well I've just the right cure then for him." 
As he led the horse team Toby's eyes gave a gleam 
And the lazy lad’s future looked dim. 
He then hooked the team to the log skids on the loo, 
While the slack was worked out of the chain. 
With the reins in his hand he then gave the command 
And both horses then took up the strain. 
Poor young Fred he was perched on the seat when it lurched, 
Though soon ended up down on the floor. 
With Fred's pants 'round his knees Toby heard his wild pleas, 
But he goaded his horses some more. 
The lad's fag hit the pan and a fire soon began 
With the paper and sawdust alight. 
Then the skids hit a hollow and what was to follow 
Was one hell of a horrible sight. That pan flew in the air and though Fred crouched in 
All the angels they must have been out. 
For the team in a trot had sent airborne the lot 
And the contents were scattered about. 
Toby's lungs out of air he then reined in the pair 
And the curing had come to a close. 
Fred emerged from the door looking terribly sore, 
While the pong was quite strong on the nose. 
When there's work now to do on the outer Paroo 
Our young Fred McPhee's work is  hectic. 
For he saves all his dough, but it's not for smokes though, 
As their place is now going septic. 

Copyright © Merv Webster

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A Quaker preacher had a son
Who loved the banker's child
Impertinence and religious talk
Made the banker wild

Tenacious Hayes still loved Elaine
Politely asked her hand
Her father said that he’d agree
If Hayes could buy some land.

Determined Hayes planned
To earn his stake
He traveled night and day
Until he found a growing town--- 
Seemed a likely place to stay.

He worked his mule team---
       train to train
Delivered tons of goods
And every week he told Elaine
He'd love her all he could.

Once each month he mailed the pack
He sealed each precious letter.
When they arrived, she saved them all
Delighted times seemed better

And suddenly two years had passed
Clinked the last coin in the box
He whistled as he hitched his mules
Ignored the hours of mud and rocks.

Just at dawn he jumped the curb 
Black wreathes were on her door
He knocked ---and found his fair Elaine
Was on this earth no more

Without a word, he headed home
His brother was in the field
But he knew there were no words to say--
This pain could never heal

In his mind he saw her face.
Grabbed a rifle from the shelf
He shot his pair of finest mules
And then he shot himself

Copyright © Victoria Anderson-Throop

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Song of Spring

Song of Spring

Rejuvenate! It’s time of spring,
creation’s sweet rebirth.
And now we need not feel the cling
of gloom upon this earth.

It’s time for thankfulness. Rejoice;
in flowered meadows dance!
Praise God and lift a happy voice
with fellow celebrants.

Refresh yourself. Dip hands and toes
into a rushing rill.
Feel sun on skin as water flows,
and let your soul refill!

A time of reverence too. Recall
how Jesus paid the price
and gave his life to save us all,
the greatest sacrifice.

Reflect!  Behold the blossomed trees.
Inhale the fragrance of
the lilac’s sprigs; hear drone of bees,
and ponder Christ’s great love.

A time to start anew. Revive!
Along each mountain slope,
the earth bathed green has come alive
with beauty, life, and hope.

for ten hour/ten day hymn/song contest by Deb

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich

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the second

 the half drawn eyelid son grew weary
 under his lamp. 

 slumping next to the shade that drew
 his voice to a sigh.

 slight the long shadow and grieve a mother.

the less saught after second born 
son of abraham.

 slaughterhouse drunk son of a b
 dont turn to fast now or you might spin him.

 slow the hours of the day.

slower still now the second glance.

the frail hand on the wall permits a 
little stillness if only for a moment.


Copyright © nathan martin

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To you A whole

I can’t say it yet, but I will
When I can effect you and instill 

My mind and emotions you destroy
Like a soul you own. Like a toy

One day I will defeat you!
Punch, kick, and beat you

The bruises and cuts sting right now
I want to get you away, but how?

All I hear from you is pain and torment
It is a waiting game for the one single moment

Learning hate and dismissal with indifferent tones
While I sit in a bed weak and alone

Brings me to my resolve and what I must do
Get ride of the demon and ass whole in you

My days of suffering come to an end
When I make that phone call and bring you in

Relief in the eyes of my mom and brothers a real
We made it through this whole ordeal

Most of all I except the role you failed and didn’t deserve
Bread winner in a house that can finally be heard!

Copyright © David Welch

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My First Son

You just came into this world cold and bleak of your father/ 
But you made my life mean even more ever since your sister my baby daughter/ 
You make life upon soul as a man out in the desert that needs water/ 
I'm a full-time daddy now so there is no room for my mistekes to let me faulter/
I know I ain't the best daddy in the world son but I will do my best 
I know alcohol can bring me down but son you just being born makes me want out this mess/
 I want something better for you than me when you are ready to leave daddy's little nest/
 I sometimes just sit here and watch your sweet little stomach go up and down with every breath/
You are so innocent and I am so guilty of being a sinner/ 
I'm working on being a saint but how can I when all I do is let alchol be my only winner/
 My addiction gets thicker as my liver and kidney's continue to get thinner/ 
I just want to be able to support you son with clothing, a home and an every night dinner/
I love you son, I really do/ 
So I must help myself past these self-made lies and do what is right and true/ 
I'm still an alcoholic and addict in a crazy rez life game where I always seem to lose/
 But with your birth I can start anew/ 
I got big time father responsibilities now to where it will forever affect the choices that I choose/
You my first and only son/ 
As of now your my only one/ 
I look forward to our times of hardship and the times when we have fun/ 
I was at a slow walking pace but because of your birth it got my mind on the run/
 In LOVE you NOW and FOREVER because your My First Son. 

Copyright © Travis Lone Hill

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Young Soldier

I was a boy not quit seventeen,
I enlisted when I was sixteen…

Wanting to serve my country…

I had no family it was just 
my sister and me…

My mother had died, when
 I was very young, new family
 adopted me…

My sister was also adopted,
 by another family…

As you can see, it was just
 my sister and me…

It wasn’t long before my adopted
 family, first my new father died 
then my new mother, followed him…

She missed him so much, for
 she had a broken heart,
 that wouldn’t mend …

I went to war as a little boy,
 came home a man…

As you see I was just sixteen…

The time was at “Chaute Thierry”,
doing world war one…

As a young man I thought we won… 

Standing behind a cannon as 
it was fired, shell casing discharging 
from the breach, sent hot shrapnel 
and pain into my foot… 

Sent me to hospital where I
 laid in pain, until they treated me, 
sent me home, with crippled foot, 
shrapnel of imbedded in my foot, 
as well as the pain in my foot…

I’ve never been able NOT to work,
 even though I have shrapnel
 in my foot, walk with a limp, and 
have pain in my foot everyday…

Now you can see, that it didn’t
keep me from work…

Though I was wounded during
 war, no purple heart was given
 this boy a young soldier…

Wasn’t until my son wrote our
 Congressman, explaining what had
 happen, and what hadn’t been done…

Took over fifty years, but I got my
 purple heart, thanks to my son for 
what he done…

I would have gone to my grave,
 for I wouldn’t have said anything,
 as I hadn’t for years, for I thought it
 was their job, to recognize what I
 had done…

My family was proud, of what I’d
done, but I feel, that they were more 
proud of me now…

Only told my story a few times,
 mostly to a few close friends, and my
 children, for it was part of history…

Now you know my story, the young 
soldier, just boy…

By Sandra L. Hoban

This poem was written and dedicated to my father who served as an infantry soldier during World War I. This is also dedicated to all those who have served our country and was wounded or lost there life while serving, not just World War I but all wars, conflicts and military police actions.

Copyright © Sandra Hoban

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A Brothers Dispair

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>A mothers son was taken away,
                               To live with Grand Parents not that far away.
                               Im sure it must have been a hard thing to do,
                               To know you have a son that cant live with you.

                                Im not to sure i could be that strong,
                                To go through life and not reclaiming your son.
                                I know the reasons must have been hard to undestand,
                                By this young man, trying to comprehand.

                               As one of his brothers, it took me twenty_four years,
                               To know we were related, to try and understand his fears
                               That he must have went through every day as a child.
                               Not known his parents, not hearing thier call.

                               But through all of this, he has grown up proud and strong,
                               Never once condeming, but excepted what went wrong.
                               To me that shows character,thats above and beyond,
                               I know in my moms heart, she had reclaimed her son.

                               For it was in tear filled eyes she told me one day,
                               George is your brother, but she could never say.
                               She told me she loved him in a very special way,
                               And that she was sorry it took so long for this day.

Copyright © Alan Fitz

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Where were you - 1

Where Were You?

The most powerful kingdom on earth, 
With Kings who rule for four years,
Christians they were since their birth,
Yet they don’t know their greatest fears,

Lies in fallow months after elections,
Three months doubled for each term,
Meant three and half year selections,
Was all the rulers could hold firm,

Their power diminished in these times,
Meant that they were in absolute power,
For the age of Revelation’s in signs,
Three and a half years in their towers,

Now we have a King who’s first reign,
Is almost complete and he needs our votes,
To put this King back in power again,
And he will win as written so very long ago,

The son of a jackal who let herself be led,
And her son now fulfills the prophecies,
Which appear in the good book easily read,
With every step he takes here and over seas,

So be afraid my Christian Sisters and Brothers,
For should he win this second run for President,
The sacred Words of John the Revelator,
Will come true; Our future is now being set,

And should you think times are bad now,
Just you wait until the next few years,
The whore of Babylon removes her cowl,
Revealing to Christians their darkest fears,

All power in the world will then shift,
To a one world order with dark intent,
He’s been appointed as the Security chief,
And to this body all power will be sent,

Cont.. Where were you - 2

Copyright © My Gull Wheels On

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As the dreary night slowly vanishes,
taking along the weary stars,
but the wakeful moon decides to stay...
I awaken with the new sunrise
admiring the glimmering sea
with colors resembling diamonds!

I breathlessly wonder
why God has created it
with a painter's hand,
and giving us that joy...
a devine joy as a reminder: 
that all He has made is entirely His;
and in the same manner
we care for our bodies 
with much preoccupation,
we must take care of all creation,
so that our children 
can enjoy it indefinitely!

Among fields of jacandra and dandelions swaying,
I awaken with the new sunrise in sheer delight...
to face life as it was when nobody was there;
and we can imagine the thought running
through God's mind to put a human being there:
to watch and control the beautiful earth!

I awaken with the new sunrise,
to discover a small bird soaring...
going further and further up until
he has picked up the speed of an eagle;
I awaken with the new sunrise...rejoicing, 
opening up my spirit to a song of praise!

If I'm still living, I owe it to my Lord,
and there aren't days I don't proclaim His  word...
when I awaken with the new sunrise,
and I gladly watch the golden sun radiantly rise!

Copyright © Andrew Crisci

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A Travelers Tale

It’s been so long
Since I’ve been home
Many a year
I’ve been on the roam
As the years turned to days
Days turned to years
Time is an hourglass
Showing ones deepest fears
As I sit here
In this barroom 
Smoking a cigarette
Leave I must soon
Following that, I must check out
Of the mediocre hotel room
Though my mind clearly sees
Visions of joy from the past
This hotel bill
Will surely by the last
Always ladies
Night keep me warm
Even through the most
Furious storms
Make my way
Home once at last
Not yet young son
This old man’s not done
Please don’t leave this bar
For this story hasn’t ended
Oh no thus far
All my life I have desired
Some sort of reckoning
For my sins
Now I’ve finally realized
I must go see my kin
And a new life I may
Finally begin
But son please listen
Realize you shall
As you grow old
Happiness not be bought
With any amount of gold
Happiness lies
Within your very heart
You alone
Hopefully shall start
Having your very own dreams
Even though they may seem
Unachievable, son
 You’ve just got to believe
For without dreams of your own
You shall bitterly become
Full of hatred and greed
Dreams are not money
They are actions you make
Dreams do not happen
When you are asleep
They come to you
When you’re beginning on your feet
But you must be careful
For come people are amused by
Actions of deceit
For one who uses trickery
Are not as lucky as you
They are to ashamed of themselves
And their life is hell
They are weak
You are strong
Envy they of you
And in society they just don’t belong
Don’t think I have sided
With the pitiful and weak
On their behalf
I only speak
Oh, son, I have seen
More than any old king
I’m even friends
With Mr. BB king
But never have I
Been so satisfied
Than when I told this story
And you looked me in the eye
Not many have been
All the places I’ve seen
This all was my very
Very first dream
I must be going now
But before I do
Bartender, 2 shots of José
We must make a mighty salute
For on your future young son
We must drink

Copyright © Michael Harris

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if every urinal spoke of sense;

if every urinal spoke of sense;
hark-shot nomadic whispers… 
deflationary aspirations… 
palatine teacups and conjunctive juntas…
would you forgo the inevitable...? 

Copyright © William Ward

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LIttle Son

Atisa Nicholas
Little son

my hands were too short to reach out far
legs summarised to throw long strides
eyes too small to see wide
with a pure heart to bare sins
then I grew;
have you sitted on my laps
straightening you in a clear path
to leave you a man on this earth
you remember,
what I said at your birth
'you will be great among the great'
I meant it never despaired
you my only, one I inspired
a sunny day to you I aspired
its time!-it hasn't expired
this big world is yours,
me I'll soon be retired
do always good, never get tired
you are a Christian not a triad
pray to GOD to show you his gold
all belong to him am told
get good friends and a better future mould
fight,fight! always fight like a lion bold
now, tomorrow till you are old
then in all corners you'll have your legacy sold son my son my son...
do as I said and my little son,
you'll shine like that huge sun

By King Sayuni Nicholas .A

Copyright © Atisa Nicholas Sayuni

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Immanuel, God With Us

Conceived by the Holy Spirit,
To a virgin He was born;
Worshipped by Magi from the East;
With costly gifts adorned.
He was born in the little town of 
Just as was prophesied.
A baby sent from heaven—
God’s salvation plan espied.

The baby was called Jesus,
Just as the angel had instructed;
The one and only Son of God;
His child, He protected.
King Herod tried to kill him,
But failed to find heaven’s child.
Although he murdered many children,
Christ remained unprofiled.

With the gifts the wise men gave to Jesus,
His parents fled to Egypt for safety.
God provided protection for His Son 
In a far-off pagan country.
God’s gift of a Savior
To save us from our sins;
The greatest love gift of all time;
When His redemption plan begins.

We celebrate this special birth;
The one and only of its kind.
Christmas we call the season—
Celebrated with Immanuel in mind!
It’s great cause for celebration
For He gave us the hope of heaven;
Great peace and joy,
Into our lives forever woven!

Let’s sing our praises to Immanuel—
Our priest and intercessor on high.
Let’s celebrate His birth in Bethlehem
And His resurrection upon which we rely.
Without this miraculous birth,
We’d not know the extent of God’s 
great love;
Not realize how much He cares; 
Longs for our eternity above.

By Maureen LeFanue