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The old man sat with eyes closed, dozing in his chair
Until a little voice he heard say “Grandpa, are you there”.

He gazed upon a little boy while waking from his nap
Then reached down with a sweeping move and placed him in his lap

The child was carrying a book that he wanted him to see
He held it up and  asked him “Grandpa, will you read to me”?

The old man cleaned his glasses then opened up the book
And suddenly the two of them a wonderous journey took

They ventured lands so far away, sailed seas not sailed before
Met knights and kings and wizards on every distant shore.

Together they fought dragons, saved damsels in distress
Freeing lands of monsters and the treasures they possess

When the old man closed the cover to end their magic ride
He told the boy “We're much like books, what's important is inside”.

But one day when the boy arrived and rushed to Grandpas chair
Much to his disappointment, his Grandpa was not there

He ran to find his mother for surely she would know
Why the chair was empty, where did his Grandpa go

She sat him down and asked him if he remembered in each book
The adventures and the journeys that he and Grandpa took

He took you there to show you the things that you can find
The wonders that are yours to see if you open up your mind.

But he still walks beside you in the stories you have read
You're not left to go alone, he’s just gone on ahead

The child then went and chose a book and climbed up in the chair
And opening up the cover whispered “Grandpa, are you there”?

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Footprints to Follow

Father’s bare feet left footprints in the sand
Young son followed, each step carefully planned

Tim wanted so much to be like his Dad
Always emulating, quite a sweet lad

So as you leave impressions on life’s shore
Remember your path will not be ignored

Tread gently, leave prints that make your kids proud
Step far away from the perilous crowd

Stop at times, build sandcastles, pick up shells
Memories can’t be erased by sea swells

Imprints on children’s hearts last forever
Keep this in mind through every endeavor

A child may be following your footsteps
Always make your marks with loving precepts

*Entry for Francine's "Barefoot" contest

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She Calls Me Home

She Calls Me Home…

At days long end
Left on troubles shore
When I just know
I can't take anymore
When the last light
Of hope is gone

She calls me home
She calls me home

When my thoughts
Are racing round
And I can't find
A friend in this town
When every door
Has turned out wrong

She calls me home
She calls me home

She calls me home
To her embrace
Wipes the tears
From my tortured face

Calms my soul
Til the demons are gone
And with her sweet voice
She calls me home

When the dark
Won't give up light
When the wrong
Outscores the right
When the noise
Outdoes the song

She calls me home
She calls me home

When the clouds
Won't seem to break
And the sky
Just seems to ache
And the sun's
Completely gone

She calls me home
She calls me home

She calls me home
To her embrace
Wipes the tears
From my tortured face

Calms my soul
Til the demons are gone
And with her sweet voice
She calls me home

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Kiddie's Corner

Good morning, good morning, girls and boys
I hope you brought your Disney toys

Gather round in a circle close
Lets sing about the ones we love the most

Mickey, Mickey, your so cute and small
We love you the best of all

Donald Duck with his ducklings three
Dressed the same are his family

     Children, children wave your hands
     Close you eyes we're in Disney Land

Pluto, Pluto your silly and daft
You sure do make us laugh

It's time to count, lets have some fun
The Seven Dwarfs, seven back to one

     Children, children wave your hands
     Close you eyes we're in Disney Land

Dumbo flaps his ears and flies
Pinocchio's nose grows telling silly lies

Let all skip to Wonderland
Holding Alice's hands, going hand in hand

     Children, children wave your hands
     Close you eyes we're in Disney Land

     Children, children wave your hands
     Close you eyes we're in Disney Land

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What do you think of me now

       What do you
think of me now?

I hear you say what
a brat I am and how
I made you do it
the hits, the hurts,
the names you called
me-well, I lived
through it
When you came into
my room at night I
prayed I would
 but things have
changed a lot since
then, here’s
something you should

I carried my
troubles in a shirt
pocket that covered
my heart for years 
but now I share all
of my burdens to
alleviate my fears
I spent my life
feeling full of
shame but now I know
the truth
And your words that
used to sting so
quick are quite
suddenly mute 

I see with more than
eyes today and hear
with more than ears
I’ve learned that
bravery can be heard
in soft cries and
falling tears
I don’t pretend to
not need anyone
anymore, today I
know that I do 
I still struggle
with asking others
for help, my silence
I learned from you

I know I’m not those
names you called me,
I’m kind and funny
and smart
 A sweet little
girl, a beautiful
woman- with a
convalescing heart
I’m curiously
optimistic about the
life I choose to
You see I’m no
longer tortured by
revenge or aching

I dream as if dreams
aren’t silly at all
and hope to make a
I won’t let anyone
tell me who I am
anymore, so I offer
you my forgiveness
I don’t know where
you ended up or if
you found your way
but if you hear me
read this poem I’d
like to hear you say
-what do you think
of me now.

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A Child's View of Death

A Child’s View of Death

People say now that Grandpa was thin
But he had plump cheeks; cancer had set in 

Each Sunday penny candy in my hand he’d place
And with rugged hands he’d embrace my face

To an impetuous toddler, his cigars smelled foul
But I don’t remember him ever sporting a scowl

On the way to mass my hand he’d squeeze
And no one ever mentioned his disease

But I’ll not forget the way mama cried
When she hugged me and said Grandpa had died

Though yellow tulips bloomed outside
I entered that parlor where emotions ran high

Grandpa looked peaceful, like he was asleep
I walked softly toward him, not making a peep

Where was that smile I’d come to expect
Not one movement could I detect

It can cause harm taking preschoolers to funerals
Death viewings can be the most frightening rituals

Fear lingered for months as I dreamt of him
Lying in a coffin, his skin cold and face grim

Children should remember those who have passed
Alive and happy, the way they’d seen them last

A fear of death plagued me for many years
I couldn’t accept that good people disappear

From our lives, to be buried in the ground
In thoughts of this loss, my spirits drowned

It wasn’t till later I realized the eternal life of souls
And that in both forms of life, we each have our roles

Be sure to tell little ones of God’s special home
And how our deceased loved ones sit by His throne

In coming to terms with this revelation
I learned to see death as a new life’s creation

*For Lay's "Darkest Childhood Memory" Challenge

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Dutch Hill Park

I took a walk down Columbia Street
Back to the place where we used to meet
Where we played as kids until after dark
And hung out together up at Dutch Hill Park
Although alone, I could hear the sound
Of laughter coming from the merry go round
Sometimes we'd meet there in the early dawn
The dance hall, pavilion and the swings are gone
I saw those pine trees and I thought of you
And all the crazy things we used to do
Like sleeping out underneath the stars
Hanging upside down from the monkey bars
A swing made from  a rope and an old tire
We baked potatoes on an open fire
Squirrel nut zippers and an RC coke
Transistor radio and we'd have a smoke
We walked in the woods and we climbed some trees
We scratched our faces and we skinned our knees
Never dreaming that it would ever end
If I could, I'd do it all again my friend
Those memories I have will never part
I carry Dutch Hill Park inside my heart
And all those memories of yesteryear
Heading back home now I shed a tear.

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Paper Dreams

I built a paper sail boat to take me out to see;
What lies beyond the setting sun in lands across the sea.

The boats a smaller replica of the big one that I'll make,
to hold all of my fantasies and a dozen chocolate cakes.

I chose my hamster, Freddy, as the captain, but I think...
He's overly excited or had too much to drink..

Either way - he's off, oh, look at Fred, he's having so much fun.
"Good bye my friend, I'll see you when we meet the setting sun".

But, as I wave my last farewell , my smile turns to a frown,
As I watch poor Fred, bailing water, as his mighty ship goes down.

So, heed my tale adventures, please heed what I just wrote,
Don't sail away on paper dreams 'cause paper dreams don't float.

Keep your feet on solid ground and if you you choose to sail,
Remember Fred, I fear he's dead, 'cause he forgot the pail.

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There was a time

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

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

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

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

  N  Windle.   MMXI.

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The Blessings of Grandfathers Beautiful Lies

Impressionable young hearts do tell the grandest lies
When learned from grandfathers with sparkling eyes
Grandfathers living renewed through the breath of a grandchild

Oh grandfathers’ whoppers told in all kindness and glory
The bigger the whopper makes the child’s lies the cute little story
Thus the grandchild’s faith breeching walls of reasonable reality 
Simply because beloved grandfather had told the story
My grandfather said it was so- tiny voice of pledged belief
And I believe him -for grandfather would never lie to me

So sleep little one- dream the telling’s of funny grandfathers beloved
For their little lies to you are meant to not make you a worried
But make you believe in the impossibilities of grandeur and extravagance 
There is a Santa Clause
The fish really was so big it couldn’t fit in the boat
I wrestled a grizzly when I was just about your age

For in the telling of such blessed little lies
A remembrance of grandfather will never die
The wisdom and laughter thus remembered in each time’s telling
Will warm you over and over- as little lies do you begin the telling 

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Eyes of a Child

Looking all around me and becoming more aware,
Of the people and surroundings at which many children stare.

I come to terms and realize the acts of hate I see,
And now I fear that this same scene will soon envelope me.

Walking on a lonesome road, though crowded it may seem,
I pass through silent hordes of people hushing silent screams.

Beside me standing hand-in-hand, older man and wife,
I wonder if they thought like me, what happened to their life.

I reminisce now further back before these broken days,
A time of wasting food and drink and dressing different ways.

But now we all look just alike in tattered grays and browns,
Drifting through these damaged streets and sporting matching frowns.

I thought we'd left the two world wars and poverty behind,
To linger in our broken books and fill an older time.

A time where death would cloud the world with sorrow and disease,
And fear would plant itself within the innocent with ease.

This made me think and look around for Noah and his arc,
And for the first time since the night I heard a flustered lark.

I quickly turned around to spot within a child's hands,
An injured bird whose time had brought it here from other lands.

The child stole a piece of thread from a redbreast robin's nest,
And wrapped around the ailing bird a splint so it could rest.

An hour past the lark took flight and answered to the wild;
The only resting place of hope is in the bright eyes of a child.

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Willy the Wasp For Jan Allison

Willy the Wasp

There once was a wasp whose name was Willy

And some people thought he was really silly

Fluttering in between each humming bird feeder

Thinking his food was measured by a meter.

here were some things unbeknownst to me

Where would Willy the Wasp possibly be

Some say after he had heard nature calling

He started playing around with all the pollen.

Willy would distribute it here and there

Ended up all over the place and everywhere

All of his efforts had made much more room

For the nice fragrant flowers to start to bloom.

After all of Willy's history I further did inspect

He helps keeping control of a certain insect

And if you like me often find yourself frugal

You can go get your answers by going on Google.

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The Great White Pumpkin

The Great White Pumpkin
     By Dane Smith-Johnsen

Ghostly Pumpkin dull and white 
Plans to give a ghastly fright.
Rough and tough his wrinkled skin
Mesmerizing twenty men.

Soon “Big Buddy” comes around.
Cuts a circle in his crown.
Jagged teeth and fearsome smile
Eyes and eyebrows carved in style.

Tasty innards scraped right out.
“Where's my nose?”  White Pumpkin shouts!
Come on partner night grows dark.
Time to start the candle's spark.

Glowing eyes on front porch steps
Watch young goblins full of pep.
“Trick-or-Treat” the children chime.
Great White Pumpkin sings in time.

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Washed Away

Dont despair that I dont miss you
  want to hold you
wait to kiss you
  I cant see you , I can feel you
with a heart line I can reel you
   Right back in just like the River
HOMOSASSA taker, giver
   In some light you flow beside me
seek to steer me, move me, guide me
    To a place I cant remember
Like a glowing, dying ember

    Of a time I cant recall 
But I know you have it all
     Saved on waves of long ago
Washed up somewhere I cant know
     Where each tide must rise and fall
Some Lagoon where nightbirds call
     Everyone sits 'round the glow
Waiting for someone to know
     How to read the map to find me
Even I am left behind me.

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Beyond The Gates

Behind these gates lay quite the scene
So very surreal, yet not a dream

Beautiful headstones, manicured lawns
My God the memories this place spawns 

The winding road, first turn to the right
Back to the beginning of my plight

Stopping next to the second trail
My heart and head pound like hell

On the left eleven headstones away
Like a movie my memory starts to play

People gathered from all around
My mother knew everyone in town

At the time I was still unable to speak
My shattered psyche was far too weak

I stood there broken and full of fear
Ashamed I could shed not a single tear

Ashamed I could speak not a single word
Inside my head so many voices heard

What did those voices have too say
That’s another story for another day

Those gates now hold so many I love
Everyone I once held above

Last time I entered them I was 32
Even though those gates hold all of you

Next month I’ll go back and explain why
Tell my mother the reason I couldn’t cry

Apologize to her for being broken
Leave flowers, a poem, and my N.A. token

That way she will know without any doubt
What her little boy ended up being all about

That her little boy is not broken anymore
Overcoming adversity is what adversity is for

And one day when I’ve completed my fate
I’ll be looking for her, “Beyond the Gate”

The Shafter, California cemetery holds my mother, Grandparents, my cousin James and many
close friends. The last time I visited them was approx. 18 years ago. It’s very strange
that I received, “Beyond the Gates” as my topic, because; I’ve been planning this trip for
months now. If not for that fact I would have most likely written this poem about prison
gates. I reckon all things happen for a reason. Thank you Constance writing this poem has
given me strength to help me do what I plan to do. Go make amends to the person who gave
me life and taught me the things, which stuck with me through it all. My Grandparents
never lost hope in me and always said, "One day Mikey will remember the things we taught
him and return to the Lord." I think they will be proud of the man who comes to visit them
next month.

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Myrtle the Turtle

Myrtle the Turtle

There once was a turtle named Myrtle.
She could speed through a maze and climb a hurdle.

While she was small, she was a friend to all.
And remained safe from a kitchen overhaul.

Years passed as she raced for many children.
Through mazes designed in childlike fashion.

Lined up building blocks, her corridor defined.
Faster than all the others, her speediness shined.

She heard cheering children as she plodded fast.
Quicker than lightening our childhood flew past.

Playing on the floor so much laughter roaring.
A turtle named Myrtle beget years of adoring.

But then the day came when she was big and fat.
Myrtle somehow disappeared; imagine that!

Fear and distraught brought a terrible rouse.
Frantically we searched running house to house.

Never discovered though we searched with quickstep.
Three children sat crying on their front porch step.

We thought she had been taken to become turtle soup!
It was a devastating day for the turtle-loving group.

Surprisingly, later, in a nearby pond 
Where a neighborhood boy with our playmate did abscond.

We saw Myrtle, our turtle, and her baby turtles, too.
She had escaped turtle soup and made freedom's debut.

© August 3, 2010
Dane Smith-Johnsen

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The Tomboy

I was fascinated by frogs, dinosaurs, and outer space.
Comic books, video games, and fast cars to race.

I got my clean clothes dirty and skinned my knees.
I spent my afternoons climbing high up in the trees.

Came home from the playground with shoes full of sand.
Went fishing, and held up my catch with my bare hand.

I would get on my rusty, blue bike and ride to the park.
Where we played games of tag or catch almost until dark.

After school, I would go play baseball with the boys.
Then, stay up late, listening to music and make noise.

My homework sat in my backpack and never got done.
I was too preoccupied with finding adventure and having fun.

I was the tomboy that liked building Lego block walls.
I was also a girl who played with pretty Barbie dolls.

Richard Lamoureux's Gender Bender Contest

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Dear Rapunzel

It seems ages since we met over your long, golden hair
an hour glass on the table keeping the meter.

It seems like too many dress up doll days when we played
take me to the river but don’t get our feet wet.

It seems we lost our inner selves painting our faces
painting our nails, singing karaoke at the bars.

Oh, to regain those lost years of our youth, unwrinkled skin
turn back all the pages, like winding gold on a spindle.

Instead we have just leaves, grieves, and grandchildren
with their laser guns, plastic skin and smug attitudes.

They never challenged gamey little midgets with foul intent
they had us to pad them safely with money, love and scent.

Dear Rapunzel, do please let your hair down one more time
and play climb out of the cellar and up the apple tree with me.

Signed Your Dearest Play Mate.

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Lessons Learned

My grandson asked if back when I was young
I had ever done anything naughty or wrong
I said shut the door put on listening ears
And Ill tell you a tale of rank shivering fear
One night at midnight I sneaked from my bed
To a neigr knocker fastened a thread
Old Mrs. Murphy, ninety and living all alone
That she was a witch was really well known
I pulled the string and the knocker did bang
Then over the garden wall lithely I sprang
When the old woman limped to the door
Finding nobody there she ranted and swore
Again and again I pulled that on the thread
As over and over tears of laughter I shed

Then the moon clouded and all turned dark
A cold hand of fear icily fingered my heart
A voice rasped lowly filling me with dread 
‘I’ve got you now and soon you’ll be dead’
I was then dragged to Mrs. Murphy’s door
Feeling more terrified than ever before
The door was opened I was pushed inside
Nowhere I could run nowhere I could hide
There in the kitchen the old woman sat
Black cloak and hair, black teeth and hat
Our neighbour then sat me down on a chair
The witch held me still with malevolent stare
Pointing long sharp nailed finger I felt the spell
As she spoke of hot flames and rotting in hell

I promised to be good and meant it sincerely
I’ve been good ever since, well almost, nearly

(5th in contest,’Childhood memories’ by Crystal Wilkins)

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Child once more

Wouldn't it be wonderful to wake up one morning
To find you were still a child
So much energy jumping up and down upon your bed
So many wonders and thoughts swirling through your bed
No responsibilities
Just fun and play with your dolls or swinging in the trees
Getting a dose of the measles having a poorly on your knee
looking at a catalogue at all the toys
Building a den and playing cowboys and Indians
With the other girls and boys
Dressing up in mummies clothes
catching frogs and picking your nose
Rolling down grassy hills and knowls
Going for summer walks with a bottle of lemonade
Pretending you are a solider standing on parade
Watching cartoons all day on TV
Having a pet to love and feed
Giving your teddy bear a hug
Collecting crawly things like slugs and bugs
Having a big bag of sweets giving a high five to every child that you meet
Having an imaginary friend called Fred
Bed time stories in your Jim Jams in bed
Pretending to be a pirate out at sea
Seeing strange faces in every tree
Licking the cake bowl after mummy makes a cake
Riding on your bicycle or on your roller skates
Reading books under the covers with a torch at night
Playing football flying a kite
Dreaming of becoming an astronaut a fireman and scientist too
having a great day out at the zoo
Playing children's games calling out rude names
Playing in the wood getting up to no good
Getting head Lice in your hair
Sitting in a high chair
Dancing like a loony at a party
Hating girls yuk! with their ribbons and their curls
Doctor Who Winnie the poo Sponge Bob
Larry the Lamb and Batman
and now I'm Superman!
Train set that gives your Farther who bough it  for you so much joy
Pink for a girl and blue for a boy
playing on the swings and slide
Bucket and spade making sand castles at the seaside
Everyone saying 'awe aren't you sweet'
Coco pops egg and toast soldiers to eat
Balloons floating high into the sky
your older sister hitting you and making you cry
Sitting on your potty
pacifier in your mouth
'Mummy I've done a poo'you shout
'Good boy I'll lift you out.
sitting in your pram Being pushed everywhere by your Mam
Going on a bus singing a little song
looking out the window and sticking out your tongue
Digging in the garden eating worms and soil
Having earache Pouring in olive oil
playing with your rubber duck and battleship
while your in the bath
reading your favourite comics and having a laugh
Asking lots of questions your parents find hard to answer
'Where do babies come from?' Having your leg in plaster
playing in the school yard playing hide and seek
Being poorly every week
new shoes happy feet holding mommy's hand and skipping down the street
Watching the fish swim around your fish tank
Putting pennies in your piggy bank
Ooh how my dipper must have stank
Ice cream and jelly tots uhhm I used to scoff the lot
playing a tree in a school play
Packing a suitcase and running away
throwing pebbles in a pond all day long.

Phew I'm shattered after al that. imagine doing all that now. the mere thought 
tires me out.

Peter Dome.copyright.2014.July.

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The Art of Listening

I was read to as a child,every night at bed
Fairy tales, short stories, prose, or poems is what was read
Beatrix Potter, Mother Goose, Childcraft books were chose
But my favorite things to listen to were poetry and prose

I learned these things all by heart knew,when to turn the page
Mom thought I could read quite young ,was advanced for my age
But I was a fooler to those around ,cause I would memorize
Each page that was read to me, my reading was just lies.

I was fortunate to have a Mom that was well versed in liberal arts
I was read all sorts of things and would recite different parts
I listened to many poems from Percy,Keats,Frost and Thoreau.             
Wordsworth,Longfellow, Lord Byron sometimes we wouldn't know.

When a child is read to when very young they get well versed in rhyme.
Then writing them as they age is something that fills their time. 

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What they didn't tell her about Fairy tales

They told me from the time I was two
“One day prince charming is coming for you!”

They made me read these inspiring fairy tales
About mermaids, evil step mothers and 
servants whose childhoods were unfair,

They told me that even if I was troubled and had to put up with a lot,
That someday my adversaries would have to surrender
to me and scrub my pots,

They told me I wasn’t alone; animals would be my friend
So I tried that, then one night they bit me, 
I suffered another tragic end

They said to always be kind-hearted that’s what all man want,
When I got into high school I found out no one wanted to talk to the fat girl in the corner who ate chocolate glazed croissants 

They told me to find seven dwarfs, a crew of little people
My school only had four of them 
Their names were; scuba, geek freak, muffin top and meatball

In eleventh grade they said, "ask God for a fairy godmother to get a dress for the prom"
I went to a Catholic Church, got one for 75 cents, 
with red stripes and one missing arm

They said after graduation the wise thing to do would be to go to college 
and Not rush into getting married
So I got knocked up my senior year by the school janitor,
His name is "Prince Larry!"

I dropped out a month before school ended and you’ll never guess where I reside
I am currently employed doing Disney parties, where I get to dress up as all the great characters who told me those fabulous lies.
Got to Love fairy tales…

By: Sabina Nicole

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Who am I?
Am I defined by what is near in sight?
Am I defined by what I have done,
Or am I defined by what I could become?

Perhaps I'm of no use.
To him, or her, or I, nor you.
Or perhaps I'm too misunderstood to be defined,
And it is something like understanding that comes in time.

And if to the world I'm never shown,
Yet in my own light I've grown and grown,
And so I can know no happiness but my own--
The reason for my smile, to you, will forever be unknown.

I do not pray for the world to know my name.
For it and verse; the letters are the same.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads,
I pray his pain my words to keep. 

Should his eyes rain on my page,
Better tears than storms of rage.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads.
I pray his pain my words to keep.

And if to the world you're never shown,
Yet in your own light you've grown and grown,
And so you know no happiness but your own.
Let the reason for your smile, to you, only be known.

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Not Like We Did

Not Like We Did

Sometimes I wonder about the good old days
Growing up and parting ways
Sometimes wish I could have stayed a kid	
They have good times now but not like we did
Painting ghosts on store fronts for Halloween
Stop at Mike's and play the pinball machine
Go for lunch down old Broad Street
Get a hamburger from Texas Pete
Friday dances in the gym at Saint Jerome
Stop at the bowling alley before going home
In the Vic is where I first got kissed
At the Coffee Cup, we did the Twist
The Coney Island and the S and A
Stopped at the pool room almost every day
Behind the Acme lot there was a circus show
Swim in the summer time at the Bungalow
Stop at the station waiting for the train
Deliver the Courier in the pouring rain
Watch a parade on Decoration Day
Flowers for Mary during the month of May
Little income but we were all well fed
Danny sold Italian bread
Back porch picnics and we played wiffle ball
Free movies in Middle Ward park, we had it all
Church picnics at Dutch Hill Park
Play in the street until well after dark
Small man thrived, a living earned
Tamaqua was where we grew and learned.
We had sports heroes when I was a kid
They have heroes now, but not like we did
Stadium was filled for the football game
Basketball season, the town did the same
Roller skating on center Street
Stop at the Five Points to get a bite to eat
I look back and my memory thrives
So many good people have touched our lives

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Never be afraid to swing on the big swings

Never be afraid to swing on the big swings ...

Whenever your problems seem to big to face
Remember the playground was once too a big place

If you think your right make them prove you wrong
You won't always win but you'll come along

When dad talks always listen
Because one day you'll have a question and you'll miss him. 

Friends will come and go
But true friends will steal the show

 Let mean words never stick
And when it comes to band aids... Be quick 

Mothers always have a cure
Even when your not sure

If you don't know if its right or wrong..
It's prolly somewhere you don't belong.

Stay as young as long as you can
And as of push pops... Always be a fan 

These words I give to you 
But if you only remember a few

Never be afraid to swing on the be swings
And always remember to chase your dreams.

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A Summer Couplet

I wear a coverlet of haze, from those summers I remember, where my barefoot toes touched fragrant grass, that withered in September
............................ 6/12/13 for Andrea

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Where does the Time go

I feel as though time is slipping away,
And more is gone each passing day…

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Mr Wonderful

A broken promise, demoralized man who is incapable of being true, 	
A thoughtless coward, oblivious clown, this is what I think of you,

A woeful chicken, a runaway guy is how you're now portrayed,
A selfish critter, a prideful morsel is the reputation you have made,

When flesh spoils in a slaughter house the smell of you comes to mind,
For your manipulation has made you completely colorblind,

In your mothers soil you were the bad seed,
As you grew up we realized you were just a weed,

A fragmentation, with no revelation is who you really are,
A scab that stopped healing, the beggar who keeps on stealing, now just another scar,

A predicable cycle, a sick little mess, a hidden agenda that isn’t well dressed,
A miserable liar, disposable fool, too bad you weren’t like an infertile mule,

Just like a wolf, you would consume your own,
For apparently humanity was something you were never shown,

Just like wild animals that abandon their first litter,
You fit right in, you unoriginal quitter.

By: Sabina Nicole

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This Is The Life These Eyes Have Seen

Always swimming against the current, traveling a path that wasn't clean
A Pandora's Box of past experiences...This Is The Life These Eyes Have Seen
I remember when in grade school/sad at home/and fewer friends
In the throes of a shattered childhood...into the abyss this youth descends
Reading, Writing, and some Arithmetic, it was The Three R'S which kept me sane
Yet, in my psyche a storm was raging; nimbostratus and soaking rain...
By junior high much more than wretched/abuse endured would set the tone
Dark Midtown blocks, a hustler's playground...those streets of pain I walked alone
Things were done, it's called survival, deeds mostly wrong but, sometimes right
Only God above could Love me, a desperate child who sought The Light
I knew boys who sold their "manhood", a tragic fate, they sold their soul
Forty Second the eighties quicksand, and many kids were swallowed whole
Ingest these words of tribulation/I freebased when just sixteen
By nineteen on crack and fiending...This Is The Life These Eyes Have Seen
Chasing the cloud, yes, on a mission, losing sleep to find the drugs
Looking for hits, but, finding nothing/a thousand specks on darkened rugs
Then came prison/another nightmare/just twenty six/a second bid
Introspection/ineffable loneliness to pay for all the things I did
Striving hard to avoid all conflict, encountering things that made men fear
I went so deep within my spirit; no one could ever hurt me there
Adult years of daily suffering/teenage times that weren't serene
Still, several Blessings amongst the hardships....This Is The Life These Eyes Have Seen

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Christmas Sleigh Ride

The sleigh bells jingle merrily across the horses backs,
The snowflakes fall around us, filling the horses tracks;

The silver silence broken by boisterous Christmas songs,
Midnight chimes on the clock over head but we’re still going strong;

The whiskey warms our insides as we pass the bottle around,
Aside from the caroling voices, the night doesn’t make a sound;

We’re snuggled under blankets, breath fogging in the air;
Riding along with family and friends, living without a care!

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When I was little and my world was small, 
I had a fascination with island storms’ call. 
As moist hot air ascends the skies and dark clouds form, 
I grab my storybooks and set up my dorm. 

Dorothy had Toto; I will have my brown book   
For I never know what will happen to my nook. 

While my folks prepare for the uninvited visitor; 
I hardly mind, rather I get ready for pleasure.   

Before the wind blows and the rain falls; 
Grandma would serve meals and fill our bowls; 

Lest it will be cold and tastes no good; 
When darkness hit our humble abode.  

Light(e)ning forks spread the cloudless skies; 
Draw vivid images and emotions high;        

I wonder then Noah was calm! 
For us, children, we'd shriek and run! 

When the breeze starts to whisper a humming cry, 
We would start to gather ‘round father and sigh; 

It is a cue for a tale to be told 
And Pa always has stories untold, 

Trees swirl, sending gusts whimper against the pane; 
Violent waves tossed Crusoe’s ship to our brain. 

Storms make stories in its marvelous form; 
Stories birth silence and awe midst a storm; 

As the wind howls in the stormy night, 
Stories, like pray’r, make us feel alright. 


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Indigenous I Am, from the Stolen Generations

This is a journey, a trip call it what you will It follows the footsteps of my ancestors, and allows my thoughts too spill Firstly let me take you back, to tell you so little of my past Indigenous I am, from the "Stolen Generations" I did not last This is why I must make this journey, to allow me to find the real me To retrace the few steps I made, to rediscover what my young eyes seen How ironic that the person I'll ride with, is the son of the then official Whose deliberation to round up us children, the scene, locale It's now the morn of our travel, where I look I find hard to see The peripheral of the distant horizon, is all that really captures me The town where I grew up so young, barely to the age of five Perth, now bustles like a termites nest, zig zagging in busily strive Into the bush we go, to a place where us youngsters so enjoyed Moore River Native Settlement, which soon became children void As I walk my arid lands, patterned in the heat of this day I recall with every step, where us Indigenous children played We could survive on the smallest of fruit, water we could easily find Even the son of the then official, said that we are a superior kind He marvelled when I spotted tracks, traces of where animals crossed Remembering back to when I was five years old, our lands always talked We opened up as we led our horses, introduced all those centuries ago They opened up my lands, rivers we walked, now the white man flows This is a journey I had to make, it's called, it's in my will No more "Stolen Generations" no more will my culture spill

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A Happy Day

In mind's eye I reminisce, watching children play   
of a spring day sitting here, seeing my children play

blessed to see their smiles, when they hit, slid or fell 
A happy day begin playing ball, in this story I will tell

A kiss and hug I get, dad please take us to the fair 
Seeing the rides, ooh's, awe's echo from our pair

Eating fried dough, peanuts, "Boy! see the games over there" 
We're playing with family and friends, as they make a dare  

Can't miss any ride that twists, mixes, spins or flys in the air
There's so much to see, ride and play with, in a day at the fair 

Hearing "thanks mom and dad" that night, walking to the car 
"Stay awake" they say as we move, you know they can't get far

This day all started with thoughts of fun, smiles and laughs 
both asleep, with their dreams, today, mom and dad can laugh 

Any poem you posted during this month of* APRIL ~except ~ No! No! Bunny poems, or Easter poems..NOR other contest entries.

entered by Tom Larrow

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The Music of My Soul: The Early Years

Mom bought records of the classic Disney films; each song
was played again and then again; we all sang along.

Mad Hatter singing he was late, Snow White singing too, 
and seven whistling dwarves kept us from feeling blue.

Yes, those were our “Wonder Years” with my family.
Also we watched musicals as re-runs on TV.

Fiddler on the Roof ; The Sound of Music - pure delight!
West Side Story thrilled me with “Maria” and “Tonight.”

I began collecting records; my first idol’s name
was Herman.  With his Hermits, he enjoyed brief fame.

Older kids were listening to whatever gave a shock:
Dylan, Hendrix, Joplin, Stones, or psychedelic rock.

I preferred the “bubblegum” - Grass Roots, Tommy Roe,
and all the Top Forty Hits on my radio. 

Also there were songs of novelty, a different sort,
“A Boy Named Sue” and that “Tie Me Kangaroo Down Sport!”

Some songs linger with nostalgia: gems like “Close to You”
or “Johnny Angel.” Those recall special boys I knew.

In the 1970’s, it was clear I was
A fan of pop rock music, simply just because!

I love songs with beat that make me want to sing or dance,
but sometimes I’m inclined to hear soft songs of romance!

Though I'm busy now with many other things, I strive
to hear what’s new on TV music shows or when I drive.

But what’s the music of my soul? In all honesty,
I must say my early years most affected me!

For "Soul Tunes" Contest by Kristen Bruni

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Fastest Gun In The West

<                                      Now hold on there Tex !
                                        Let me get     dressed  !

                                        Let me saddle up my horse
                                        To trollop around this Halloween course

                                        Got on my chaps
                                        My spurs and cowboy hat

                                       Replica's of forty five's
                                       Riding on my hips very high

                                       With lasso in my hand
                                       This little cowboy has a plan

                                      So all you ghost and goblins
                                      It's candies bounty I'll be coming an robbing

                                      And I'll be taking  loot for mummy
                                      And for my daddy who has a bigger tummy

                                                  Happy Halloween To All
                                   Especially little tikes who are so cute and small

Entry For 
Halloween Costume Contest
G.L. All




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I can hear the horses snorting, outside my bedroom window,
Even though it comes, from so many years ago;

Cotton from the cottonwoods flying through the air,
Making whitened dapples on my palomino mare;

The hounds are all out baying, it must be dinner time;
In my tiny little neighborhood, I was never scared of crime;

Family surrounded me, aunts and uncles all around,
It was quiet on our little street, no sirens made a sound;

My cousins and I would play outlaws, and we’d hide out for a day;
Making mighty forts from the fifty tons of hay;

It never really changed much, as I grew up through the years,
And remembering that it’s gone, always brings me close to tears.

(My Parents sold the house I grew up in last year - It still breaks my heart)

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The Land Of Kale Much Maligned NR

There's a land to visit in your dreams

a place that really has, it seems,

no Brussels sprouts or cauliflower,

no cabbage, broccoli or sauer-

-kraut or parsnips or broad beans, 

and where peas truly are the only greens.

Spuds they bake there have some crunch

so they go quite well with Sunday lunch. 

And, to get apple pie or creamy whips

you only have to eat your chips. 

So close your eyes and try to find

The Land Of Kale Much Maligned,

where Popeye, building superpowers,

shuns spinach and instead devours,

guess what, to give him strength supreme?

Yes! Lots of scones with jam and cream! 

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Mr Inquisitive

Could a scythe cut a slice
from a sycamore tree?
If a bird had no feathers
what bird would it be?
If a square had three corners
would it still be a square?
Will your curls always swirl
if you tug at your hair?

My curls will always swirl
For questions make them so
You will question me ‘why’
when my answer is ‘no’.
If I answer you  ‘yes’
You will question with ‘how’
If a tree could grow knowledge
I'd reach for a bough.

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  When I was just a boy, growing up in Chicago
  My best friend was "Jimmy", who loved the monsters so!

  He was younger than me in more ways than one,
  But I enjoyed my time with him...we always had fun.

  One year for Halloween he bought monsters to build,
  Needing my help, we painted and glued and every cavity filled.

  There was Dracula, Frankenstein, the Werewolf, and the Mummy,
  Resplendently painted, delicious and yummy.

  Each was about 12 inches high
  With features that would make a little one cry.

  We set them in a window box with a black light behind
  Turned off the house lights for a real "Trick or Treat" find.

  Jimmy went out in to get his share of the goodies, too
  And when he came back, there was more than enough for us two.

  What really struck me that Halloween night,
  Was the five foot ghost, below the street light.

  Truly a sight to behold it was there,
  And to more than one person did it give a scare.

  Its white shaded body was like none I had seen
  With a face of a gorgon, I was ready to scream.

  It just stood there on the sidewalk watching the kids at the door
  You can believe that those kids always got more.

  I watched this ghost go up and down the street
  Watching the youngsters getting their sweets.

  Then, I realized, it was Jimmy's mom dressed in a sheet
  It covered her over, from her head to her feet.

  The mask that she wore was a scary one 
  But like the monsters in the window,  just done for fun.

  That fluorescent face I will never forget
  I didn't care for monsters...with little regret.

  Her costume rocked me to the core that night
  For the first time I saw it, I had a real fright.

  For I had never expected to see an adult
  Dress up in costume, much less the occult.

  So that is the Halloween that I remember the most
  When a lady I knew, dressed up as a ghost.

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My Bicycle

~My Bicycle~ Everybody had one - everyone but me... Pedaling everywhere, laughing hysterically. My brother had an idea; to the tip let us go, You never know we may find some bits, and them we will show. Digging in the tip, looking here and looking there, First he found a frame and wheel, but of more bits we did despair. Carrying our finds, a mouse-eaten seat, and one wheeled bike frame We carried them triumphantly down the leafy wooded lane. Where oh where to find a wheel, to build this marvelous machine? It kept us pondering all day, as we scrubbed and made it clean. The next day my prayers of the night, were answered and very soon The old man who lived on the end knocked, and nearly made me swoon. Standing there, a wheel in his hand, and mudguard over his shoulder Declared he had seen us walk on by, and because he was that bit older. He saw we wanted to build a bike, and of these parts we were short He was the first gentleman I kissed, and thanked him as I was taught. My dad had a tin of black paint, we found another of white; We put the pieces together, it looked a bit of a fright. One wheel was bigger than the other, the mud guard hung lopsided, But we managed to make it look good, with love we had been guided. I took my bike, my pride and joy, and sat on the mouse-eaten seat. I then realised I couldn't ride it, when I lifted up my feet. Through thick and thin and many a bruise, determined I was to learn When oh joy, of joys, I won, but alas landed headfirst in the fern. As I lay dazed a lump on my head, I saw a very strange sight, Two legs standing over me, and a head blocking out the light. The local bobby had seen my fall and come to rescue me; "I really don't think it's safe to ride, on this black and white monstrosity." My black and white bike of uneven wheels, lay there looking quite ill, But I would not give up on it, and pushed it back up the hill. Whooshing down, the wind in my hair, I felt exhilarated. I passed the spot I last fell off, shut my eyes and kept my breath bated. To try the brakes seemed a good idea, as round the corner I flew, It was then I found that I had no brakes, so I had to use my shoe...

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You Inspire Me

You Inspire Me

What inspires me?

A song lyric-------a brave, determined person (Man or Woman)

A gifted child

An Innovator, innovators are individuals that are firsts to do something.

That inspires me and by the way…

O mother you inspire me (most of all)!

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A Child's Christmas

With wonderment and gleeful bliss
she gave her mama a goodnight kiss.
Then off to bend the stars till dawn
and watch the snow adorn the lawn.

Hoping so much to see a sleigh
the wee one bowed her head to pray
for Santa's safe journey and such.
Really she didn't ask for much.

Her nose frosted the window panes
as she reached for some candy canes
to feed to Santa's swift reindeer.
How she could feel their presence near!

Finally she lay down to sleep
so quiet she didn't make a peep.
She watched from her bed to the moonlit sky
to see if Santa Claus really did fly!

Fatigue took over;the little girl slept.
Her guardian angel it's vigil kept.
Off she slipped to a dreamland sweet
till she heard the clatter of reindeer feet.

It's morning and down the stairs she flies
among the toys and a dolly that cries
there stands a tricycle in pink
and Mama gives her a smile and a wink!

written Christmas Eve Dec.24th, 2013

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The Ninth Of December

Daddy left Mommy, when I was two
She really didn't know what to do
Four little children under the age of six
Was a situation, she just could not fix

Christmas was coming, she didn't have a dime
The bills were piling up at the same time
She tried to focus on her belief,
Lost the battle and applied for relief

A county program, for the very poor
Barely kept the collectors from our door
So sad she was, by her lack of funds,
She couldn't buy presents, for her little ones

With grandma watching us, she left to go out
She never came home, we were forgot about
I was too young to remember Christmas that year,
It was years, before the whole story, I'd hear

Grandma tried hard to make it right,
She took care of us until Mom returned, one night
Branded in my memory, the day of her return
After nine long months, I would later learn

Mom never mentioned the time she was away
She loved us to the fullest every single day
Twenty-four years quickly flew by
When I think of the day it happened, I cry

God took my mother on the ninth of December
Unexpected, a loss I'll always remember
Going through her belongings, we came across.
A small newspaper article, that intensified the loss

How we found it I will  never know
This plea, with a picture, from so long ago
As I read the article, blurred by my tears
I was transported back, through the years

To a little girl on grandma's knee
Looking at a shabby, Christmas Tree
Crying for her mommy, who wasn't there
While grandma patted her silky hair

Grief, it hit me, no time to hesitate
When I saw the significance of the date
December ninth, the paper, said it all
Memory upon memory, I would recall

Two events, so many years apart
Yet, I could feel the child with a broken heart
Holiday Spirit, sad to say, I had none
Decorating that year without the usual fun

Mommies little tree, on a table it sat
Her homemade ornaments, and a tree mat
Going through the motions, I have to admit
All I wanted to do, was quit

Events don't shape us, they make us learn
Even grief, has its turn
Memories of a Christmas, thirty years past
Impressions, they fade, but still last

By Karla Null~Godsgift~

Your "Saddest" Christmas Ever Contest

Sponsored by Constance LaFrance~A Rambling Poet~

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My Childhood Memories

I remember the days after the rain
Picking dandelions and making chains

Sister fixing plates of twigs and grass
My brother laughing about passing gas

Looking back with a smile through tear filled eyes
I fondly remember making mud pies

Playing school and tea parties, of course
Pretending that the dog was our horse

Playing baseball, tag, or hide-and-seek
Picking up rocks and collecting leaves

No fancy toys and no video games
We watched the clouds and counted airplanes

Memories of my wonderful past
It's nice to know my childhood will last

Copyright © 2009   Lena “Lolita” Townsend

*for Deborah's You Must Have Been a Beautiful Baby contest

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Past Time

I am ten and crossing home.
Two players missed it, as it rolls on and on.
An error if you're scoring the play,
but I call it a home run on my first day.
I am ten, and I have found my first love
in a tattered ball, and a hand-me-down glove.

I am twenty, and I am throwing hard.
Beading sweat, please stay in the yard!
Each pitch thrown with a hope and a prayer.
Scholarship athletes can't be only fair.
Medical school looms larger than the Show.
A privilege for few, but I don't want to go.

I am thirty and I cannot put it down.
Sundays the old men come around.
Love of the game a common bond.
The bat is no longer a magic wand.
Reminiscing about those bygone days.
I can no longer beat out those close plays.

I am forty, and I watch with delight.
My own boys throwing with all their might.
A lump in my throat, a moist eye.
I contentedly look on and sigh.
I've passed down the love to the next generation,
and I wouldn't trade that for a standing ovation.

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Morning Smiles

Morning is the sun rising in a boy's sparkling smile, 
urging me to chuck my chores. "Please Mommy play awhile."

We welcome the dawn's shiny day with some sticky breakfast delights.
Laughter rouses with tickles and hugs as singing birds greet the light.

A hot cup of tea for me, milk and orange juice sips for him,
sweet goodbye kisses for Daddy with love filled to the brim.

Fun games galore, make-believe adventures and maybe an early day walk,
a collage of morning memories sprinkled with silly little boy talk.

Energetic feet skip home joyfully then echo down waiting hall.
Summer morns will soon turn to hushed Autumn hours as busy school days call.

By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, August 14, 2012
for A Couplet Morning Contest

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Scars left behind

Gone was this edifice

Gone, sunk down the abyss

Memories only remain

Memories to keep me sane

To cherish them I shall

For such is my call

Ode to this great man

Who gave me a good stand

My favorite, among the elders

His death caused me to seek the avengers

Lonely, desolate and abandoned

His absence makes me so scorned

Gone was this great man

Seen as having an evil hand

He loved the child I was

And left me maimed with scars!

Name : Anoucheka Gangabissoon

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Coco For Ten

<                               Coco was his name
                                 Spider monkey all the same

                                Dad worked for zoo
                                Feeder of Coco too

                               Brought the little guy home
                               Boy did Coco love to rome

                               Droppings here and there
                               Mom  covered up his dairy - air

                               Shoulders he did seek
                               Knocking  younger ones off their feet

                                Bananas and salted nuts
                                Made Coco dance and strut

                               Each day a animal of new
                               Dad brought home from the zoo

                               But the one I'll remember the most
                               Was coco who shared my daily toast

Tribute To 
Como Park Zoo
St Paul Minnesota

Coco And Daddy

Can You Imagine
A Monkey Playing
With 10 Kids  LOL


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Please Listen/ Listen To What I'm Saying

Listen to what i'm saying, and not just what you hear
Don't jump to conclusions, and freeze me in a stare.

You think you know what's going on, but truth is you don't
So you can't tell me what i'm doing wrong, because who REALLY knows?

For all that matters, I could be seriously hurt
But if i said anything, you wouldn't understand at first.

You tell me what I'm thinking, and why I act the way I do,
Since when do you read minds? Thinking your eyes see through?

Well this isn't about what you see, or even what you hear
This is about listening to what I'm saying, but you couldn't care.

I'm telling you this now, just to be treated fair
Listen to what I'm saying, and not just what you hear.

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"That's not my elephant!" You could hear her say,
As quickly she ran, caught on film, heading this way.

The 2nd graders all laughed as they watched the movie,
Many of them thought it was really "Groovee."

For this was a film shot of their teacher Ms. Ella,
Whose performance in it was anything but stellar.

She was running for her life as the big bull feigned his charge,
The one she was supposed to ride wasn't nearly that large.

But it made for a good chuckle when she showed her class
The home movie of her trip to India's Kyber Pass.

Soon it was lunchtime...the cafeteria line was fun
As they laughed about how fast their teacher could run.

Spaghetti was on the bill of fare
Passing it wouldn't dare.

Because they would need all their energy tonight
They had a test coming on the Bill of Rights.

Ms. Ella was a good teacher and her kids liked her a lot
But her tests were difficult as if she had some plot.

She would send them home with work to do,
But they learned from her film, not everything is work too.

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Won't it be a sweet sixteen

How is it going?
I hope life is still as flowing
because it isn't right now.
At fourteen, you only get faults and fouls.

Will you look back at me today
and laugh in a despising way?
What will you do, who will you meet?
Are you still willing to help the beggars on the street?

Is your heart full of passion or has it turn cold?
Do you praise yourself or do you still scold?
Do you still see the world in blackish white or reddish blue?
Do you still want to bid your sadness adieu?

Are you alone right now, do you remember me?
If you don't, then please look at the willow tree.
You know which one, it's behind our lawn.
I carved my name on it before December's dawn.

If you look at the initials you might recall
the memories you had of me and him late that fall.
Maybe you aren't as innocent as you were any more
but that's okay because life wouldn't be such a bore.

Tell me about yourself, tell me what's going on.
I want to know if you still visit that lake of swans,
that wooden tree house and that fort made of vines.
I want to know everything, isn't anything fine?

In two years, you'll tell it all
but hey, no one's stopping me from breaking the walls.
I want to know my future, I want to know you
so I will be aware of what I'll shortly go through.

Hopefully I'll get a reply soon,
probably on my birthday, some time in June.
You'll write to me and solve the mystery
that once was hope, but built your history.


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Childhood Island Memories

Dad was in the Air Force so we moved quite frequently
Living lots of places there were many things to see

The island of Bermuda was my favorite place by far
Twenty-two square miles,didn't take you long by car

Living near a perfume factory,smelling passion flowers
Bicycling and sailing,we whiled away the hours

Watching deep-sea expeditions right beyond our yard
Keeping us kids entertained sure wasn't very hard!

Playing tetherball with kids of every kind of race
Taught me of diversity,put a smile upon my face

Those are such great memories,things I won't forget
Living in Bermuda was the best adventure yet!

**for Michael Falotico's contest"A Change Of View"

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My bundle of endless joy He's my sweet little baby boy Just yesterday he was my new born son Look, how quickly my little one has turned one. He won't crawl neither would he walk However, has his way through his babbling talk! The whole day long he's just having fun Moving around, jumping on his bum!! He's a gritty explorer, sans any fear He instructs us all: loud and clear. Very much like other bratty boys He bangs and shatters his sister's toys! He pinches and pulls her hair, yet gets away She kisses and cuddles him: loves him anyways. To his favourite songs, he would shimmy-wiggle-jiggle, It would make his sis uncontrollably giggle! As much naughty as it gets When he sways his silky ringlets Shaking his head from left to right With a dimpled smile, my,my what a sight! I simply can't describe how it felt When he said, "mamma" my heart just melt! A racing car, Minnie doll, his phone and his ball: He knows them well and says it all. He hushes with a "shh" the whistle of a cooker He can tell you from miles, the sound of a cracker! Mimics the donkey and the crow, counts very well his one-two, He calls out for the lift and can stop an "autooo"! He daily prays to God, loves ringing the temple bell. So, my charming handsome boy is devoted and smart as well! My rock star baby, you have me bedazzled!

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Magic Beans

Enchanted magic beans,
They were always enchanted to me.
Worth their weight in gold,
They never ever got old.
Some people would complain,
Some would look at them with disdain,
But magic beans meant the world to me,
They brought me warmth and satiety.
When you were of little means,
Your mind had to spark with creativity.
You could not always expect the next best thing,
Avoiding magic beans like a bee sting.
My mom would bring home our magic beans,
She would then drop them into the swirling seas.
She stirred them in a cauldron boiling hot,
I then waited for my sustenance cooking in the pot.  
Today I still gather magic beans,
Even though I am no longer of little means.
The happy memories come flooding back,
As I pour magic beans from their overflowing sack.  

January 16, 2015
Ed Belcher 

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Button Your LIp

"Button your lip!" my mother used to say
I can hear her voice to this very day

Back then we were seen and not heard
You'd better not say even one more word

And if the message was still not clear
Shed reinforce with a swat to the rear

"Button you lip", my dear dad never said
He'd just stammer and his face would turn red

I'm told I was always a "mouthy" girl
Perhaps that's why I give poetry a whirl.....

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Sprinkling Relief

That blurry mirage of sizzling heat
As the trucks passed by, steam rose from concrete

Irvington couldn’t build a swimming pool
But came up with a way to keep kids cool

How I begged my mother to make the walk
For three hours of laughs and silly talk

At noon kids gathered in a cement pit
Sprinklers turned on, we enjoyed each minute

Refreshed, we passed beach balls or we played tag
But mostly we just ran a jig-and-jag

The park had swings, slides and arts and crafts too
But at sprinkler time, none of these would do

In the years before air conditioning
Torrid rays of sun we kids were shunning

Inner city children escaping heat
This was our favorite summer retreat

Moms, kids in swimsuits till showers ended
Ice pops passed out to the towel-tended

On weekends Dad drove us to the seashore
But sprinkler days with Mom I remember more

*For the “Hot Time, Summer in the City” contest

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Oh the sky is crying such massive tears But I’m delighted you can hear my cheers I dash to get my wellie boots and rain mac Splash in the puddles and soak the pussy cat Jump up and down in the water without a care I'm soaking wet down to my underwear It’s so wonderful to be so carefree … I’m simply a child at the age of three 09~12~14 Contest: Rainy Days Sponsor : Leonora Galinta ~awarded 1st place

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When we were young

As children we'd play,
and nothing could stop our fun or get in our way 
We'd play until the day's end,
and black, white, thick or thin didn't matter, if you wanted to play then you were my friend 

As children if wasn't out of normality to dream, we dreamed and dreamed 
We made our reality into what we wanted, no matter how silly it seemed 
With ease we broke through realities tightest seams
We would chase and become our dreams, no matter how hard it seemed 
As kids we could not only run, we could also fly,
 close our eyes and run, and watch the wind take us high
Who knew by closing our eyes,
we could then touch the skies 
As children, in our future we weren't CEO's laid back in a room, 
we dreamed one day we'd walk the moon 
we didn't read books, we made our own story, 
 and doing that expanded my mind further than any book every did for me 
As children we knew not of fear, 
we only knew how to play 
Despite the degree of danger, we made sure we would bring our dreams near
that so called fear couldn't get in our way 
Before we knew fear, 
 despite the chance of loss, we held on and loved things so dear
because losing these things isn't an option for a kid, because there wasn't the slightest questioning of if "if it did"
As children we looked danger in the eyes, 
and with faith in our hearts we'd touch the skies 
But now that we've moved on and grown,
we don't know where this faith in our dreams has gone.......

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Another Point of View

Many years ago, with the west still wild,
I lived happily as a carefree child

In North Dakota, the Flickertail State
To which only the hardy emigrate.

You might like my home state or maybe not,
Extreme weather was either cold or hot.

Its residents are robust, sturdy folks,
Who often are the butt of uncouth jokes.  

There is a fact that is undisputed,
I am sorry now that I uprooted.

More millionaires per capita live there
Than can be found in any state elsewhere!    

lFor Michael's "Change of View" contest

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   When I was the tender age of seven
   I was to go on a week's vacation...I thought "heaven".

   My uncle had a '55 Buick in two tone green
   A vehicle in which I would always want to be seen.

   As we drove from the city that hot Saturday
   I watched the roadside as we went along the way.

   No tollways then, just the roads heading north
   It was an adventure all the way as we went forth.

   My Aunt kept my Uncle in the front seat on track
   My brother and I watched the green cornfields pass from the back.

   A long destination to the farm, you know
   I felt like we'd traveled for a week or so.

   But when we pulled into the dirt road alongside the farm
   All I could think about was its interesting charm.

   There was the White Cottage where we would sleep
   And the Old Red Barn, weathered and need of upkeep.

   We weren't to play in it because of its danger
   But to a seven year old, that is no stranger.

   I went in when no one was around
   Saw the stalls, the loft, the ladder, and the straw on the ground.

   The big door creaked as I swung it open
   No one heard least I was hopin'.

   The smell of that barn I will never forget
   With the straw and the a musty ommlette. 

   With a roof that had perches high up in the air
   And holes in the shingles through which you could stare.

   It was haven for us kids in the weeks to come
   As we played and explored and hid in it some.

   There were the railroad tracks that went past it in back
   We'd walk them to look for interesting stones to put in a sack.

   That barn was even the backdrop for my uncle's .22
   He was aiming at the cans, but missed more than a few.

   I can still remember that musty old barn today
   Sometimes it comes to me on a wet summer day.

   For the smell, the sight, and the memories live
   Too many old barns gave what they could give.

   But you will still see a silo standing next to a barn in the field
   I wonder sometimes, how many bushels of corn it had to yield.

   For most of the barns are weathered with their red paint in fade
   Like some poor traveler, lost and waylaid.

   Yet, they all stand as proud as can be
   There to fill my childhood memory.


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The Great Pumpkin

Pumpkin King;  hear you wheeze.
Open lungs as light as leaves.
Oh; Great pumpkin; long-time wait.
Coming closer brings my fate.

Barometer up above my ears.
Hollow ground will add to fears.
Pumpkin patch about my feet.
Will you rise up and bring my treat.

Oh; Great Pumpkin hear my prayers
Bring my candy and hide my terrors.
Fill my pillowcase till it flows
till Halloween - The Great Pumpkin shows.

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My Grandpa L.D

Growing up you were always there.
Each and every day showing me that you cared.

Spoiling me every chance you had.
Letting me know its okay to be sad.

After school, you checked on me day after day.
Listening to every word I had to say.

Each moment we spent together.
Will be special to me forever.

Days spent fishing or mowing.
Were as precious as when it was snowing.

My best memories are those at the time of year.
When we decorated for christmas with care.

The family would gather to feast.
Which now happens the least.

Christmas magic soared through the air.
While you taught me how to share.

Seven years I kept you in my sight.
Now all I can do is hold the memories tight.

My heart knew the day your soul drifted high.
And here on earth all I could do was cry.

By: Cherica Eckiwaudah

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Counting Buttons

Counting Buttons

Nanny was an old lady
  always rocking in her chair
On her front porch
  you would find her there
My daughter at her young age
  loved to sit on Nannys lap
Counting one, two, three buttons
  and then they would clap
Day in and day out
  counting buttons was their thing
Much joy and laughter
  this simple task would bring
I truely believe
  this is how my daughter learned to count
On the lap of an old lady
  in memory of Nanny we recount


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A Treasure Trove of Love

Sweet memories folded inside Grandma's quilts and afghans A cedar chest of forgotten trinkets caressed in my hands This treasure trove holds a young girls dreams of love A drop in Heaven's showers raining from above Every drop gathers love from the garden bestowing affection She wonders will she vaporize before she sees her own reflection From the clouds, she hears, "do not fear", a voice true and wise Love will grow, love will bloom, soon the vapors will rise Heaven keeps all the love raindrops cannot contain The clouds expand, the love will burst and rain will fall again In the continuum of life, she will learn love never dies The young girl will share her love; clouds will bring blue skies By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders for Treasure Trove contest (Linda-Marie, Sweetheart of PS) Sixth Place

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I'm still missin you

Memories of you are stuck in my head.
I remember you use to tuck me into bed.

You used to kiss me every morning and night.
You taught me how to forgive, not fight.

You stroked my hair and called me your princess.
You were always filled with so much kindness.

I can still hear your sweet laugh.
I still see you in photographs.

My love for you will never die.
And i'm tryin not to cry.

One day we'll meet again.
In the gates of heaven.

By: Cherica Eckiwaudah

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Space, version 2

Between the ears of the greatest minds
Limits and laws do not exist    

Building roads and wrinkles to beyond
 Such brains are ripe with fascination

Where physical boundaries do not factor
Journeymen and women discover frontiers within themselves   

Forming the legendary, from the amorphous
They are contemplative, they are reminiscent 

Tireless and motivated I am just a rubbernecker  
Watching treasures without obstacles, by accident

 Eventually I choose to give them their space
Smiling back at them, they are our children

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To count a flock of fireflies...

you'll need your fingers and your eyes,
a lantern and a comfy mat,
some juice and tiny party hats,
a cake, cut up in little squares,
a teensy table and some chairs,
some itsy-bitsy plates and cups,
and once you've gathered all that stuff:
prepare the table, nice and neat,
then call the fireflies to eat,
but tell them that, because it's night,
they shouldn't eat without their lights;
make sure that everyone's aglow,
or else the counting will be slow,
then let each firefly partake
of tasty juice and yummy cake;
when every bug has eaten one,
take note of that, before the sun
decides to start another day
and scare the little lights away,
then thank them all for stopping by,
and, while the fires take the sky,
add up the table's party plates
to see how many of them ate--

when last I had a flock to count,
I counted eighty-eight!

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Seven Days a Week

I was born on a Monday
At times my life goes a stray

Tuesdays was Happy Days night
during school it eased the fright

Wednesday is always hump day
heavy lifting worth the pay

Thursday the weekend is near
soon I’ll be feeling no fear

Friday best day of the week
man and woman cheek to cheek

Saturday known for cartoons
and the best were Looney Tunes

Sunday is the Sabbath
for some Monday is math

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Fur Ball

<               my little girl came to me and asked for a pet
                 to me my heart just hasn't been quite set

                 but who could resist those baby brown eyes
                 and all those little wimpers and desirable sighs

                 so off we went in our broken down wagon
                 where the rear end you could tell was sagging

                 to petland is where we went
                 pocketbook really took a dent

                 odie and garfield was their chosen names
                 two bunny hampsters very different but the same

                 oh my little girl was not yet done
                 said mama we need hampster ball so they can have alot of fun

                  and don't forget their bedding liners
                  so their living will be much finer

                  but first you must buy them their cage
                  oh my little girl is quite smart for her age

                  she knows they like fruit and snacks
                  so she doubled order with ten sacks

                   ring ring ring ding ding ding
                   did it's cash register ever so did sing

                   eighty five fifty
                   well ain't that nifty

                   handed lady one hundred
                   mumbling under breath was said

                   left store in a hurry
                   with our clothes looking so dam fury

Written By Katherine Stella  7/3/11

Entry For Francine Robert's
Pick A Pet Contest
G.L. All

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Keep Off The Grass

If I paint the grass bright blue
The clouds will not know what to do.
They'll mill about upon the ground
Thinking trees are upsidedown.

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Eyes do Weep

When my son was young and so very, very wild… 
I loved him dearly for he was my child.
But I feared the drugs, alcohol, and friends he did keep.
I knew they would destroy him, as I found my Eyes do weep.

We found a private High school with new peers to seek.
Miraculously, He found his own way back, and to college he did leap.
He chose a college and fraternity far away, as my eyes blurred again.
But the day he was on his own, became the best that’s ever been.

His fraternity became his brothers, and advice they dished out.
Study time became important, with gentlemanly behavior devout.
I’ll thank them each, in the leadership and help they all showed.
I’ll thank my son for growing up, and for becoming who we now know.
Community service brought blood drives, and teaching inner city kids.
They worked on their fraternity house, reclaiming it from the skids.
All parties had designated drivers to take every body home, all right.
They gathered clothes for the homeless to brighten up their life.
They built Homes For Humanity for to work he was never adverse.
Then, to add to the rest, he continued to work to become a nurse. 
He put himself through college working in a hospital and ambulance.
He had learned a reverence for life, happiness, and yes, even patience.
My wild, wild son has found purpose in life and peace at long last.
And again my eyes do weep… This time with love so vast...

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Bright Hungry Belly

Return to the desk the teacher and classmate
The bell rings hurry you don't want to be late

Mother pushing for your learning bright hungry belly
Father is absent not a penny milking the skinny cow shelly 

Grandfather swells on self not caring who die or live
Deeming it sacrilege to dip in his pocket and a penny give

Grandmother tries to hold it all together knowing the need
Giving of her means caring the bright hungry belly to feed

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Would You Like One Lump Or Two

<                                               Only one
                                              Mastoid  begun  

                                               Behind  left ear
                                               Boy  did it appear

                                                 Mom freaked
                                                Dr. she seeked

                                            Thought it was mumps
                                             But was a larger bump

                                                  Fead me pickle
                                              Didn't and wasn't fickle

                                                 That's all I know
                                                 From 50 years ago

                                             So Check newborn ears
                                   For ungodly lumps that suddenly appears

Entry For
Catie Lindsey's
Baby Boo's Shoes Quicky Contest
G.L. All


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A Change of View Inside Myself

Childhood days knew frivolous fun.
Nights brought fears one by one.

Possessions were many we needed naught.
My heart ached for the love I sought.

Manicured yards brought flowers bloom.
Inside myself was disaster’s loom.

Unique and historic our house served a mission.
Provided warmth; whipped into submission.

Words whirled around like a centrifuge.
God’s loving Son was my soul’s refuge.

Escape came young, but I finished school.
I learned to love and live the golden rule.

© March 12, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen

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After the Storm

Father had no choice the court order was clear,
we were taken to that dark place of fear.

They took our nice clothes and gave us rags,
like children of the street dressed in shags.

Abused and beaten cries in the night,
we always waited for first light.

Not much food to eat each day, 
you learn how to keep the pain away.

Separated for months we were apart,
this almost broke my heart.

My brother all I had of family,
now was gone as I sat absently.

On a summer's day he was returned,
I was overjoyed but my heart still burned

Our Father returned a week after that day,
he told us freedom would soon come our way.

Innocent victims we did see that day,
silently we were lead away.

As the doors opened the sun shined bright,
we took that step into the light.

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Lost my kids once just for a  minute or so in the fair:  needle in haystack.
Busy and purposeful Sunday morning. Fascinating bee hive but I wanted my kids back

Thought they were next to the glass beads jostling and rattling on a necklace chain,
Or near the polished fossils, and bags clinking their sea-shell collections from Spain.
I squinted for their faces in the crowd,as rows of cheap eyeglasses looked invitingly  
Over at the gaudily-decorated casual shoes, just arrived breathless from Turkey; 
And stalls overflowing with flame-coloured dresses - Moroccan, from Agadir  -
Trying to inch down to the ground like wriggling children. But not my children dear.	

Toy insects buzzing joyfully and plastic windmills whirring playfully in the breeze
And serious-minded compasses busy seeking north didn’t fill my search with ease.   
Carousels with ponies and dinosaurs, birds and  elephants?
Maybe they had fulfilled my wandering kids’ secret wants?   

Noisy price-haggling. African traders switching from  language of Germany to Wales, 
Or even to Arabic, as they sensed customers's different interests and possible sales.
Chinese and Vietnamese comparing views in French, their only common tongue.
No doubt,  my three had slipped their leash and were hiding:  they were young.

The swish of the decorative paper garlands in the breeze was near-lost in the crowd;
And the  conflict between Welsh folk-music and American heavy-metal rock so loud. 
And  I listened to  the  colourful chatter pulsate 
Of  traders trying  to persuade money to leave your wallet.
Girls  in sandals and sunglasses. Old ladies in floral patterns and blue-rinsed hair.
Young men eyeing girls trying on dresses ……but my three were not there.

Ah  - but  then!  At the ice cream stall I saw three hungry mouths, kept 
Pressed to the glass.   Three  money-less  urchins all glad to see dad.  I swept  
Them  up  in my arms and started to relax and enjoy the fair-market.
I’d lost my kids for just about  one minute.

.    .    .    .    .    .    .    .    .    .    .    .   .     .
Entered in Lisa Cooper ~Dark Poetess's Contest    County Fair

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The joys of flesh, a smile to wreath the maid of morn
an inner world to project out, of holy chi we’re formed.

No need to cling like over ripe fruit to a heaven far above,
We we’re made of silver stardust and we were made from love.

Look not to moon or sun to see, look deep to questing heart,
hug the night with outstretched arms, the dark’s another part.

Gifted are we with all we need, this is no metaphor,
we have a heaven here on earth, yet still we ask for more.

Be not the spoiled and soiled child tired of his toys
mature, grow up, grow inward, see all your heavenly joys!

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             She left us here
Granny worked washing dishes all day long.
After work she walked home while singing a song.
Our granny was always strick but never mean.
We had our chores but our mouths were clean.
We weren't allowed to cuss or tell any lies.
Granny was strick so we didn't even try.
We washed our hands and prayed at every meal.
Cause our Lord and granny had made a deal.
Granny loved to play games and read us a book.
We loved to visit her she was our favorite cook.
No matter how long she's gone I'll always remember
                her long silver hair
and she taught us love and taught us to share.
She was the greatest to us you see.
My brothers,sisters and me.
                Teresa Skyles

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Go! Go to sleep!” Night said
“Where? Where?” I whispered back
Sleep - Where can this famed land be?
Where one must close their eyes in order to see!

And  must I go there at nine o'clock?
How to get there? Will I walk?
Will my friends be there as well?
Or should I bid them all farewell?

And Night was silent for a while
Til she answered with a knowing smile
Sleep is the land where your dreams dwell
More than that I can't foretell.

But perhaps it’s the home of fairies 
Perhaps it’s full of tales and stories
Miracles are quite common there
You could meet Hope, or else Despair

And then Night said beware;
Beware the place called Nightmare
The land of banshees, dwarves and dragons
The home of elves, griffins and kraken.

And shuddering I closed my eyes
For there the land of sleep lies
And Night continued its lullaby
Until the sun rose in the sky.

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Deck Dreamz

Gave Away One
Got Back Two
One Red
One Blue!

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Lucky White Star

I miss watching my Luck man run,
Sweat glistening in the morning sun;

The smell of leather in the frigid air,
Tossing his head without a care;

The soft sounds of the stable yard,
The only place I let down my guard;

Telling secrets to my horse,
Just letting nature take it’s course;

The confidence he gave to me,
My Lucky boy, my trusty steed;

He leant me courage I never had,
He was always there, through good or bad;

My shoulder to lean on, by best friend,
He was there for me up to the end.

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Birds and bees

21st February 2012
By Sashi Prabhu (zeauoxian)
Hey mum and dad please do not lowly hum or keep mum,
When by your little one asked “where do babies come from?”

Narrated over and over this metaphorical tale,
Many scoff to tell, be it female or adult male.

Birds are like men and fly as they please,
Bees are like women, dedicated to their queen, to her whims appease.

Bees sit on and pollinate the flowers,
By, buzzing around many and over few hovers. 

The birds spread the “seed”,
These to the “gen next” they lead.

This is about birds and bees  a short verse,
On a topic, proscribed and taboo which parents surely must never be averse

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               Hidden away by a Mother's love
	To the protective torture of the clergy glove
	Sentenced to a life of hell
	Before life began, the hammer fell

	Frightened children, black and white
	The dog yard coffin, the dark of night
	The stars looked down on naked flesh
	Scared eyes looked up through wire mesh

	Until the stars could look no more
	And the sun, it opened daylights door
	The demons woke and walked the halls
	The scream of silent “help me” calls

	No one hears their silent pain
	Or see’s the blood between the grain
	A nation’s fear of God above
	No one to hold, no one to love

	Finally a letter states
	We want them home, freedom awaits
	But where is heaven, where is hell
	Through their fear, they cannot tell

	Violence, drink and Daddie’s girl
	Wishing she could be a pearl
	All safe and snug, within the clam
	No one to fear, but who I am

	So, who am I and what’s my worth
	What’s my purpose, on this earth?
	I’m here to live, and one day die.
	I am me – myself – Just I

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My Mom's Flour Sacks

The flour sack, the flour sack! To my childhood it harkens back... With the flour at last gone Mom would use it to sew upon.. Dish towels, aprons , and who knows what No complaints, our mouths remained firmly shut! I wouldn't, shouldn't say that we were poor But flour sack clothing we sometimes wore... Once she needed a diaper in the worst way Poor baby's butt was sure sore that day... I still have a towel made from a sack Some good old memories it brings back...

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The Deadly Dart

Wherever I go through out my whole life,
I end up struggling with lots of strife.
Thinking that my life is a total waste,
Wanting it to be over in a haste.

I can feel the pain inside my own heart,
Like someone through at my a deadly dart.
The wound is easing deeper and deeper,
Will the pain ever stop getting bigger?

Feeling emo is never a good thing,
Cutting your arm makes a really bad sting.
Blood is dripping from my arms and my heart,
Failing to dodge the largest deadly dart.

Drowning in all the lies and self pity,
I live each day but always feel sh*tty.
I have lots of thoughts about suicide,
But then I think about those who have died.

Those who have died not just from suicide,
But also those who are really nice guys.
...This "poem" was actually suppose to be a couplet (on any thing you want) for my english 
class but i made this kind bcuz i was feeling emo that day...and also after i was done i read it 
over and it almost sound like a rap song which, i guess, is kinda funny and cool.........

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Innocence opens her heart so plain and kind.
Fowl feathered black eagerly excepts touch.

Either blind of fear, which comes with age.
Expressing emotions, they bond gently.

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My Darkest Dream

I go to bed an close my eyes;
That is when my imagination flies.

I dream of family and friends,
Then I see their ends.

Darkness drowned the light,
And I lost the will to fight.

Darkness walked,
And Fear talked.

In Darkness, I did drown
While Fear held me down.

In Darkness, I had a path to choose,
But what would I gain? What would I lose?

Every feeling of Hope
Was taken and bound with black rope.

Kindness and love were no longer there,
And could not be found anywhere.

I tried to open my eyes, but could not see,
Because Darkness had a hold of me.

I tried to scream and scream,
Trying to wake from this evil dream.

I prayed and prayed. I prayed with all my heart,
And finally the Darkness began to part.

My soul, with joy, does scream,
Because I have waken from my darkest dream.

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Tactless Travel

Let’s travel to the edge of the earth

With sunshine in our veins

Let’s see how much this life is worth

As we leave out all our pains


We’ll go for miles, and we won’t stop

The sun will soon attack

Our lives we’ll trade, our hearts we’ll swap

We’re never coming back


A whole new start, a second chance

Floats softly into June

We’ll wade our time in cheap romance

As we howl at a transient moon


An ice cold flood of independence

Forms our own wicked sense of style

Our world needs more transcendence

This world just needs to smile


The ringing in our ears is no longer just a sound

The image of freedom is no longer just a dream

Because this limitless world is just a playground

Or so it may seem

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The Love triangle: A boy, his dog, and a ball

One day I discovered a love triangle going on in the yard, where I sit.
A boy loved his red ball, so did his dog, and the balls love was split.
Back and forth the ball went forever into play, never to quietly sit.
Nowhere could it find the right place in which to ever fit.
First to the boy, then the dog. It’s love kept it on track.
The ball traveled with them everywhere, nothing did it lack.
It’s life consisted of simple things, and following them around.
The beach, and grassy park became their beloved friends in town.
A few times it did escape, but was quickly caught and put back in play.
But all in all, every thing was fine as it was sent, to and fro each day.
Some times they would roll it.
Sometimes they would bounce it.
Sometimes it hit the roof.
But it never failed to sparkle, no matter how much punishment it took.
Once a storm came along, and they hugged it in the house that shook
It was the courage of the little ball, which kept them safe, no doubt.
When the rain went away, they went back to the sunshine to run about.

Then the little boy went away, now the dog and the ball patiently wait each day.
Someday, several little boys will come here again to play.
It’s just like children to come along, you know they definitely will.
But for now, I have a surprise, for I’ll be babysitting the boy down the hill.

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my ambition

My ambition  

 I want to become a writer as I like to write, 
And I want to reach a certain height, 
Where I can live with delight.  

 I think I can a book like fiction or mystery,
 I want to become an author like Shakespeare, Ruskin Bond or Agatha Christie, 
Or an author who has a great history.  

 From many days I am not able to pick any book from the book shelf, 
As I want to read a book written by myself.   

I want to write such a book which results into a whole new nation,
 And people appreciate my creation.   

In poetry I want to become a master,
 The thoughts of all the people become positive such a spell caster,
 And I want to reach my ambition rather faster.  

 I want the thoughs to strike my mind as fast as a bullet train,
 And I always want to write with a fully developed brain.   

I want everyone to become my writin's fan, 
Whether it's a women or a man, 
And I always want these word's to flash my mind that "I can, I can and I can."  

 I definitely know that fulfilling your dream is not just a game, 
And we have to do hardwork to achieve fame.   

By- Rachit Bansal

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A Very Wet Christmas

When I was twelve, the rains came and came
On Christmas Eve it was just the same
The beautiful presents waited under the tree
We never got to open them, for you see
The swollen river could hold no more
We had no idea the horror  in store
With nothing but the clothes on our backs
We left our home, that night so black
Through waste high water to higher ground
The swirling current a terrifying  sound
Huddled together with neighbors and friends
That night our Christmas came to an end
Our home was gone..but we had each other
Me, mother, father and my older  brother.
On Christmas Eve I stop and  remember
The fear on that day in late December
But thankful that we had trust and love
The best gifts, gifts from our father above...

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Childhood Innocence

Exiting my house I waved at my mother,
And it was a day not different from any other.

I as usual was walking to my bus stop,
And it was a bright sun on the blue roof's top.

It was my first day to school without my mother on the side,
And today on my foot alone I had to ride.

I was walking towards the east and was facing the direct sun burn,
And for a few moments I had to my face the other side turn.

I noticed a black object on the ground,
And a bit larger than me it I found.

Down on the ground it laid,
I was taken aback and was afraid.

I noticed that as I swayed it also moved,
And for me a frightening thing it proved.

From the other side I saw a man,
And in my mind I made a rescue plan.

As the man was in the direction of my bus stop going,
I to get rid of the object decided to do some following.

I somehow safely reached my school, 
Where I felt relieved and somewhat cool.

But there was a little fright still in my mind,
To clear this I approached my teacher who was very kind.

My teacher easily vanished all my fright,
And my decision to come to her was absolutely right.

She told me that it was just a shadow formed due to the sun,
And took me in her arms for the cleverness I had done.

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Comic Book

Fractured little comic book
cracked along the spine.
Must and mold exhaust you.
Dullness shows the time.

Turn a page for reading
fuzzy art in blocks.
Squares with tiny bubbles
or just a place to talk.

Staples down the middle.
Two through every fold.
Half the book is over
and several stories told.

Flipped upon your back
where ads take all the space.
Toys for boys and girls
and all the dreams we'll chase.

Fractured little comic book.
Thank you for your grace.

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Polar Bears And The Penguins

Some times they say the great and mighty do fall…
And the penguin story of greatness, should be heard by all.
Polar bears are mighty and cunning with massive brute strength.
But they messed with the penguins, a mistake, I do think.

The polar bears went after the penguins and cute little chicks.
So you’ll never guess what those cute little penguins did.
Using the most courageous penguins as a target so nice.
They lured all the polar bears, for the first time, out onto the ice.

The greedy bears moved out in force for the kill.
But the penguins pushed the ice flows into the currents windmill.
So intent on dinner and full of themselves, were they that day… 
That the polar bears didn’t notice the ice caught in the currents sway.

The polar bears were way out to sea, before noticing their plight.
And, by then, the penguins were safely at home tucked in for the night.
You might say, the current was a friend to the penguins that day.
For it eventually sent those polar bears to the North Pole far away.

Now the moral of this story is here to easily understand.
Brute strength is not the greatest thing to cherish; it is far greater to plan…
And, never turn your back on a penguin I say.
They’re the reason there’s no polar bears at the South Pole, to this day.

Tell Me A Story Contest

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Time Stop

Time Stop

There was a moment in time when everything stopped,
It was like a dream on an entirety with you.
It  there could be a moment to take back the regret, heartbreak and confusion I doubt I would.
I fear telling you how much I love you.
Thinking it ruin are forever relationship,Not knowing it was mutual. May we be of flesh may we be of soul may we have  that savior peace.
What rules then are our own? 
If we break that promise which bond each with a letter in blood.
As time stop the wind blows,we who bore so close taking the finally blow.
As we gaze into each to each tear streak face we smile and know.
Today we can be together forever in each other arm.
As though time kept going but for us,it stopped.So our moment int time where only the wind blew.
This is the most wonderful dream we have ever shared.

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The Day That Mary Lost Her Tooth

The day that Mary lost her tooth
She felt quite scared to tell the truth.
It’s strange for her to thus behave
As generally she’s bold and brave.

Examining her tooth so white,
She clenched her fist and held it tight,
And through the day inside her head
Began to dread the thought of bed.

When as usual bed time came
Poor old Mary felt the same
She felt the gap between her gums
And trudged upstairs all sad and glum.

One eye open, one eye closed
She crossed her fingers and her toes
She snuggled down beneath the cover
Remembering the words of mother.

“If you’re good and go to sleep
And promise not to stir or peep
A fairy comes and takes your tooth
And leaves a coin by way of proof.”

This promise is what worried Mary.
She found the prospect rather scary.
To think some grubby little thief
Was breaking in to steal her teeth.

Deciding she would stay awake
And catch the sprite who’d try and take
Her favourite tooth, her bestest one,
Sadly fallen from her gum,
She gathered up her teddy bears
(Just in case they might be scared).
She hid herself behind the door
And settled down upon the floor......

.....Mary woke and scratched her nose
She hadn’t meant to have a doze
Fighting off her sense of doom
She held her breath and crossed the room.

She pulled the pillow from her bed
And raised her hands above her head,
For what she spotted underneath
Made her shout in disbelief.

Fifty p., that’s not so bad!
She babbled to her mum and dad
Fifty p. for rotten teeth!
This’ll buy me loads more sweets!

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In Search Of Jacob

<          riding home with brother and friend from convenience store
            this masked man got out of his trucks door

            asked each boy what was their ages
            made them place bikes in ditch or face guns gauges

            Jacob was the oldest of the three
            just 11 good gracious golly

           St Joseph Minnesota close to St Cloud
           days weeks month lined with flowering shrouds

           his mother and father got congress to sign an act
           for crimes against children and sexually violence attacks

           now there is a bridge of hope
           called Jacob Wetterling foundation so families can cope

           our little lost sheep
           we still to continue to shed tears and weep

           for there is still an unmarked date
           where death has not been filled in on your headstones slate

Taken Oct 22 1989 From St Joseph Minnesota

In Search Of Jacob Wetterling still goes on

You Are Not Forgotten 



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I was a child who loved to sing
and laughed at almost everything.

Had you taken the time to talk to me
you'd have  gotten to like me too,you see.

But you were busy playing it tough;
bullying me till I'd had enough.

Calling me names was fun for you;
I'd taken it for years,it's true.

So often I'd break down and cry
feeling just like I could die.

Well I'm all grown up now you see;
those yesteryears a memory.

So I wish you well in all you do.
It's taken me years but I made it through.

You go your way and I'll go mine.
If our paths don't cross again,that's fine.

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My first sin

"Each experience is locked within my heart and only I hold the key..." that will open the doors of my soul for you to see.
It was a cold October night and my parents were in a fight. you and I we were tight.
I met you beneath the willow tree where you said you'd be.
Nervous, anxious and wanting to run I looked into your eyes and I was done.
Sitting there on that hill everything was still.
My heart was racing and my palms were shaking.
You leaned in and that was the night of my first sin.
We sat close and snuggled all night with the moon shining bright.
As puppy love showed its face you got to first base.
8-20-2011 A Fragment of Life Cory long

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Up, Up, and Away

Balloons carried into the blue, blue sky
Delighted little eyes watched them fly

The breeze carried happiness and smiles
Following their flight across the miles

A bit of magic as each soared away
Up, up, they went on that happy day

A kaleidoscope of red and green and blue
Their little strings waving as off they flew

One by one they sailed far out of sight
Swirling and whirling on wondrous flight

With one last wave the children turned for home
But with their balloons their hearts still roam....

Barbara Gorelick 7/22/11
For the Balloon contest..

We had a balloon " lift off" when my children
were small. Not allowed any more because of
the environment...

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Look At That Girl

Look at that girl, so short and sweet
Look at her angel wings lift her off her feet.

Look at her hair sway over her eyes
Look at her father hold her as she cries.

Look at her tears as they roll down her cheek
Look at what has happened to this girl so sweet.

Look at the life that she left behind
Look at the innocence that kept her blind.

Look at her lie deep in the ground
Look at the people making a miserable sound.

Look at that girl, so short and sweet
Imagine her angel wings lift her off her feet...

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A Six Year Old's September 11

Daddy, there’s a hole in the big blue sky
Daddy, there’s a hole can you tell me why
Daddy, where are those  buildings that made up eleven
Will all those people go to heaven?

Daddy why does mommy hide her eyes
When she talks on phone about last goodbyes
She says everything is gonna be okay
but she won’t let us go outside to play.

And Daddy why do you sit in my room at night
All alone in the chair without the light?

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Signing in the stars...
Buying trendy cars...
Having a lot of money....
& life as sweet as honey...!

Having an island or two...
Or getting the moon would do...
Quality time with all the celebrities...
& a home with heaven-like-facilities !

Plucking the stars one by one...
Or dimming the light of the Sun...
Dragging the clouds to my roof-top....
& making the train of Time to stop....

This was how I dreamt as a child...
Crazy to the core...& oddly wild !

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Running away for love

This could change my life.
He knows all i want is to be his wife.
I'm so ready to be gone,
I'm so sick of feeling alone
Should i stay or should i go?
I ask my best friend and she says "hell no"
Its not like I'll be gone forever
Only one more year and we'll be back together.
Its a fresh new start,
With someone i love with my whole heart.
So many thoughts in my head
as i lay on this cold stiff bed.
I just want to be in your arms,
Just so scared of who this all harms.
My hand shakes as i write about this decision,
Like a new doctor making his first incision.
In my heart its a 100% yes
But in my head I'm thinking 'is this the best?'
All the thoughts of this goin right 
Out wieghs the thoughts saying 'this isnt so bright'
Finally out of the madness
No more having so much stress.
No more screaming in my face
Finally ill be in the right place
Just hoping they accept me into their home
Because God knows i cant do this alone.
This isnt a maybe
are you ready baby?

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Manhattan Soup

Years ago when the kids were young
A plan of action in my mind began

They ran around playing children's games
Peace of mine was never the same

When the boys dressed up they looked real cute
Fighting baddies they were in hot pursuit

Many months I put up with this
The noise, the screaming, tearing at my bliss

Then came the day all hell broke loose
No more their father could be a woose

Leonardo, Michelangelo were the first to be shelled
Raphael and Donatello were next to be felled

Once simmered with herbs and beautiful leek hoops
Teenage Ninjas, turned into Turtle Soup

Many hours of quietness in tranquillity followed
Whilst bowls of Manhattan Soup were delightfully swallowed

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Little Children

Oh, what a joy little children are ! Juice in the video, sick in the car. Untidy bedroom, scattered toys, girls playing nurses with little boys. Dogs' tails being pulled, a cat's on fire, interrupting the moments of love and desire. Passing the blame for their little crimes, playing with frogs all covered in slime. Screaming their heads off in a plush restaurant, having a tantrum when refused what they want. Arriving home late covered in mud, not going to bed when they know they should. Non-stop talking while dad's watching telly, splashing the walls with ice-cream and jelly. Chocolate stains on their Sunday best, painting funny pictures on granddad's vest. Why do parents' voices echo from afar, Oh, what a joy little children are !

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Leave Me With My Peanut Butter

Parsnips say I, oh please try them, do,
For Parsnips are so good for you!
But no, you just won’t try them, will you.
Instead, you stomp and cry and stew.

You’d rather waste your time with lettuce.
Fine for you, but please don’t tell us,
That what we need is more brown rice.
I think you’re just not very nice.

So off I go to eat with Martin.
He loves his pintos and just keeps fartin’
For taste is simply a personal matter
So, instead, I’ll just throw my parsnips at her.

Your lettuce wilts and rice gets sticky.
Oh, my, the food you like is icky.
So here I sit alone to stutter…
Please go and leave me with my peanut butter!

Or even my nice sweet chocolate bar.
To get it I would travel far,
Beyond the endless bars of salad.
So ends this trite but tasty ballad.

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Costumed creatures of the night,
Cinderellas and Snow Whites,
Power Rangers and Superman,
Pumpkins, pirates, Peter Pan.

Off they go in pure delight,
With watchful parents still in sight.
"Trick or treat!" the children sing,
In anticipation of sweet offerings.

Candy, gum and other treasures,
Guaranteed to bring them pleasure,
Fill their bags up as they go.
Door by door their booty grows.

Halloween brings back fond memories,
Of childhood fun with friends and family.
Dressing up and making believe,
Are what I like best about All Hallow's Eve.

Kim Merryman   9/25/11
for Russell Sivey's Halloween contest

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Childhood Faces

Know you this feeling that I get?

Alone with memories, I now sit.

Small and smiling face of an elf.

I thank you each for sharing myself.

Know you this fire in my eyes?

When with tears, I realize

This eternal echo never dies

To be relived each moment cries

Within us all we all shall live

To us all, this thought I give...

Over time's distance, I see our faces.

Cherished companions in my heart spaces.

Though the moon eludes, the sun yet chases.

So cherish our memories; our childhood faces.

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My Birthday is Here - PLEASE READ IMMEDIATLY -

Just to let you know,
A very special day is approaching

Taking place on May 24th

The day I was born
And my mother and me adjoined

Cuddled and comforted
In each other's love

Tomorrow is the day
That I turn thirteen

Finally I will have entered,
My teens

From then on it will be consumed
By hormones and PMS and what-not that I will deal with

Somehow I look forward to aging even more
I grow more mature, but also more old

I think I'll be taken
Quite a bit more seriously

Not treated like a child,
How most people think we should be 

So yes it will be my birthday,
In about two hours

I hope I get lots of comments
Wishing me a well one!!!!!

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Life Like A Child

To be a child again, ever fair 
as flora on treetops roam to dare
swaying bough's limbs on a river deep,
while night's music blesses your sleep.
Innocent those cheeks granting a flare
of quarter moon's sheen dipped everywhere.

Frolicking up in jackstone rhythm
playful kites soar in drifts unbidden--
if they flop downwards, we laugh anew
that my inner child regrows, through you.
Forgetting gray hairs at seventy- five,
your dimpled smiles tell me; I'm alive.

(Thoughts of grandfather about his grandson)
Relationship Contest, Regina Riddle
from Carly Lalion

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Who is Right?

Parents think they are always right But they are not. Children think they are always right But they are not. Everyone thinks they are always right. But they are not. So who is right? Everyone and noone.

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Lost, following darkness at an exaggerated speed.
 Feeling helpless with an ever growing need.

Trying to catch your breath with a tremendous scare.
 Its there, all you have to do is inhale the air.

Panic is an unwelcome, yet familiar friend.
 Dear God, tell me this isn't the end.

He isn't even six weeks old and here he lays. 
 Death banging at the door, chased away by she who prays.

Thank you for competent nurses who love their job. 
 Thank you for that stranger to hug you while you violently sob.

I love you more every day that I see my son's bright smile.
 You really never left me, you were there all the while.

I owe you my son's life and that broken piece of my heart.
 Thank you for not taking him away and ripping me apart.

Dedicated to God......

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A Poem For The Erudite

A Poem For The Erudite, it sure will be hot
Take the time out to listen, rubbish it's not
Straight from the life of a perspicacious young man
Try and comprehend it...I sure hope you can
There's a lot I can tell you, but I'll make it laconic
Words to astound/it works like a tonic
But, it all isn't good, I'm sure you'll agree
I robbed to support crack, went on a spree
Nonetheless, I must tell you about erstwhile things
About Cause and "Affect" and what it all brings
It started with punishment and led to abuse
Stomped, punched, and kicked like a piece of refuse
That was at home, a total nightmare
Told my story to many, few seemed to care
Yet, at school it was different, oui, au contraire 
There were many happy times, but, in all they were rare
Still, to escape from my father, a partial reprieve 
An escape so traumatic, you can hardly conceive
Fascinated by study, entwined in my thought
Trying to achieve, Knowledge I sought...
Then came junior high school, another hill to climb
Still, being etched deep in my mind
Then came the reefer, then came the coke
Life became heavy/like being grasped with a choke
Playing hooky from school to hang on "The Deuce" 
Leaving sadness behind/youth on the loose
Coming home at all hours, high on the drugs
Fending off admonishment/not verbally/with shrugs
Now, we come to part of my Crack addiction
On a mission to " Scotty"/incarceration/great friction
On a mission nuff years, retaining intelligent potential
Well, I couldn't lose everything, the mind is essential
But, through all this in prison, you can't know my chagrin
For nothing egregious/no unredeemable sin
But, remember I told you about Cause and Affect?
Recalled in my poem, I helped you reflect
Being abused was profound, a real heartache
There were many times I thought, my life I would take
But, instead I turned to crack/searching in vain
I know to crack you say/how gravely inane
Yet, there's a moral to this story/my life in review
I was abused and kicked crack....and you can kick too

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Time and Tide

Sometimes, it seems, we wait for our dreams
we wait a bit too long.

Our childish dreams are the fount of schemes
though they maybe waylaid along.

We read of mighty Hercules and Odysseus on the sea
for they rush to sirens song.

We wait, and wait at unopened gates, until our psyche screams
your life must soon be born.

The Great Wall called, but I was too late, it seems
perhaps, I got it wrong?

The grandeur had left in shrouded seams
as we bore and birthed the throng.

The pyramids, the stone, the sand, the Kings, the royal themes
ravaged by man and time forlorn.

So, do not wait, at that gate, follow your childish dreams
for St. Peter waits at another gate when Gabrielle blows his horn!

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A childs love

A child’s love, so freely given-
The love of which ordained by heaven-

With hands so small, so soft to hold-
The heart of time can be so cold-

With no love, or person caring-
Into my heart they all are staring-

My heart to them shall surely be open-
Charity, For loves sweet mercy has been given -

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A Halloween Tale

If you’re in the mood for a tale
Please come sit with me a spell

I’ll spin a yarn of sheer delight
Concerning October’s final night

Children dress up in their suits
Parents thinking, “Oh so cute”

Cauldron stirred by a giant spoon 
Evil laughter echoes from the room

Goblins called to do their deed
As Vampires prepare to feed

I remember once when I was a boy
My excited heart raced with joy

My friends and I took to the streets
Filling bags with precious treats

All night long running around
Till we hit every house in town

One final house on Graveyard Hill
Suddenly the night was frozen still

As we headed up the crooked path
We heard the evil witches laugh

Too scared to run too scared to stay
Too scared to think too scared to pray

The Iron Gate slammed with a clatter
Suddenly everything was the matter

Lightening crackled in the sky
As across the moon an owl did fly

A silhouette made not a sound
As a fog started to cover the ground

I thought of what my sister had said
“Graveyard Hill is where they keep the dead”

The silhouette stepped through the door
Said, “Greedy children want some more”

Suddenly monsters came out of the brush
As our screams echoed in the midnight hush

Those monsters eyes danced with delight
As they delivered us to the witch that night

As we all prepared to meet our ends
It was just my sister and her friends

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   When I was growing up, TV was all the rage
   You'd read the weekly guide from page to page.
   One of the shows that was never to be missed
   "The Honeymooners", where Alice always ended up being kissed.

   "Bang, Zoom, to the Moon Alice", Ralph would say
   Then realizing what a jerk he was, he would always have to pay.

   I remembered that line because I had a sibling - female
   One girl amongst five boys made her all too often wail.

   Being closest to me in terms of age
   She always wanted to tag along, which put me in a rage.

   My mother used to say to me more times than less
   "You have to treat your sister like a little Princess".

   Remembering all the times she made me mad
   I got an inspiration that I thought wasn't bad.

   One day my sister, whom I love so dear
   Went crying to my mother...with "Crocodile tears".

   So I was prepared for that eventful tryst
   Like Ralph...shaking my hand and raising my fist.

   And when my mom would her favorite line festoon,
   I answered back...

   "One day Mom, that little Princess is gonna be the Queen of the Moon!"

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Safe In My Arms

On quiet rivers may you  ride,
Knowing  I'll be there at your side.

Dream your dreams oh so sweet,
For there my love were sure to meet

Wake with smiles for each new day,
Your morning prayers I'll help you say.

Lull-a-bye my little one.
Sleep now, this precious day is done.

For My Grandson and for Catie's contest

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I want to remember the feeling of throwing a rock
Watching it skip as I stand on the dock

Never worrying how far it will go
If it gets there fast or slow

In that moment time moved as a snail
Nothing in this world could fail

It flies crooked & bounces wrong
Didn’t even skip for long
         And that’s ok
Because before you could think to care
Every little boy had another flying through the air

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Home Upon a Shore

From the back of a cul-de-sac the world one knows goes round and round
Woodlands to the rear, afore the home unplanted ground

The living scent of ocean and suburban family sounds
Mild days upon the sand, fresh night seafood on the town

Neighbors but in name, more aptly titled ghosts
Each group upon its own deck isolated in its roast

Few times a year a trip into the city for sport or rarest art
Salted pretzels, honeyed nuts, or steaming dogs upon a cart

One day all torn asunder, a household bound in strife
Pictures last not till forever, at least not in modern life

A home, a family, one small tale carried on to future years
To leave it all behind, a day of hopefulness and tears

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The Smile of a Child

It is something most of us take for granted
But a lack makes children's lives disenchanted
Though it cannot be completely prevented
Proper surgery can make a life less lamented
Unclasp those hands held so tightly in prayer
Help a child live a life that is not so full of despair
And give them a beautiful gift that is bereft of strife
Because the smile of a child is the greatest gift of life.

(in honor of the great work of - stop praying and start doing!)

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Sing Me To Sleep

Angelic, sauve tones sing me to sleep,
The others in their rooms strain to hear even a peep.

My personal Angels attend from above,
They keep me warm like a hand in a glove.

I cleave unto them, hold them tight.
They light up the black in the darkest night.

They show me love I've never seen,
They wipe my tears, my face they clean.

They tell me stories about their lives,
To be like God, each one strives.

I start to shut my lids, close my eyes,
And their voices start humming, with no surprise.

The others in their rooms strain to hear even a peep,
As angelic, sauve tones sing me to sleep.

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That Dog

-Dedicated to Abby (written in 3rd grade, okay.) 

there was a dog
she was my friend
she wasn't "just a mutt"
she always came when you called her name
and she always looked left and right 
before she crossed the street at night
i loved her so much
but now she's gone
that dog was special
that dog was sweet
she wasn't a "mutt"
she wasn't a "full-breed"
she was my friend
she's still in my heart
she's still in my mind
she's sitting, listening all the time
always with me
always there
not always licking my hair,
but there.

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Nose pressed against glass, breathing fog onto the already hazy window,
A boy peered out.

He saw not the dreary buildings sat mournfully on withered streets,
Nor did he see the sluggish pace of those who bared marks of unfulfilled dreams.

Light of the Sun reflected in his eyes,
Blinding, protecting him from the world he knew not.

Gifted with the sight of positivity,
He had yet to see the world through anything other than the cloudy window of naivety.

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Aunty Mable

Knock knock,
 “Who’s there?”
 “It’s Aunty Mable.”
Quick, let’s hide beneath the table.
I hate it when she comes round here,
She leaves me feeling rather queer.
Her top lip is adorned with bristle,
And when she speaks her false teeth whistle.
She never plucks that hair that grows
From the wart upon her nose.
I can’t stand that cat of hers,
It’s grumpy, mean and seldom purrs.
I’m not sure why she brings that broom.
She’s never swept a single room.
When she leaves our neighbour stares
At the big black pointy hat she wears.

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New Beginning

Introduction: It’s a piece dedicated to the lullaby of a different kind. It’s something which has happened to many out there, but the experience is distinctively significant…

A priceless surprise, silenced all in its tune By a soft heavenly cry, from the delivery room Only a few hours was the night; so young Where for the first time, she opened her eyes, While by her side her dearly loved one For the last time, closed her teary eyes Father held her near and resounded to her cry; But all mother could share was, this lullaby – The long last beep from the ECG Echoed her heartbeat…The last goodbye Happiness and sadness broke through the night With streams of tears for mother’s plight; She never had the chance to hold her close But left precious prayers that never left her side As she came down to their hearts Her soul flew up high apart, The transfer of two lives through one, Their journey was complete and done Caught within that reverie He conveyed the Azaan through her ears, In the wake of such irony He fell down to prostrate in tears When all hopes seemed to end, father’s prayer did transcend O’ Almighty became her closest friend and had for her a Grande plan, Under HIS mercy and HIS guide, she flourished through the darkest nights To a new beginning – she set off to write.

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Ode To the Buffoons

I believe it's the inner child in me
that lives through my kids vicariously.

When they settle down for a cartoon
I eagerly anticipate the lead buffoon.

From Patrick to Dee Dee to Cosmo the fairy
the ensuing silliness makes me quite merry.

So, here's to all the sweet, colorful twits
that send me off to joyful, endless laughing fits.

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A Steel Flower

Once I was naïve and innocent
And believed that everything was Heaven sent
I was like a flower – soft and gentle
Open to the slightest breeze’s pull
I grew in unbridled sunlight
Where everything was perfect and right

But then there came the long, hard frost
And in an instant life was lost
The will to live vanished so fast
And I became nothing but a steel cast
A cast of what I once was 
My wounds bandaged with metal – not gauze 
I became resistant to the breeze
Nothing seemed to put my soul at ease

But I chose life over death
And continued to take in deep breaths
While no longer so easily swayed
I haven’t lost all of my old ways
I’ve learned it’s not always wise to hide
And have come to embrace both sides
Of my life and who I hope I’ll become
Without forgetting where I’m from 

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Growing Up

Growing up
Isn't as easy as it seems

You don't just grow taller
Or wider

Your mind expands
You become mature

And you are handed
More demanding responsibilities

Growing up 
Isn't as easy as it seems

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Monsters under the bed

There are monsters under my bed
"Don't be silly!" mum and dad said
But there are you see, and they come out at night
They snarl and growl and give me a terrible fright
You can't see them, they're just there for me
They eat my cookies and slurp upo my tea
I can't get to sleep for the noise that they make
I tell them "Shut up!", but they laugh and make the bed shake
Oh what can I do to get rid of these fiends
They're smelly and ugly and frightfully mean
My big brother comes in and asks me "what's wrong?"
I tell him the monsters have been there too long
He takes a look under the bed, turns to me me, and then he says
"There are no monsters under your bed, you silly thing they're all in your head"
No way, I say, I know what I see
"well take a look now then" he says to me
So I do, and what do I see, myy ginger kitten slurping my tea!
No more monsters, not one in sight
So I snuggle upand turn off the light
I cuddle my kitten and say goodnight!

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Things Should Have Been Different

You showed me you loved me, you showed me you cared, 
Touching moments we both did share.
I really wanted you to be so strong, 
I always hoped that you would do no wrong. 

But then you glanced at me with that evil stare,
Lashing out at me without a care. 
Like an executioner, you struck with all of your might, 
Trying to expunge all of your failures in life.   
I became a thing of ugliness and disgust in your view,
So the thick leather belt became your malevolent tool. 
I longed to go back to those tender moments we shared, 
But instead I hid in a corner, alone, ashamed and scared. 
I now know I did not deserve such days of torment, such days of fear, 
Things should have been different, our relationship more dear.
Today I am told I must forgive you, I must no longer fret, 
So now I forgive you, but I can never forget. 

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Many girls of this generation love to wear a Halloween costume...
something unusual, not looking like a fair godmother, they assume.

Madonna is their idol too, more stylish than Lady Gaga, but much they seem to share...
they should choose the costume that will make them look much older than they are.

So girls barge in stores and buy that costume you'll love to wear on Halloween night,
don't grab anything that's out of style with bright colors that don't reflect moonlight.  

Look dangerous and manacing and chase away naughty boys dressed as vampires,
step on their tiny toes, if they try to grab you imitating bats with red, bloody eyes.

Have fun and smile, no night compares to this one with all the noise and sneers,
be careful not to stare at them for too long...their teeth are sharper than scissors.

Run and keep on screaming and they will stop chasing you or at least give up,
and if they springle Baby Podwer on you...make believe that's dust from a star. 

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Taken Another Peak

Taken Another Peak

When I had taken another peak
Each one of them was an antique
Which are in bookcase on display;
I do go and see them everyday.

There is a Donald, Minnie and a Mickey;
Looking underneath may be pretty tricky;
Letters are hard to see and badly worn
One of them even was slightly torn.

Their each day was many years ago
And older I get each one seems slow
But when at Rubber Ducky's I do look
Reminds me of reading a story book.

James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran

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a childs plea

written 10th sept 2011

Dirty rottenscum
to take the life of an innersent one
taken my childhood
but not thrown into adulthood
you've given me a life of pain
certainly never again to be the same
but I've found freedom
within Gods kingdom

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Badge of Dishonor

This is a story, I'm not fond to recall
One decade ago, when my daughter was small
She was too young for Girl Scouts, instead, joined a troop
Of young "Brownie" fledglings...there were ten in her group

They needed a leader, I stepped up in command !
Like a proud mother soldier, I would lend them a hand !!
They would come to our house, and we'd do arts and crafts
I'd serve milk and cookies, as each afternoon passed...

Part of my plan, so they'd be fit and strong...
Was to learn about nature...but things went sooo wrong!!
We had gone for a wander the woods...
Finding interesting leaves, and whatever we could..

They ran a few races.  We played hide-and-seek
A few roasted hot dogs, near the rush of a creek
By late afternoon,....we called it a day
I gathered the girls....and to my terrible dismay!!.....

The girls had been hiding, in red poison oak!!
What a dummy I was......and that is NO JOKE !!
When I took the girls home....expecting insults....
The parents were kind.   But here are results.....

From ten little girls....there were rashes on nine...
We emptied the drug stores of all Calomine!!!

           Because of that day,  I lost my good name....
           But  I did earn a badge, in the new hall of shame

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To anyone without a Father

Fathers are the foundation for a child,
Their role is far from mild,

So many children grow up without a dad,
Deep inside it scars them bad,

So many daughters are never raised,
They lacked the encouragement and emotional praise,

Daughters need to be shown how to be treated,
So when they grow up they don’t become defeated,

Son’s need a man to look up to,
Someone to help push them through,

So many sons never learn how,
To stand by a woman and what it means to keep a vow,

Generations repeat when they don’t get to see,
The impact of a father and how positive it should be,

However, there is a Father that won’t go away,
His loves is like the endless sky,
He is the love that will never leave you or tell you a lie,

He will warm you up like the blazing sun,
Protect your life, and he does not need a gun,

He will wipe your tears when you are down,
He will calm your fears when there’s no one to be found,

His mercy is as deep as the ocean,
He will make you smile, while your going through lifes motions,

He will encourage you after you made a mess,
Then turn it around, and give you his best,

He will never leave you nor forsake you,
This kind of father will never break you,

A Father to the fatherless,
A Friend to the lonely,
A Love that’s pure and never phony,

So if you are alone on this Father’s Day,
And you have an earthly dad that caused you disarray,

Look up to the heavens, far past outer space,
And know that there is a Love that no man on this earth can replace.

By: Sabina Nicole

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Sibling Rivalry: Hitting

Sibling Rivalry: Hitting
     By Dane Smith-Johnsen

Time after time my brother hit me.
Rather than fight, I would quickly flee.
Too many days, I ran into mom.
Sometimes she'd explode just like a bomb!

One day she looked me straight in the eye.
You must fight back. You must at least try.
Don't come crying, if you haven't hit back.
I will spank you.  You'll feel the switch crack.

How I could do it, I did not know.
Smack my brother so courage would grow?
For several days, he left me alone.
Then, it happened, a hit then a moan.

Down on the ground, he was in a flash.
I, on his chest, his face I did bash.
Over and over my fist hit face.
One last slug and to mom I did race.

Right behind me, steadily crying.
To hear him, you'd think he was dying.
She started to scold; I did remind.
You said, “Hit him… “ Or trouble was mine. 

That was the day I stood for myself.
And put some fear to rest on a shelf.
The day I learned, through my brother's moan.
Thanks goes to Mom, my courage had grown.

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Betrayal apology

Betraying a friend is wrong
I should have known this all along
For I should have given you my trust
Instead I screamed and cussed
So to my dismay
To this very day
All I can think is I am sorry
Just know my eyes are starry
Because every time I look at you
I see what I almost blew
And it make me sad to think
That all in a blink
You could be just gone
And I would be lonely for so long
That all I try to say
Although it may be cliche
I love you, from your boy Jay <3

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Role Reversal

If teachers were students,
They would certainly be prudent.
When they would get a teacher free class,
They would certainly be seriously studious.
None to dictate and lecture the class,
Would let them hit the books obviating usual fuss.
If their freedom limit is even infinite,
Classroom is “Pin drop silence”, that’s definite!
Even when Half Yearly is finished,
Their wish for studying wouldn’t be diminished.
Trousers from the waist, head with oil base,
Big spectacles covering the whole face;
Would they miss a single instruction?
Even a single note because of the Annual Function!
If they committed a mistake, though once in a blue moon;
Even imagining doing it again would make them swoon.
But if we go deep down these perfect souls,
Down their memory lane, there must be some hole.
Now let’s come back to the tangible world,
Where the real students are completely unfurled;
Let’s hope the above conditions be true
Otherwise how can we show what we can do?
Wishes are wishes, “sky is sunny blue”
Could you suggest how to put it through?

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From my very first moment  I was "round"
Easily verified by pictures found

Such an adorable little lass
Even though having some extra mass

Having  dimples here and dimples there
Always sporting pigtails in my hair

My  sweet face a perfect little ball
Unfortunately, I was not so very tall

 Never met a person I didn't like
Always such an engaging little tyke

To be a pudgy princess was my plight
Now, happily" round" in places right

For the Baby-Boo

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Imagine that

Imagine tying bed-springs
   To your feet
       And bouncing up and down the street

Imagine fixing a kite 
   to your back
      and flying up for a cloudy snack

imagine building a rocket ship
   full of dials and lights that blip
     roaring up into the winking sky

imagine having a mom and dad
   to kiss the good and punch the bad
     and lullabying a dreamy head
     to sleep

imagine that…

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“Did Einstein have computer?”
“Internet can tell you better.”
“People there know the answer to this?
How can they, if they didn’t belong to the generation of his?”
 “Because people research, working seriously;
Not like you, questioning continuously.”
“But my dad says that curiosity is good.”
“But unearthly quests do not have fruit.”
“Didn’t the telephone idea seem weird before it was devised?”
“Just go home and focus on the chapters which you have to revise.”
“But among those chapters are the authors’ thoughts;
Their brain carrying knowledge of all sorts;
Most of them I heard, were weird like me
They had this great power of envisioning things that others couldn’t see!
 Isn’t it great to write something so that the whole world reads it?”
“Yes, but you have to revise your present chapters to achieve it.”
“But Uncle Tom although topping high school;
Became none other than some company’s managing tool!”
“It doesn’t matter until your salary is good
And you can always have your favorite food.”
“But I don’t think about money,
I want to find out how all days are sunny.”
“Okay okay don’t earn a dime
Arguing with you is a waste of time
 I give up! Now you should be gratified
Among the world, I wonder when you will be identified
Sit and hope till then,
And make the people around you insane!”

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The word I hate, the most detested of all, makes me so angry by blood starts to boil. A word chosen for recognition alone, the making of a slave to keep me at home. . It reminds of a time when life was full of fear, too small to defend myself, nobody cared. To hear this word meant only one thing, times ticked down for another hiding. A trapped little child with nowhere to run, hardly ever allowed to have any real fun. This word made me want to never be the same, a frightened little child scared of my own name.

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Daddy Please

Why can’t you see?
You love that bottle more than me.

I’m crying out to you!
Do you know what you put me through?

I know why you’re sad.
My brother’s been bad.

You lost him he’s gone.
But I’m still here and you’re doing this all wrong.

Bottle before me, unfair sacrifice.
If you’re not careful you’ll lose twice.

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Sleepless 10 Year-Old

I'm trying to do nothing But I keep doing something Though I'm not doing much I've still got the magic touch I'm trying to go to sleep Without saying a peep It's hard to try But even harder to cry I'm trying to dance Without losing my pants Hopefully I will grow taller Without having to holler I will try and go to bed As my mother had said So I might start a fight But I'm trying with all my might To be polite So goodnight alright

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A Winters Walk

A winter’s walk may sound cold and unexciting.
Would you believe it can be so warm and inviting?
Indeed the beauty that is seen can warm you inside.
Not just the bright scene of snow, bringing pride.
Take the fresh smells that surround season’s glory.
Each step that you take brings forward a story.
Remembering childhood play, snowball fights you won.
Sled riding with friends to see who could be number one,
When your spirit and mind recalls adventures of past,
Angels shall fly overhead and fulfill your soul fast.
Let’s bundle ourselves go for a walk along this lane.
Knowing sweet hot cocoa waits, within our domain.

written for
Sponsor Francine Roberts 
Contest Name A Winter Couplet  

my choice topic
2)a winter's walk
  Couplet--- Acrostic

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Magic Willow

There once was a boy and a magic willow tree 
For in this tree the boy was all that he could be

The tree was old and strong
And together is where they belong

The branches hung low but the tree stood high
And together the boy believed they could fly

Adventures would arise
Many bad guys found there demise

The tree was a space ship ready for flight
To take the boy far out of sight

The tree was a fort
Or a big ship coming to port

The tree was a jungle gym
Letting the boy swing from limb to limb

When the boy ran out of imagination 
This was not cause for hesitation

He still had yet to reach the top
Maybe a little afraid of the drop

But with this tree nothing was impossible 
No adventure was ever stoppable

The higher the boy climbed 
The more the world shined

As the top grew near
Far was he from fear

Together they saved the day
And all along it was just play

There came a time when the tree had to go
The boy was sad, but he did not know
That where this tree once stood, many more would grow

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A young boy who’d been told often enough of the virtues of honesty,
Resolved to tread the same path even in difficulty.

He decided he’d never tell lie nor steal things,
Love all those around him, be they paupers or kings.

He knew the path he’d chosen was going to be tough,
And the journey he had initiated was going to be rough.

But his resolve was firm and his mind was set,
He wanted to find the truth in the advice that he’d never forget.

Saying so, he walked forth, never to turn back again,
To bear all that befell, sunshine or rain.

But how was he to know of the hardships to come,
For advices are not to be followed, only to be given by some.

The very next day at school, the teacher asked him a question he didn’t know,
He refused to cheat, even when proffered to so.

So he was beaten by his teacher for his ignorance,
But he bore his first reward of honesty with forbearance.

And later in the day when his teacher asked him if he had taught well,
He replied honestly, that he thought it was worse than hell.

The teacher was infuriated by his remark hence,
And he was beaten again for his insolence.

He uttered not a cry nor did he complain,
The path of righteousness was difficult to him it was plain.

When back at home his mother asked him how he’d fared at school that day,
His honest reply infuriated her straightaway.

So he was beaten once again,
The poor boy, his honesty did not go in vain.

And then, while playing his team decided to cheat,
But he was honest enough to point it out to the kids across the street.

Furious now his teammates told him to quit the field,
From their wrath, his honesty did not shield.

But the poor fellow bore it with courage and goodwill,
It was a small price for honesty, he decided still.

And when in the evening, he had guests at his place,
He honestly told them they’re a great nuisance on their face.

This remark annoyed his father no end,
And the poor fellow was grounded for the weekend.

All his agonies made him realise with tact,
That advices look good only in books is a fact.

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Old Red Barn

The old red barn is falling down
But we don't care, we've moved to town
We couldn't keep the farm after Papa died
There was too much work, but we tried
Life on a farm can take it's toll
You can still be young, but feel so old
I now work in a Wal Mart store
And Mama doesn't have to work any more
Sis got married and moved away
And we miss her every day
So let the old red barn fall down
We don't care, we've moved to town

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Falling Star

Shining, sparkling in the darkness night You’re the light from above that so bright A falling star that I’ve been waiting Hear my wishes as now I whisper And feel what my heart is been a desire Falling star you like an angel Send by heaven with a magic spell Show to me the light that dance in a glow, I hear you singing as you go away It granted my wishes as like what I say To let my dear friend here to stay. Twinkle, dazzling, dancing in neon light let you be an angel and keep us guide can I touch you and hold you tight all I can do is to stare at you saying my wishes hope it will come true.
----September 2009.----

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Still Connected

From planted seeds, trees have grown.
My hope, regards this scene, is to remind you of home.

Rooted and grounded have the trees come to be.
From different forests, though, are both you and me.

Yet, like one tree that grows and bares many branches:
Rather northward, to the south, eastward, or to the west;

And no matter where fruits from a tree are selected.
I want you to know we're still connected.

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Ode to the Ozarks

Growing up in the Ozarks, for brother, sister and me
meant, for the most part, that we were totally free.

We had freedom to explore, to roam about at will,
there was no one to fear in those Arkansas hills.

We searched for wild plums, grapes and berries,
knowing Mother would make luscious jams and jellies.

We listened for the owls in the stillness of the night,
the call of the whippoorwill, waking us at first light.

The woods were calling, luring us farther each day,
eager to investigate, we did chores without delay.

We gathered mushrooms, springing up after a rain,
Mom would "fry them up," serve lunch fit for a king.

Terrapins and "tumblebugs" were fascinating to watch,
we spent time in stillness observing their steady march.

Wildflowers were abundant, struggling up through rocks,
signaling us that it was time to shed our shoes and socks.

We ran barefoot in summer, our soles tough as leather,
one pair of shoes per year, saved for cold weather.

We climbed over rail fences and through barbed wire too,
where persistent beggar's lice clung to clothes like glue.

We made our own toys, such as the "guide & wheel,"
keeping the wheel rolling took practice and skill.

We swept leaves away, hauled rocks till muscles burned,
built outdoor playhouses, impersonated adults by turn.

Fueling our imaginations and fostering dreams untold,
our play brought us together in a love we'd always hold.

This poem would go on and on if I named every pleasure,
suffice it to say instead we've many memories to treasure

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Oh, to be Young

Oh, to be young again
To do the things I did then
To run and play, dance and sing
With not a worry about anything

Oh to be young once more
Before middle age crept in the door
Before the pull of gravity
Made these wrinkles on my knee

Oh, to be young and in my prime
Happy-go-lucky all of the time
All my dreams were ahead of me
Knowing just what I wanted to be

Oh, to be young an physically fit
Doing things just for the fun of it
Crazy and wild and taking risks
Before I had herniated disks

Oh, to be young and so smart
No worries about a broken heart
Thinking life would always be
The way it was for you and me

Oh, to be young and free
I would not go back, you see
Unless I knew what I know now
Mistakes I made, I'd fix somehow

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Gender inequity thought harmless, normal,
causes gendercide in dark alleys less formal.

In        India,      China,            and Pakistan
Girl children when born are killed out of hand.

Still wet from the womb and with no regret,
they are poisoned or starved, seen as a debt.

The cost of their life’s enormous     dowries;
for in parts of our world       they’re property.

Sold if they’re lucky to live as      chattel
closed in houses less valued than cattle.

Equality    denied            by fathers, sons
new prostitutes formed by girls on the run.

        What of the gender equity crisis I say
the twenty-first century, still this way?

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as you go through the closet
and pick up the locket

your breath becomes short
and your mind reports

the memories held within
they never where grim

you remember the child
that always had a smile

the quiet days spent
watching the world become wet

as the tears from the sky
washed the dirt from your eye
and brought life back again

the time would fly
and you would cry
because the feeling was so good

but the day would end
and you wake up again
ready to start anew

then the ambulance came
and they kept you at bay
as they took your whole life away

and with your hand on the locket
the other in your pocket
you watched them drive away

The next day you sit and wait
with the same loving grin
for them to come home

every day you sit and wait
longing their return

every day in the same place
for days and days you wait

every day they would all say
"she isent coming back"

but you would wait
and wait
never looking back
with a hand on your locket
and the other in your pocket.

the threads where well sown
so you never let go
to all your hopes and dreams

and when you return
know i have not mourned

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Barefoot Child

I remember summer fun as a child
Going barefoot, running wild
Catching fireflies in a jar
Making a wish on a shooting star

Skinny dipping in the creek
Playing kick the can and hide-n-seek
Riding a stick pony, with an old straw hat
Major league ball with a broom stick bat

Making pinkie promises with my friend
Hoping summer would never end
But all too soon the summer was gone
And before I knew it, the years had flown

Sometimes I wish I could have one day
When all the years just melt away
So I could go back then
And be that barefoot child of ten

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Those Thoughts (extended version)

Nightmares, shame, and despair---
You don't go anywhere.
All alone in your mind
even with someone by your side.

You think, "Why can't everyone just leave me alone?"
You thought the hint would be cutting off the phone.
But everyone wants you to release your cares.
The next thing you do is frown and ask, "Where?"

Stinkin' thinkin' is what your mom calls it.
Bad thoughts falling down a bottomless pit.
You wake up hoping those feelings disappear;
but, as usual they end up going nowhere.

You can't seem to get rid of the pain
and in your heart an eternal rain.
No one really knows how you feel
and you have friends that always ask, "What the deal?"

But tomorrow always comes.
Bad days for you, but good for some.
Disparaging words flow in and out of your head.
You're alive but you're living like you're dead!

They're like cobwebs in your mind
that you can't seen to bind.
The hurt is always there
which has always been your fear.

You don't see the destruction your thoughts have created.
Yet relationships were destroyed with the people you've dated.
You allowed your pain to take away time.
Your anger towards others has become the real crime.

It all boils down to that one thing in your past.
A terrible time that from your mind you've yet to cast.
The pain from the physical and spiritual rape
that rolled around in your head like an old videotape.

The abuser was like a father to you
and when it first happened there was nothing you could do.
You felt trapped like you could go nowhere.
His power over you was to instill that fear.

The "fear" is what's wrong
and you must discover another heart song.
Up to this point life hasn't been the best.
Maybe letting go of this is the next test.

There has always been someone that has loved you.
Someone who is capable of taking you through.
He's a Friend that sticks closer than a brother,
Jesus--- a Savior like no other!

If you don't give it to Him so you can thrive
you will plummet to the depths and never survive.

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“I saw it!  Did you see?”
“Where?” she says  to me.
“In the sky . . .in the clouds I saw
A great fat curly dinosaur. . .  

See the hills, the monsters, the feathers, the ice cream?” 
She says, “You mean like in a dream?”
“Kinda, they’re all in disguise 
And you gotta find ‘em in the skies.”

Ok, I got it now  - she laughs and sighs
“The guys in disguise in the skies”
I laughs and says, “Hel, it’s a prob when you’re three,
But it’s easy when you’re thirty three.”

She looks at me and at the sky  -
“When we go home for tea and apple pie
Please will you tell me a story out loud
About those feathery monsters in the cloud?”

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(  Another tale of my darling daughter when she was three  )

Written by Sydney Peck

for G. Rix's  Contest    Dr. Seuss is On the Loose

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I have this desire
To write and inspire.
But would the world open its ears and listen
When most of my life has already been written?
What about my life could possibly be said
To make it worthy of being read?
Sexually abused by a family friend,
These were dark times that seemed to have no end.
Raped and verbally abused,
This was a life I didn’t choose. 
As a third grader I was obsessed with my mortality.
My mother had a severe hoarding tendency. 
My father was physically there, but emotionally absent.
I possessed a strong fear of peer judgment.
Drugs and alcohol littered my street.
Strangers became the only people I’d meet.
 I saw men bleed until their last breath.
I’ve felt the sting of a premature death.
I saw evil on a daily basis. 
I became just a number in a social worker’s cases. 
I feared I’d be called a liar.
It was a constant battle to keep my head held higher.
The stories of my life could fill a book,
But would anyone bother to take a look?

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Childhood such a time
        was it.

When youth was here
to stay, or so we thought.

Waiting so patiently
for adulthood to arrive.

Summers were spent
in carefree days of play.

Friends we held so
dear to our hearts,

were there for us
to lean on.

Life was so simple
summer time,

was our holiday
to spend as we wished.

Those gleeful times
now have vanished.

Adulthood has
arrived and we,

are dreaming
of those days,

long ago
when we were,

so young and
so free.

wrote 12-1-08

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Sad Ending for the Lighting Bug

I marvel at the little lighting bug
Who seemingly lights its own way
For its doing for communicating
Is target for little hands made

Placed gently inside an old mason jar 
Grandmother has long discarded
Little lighting bug blinks its yellow light 
And how we begin to marvel

And run to the more to fill our flashlights
Until call to come inside made
For it is way past dark, supper to eat
Setting lights atop the porch step

Little feet run to wash and jars left lone
The cool of night falls to cover
Its temps forbade the life giving power
Now dead the little marvels made

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Writers Rock

Like to get rabies.
That's the way babies rock.

Like nice highlighters.
That's the way Writers rock.

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Children just  don’t remember  they’ve got feet
And deliberately fall, giggling  -  it’s sweet
Treading the leaves in gutter here:
It don’t hurt to fall on your rear.

Bursting handfuls of big yellow leaves  -
Oh, what a collection-pattern it weaves:
Red, orange with spots of lavender  -
Love-given bouquet for  indulgent mother.

Look in the mirror but it’s not you;
The real you is inside you :
Nothing to do with rears or feet.
Being three years old is so neat.

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Remembering a Garden

I taste and feel the rich soil , sifting it through my fingers 
Looking back on my childhood, a memory lingers
In the evening my father would take down the hoe
Mother behind..letting her happiness show

Together they'd work  and talk of the day
Secret smiles,  laughter.., their time to play

The garden was sustenance in a time of great need
They counted on return from every small seed

But the simple pleasure they got from the task
Is the treasure I seek, no more could I ask

My Assigned Theme...My Garden

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Babe In Arms

Sweet cradled child, you slumber so
With gentle breathings, soft and slow

  The love I feel I cannot speak
  Or tears would glaze upon my cheek

    I hold you close beneath the pane
    The night outside, it whispers rain

      The clouds drift by, one star that shines
      Upon your face, as moonlight finds

        A face so graced by angel wings
        Pink cheeks and eyelash flutterings

          Do you dream, sweet one, of magic lands?
          And while you sleep, you grab my hand

            Pink tiny fist, that clings to me
            I pray your world will always be

              A gentle place, that watches thee
              Do you dream along a open sea?

                Do you sail on clouds and over trees? 
                Or meadows with a soothing breeze?

                  If a cloud brings rain to darken skies
                  May the angels watch with twinkling eyes

                    May they keep you safe in tender ways
                    Till the sun shines bright for other days

                       So sleep my babe, I'll hold you tight
                       I'll sing this song for you tonight...


For Catie Lindsey's contest "Sing Me A Lullabye"

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Teaching is when a kid eventually 
Smiles and says  “Oh yeah, I see.”
And you push a little more
Till she’s through  another door.

Teaching is sticking with a faller
Till he learns to walk taller -
Holding the rope so he can climb
And reach  up for the very first time.

Teaching   is   lesson-showing
To  a  hopeless-seeming  kid,
And she surprises by  grasping  something 
That  you yourself  never did.

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Past, Present, Future

I lived a life of sorrow and pain
     No rest for the weak, no hope of gain

A trapped soul and broken heart
     A lack of love from the start

A spark of hope hastily smothered
     A glimpse of light quickly covered

No choice in life but to cower in fear
     Forced to sit and drown in my tears

"Don't make a sound and don't talk back
     Do what you're told. Don't give us flack!"

I sink deeper in a pit of despair
     I cry inside, "this isn't fair!"

Then water couldn't dowse, sand couldn't smother
     A certain spark of truth in another

When the truth came out and the culprit was caught
     We finally let go of the lies we were taught

I escaped a life of lies and deceit
     Now it's up to me to stand on my feet

Now I start over... let go of the past
     A new life is mine... the old, outcast

Now I smile as joy floods my soul
     I know happiness now and my life feels whole

I've let go of my past. It's over and done
     But my future is bright like the shinning sun

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Mama said wipe your feet
I just mopped the floor
Mama said don't yell so loud
And don't slam the door
Mama said feed the dog
Then go set the table
Mama said you must cook
For I just wasn't able
Mama said a lot of things
Heaven knows it's true
But one thing Mama never said was
I love you

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Mr. Dan Makes Things

Mr. Dan is such a happy man,
He makes wooden things with his hands.

He makes toy boats and awesome trucks,
And the best, life-like wooden ducks.

Once he made mom a pair of swans,
That she placed on our front lawn.

He made grandma a lovely white cart,
Then painted on it pretty pink hearts.

He made my sister a nice blue bench,
That we sit on by the fence.

Next he made dad, a wooden duck,
Then told him, it would bring him luck.

For me, he made the coolest kite,
That went up and up right out of sight!

Yes, Mr. Dan is such a wonderful man,
I wish I could make things with my hands.

I would make Mr. Dan his very own store,
Then place his name upon the door.

So all could see his handmaid things,
Especially, his bright-red wooden swings.

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Sisters are people who care
Sisters are people who listen and share
Sisters are love
Like a gift from above
Someone who sees the best in what you do
Someone who was always around as you grew
Anybody can be a "sister"
But can they be a friend too?

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Eat Your Greens!

By Deb and Dane

“You need to eat real greens.” Mom alarm!
The child went for the ‘ucky Charms.

“What? You're eating sugar transformed!”
They don’t grow that on any farm!”

“You need to eat real greens.” Mom said.
Boyo reached for the Charms instead.

“But Ma. The box says it full of vitamins!”
“Better be! It wasn’t laid by hens!”

“That cereal is nothing but sugar, honey.
Companies sell it to makes lots of money.”

“Then, why’d Dad buy it for the house?
Did you plan to feed it to the mouse?”

“You need to eat garden-fresh food.
You know; been told, I’m in NO mood.”

“PLEASE, Ma!  Charms and milk won’t cause harm!
Milk does come from a dairy farm”

“’ucky Charms might be a nice snack,
But meals must be nutrition packed.”

“You eat lots of Charms, zap! It seems.
More vitamins than ‘ucky greens!

Three bowls downed were his tasty meal.
Out like a light, he seemed to reel.

(Sugar shock set in, burnt him out.)
He woke SO sick. Was there a doubt?

“We’re going to the Doctor now!
Mother said shouting "Holy Cow!"

He’ll give you a little pink pill.
To cure ALL your rambunctious ills

(Rushed to the doctor for some help.)
Sick as a 
dog was this young whelp.

Dad had to pay for ‘ucky Charms
Boyo paid for not eating FARM!

Corps. got paid, pill and cereal.
Doc. got paid  insurance by deal.

Round and round so this story goes.
EAT RIGHT and you'll stop THEIR green flow.

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Mom was a person of indisputable integrity...
teaching siblings the strict rules of equality.

A voice of tender words to remember her by...
a dazzling light invading my tenebrous sky.

Mother was more glittering and worthier than any gold...
with the purest faith and the wisdom of growing old.

I was very blessed to have had such a loving, nurturing mother...
her purity vanquished my vicissitude, and kept me from error.

She adored jewels, but she loved me more than them...
and she wore a long necklace of opulent elegance. 

I am very proud and glad to have inherited that spirit from the South... 
and reflecting on her virtuous life, it has given me strength and worth.

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When I Was A King

Woken was the king to a reality when he was once great. 
He rises to his feet to rise to the occasion, but only to find out he’s years too late. 

You see, all good things must come to an end. 
There are more things important than the money you spend.

Time is on the side to those who side with it.
Don’t blink because beauty you just might miss it.

The beast is the truth, and the lie you told yourself.
With love there is no need for wealth as I always say myself.

The throne slips through your fingers like sand.
No longer do you have a queen to hold your hand.

They say it’s better to have loved & lost than to have never loved at all.
I disagree because I see her face on every girl as she is my downfall.

However, you cannot force a king to rule. 
He might be cut out to jester or be a petty fool. 

The queen may never have been a queen to start.
She might take your riches & rob your heart.

I was once a king…
But I’m nothing more than a boy lost in love with no hand for my ring. 

I guess love had my imagination in an odd place.
Either that or I should have seen the signs when you wanted “space.”

My mother always said my first love would be a fling…
But 3 years later I still feel like she was my queen & I was her king…

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My Little Princess

Gotta go down to Heaven's Jublee store
To buy a speical gift for the one I adore

Doesn't matter if it's big or small
She won't care at all

Just as long it comes from me
I know she'll be totaly happy

Jenny is her name
So I have to think of something insane

Maybe a doll
Or some kind of ball

I know it's gotta be pink
Or she'll think it will stink

She loves the moon and stars
And how they twinkle from the galaxe so far

So maybe something glittery
For someone else to come see

Awe there you are
Hiding under barbies car

Aw shucks only one left
Someone could call this a theft

A bargin deal on this star shaped pillow
To rest her little head under our wheeping willow

Now to give it a name
Not to name it would be such a shame

So I'll call it my little princess of the stars
Because it fits her boldness by far

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Teach Your Children Well (Thanks to C. S. & N.)

What can we should we tell
of the beauty within which we dwell.

The gift so soft and hard and complicated
the mating dance in which we’re sated.

As first bloom crosses childlike cheeks
and fair heart doth skip a beat.

Would it not be best for love to be described
in loving ways in gracious sighs.

The dew on brow, the stomachs turn
the greatest God gift for which we yearn.

Let the body temple be thus glorified
let its given sanctity not be vilified.

Each creature large and small loves.
See this, look, fear not it’s from above.

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A Mochary of Democracy

Watch away the seconds, the hands of time
Whether its a life of glamour or a life of grime
minutes make hours and hours make days
Good thing Bad thing the memory stays
The life you lead is through your own choice
dont be controlled stand up and have a voice
Bad life is hatred, a gaping big hole
we are all human just bricks in a wall
the more bricks you use the higher they tower
As the bricks increace so does the power
Truth is false, hope is gone
The land of the weak dominated by the strong
Another worl leader another bomb drops
being raised as a boy in a bubble but now the bubble pops
If the message is there to help then why is it so subliminal
If crime never pays then why is there so many criminals
This country is strong, protected by political fear
If the world is such a dangerous place, how much longer are we here

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The Way It Was

Summer time was filled with laughter and fun
Childhood remembered playing in the sun
Swimming holes and watermelon served ice cold
You can’t go home again, so I have been told
But home, I go,when my mind drifts back
To ice cream socials, rodeos, supper in a sack
Hay meadows kissed by the morning dew
Sitting on the porch on an old church pew
The smell of the rain and the grass when you mow
Memories take me there anytime I want to go

Cotton patch battles with that old Johnson grass
Learning how to cook, the burning of the trash
Toting water buckets , feeding those old dogs
Making a log cabin simply outlined by logs
Nehi grape soda's purple circles on your lip
Visiting relatives, always ready for the trip
Learning to ride a bike and skinning your knee
Picking juicy peaches from that old peach tree
Snow cones, ice cream, a RC and a moon pie
Memories like this can bring a tear to your eye

A tear of joy for all things simple and sweet
Waving at your neighbors, whenever you meet
Listening to the radio and sleeping outside
Playing hide ‘n seek, knowing just where to hide
Frog legs, crawfish, and running a trot line
A better kind of life you will never find
Just a poor white girl living in the sticks
Not a bit ashamed that we were called hicks
This is the life I enjoyed as a kid
You say you can’t go back, well, I just did

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Patient X

Plagued ebony tongue of evil spores;
Invitro beings with polluted cores.
Soul's lab of hope in dreamer's test tube;
A puzzle solver's Rubik cube.
Spirit smashed in life's dress rehearsal;
Faith inside psychology's Reversal.
Wounding truth upon lips spoken;
within a heart, opaquely, broken.
Felt and touched through words' real life;
The hidden angst of heart in strife.
Emotions conflict in mind's sweet shop;
Laned childhood memoirs' spinning top.
Down yester's avenue are audible taunts;
The not so abandoned ruin, haunts.
Chemical bodies infect and deceive;
Equation's encouragement to bravely believe.
Fears overboard in blood stream's boat;
Sailed backbone ventures' antidote.

© March 2013

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Grandma's Rhyme Regarding Money

If it don’t make dollars, it don’t make sense,
Because ain’t nothing going on but the rent.

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I live just south of Windymoor

a place you may have seen before

when you were one or two or three

I made it up for kids like me

who never grew up with their years

who want to play on through their tears

it's colors glow on castle towers

and sparkle on through snow or showers.

A princess laughs and sings all day
she waits for you to come and play,
anytime you have to spare,
just call to me and I'll be there.

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Sweet Thing

  Confection caught between your teeth,
I wasn't good enough to eat.
  You Spat me out after the taste,
was cloying to you and debased.
  While I, there on the eaten side,
gave up my heart and soul and pride.
  Tasted ,Wasted,and Defiled..........
What kind of beast consumes a child?

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Tearfilled eyes , I watch her ,  N happen to wonder... 
Does she know that my thoughts go with her, yonder ?

That, in my every smile, my every bliss,
Its HER that I desperately miss ?

That every time SHE kisses me Adieu 
My heart, it screams inside " No ! I'll always want u ! " ?

That evry sec, each passing day, 
I go desperate wishin she'd come this way ?

That evry time she comes to see me off
Its tears that I lock back within my laugh ?

That evry sweet smile of her's, dunno why
Drives me to despair, to heave, to sigh ?  

That evry time, my love, I try to declare..
Words can just NEVER get me there ?

That she's my strength, n she's my fire
Life without her'd have gone haywire ?

That she's the one who keeps me sane
When life withers me out, she's my rain ?

That no matter what I'm, no matter where I go,
I do reap, but that which she did sow ?

That deep within, with love much untold
Its HER, whom, closer than heartbeats I do hold ?

That come wild weather, or the torrentous tide
The Zenith is mine, when she's beside ?

That lost though I may be, in worldly glory
Its SHE who writes, n directs my story ?

That should  the whole World stand by, n prant n sneer,
I can still close my eyes, n walk her way sans fear ?


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Education For Life

Changing schools was the rule
Never stayed long and get in the groove

Making friends never ended
Fitting in was always mended

So a loner I became
I don't remember many names

But I learned to love to learn
Still have a heart that yearns

For knowledge on many subject
Even on aliens that abducted

Went to college after I wed
When all my children were in school instead

Finished a college degree
When I held a grandson on my knee

Then I continued my education
Master's Degree in Christian Station

Ten hours on a PhD got so tired
Oh! I was totally mired

Thinking about going again on a wager
Work on a psychology major

With a minor in poetry  
Where I can write and just be me

(Poor excuse for a couplet but will have to do.  This is for Education Game passed to me by 
my lovely daughter Doris Culverhouse who received the torch from James Frazer.  I pass the 
thinking cap to James Marshall Goff to write a poem about education.)

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Halloween Preparations

A slide of sticky slimy glue
Newspaper on an orange balloon

Red sheets over all the lights 
Corners full of plastic mites

Spiders hangs from a thread
A fancy lady with out a head

Pumpkins spilling out their guts
Liquid oozing from long fresh cuts

Green pocked zombies from Montana 
Outer-space vampires with antenna

Cinnamon and sweets spicing the air
Witches wondering what to wear

And when it seems that all is lost
A brand new cloak made for cost

Hand-made by a dear good friend
Painted blue, with a hookah that bends

With sabers and glitter lighting the night
We shall cause quite a fright

Be not alarmed, things aren't what they seem
On this cool and shocking Halloween

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one round per customer

 no you can't be a kid anymore 
can't try it again
can't be as before
nobody cares if your heart
didn't grow
they can't look inside
and no one will know
just head for the exit as fast 
as you can
there's no money back 
and there's no other plan
one round per customer
go read the signs
your crying won't 
save you or change
any minds
the reason you're naughty
and still being bad
is because of the awful 
time that you had
you got a bum ticket
on tornado day
the theme park blew down
and your dad flew away
your mom fell in love with
the two headed man
and left you all night  with
an old geek named Stan
he sold you for chickens
and cranberry pork 
to eat on a bus trip he took to 
New York.
you just won't believe that
that's all there can be
you beg for a refund
but you got in for free

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Children of the Upper Crust

  Children of the upper crust
upon the earth...........
that must be us!

They draw a circle on the ground,
so they can dance the moon around,
and then they draw another one,
so they can promenade the sun.

Put lightning bugs in mason jars,
so they can twinkle like the stars.

  Why do you always come around
to moralize and fuss and frown?

"Because I have no inner child
I'm just a parent,always riled,
When I see children having fun,"

But it's party time the work is done!
They made a barrel full of tea,
with jujubes for you and me.

They even brought a phonograph
the wind up kind to make you laugh.

but you have never laughed out loud,
you wear your silence like a shroud

a shroud of pure maturity
no inner child could hope to free.

But there's a tickle potion dear,
I think they put it in your ear.

It takes you back to one or two,
when someone stole the child from you.

So don't look now ,but you may find,
the little girl inside your mind.

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Love Cycle - Broken

Resulting from the purest love, sparkling bundle of joy
A perfect gift from up above this healthy baby boy
Opened my eyes felt safe and warm right from the very start
Loved family became the norm, foundations of my heart

As I grew the joy we shared became my main desire
Trials and tribulations bared was something to admire
Proud man I am today for that I thank you very much
A soulmate now the aim to pass a love as great as such

Greatest moment of my life, the ring slipped on my finger
“I now pronounce you man and wife”, these words forever linger
Continuous stipulation meant her dreams had been achieved
A day of jubilation when we found she had conceived

Longed for this day since I was little, the day of my child’s birth
Our livelihood became brittle, a complicated girth
50/50 chance, saved her to try again in future
but unforgiveness gained became my everlasting torture

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Rascals at Play

Let's go out on the battlefield
Okay, make sure we have our shield

Get your men and all their sons,
Get all of their big black guns

Then it will be all peaches and cream,
Cuz we defeated the other team

We've had lots of fun although,

She'd think I'd dropped an atom bomb, 
Guess who it is,it's my mom.

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If These Walls Could Talk

If these walls could talk they would say,
Why do you hurt me in this way?
If these walls could talk they would spiel
All the ways you've made me feel.
If these walls could talk, they would yell
All the reasons I couldn't tell.
If these walls could talk they would scream
All the ways you lowered my self-esteem.
If these walls could talk they would shout
All the reasons I needed to get out.
If these walls could talk they would say,
Why did people have to take us away?
If these walls could talk they would state
All the people I was made to hate!
If these walls could talk they would uncover
All the reasons I couldn't love her.
If these walls could talk they would say,
Why do you hurt me in this way?

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If it's Good Pass it On

Just fifteen years old, pregnant and all alone,
A child herself but in a family way as she checks the coin slot in another pay phone.

Homeless, hungry, all alone and terribly scared,
She just wanders the streets totally unprepared.

Her folks told her she was an absolute disgrace,
And how were they going to look their neighbors in the face?

With tears in her eyes and a broken heart she left not wanting to cause her parents pain,
A few clothes packed she heads out in the pouring rain.

She had been victimized and raped by someone her parents held dear,
She figured they would take his side and the only thing left was for her to just disappear.

Quickly she found out just how hard the streets would become,
And out here if you’re to make it you learn fast not to act dumb.

Shoplifting and panhandling was the only way this young girl had to survive,
And she didn’t know what to do cause in a short two months the baby would arrive.

But her luck was about to change with a young couple she was about to meet,
They were searching for someone like her and they were wealthy and sweet.

In exchange for her child they promised her, her education and a chance at a brand new start,
She knew she could never support the child and this was the way they should part.

On the day of the delivery the baby was taken away,
Not even knowing if it was a boy or a girl they were separated that day.

The couple honored their agreement and the young girl became an educated woman with wealth of her own,
And she uses that wealth to help others in dire needs returning to others the kindness she was shown.

Note: Isn't this a better alternative than abortion?

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Laughter of a child

Sitting on the couch, what do I hear?
I mute the t.v., and listen at the room to the rear.

The roar of laughter, as infectious as disease.
A smile creeps to my face with ease.

I sneak to the room to listen to more.
As I try not to get caught at their  door.

Their laughter is the best medicine money can't buy.
As they laugh so hard they start to cry.

Giggles turn to hiccups that take away their breath.
This De' Ja Vue, I'll take to my death.

My smile stays glued on my face.
This is a memory, I never want to erase.

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They loved my same word-for-word account 
Security and  predictability in great amount. 
Never from books -  we all preferred our own version 
With   family or  friend names,  and carpets   Persian,
And shorter   or longer with time available.
It was fun.  We   took the mickey  out of each fable.

Three pigs – what pig in his right mind 
Builds a straw-house in  country wolf-inclined?
Jack and  beanstalk – unlikely  gold-egg   get-rich 
Tale  of  idiot boy and angry mum’s  bean-pitch.
Rapunzel  with  steel-tough hair for hauling -
Seemed to us  she’d more likely be falling.

Soon heads were wedged  into my armpit or neck crook.
Light off  -  not scared of  the dark - it was our nook.
Dark was cosy  - if outside  wind or rain  immersed -
And everyone fell asleep.   Usually  me  first.

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Shrieks of seagulls die on the breeze;
Childhood ebbs away on sunlit seas.

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Childhood of My Memory, Bethany

Butterflies and flowers danced
     to the happy humming of the breeze;

Even the bumblebee, busy as can be,
     bounced around so beautifully

To the merry-making, swaying green
     grass by the bubbling brook;

Here they seemed to savor the sweetness
     of the serene and the simple;

All these are treasured now
     in the childhood of my memory;

No longer do I see such butterflies,
     flowers, brook and bee,

Yet the humming, dancing and bouncing
     go on when you're with mom and me.

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I was sent to grandma’s place for a week
And she greeted me and kissed my cheek
I helped her to cook   and the mess was no problem to her.
Grey wisps of  hair knitted back constantly with finger 
With  embedded wedding ring,  covered with  flour.
And taste of her thick cherry compote  after an hour.
She told me  bedtime stories sat  on her stool, 
Oh, those   bed sheets were always starchy  and cool
The smell of her fresh-ironed old linen apron
Was there whenever I would  waken
Yes, I buried my face in her clothes,  I  knew her scent, 
Like a  fledgling bird to the correct nest sent. 

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Sharing with Dad

Don't you tell me how you feel,
shut your trap now here's the deal,
you do all the things you should,
and if your'e really,really good,
I won't beat you with a switch,
I won't kick you in the ditch,
I won't scream and 
punch your head,
just be glad that you're
not dead.
Go share that and see what's what,
you think you're so stinking hot,
now go to bed or scrub the floor,
don't let me hear that stuff no more.

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Fishing with my Pa

The sun squeaks over the horizon,
the night falls and day arises.
And like a young child I was once before
I held my papa's hand and head for the door.

Ready- to grasp the slimy worms 
in the coffee colored dirt that squirms!
Ready- to mounch on beef jerky from a cheap old store
and fish on a lake and reach to the sea floor.

The ripples of the water were like music you could watch
and the tree talked as me and pa took a sip from our scotch
and whistle to the noises in the air
while rocking on the boat to the moment we share.

And over time- the night begins to steal the day,
and the days says good bye- like a person would to god as the prey.
Colors of the sunset were a bit blurry from that scotch-
but being there was fun to watch

all the memories that sooned to fade
of all the best times he and I made
back when I was four, when he taught me how to fish-
as we head for the door, that was something I dearly missed.

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a rainbow for ava lu

     rain comes down we're not so glad
spoils the picnic plans we had
but we see the beauty there
arching upward through the air
    Ava says lets take a walk 
through the raindrops,have a talk
of the beauty rainbows bring
so i find i love the rain.

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Creature Feature

Swallow hard or sip your fear
Many different ways my dear
Taste a couple every day
and soon they'll all just slip away
Ooh the dark or closed in places
Higher ground and scary faces
As a child, real they were
gnarled werewolves thick with fur.
Men who swore with raving madness
killed their women, raw with passion
Older shows the blood was grey
Scares me silly to this day
Drink with me around the clock
Shade the windows, make it dark
Cozy now I know we're safe
and yet still I'll hide my face
To the taste, my fear, it's pure
Facing it's the only cure...

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Escape through Nature

Hiding in the mountains freedom
Away from all worries of pain
Not afraid of the occasional bear,
Even the lions I had no care,
Just to catch a squirrel,
To pet its raspy brown coat,
Just to catch a good thought,
That's all I could hope,
I sit on the edge of a fallen tree,
Feel the bark softly scrape me,
Look upon all of the wildflowers,
Touch the petals made of fine silk,
Don't pluck them or they will wilt,
I hear angry screams calling my name
Its the darkness of drunken madness everyday the same
I must hide....hide I must,
Those impaired screams are the one's I don't trust,
I'll stay hidden until its safe,
This time it won't be my blood to taste.

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Inner child are you asleep?
I've wrapped you up so warm and deep

oh sleeping child will you awaken?
I am so lonely and forsaken.

I won't let others hurt you dear,
not the way you used to fear.

I'll protect you and caress you,
comb your hair and feed and dress you.

Then you share with me the things,
like crystal shards in frozen springs,

that glisten in your shattered eyes,
I 'm sorry I ignored your cries,

and left you there to face the night,
alone and lonely ,out of sight.

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Moment of Release

This kite electric
tangled in the power lines
tattered silk like paper skins
of dyed and colored onion rinds
With salty satin stains
flapping in the ocean air
it once held tight a child's hand
tingling knuckles white and bare
Updraft caught and carried
jangling raw up on the wires
electric now ungrounded
white heat lightning fuel tipped fires
Now it begs release
from the metal to the sky
With my own eyes as witness
sparks reach out to catch it fly.

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Childhood revisited

  Childhood collapsed in a flurry of blue
somebody told her what 
love couldn't do.
she won't believe
but her heart knows 
it's true
somebody told her what love couldn't do

  she had a fairy cloak 
purple and worn
she used it to fly 
to the day she was born
so she could start over
so she never knew...that,,,,,
somebody told her what love couldn't do

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grandpa's ride

     red rusty rubber,crackely flats
black leather broken
where grandfather sat
changing a tire in his goggles and jacket
stuck in the mire midst the smoke 
and the racket
come grip the wheel ,you can still get the
gasoline fumes and those skinny tires
there were no highways to show him the way
as new as a trip to the moon in those days
now grandpa comes out from one thirty til three
to teach us how wonderful touring can be
we zoom over fields and ride thru the town
theres no need to yield and we never slow down
the old Model T  full of power and pride
we don't leave the yard
but it's still Grandpa's ride.

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Love on the Line

   He said too much
or not enough,
his mind could not
encompass love.

 the word was hanging
in the wind
behind the house
might have been

  strung on a 
in a row,
with other words
he could not know,

 like hope and happiness
and truth
concepts stolen
from his 

 a woman penned them
on the line
because she didn't
have the time

 to use them to enrich
the life
of children born
in times
of strife

  wet with tears
she hung them
forgetting what
they were about

 and like a child
without his clothes
he's naked in the
things he knows

wet with tears
he cannot cry,
his mother hung love
out to dry.

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On the 18th Day of Nature

  On the 18th day of Nature

when the sky was burning blue,

we set out on our venture,

with a mystery or two.

We had maps and wondros


we had sandwiches and tea,

we had lovey dovey partings,

said Goodbye till ten of three,

  Then we gathered at the station,

and we set off on the track,

we discussed our situation ,

and we quickly went on back,

'Cause we all were scared

and sleepy,

and the night was coming on,

Since the forest looked so 


we decided to stay 


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Mother's Father

  He sat on the porch beside his wife
and smoked his pipe and wrote his life
into the mind of every child
a time entranced
a time beguiled,
I can't forget{and this he knew}
about the worlds he wrote and drew.
He gave us time.....was all he had
I hear him still
my old GrandDad.

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Untitled #131 / Call me deep

Call me deep ‘cause I drowned
in a sea of sorrow
in a rock by the door find the lock
and the keys tomorrow
call me lucky ‘cause I weathered the storm
that rages in my head
but I still can’t help but wonder
if we’re better off dead

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  Building Haunted,
it warned,
The sign hung crazy,

All five of them broke inside
I stayed out
and they all died.

They all died and I ran off,
I heard a monster
laugh and cough.

He's tried to find me everyday
since that night I ran away.

He has big hands and burning hair
I wish I'd stayed away from there.

The others look out of his eyes
they haunt me and they mesmerize,
every one who stares their way,
I saw them waiting yesterday,
outside the schoolyard
in the park,
burning brightly in the dark.

The matches were not even mine
neither was the cherry wine

I ran back home but they all stayed
they lit a fire,
the music played.

They set the haunted house afire
but it became their funeral pyre.

The gang just wants me back again
The monsters' eyes say.....
"Come my Friend."

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Dad, if you see Santa, please tell him for me
That I've been as good as good can be
I always eat my spinach and peas
And I never forget to say "thanks" and "please"
I work hard in school to get a good grade
And I do extra chores without getting paid
I wipe my feet when I come indoors
So I don't track mud on Mom's clean floors
I brush my teeth and comb my hair
And I don't leave my toys scattered everywhere
I wash the dog and play with the cat
And I let little brother wear my baseball hat
I help you on Saturday when you work in the yard
Wow, this being good is really hard
When it's time for bed, I don't fuss and cry
I just fall asleep to your lullaby
Dad, if I see Santa, I'll tell him for you
That you deserve something nice
Because you've been good too

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The Hit

Poised so ready to smack the ball,
The little fellow gave it his all
With grin on face and bent knees
He swung the bat with such great ease
You’d think this kid was surely a pro
Coming up to bat and standing so
But, maybe one day he’ll make his mark
As this 6 year old batter hits it out of the park.
The joy that he has on his face
As he takes all the bases as if in a race
And just as he was rounding third
You could hear him shout the following words,

“My first home run, did you see that?!!!!”

(True story - my son who's now 8)

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Mints,chews,pontefract cakes
Toffee whirls & chocolate flakes

french bonbons & jelly beans
Liquorice lace & peppermint creams

Confectionary to bring sweet dreams
And waistlines bursting at the seams.

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The little poet

   Four years ago you were not there
your jazzy smile and breezy hair
your jumping,dancing
whoop te do
I could not find a bit of you
Now I wonder what we did
before we knew this awesome 

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Puppy Love

  caramels and carousels
and silly smiles we shared
the last time I stayed over
you told me that 
you cared.

We've always been like cousins
dancing on the wind
I thought that you would always be
just another friend

  The pretty girls all chase you
and pull your hair and laugh
you always teased and said
I had a neck like a giraffe.

You've grown so tall and handsome
like Adonis in my eyes
I never dared to think of you 
as being my life's prize

You say I have an aura
a shining in my soul
I think you have a fever
I fear you've caught a cold.

But I will take advantage 
of your sickened state to say
I'll race you to the river
for I just might win today!

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digging up the past

  under the pines we  dug deep down
to find our way to Shadow Town
the taste of fear was on my tongue
I tried to sing the song we sung
when slipping through the mystery 
last winter when you said we should
hide and seek the silver fox
the one that you kept in a box
beneath the ancient cuspidore
that grandma hid behind the door
 the smell of peppermint and wine
split the night and I was nine
you were ten or seventeen
or maybe somewhere in between
  we excavated thirty days
surrounded by a purple haze
that rose from egos torn apart 
we dug a hole in someone's heart
 who is it now?I heard you ask
who's interfering with our task?
your mother and the love you lost
we've broken down the walls  of frost
the Shadow Town is made of ice
we've cracked the shell,we've done it twice!
all is melting ,running wild!
I think you are an awful child
to dig and dig and cause such pain
now close this mess back up again
  those who live in Shadow Town 
prefer the cool dark underground
the light of day ,the burning rays
defrosting ,breaking down our ways
you'll show our neighbors,tell your friends
and this is how our secret ends
  so we can't dig here anymore
I think I'll just return to four
and y ougo back to six or five
and we'll just try to stay alive.

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Sentiment Slivers

A button collection in an old tin can
A dipping wax model we made of our hands
at the Renaissance Festival, one day in fall
The first sound of Mozart in Benneby Hall
A love note gone crumpled in earthenware pots
A needle thin necklace bedraggled in knots
A wooden carved zebra with amber eye shine
An old Trosser canister for coffee to grind
White toast with butter and honey in stacks
A morning mint sun folding shade on our backs
A summer of tar stains on feet without shoes
while we endeared moments we never would lose
An evening with salt on our skin from the beach
The height of emotion you suddenly reach
when peaches are washed off of sand in the gulf
You sweet and salty and sure of yourself
Seven good friends you can count on your hands
Mango tree sugar in silvering sand
A laugh like your jaws will detach in relief
A twinkle in eyes growing wise in belief
The pocket thesaurus, nineteen twenty two
My eager ambition to be close to you.

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I write this letter knowing I could be right
But there is a part of me that puts up a fight
I remember the fights you had while we were growing up
I remember comforting mum after you left to cool off
I remember my sister crying through it all
I recall my brother with his fist to the wall
Screaming in panic don't shout so much
Why did you stay together through all that fuss
We heard you two argue day and night
What did we do to deserve such a plight
Being the eldest I had no time to attest
Just comfort them two and do my best
I know you told us you stayed only for us
But we never asked for this burden of trust
We recall your tears and distraught shouts
But why were we put through all those bouts?
It's been 32 years and you both still live together
I spoke to you today and you still regret losing forever . . .

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Donny's family moved next door
When he was six, and I was four
At first he wouldn't play with me
I was,"just a girl", you see

When he found no other kids to play
He decided I was, "ok"
So, he taught me how to ride a bike
Climb trees and fly a kite

We did "Show me yours, I'll show you mine"
When I was seven, and he was nine
I'm glad my mom never knew
Or my butt would still be black and blue

Donny's family moved when he was ten
And I never saw him again
I've forgotten a lot about "way back when"
But I remember Donny...he was my  friend.