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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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Pink Tennis Shoes


I mother always pride galore
 until the words from daughter abhor.

Her gentle heart and loving embrace
smashing to pieces. She fell from grace.

Her untied tenny shoe, wrapped and tight
around her bike, could free no might.

Mommy checking faithful each half hour
found her daughter helpless, no power.

Down the hill mommy went
no time was wasting nor was spent.

The wind passed threw my long hair locks
when shock took over from what I got.

Not what I thought from bike I bought
but cruelest words, my life distraught.

From those lips kissed each night to bed
not once, nor twice, but thrice to head.

“Hurry up old lady” from my daughter
 how my heart bleed of tears and water.

For no words crueler ever sere spoke.
My shame, the horror on face neighborhood folk.

My tail between my legs indeed
got there, put there by my third bore seed.

And mothers day and birthday too
three days from now turn 45, BOO-HOO!

Never knew my aging beauty fade
would be this hard for the lies I’ve made.

Lies I’ve told to self each day
that children’s love fulfillment may.
So on this very special mothers day
this “old lady”  family f--- off  say.

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The Dog Days of Summer

We let down the top to soak in the sun
Now that the harshness of winter is done

As you let back the seat and put your feet on the dash
Saying, “keep your eyes on the road I don’t want to crash”

I truly must admit that I’m torn completely in two 
The coast has its beauty, then again so do you

As the beauty of the Sun is absorbed by your skin
Like a kid at the candy store I simply want to dig in

If life is a candy store sweetheart you are the treat
All the other candy I tasted, never tasted so sweet

The reason I love summer is because of the heat
The skimpier the bikini, the greater the treat 

I can’t begin to express how wonderful you are
Saying, “hey take a look at her I’ll steer the car”

At first I truly had no idea what I should say?
Though now it’s, “ok sweetheart, have it your way”

I think that is because you know these words are true
I may take look at her but I shall forever belong to you

Summer is a time that is as bright as the sun
Out goes the cold as it’s replaced by the fun

We have our barbecues and sit under the stars
Let down the tops and go for rides in our cars

Go tend to our gardens in farmer John clothes
Truly amazed at how fast everything grows

Go hang out at the river as well as the lake
Cover ourselves in oil than let our skin bake

Embrace the moments because these words are true
The days last much longer and the sky is so blue

The dog days of summer I reckon that’s so
We bark and howl at folk we don’t even know

If life is banquet then summer is the feast
I think we should gobble it up, to say the least

Written for john's Summer contest.

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The Homeplace

Here further down the hillside slope
Down close to the creek with hope

My husband bought a house, land
Fenced in and made many plans

Subdued the land to cow pasture
And planted a garden, fruit trees sure

Fathered another child to call him sir
The creek seemed to like the stir

Enjoyed the children for a little while___
Loved them so that it made her smile

Today she loves grandchildren the same
No girls there are in frills ___tame

The creek keeps on flowing to the sea
The land is mostly stripped of trees

(This is my adaptation of Robert Frost's poem "The Birthplace".  I hope that it does not insult 
his work.)

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Random Entries From My Diary

"I never travel without my diary - One should have something sensational to read"
...Oscar Wilde, 1891

30 May 48:  I graduated from high school today now thank God I'm free!
No more doggone homework, perplexing algebra or teachers bugging me!

7 Jul 48: Enlisted in the Air Force today!  Good Lord! What have I done!
The sarge said, "Forget Mom, Dad and Susie Q! You're now mine, my son!"

21 Oct 48: Finished basic training today with about a hundred other guys.
I thought it'd be more like a Boy Scout Camp! Boy, was I in for a surprise!

15 Feb 49: Graduated tech school at Fort Warren and sent to the Bermuda Isles.
Quite a change for a country boy!  Water, water everywhere for miles and miles!

12 Oct 52: Was married tonight at Perrin AFB with Vera as my beautiful bride!
She was very pert and calm, but diary, I was somewhat nervous I must confide!

23 Aug 54: Our family grew by one today! Leanna, a little girl, my fondest wish!
She was measured by a nurse holding her by the heels! Just like measuring a fish!

15 Aug 55:  Boarded a crowded troopship in New York and set sail for Morocco.
Was beset with a bit of mal de mer since the ship was wallowing to and fro!

17 Oct 57: Our little 'arab' Leslie was born today near Casablanca! What a dolly!
She has a hearty set of lungs, but that's OK, she's a healthy little dude, by golly!

11 Jan 68:  Son Mark was born at the Air Force Academy and seemed a healthy tot!
9 Apr 68:  Alas, we buried Mark today at Evergreen.  Boy, do we miss him a lot!

24 Jun 71: My family and I arrived in Tokyo, Japan, to begin our three-year tour!
Japanese is foreign! For "good morning" do I say, "ohio gazamus" or "bon jour?"

1 May 74: Chaplain Porter notified me that I had been promoted to Chief!
Happy day, dear diary!  I've reached the highest rank!  What a blessed relief!

1 Aug 78: I retired today at Offutt AFB, after 30 wonderful years of service!
After wearing the 'blue suit' all those years, wearing civvies makes me nervous!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved

Placed No. 3 in Constance La France's "The Diary" Contest - April 2011

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The Mountain Speaks

(This is a "childhood" poem, written many years ago.)

High above the pristine falls
the looming mountain lifts its walls.
A monolith of stony gray,
with bulky lips, it seems to say:
"Eons passed since I've been here;
nothing have I seen to fear
while above my walls, from year to year,
about the world below I peer.
My walls so high, so steep and strong,
protect me well from all that's wrong.
Would that Man below could see
how I keep all harm from me.
Would that he could build a wall
about his home, his family -- all --
to keep them safe from Evil's charm,
which causes Man unending harm."

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That Silly Old Hat Of Yours

Oh, how could I ever be bored?
When I had such interesting chores.

I had to paint our bedroom door,
Then mop the grand, speckled floor.

Walked quickly down to the shore,
And dug hidden clams with the oar.

Made a tasty clam-supper for four,
Then into their big bowls I poured.

Knowing, they would yell for more,
Prompting my tender voice to roar -

All gone, there's more at the store!
Or take a lantern to search the shore.

However, they cost more at the store,
But not a penny, to dig with the oar.

Oh, I'm sure you will not get bored,
Performing such an interesting chore.

For soon in bed, I will sweetly snore,
With a sound much louder than yours.

Last night the paint actually, tore,
From the ceiling and door, it poured.

And that is why, I happily wore,
That Silly Old Hat Of Yours.

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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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atop your hearth my soul doth rest
away from fear that grips the best

like ships at dock you gently tend
to aches and pains your love will mend

when evening falls you bathe your light
on loved ones gathered, hearts held tight

as daylight breaks, you conjure smiles
our travels filled with love for miles

and like majestic oaks that cast
your acorns nourish dreams that last

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You're The Man, Baby

Ah, the time when we begin
Brother to brother skin to skin

I got here first and you know why
I got her first to watch over you guy!

Sometimes, I think that Ma likes you better
BUT hey, you’re in a diaper, she’s knittin’ me a sweater!

Then I think “Hmmm” you’re getting all the cuddles
But, but, you can’t go out and splash in puddles.

I’m your BIG brother, you’re my best fan
No ones better than you bro you’re the man.

Brother to brother, skin to skin
Ah, the time when we begin. 

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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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Theodore Drake

Tediously bored, Sir Drake
Prolonged afternoon of tea and cakes
Jam coats his chin with gooey paste
A beard of crumbs hangs from his face
His manner somewhat hard to grasp
Small fingers smother giddy laughs. 
To sup he’d need a tuning fork
to confound the smacks from lamb and pork.
Lanky strands of cabbage slaw.
Gravy splashes grease his jaw
Pastries flurry dandruff flakes
A grubby mess, grandiose Sir Drake

Theodore Aka Teddy Bear
With soggy paws and matted hair
Needs a scrub from his stout chin
to the furry spats about his shins.
Carried off by loving arms
A bath restores his stately charm.

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I Love You, Daddy

The smell would hit me like a slap in the face 
My daddy was a patient in that place
I would find him sitting in his chair alone
I wished he didn’t live in a nursing home

How I longed to take him home with me
I couldn’t afford to stay with him, you see
He might wander off and I had to make a living 
How I hated doing this for he had been so giving

He worked so hard, he had been a good Dad
Providing for the big family he and Mama had
Now Mama had gone on up to heaven
It was up to me, youngest of the seven

I would feel so guilty leaving him there
I was afraid he might think I didn’t care
His mind slipped away to some other place
Most days he didn’t even recognize my face

“I love you daddy,” I would always say
Hoping he would know me that day
He did recognize me one last time
It's a favorite little memory of mine

He looked at me with clear recognition
He patted my arm and asked this question 
“Baby, are you still teaching school?”
I broke down and cried like a blubbering fool

On the day he died, I was there with him
I fed him ice and sang to him a favorite hymn
I wish he had known and had felt my touch 
Daddy’s ‘baby girl’ misses him so much

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Eagles {Birds of prey}

I am the predator you watch up in the sky
Blessed by the Lord with the keenest of eyes
I nest in the canyons high up on the walls
Keeping my babies safe from it all
When my babies grow hungry and it's time to feed
I rely on my senses to provide what they need
As I take to the sky it's so clear to see
You think of freedom while looking at me
Protected from hunters I've no need to hide
As upon the currents I gracefully glide
As I circle the sky throughout the day
I scour the ground searching for prey
When prey is spotted I go into my dive
Know that speed and accuracy are how I survive
You duck and you dodge for no use at all
With you held in my talons I fly back up the wall
Back to the nest to the fruit of my seed
For you are the food my babies need
Then back to the sky where I notice under a tree
One peaceful poet is writing of me

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Armano the Auracano

Armano the Auracano of Rock Star fame
Will never be singing on his stage again

A fan. a critter, or even a possum 
Has taken his life, he will no longer blossom

He was a handsome dude, tall and preened
With shiny red rustic feathers, and did the girls scream

A newspaper reporter asked his manager Dane
It must be hard for you, as you will miss him playing

Yes i will, things will never be the same
But another star will be born, to look after his dames

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Our Grandmother's Blessings

So many trials seem to be filled up with so much fear
So many ask, “Oh Dear Lord, what am I doing here”?

So many questions that I have come to know
If we just plant a seed, with water it will grow

I have a natural green thumb that now is wasting away
Along with a mind that does love to go out and play

Times I still ask, “How did this all came to be”
What was it that my wife was able to see in me?

She says that my heart was the most beautiful around
It still blows me away, for I clearly remember the sound

Her voice was so soft, her tone was so sweet
I was nothing less than pure evil upon two feet

Had been years since anything had took me by surprise
Ice cold is what the rest of the world had seen in my eyes

I looked at her smiled and laughed in my cold convict way
She smiled and said, “Why you want to be mean anyway”

I told her, “I reckon we are all born to just what we are”
She said, “So why are you a dope cook instead of a star”

That question stopped me right there dead in my tracks
I thought, “This girl is a looker but God she is whacked”

Last night her and I sat out underneath the moon
Two very blessed souls swinging in our sliver spoon

Just a little swing we built together out in our back yard
Place to just sit back and rest after a day long and hard

I once again ask her, how in the world could you ever know?
 “My Grandmother was preacher, I could see her in you soul”

Which led me to speak out my truth for I learned to not lie
"My grandmother was also in yours, answering the entire “Why”

Grandmothers we respected and held above all others 
Brought each of us together in the land born of lovers

Two Grandmother Spirits full of pure heavenly delight
Led their grandchildren into the valley born of the light

Now here we sit holding each other, each other high above
Because we share in the blessing of our Grandmothers love

Toni and I had lost our Grandmothers before we had ever met
though I knew of hers because she was a very powerful lady
and a down home speak in tongues Pentecostal Preacher that
had great respect up in these parts. After all these years we 
confided in each other that we could see our grandmothers in
each others eyes. Thank you and God Bless, MJ

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Steal The Show

As I looked upon my Daughter Michaela it was clear to see
Two big beautiful blue eyes were looking back at me 

When I got home from Prison and she was 5 days old
Speaking of holding the warm after absorbing the cold

The happiness of childhood was looking up to see
A little bundle of love that was looking inside of me

She would lie upon my chest and then she would fall out
I think safety in her daddy’s arms is what that was all about

She had a beautiful smile as well as a beautiful glow
As I looked at every tiny finger and every little toe

Then when she opened up her eyes everybody knew
“Just take a look at those blue eyes she looks just like you”

No ones knows where life may lead but I know in my heart 
Made my end then started again so this baby would have a start

From the darkest night to the brightest light I can help her Soul
Perhaps in the overall scheme of things that always was my goal

I don’t think things are ever quite that easy, only thing I know
When it comes to beautiful babies, my little girl steals the show

Written for the Beautiful Babies Contest.

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Like No Other

Before the future and after the past
We have found each other’s souls at last

In the beat of a heart I was able to see
The rest of my life belonged to thee

When our eyes met it wasn’t a glance
Locked together in a forbidden trance 

For we had each given up on love
And being forgiven by Lord above

We were forever lost and on the run
Burying our pain by having our fun

Children scattered from here to there
As we stayed so high we didn’t care

We each knew when you come down
You lose your mask and face the clown

And that was something we couldn’t do
Until the day you met me and I met you

Unplugging the phone we locked the doors
I told you my sins and you told me yours

The people in our life just couldn’t believe
We found in each other the strength to leave

To change our fate was quite the chore
But there was noting we each wanted more

My children love you and yours love me
Because we have melted into one family

I wrote this poem because I want you to know
You beat with my heart and live in my soul

You have always been way more than my lover
You’re the friend I found who is like no other

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Mother's Wisdom

We nurture them within our bodies, birth them in a blinding pain,
suckle them on breasts so swollen, till we think we’ll go insane.

We kiss away each painful boo-boo, bandage each and every wound,
show them that in spite of roundness, peas can stay upon their spoons.

We intercept their nostril’s flowing, be it green or white as snow,
wiping gently ever hoping, for the day they’d learn to blow.

We give to them each ounce of wisdom, try to teach them everything,
suddenly, for unknown reasons, screw it up and give them wings.

We mourn a bit, those cherished moments, when on us they did depend,
days when we were super heroes, possessing wisdom without end.

We watch the journey proudly knowing, as they soar into the light,
Mother’s wisdom, though not perfect, lends the wind that gives them flight.

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I thought about him...

I thought about him today,
And I hope that he is doing Ok;

I miss him more than I care to admit,
His little smirk and courageous wit;

He always had something funny to say,
And he never failed to brighten my day;

His cute little phrases or silly songs,
In my eyes he could do no wrong;

He was always there no matter what,
With his worn out hat that was beat up and cut;

Barely surviving, just like him,
There till the end when he started to dim;

I hope he occasionally thinks of me too,
Cause I love him more than he ever knew.

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Proud to be a Birdbrain

As I listen to the lark’s surreal melody to her mate.
I wonder does she ever feel there’s too much on her plate?

Ever beside him juggling, tediously feathering the nest,
in her discomfort struggling, incubating without rest. 

I wonder if in her daydreams does she laze as her mind lingers
in bygone days pursued by teams, of young and gallant singers?

Or does she occupy her days with tending her small brood 
not entertaining winsome ways as gaping nibs crave food?

 Does he while out a’gathering, squirming tidbits for their young,
ever give way to lathering ‘cause his work is never done?

Does his keen eye ever wander over lighter creamy breasts
allowing himself to ponder his days of youthful quests,

or does his steadfast honor seek but to gather and bring home
supper for each tiny beak never thinking once to roam?

As I hear the song bird warble, with expectancy to her mate
I’m thankful for each morsel placed in love upon my plate.

And listening to the lark refrain his bride’s devoted call,
I find being called a birdbrain the best compliment of all. 

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Tag Christie Moses

Why; Hello Colin good morning mate
Son, there is no accent in hands of fate

Throw out the tea and chug the beer
Then I bet you find a keg in ere

Everything is a riddle once it is spoke
The tag is from you to me and then some other folk

But who should I choose, I’m here to say
So many beautiful feathers float by my way

Once while I was taking a path from here to there
When I noticed beauty beyond compare 

She made me smile and she made me think
Looking at her was like taking a drink  

She made me feel good and forget all the rest
I reckon that is a true poets test

The only thing I really did know
What a wonderful beautiful soul

My only complaint of her poetry was the last line
For I was hoping to have just a little more time 

Talk of someone who needs no adorning
She plays a huge role in the global warming

For she has a beauty that could melt Glacier Ice
I guess everything wants to see beauty so beautifully nice

So who is the beautiful Angel that I’m speaking of?
Tag Christie Moses your it my love

Colin if I failed I apologize my head feels like it is in a vice
this morning but I wanted to respond. I will keep this poem 
and then on a better day I will write a reply to you also. I
feel better guys & gals 0r guy gals & gal guys - One just
never knows anymore. At any rate God Bless you all, mj

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Full circle, karma comes around 360 degrees. 
 When this happens, they'll be brought to their knees.

They have to answer for all they have done.
 Stealing everything from her and her sons.

Always preaching, with such righteous indignation.
 All their false modesty and sense of elation.

At this moment, they may be on cloud nine, 
 But as the Lord sayeth, "Vengeance is Mine!"

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It's better now

Sometimes, life isn't always how
It looks at first. It's all better now.
I felt so overwhelmed by the world's demands,
But I feel better knowing she understands.
I no longer have to regret the things I've said.
I know now that I can move on instead.
I felt as if I was without that thing I could never find.
Now I'm back in my body and back in my mind.
I found that moment where my world was bright.
I found that the sky's still blue and my world's alright.
Loves are loves, traitors are traitors, but family is always there.
Now I can look nearer for someone to care. 
I hope that everyone can be like me and find shelter from the rain.
Love, family, friends, help, anything to help fight against your pain.

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my brother the river

out on the water..............
 hear the music
 rise and fall 
it knows no bounds
and through it all
I see the colors of the notes 
a windy rain,
a mist that floats
so gently on the surface mode
just like the waves
display the code
the sunlight
dazzles in my eyes
is that you whispering 
you never knew 
the rulesat all
you said that 
you could take the fall,
somehow you thought
you were immune
to every madness
'neath the moon
and now we've washed
you out to sea
I told you so...........
you are 

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If Ava Lu invited you

   Spring tea,I'm invited
you are too ,'cause she's decided
underneath the willow tree
served a little after three
  baby bear and kitty cat
sit  right where they've always sat
but now she's put us on the right
beside the zebra black and white
  they're already stuffed you see
from eating cookies at spring tea
she has pots and pans to clean
from all her baking in between
doling out the china berries
"Don't eat them ,they aren't 
really cherries".
She makes cookies out of sand
a little water and they're grand
she will scold you if you're late
she meets you at the garden gate
escorts you to your special place
she has icing on her face
from the cupcakes Mommy brings
to mix them in with all those things
the leaves and acorns on our tray
   Spring Tea gets better every day
When you're almost,nearly four
you learn to serve,you learn to pour
just think how boring life would be
If not invited to SpringTea.

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Planted with Love

My sweetest of flowers, they blossom and grow
From God’s miracle garden, from seeds we did sow
Hair of yellow, like daisies, and cheeks filled with sun
My sweetest of flowers; yet still very young

Each is an individual, though equally special, as well
In our garden of life and love, forever they’ll dwell
They are daughters of the earth, our love to receive
My sweetest of flowers, from love were conceived

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The Family Vacation

The first big family vacation, it was all so new
Mom found a dream ranch, a so-called “dude”

The kids were so young, a daughter not yet two
Our son only four, wanting to ride with the crew

Rafting, riding, and a real Mountain Man too,
This vacation was a hit - who knew?

As the years go by, we’ve made many friends 
But over time this special week transcends 

As families grow, things change
It can’t be helped, not really strange

Truth be told, our hearts aren’t ready
To agree on a change, on that we’re unsteady

Because memories are priceless, we’ll soon not forget
The ranch rodeos, Fat-Bat baseball games, and the brunch ride silhouette..

Of our annual family picture on a mountain out West, 
Every year showing our kid’s growth, we are very blessed
It’s not with sadness that I write about when this might end
For it will surely open up a new door or trend

For as long as your heart, your family, and your thoughts don’t scatter
Where you go on vacation really doesn’t matter
Beach, mountains, wherever, one really shouldn’t mind
As long as you’re together, the time spent can be sublime

Oh, there are gripes, moans, and argument; it’s part of the quest
But I wouldn’t miss it, for who would have guessed
That in time as with all things, it too will naturally end
As children grow up and add their family blend

But If our good fortune continues we’ll be part of what’s next
In the knowledge that our time together is a gift not a test

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A Prayer for my Wife

                           A Prayer for my Wife

Now I’ll tell you all the details if I can keep from sheddin’ a tear
Last night when it got late and really quiet around here 

I got down on my knees, crossed my heart and began to pray
And in the darkness between me and God, here’s what I had to say

I love her so much Lord and I just don’t know what I’d do
I’m afraid that she won’t make it, that’s why I’m coming to you

Here with my heart open, at your mercy down on my knees
I’m begging’ you with every heartbeat, Oh Lord hear my pleas

I don’t know what your plans are or what you have in store
And I know I don’t deserve her and that she deserves much more

And don’t misunderstand Lord, I don’t assume any obligation
For your bounty in our life has exceeded all our expectations

But please allow her to live and me to be a part of that life
And I swear I’ll make this beautiful woman proud to be my wife

And if it’s not in your plans Lord then I pray that you take me instead
Cause’ I can’t live without my love, I’d be better off dead

And no excuses for my past Lord, but I’ll do better than I’ve done
I ask you only this, my lord, in the name of your Son.

I wiped my tears as I said my amen’s and prepared myself to stand
Stepped up next to your bed and began to caress your pretty hand

I stared off into space as all the memories came flooding in
Reliving each and every moment, over and over again

And as the first rays of sunshine, streamed in past the curtain
I felt an overwhelming peace calm my mind and ease the hurtin’

I felt compelled to kiss you so I pressed my lips to your face
And it seemed the room was filled in the beauty of God’s living grace

And you slowly opened your eyes and smiled for me to see
And I knew the Lord my God had given my sweet wife back to me

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What is in a Name

“Susanna” is the traditional name
The first granddaughter who came

Shared with my grandmother and mum
Named “Suzette” – confusing to some

My school chums called me “Suzie”
I’ve never been known to be a floozy

The teachers called me by my surname
For my sisters’ errors, I took the blame

Proud of my family name, “Myburgh”:
“My town”, pronounced “(Chris de) Burgh”

An impressive family crest adorn
The hallway – from titled family born

The wine farm, Meerlust : “Pride and joy”
For ten generations is has been their toy

"Honour" is the byword of our kin
To break it is frowned upon – a sin

I got married at the tender age of twenty
Suitors to choose from, there were plenty

From a very noble Dutch stock I came
With English blood I had tarnished the name

Alas, as foretold, this union did not last
I had become in each family an outcast

When I mentioned the word “Divorce”
My family recommended a different course

Shame on the family name I must not bring
To their piper I must dance and sing

Thirty years later I plucked up the courage
I left an abusive marriage before carnage

My parents by then dead and buried
The Divorce Degree successfully carried

I plucked up the courage to be alone
For the loss of my identity I now atone

Freedom never tasted so sweet
With open arms I rushed to meet

All the things I could not freely express
My worth and measure of being less

Being able to read a good book
And to eat what I want to cook

To run at dawn on the cold beach
With sand and seagulls that screech

Laughter and love of all perceived
The loss of all that I have grieved

The sunsets have now come alive
To embrace love and a new life

“Su” is now my new given name
A poet who feels no more shame


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Nature's Single Dads - The Leafy Sea Dragon

Nature’s Single Dad’s

Gracefully swaying without need for speed 
Are creatures of beauty, disguised as seaweed.
Up to twelve inches long from tail to snout
These delicate creatures just drift about.

They carry, as they move like galleons in sail, 
Silk-like appendages, leafy and pale
On back spines, projecting as masts on a ship
Sailing the oceans, they rise and they dip,

To the rhythm of moon tides; full or neap,
They travel the seas; these Dragons of the Deep.
Through weed-covered reefs and meadows of sea grass
There’s neither a neigh nor a moo as they pass.
They resemble sea horses in flowing silk gowns
Drifting on rhythms, dancing up and then down.
They slow dance through the water just moving around 
No fire, no flames from these dragons; not a sound. 

The mother will lay two hundred eggs on Dad’s patch 
Of soft sponge, where safely they’ll hatch.
The sun flashes golden as she drifts on by,
While in the shadow on his tail, his offspring lie.

This single Dad of the deep tends a new generation,
Of Leafy Sea Dragon eggs; a fascinating creation. 
Less than one inch when first hatched from the eggs
As newly formed babies; ready for life without legs.

They drift as if they feed, gaining the silky covered bone
To a length of twelve inches by the time they’re full grown. 
The cycles of the moon dictate the rhythms and motion
Of this Leafy Sea Dragon in the great Southern Ocean.

The Leafy Sea Dragon is just one of Natures' Single Dads worthy of a mention for the survival of the species.

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Log Cabin Sex Life

I can’t help but wonder, about the blunder, of building a one room log cabin,
Where man and wife, lived a private life, ‘til kids became real, not imagined

With no partitions, or new additions, you’d think their sex life would run ashore.
But they both knew, how to make it through, by inventing a thing called the chore.

As each kid did sprout, pa had to go out, and think up a new job for the tot.
He soon realized, that for his farm’s size, there were more tots then jobs to be got.

And the matriarch, made the remark, that inside we plum ran out of space.
So they tried to rid, their house of kids, as fast as were made in the first place.

At last the last lad, made a nice lass glad, got married and had a grand party,
But pa had ma’s hind, right on his mind; they arrived at the party, tardy.

Well all went ok, until the sad day, when the old man’s life ran out of time.
And then poor ma, lost her chutzpah, plus the cabin exceeded its prime.

So ma did call, her last son Paul, asked if he knew what she should do then,
He said oh dear, I just moved here, and that we don’t even have a den.

But son relents, and acts the gent, there is space in one nook of our room.
If you feed cows, and all the sows, cause heck ma, I’ve got a new bride groom.

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Old Red Barn

I stopped by the old red barn today...
I guess I was there about an hour.

What will they do with it after I'm gone?
It's been in the family for five generations...

Great Grampa's initials are carved in the door.
Once, Pappy fell from the loft and broke his arm.

It's where I watched Dad's mare
Give birth to my first pony.

And, it's where we told Mom and Dad
We'd decided to get married.

Such a stable part of my family's history,
Now, leans abstract against the autumn sky...

I think I'll go back tomorrow...
And take a few shots for the family album.

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2 humans 2 hearts And 1 love

Once there was a girl with a tough personality. She was considered to be a friendly and talkative. She was extremely tough regardless of love and crashes. She had wishes and dreams but was never sure when it’s gone come true. She was hard working always to satisfy her family and be a great daughter. She was tough about love but at the same time she knew a special and incomparable person will come to her life, who will be very different than others. When and where she will meet him, she never thought about it because she believed that we shouldn’t look for love, the reason was that love comes itself. However let’s see how and where she finds that special person. 
One night after working so hard of her project she was bored.
“Oh God I am so bored let’s see if my friends are online I will talk to them but at the same time gone download a song” she got online but unfortunately non of her friends were online so she thought to herself why don’t I make a new friend she requested a random boy who she never knew before.  After a week passed and that boy accepted her request but they never got the chance to talk to each other.
“Oh this boy looks so cute but why can’t I talk to him” although she wasn’t trusting any boys but her heart would tell her that this boy seems to be a good boy. So she used to leave an offline massages for him in order to contact each other and be friends. One day they both were online so their conversation started.
Boy… how are u and how did u added me
Girl… I’m fine thanks well I was bored last week so I randomly added u.
They started questioning each other and she asked him have you got a brother or a sister he answered I have 5 sister but no bro. She reply but I have 2 sis and no brother. The time of Salah came and she had to pray and she asked if she can leave the conversation and pray but he was surprised that she prays. After she did her prayers she asked him why were you surprised when I said its time for me to pray? He reply afghans who live in foreigner most of them are not religious. 
Weeks passed and one day she was so excited.
Girl… You know what
Girl… I have a new baby sister
Boy… congratulations 
They kept contacting each other even though he had exams on that time but he would still take out some time for her. At the same time he would study for exams. 

Few month later they became best friends and one day he told her that he like her but she didn’t understand what does he mean by like. She called her best friend and told her he told her that he likes her but she doesn’t know why he said this because he loves her or just a simple like. 
Hey dude … he told me he likes me but I don’t know what he means by that.
My Friend…  ha ha stupid liking is the first step of love I think he loves u.
She also liked him but she needed time to know him more. He was so innocent and respectful boy she had ever meet. They became so closer and their friendship turned to love after a passing of time. She didn’t know much about his family and background but however she loved him and thought he is a right person for her life partner. 
For every relationship to became stronger and trust worthy it needs time. Relationships are like building a house. Some relationship ends fast because it was build quick and the foundation was not strong enough but some relationships last forever the reason is that the foundation which that relationship was build was strong. The foundation of every relationship is trust, promises, honesty, truthfulness, modesty, respect and most important thing is a true love. Be the kind of person you would like to be with. Some people come into our lives, make footprints on our hearts and we are never the same. People are lonely because they build walls instead of bridges.    
She always wanted someone who is respectful and modest towards girls. Someone who is honest but she never saw any boy with those qualities in him, she only saw those qualities in him.  Even though she faced so much hardships, impenetrability and tests in life however she knew that when Allah tests you, it is never to destroy you, it’s to teach us something in life that we do not know. When he removes something in your possession it is only to empty your hands, for an even greater gift. She learned so much from those test and tried hard to become better Muslim. 
 Now they know each other and they love each other a lot.  She has a full trust on him more than herself. Even though they sometimes have argument for some Issues but their love is strong enough and they are a smart people to find the solutions. No matter what we face and how we act towards it but it shouldn’t affect a person’s trust and love in relationship because it’s so hard to make one and takes a second to destroy it. This was a good story. It’s sad that it takes a long time for people to understand values and life. We as people are so consumed with our own lifestyles and duties we have made for ourselves. 
I miss him more then he could ever know, I often ask Allah why did he have to go? I fell in love and he means so much to me, if he could look into my heart then he could see. I found something so special and it is for real, being without my love is so hard to deal. I'll be here waiting until I can be with you again, because not only are you the love of my life you are also my friend.
I just want to tell you,
I think of you every moment of the day.
And how much I love you,
Words could never even say....

I just want to tell you,
I love you with all my heart.
I wish for us to be together,
Never shall we be apart.

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Well, I'm A Monkey's Uncle

Mr. Darwin claimed that we are descended from the apes!

   In zoos you may see your kin in various species, sizes and shapes.

      Verily, verily if this be true that we are related to the monkey,

         Then, I reckon it could be said that 'I'm truly a monkey's unkie!'

Robert L. Hinshaw, CSMgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved


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Get It Flying

Try try with all our might
This time may we get it right
Another day does come
Still we are all thumbs
Is getting this done right
Really going to be our blight
Another chance is all we ask
Leave other tries in the past
Stop wait are we going to fast
Another let down have we cast
Oh my what a beautiful sight
Finally we learn to fly a kite
Gwendolen Rix contest Lets Go Fly A Kite Poem was written: 09/08/2006

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The Technology Elf

Our first computer was set and ready to go.
How to use it only the children did know.
“Wheel of Fortune” became our regular game.
We would gather to play; it earned family fame.

Taking turns guessing letters: R-S-T-L-N-E.
Every one was a clue to the phrase mystery.
Each night was the same for the kids and myself.
Until we were visited by the "Technology Elf!"

We had guessed many letters without success.
Then, just as our thinking began to regress,
The answering machine conveyed the next letter.
Wide-eyed and doubting, we had nothing better.

So we typed in the letter; oh, my, the surprise,
The solution was clear; our eyebrows did rise.
With hair on my neck standing straight and tall,
The children asked me to explain it all.

We all heard the clue whispered from the phone.
It must have been technology gnome!
Or was it a ghost that caused this mystery?
You can bet that our game soon became history.

But that was back then, before systems improved.
Now we all are addicted as technology behooved.
There are so many fun games and friends on the web.
No ghost, gnome or elf could make surfing ebb.

© July 22, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Talkin' Technology 	
Sponsored by: Natalie Fllikkema

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Best Wishes

2011 was here but is now gone away
2012 is here now with one extra day
I am not going to make a resolution
Simply because it causes me confusion
Wishing the best to all I hold dear
Joy,love,good health for this year

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Easter Picnic

A is for ants, they love a picnic too!
B is for birds, you may have to shoo

C is for cake, maybe tangy lemon or spice
D is for drink, cool, preferably, lemon on ice

E is for Easter, the best time for a spring picnic
F is for flies, uninvited, they come and make you feel icky

G is for garden, an ideal place to sit and eat
H is for happy children, munching on treats

I is for icing, the frosty lemon topping     
J is for jazz, this music can be mellow or get you hopping      

K is for kite, huge, colorful and climbing high
L is for loud laughter, that travels sailing by

M is for memories, make them joyful together
N is for no, a word you shouldn’t say to Mother

O is for orange, gives a refreshing aroma when pared
P is for pies, very easy to make and share

Q is for quilts, handmade, in many long hours
R is for rings, like crispy sweet onions dipped in flour

S is for Sunday a good "picnicking" day
T is for tart, rasberry and coconut on display

U is for under, below a big tree, a cool spot for shade
V is for vitality, borrowed from sunshine at any age

W is for walking, a good thing to do after a meal       
X is for xylophone, an instrument little brother plays with zeal     

Y is for yellow jackets chasing the smell of sweetness in air     
Z is for a Zebra picnic blanket of black/white stripes, colors always in pairs 

I have always enjoyed picnics in spring with vibrant green grass and all things new.  I have a daughter, sweet as can be.  Picnics can be fun, so if you have  little ones, they grow up so fast this may be one of those times to make good memories.   

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A Castle for the Mouse

Once there was a mouse that envied the castle on the hill.
It looked way more glorious than the hovel he lived in.
Every day he dreamed of what life there could truly be.
Dreams of wondrous food, plus beautiful rooms only his mind could see.
Sights from the windows each day, would deeply stir his very soul.
There would be glorious kingly meals, only a great chef could bestow.
There would be a fancy, cozy bed in a room with beauty all around.
But venturing up the hill… that is not even remotely what he found.

All the windows were too high with nothing near to climb upon.
And clouds were always obscuring any view that might be found. 
The family was too old with no children to drop crumbs upon the ground.
The furniture was ancient wood with nowhere comfy to hide from their hound.
The spaces were damp and drafty wherein he found to make his bed.
Nothing was anything like what he always dreamed it would be, in his head.
So he finally scurried back to the cottage, that home he’d always deplored.
Strange, the little cottage seemed to shine, and wasn’t a hovel any more.
While he’d been gone it seemed they had missed… giving him his nightly desire.
And they had got together to build a little castle just for him, set by the fire.
Then each night they had left a beloved, yummy piece of popcorn, solely for his lair.
He had been a loved little pampered pet, nothing better could be found elsewhere.

The moral to this story is dreams are only dreams that may not come true.
No matter how green somewhere else seems, always give a warm comfy home it’s due. 
Remember it’s a home filled with loving hearts… and not other things… 
That will make it… The Perfect Fit for you.

Bestiary: Type of Medieval poetry

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Happy hands at work---

--Mother, wearing a red bandana around her hair...
    hummed "Oh, Susanna", while dish soap scented the air --

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The Best Gifts

My youngest child taught me something today
That I had almost forgotten along the way

At this precious age the focus isn’t money
Or finding the promised land of milk and honey

As soon as we decorated our Christmas tree
She placed a gift beneath it saying, “For mommy from me”

It wasn’t a gift from a catalog or store
This special gift was so much more

She ran to her room, found her favorite toy, you see
Then placed it in a cracker box and gave it to me

No wrappings or ribbons just the heart of my child
With glowing eyes and a tender loving smile

That, my friends, is how Christmas should be 
Because the best gifts aren’t found beneath the tree

Copyright © 2009   Lena “Lolita” Townsend

“…and a little child will lead them.”~ Isaiah 11:6

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My Sister

My sister wrote a poem for me
Of christmass's gone and past
The time that was so special
We thought would last and last
The time is always changing
And we all know this is true
And things are not the same for us
So what are we to do?
We take the precious moments
That we shared some years ago
And know we will always have them
And never let them go
For no one can take the memories
That we hold oh so dear
As long as we could remember
And so how much we care

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It's not easy to live with every day problems,
Especially when someone expects you to solve them,

The minute that trouble has raised up it's head,
And balance the budget and make home made bread;

And making and keeping appointments and errands,
While setting a shining example as parents.

Sometimes I just wish I could go back to bed,
And dream a sweet dream and wake up instead,

To find I can take a day off to relax,
Perhaps read a book and not feel so taxed;

'Cause the house work will be there tomorrow for sure,
And I don't have to worry, my job is secure.

Who'd want all the worry I have all the time?
It's no bed of roses, no sweet dream sublime;

For I am a homemaker, nanny and nurse;
The one they all turn to for better or worse.

This is my castle and I am it's queen,
And I wouldn't trade it for anything.

(It's the most thankless job in the world --- or is it.)

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Beauty Marks

I like mine!
I think they're sublime!
They're round and dark.
The perfect example of a beauty mark.

They're a connection to my family.
'Cause my aunt has the exact marks like me.
It's funny how similiarites can make you feel special.
The moles are natural marks, not from make-up in commercials.

I know for most people this might seem strange.
At times there marks you'd rather rearrange.
But I really like mine!
I think they're sublime!

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A soldier's friend

Slowly breathing with a steady beat
Boots are crunching you feel the heat

You inch on closer, looking around
Watching your friends make not a sound

You have been told to kill this man
A threat he is to freedoms plan

Hold up your rifle, take careful aim
Let go of the guilt your not to blame

Orders you follow a good soldier you are
Try not to think the size of the scar

That this order will bring deep in your soul
We raise the flag on top of this soldier's hole

I will give support, I will lend my hand
So you can brother, continue to stand

To fight for the freedoms of people everywhere 
Down your rifle I, with you, shall stare

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Through My Fear

Oh granny gran...I'm here, I'm here
I held you so close, even through my fear

You're so cold...please open your eyes
Just once again..see sunny blue skies

Paper white skin, against my rough calloused hand
Each breath slips away, like hourglass sand

Sirens screem, but you can't speak
You knees are weak

God granted us these precious days
To laugh again..and be amazed..

And say I love you, although you know
Through my fear, my love will show

*hello everyone.sorry I've not been able to read all your wonderful poems and comment lately...
  I found my Mother In Law in a diabetic coma a few days ago..unresponsive...almost lost her....
  Been caring for her a lot...she is almost 91....hope to be back among the fun real soon..:-) :-) 

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Grandma's House

Our team, Pat and Mike, pulled the wagon over rough ground.
When the iron wheel rolled over a stone, we bounced around.

On the way to Grandma’s house, our hearts would sing with joy.
A happy day loomed ahead, filled with freedom from daily toil.

Aunts, uncles and cousins filled up Grandma’s kitchen,
food for our bellies, playful lambs, and baby kittens.

Peals of laughter among parents visiting with each other,
far too busy to watch everything we could discover.

A small house bursting with love and uncommon harmony.
Sweet memories of where we learned the value of family.

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Memories - Abuse

Oh mom I see your blood.
It runs from your nose like a flood.

I cannot run or even hide.
I am screaming inside.

Why is he after me.
I am too little to flee.

I cannot scream or cry loud.
Oh God who am I now.

Where are you mom for I fear.
Oh God, I need you near.

I am so confused.
Why have I been abused.

Mom I see an Angel near.
Now we have nothing to fear.

Why did he do these things to us...

Edward J. Ebbs :(

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Give Them A Miracle This Year

Two teachers were given this precious gift, with your guiding hands. One daughter they named Mali and she has all your lesson plans. To choose the best for Mali, with all the fear and doubt you raised. This gauntlet that was posed and run is a testament of their praise. They have surmounted each obstacle and hurdle that was made. With fear and doubt they have fought so, she won't be dismayed. Lets pray, a long life for this child, breathing this earths fresh air Creating a deafening echo from all of us repeating the same prayer I'm seeking a miracle for two teachers, a parents simple request Mali wins life after BMT, defeating Hurlers Syndrome, is my request That these two children grow together to live a long and happy life Would be Grandpa's wish for his Christmas, in this world of strife

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Birthday Wish Abroad

I have a birthday wish for you today,
Although words are not always easy to say.

In some ways, it does not seem right,
That you are not here and have taken flight.

My heart aches, but I really do understand,
After all, I still have your hand.

I know you have dreams you wish to come true.
This is my wish, my dream for you.

May your happiness be complete,
So in this life your will not feel defeat.

From my heart with this poem,
I cannot wait until you come home.

Edward Ebbs - Desert Storm 2005

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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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Happy is a Child

True joy is to hold a newborn child Their God's gift to make you smile you'll never find more earthly worth then two souls joining who give birth Grandpa's pride and Grandma's idle for these new parents it's their child To hold, love, teach, nurture and guide They do it all with a smile and pride All of the fear, worry, happiness and joy Unequaled by any store bought toy The richest people, you'll see around Are playing with children on the ground Long life, for a child, to breath earths fresh air Hear the echo, as all repeat the same prayer
Contest entry for "Children in rhtme"

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Poets Passion

Poetry soup satisfies so well,
Comments making hearts swell.

A long awaited return to grace,
A writers haven, a sacred place.

Each one telling their own story,
Hoping for prestige, honor and glory.

Poetry flows the way it wants,
Bursting from one's own taunts.

Belief in those who believe in you,
A poets passion always holds true.

Dedicated to my loving soup family...

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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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A Horse Of Course

<                                        Horses and snowflakes
                                   Illuminating to it's tongue's pallet's plate

                                              Open carriage rides
                                         Falling flakes in the eyes

                                             City strewn lights
                                  Hoof's echoing through out the night

                                             Fleece blankets
                                              Cider drank it

                                              Horns blare
                                              People's stare

                                        New York's Central Park
                                       An home for many after dark

                                         Four miles of bridal paths
                                    Drawn coaches to bring you back

                                          So horses and snowflakes
                                      Fills this ones poet's pallet's plate

Written By Katherine Stella
My Theme Was Both 
Horses And Snowflakes
This Is An Entry
For Constance ~A Rambling Poet 's ~ Contest
G.L. All


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I’ve journeyed to the highest peaks to glimpse beauty vast below
To gaze upon the Arch of earth, still higher one must go
I looked suspended from this world, the vistas I could see,
Behind me were the sun and stars, below humanity
So far away, I clearly saw, at last to understand,
 the most wondrous sight is love within that tiny speck called man.
I wanted most to know all truth, I've seen glorious realms on high
But now alone among the stars, in this place my dreams must die.
I’ve found all that I sought back then when I was in my teens
My journeys taken me too far to evermore be seen.
Yes truth I hold such beauty pure, was love I desired so much
But to know this wisdom deep within I’ve come too far to touch.
I’ve known such noble; selfless souls, gained treasures none can buy
Suffered such pain and misery, I’ve felt an angel cry.
I went too far, forgot myself, I did not count the cost
I see also from these staggering heights my hope for love is lost.
Weep not for me, I’ve few regrets…I chose my life’s endeavor
And though my time is past you see…through my children I’m forever.

Lawrence Schrank

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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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Education vs Family - girl rising contest

Just a young  girl with hope in her heart
Enjoying education thats when the rows  start

Father wants her to get married she is only fourteen
Sending her to  Pakistan to marry a man unseen

Her heart isnt in it so she has said no
Locked her in her room nowhere to go

Remembers a number thats  hidden in her beads
Needs her phone now to her mother she pleads

Do you want to see me married to an old man
Wringing her hands as she pleads with her Mam

Please get me that phone let me make that call
Or a life of heartache will be my downfall

Risking her life her Mam gets the phone
She dials the number asking for help whilst alone

The young girl hugged her Mam for the last time
Knowing she will never see her family again

By defying her Tad she is no longer their daughter
If found by the family, they would definitely slaughter

It brings shame on the UK this is happening
Where are our laws to stop it occurring

The rights of parenthood should be restricting
Saving the life of these girls who think education is constructive

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Democrats vs Republicans

Democrats vs. Republicans
Where oh where to begin
If one takes a dive into their lives you would see how one side  always wins
For the red light is on, and times have certainly changed
We live in a world that is selfish and becoming more deranged
A house divided cannot stand
America is in fragmented pieces but they don’t understand
Words are cheap when actions lie
I vote for the man who’s in the sky
For he never changes and he really cares
Not these greedy politicians who point and stare
America is about the people who work hard in this life
Yet all our government seems to do is feed on weakness and strife
I am pro restoration,
And anti-abomination
I am pro family unity,
Not superficial comments spoken into our hurting community
A bitter game
It’s such a shame
It’s time for us to give America back its glorious fame
Speak with conviction
Hold up our youth
Burn all the lies and tell them the truth
There’s a generation that’s growing on welfare and government loans
Independence is being broken down by control that is clearly shown
A father fracture has intruded
Many hearts and minds are polluted
Do they care about restoring the family unit as a whole?
Or are they leeches sucking out all our young people’s souls
Purity has been banned
As they raise up sworn hands
I can see the coiling snakes
Oh dear America we have made a terrible mistake
What really matters has been perverse
Like a woman under a tragic curse
Vote for vitality
Not the pagan’s visions of immorality
Vote for untainted officials
Not for men who can’t control their own missiles
Restore the innocence to our children in our music and on TV
Someone be the voice stating that in bondage how can you call yourself free
Another chance,   might be our last
Look to the leaders of Americas past,
Discern their virtue and read their soul
Then you will know which way you should go
Take the blinders and finally see
That we are being held captive to a rise of insanity
While we still got power take a missive stand,
Our land was blessed because of the convictions of man.

By: Sabina Nicole
Written: For such a time as this

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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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Happy Mother's Days

A mother's holiday should be everyday,
To show you the thanks I wish to repay. 

A million word poem could never consist,
Of all that you do - a lifetime of lists. 

So Ill keep it short - a miniature report.
To convey my gratitude for all your support. 

Preparing this thank-you, builds tears in my eyes.
The bulletproof bond we share never dies. 
Countless memories we've made as a pair,
Has given me more than I can compare

Your lessons of chivalry I've cherished so dear.
You've molded my heart to love with no fear. 

Your lullaby songs that put me to sleep,
Created a herd of infinite sheep. 

Happy Mother's Day Mom, I hope you enjoy.
Much love from your son, your grown baby boy. 

- Yours Truly

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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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Happy Holiday

Happy Holiday to each and everyone of you
May your hopes and your dreams for the new year all come true
It'a magical time for children of all ages
To show how much we care and try to remember the reason we are all here
To love and show compassion
Not just at holiday time
But all through the coming year after year

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My way

They ask.....
I answer.......

They hear.....
But don’t listen

They talk and tell…
They say and command

They do all…..
But try to understand………

Ask me again…..
And I hope you listen

Cause all I have to say….
I am doing it my way

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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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Joyce Johnson Understanding Lady

Joyce Johnson has something common with me
Someday this lady I will get to see

Soon I'll meet a person who understood
All my heartache for in her heart there's good

We'll sit down, settle with mugs of coffee
Talk as we munch on that homemade brownie

Inquiring how she withstood her great grief
Tell me your story, please do not  be brief

She and I will share stories long I've held
We'll drink coffee, eat brownies,  sit a spell

Contest:"First Words Over Coffee"
Sponsor: Michael J. Falotico
Written by: Sara Kendrick

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Jordanian Itinerancy

Across lands of streets, stone and desert
A breeze in a waltz for trees to avert,

I flow with the freedom of a river in a bay
Across mountains and winds with passion I sway

From the historical Petra, upon the purity of its sands
To the salty waters of the Dead Sea, prosperity in hands

At height upon its mountains, O’ Allah I pray
Embellished with the sunset of Wadi Rum, nature sleeps to allay

I mosey upon its Rabyeh streets, accompanied by its tender gust
I inhale the freshness of its varying cuisine, filled with utter lust

Gazing at its marvel in a background of family mirth
Across my Grand Ma’s balcony, Jordan fills the earth

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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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For What We Seek

In early dawn‘s crisp air, we journey forth with evanescent hope as we head north. We watch for what we seek. A *golden-eye glides overheard in blue of winter’s sky. We bear the cold as we trudge through the snow. Sometimes we stop for rest; then on we go. We spy a stream that now has turned to ice, and there it stands in pristine paradise. . . . Perfection! It’s exquisite, straight, and tall; without a doubt, the one that we will haul back home, where those we love wait eagerly To deck the lush green limbs of this year’s tree!
*golden-eye is a type of sea duck that can live in northern US and in Canada. For Francine Roberts' A Winter Couplet Poetry Contest My theme is #2: A Winter's Walk

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Gold Fish and The Frog

There was a Goldfish who thought he was a shark.
He kept biting the lily pad of a Monk Frog.
Behave said the frog, for you are no shark.
I can if I want, said the goldfish, if you are a Monk.

The goldfish kept attacking the lily pad with ardor and spunk.
He wouldn’t be gainsaid on being a shark.
As the Frog studied relentlessly to become what was wont.
Neither one believing the other… could become what he did want.

Now along came a snake to eat the monk frog on his ark.
But to him… this lily pad was sacred, and he didn’t want to disembark.
So the goldfish attached a leaf to stand straight up on his back…
And as he bit the snake’s tail the frog hollered SHARK!
Pandemonium ensued as the frightened snake did run off…
Thinking it’s better to be safe, than as some one else’s dinner doffed.
So some how, together they both became what they did want.
Living happily ever after, as friends in that great lily pond.

The moral my friend is you can be whatever you want.
Still, don’t stop as the path becomes hard, that you sought…
For if a gold fish can become a shark… and a Frog a Monk…
Then with work and friends made… you can become whatever you want.

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In this Garden, Eve took on the omnipotent 
knowing she lacks power to eat the forbidden fruit.

Her bite was great, as she tasted the fruit that
she offers to Adam, to do the same.

God told Adam to take his woman
out of his Garden.

Eden was unhappy this day.
God dominion was now forbidden.

Adam had bitten from the fruit as well.
Therefore, Adam was damned to a life of labor.

Ascribed to man, Eve was to be
the child bearer.

Life that you form man
must be supported.

Adam worked hard to raise Cain 
and Abel.

This is guidance given.
This is meaningful to your living.

Man does not support his child life in the world
but states he is religious.

He hides from his obligations
or he does not work.

Therefore, a systematic problem evolves,
juvenile crime because of the lack of financial support.

God told Adam to take his woman out of his Garden.
He must work to take care of her and his babies.

He told him… “Adam your Garden must be your core.
This is your resting place; therefore, you will know the way of man.”

In the words of the Almighty, man must form his Garden 
through holistic measures.

God told Adam to take care of home
since he loved his woman more than his core.

And, when Eve bares Adam’s children,
make sure he provides meaningful support.

Adam did.
Man today must.

This is the way to meaningful existence
and a holistic world.

Man is the strength.
Woman is the moral support.
Form: Couplet - Free Verse

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Sexy Kiss

We share a look from across the room and I saunter into your arms,
No matter how hard I try to defy, I can never resist your charms;

You slip a hand behind my head and drag me into your kiss,
You tantalize my senses as I lose myself to bliss;

Desire takes over my body as you take my breath away,
We stand in utter silence, we’ve nothing left to say;

There is an overpowering smell of whiskey and cheap perfume,
But locked in a passionate kiss, we’re alone in the crowded room;

Your kisses taste so potent, I savor the exotic flavor of you,
Your intoxicating to my senses, like the sweetest morning dew;

Wrapped in a fervent embrace, our bodies meld to form one;
I lose myself to you and it’s only just begun...

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Hard to remember my first kiss,
seems I’ve always been kissin’ and kissin’.

I’d pucker up and kiss Mother.
Dad would hug me and he’d get another.

Those petals got a whole lota use,
on baby sis’s toes, I’ll give no excuse.

Gram’s would kiss and kiss me again.
At five I had my first kissin boyfriend!

Teenage brought a kiss on my neck, 
a bit of tongue teasing, but what the heck.

College broadened my repertoire
till I met the one I’d been practicin’ for..

Now, on to that momentous kiss 
on our wedding day, well it was pure bliss.

A few years pass, I had my boy,
and needless to say, I kissed him with joy.

Lips, soft, plump and pink, I just love to kiss
I’ve always been a right kissable miss.

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The coming spring

I can touch buds on spring flowers as they open to greet the sun
Smell a sweet scent in the breeze, as the darkness starts to run 

feel on my cheek  ray's of the sun as life emerges from their bed
I taste the salt from my tears, GONE, is that what they said? 

If come spring my time on earth, should be ended with one word
I will do my best for family, to teach reason and spread your word

How do I teach family of my knowledge, hope God will please employ
How can this man teach his family, when he has lost all hope and joy?

Can the only one on earth to love or share this sorrow with be you 
Lost like falling leaves of spring, moving only when a cold wind blew

Realizing I'm caught between dying and dead just as these leaves
No happiness or joy just asking why, when, what or if I have to leave

Make good use of this man but, children dying take hope from this old boy
grand-child can't live, why should I survive without love, hope and joy?

Death is a thief of a child

"If spring is all the time I have to finish teaching what I know 
I'll teach what I can of life to my family without shedding tears"

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Collision of Fate

How Long Has it Been Since Two Strips of Red Flesh
Have Puckered and Uttered The Word Blaze?

The Mind is Void and One By One the Carvings and 
Paintings of My Friends Diminish into Obscurity.

                       - Dust Covered Palette -

Father, I model My Entirety Around Your Genius,
Yet The Misery Does Not Subside Nor Relinquish.

Focusing On One Aspect at a Time, The Self
Destructive Pre-set in My Head is Running.

                        - Right On Schedule -

Pain is Relative, I Have Suffered More Than A
Holocaust Survivor and Less Than an Adored Child.

Sometimes The Acceptance of This Insignificance is
Enough To Make You Shine Brighter Than God.

                        - I Hope One Day -

                                 - Our Paths Collide -

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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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Sister's Die

Under the hallow darkness of a November sky
Final grace came to her with one final sigh
Only the earthly robe is left now where she lie

"Project  U. F. O."     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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My Nan

I used to sit on my Nan’s knee; she ran her fingers through my hair
She told me all the stories of when she thought life was still fair

Many a time just sitting there listening to her stories told with mirth
I wouldn’t have swapped it for anything; there was nothing of equal worth.

Stories of my granddad, my mum, aunts and uncles too
Stories of the bombs landing, and all of them quite true.

To this day her old house, the wall tilts at an odd angle
When a bomb landed there, it blasted the streets only mangle*

There was always so many of us and not enough knees to go around
But I always managed to get one whenever we went round.

We were usually on the run, the rent man after money
Dad had got it to a fine art. Just booze no bread and honey

My Nan one did her anger flew, she struck him with a pan
I think it might have done him good; he started to become a man.

Those days now just a memory, but such wonderful though hard times.
No food no home no money but it was really great sometimes

A fondness there is for thing long past, whether good times or the bad
A time to remember the best of it, to get though it we should be glad

I still sit and ponder and feel her fingers through my hair
I’ll never say goodbye to my Nan, even though she isn’t there.

© 23/11/2012
Mangle: Rollers to squeeze water form the washing.
In those days the whole street used to share a mangle the owner would be the wealthiest in the road.

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I wish for you
warm happy thoughts
soft peaceful nights
kind lessons taught.
I hope that love
runs straight and true
but if it curves 
you’ll walk it through.
Hold to your breast
fond memories
tranquil bonds of bliss
When if your eyes
cloud up with tears
know that the Lord
will chase your fears.
Don’t let your smile
be doused by hate
throw it behind
won’t cross the Gate.

My wish for you
is that you see
a cherished life
is yours to be.

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Vacation {Footle}

All day
        At play

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A shark bit a small boat out to sea
When shark did bite they were alarmed as could be 

Where would they expect to find a shark?
Riding a a bike in an amusement  park?

Swimming in  the ocean's waters
A shark is being where he oughta 

People have sought his home to invade
They should leave before he knows a mistake wasnt made

When you decide to venture to sea
Sharks are at home there not me and thee 

Take your chances when opening wrong doors
For the next door you open may well be yours

You might find a shark inviting himself in
How to respond to this?  By biting his fin?

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Earth, Fire, Water and Wind have knowledge

Is joy found in Thee and thine or in me and mine? 
Whose words teach of the path, my life will define

Is happiness found, respecting all things, being kind?
By seeking a common good of man, with thee in mind

Or by achieving goals, success that will benefit me
Is this the key to unlock the grace foretold from thee?

It seems that many men’s words differ in religious belief
Each group’s path shifts, as when wind blows a leaf

Which men’s words should I follow, whose thoughts are true
Or do these men speak with words, mixed in an evil brew

As I think, ponder, on what path I should follow in life
You guide my direction, as the "Great Spirit", my fife

Let earths wind, water, fire, teach animal, plant and man
All lessons they need learn, from the creator of the plan

All mankind needs your grace to discern wisdom from folly
Some men distort your words to sell tickets on their trolley

With "faster is better" and “giving of your life will be holy”
Beware the cost of the ride, proceed a little more slowly

Wisdom discerns truth, as knowledge comes alive
Let your spirit be taught, before man can contrive

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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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Bama Bound

Born in Kansas near historical sites and dry plain, 
with fields of corn and valleys of wheat grown grain.

Four kids in the back seat of ’57 Chevy
riding with windows down, air hot and heavy.

Nine hundred plus miles braving hot summer sun
eating up asphalt until another day was done.

No money in our pocket except for some change,
traveled nonstop over mountain to coastal range.

With four kids and one on the way we pushed on,
to a town near Gulf Shores where sand was our lawn.

We missed old friends and many relatives too,
between fishing and swimming we had plenty to do.

Copyright © 2011  By Caryl S. Muzzey

Eighth Place Winner ~ "A Change of View" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Michael J. Falotico
March 21, 2011

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Ten was fun,
As I would run and play all day in the sun.

Twenty was ideal
As much of the world seemed nifty and surreal.

Thirty was a blast,
As a Dad I developed fantastic memories that will last.

Forty is here,
As opportunities persist and the gist of what lies ahead is unclear.

Fifty, Sixty, Seventy, Eighty,
Has anyone seen my keys lately?

Check Please,
It’s time to leave.

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In Dreams

In Dreams

Family reunion, can't get enough
Chillin' and talkin' about all kinds of stuff

Homemade ice cream taste so good
Want to eat it all day, if I could I would

We laugh and talk about old times
Relaxing and sipping on our favorite wines

My brother in law says I have a gift for you
It is a ring all shiny and new

I tell him I will cherish it and clinch the ring real tight
I know I am waking up from my dream tonight

My brother in law visited me from the beyond
A gift I will treasure, our family bond

Contest by: Francine Roberts
September 22, 2012

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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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Garage sell Poetically

If I could sell away some baggage
Tears and fears would be first to list

My hubbies lackadaisacal attitude
My sore joints and perfectionist tendencies

My son's messiness and lack of sage
Clutter and papers need not exist

Inheritance clutter has in'eptitude
Weighing heavy on my thoughts

For the contest by SKAT

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Circle of Gathering

Communal spirits rise into the air
Cautious of the white rabbits stare

Circle is the frame of choice
while laughter is the authentic voice

Curtains of white move with flair
taking on shapes an eagle, snake, or a bear

Clamoring for the right place
little ones realize a roasting pace

Cooking white clouds to brown or black
looking like a cumulonimbus stack

Curious stories are told to one another
unwinding witty tales to someone like your brother

Crackling noises fill the dark air
driving away thoughts of despair

Contented spirits embrace the night
glowing embers fade from sight

By: Richard J. Long - September 2012

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Letting Your Hair Down

Letting Your Hair Down

Looking to sit back and enjoy the day
Aiming for the patio table, our little get away

Kick off the shoes and sit with the family
Share todays news and laughing happily

And you know we have to have that ice cold beer
Best way to chill out over here

The neighbors wave and sometimes sit to chat
Our home is like a big welcome mat

Before you know it, here comes out the barbecue pit 
The more the better, I must admit

Home is where you can just relax and do nothing
Its when best memories are made and lots of good loving

Doesn't cost nothing to just enjoy and rest
This is when we are the happiest

Let your hair down and take a little time
Do this often and learn to unwind

Contest by:  Yasmin Khan
Written by:  Debra Falgout

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Copyright © 2012 
(A Purpose So Clear) 

Like children we fear 
  In secret a somber tear 

Like learning to walk 
 Babies listen to talk 

And reach for a hand 
  To help them stand 

This too, we all must do 
  By HIS Hand made anew 

by: LP

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A Perfect Day

I sink into the steaming bath and soak my cares away,
A glass of wine to cure the pain the damp brought on today;

No screaming son to demand my time, today is just for me,
A book is all I need to be as content as I can be;

I call the local pizza place as the water cools and bubbles fade,
I order up a large for me and hope it’s not delayed;

Soon the delivery man is on his way with a heavenly pizza pie;
And I intend to enjoy every slice, just me, myself and I;

The rain is coming down in torrents as I snuggle up on the couch;
I slowly start feeling more like me, instead of Oscar the Grouch;

I turn on my favorite movie, the one I’ve seen a thousand times;
I enjoy every second as I relax, feeling sublime;

My family will be home soon and their needs I’ll have to tend;
The sun sinks lower in the sky, as my perfect day draws to an end.

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We Made An Angel

We made an Angel for Jesus,
although he was tiny and small,
he’s now in the army of Jesus,
and helps to watch over us all.

Our baby was born in October. 
A beautiful blue eyed boy.
He appeared to be healthy and happy, 
he filled our hearts full of joy.

We had him for only a short time. 
His life seemed so normal at first!
Just before he was two, without warning, 
his health took a turn for the worst!

Six months later, he went up to heaven, 
to explain it, we won’t even try!
For a while, we were groping for reasons, 
why someone, so young had to die?

We kept on searching for answers, 
for what we could not understand?
Why God, would let this thing happen, 
was it all just a part of His plan?

All of a sudden it hit us, 
we knew just what God had in mind!
He let us make Him an Angel, 
to help Him watch over mankind!

Yes, we made an Angel for Jesus, 
although he was tiny and small,
but he’s big in the Army of Jesus, 
and helps to watch over us all!

Dedicated to Angel Bobby 
(Robert William Taylor -  1968-1971)

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This afternoon I am going to bake a tasty treat
Scones and lemon drizzle cake for us to eat

I’m also making a spicy balti chicken curry …
Hope we don’t have to run to the loo in a hurry

A huge pot of spaghetti bolognaise for our tea
It’s my son’s favourite hope there is enough for me

At one time I used to bake an awful lot more
But university took my son from our door

With just two of us left to eat a massive cake
If I stepped on the scales they would start to quake

So now baking is reserved for high days and holidays
Must dash now need to get out the baking trays!

Jan Allison
25th August 2014

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A punchbag

Against a wife, a punchbag's just a dream!
While being punched it almost does not scream.

Volodymyr Knyr

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If You Were Ever My Girl

If you were ever my girl, how happy I would be
We'd go down in history, our names carved on a tree

We would walk the seasons happily hand in hand
Form girlfriend to fiancée, I'd take that marriage stand

As we enter our tomorrows, children we would discuss
To bring such joy to the world, by loving made by us

We'd grow every day much stronger, kids help to do this
Doing so much together is what's called family bliss

To see our kids prosper, and make their mark in life
As I view life's peripheral, I'm so glad you became my wife

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His Final Letter

I now lie here alone, the wounded have joined the dead
Hours pass like years, my body, in shrapnel torn shreds

My duty, my love for my country, I can no longer give
Memories knowing I have lived, are now starting to sieve

Being so far away from my family, so far away from my home
Daylight like my life, allures me to a darkening roam

  To my love I write this letter, my wife my lovely Serena
  My words are all I have left, in this war torn theatre arena

  Remember when I moved in next door, you were first to say hello
  And the day when you asked me out, I was too scared to go

  I know we were only eleven but something clicked that day
  Into our teens we grew, knowing I'd marry you one day

  The day of our wedding, was the happiest day of my life
  For knowing my heart was true, when I asked you to be my wife

  Thank you for being who you are, and what you made me to be
  Never wanting me to enlist, to protect the land of the free

  I'm seeing places of our past, the greens, our courting grounds
  You playing with your lovely blonde hair, twirling it around

  Serena, my love, my friend, thank you for being my wife
  Tell our kids I love them dearly, thank you for being in my life

I'm growing ever weaker, as I write through redded stains
The darkening roam allures me, the light now starts to drain

~*~ Inspired by an image created by Serena Dunaway ~*~

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(A tribute to my parents.. and their maple tree)

Blustery Autumn days
Rainbow hues dancing down from our maple tree
Time's past so fast it's just so hard to believe
Still see rope burned branches from yester years
How quickly now it seems our body's have aged
Can't think and do as we used to do
Remember how we'd laugh and rake from 8 till 2
Those pain free Saturdays are all too few
Like our seasoned maple our time's drawing near

But what an amazing journey we've had
Yes, an incredible life we've had
Memories on branches not a single one bad
From our earliest days what a journey we've had

In Spring our family made
Six children blossomed into pure delights
Played under the branches till sunset brought night
Those happy sounds from our maple still ring clear

Then Summer's shade
Birds are singing where they want to go
Some family secrets only this maple knows
A trusted friend who won't talk but hears

Winter will soon invade
When love is still in Spring it's just not fair
Our maple will be dressed in snow but weak and so bare
Our hearts will be full, memories will bring warm tears...

Oh, what an amazing journey we've had
Yes, an incredible life we've had
Memories on branches not a single one bad
From our earliest days what a journey we've had!

Sponsor: Gail Angel Doyle
Contest: Memories On Branches

Note: Used thoughts from my poem entitled "Autumn Days" but too radical of a shift to just submit it with differing titled.  Feel free to contrast the differences.

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If you leave I will die

If you leave I will Die

These words spoken, nay more a yell
has put my heart deeper into hell.

Astonished indeed the grip held tight
from grandmas weakness came mighty might.

Her pleading eyes forever will haunt
until the grim reaper to me will taunt.

Across the states in airplane I flew
when call of grandmas dying became my news.

To sister and father these words she spoke
when Catherine arrives, tomorrow my last awoke.

With her visit she declare “I shall die
willing and ready, all peace have made I”.

Yet simpleton girl, granddaughter did make
“No death to you, a healing you shall take”.

Each day grandma’s strength vigor and glow
“Run away death, this passing I shall slow”.

So strolls in the park under brightly lit sun
granddaughter believes this battle is won

Such dependence a quick arrive
 now that grandmas been ordered …survive!

Seems her life saved now owe I do
grandma demands, switch of the shoe.

Walk in my stead weary she say
Bored beyond, each passing long day.

Her bidding I cry “What to do ?”
“Walk, chocolate? Fix my air tube too” !

Said  not in grace nor thankful choir
not kind to you, or nurse for hire.

The walls came in on me at last
must break free, these walls to blast.

An avalanche of tears came down
now grandma left with a terrible frown.

“You break my heart ,you must not leave”.
 And I to her, “I must you see”.

“But if you leave I know I die”.
 These words to me, did make me cry.

Yet out the door, I did make pass
 Knowing soon come, my  grandmas mass.

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My Fledglings it's TIME

So now I sit and watch the years go past
I wonder how my children grew so fast

For : Time - single rhyming couplet contest 
1st Place

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'A Home Treasured'

Memories scuffle to be remembered I wish this journey did not have to be endeavored The pictures against the wall Each with its own story to scrawl I can still hear the laughter Something we never use to chase after It all came so naturally This place embraces everything that means family If we close the door today Our hearts might feel a wee bit grey Calling it home was a treasure Blessed was I beyond measure
Contest: A Change Of View 2nd Place

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Good Night My Wife

So come kiss me and say good night,
Before the moon goes full and bright,
The eye lids blinking envied peeps,
To see your face in charming sleep.

Your hands, the warmth, it comfort me,
Your eyes, the pearls from lovely sea,
Their shyness sing and dance to heart,
No king or god shall see its art.

To hold your gentle skin to chest,
And lie on lap in complete rest,
Your pretty blossom face I kiss,
And dreaming places, holy bliss.

Your scent of roses bring me forth,
This pleasant chill from mountains north,
Your face that shine and smile with sun,
Reminds me of the love I won.

The western winds shall blow for you,
To fill your hairs with shining dew,
Your sparkling face bring back to life,
My soul I took with hunters knife.

But dying soul then lives again,
From death and night by breaking chain,
Your love keeps calling back to life,
To hear you sing, my charming wife.
©Anees Rahman

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Valentine Romance

Valentines day is always something special to me, I explained. 
So I planned a romantic evening and got ready for my campaign.
The children were at a sleepover with their favorite friends they adore.
So I met my hubby as he came in, accidentally tripping and making him hit the door.
Thank God his head is hard as he hit that, the nearby TV, but very little more.
I made Cherries Jubilee as a snack while he sat there with an ice pack to his head. 
But before I knew it, I’d knocked it over and almost burned down the house instead.
When he finally put the fire extinguisher away…
I got up and got some of the kids’ apple tarts I had made. 
He bit in deep and burned his mouth, declaring he wasn’t hungry and the pain would fade.
Next he decided to go upstairs, but I had put rose petals down everywhere in spades.
And yes you probably guessed it… he slipped and ended up needing a little aide.
At this he decided to take an aspirin and lay down upon the couch. OH  HHWell…
But I knew the rest needed to happen above, to totally create this romantic spell…
I had to get him to the candles and bubble bath, where my romantic dreams still dwelled. 
So I got out some scarves and danced toward him, tying up his hands before he fell.
He never knew what hit him as he was lassoed and gently bounced up the stairs.
I guess I wouldn’t have had to tie his feet… a few words would have done as well.
But you know me when I get going, my mind tends to lose a few brain cells…
He was flustered, exhausted and bruised when he got there, but he’s made of the right stuff.
Though as I took off the scarves, he flopped on the bed pulling the covers over his head kind of rough.
He said he loved me, but living with me could be kind of tough.
He said it was better to leave it to him, for the romantic endeavors and such.
He said he had reservations and play tickets in his shirt pocket for later on that night.
But what he needed now was some aspirin and a few moments of quiet respite. 
So with a sigh he started snoring, and my romantic dreams were momentarily crushed.
I dearly love the man you know. But, do you think maybe I tried too much?

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The Garage Sale

Welcome to my garage sale 
woman's clothes are tops, no tale

From hats to dresses to blouses
You can also, find trinkets for your houses

This garage sale is the village best
Bring the kids for a inexpensive toy fest

Computers in good condition are here
Great classic books will make you appear

A sofa in good condition and tables
And chairs for barely a song, enable

You to redo your living room, honey
Without having to spend that much money

Take advantage of these bargains, fine
Having withstood the damages of time

CDs and movies from time past
Will give your oldies a new blast

Come today and try my wifes toffee
We serve homemade cookies and coffee.

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Love Beyond Love


Two daughters given to me
A gift from God, a gift for free

Thank You Lord this gift of love
A gift that can only be given from above

I will nurture and care with all my heart
Till the end of times will never part

Oh how great and strong this love grows
My heart and soul only knows

Thank You Lord this gift from above
Today, forever, Its all about LOVE

April 16, 2012   Form: Couplet

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There is never enough time

There is never enough time to just hold you and look into your eyes
Just one more second is all i need but its never there

There is never enough time to tell you that i need you
Or time for the romance that i so badly want to share

There is never enough time to find out about your day
Because there is always way to much to do

There is never enough time for  your attention
Just to stop and say  i love you

There is never enough time to find out all your wants in life
Your dreams ambitions and were you want to be

There is never enough time for you to look toward the future
And if there was would you see me

Theres never enough time for you to truly be mine
Between work and kids and chores

There is never enough time for me to be satisfied
You always leave me wanting more

There will never be enough time to tell you all my wants in life
Or how i have the next three years planned

Theres never enough time for uss
And i dont think you'll ever understand


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The Letter

A letter was received from a far-off land, please send us some aid if you possibly can. Our fields are barren, our cattle long gone, our farmers are now soldiers leaving wives at home. Some of our families are homeless, dwellings destroyed, by shells aimed at our villages, which we cannot avoid. Our children are starving; they have no clothes to wear. As for medical supplies, these are very scarce. So please send at once the things we desperately need, food, clothing, and medicine, this we beg and plead. We must thank you for all that you have done, and could you also send more ammo for our guns.

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It's a final sale, no exchanges, no refund; grab anything that you like...
all items sell for a dollar or less, even grandfather's four-wheel bike.

Over forty two years I have collected transistor radios, vinyl records, ceramics dolls
and plates with famous faces on them...oh, Debbie from The Wizard of Oz enthralls!

I am making room for new furniture, and must get rid of them...
it's sad to give them away when they offered much excitement! 

In those boxes and crates, you'll find many commodities...
soap bars, bathing towels, curtains shower and perfumes.

Take a look at some funny clothes that I wore in my teens: tight blue jeans,
wool sweaters, cowboy's shirts, boots and hats, trying to look like sexy Elvis!  

Browse and find that item you couldn't it Marylin Monroe's furry shawl? 
If the final sale is not complete by early evening, I will draw a winner to take it all!

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Grandma's Phrase on Daily Living

Live everyday like there’s no tomorrow,
Or your life will be filled with sorrow.

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What annoys me

What annoys me......

I have a list as long as my arm
The things that irritate and cause alarm!

Please don't breathe down my back
My patients will not stand for that!

When you sit and drink your tea
Sit in another room and not near me!

I can not stand to hear you swallow
It goes right through me, if you must know!

I go to the freezer to find some food
But the chill it gives me creates big moods!

And don't get me started when hubby starts sneezing
Not just once but twenty times - ever lasting!

I irritate and annoy me too
But my man, he understands my views!

By Emma Buckeridge
For contest:   Cellphones in the sauna...What annoys YOU?

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Our Love

How do I know that love is true,
Is it what‘s felt between me and you;

      I know it’s true, this love I’ve felt,
      It’s the reason that on one knee, I knelt;

Is it more than a growing bond of trust,
More than desire, more than lust;

      I never would have asked for your hand,
      If I never thought you’d understand;

Is it the way you hold me when days are long;
Or the way you cheer me with a goofy song;

      My love for you is infinite,
      And never will my love remit;

Is it the way you kiss my tears away,
Or the soothing words you always say;

      And I feel your love in your very touch,
      I never thought I’d love so much;

So what is love you may inquire,
It’s the way you set my blood on fire!

      The love I feel for you is true;
      You know, I’d even die for you.

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Aunt Eva, the Wild Woman

A vibrant, wild woman took center stage at every family wedding or party
Long, flowing locks even in old age, she always embarrassed her brother Artie

Once statuesque at nearly six feet tall, Eva was a sight to behold at buffets
Plate upon plate, she piled food so high; restaurant owners said she ate with craze

Bubbling with energy that radiated, this former beauty queen knew how to dance
As a child she led me to the floor; we’d Charleston!  Wild woman sure could prance!

As a teen she’d fallen into Hudson Bay; she learned how to swim, suffered no harm
She repaid the favor by training nearly every Jersey Shore lifeguard

Her tales were many and some seemed tall, especially to a child so small
But the one about dolphins saving her from sharks could certainly enthrall

Her loudly ticking old-time video camera was heard each time I was in a play
She never missed a performance, though she may have stood in the audience’s way

And Bob Hope called her up on stage when she and her camera stole his show
In saintly splendor she revels now, still radiating that winsome glow

Dedicated to my dear Aunt Eva.  

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Once A year

The family's gathered together and swarmed around the Christmas tree
and even Grandpa Elmer has shaken and rattled the gifts ,you see.

The ham has been glazed to perfection and Mama calls us to the table
but Uncle Fred is floating in eggnog;as for getting up he's just not able!

Grandma's disgusted the young-uns;she pinches the cheeks right off each kid.
Auntie Midge has much to say about the neighbors's secrets they've hid.

Cousin Joe shows up with his girlfriend,a stripper from the local club
and while the family finds their seats,Daddy stumbles home from the pub.

Across from the stuffing and mashed potatoes Mama shoots him a nasty stare.
If looks could kill he'd be dead as a doorknob but Daddy doesn't seem to care.

We bow our heads now to say grace;I look at all the faces dear.
I'm grateful for each wacky one and that Christmas just comes once a year!

written 12/13/12

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                      My children

Year 1974,75 and 77 was the years for me.
That's when I decided to have just my three.
Those three were give to me by our Lord above.
Since the day they were born they've filled my
               heart with joy and love.
When they were born I was in a wheelchair.
    Just to have them I knew life was fair.
 I was as close to them as a mom could be.
    They were my all my wonderful three.
            I have two boys and a girl.
      With those three lifes been a whirl.
Their all grown-up now with kids of their own.
        Now all they do is cry and moan.
They say I'm the best mom and grandmother.
         Cause to them I'm like no other.
                                     Teresa Skyles
Entered in Waylee Whitlock's"My children"contest

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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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On Brighton Beach

Tents of various colours in parade across the sands
It's summer time in Brighton as the sun beams down so grand

Families too many to mention, on blanketed abound
Whilst laughter resonates from the children all around

Even nature has her say as the waves caress the shore
Just like yesterday, and so many years before

Gliding terns and seagulls grace the thermal flow
As they anticipate the pickings that present them down below

Rock pools gather attraction, a learning call for the young
Explained by thoughtful parents, of how we all began

Sails of shapes and sizes appear against the blues
Boats and ships aplenty in sailing tacking cruise

My day now nears it's end, on this wonderful Brighton Beach
So many joys surround me, I'm so thankful their in my reach

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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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Precious Things

I will talk with you of precious things,
The sunsets' hue and birds that sing,
What children did and adults do,
And teaching babes to tie their shoe.

That time is worth much more than gold,
And greater still - someone to hold.
Health is not so over-rated,
Biggest regrets? O'er those I've berated.

To spend an hour with my niece
Is like another puzzle piece,
The real measure of a man
May be in how he takes a hand. 

How dawn and dusk partner their color
And share that with an ardent lover.
That tiny bloom so trodden on
Could still bear seed, even looking wan.

A child dancing with Elmo and chasing the dog
Is better than coffee at cutting through fog,
Anticipation's not better than the event,
And moments together are time best spent.

I've learned I'm not completely whole,
That television can't fill my soul,
And what I've been and what I've done
Have been negated by the Son.

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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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written 20th may 2013

As the world shuts down
 lavish ladies put on their gown

Rest comes, as they comb their hair
 while others, fight the midnight air

All living lives, they had exactly detailed
 not a thought goes out, to those who failed

Homeless man...where was his fall?
 can any of you see or care, that no one heard his call

One tiny second, it's lost
 the next one to fall....could be anyone's cost

Be wise, and look to the skies
 for he is the one, you need to recognise!

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My Light

You are the light in my darkness,
my shelter in a storm.

You give me strength when I am weak,
and your love to keep me warm.

When I was hurting, lost, and hurt,
it was your faith that I had used.

When I was cold, depressed, and lonely,
I stayed alive by your love only.

When I felt pushed or shunned away,
it was then your friendship made me stay.

When I was sick and felt like dying,
I knew you loved me by your crying.

I knew you loved me, knew you cared,
you did what no one else had dared.

You took the time to learn, to see,
just what I really am in me.

You listened to my thoughts and fears,
and helped me wipe away my tears.

You helped me learn, respect, and love,
to pray to God, my Lord above.

You're the light in my darkness, I hope you'll see,
I'll love and thank you, Mom, for eternity.

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My History of Me, One Day

We awakened, we argued, just like we had done before
It was mostly about football, the Celtic versus Rangers score

I would choose my team, as usual he would choose his
Pushing and shoving would then entail, growing brotherly bliss

But this was a day that was going to unite us, brothers, yes we
For we were getting our uniforms, the Boys Brigade's 4th Company

Football squabbles we left behind, to Bishop Edens we would go
It's our Primary School, did I tell you, our learning's in scholar show

As usual we met at playtime, in the same team we always played
We were like Pele, no doubt, well! it's what we tried to display

To the clock we always watched, as we told each other after school
Lets hurry home to have supper, for the 4th Company in us ruled

We left the caravan together, then brotherly competition arrived
Hey James! I'll race you to the canal, my little legs in strive

Into the distance he ran, blimey! he's much faster than I thought
I must continue to look up to him, he's my elder, I'm sure well taught

Just as I turned the corner, now knowing that I'm lagging behind
One minute he was there then gone, images now run through my mind

What I have witnessed, is now focused, a JU250 van has swept him away
It's impact I feel in my heart, I'm now in slow motion play

I now reach the junction, in my peripheral I hear my brother scream
Nothing like this I have heard, am I absorbed in a nightmare dream

The driver exits the van, his head he holds in his hands
I'm seven years old in tears, just trying to understand

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“Mother…for whom love was enough”

Love and a sense of humor were Mother’s tools of trade
and a judicial wisdom with every judgment made.

She used no threats, no whips nor straps to discipline her brood.
No swear words or shouts did she employ to force us to be good.

We each were quickly sorry, if misbehaviors or our lies
brought signs of disappointment to her beautiful gray eyes.

Daddy and Mama were a team and didn’t sabotage each other.
His one firm rule that he enforced was a simple “Mind your mother”.

My mother’s meals were evidence of her enduring love,
She turned out her delectables on an ornery old iron stove.

No one ever had to be called twice to one of Mama’s meals.
We came eagerly anticipating the treat each bowl reveals. 

We were so happy at that table, with Daddy at its head,
as we sat thinking of the food, throughout the prayer he led.

She cooked to please our daddy with  Pennsylvania Dutch dishes
And on our birthdays pampered us with our selective wishes.

When we were sick our mama used her love potion to kill
all of the foolish bacteria that had dared to make us ill.

She never was too busy to attend our little bruises,
to wipe our tears with her clean apron, one of its many uses.

She raised her seven children in those days when times were tough.
We didn’t miss the luxuries. She had taught us, “Love’s enough”.

By: Joyce Johnson 8/25/11      For Constance’s contest “Mother”

Won #5

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I'm Not As Strong As You Think I am

I'm not sure how much more of this I can take,
At any given moment, I may break.

It's harder than I thought, to watch you die.
I say "I'm good", but it's just a lie.

Every visit, leaves me broken.
With every jumbled sentence spoken,

You fight so hard, to maintain your grip.
Even still, I watch you slip.

I'll laugh and smile, as long as I can,
But I am not as strong as you think I am

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For  the winds that blow the rain to the dry 
And thirsting  crops of July;

For the hopeful song of my woman there
With  a sleeping baby in a rocking chair; 

And  for her eyes so clear and the way they change -
Strangely familiar,  and familiarly strange;

And  for the smells  of new baked bread
As the kids get  sleepily  out of bed;

And   for cold mountain streams -
Tasting better than the elixirs of dreams;

And for a friendship remembered from long ago
Fondly cherished before we had to go.

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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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Fond Memories

It does my heart good thinking of childhood memories
When the only thing that was important were families.
Friends made at a young age have now become old friends.
But the family bonds that were made will never end.

With five brothers, a sister and very colorful parents
We had the ability to stand proud despite our appearance.
We lived south of town, many referred to as the boondocks
Our clothes came from catalogs and never store bought.

Father played guitar and harmonica, quite the music man
Every weekend at our home was gathered a different band.
My love for music came honestly from my dearest Dad
I would fill in playing instruments when no one else was to be had.  

Mother had a heart of gold and people all around knew
If you walked in she'd ask, "Would you like a drink or some stew?"
Hobos from the train tracks would wonder to our doorstep
Knowing they'd be fed with hopes my father wouldn't catch.

Exciting were my summers spent with my Grandmother
She chose to take only me and never the others.
Her Irish ways and stern body of healthy stature
Made her a hard soul to understand but I so loved her.

Most of the friends of my parents had many children also
It was a pleasure to see them as they come and go. 
My siblings were the only companions with which to play
So when company came over always one child would stay.

The Ohio River had many wondrous things to offer as a child
We would swim, fish or skip stones and then stop for awhile.
All gathered to drink Kool-Aid and eat sandwiches Mom made
Then back to the water and later begging to see who stayed.

Christmas holiday was especially joyous at our home
My parents would scurry to hide toys so not one was shown.
The many toys left by Santa underneath a fresh cut tree
All these warm memories of family are very special to me.

Note: For "Heart's Warmth" contest

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Don't tell me to visit,
When you refuse to let me in.

Don't preach your religion,
When you've done nothing but sin.

Don't show me your tears,
When you refuse to wipe mine.

Don't load me with guilt,
Saying "It's been a long time"

Don't tell me you love me,
Then shut me out of your life.

Don't bother wasting anymore of your time,
I'm done handing you the knife.

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Death in the Family

Curious lights flash through the door, 
Strange beckonings leave you wanting more.
Drawn to the lights you step outside,
Into the night where danger may hide.

Striding boldly you search for the source,
Stepping lively you determine your course.
Every step brings you nearer,
While your surroundings grow ever stranger.

Dazzling lights flash in the darkness,
Showing garish flashes of horrid harshness.
Steps grow timid, but much faster,
To avoid unknown disaster.

The devil dances just out of sight,
Cackling at his fortune this ghastly night.
The darkness fades with the sunrise,
Revealing the morbid cast of Death and Demise.

Then time passes and small things change,
But the cries of sirens you never heard still cry,
Never silenced within your brain,
Ever crying out the day that you began to die.

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I Have Three Favorites

Part I
Three TV shows stick in my mind.
Specific memories are hard to find.
There once was a series, long ago.
I would always cry at the end of the show.

“I Remember Mama” was the program's name.
Their family stories set my heart aflame.
Love's influence stays strong in my soul.
Family ties remain love's precious goal.

Part II
Jack La Lane was a “family name.”
It was not a drama or a prize-winning game.
After school each day for many years,
Mother and I exercised to his cheers. 

Healthy eating and exercise,
He daily did enthusiastically advise.
Scrunching the face and tensing the mouth
Would keep the sags from going south.

Daily healthful lessons and time with mom,
Soothed my fears; I felt safe and calm.
Those pleasant memories remain to this day.
Jack La Lane helped my family play.

Part III
“Today's Show” co-anchored by Barbara Walters,
Before “Women's Libbers’ and bra-less halters. 
Set a successful example for all to see.
Reporting with kindness and harmony.

Her interviews were thoughtful; guests at ease.
I would run home from school, the moments to seize.
She modeled womanhood by success.
Serenely she brought me through personal distress.

My life is quite different than hers ever would be.
She remains a part of my childhood history.
Thoughtful of others, from her, example,
I learned to be strong in a world that is hostile.

Three favorites each different, somehow, the same,
All made an impact upon my life's game.
Sincerity of heart was the common thread.
Caring for others, like them, did in my heart embed.

© July 20, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Favorite Television Show/Episode Remembered 	 
Sponsored by: Shani Fassbender

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I Want to Know What Love Is - Co-Written with Carolyn Devonshire

I heard the song and wanted to know what love is, so I turned to James
The Soup's king of romance knows it means more than just flirtatious games

     Dedication absorbed with love, for to feel it for the very first time
     The unification of two must gel like words in a poetry rhyme

This, James told me, and we explored the meaning much further
Many types of love, including a child and father

      Family life is important, reciprocation leads the way
      Whether blood, fostered or taken on, it's loves bond that says

We see an elderly couple walking hand-in-hand
This is but one type of love that many years withstands

      For so many fall by the wayside, taking different forks on life's roads
      Where a previously blossomed love has journeyed into destructs corrode

The deep affection felt for those whom we call our friends
Nestles deep within our hearts, a bond that never ends

     This we must truly cherish in a world going from day to day
     It does not matter where we come from, we are part of earths bouquet

Love knows no bounds and is shared with all humanity
One that respects each race and religion’s dignity

~*~ Co-Written with Carolyn Devonshire ~*~

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Wigging Me Out

Early one morning my Hubby was sleepily shuffling around and about.
Dawn was almost breaking and we were becoming late no doubt.
Toiletries were a waiting, as he shuffled near the morning throne.
Opening the lid, you’ll never guess what exited as a rocket blown.
EEEWWW …Poor little thing… Oh Who, you will never guess…
Out popped a little tree frog jumping at mach 2 in his quest…
Yes, he was wet and doing his very best as he stuck to the vanity. 
For who can say how long he’d been trapped in there, you see?
It puzzled me to wonder… How he’d got to the second floor?
Poor little guy… I doubt he could have withstood very much more.
Now here we were to scare him… Yes, another time, I confide…  
We had to get him past 3 dogs awaiting for food and to go outside.
It wouldn’t have been so bad if 3 squirrels weren’t watching from the tree.
None might have been so eager, if they’d known he came from our potty.
My jammied hubby ran for the mulch pile where sticks and leaves abound…
As I entertained the squirrels and doggies with tempting morsels all around.

Now I can’t say it was traumatic to save a little wayward froggy…
But I won’t be opening that lid without a light, especially, if I am groggy.
And I’ll move back out of range as I lift the lid… I thank you all the same.
And next time I won’t forget to clean the toilet in a timely way, to my shame.
And I won’t ask my hubby to wash his hands 10 times daily… come next May.
Now I know you may not believe me… but I'll take an oath on this… I say.

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The frightful winter storm is o'er, now all is so serene.
Mellow moonbeams now flood the wondrous wintry scene!

The gaily-festooned sleigh glides silently o'er the pristine snow,
Laden with festive revelers, their ruddy faces all aglow!

The two svelte steeds trot rhythmically o'er snowy hill and dell.
Sweet melodic tunes chime merrily from each tiny harness bell!

Mom keeps hot cider flowing to fill each empty mug.
Recalling days of yore, Dad slyly steals a kiss and hug!

The kids urge Dad to make the horses go a little faster.
"No" says he, "With drifts ahead we'd surely court disaster!"

Candlight welcomes them to Grandma's house just beyond the bend!
Boundless love and a roaring fire await them, on that they can depend!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved

Placed No. 8 in Francine Roberts' "A Winter Couplet" Contest - November 2011

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Reflect, Stressed to Reflect

Can it be oh so serious, or humerous to be believed
When one life's turns it's oblique corner, when life can so deceive

It's when you've looked through childrens eyes, what would you honestly see
If you could be able to see through my eyes to reflect, would I be you or me

To be awoken one cold dark morning, when shades of oranges and reds abound
When all that you can hear, are the terrors in your sound

Bright lights and sirens craze, amidst a family counting cries
Whilst a screaming father shouts, will they find his sons alive


Can it be oh so serious, or humerous to be believed
When you've turned that oblique corner, we thank that we're relieved

It's when you've looked through childrens eyes, what would you honestly see
If you could be able to see through my eyes to reflect, would you be you or me

The excitement of going places together, brothers as they should normally do
Come back, your running too fast, I'll never be as fast as you

Bright lights and sirens craze, amidst a father again counting his cries
Internally he screams once more, will he find his sons alive


Can it be oh so serious, or humerous to be believed
When I have turned so many corners, when I view my family sieved

It's when you've looked through this childs eyes, what would you honestly see
If you could live through continuous hurt, in death, also I would be oh so free

To be alive and escape ones past, as I sat in the Abertarff Bar one day
Way back in 1982, I nearly allowed my being to stray

If I had decided to turn that corner, this you wouldn't be reading now
Bright lights and sirens would craze, and wonder why and how

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The Painful Facts

nervous system originates in the brain.
Nerves send and receive signals to feel pleasure, fear or pain.

A baby’s diaper rash causes crying, pain and suffering,
Her torment needs attention , care and buffering,

She is so sensitive to pain, as were you and I ,
The slightest discomfort caused us to cry.

But because this is pain we can not now recall,
It does not mean we didn’t experience it all,

The nervous system is developed in Mom’s womb long before birth,
Of course, most people know this fact, for what it’s worth,

Why else does the babe instinctively move away,
When the medical probe is maneuvered her way?

She does not know the terms “women’s rights“, “choice” and “abortion”,
As she is killed, screaming in a fear and pain filled contortion,

But that baby’s pain simply doesn’t matter in this world of darkened lights,
She missed the boat when the flag unfurled for choice and women’s rights.

Dear child, you are just not old enough to be without pain and fear,
You see, we have too many excuses times one million a year.
May God buffer your pain my little friends when your shortened time is through,
And forgive your Moms and Dads for we may or may not know what we do.

And  ask God to have mercy on us self blinded pretend Christians too,
As we vote for politicians who promote killing your siblings and you.

Dedicated to Chantel

     This  is a repost of the poem written 5/01/2010 in answer to a charge that babies don't feel pain anyway so it's okay to abort them.
 The news today 4/17/2012 (AP news) reports that the fetal pain abortion law which recently came about in three states because of the scientific proof that unborn babies do feel pain is now under attack because people want to kill the little ones anyway in spite of their proven torture.
     Perhaps some day our society will become civilized and history will reveal these acts for the barbarianism that it indeed is. Until then let's keep praying for our youngest most vulnerable minority friends.
-Robert A. Dufresne

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Hell is a condition of everlasting separation
From God’s absolute presence of love


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Soup Feeding

Yes any soup is great for a nasty cold.
Just be careful that it is not really old.
Home canned soup can be really great.
Though if the seal is gone, don’t equate.
Store bought can soup can make the heat.
With protein sandwiches definitely compete.
Frozen homemade soup if heated up just right,
Can completely win over any colds plight,
Feed a cold, starve a fever is what they say.
I believe these words truly in every way.
Maybe we should all try some old remedies.
The aged of our past had knowing of amenities.

Dedicated to PD


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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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24 C

                  24 C

24 C. You joined on  a Wednesday.
24 C. That’s how you were labelled.

24 C. Beloved and awaited.
24 C. You make me elated.

24 C. Half her and half me.
24 C. We’ re here for thee.

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Cancer, I hate you with a deep passion
You took my dad not in a timely fashion

My dad was the backbone of our family
His absence left an aching need cavity

He held our family together with prayer
Away from Satan’s snare and hell’s fire

Then one day he was so terrible sick
We thought this must be a silly trick

The doctor said he had not much time
O no the family thought this is a crime

The best father there was down by cancer
Riding on a black horse this hated lancer

For Michael J. Falotico's contest

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Cruel Hearted Greedy People

My animals are like family to me, not just a pet.
 My cat is in labor, and she's having issues, so all I can do is fret.

The emergency Vet wants four hundred and fifty dollars!
 I don't have it, so she's denied and all I can do is holler. 

So what am I supposed to let her sit here and die?
 It makes me want to go stab that jerk in his eye!

You should be a Vet because you love animals, not money.
 What's a cat's life to them? I don't think its a damn bit funny.

I mean the economy is low and I'm not asking to do it for free.
 Just to let me make payments, how hard can that really be?

Cruel-hearted, greedy people that are ruthless and hollow.
 You can bet karma will most definitely linger and follow.

Some people just don't understand, she isn't a cat, she's my baby.
 There is a chance she will live, and I hate living on the whim of a "maybe".

What choice do I have? I'll take her to her normal vet tomorrow morning.
 If my "daughter' dies, that emergency Vet will need some serious warning.

She's a beautiful feline, with soft fur, half white. half black and stunning.
 With God's luck, she'll finish labor and her children will be coming!

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Subconsciously I'm alive in this skeletal frame
Why I am here belongs to this living worlds fame

I was but a child, when it all happened years ago
At the place called the Ness, that stemmed my younger grow

Please look through my eyes and picture what I see
Live with me the feeling of what life is supposed to be

How fast can you run if you have a sibling chasing thee
Do you give into him, and be the weakling so dad can see

Being the faster allows the luxury, to look back and view
To be the one who's ahead as he turns his head askew

For he can no longer indulge, in front is where he's to be
To allow his younger brother to play catch up, oh we'll see

This moment is about to haunt me, it's scary for I shall know
No boo! can ever rival, that will stem our younger grow

As I sail the clouds of gone and retire to where I now live
I happen to come across another sibling who may be sieved

Looking down from the heavens as I trawl the unfortunate
Like a Praying Mantis in hope as we ready to deliver wait

Just at the moment of strike, I lure his head to see
My brothers son called Liam, is he who stares back at me

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Linda Marie The Sweetheart Of P.S.

<                                            Sweetheart

                                          Where shall I start

                                              Linda  Marie

                                         You'll surely agree

                                            Travels  around

                                           Soup    land   town

                                     North  South  East  and  West

                                 Your poetry she  will taste and test

                                        Never leaves smitten notes

                                    Or even some nasty blog quotes

                                  She packs you in her traveling suitcase

                                     You know the one dressed in lace

                                          Wether stateside or abroad

                                          This woman is not a fraud

                                         Only kindness and senserity

                               If I was a guy even would ask her to marry me  { LOL }

                                          But for now will be forever friends

                                   Like A shining armor I will always's defend 

                                             This sweetheart of poetry soup

                            Who makes me not to want to fly from this coupe



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She's enigmatic in her way.
She waits a while to have her say.
She knows a lot but plays it cool.
Her Mama didn't raise no fool.

She always knows just what you need.
She lends a hand with her good deed.
She doesn't ever ask a thing.
She's independent,doesn't cling.

And somehow when you need a friend,
She'll be there like she's always been.

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Why the Rose Always Cries

Night after night, she sits down and contemplates
In her mind she knows her loss, but still she sits and waits

He, her husband, another statistic he has become
Killed in a far away land, another soldiers blood has run

Day after day she's taken back, to moments they had shared
Carving their names on a tree, showing teenagers cared

Through green fields of pastures new, season after season
At fourteen years old they clicked, love was a reason

Whilst she paces their family home, his steps gone forever
Killed in a far away land, another life now severed

In her time their kids will be told, daddy's never coming home
For the angels have asked him to stay, just to let him roam

Memories of their pasts resonate within her mind
For she knows she'll find no other, for he was one of a kind

Outside the window where she stares, under many seasons skies
She sits down and contemplates, why the Rose always cries

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Beginning my life

                                         .When I was young I only had one.
                                           He was my first born he's my son.

                                         Life was good and everything a new.
                                       Then my daughter came and I had two.

                                        Everything was great for them and me.
                                     I had another son and that made me three.

                                          They are my life so I don't complain.
                                      They made me happy and kept me sane.

                                    Now they are grown with babes of their own.
                                         But now their always asking for a loan.

                                        My children are the reason I stay strong.
                                 They touch me with laughter and fill me with song.

                                       I've always been Mom from the very start.
                                    They will forever and always stay in my heart.
                   Teresa Skyles/Theoklapoet

Entered in Debbie Guzzi"Children"contest

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Where Have All The Flowers Gone

Where Have All The Flowers Gone

Yes Yes Yes, Spring is here
Lillies, Hummingbirds, Bees are near

Time to remember the old and the new
Days pass by too fast for me and you

The lillies my mother -in -law grew so pretty
Now grow in my yard, for eternity

My grand-daughters smell and pick the flowers
The flowers renew just like the rain showers

The hummingbirds love my "Four O Clocks"
Yearly they come and find their docks

Stories, Smells, and Memories are made
Just like the life lessons, they last for decades

The Flowers haven't gone too far
Their here today, tomorrow just like the stars**

Written by:  Debra M. Falgout

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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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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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The Difference My Life He Did Make

The Difference My Life He Did Make

Precious are the memories which lift my soul
Soring to heights of remembered laughs
The joys having made eternal will always last
Good experiences for the lessons I did learn 
This life of a man who shared in kind
For in his living day by day
This man helped me in showing the way
A way of living as a better husband father and man
A way of living that I might stand
To stand tall for family friendship and right
That from this day-forth his trodden path reflects light
Light to shine when worries I do care
Light to glow my path when in despair
I rejoice to know the difference my life he did make

In remembrance of my Father-In-Law
Poem by Mark A. Goodson (son-in-law)

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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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No Longer The Same

L5-S1 is the more common known name
Destruction of these a deadly game

For almost a year unable to move
Struggling to show I had everything to prove

Losing not just the use of my legs
Looking for answers to what my heart begs

Please why me, why happen now
Unable to control my head I do bow

Surgery cost me two inches at least
The pain subsided to a tolerable beast

Almost six years later my scar still shows
Everyday a challenge that no one really knows

No longer do I need my walker to guide me 
No more can to depend on I'm finally free

The future is uncertain as it races past
Wishing tomorrow is better than the last

Before this thing gets a good hold
I'd like my story to be known, to be told

The reason I'm at home with my boys
Not always able to play with them and their toys

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No place like home

When it gets too comfy,
As a vagabond.
When you can't find your niche,
And you need to belong.
There's no place like home.
And you just cant return.
When the hunt is lost,
Destination en route,
Halts excruciating,
Foundations removed,
No place like home,
Stranded to brood.
When beloveds estrange,
And Strangers invade.
'too soon' trivializes,
And tidbits remain.
No place like home,
No place less sane.

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I look at you as you sleep,
  without you my life would be incomplete.

Always with a warm smile,
  you always go the extra mile.

I love my dysfunctional family,
  with you I can just be me.

Thank you for taking this chance,
  because having you makes my heart dance.

We've been sisters for almost half my life,
  no one believes that you're not my wife.

So here is to 18 more years,
  we stick together through happiness and tears.

I'll love you through thick and thin,
  I'm VERY BLESSED to have you as my best friend.

Dedicated to the best woman I know. Aleera(my sister wicked) I heart you!
                               LOVE ILLY(Demented)

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                                      . A haunting in our house

                                 .The haunting started years ago.
                       Our children were small but our money was low.
                      We moved in the house in the middle of summer.
                              It was so hot the heat was a bummer.
                            Our daughter was the one that felt it first.
                       The boys were next they woke up with a thirst.
                  They went to the bathroom and heard their sister scream.
               She said a man touched her and she thought it was a dream.
                     He was a man who made them think he was a kid.
                          With whatever he said and whatever he did.
                          After that happened I put them all in our bed.
                Thats when we found out about him and why he was dead.
                  He tried to talk and touch our kids while we were asleep.
                  Heard a voice and walked down the hall and took a peep.
                      As I opened the door he saw me and disappeared.
                      Told my husband we gotta move we can't live here.
             After we moved from the house no one ever lived there anymore.
                    They finally tore it down to the dirt and under the floor.
                                                     Teresa Skyles               13-Sep-11
Entered in Constance~My dear heart~"A creepy,scary haunted house poem please"contest

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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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The First Snow Fell {The First Noel}

The first snow fell all angelic and white
We built us a fort full of snowballs to fight

The mailman rounded the corner much to his surprise
Two big fat snowballs dotted both of his eyes

The policeman was summoned all dressed up in blue
We got scared and decided we should just snowball him too

His face was beat red as he filed his report
Stomping all our snowballs and tearing down our fort

Then he led us back home had us each by the ear
Where up on the porch sat uncle Joe with a beer

The policeman told Uncle Joe he would lock us away
Uncle Joe stepped off the porch and made night of his day

Now here we sit in juvy and uncle Joe he is in jail
I reckon I’ll write Santa ask if he can post our bail

Or maybe send his reindeer to crash right through the roof
So we could fly up out of here, upon the golden hoof

If another snow falls all angelic and white
I’ll build me a snowman but l won't snowball fight

I can't seem to bring the contest up so I hope
I did this right. This carol is done to the beat 
of "The First Noel"

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You are my friend, my family, and my little sister
I never thought one day that I'll give your name a twister.

I remember when it was and how it had began
You'd shown me a drawing excitedly and I had tasted sand.

Asked me if it was good enough and what I thought of it
I thought it was done exquisitely and felt my eyebrows knit.

We had always been sketching, ever since I could remember
And yet I never once did think that you would become the better.

I did not know what the feeling was until a few days after
When you handed me another picture and the air rang with your laughter.

You were so happy and so proud, and I very pleased with you too
But somewhere deep inside unsatisfaction started to brew.

It was moments later when I declared a war
"From now on you are my rival, and I won't let you pass by far!"

But you only shook your head and said that I was weird
That kind of apathetic reaction was worse than I had feared.

Nonetheless I stood my ground, although sometimes it kills
Because you'd made me recognise your given artistic skills.

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Ring Around The Collar

<                                    ring around the collar

                   now don't it just wan na make ya ~ scream and holler

                                      whether day or night

                                      it can be an Erie sight

                        you stand there and ~ scrub ~ scrub ~ scrub

                     even sometimes bent over  i n  that  ~ tub ~ tub ~ tub 

                       water and soap dripping up and down your arms

                         dog and cat fighting trying to cause you harm

                                  yelling and screaming at the kids

                                   wondering now what they did

                               you kicking the lid shut on the commode

                              saying ah crap this stuff's getting too dam old











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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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  Whenever I smell the sweet aromas made by a log fire,
  I recollect past times of great desire.

  The crackling of the wood, the heat it produces,
  Only more and more memories induces.

  There was a time in college that I spent a Summer outdoors,
  Each night, around a campfire, with a dozen others.

  We sang and laughed and enjoyed life you see,
  Mostly, we enjoyed each others' company.

  Oh, we cooked our hot dogs and burgers too,
  But when the guitars came out, we knew what to do.

  We sang our songs of the joys of life,
  Few of us felt then the pangs of strife.

  Things turned that Summer, at least for me...
  My father died rather suddenly.

  I remember the call I got with the news,
  The fire, that night, had different hues.

  The coals that burned and sparks that flew,
  Foretold of a life...different and new.

  As I grow older and by some chance,
  Smell wood burning in a fireplace by happenstance.

  I recall that Summer when my world changed
  You might say, my life  was "rearranged".

  When I hear the hiss of embers that die,
  I think back to a time when I asked, "Why"?

  Yet, it is still the happy moments of that Summer I miss,
  With the sweet aroma of a wood fire, and its burning hiss.

  For I would not trade that Summer you see,
  It has a special place, here in my memory.

  And once in a while I go back to that spot,
  Where I was young, with passions so hot.

  The sound and smells of a campfire remind me...
  Those times are "burned" in my memory.


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Into the Darkness, But I Emerged

I wish I was asked this question when I was five years old
For it's a question I would have answered as my words unfold

This never happened yesterday, it was way back, 1966
What made our neighbour decide, to ignite his floorboards sticks

Our whole house woke in panic, smoke billowed everywhere
Into the darkness we stared, at five years old and scared

Thoughts running through my head, confused in a darkening world
Then suddenly I could see, my vision became un-blurred

What I took I couldn't grab, for it was already a part of me
For I, I took myself, and thanked my eyes to see

But going back to the original question, just what would I grab
It would have been an image of my brother, he was seven, and he was fab

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1.Nothing regards better than
getting wise children.	
2.Inheriting innocent heirs innocuous
for future generation.
3.Great Children are like fruits
of sowed seeds.
4.Kids’ little-porridge offer is
better than ambrosia. 
5.Kind touch, strange languages
of children delightful.
6.Deaf to kids’ gabbling
flatter flute, guitar.
7.Father’s gratefulness, merit his
son among scholars.
8.Transcending of children profits
mankind than parents.
9.Esteeming son delights mother
than she bore.
10.Son’s gratitude, parents delight 
for giving birth.
Dedicated to Thiruvalluvar(31B.C), the author in Tamil
Translated by S.Kandasamy, MUSIRI, TAMILNADU, INDIA
Published in on 7-12-13

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Robbing the Dead

Reading the obits they saw his demise
Their interest peaked, a crime they devised

They ransacked his home, stole memories, treasures
Not giving a thought to their hurtful measures

While robbing the dead, and raping his heirs
What gain could be found from stealing his wares

His children were awed by the cruel scam
And no one knew why thieves went on the lam

After taking his goods and selling for cash
Dear family heirlooms just paid for their stash

*My father’s house was ransacked as soon as the obit appeared in the newspaper.  Police say this happens often.  
Entry for Susan Burch’s “Show Me the Anger” contest.

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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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Confucius Says

K’ung Fu Tzu or Confucius his English name,
for centuries, brought China much dignity and fame.

Born in the state of Lu, now Province of Shantung,
a scholar of Asia, Chinese his native born tongue.

As a child, he held a make-believe temple ritual,
as an adult, love and learning became habitual.

Confucius was made a magistrate by Duke Zhao of Lu,
under his administration, the small city flourished and grew.

Bordering countries worried, Lu would get too strong,
Confucius resigned, so that the countries would get along.

Royal courts shunned Confucius, plotted to kill him,
He was arrested and jailed, his future looked very grim. 

He sent word to a kindhearted king, in nearby homeland,
to rescue Confucius, a solution the king had planned.

Confucius shared ideas and teachings with royal nobilities,
who learned eventually of his distinguished abilities.

Only after his death did Confucianism commence,
everything he taught completely made sense.

Confucius bequeathed no writings or historical list,
but it is known that the “Record of Rites” exist.

 “Record of Rites” contains anecdotes about his teachings,
a complete collection of his students’ preachings. 

There are three dimensions of human condition,
that totally make up the Chinese tradition.

Self, community, and tradition are Confucian spirituality,
and endless teachings of human morality.

Father and son were held in high admiration,
since man was the family’s root foundation.

Ruler and minister maintained social order,
developed guidelines of human social border.

Husbands controlled the family and his wife,
she had no opinion in her family or her life.

Elders were held in higher regard than the child,
since great wisdom held their social order more mild.

The last of the social order was the true friend,
from which the human could fully depend.

These five bonds were developed for flourishing souls,
and the boundaries that were set for Confucian goals.

Confucius says; never give a sword to a man that can’t dance,
and real knowledge is to know the extent of one’s ignorance.

Copyright © 2010  By Caryl S. Muzzey

Fifth Place Winner ~ "Broad Horizons” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Deborah Guzzi
June 30, 2010

My suject is "The Five Bonds of Confucianism"

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The greatest life wonderment
As far as I'm concerned is “Motherment.” 

No, don't go check the dictionary
You won't find it, it's my vocabulary.

There's nothing more beautiful in this world
Than being a mother.

Nothing that makes me know I'm God's daughter
Better than being a mother.

I am so blessed He gave me six beautiful children
Something I could not have done without their father.

Even though he is a complete jerk (smile)
Through him I became a mother.

And I love him for that amazing grace
Of anger and fear no longer a trace.

Being the mother of these beautiful children
Is the best accomplishment I could render.

By CarolineCecile
Copyright © 09/30/11

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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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the past

Ever since I was a little kid,
I have always wanted to do more then my parents did.

After my mom split and left town
My dad was never around.

I promised my self life would not be like this anymore.
With the fighting and slamming of the doors.

I decided to go back to school once more,
For this is what I thought would help me get my foot in the door.

Now that I have only 24 credits more to get,
I will have my bachelors degree yet. 

It has been a long hard struggle for me,
ever since my parents abandon me

But the one thing I have learned all these years later
is that life will never be the same as it once was.

I'm all  grown up with  a family of my own,
And I know my kids will always want to come home.

Now for once I have the family I've always wanted 
Ever since I was that little girl trying to stand on her own two feet..

"When" contest--- Paula Swanson

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Watch as your wishing star flys through the sky,
The way that your faith has been burned up so dry.

Watch as this barbed wire coils your soul,
The way that we love until we're burned in coals.

Watch as the dragon so fiercly stands tall,
The way that you know your opinions wont fall.

Watch as our beautiful family is built,
The way that we know that our roses won't wilt.

Watch as the wings mounted upon your back,
The way that a brilliance you never will lack.

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As to being a spouse

As to being a spouse, 
it's for good, I suppose.

Volodymyr Knyr

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A ball of energy, is what you are.
 And a beautiful, young lady by far.

A smile, so bright you light up the room.
 I miss you so much, and hope to see you REAL soon.

I'm so glad you came into my life.
 I wouldn't have met you, if I wasn't your father's wife.

I feel just like you are my own child, 
 You're so sweet and loving, as well as meek and mild.

No matter what your father and I have gone through, 
 I want you to know I will always have a Mother's love for you.

*To my daughter from another Mother even though she calls me "Mommy Aleera" too I love it!*

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How blessed I am that you are in my life
Not a day goes by when I do not think of you
You make everything alright
To you I do not have to prove myself
For you know me
I love you

How blessed I am that you are in my life
How honoured I am to be a part of yours
Memories made and shared
With you the one I love
My friend, my lover, my queen
'Til the end

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A restarant on the beach front shore.
Making an invitation at a table of four.
For my mom,dad,granny and me.
My passed loves just those three.
They told me of life and how to stay strong.
How to make choices from right and wrong.
Always keep your heart in the right place.
Cause in life there will be troubles to face.
They will stay in my heart no matter where I go.
I will love them til we meet again this they'll always know.
                       Teresa Skyles

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written 5th april 2013

I thought love was going to come
little did I know the pain it brung
I should have let it go
I had to hope one last time before I let you go
sometimes a mother can not love the child she bores
sorrow for her
sorrow for me
sorrow for her grandbabies
time to move on
the church is now our loving family
I feel joy and blessed
for I am atrest
they exept me an my family
just the way it ourt to be

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The Old Red Barn

The morning sun glows the orange horizon.
Children asleep, soundless, in the back seat,

The daybreak dew sparkles on breezy leaves.
Sunflowers bow toward the distant east.

Winding roads traversing far-off landscapes.
The hum of the engine mesmerizes.

Peacefulness shines through a few floating clouds.
Blueness not quite showing in skies above -

No other vehicle for miles around.
The window rolled part way down, breathes freshness.

Golden grains wave with poise in western fields
Black and white cows moo, in pastures, grazing.

Wake up!  Look Children!  I remember well.
The old red barn in the distance, smiling.

© November 4, 2010
Dane Smith-Johnsen

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My Pal Joey

<                                         my pal Joe
                                    well don't you just know

                                     his illuminating writes
                              will drawn you to his pages site

                    epulaeryu ~ burlesque ~ didactics ~ or sonnets
                      you'll wanna wear a nice and sunny bonnet

                                          land sea or air
                            let your imagination take you there


                                     inspiration bounded for your soul
                                       my pal Joe surely does know

                                  glad he's just a phone call away
                                 to lift my spirits in so many ways

                                    and if you want succulant mango
                                first you'll have to dance to the tango

                                        So please stop on by 
                          to give my pal Joseph Spence's poetry a try

Entry For
Adaleke Adeite's
Praise Your Poetry Pal Contest
GL All

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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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I Wish

I wish, that you could find some peace.
And the embarrassment you feel, would cease.

I wish the anger, you display was gone.
It's the cancer, you've done nothing wrong.

I wish you could enjoy the time that's left.
Before we all endure, this terrible theft.

But most of all, I wish you knew,
You're my grandfather and I Love You.

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The Nightmares

Nightmares that come are so bad I'm  afraid to sleep
Exhaustion enters making sleep needs reach their peak

A little light sleep to settle down falling falling deeply sound
The horror no no go away nightmares please dissipate

Same dreams every night since my darling baby cried
She nursed, very well fed in the morning she died

Nightmares night afer night awaking my baby I dread
Being rocked, rocked, rocked, looking down my baby's dead

(My adoptive mother lost a child, a little girl at age nine months old.  Back then people used 
home remedies very seldom saw a doctor.  The child had been sick with a cold, mother fed 
her and the next morning she was dead.  The  doctor who examined  the corpse said that 
she had had pneumonia and choked to dead on the mucous.)

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Chocolate brown, with smoldering bronze eyes.
 A faithful companion, and a dog in disguise.

Half chocolate lab, and half red pit bull.
 Calm as can be when we're having a staring duel.

The only dog I know, who falls asleep standing up.
 She's been this way ever since she was a new born pup.

She'll sit in your lap like she weighs a mere five pounds.
 Believe me, its just as funny to picture as it sounds.

We treat her like a part of the family, and not at all like a dog.
 She's overweight, so good luck getting her to go for that healthy jog.

I wouldn't trade her for all the money in the world!
 She'll always be my precious angel, my baby girl.

*Note* Truffles are my FAVORITE candy and we got our puppy right before Valentines day, so
being as she's half "chocolate" lab, eh why not name her "Truffles", so yes I know we are
strange, LOL!!!!

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The Night She Died

Murder was in his gaze,
As he seized her and slapped her face.
She knew then, she had to fight,
And that was the moment - she died.

He tore her clothes and scratched her arms,
but there was nobody to raise an alarm,
She tried to hold him back but he just pushed her aside,
And the second time that night - she died.

She did not even raise her voice,
But that animal, he left her no choice,
It killed her to do so, but she defied,
And a thousand times that night - she died.

When she begged him to kill her and he roared,
She couldn't hold it together anymore,
Her soul withered, she broke down and cried,
Coz that night along with her husband - she too died!!!

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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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A little too much of my time I must say
Is taken up with the druge of the day
The cleaning, the cookin, the beating the mat
All of the ironing and washing the cat
How boring, how tedious, when will it end
I try to sit down but get up again
Oh when, oh when will this drudgery end?
Oh there's the doorbell, who can it be?
Oh, it must be the children, they'll be after their tea
Wash up, dry up, then put it all away
Hurry up bedtime, that's all I can say
I'll gat a new job, if I ever get the time
All that I really want is my pen and to rhyme
Well to bed now I must have a rest
Forget about the children and all of their mess!

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Heaven Can Wait

<                                            left behind
                                              how divine

                                              his choosing

                                               my losing

                                            unfinished work

                                              must  assert

                                           I truly understand

                                         " God's"  choice in plan

                                     for " He " needs bigger wings

                                            to carry all my things

                                    and when those clouds spread eagle

                                      it will become finalized and legal

                                              my final destination

                                        will be "Heaven's" sensation

                                         and the reunion will be nil

                                     with family and friends lying still

                                               so for now I'll wait

                                       for my sweet "Lord" to set the date

                                              to return for only me

                                            in  clouds more of three

Entry For 
Catie Lindsey's 
Left Behind Contest
Gl All










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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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Killed By The Ferrari I Never Had

Killed By The Ferrari That I Never Had By Rick Rucker I might be the only guy killed by a car he never contacted, Though my life it surely impacted, My Father was a crazy sort, He bought a Ferrari, just for sport! It was a decision not too practical, But a choice very tactical, He remembered how he used to race, Thought it would put a smile on his face! A Ferrari as a family car, There were some better options by far! A family trip, a major feat, That thing in back, not worthy of the name “back seat!” I have always felt that I deserved, To be a little less reserved, Finding myself Alone, I’d taken to calling Ferrari dealers on the phone, To see what I could find, A dream that might ease my mind, Something Red, and Fast, That would cost a Fortune, and wouldn’t last! Just when it seemed at hand, The foundation of my Dream was built on sand! I found a new woman to share my life, To be my best friend, and my wife, She had only one thing that really made her mad, She’d lived in a fancy neighborhood, and her neighbor had, Some noisy Italian car, that he took out in the Spring, And she would never ride in such a thing! I asked if she remembered the make, Until she answered, a breath I didn’t take! A Ferrari, she said most emphatically, My Heart now beat erratically, Without my beautiful Lover in the next seat, A Ferrari wouldn’t seem as neat. That is where my Heart died, To never own my Italian ride, I will forever have to hide, That, deep inside, some part of me will have forever died! I chose her, you know, of course, But I was killed by a Prancing Horse!

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The Empty Nest

As we keep getting older
And of coarse our children do to
We cannot stop the ageing process
So what are we to do
We put them through school
Watched their games and plays
Taught them good morals, independence
And now it's time for them
To leave and fly away
We will always have the pride of knowing
We raised them well and did our very best
So here we are together
In our cozy empty nest
And now is the time for all of us
To take that long awaited and well deserved little rest

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Shadows suffocate purified air,
Voices that whisper no one cares,

The moon surrenders to the sun,
While Madness tries to steal what has already begun,

But just like the fiercest labor pains late in the night,
When it gets so hard and you lose your will to fight,

That is when the crown of life starts to be seen,
All that pressure in the end makes one glisten and gleam,

Carry on through the storms you now face,
For God won’t let any part of your struggles go to waste,

One person’s heartache is another person’s hope,
Sharing your story is like a fortified rope,

On top of a mountain used to assist others that climb, 
Always remember to extend it in perilous times,

And if you should ever fall down yourself,
The extensions you have secured will bring you great wealth,
The extensions are physical, emotional and spiritual health.

By: Sabina Nicole

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Mothers' Day Thoughts

Pick out the flowers – pay through the nose;
Vendors take all they can get, I suppose.
Treat her to dinner, give her a kiss;
Mothers have waited all year just for this.

If she lives distant, pick up the phone;
Tell her how much all the kiddies have grown.
Mail her a package, pick out a card;
Then you’ll be covered in that whole regard.

Yes, it’s all hokey and silly and trite;
Still, not to do it just wouldn’t feel right.
This is the day we must all celebrate;
Tomorrow won’t cut it - you can’t do it late.

If you’re a mom, then enjoy all the fluff,
Though really, it never could be quite enough.
All of our efforts, while often ignored,
Have taught us that motherhood is our reward.

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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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This year we pooled our money to give to a needy cause.
So we’re not expecting much on Christmas Day from Santa Claus.

Of course the children all will find their hearts’ desires beneath the tree.
They are too young to know the thrill of giving to a charity.

So we’re breaking with tradition in limiting our spending spree
On lavish gifts for one another. What a big change that will be.

But there is one last tradition that we follow slavishly.
We celebrate all family birthdays to the very nth degree.

When we wake on birthday morning we know the whole day will be ours.
From the youngest to the eldest, this day brings us super powers

And so much love and true devotion that we’re treated like a queen
Or a king as gender dictates, but you all know what I mean.

From one year to over ninety, there’s a party every year.
We are showered with gifts and honor from the folks we hold most dear.

We will gather Christmas morning just the same as every year
As we watch the children open gifts, with happiness and cheer.

But we know we’ll be remembered when our birthday comes around
When everyone will gather with the best gift to be found.

Gifts and love and honor, enough cake to make us groan,
We look forward to our birthdays with a party of our own.

Written for Paula’s “Tradition” contest  won 9th place

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Shrouded In Secrecy - The Team

Copyright © 2011 #307
9/Apr/2011  (0110hrs)

Dedicated to all Special Operations' Operatives Worldwide

Teams of Operators prepared for the call
  honed and strong willed standing tall.

Shadows moving fearlessly in distant nights
  these spirits never falter from death’s sight.

Back home, they’re not in headlines
  etched in time behind foreign lines.

Year long deployments, and some dead
  shrouded in secrecy the headlines read.

Seemed forever, did their loved ones wait
  not sure of their Warrior’s return or fate.

Suddenly, from a sleepless night
  shuddering from dream’s fright.

Hearing that doorbell ring
  unsure of what it’ll bring.

One Warrior is finally home
  downrange another gone.

Their Badge of Courage within,
  carried with them until the end.

by: LP
       April 9, 2011

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I Miss You

I miss the way you pull me close and tell me it's all right
I miss the way you stroke my hair and tell me not to cry
As the years go by the memory of you starts to fade
As if I'm stepping into the shade
The look of your face I start to forget
And I try not to fret
I know your not here today
But my world is turning gray
You are in my heart though
As I am beginning to grow
You are in a better place now
And for that I take a bow

In memory of Charles Moser

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Unthinkable Fates

I can vividly recall the moment it occurred. 
I can recite in my mind each particular word. 
We were hanging around by the locker room door, 
to congratulate the team for winning once more.
It was a tournament game with a large rowdy crowd. 
The fans had been cheering especially loud. 

Caught up in excitement for a moment or two, 
I reveled in victory with friends that I knew.
Then suddenly I realized my hands dangled free. 
He was no longer there, anywhere I could see. 
I looked all around and called out his name. 
I sternly demanded, “Stop playing this game!”

I searched through the building, raced down the hall. 
I heard no response to my heart-wrenching call. 
I ran through the gym, then out past the gates. 
I fought off the fears of unthinkable fates.
Panic ensued as I questioned everyone. 
“Have you seen my boy? Have you seen my son?” 

I tried to hold back but the thought entered in, 
what if I never get to see him again?
My anguish was causing my body to shake, 
as thoughts turned to desperate measures to take. 
A feeling I’d never confronted before,
I fell to my knees, right there on the floor.

I yelled out, “God please, don’t take him away!” 
Tears filled my eyes as I knelt there to pray. 
That’s when I saw him come running down the hall. 
Every possible emotion, I’d been through them all.
An answer to prayer on his jubilant face. 
He jumped in my arms, a welcomed embrace! 

“Dad, what’s the matter? I said I’d be back.
Grandpa was showing me his new Cadillac.”
I still don’t remember him telling me that. 
But, I’ll never forget what I had to combat. 
The thing that I learned from facing my fear,
was don’t take for granted he’ll always be here.

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My brother, Preston Jacob Simon. The one who played catch with me in the past, The guy who throws the ball extremely fast. My brother, The guy who graduated in 2006, Guess what college he goes ahead and picks. My brother, UNLV is where he has been, Although he graduated from there in 2010. My brother, The one who got engaged three days later, He says life in Seattle is so much greater. My brother, The guy who used to work at Panera Bread, His career there is officially dead. My brother, He stands tall at 6’3”, He was the GM of two restaurants with a criminal justice degree. My brother, In the restaurant business since age 16, He’s pretty close to rolling in the green. My brother, 2012 is his marriage year, When he first knelt down he was bursting with fear. My brother, The dude who told me it wasn’t too late, To pick up my grades in order to graduate. My brother, The guy I haven’t seen in so very long, The one that always beats me in a game of Ping Pong. My brother, He’s always been there and never let me down, I cry tears of joy when I know he’s in town. My brother, The guy who’s an Austin Bulldog at heart, Travis Tigers rule supreme, where do I even start. My brother, We’ve had our moments; we’ve had our days, We’ve had those times when all we could do is praise. My brother, Preston Jacob Simon

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                             PINK JOY

                 A beautiful baby came into the world.
                    On her head a pink cap for a girl.

                She was born a blonde with a little curl.
            As she grew her hair was the color of a pearl.

            My loving grandaughter Ashley was my first.
           She's finally here and my heart almost burst.

                        I couldn't love her any more.
                  My love for her fills me to the core.

                She's loving,generous,kind and smart.
                        Ashley has a beautiful heart.
                                     Teresa Skyles

entered in Royal Trevino"Pink joy"contest.Dedicated to Ezzelle

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You Snooze You Lose

<                                                  You Snooze
                                                     You Lose

                                                     Lazy Head
                                                     Get Out Of Bed

                                                      No Bread
                                                      No Fead

                                                      Big Bob
                                                      Get A Job

                                                      Soap Queen
                                                      Loves To Dream

                                                      Got Dough
                                                      Hell  No !

                                                      Rather Sleep
                                                      Then Leap

                                                      Sweet Dreams
                                                      Wanna Scream

                                                      Gotta    Go  !
                                                      Work You Know 

                                                      See    Ya    Later
                                                            Alligator !




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My Mistake Your Downfall

Helpless, may be as good as dead, 
forgive me i left you.
Stranded with some soulless flesh, 
you're misguided at best. 

What was a public king,
may not be no better than ash. 
you're misguided at best. 

The Short arms reach is now a quite miles away, 
the decency in your mind is slipping, 
you seem to grow to fray. 

My passiveness, my nemesis. 
Nature got the best of me, 
I am misguided at best.

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All I really wanted

All i ever really wanted
Was a place to call my own.
A true and happy home. 
But, that place is unknown.
I have a heart,
And i will not fall apart.
And as far as family goes,
My true family
Is not my own.

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That November Day

I will never forget that cold day in November.
It will be a day I will forever remember.

Anxiously sitting in the courtroom,
Praying that this day does not end in doom.

All the testifying that day is said and done.
I am nervously awaiting my fate and that of my sons.

The judge is gone but only an hour,
The expression she is wearing is quite dour.

She sits down at her bench and gives her verdict to me.
They are going to take my sons, the three.

She says I am not a good mother,
She says her choice was no other.

I sit there in disbelief and stun,
I cannot believe they are taking my sons!

She won't let me say goodbye,
I am not given the chance to try!

I sit there in that vile room and cry,
Please wake me from this dream and tell me it is a lie.

Unfortunately it is no dream and I lose my breath,
This is hell for me, without the death.

I try to make sense of this some, 
But I cannot, I am way too numb!

Life without my babies, this cannot be,
Please someone just answer me!

What I have ever done,
To make me lose my sons?

I thought I was doing right,
By asking for help that night.

God, If only a warning had been given,
I would not have made that decision!

You would think the pain would go away,
It does not, it is still with me today.

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A diamond ring, a smile, a house, a car, a love song, or a best friend.
 A mink coat, an enormous bank account, what's it all worth in the end?

Wedding vows that meant more to you than they ever meant to him, 
 All I ever wanted was a normal life and a white house with painted trim.

Diamonds and gold, what is it worth to HEAR him say "I love you"?
 Or would you rather SEE what it it that he'll really do?

What is something worth to you, do you value materialistic things?
 Or are you like me, and want what is free in life, and all the happiness it brings?

To me, I value a smile and a laugh from either, or both of my boys.
 Rather than a man that can buy me expensive jewelry, I'd rather have the simple joys.

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Read my son could grow.
With in his soul a hole.
God knows what holed and sunk in me.
Or where's my girl, are we still three?

Sometimes. I fear. We're lost. At sea.
Oh God. Oh please. Just let it be.

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My dad(14 lines)

my father was never there
he has no love to share

my mother was so strong
teaching me right from wrong

sometimes I sit and cry
asking myself why

he just up and left forever
we didn’t spend a minute together

I still love him to the end
I even wrote a note to send

I hope he read it and learn
that my love is only earned

he will always be my father
even though he didn’t bother

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Hawk and the Sparrows

The hawk was flying low: he was the fiercest in the sky.
He bullied all the little birds, and flew off with their lives.
The little birds were peaceful, and didn’t want to fight.
To them it was better: to run and hide, then finally to take flight.
Day after day he drove them closer, to the proverbial, final brink.
Then came the day, they rose up, and no more away to shrink.
Soon there would be hatchlings, so the bully, simply had to go.
No longer were they timid, it was their time to truly show.
Banding together they hatched a plan to run the bully day and night.
One can fight, one or two, but a mob shows way more might.
Constantly in pursuit, the bully was never allowed to rest…
The bully finally admitted defeat, and even moved his precious nest.
He could not protect it, if they kept him running away, and stressed.

The bully had finally learned the truth: that is my moral here… 
The small may look an easy mark, but are not as helpless as they appear.
If the meek are brought to their knees… look out my bully… dear.

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An Old Lullaby

I watched her sleep
As I played with a curl
Pulled her closer to me
My sixteen year old girl...
I sang her an old lullaby
As my heart wondered why
The tables have turned
Now she’s the one
She’s the one
Who soothes me when I cry....
She pulled a cute face
And I couldn’t even trace...
Who she was dreaming about
Who made her heart shout?
Then struggling awake...
She said with a shake...
“Why is it that your mother’s voice
 Makes you want to sleep?”
I smiled....a song in my heart
The tears threatened to start
I couldn’t speak
I could hardly think
So I whispered a prayer
As I smoothed back her hair
And thanked God for old lullabies!

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Where Is My Home

How do you know that you have a home
When you feel so alone?
When your own family pushes you away 
And leaves you with nothing to say.
Days go grey
When it feels like no one is there.
But, it is even worse
Feeling as though your own family doesnt care. 
But no i see the ones that truely love me
And that is clearly not 
My own family.
As i move on in a more careing home,
I realize that i do not have to feel alone.
With the people i am with,
I feel as if i exist,
I am as happy as can be,
And i could care less
About my own family.

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You are strong and bold...
Ageless stories go untold...

Our soldiers will come home...
To escape wars growing dome...

We pray, you be strong...
For our Nations freedom is not wrong

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After the Knock

Two young children play outside the house,
Inside a mother watches through windows folding a blouse.

With the kids in the back she heads to the chair,
When through the front window come soldiers, a pair.

One is dressed like her husband the other more like a priest,
Then came the knock, sounding like a relentless beast.

Her mind said just leave them outside at the door standing,
Her hand opened the door, on her knees she felt herself landing.

The soldiers told of her husbands fate,
Wanting them to just leave her tears could not wait.

The two young children came in the backdoor,
Seeing two soldiers and their mommy on the floor.

The oldest asked mommy what is the matter,
Come here my blessings, hugging, I will explain it later.

Her world had flipped, turned upside down,
He returned to her in a casket with a flag draped all around.

They had to drive from the airport to their small country plot,
She couldn’t count the people lined along the road, but it was a lot.

Each one waved a flag, some cried as if they knew her girls’ dad,
She’d never seen most of them, but seeing them now made her glad.

She saw signs that read “Welcome home Hero” and she filled with pride,
Even that couldn’t stop the tears, at the gravesite she just cried.

She stayed there saying goodbye, her family had to pull her away,
She’s glad they did for she wouldn’t have left his side that day.

She is exhausted, overwhelmed, she must sit down,
Then she sees the photo of him in a Tux and her in a wedding gown.

How could this be real, she’s too young to be a widowed wife,
He was her partner, best friend, the love of her life.

Now the hours have past his vessel is in the ground,
All the parties are leaving she’s alone in their home, not a sound.

She weeps in her chair alone in the dark no sound but the clock,
God help her find strength, a way to move forward, after the knock.

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This is the story of my son.
Unraveled lives have just begun.

Fear of sleep the nightmares call.
The scary shadow on the wall.

A phase it's not, I wish it was.
A gift of insight is the cause.

I have it too; I passed it down.
A genetic trait to which he's bound.

I hope he learns to use it well.
I'll give him the tools, but time will tell.

This may sound like I am insane.
Or too much time with Mary Jane. 

I understand the doubt and fear.
This act of nature that we adhere.

Some say it's science so they can deal.
Whatever it takes to make it real.

I believe - it's in the mind.
If you're open, this you too will find.

Right now he's young and has no plan.
It's up to me to guide his hand.

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What Should A Love Story Be

What should the perfect love story be?
Maybe about the future or past history

Maybe the story should just be about today
If it were your final breath what would you say?

The Lord is the maker and the keeper of time
He is the giver of love and all that’s divine

How can any love story not involve him?
The keeper of truth, the forgiver of sin

Jesus Christ is the father and I am but a seed
Regardless of the path I shall follow his lead

I praise God for the pain that hinders my way
For it truly does offer plenty of time to pray

The more that I pray the more clearly I see
Exactly what a perfect love poem should be

It should be hot as the desert, beautiful as the snow
Born way deep in the heart so it can forever glow

It should speak the honest truth about your dearest friend
How the strength of your love helped each of you to mend

The story should be of two lovers, bound by the soul
Yet each is has the freedom to leave, if they wish to go

You see true love was truly intended for us to caress
Tell me, “How can an unseen entity ever be possessed”

Love is a part of your heart and a part of your soul
So please caress it, bless it and make it your goal

And that’s what a true love poem is really about
Cherishing each others love through all the doubt

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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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My Charm

My best friend is my charm.
She is my lady forever in my arms.

I have so much love and care. 
Me being with out her my heart would tear. 

So I keep up looking into the sky's. 
Loving this woman as the years go by

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Musical Fruit

It is the seasonal time for gas.
It’s usually gentle on pass.
Favorite when weather gets cold.
Age old recipes prepared so bold.
Tis natural things, we all do.
Some may try, though there is a clue.
Cannot mistake the odor it shares.
Indeed it is made with natures cares.
Warms the body, soul so very well,
Though it has a historic story to tell,
Tis the season for many more things,
Truly it has a musical tone that rings.

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Quiet and Humble

Cradle the child and hold them tight
Let the future be a bright light
All the entities I will keep you from
All the dangers and all the harm
I hope as you get older that you will see why
Trust in me that the words a parent says to their kids are not a lie

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Three Wishes...

If I could have three wishes, I know just what they’d be;
It wouldn’t be things of material, cause lets face it, that’s just not me;

My first wish would be, for my family to get along;
No more of this he said she said, nobody is right and nobody is wrong;

My second wish would have to be, for all of us to keep hope; 
I know we are all having trouble, but there’s no reason not to cope;

My third wish, for understanding, no one seems even to try;
And I can’t help but look around me and in my mind wonder why;

See I’m not a greedy person, I don’t want to spend it all on me;
So if there is a genie out there, somewhere, I hope that you hear my plea!

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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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My Shame

I tasted the breath of death, just the other day
Please bow your heads with me, let us all pray

There was the darkness all curled up in my mind
Looking for something that was not there to find

There was no shame; no guilt there was no reason to lie
I answered each question, about the how and the why

I ask about my wife, my daughter and even my Doctor to
I couldn’t believe I had overdosed; after all I have been through

My wife talked with my Doctor who gave me a hug and a grin
Scared to death that I was about to lose one of my dearest friends 

He said, “Mike that is the number one thing that I love about you”
You ask about how all of us are feeling, with your heart so true

Mike You’re the one table, you’re the one you just about died
Yet it is for each one of us, all of those tears you have cried

Mike look at all the people that are concerned about you
It’s because you have learned how to be truer than true

I bet this little story will be written for the whole world to see
With no shame in your game, guess what just happened to me?

Mike that’s why this whole town loves the person you are
When it comes to the cold hard truth, you shine like a star 

Where most people would be running off someplace to hide
You’ll tell the truth to the world with the Lord at your side

Somebody mentioned the 12-step program and yes I do attend
Though these days everything I do depends on the pain I am in

I created many games in Prison to test ones threshold of pain
Most folk would agree mine sits on the border of totally insane

My nerves have been crushed, cut and broken almost broke into
Which happened to the cartilage in my knee and a ligament or two  

Through it all I’ve helped everyone I can, I have refused to stop
When it comes to my spiritual mountain I’m driven to reach the top

But ever since I overdosed that day, I am on a journey of rest
See the Lord will go to every extreme so we will learn his test

This poem is a beautiful story that keeps running though my mind
Though I reckon I should end it now that there is no more to find

Everyday is a miracle in a single breath our lives can be taken away
Tell the ones that you love I love you, and take time with them to pray

As for me I reckon that I make my mistakes I’m just a part of the game
That little part with a great big heart sharing every last drop of my shame

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Little Sister

Piece by piece we set it up Near the end I had about had enough Next came the decorations Different sizes and all Thought I couldn’t reach the top For I was not that tall Yet when it was finished It was such a grand sight As we turned the lights, off It lit up the night We lay on the floor Gazing up at the tree When she walked on in And sat next to me Looking up high Up at the tree She looked back down Back towards me What she said next Shocked us both you know She said daddy, sissy You are my hero I will remember that for years to come The way she said that to me Every year at this time When we put up the Christmas tree

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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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Bumble bees buzzing hard,
A little girl plays in the yard,

Ivy running amongst the trees,
Don't you smell her disease?

Igloo fit just for two,
Hot chocolate in remembrance of you,

Fourth of July's between the blinds,
Now I can read between the lines,

Siamese cat taken off to jail,
Cadillac car that had to sail,

Brother in law at the door,
Everything was such a chore,

Weight bench, a spotter, and tape in the deck,
Watch as the weather brings on this shipwreck.

By: Sabina Nicole

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To My Son Here Is The Truth

Waiting with myself to an end
Longing for some passion to begin

This time I'm careful on what I pray
The last one nearly killed me one day

So I came back home to be with my flesh
Until they cursed my name daily to death

All awhile I'm still expecting
on which your arrival date keeps me guessing

So angry that its me you get 
If I can teach you a few things don't model your life after my blue print

If the days push us farther apart
Regardless  of what they say I loved you deeply in my heart

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You came down the aisle and took my hand,
We exchanged rings with a vow, so now here we stand.

The first few years we spent our time,
You sharing my reasons; Me learning your rhymes.

The children came...binding us closer together,
Our family's boat has sailed in all kinds of weather.

We felt the bumps, the heat, the joys, the toil,
It was all worth it, as we now look back and smile.

Our children grew and we watched them with pride,
As only parents can know...from down deep inside.

As we see them start down life's path on their own,
We remember the work in getting them grown.

Silver marks this day at last,
Has it really been so many years past?

In looking back on our love we can say,
We wouldn't have wanted it, any other way.

For forever young will our hearts be now,
As on that day, when we promised love's vow.

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Dearest, sweetest, Genovive, I pray that you will see,
The beauty of earth's many wonders, I pray that you'll believe.

When you look upon the ripples of the pond's great mass,
I beg that you would see your beauty, free to fly at last.

Beauty lies within your soul, and it's not hard to see,
And when you gaze at your reflection, you're gazing back at me.

Because you will be of my flesh, and you'll be of my bone,
Just remember when you glare, you're not staring alone.

When you one day are blessed to us, when our family is built,
We'll keep you safe, we'll keep you warm, wrap you in finest silks.

And if you're wondering, Genovive, if you are truely loved,
Just look down at your sweet reflection, you'll always be enough.

                                     By Chelsea Stufleben

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A Mother's Reward

A shoulder to cry on and a hand to hold
Someone to take care of me when I am old
A smiling face to greet me each day
Breakfast in bed brought on a tray
Birthdays and Mother’s Day never forgotten
Pampering me and spoiling me rotten
Discussing life’s problems and broken hearts
Reassuring her that she can make a new start
Whispering secrets and describing a dream
Swapping new recipes and eating ice cream
Going to garage sales and bargain shopping
Afternoon walks and popcorn popping
Trying on clothes and always hearing
Honest answers about what I’m wearing
Knowing each other’s hearts inside out
Trusting her completely without a doubt
There is no other friend so dear
As having my daughter always near

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Just A Soul

You know it feels funny coming out of a box
Shackled by chains behind a thousand locks

To a wide open world that seems like a dream
 Not one solitary part of my life is now obscene 

I have friends I talk to that live all over the world
Across thousands of miles our souls have been twirled

They have twirled together in a wonderful dance
Which binds the heart in a deep, spiritual romance

Each of us live together yet we live so far apart
You can’t measure distance, speaking of the heart

An inch is a light-year somewhere out in space
I reckon someday we will all find our place  

You know heaven is what I pray that place will be
It’s very hard to imagine all the people we will see

A place where all things will be put forever a side
You can just sign me up boys I’ll go for the ride

Death is just freedom from all that we know
I wonder what it will be like, just being a soul

I just want to say it saddens my heart to go from
one of our top community builders for over two
years to barely being able to sit long enough to
post a single poem and make very few comments.
I have actually reached the point where I'm starting
to feel like Job who faced one test after another.
This poem is how I feel about us, we are more
than friends we are a poetic family and one day
our souls will be set free. Always remember every 
trial is but a doorway to a blessing. One day our 
souls will meet and I will be proud of the friends
I have chosen. God Bless you all, mj

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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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Grandad replaced father unknown to me:
Gramps shaped  my young mind instead of he.
Mother loved him,  went for holidays there;
We took turns in his old rocking chair.
Showed me the way to cut wood, turn  a screw;
Sang to me when I was sick with  the ‘flu.
Took me for  rides in his fishing boat;
Came to school in the rain carrying my forgotten coat.
He died with pneumonia.  We both were lost :
Didn’t  know what his raincoat trip would cost.
But good folks  like my gramps last forever
My memories of him live on and wither never.   

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Written on  31  July  2011  for Carol  Brown's competition

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Let This Cowboy Ride

Today was one of the most wonderful days of my life
I love the Lord, love my kids and God I love my wife

In the story of my today man it sure is looking bright
For years now I’ve been on a path headed to the light

The path is not too hard to follow; it’s one step at a time
And you know me; I map the way writing my little rhymes

You know, I can truly feel a spirit growing inside of me
By the Blood of the Lamb, my God I am feeling free

Today was so beautiful I had to break down and cry
All our children were at home with my wife and I

The time has finally come in life that I am truly able to see
There is a pretty good man in the mirror, looking back at me

I have overcome so much to be sitting here where I’m at
By the grace of the good Lord above, I’m truly living fat

By living fat I don’t mean that I have acquired a lot of wealth
I simply mean that I’ve finally pulled all my covers off the shelf

With the covers all pulled off the shelf and nothing left to hide
All I can say,” load the bull into the chute and let this cowboy ride”

After several days of delayed flights I picked our 
son up on the 23rd. God truly blessed our family 
this year, brothers met sisters, aunts and uncles 
met nephews and my wife and I took us about a 
thousand pictures of it all. I  never dreamed life 
could be like this and you guys know what, your 
encouragement, love & support you have given to 
me these last two years have helped make this all 
possible and for that I thank you, I do hope your 
Christmas was as blessed as ours was, God Bless

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Eternal Father saw the world 
Depressed with the people He created 

Destroying the world was His plan 
So much sadness with people's sins 

His Son, Jesus Christ stopped Him 
Made a deal 

He will go to earth 
Take over for Him 

Eternal Father agreed 
Looked for a virgin 

Angel Gabrielle saw Mary 
Have found favor with God 

Said she have no husband 
Overshadowed with the Holy Spirit 

She conceived and bear a son 
She was to name Him Jesus 

After she agreed 
The angel departed 

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The Greatest Gift

Away in a manger no crib for his bed
Christmas is the greatest story I’ve read

A God for a father it was a virgin that gave birth
To the greatest blessing that ever walked this earth

People from all nations every race and creed
Reflect for a moment on what others may need 

Before I start on the presents or share in the glee
God I humbly thank you for sending your son unto me

I do wish you all a Merry Christmas and I ask you all to pray
Remember the shelters when the giving spirit comes your way

Even the most adamant nonbelievers whether they admit it not
Knows Christmas is the most blessed day that every year has got

I wrote this poem for Brian's Advent
Poetry contest. The Homeless shelters
are always in need of donations this
time of year, Please consider helping
them if you can. God Bless, MJ

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The Professional Tinkerer

Basement full of odds and ends
in metal bits and comprehends
Glue and gumption, grease and grit
born from nimble hands of wit
Dimming evening, find him there
in the basement, light of care
winding ribbon through the glass
watching movies from the past
Tiny brushes, sticky paint
Clock strikes one, it's getting late
Dolls in poses, birds in wood
whittled and misunderstood
Nuts and bolts of stainless steel
forming legs and arms so real
Skylights etched from glass in lead
with words he hears inside his head
Beauty that he pours out free
stuck inanimate though they be
All these hobbies free the mind
Tinkerer, you are divine.

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Written for my son Chris as he begins a new chapter in his life...

He left yesterday, the adventure now before him there...
Kids today, sometimes I just don't know...I swear.

He decided that a move from home would be just the thing
So now he's on his way to China...a jet on the wing.

What he'll do there is still uncertain
But, I know that he will do a lot of flirtin'.

He's thirty years old and a child no longer,
His mother and I wish we could be stronger.

For the coop is bare as is his room
We won't be hearing from him very soon.

The adventure has begun for him you see 
I guess that this is the way it had to be.

Wanderlust in his imagination has taken hold
"Now", he said, "is the time for me to be bold".

He goes to seek his fortune and fame
Filled with the desire that beast to tame.

I'm sure he will tell us of his travels there
Shanghai, Wusii, and other places rare.

We now stare at each other and smile
Knowing that our son will be okay in awhile.

For he is grown and a man to be sure
Raised with good principles, integrity, and honor.

Yet, I as a father cannot explain
How I truly feel, the lingering pain.

Only a parent has to deal with this vice
With every child, you just roll the dice.

He will be in our thoughts and prayers
Though on the other side of the world I doubt that he cares.

He doesn't know the language, customs, or tradition
Yet off he's live in that condition.

Like the traveler of old that we read about in books
He will be searching for every new nuance in the crannies and nooks.

And when he returns from his sojourn there
Little will be the time he can spare.

For I know that he will turn around to return
More time to spend to sate the yearn.

And what do I call him now? ... if you ask me,
I think I'll refer to him as - "Marco Pulaski".

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A Beautiful Season

As I open my eyes the pain shoots through my head
I swear some times I think I would be better off dead

I love my wife, kids and friends, empty they would be
So I’ll remain that lonesome vessel sailing across the sea

They all know that I gave up, gave up all of my dreams
Those of all the power, glory and living blatantly obscene

I had power on the streets and power up in the pen
Know that I was once proud to be the very breath of sin

What is it like once we start trying so hard to change
Know that every facet of our life we must re-arrange 

One day I started teaching about trying to reach our dreams
You see it is blind people that walk through Demons schemes

Demons schemes are hard to see, do you know the reason why
Just like in a storm the clouds will cover, all the blue up in the sky

Demons schemes are like a dream, offering all the pleasure we may feel
Some days for me to not fall back on them, takes every drop of my will

See every single day that I stay clean and stay true to myself
I gain just a little more insight as to what is truly wealth

Wealth is a frame of mind, offering freedom to our soul
I write my poems because I wish to simply reach that goal

And the one thing that I wish, the one thing that keeps me here
Is because I hope that just one soul won’t go, through all my tears

You see I have tasted emptiness that is as cold as cold as can be
I only hope that one of you will learn, Please don’t end up like me

Today is tomorrows past, so make it last, be all that you can be
Praise the Lord every second and say, I wish to live for thee

Storms will come and they will go nothing ever changes that
Trust in God and know in your heart, his love is where its at

He knows our prayers before there spoken as we kneel to pray
Bound to his will as well as time, if our prayers shall come to bay

I Praise him for the pain I’m in because I know he has a reason
And at the end of all the pain, will come a very beautiful season

Yesterday I overdosed so I figured I should add that information in
To be a true example of right we must include even the accidental sin

I could not believe the words I heard as they said you’ve overdosed
Though the taste of death in my mouth was as familiar as buttered toast

See I have tasted death so many times that it is like a long lost friend
My life is still the same only difference is, the truth I will not bend
This story is the truth and goes with my blog

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A Card For You

I was looking for a card for you,
one day in the Wal-Mart store.
Along beside me was my husband,
He almost began to snore.
I tried and tried to find the one,
that could tell you how I feel.
None could thank you for all you've done.
Not one of them seemed real.
I still persisted for quite a spell,
My husband now isles away.
How long I lingered I cannot tell.
But probably most of the day,
When it comes to you, a card won't do,
that I should have learned.
No poem written old or new,
Is good enough ,where you're concerned.

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If I had a Child

If I had a child,
I would stroke her head for a while

As she drifts into a trance of sleep,
Counting one-by-one the sheep

Found in her imagination,
She can live within her creation

When she is finally as quiet as a mouse,
I will turn out all the lights in the house

And creep back into my own room
To join my soon-to-be-groom

We will have ourselves adjoined
Until we hear little footsteps, sounding like a coin

Pattering down the hall
Until we see her face, cutest of them all

Say, "I had a nightmare"
I'll reply, "Come here and bring your teddy bear"

If I had a child,
I would stroke her head for a while

As she drifts into a trance of sleep,
Counting one-by-one the sheep

I will finally rest back my head,
Thinking, oh how nice it is when this whole thing is read.

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Who Love's Ya Baby

who loves ya baby
hmmm now let me see

I know my mommy did
even though her shoes I did hid

I think my daddy did
when I didn't make him snid

brothers and sisters well maybe just a little
when I didn't get in the middle

my grandpa and grandma surely does
for I'll do anything for them just because

I know my little girl loves her momma
even better than president Obama

my dogs and cats loves me
even if they continue to make me sneeze

even my close friends new and old still spark the love
for we will alway's go on and well above

paperboy surely does
cause I tip him for keeping my paper out of bushes and shrubs

milkman used to
when I didn't make him shu

bill collectors oh yes
for I'm their baby who they love the best

so who loves me
well lets just continue to see

Tribute To Love

Also Entry For
Deborah Guzzi's 
Who Love's Ya Baby Contest

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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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As I sit quietly on my bed,
The voices still swirl in my head,
What they are saying, 
Keeps replaying,
No matter how hard I try,
 They just wont die,
My destiny is calling,
Time out, no more over hauling,
My ancestors are telling me,
Go forward and Be!

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From The Past

Of all the friends that I’ve known and lost
I reckon at times life will collect its cost

Sometimes the thought makes me sad
As I start thinking of the dreams we had

I know who was right and who was wrong
I reckon it all plays out like a country song

Life of the party is how the song did start
But I reckon it ended with broken hearts

As the years pass by and the memories fade
I remember how we thought we had it made

If life was a bull we had it by the horns
Got the rose by scratching through the thorns

I loved you all more than words can say
I never meant to hurt anybody in any way

But most of my life that was my only curse
I tried to make it better as it just got worse

Just as the guitar player starts a new cord
I turned my life and will over to the Lord

 I’m setting here wishing you all could see
The light of the Lord shinning bright in me

I reckon life is less than funny that way
There are some things we never get to say

Things that are forever etched in the heart
Pulling all of us further and further apart

The Lord has given me a wonderful wife
Together her and I share a beautiful life

As far as our children it is beautiful to see
We have formed a melting pot of a family

From two families broken totally apart
We all do cherish each other’s hearts

I wrote this poem in hopes that someday
You’ll read my words and feel what I say

And know in your hearts its words are true
Especially the ones, “I love all of you”

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Living & Giving

Another blessing on another day
Just another chance to pray

Pray for what, “Well lets see”
Everything the Lord does for me

Not to mention what he does for my wife
Praise be to God what a wonderful life

Facing life on its own terms
Was a lesson we had to learn

Had to learn to say “no’ to the high
Stay on the ground and reach the sky

Whatever we need we get for free
Lord looking out for us you see

Wanted some plants to landscape the yard
Lady said no its all-free put up your card

I’ll even come by and offer my advice
Heard from Brian you folk are really nice

Then I’ll bring the rest of the plants for free
Need help planting count on my family and me

Spiritual Enlightenment is all I can say
Living and giving is the only right way

Never pushing our forcing advice
Let our actions be our words of life

Living by example with no words said
Come on in lets break us some bread

Day started off in so much pain
Getting out of bed seemed in vein

But as I end this poem all I can say
What a wonderfully beautiful special day

Another day the Lord filled our need
Man I love the joy of spreading seed

For each seed planted ten more sprout
We use what we need and give the rest out

Which in turn brings so many more
Living and giving is what life is for

Today I started my day on the site waiting
on my Doctor worried i had a large blood
clot in my leg - Thank God it wasn't and 
the rest of the day - God sure does bless 
us. God Bless and Good night from
Michael, Toni & Michaela

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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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I Want My Mommy

as I lie in this womb
for it's my heart you'll hear beat soon

da beat beat beat
and da tapping of tiny feet

attached cord
was my mighty sword

words of disgrace
embedded in my taste

drug of ill fath
served on my plate

you have rather me died
than to hear my wimper and cries

I could of made you proud
instead of being wrapped in this tiny shroud

now I am someone else's angel
wearing a nice shinny golden halo

as my unspoken words goes out to you
I hope your next child won't have to go through this too

Tribute To The Unborn

Entery For 
Raul Moreno's
Unspoken Words Contest
GL All

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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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1.Conducting husband’s earning regarded
best life partner.	
2.Degrading virtue of wife
grandeur life worthless. 
3.Her virtue, husband possesses
all, vice, contrary.
4.Conserving chaste of determined
 woman, deserve admiration.
5.Deifying unique husband, rain
obeys her spell.
6.Conserving virtues of both
confer her supreme.
7.Supreme woman guards chaste
self than others.
8.Esteeming dutiful husband ranks
wife in Elysium
9.Lacking virtuous wife, husband
scornful among critics.
10.Virtuous wife, family’s honour
good heir crown. 
Dedicated to Thiruvalluvar(31B.C), the author in Tamil
Translated by S.Kandasamy, MUSIRI, TAMILNADU,INDIA
Published in on 7-12-13

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A Christmas Tale

As snowflakes form into crystalline  beds
Santa dresses up in his suit so red
Reindeer restless to come out of their stall
Christmas is the most wonderful night of them all
All across the world it's so beautiful to see
People taking the time to fill others hearts with glee
Somewhere high above the clouds in a special place
God and Son sit on their throne a smile upon their face
The reason they are smiling is it warms their heart to see
Love and cheer is everywhere that it could possibly be
Somewhere in a little town nestled nicely away
A worried man looks at the bills he knows he must pay
As his daughter points at the advertisement on t.v.
Excitedly asking of her dad, "Will Santa bring that for me"
Suddenly he hears more mail land in the box
With a thud that hits his heart like a thousand locks
As he shuffles through the bills that day he runs across a card
So he stops and opens it right there in the yard
The thing about this card that made the odds so slim
This man had absolutely no idea who sent it to him
It said,"We know times are tough and what your going through"
"So we placed $500 in this card and sent it off to you"
He searched the envelope and card but there was no name at all
He reckons that makes this wonderful gift the greatest gift of all
He talks it over with his wife and they give half away
To help the local shelter feed the hungry on Christmas day
As we scurry about these days in an awful fuss
I believe up in heaven the Lord is smiling down on us
Because he knows on Christmas day that most all humanity
Takes the time to stop and say, "Lord we give thanks to thee"

Totally fictional poem but the message is one that
needs be heard. In every town across our nation
hungry families will file into the many shelters
hoping to get them and their children a hot meal
and possibly a single gift. If everyone who could
afford to give a dollar would no one would be
turned away - Merry Christmas

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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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A Father

“A Father”

How do you explain a father who has a loving heart of a saint?
Always patiently teaching us a good picture we should paint
Knowing from my first breath his love runs through my veins
Showing me with wisdom to rise above of all our pains
With unwavering faith he let me find my way
Keeping me fed and happy and supporting us everyday
Letting me do it my own way he let me play my song
Always seeing the good things in this world we all belong
Always telling us wisely it doesn’t matter what color or creed
Always putting us first and tending to our every need
I feel abundantly blessed having a father such as you
And there will always be a part of you in every good deed I might do


copyright 2011

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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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Day of Love

Valentine's Day is a day of love,
When love is symbolized with a dove.

When all our love can be set free,
And shared among you and me.

And even when the day is ending,
Our share of love is just beginning.

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its place

sentimentality has its place
it's in my heart, it's on your face

in an edict of government, for a hungry child
in the middle of nowhere, all windy and wild

it's in scraped skies over citied tall buildings
it's on the Louvre's walls surrounded by gilding 

it's buzzing the field of breeze-blown wheat
at the photo-finish of a horserace dead heat

it lies with the dog quietly resting by the door
the cat's contented purr, the babies quiet snore

it's in the oven, warming with scents
it's under the tree, wrapped in presents

it's written in stories we've all known for years
it's in people you know in your daily spheres

it's right here, on this screen that you're reading
it's after, and now, and time since proceeding

it's in her hair, with its satin-soft sheen
her coy smile at you, if you know what I mean

it's in his brash boast with eased confidence
to do something of import with good consequence

it's kissing your lips, warm and alluring
it's filling your heart and quietly assuring

it's sunning itself, on sweating work days
it's enjoying each other in so many ways

it's in the glint of light shown on my eyes,
to this life lived full, and what it implies

© Goode Guy 2011-11-13

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The Rest of My Days

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
But before I do, please allow me to pray.

For just as the sky has one brightest star.
I’m forever in love with the person you are.

Your heart is compassion in its truest form.
Your lips are moist, tender and warm.

Your eyes are as deep as deep can go.
The kindest person I ever did know.

Your soul is one that shines so bright.
It gave me the desire to want to live right.

You’re a Grandmother, Mother, Wife and lover.
Who holds a grace and beauty like no other.

When my life was as dark as dark could be.
Your love led me to the Lord, which set me free.

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
Sweetheart, that feat shall take the rest of my days.

Written for Tracy Decker’s “Inspired by the Masters” Poetry contest. 
Elizabeth Browning’s, “How Do I Love Thee”

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BOOM goes Nialm (2006)

If theres ever a soul that is rare
Nilam is the only soul standing there
Bubbles that burst with flavours of the rainbow
Fits of laugher where the bubbles over flow
A genuine light in a dark gloom room
In comes Nilam and the world goes boom

Written for the one and only Nialm

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"Deterioration" Abandoned is this cold, dark house, The only life a half dead mouse. The hum of the flies behind the walls, And on the floor broken, staring dolls. The wallpaper peels, and rots, Away from loving pictures of parents and tots. A bed is flipped, And the curtains ripped. Rays of light shine through, And fall on the spot I shared with you. All the memories I've not forgot, All the times that we had fought. Now I feel so alone, Petrified, lifeless like a stone. My empty heart feels like this rotting home.

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Broken Promises and Shattered Dreams

I stood by your side through good and bad times;
I comforted, loved and cared for you-
Doing my best to see that, together, we would make it through
But you took our vows for granted and went merrily on your way 
And that is why we are where we are today.
You did not take us seriously and now you refuse to accept the blame
That all I really got from you were broken promises and shattered dreams.

When I needed you most, you were never there to give me that comfort, to show
me you cared
When I was feeling blue and my heart ached with so much pain, you went on 
life's pathway just the same, taking for granted that I would always remain
Even though your words were unfruitful that they became nothing but broken
promises and shattered dreams.

Broken promises and shattered dreams are all that's left of us 
For upon you I could not depend; And for all my good, you did re-send a 
package wrapped in high-esteem, over laden with broken promises and
shattered dreams.

What I needed from you was just your love and devotion
Yet what I received was great-swelling words without  real emotion.
You were given my love and you threw it away as if it was worthless and of 
no value in your "scene;" so you let it return to me as broken promises 
and shattered dreams.

I gave you my Love; you were the apple of my eye, but you cast it to the wind
and constantly made me cry.
I gave you my heart, you were my everything; but you rejected it, and left me
pierced and stained with memories of broken promises and shattered

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My Inheritance

This year I inherited a farm surrounded in love.

Included, house, fields, machines, and barn,

From my distant past, I can feel the sense of need.

Your wonder written in every faded side,

Your tainted stains of red show your age of time.

Weathered damage shows that nature is unkind.

Your strength is evident in your stature so bold.

Whispers of sounds fade, though grasp my ears.

Evidence roams around your perimeter in sight.

Traces of housed remnants, secure your story.

Telling of the creations and forms, you caressed.

Along with sheltering herds of living things,

A testament to your foundation still shows complete.

Your fortitude captures my heart, in a natural backdrop.

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     There is a tropical atmosphere...although it is far away
     Because there is warmth of feeling - that will never decay.

     The one is of termperature...and in the Southern Seas
     The other is here with us today - and has more meaning for me.

     The islands out in the Pacific...have a beauty about each one
     The ones that are here today - are far more beautiful than all of them.

     The Islands are a home to many...and visitors are never few
     But the islands that I think about - are always coming back to you.

     God place a physical paradise
     God plaed all of you here in our family - to help each other thru life.

     I have been to the islands of Hawaii...and may go back again, sometime
     But I will never have enough of my family - to help to share this rhyme.

     For I have learned that Family...though we seldom meet
     Are the islands in my life - that I will always need.

     So, I thank God for each one of you...and pray for you each day
     Because I love each one of you islands - and that's all I have to say!

     (Written to honor my family at our reunion this month)

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Part By Part

Writing to soothe a broken heart,
Typing it out part by part.

Life will continue to be
As I try to hear what God’s telling me.

Trying to grasp the meaning of life
While trying to be the best kind of wife.

Raise your kids and do what’s right,
And don’t forget to turn out the light.

Brush your teeth and say your prayers,
Don’t forget to push in those chairs.

Honor your mother and your father,
And try not to be too much of a bother.

By doing the best that I can
I’m coming up with my own plan.

As I type it part by part,
I’m learning to listen to my own heart.

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The Reunion

The reunion was a meeting of style,
A family gathering that would last for a while.

A meeting for loving,sharing,and just being there.
A meeting for passing the love and the care.

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Truth Beats the Lies

Today I pen this poem for all of you
Know in your hearts every word is true

There was once a time that I was insane
Everyone I loved, I caused them pain

Grandparents to my children’s hearts
I honestly tore them all totally apart

Uncles, Aunts, Sisters and Brothers
She hadn’t drown probably my mother

The best of friends and all of my mates
No one was exempt from sharing my hate

My hate was a river that forever poured
My soul was thing that I forever ignored

So why is that not the Michael Jordan of today
One day I ask of the Lord, “Please guide my way”

The road wasn’t easy true change never is
My life was no longer mine I considered it his

And what he ask, what he wanted me to do
Is use myself as an example of how to be true

Being true to myself I quickly learned was the key
I couldn’t anything for you till I was honest with me

And no matter what I do it could never be enough
When it comes to amends I have a lifetime of stuff

But none of that matters it no longer matters at all
I now bow to the Lord but to the world I stand tall

I no longer hold to excuses or offer up alibis
I have learned how to let go of all of the lies

My truth is my shield as I write for the Lord
My heart writes lyrics as my soul plays the chords

I don’t even really know what this poem is about
Sometimes I’m blown away by what comes pouring out

I guess it’s just another way to rise above the sin
For it’s the words I write that teaches me to win

What am I trying to win, I do hope it shows
A little more love in my heart and light in my soul

What this poem is about I have come to realize
No matter how much it hurts the truth beats the lies

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My mother was first to go. 
It was a battle but she gave it all she Knew.
She fought it till the end, until us boys put her in a casket.

Then our father was next to go.
Cancer just ate up his bones.
It’s been a tough five years for me.
Poetry blocks away my misery. 

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Weed And Feed

On my day's journey
Think going to a basketball tourney

Stopped by sisters house
It was as quiet as a mouse

Out in her garden she sits
Hoe claw and gloves of misfits

Peddle pushers to kaboot
Gotta love her for she's a hoot

She kept digging at those weeds
And filling the holes with new seeds

I asked if she was tired of this
She replyed no as she turned and twist

See hoeing your garden
Is like a life's pardon

You might say it's like losing weight
Shedding unwanted pounds you hate

The hurries and worries
Even if their some kind of snow flurries

As we laughed and cried
I felt more pride

For my sister did it to me once again
Helped me weed out my own garden from within

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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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We’ve enjoyed a lot of good times and helped each other through the bad;
You are always there to cheer me up whenever I am sad;

You never tried to hurt me, like some other people we’ve known;
You just give me all your love and it proves how much we’ve grown;

Since the days of making mud pies and climbing your mulberry tree;
We’ve sure done a lot of crazy things, but that’s between you and me;

I enjoy remembering all of the fun that the two of us have had;
And remembering that we are cousins makes me incredibly Glad;

You know everything about me, And I owe you more than you lend;
Because your more than just a cousin, you’re the definition of Friend.

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Moonbeams and Desire

Heart blooms when any of the starfish light
Starfish light when you tell them to light up
and they are so pretty but you can't even see them
The sky is so dark that you can't even read them
The moonbeams now are not in desire
and they can't keep holding the same in the fire.

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My Friend Sharon

I reckon this poem is long overdue
Sharon this poem is in honor of you

I’ve come to respect the things you say
Let them brighten and enlighten my day

When it comes to advice it’s hard for me
For I once was a fish in a bottomless sea

Lost in the waves that seemed to forever roll
Always one step away from my pot of gold

Never knowing who or what I could trust
Lost in the ashes and buried in the dust

Your friendships a treasure I will forever hold
Your advice is worth more than that pot of gold

When it comes to respect what more can I say?
I reckon your one person who has earned her way

I reckon you and my wife would get along fine
And your husband would be a dear friend of mine

But as fate would have it were a continent apart
But from my family to yours we love your heart

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Cousin R

I think that he is crazy,
though he's a lot of fun when he's nice,
and his conversaitons are rather hazy,
I think the word "swears" will suffice.

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It's Whats Inside Of You That Counts

The true love of your heart
Now where shall I start

Mine comes for ones that are lost in storms
Or for children who heart's thats been ripped and torn

One may even say I had opened many doors
To let the homeless sleep on maple floors

Or they may say you were the one to spare a dime
But have commited no other such crimes

Then theres another that may say just get out of their way
And you reply with only have such a lovely day

For there shall be no love of another
Like your love you held for my passed sister and brothers

And that heart that was sewen unto you
Was woven by God's holy hands of skew

So the true love of your heart
Is what brought me here from the very start

Tribute To My Jenny Rose
Mama Loves You Peanut

Also Entry For Michael Jorden's
Inside The Heart Contest
GL All

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Human Dialogues

People in conversations raise frustrations
Some in communications cause tribulations

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No doubt the way this poem should start
He was an iron man with a golden heart
I spent many days under a shade tree
Listening to how life used to be
Many days I spend fighting back the tears
For I shouldn't have wasted all those years
I swear if I could do it all over again
I would have listened more closely to him
I have no right as far I can see
To tell of the man who took care of me
Born in the days when men rode a horse
Like a river his life followed a course
A course that remained honest and true
Showed that real men are the things that they do
Raised his family and provided for his wife
A solid example of what matters in life
For his grandchildren he did more than his part
That’s why he's an Icon in all of our hearts
God blessed him far as I can see
For he could play beautiful music with a leaf off a tree
He held his family together his house was our home
No matter what path or how far we roamed
He was a farmer, Judge, barber and a poet
If we needed an answer no doubt he would know it
These days I use his memory I use it to see
The type of man I was meant to be

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Test Time

My blessed heart
Where shall I start

I thank my dear Lord
For being my mighty sword

For fighting these demons within
Who try to make me faulter or sin

I thank the Heavenly angels above
For bringing me someone new to love

I thank family and friends
For showing me how to fight till the end

I feel blessed for the air I breath
Even if it tends to make me sneeze

I feel blessed to watch my child grow
For she still loves the way I kiss her fingers and toes

So when I'm feeling so down and blue
I recant back to things of being so brand new

So thanks to others whom I pass on these blessings
For the Lord will alway's do his own testing

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Am I Wrong

Am I wrong
for what I long?

A family here love and care,
Feelings deep, for us to share.

A friend who will be there for me,
One to take my problems so I won't worry.

A wish that everything was fair,
All the steps we take everywhere.

So, am I wrong
for what I long?

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Wisdom Of The Last Leaf

How can you ever reap my sweetest fruit 
When you cut me entirely from the root?
A root sage as the last leaf of autumn 
Descending downward to its unknown tomb
With its words of wisdom of which I sing 
In vibrant voice but you hear me nothing!

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A Child Blossomed

A Child Blossomed

I saw in your face a valley of love
Spreading as spiderwort smiling above.

I felt your devotion and saw your grace.
Oh, calming influence amid life’s place.

When sadness came near you wiped away tears.
Freely helping throughout many long years.

The strength of your memory in my heart,
Grants me the courage for each day’s new start.

A child in your hands blossomed in these lands.
Where the mountain slopes meet the oceans sands.

Wherever I go, I know you are near.
Watching from heaven, grandmother dear.

© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
January 25, 2010

Poetic form:  Couplets

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It's Your Choice, Not Mine

Certainly, to share is to love, as for love is to share
If truly, you share out of love, then you really care

Easy to understand, and it is not my own command
If, you do not wish to listen, then stop your pretend

Always be there for you, a loyal friend, real and true
Not here to sue you, but, to share with you, my stew

Indeed, you have been told, O, People of this World
Be steadfast and be bold, but still, you are very cold

Ok, you hate without pretend, you suffer till the end
Remember, the One, being sent, he died, for all men

It is your choice, not mine, with me, you will rejoice
If you heeded my voice, you’ll live, without remorse

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Fade Away

My Grandfather was a wise old-bird
Used to leave me hanging on every word
As amazing a man as there could ever be
Used to play music with the leaf off a tree
These days as the sun puts and gets me out of bed
I think of a saying he instilled inside my head
“Early to bed and early to rise
Makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise”
He didn’t write it but know this is true
He lived those lines his whole life through
He was tough as leather and strong as steal
An iron man with an iron will
As I look back at what I turned out to be
I think these days he would be proud of me
I loved him more than words could say
As the memories of him start to fade away

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Christmas Night

Such a warm and loving night
Stars shining bright

The peace and harmony from above,
Will guide us with endearing Love,

Wishing everyone within your heart,
A very loving, fresh start,

For this, the night of glory here.
As Wise Men traveled far and near.

To witness our Saviors glorious birth,
Along with giving all they were worth.

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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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Serenity of Entropy (For Mothers Everywhere)

Wake up the crack of dawn,
Mow the lawn,
Get the mail,
Come inside and be carefree,
Bask in the serenity of entropy,
Wake up the kids to clean their rooms,
Wash the car and walk the dog,
Lay out all day the back yard sod,
Get in the car and be carefree,
Bask in the serenty of entropy,
Check the clock and plant the shrubs,
Paint the house and wash the tub,
Vacuum the bathroom and seep the halls,
Then get in the shower and be carefree,
Bask in the serenity of entropy,
Put on your clothes and go to work,
Run to the office, you're 10 minutes late,
Attribute your tardiness to traffic or fate,
Then sit down at your desk and be carefree,
Bask in the serenity of entropy,
Go home and cook dinner,
Then eat and around ten,
Go upstairs, collapse, and ward off his pass,
The man who approaches with hair on his back,
Then ask yourself why did it have to be me?
That basks in the serenity of entropy?

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A million memories fall like crystal raindrops on a summer day
as I make my way along the winding road above the Fundy Bay,
where you wait for me beyond the gate where wild flowers grow.
In an open field as old as time where gentle ocean breezes blow,
once again I am a child resting in the arms of your sweet embrace.
As you erase my tears with your gentle loving kisses on my face,
and the torment and the anguish that have troubled me so long
are finally put to rest in this rightful place that knows no wrong.
For it is now with 3 score beneath my wayward feet I come to realize
that all the roads I travel still lead me to this place my heart resides;
and as I lay the lilacs that you loved while on earth upon your grave,
I bow before you now and thank you for the everlasting love you gave.
In Loving memory of my precious Grandmother ‘Cecelia Evans’

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A Visit in Style

Hello there my dearest old friend, it’s been a long, long time
I wish of you to sit a spell, indulge me with your rhymes

I have a few to read to you. I’d like to know your thoughts.
I have so many styles now. It’s great, what I’ve been taught!

The Cameo is popular; I really love it so.
The Septet, too, is oh so grand, I wanted you to know.

The Haiku, though so short, is a descriptive piece to read.
It provides all the clarity and imagery you’ll need.

A Tanka is much like that but has two more lines instead.
It really sounds just as descriptive, if out loud it’s read.

One that really is a fave, is the Diatelle; it’s great!
With many lines and syllables it’s surely to elate.

So many styles to say the least, I cannot say them all.
We must revisit them one day, so please pay me a call.

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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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Bedside Colloquy

“Never once doubt that my love will survive,
Blessing you always while you are alive.
When our hearts beat no more, love we will share.
All of eternity love will be there.”

So you would say to me, but you were wrong:
Love’s but a blossom frail or a brief song,
Withered the petals, the music off-key.
Sometimes I think that you never loved me!
Far from eternal, as poets have said,
Love disappears long before we are dead.
Pain rules your body now, anguish my brain.
I’ve loved you all my life.  Was it in vain?

“Can your love help me now?  Can your love cure?
Can it relieve the pain I must endure?
I’m in a prison; old age is my crime;
And, though I long for peace, death takes its time.
Yes, I remember that flowery speech
Made when recovery seemed within reach.
Hope now has dimmed for me; faith too is far.
Sometimes I doubt that God knows where we are!

“Still I do love you, child, and I do bless,
Even without a smile or a caress!
This final illness I’ve no control of --
It will be over soon -- never my love.”

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a string of forget me nots

  I can only walk with you to the bend in the trail
I'll tell you my stories ,some dark and some pale
you'll laugh and you'll cry and you'll wonder out loud
you'll cringe at the cowards and smile at the proud

  I'm wrapping your past in a fine veil of green
strings of wild flowers around what I've seen
your mother once told me of nine silver fish
and how they forgave you and granted your wish

  a wish that you wanted to never forget
the love that she felt and is still feeling yet
here take all these fireflys to wrap
'round your wrists
she caught them last summer
alight in the mist

  we won't forget Grandfather 
daughter in hand
braving the cold in a new savage land
chopping and slashing
a path for us all
building a cabin to welcome the Fall

  Now in the fire light I bid you goodbye
feeling it all as we laugh and we cry
Time to rewrap everything that I've said
now take it away to the world in your head

   save it for someone fresh with your eyes
spin the whole web with the truths and the lies
I'll live in memories back down the trail
the road to the past
where true love never fails.

 a string of forget me nots 
all pressed and dried
each with a story ,go tell them
with pride.

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Old Jim

Old Jim was always ready with a smile,
And it became contagious that was just his style.

He never let life get the better of him,
And you could just see it, the love that transported out of those old eyes of Jim.

Jim never got married said it was just to hard to choose,
And he would say, love is sometimes a gamble and it’s to painful when you lose.

But you could tell as Jim grew older that, that was the part of life that he missed most,
He thought he had it all figured out and along towards the end all that was left to do was sit back and coast.

But the walls have a way of closing in and loneliness is a bitter friend,
Especially on those long cold winter nights that seem to never end.

Well spring brought about a different Jim, one who looked haggard and worn,
And that once so impressive smile was now a look of scorn.

Till one Sunday church social old Jim decided to go,
There his life was about to change, there he met the love of his life, her name was Betty Jo.

She said old Jim you don’t impress me much but I sure like your smile,
He said I need you to come and be my bride, for it’s you I’ve needed for such a long, long while.

They were married on that very day, two lonely souls came together as one,
Now his smile is back again, you should see old Jim and his newborn son.

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Arduous racking of leaves from the trees;
Ultimately gathering from down on our knees.
Turkey and tensile; soon to be here;
Uniting of families as Christmas draws near.
Maple leaves falling; by many and one;
Nature announces; that winter will come

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Somebody's Daughter

She was a bundle of fear walking down the street
With the memory of yesterday sill fresh in her feet
She remembers her Mother begging her one day
Sweetheart, Please don't let the life carry you away
The whole world awaited so she took a chance
Lost so deeply in the fire of his cold romance
Tonight you'll find her back out on the street
Somebody's daughter is now somebody's meat
Turning tricks for a fix a simple solution
Filling her soul up with pollution
Sometimes in the life miracles are found
As somebody's daughter walks through the town
After walking all night she was tired and sore
As somebody's daughter knocks on the door
Her dad opens the door with the biggest of grins
Wraps her up in his arms and welcomes her in
He promised her later they would talk for awhile
As he tucks her to bed with a big smile
He looked at his baby with a tear in his eye
Went back to his room and proceeded to get high
See for her daddies habit she had to hoe
Thats what addiction does to the soul
Next day she found him dead in his room
Right there beside him, his needle and spoon
Her mother took her home the very next day
No more of her soul will she have to pay
Trading death for freedom a simple solution
As hell gets offered a little more pollution

© 2007 Michael Jordan
All Rights Reserved

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Send me an Angel for me to hold, 
 One with wings and a halo of gold.

Send me that precious gift I long for, 
 A smile so sweet and eyes to adore.

Send him here for me to cherish, 
 Make him kind, loyal and garish.

Send him here with love and grace, 
 A child whose unique style I'll embrace.

Send me the patience to be a mother, 
 Hoping he'll love us and his brother. 

Not a typical family is what we are, 
 But we could be much worse by far.

Jordon is the answer to my prayers, 
 A big brother, for Chris, who truly cares.

Love is what we have to give, 
 Without my son I could not live.

Thank you God, you've done what I asked.
 As a good mother, please tell me did I pass?

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I Love These Girls

                             My vice and addiction is not with bookies
                         But my money’s spent on Girl Scout cookies.
                      My daughter she sells them and gives me a wink
                      For she knows I will buy them before I could blink
                   The shortbreads, the caramels, the cinnamon swirls
                    The supporters of my addiction are these little girls

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My Family

Family is such a funny thing.
They make you laugh, cry, and sing.

Mine is no different than any other.
They tend to leave you be or smother.

There are days full of drama,
And other days we gossip in the sauna.

There is always someone stabbing you in the back,
And someone else wanting to be the leader of the pack.

We are who we are.
Each of us a shining star.

If something is said by someone not a member,
The rest of us will surely dismember.

Protective I am so clearly,
Of those I love very dearly.

Good or bad,come what may.
This is my family I dare say.

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Another Holiday

It is yet another holiday without my kids,
And once again I feel the urge to keep the pain hid.

No one knows how truly alone I feel.
They just tell me in time I will heal.

How can I get over this though?
This is the most excruciating pain I know!

It is not physical but a pain of the heart.
It is unfair to keep mother and child apart.

There are days that my emotions are so raw,
I just want someone or something to cleave and claw.

This is pure agony at its best.
I no longer have a heart in my chest.

Maybe oh maybe this is a dream.
No it is not and yet I cannot scream.

The choice for them to leave was not mine to say,
The wonderful state decided it was my price to pay.

So once again I mourn my loss and cry,
For my asking for help came at a cost way too high.

I sit here in no one way or other,
And ask myself " What am I if I can't be a Mother?"

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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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Turkey Time (for Don Meikle)

White meat or dark, or in between
I don't care, just so it's lean                                                                           
My personal favorite is the wings                            
And gravy made with those gibbly things                    
I also like the" parson's nose"
Not many people would serve you those                                             
Mashed potatoes and pumpkin pie
That's mighty good eatin' my, oh, my
With family and friends gathered round
We say a prayer, then all chow down
There's so many cakes and pies and such
It' just soooooo easy to eat too much
As the last left-over is put away
I thank everyone for a wonderful day
We should honor the dead, celebrate the living
Don't you wish every day could be...

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the Naming Day

 He came outside to a circling hawk
on the day of the child
t'was the name he caught
on a spiraling feather
in his hand,
now Circling Hawk 
is the name of the man.

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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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With patience she has bought me up,
So much love it keeps overflowing the cup.

She comforts me when I am in pain,
Or else a long time ago i would have gone insane.

I get scolded when she is right,
But so rarely has she abused her might.

I love you mom beyond compare,
If ever you need me I will be there.

God is here in a disguise for me,
The faster I realise the better things shall be.

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Genetic memories

I went to Green Key beach
with you behind my eyes,
your daughter had a silver net 
to fill with my surprise

Twenty years slipped through 
the holes with seaweed and
the shells
of broken hearted memories
but still I feel the swells

of thirsty tides that rose and fell
with all our hopes and dreams
your daughter sings our song so well
and she knows what it means

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Leaving you

I hate leaving you in that god awful place.
It breaks my heart, that sad expression upon your face.

A visit of only once a month is not enough
I never want to leave it is so tough.

I hope you know this was never my choice,
For my opinion was never allowed a voice.

Four years of us being apart.
It constantly breaks my heart.

You are my son and I love you dearly.
If I had known, another choice I would have made, clearly.

Forgive me my son,
For I know the battle was not won.

But one day soon you will be free.
One day soon you will be back with me.

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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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Ominous growls, whipping panic’s vane
Sirens sounding, wailing nature’s bane
Caustic clouds, whose lightning does ignite
Crackling thunder, dancing demons of night

Souls praying, huddled in halls of eternal wait
Windows rattling, children into hysterical states
Rooftops straining, revealing families of neglect
Tornadoes swallowing, past promises to reflect

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Black desires and dark opinions
sealed inside a heart's dominion
planted by a Father/Mother
can't forget and won't recover.

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Healing Ellie

I met you hollow as the bones
of sun scorched trees with roots upturned
Worn to smoothness, polished grey
I met you when you'd less to say
But time and temperance green the ground
by pushing growth and sticking 'round
The seeds which scattered, dormant, light
in a gust of wind and time, took flight
They settled with your words and grew
with limbs of strength, they became you
And soon you laughed and bloomed in pink
and unwrapped time as a gift to think
Soon, your roots entwined the earth
You opened your arms to a million birds
and swayed in the wind to their favorite tune
as you etched them into your friend, the moon
Now you speak as all nature does
with a heart full of passion that's rooted in love
Each limb of growth reaching into the wind
Your words are a healing, You're on the mend...

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Memory Necklace

String me a necklace, a lunar eclipse
of shadows, of baubles, of eternal bliss
Memory make me in frozen star dust
and roll out the heavens just like we discussed
You are my anchor in times of distress
my haven, my shoulder, my afternoon kiss
You salve my wounds with a quiet decree
and string me a necklace with gifts from the sea
Opposite shores pushing waves to and fro
in the moonlight we met, in our liquid we flow
With a braiding of star dust we necklace the moon
so she's dressed to the hilt of the luna de lune
We are the music of husband and wife
Trailing our memories behind us in life
You decorate me with love from the sea
You are my passion, eternally.

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mental motoring

  Lack of communication
causes much exaspiration
fill me in on where you are
in your mental motor car

  maybe I can meet you there
we still have  a lot to share
I 'll be there on roller skates
so you may just have to wait

  Take your lead foot off the gas
look back at the things you've past
in your rearview see me there
right behind you ,I still care

    when you crawled around my chair
when I used to wash your hair
no one knew you'd drive so far
in your mental motor car

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Sail on

the wharf was teeming
black and white,
the gulls were keening
in their flight
  round and round
the fishing scow
the old man scowled
his heavy brow
  forty years before the mast
and now today would be his last
the smell of fish,the salty air
was in his soul
and now despair
chilled his heart
like winter gales
  he thought about 
the moon on sails
the loved ones left upon
the shore
a hundred times or even more
he thought about his only son
who ran away when he was young
because he swore to never be
another sailor on the sea
the old man dropped the anchor then
and swabbed the decks and set his chin
he took his slicker and his hat
and walked the plank,
imagine that
but then a young voice from the past
hollered out,Ahoy,Avast!
there'll be no mutiny on my ship
I brought some ale 
come have a sip
the old salt turned his weary head
oh son they told me you were dead
I'm not a ghost,it's really me,
let's get this bucket out to sea.
and 'round the world his spirit flew
and came back home to start anew.

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Heirs Poetica

Once I was an artist
I painted in the sky,
the rainbows and the sunsets
but they never seemed to dry.
  Once I was a poet I wrote
in chalky hues,
I wrote of love and raindrops
in purples,reds and blues
  Once I was a player
I strode from town to town
singing songs and acting
we traveled all around.
  Now my soul is empty
there's nothing more to do
and I have nothing left to leave ,
no heritage for you.

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You are more than just a kitten to me.
You are a member of my family.

Today I know you were not you,
What  was wrong I had no clue!

I made a rush to the vet.
For I was not ready to let you go yet.

I let you lay upon my chest,
For that was your favorite place to rest.

The vet said the we were too late,
So now Jasper you are at Heavens gate.

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The Mixed-Rhymer

Tyburn and Diamante, the smarty and the glow, are now here
and they’re ready, perfectly ready, to be read by you my dear!

The wintry weather have mantled their innocent forms all day, 
and by the window they’re leaning on my last hope, their hooray.

I watch li’l Haiku, flowing, with orange flame in the evening wind, 
whilst the mystical orb lingers at the blue mountain---the fairies’ inn.

Dinner-fume is not floating-up yet, perhaps not today, from your kitchen,
so I, the mixed-rhymer, will do them the reading with pizzas in our hands.

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  He kept  her in to tell the time
that she had left as Valentine.
  The children came and found
her there
with shreds of someone in her hair.

  She let him leave and save his face
but she collapsed in dark disgrace,
fed by the doubts of where and why,
she came back home to see him die.

  She asked him twice 
before he died.
He simply smiled at her and sighed.
He turned his face back to the wall
He closed his eyes..........
and that was all.


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Too Late my Love

stole her hopes and plans,
and now too late she understands,
that she was worthy 
of the chance
at happiness and true romance.

Now she just sits 
with broken hands
with blinded eyes,
and shattered bands,
to contemplate
the worst of crimes...........
a thief who stole,
her gift of time.

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Shadows move across the floor
Sun-beams trace patterns on the door

Quiet echos in the hall
Neighbours no longer call

Space fills the empty chair
Neglect...replacing care

Children's voices no more sing
Telephone bells no longer ring

A place no human now takes their ease
The'For Sale' board rattles in the breeze

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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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Time Fighting

I used to think that you were my soul mate. 
I thought that  I had known that since our first date.
I used to feel special and loved, just like a queen.
We never fought , never had a word or thought that was mean.
I took for granted you thought I could do no wrong.
Daydreaming to the radio whenever I hear a romantic song.
Fantasizing that it was you, I just read about in that sultry book.
Knowing that backwards was never a directional option for us to look.
Crying as you slipped onto my finger the most beautiful ring,
Anxiously waiting to see what tomorrow may bring.
Brought us to a life-altering decision and a night full of fun.
Nine months later, it brought us our amazing son.
As time has gone by, it has brought us some difficult times,
Some sweet as chocolate, others, sour like limes.
Bonding us together as a family, sticking together like glue,
Pulling our selves above the nasty, drowning slew.
As the times have gone by, I have started think,
"How long has it been since either has given a wink?"
Realizing that we are no longer the people we used to be,
My eyes are focusing on the real you that I am beginning to see.
Feeling obligated to do as you say, for I don't want be lonely or scared.
Resisting to the ideal of fighting back, as to the temptation of being dared.
You are not the only one that has changed for better or worse, over the years.
For, I have become more aware, gracefully wiping away my unheard tears.
I am not going to pretend anymore, I know that I am not perfect to you
Nor, you are to me. I've tried to change us both till my face has turned blue.
Exhausted from the challenges that we make each other face.
I still want to know that you love me and that I will always have a place.
However, if things can't change and everything is still my fault,
Then, don't even bother, without my combination, you will never open my vault.
Doors will be closing, as new ones open, hopefully not courtrooms, for instance.
If that is what is best for everyone involved, we can still love you, from a distance!
Keep in mind that two very special people think you roped and hung the moon.
Make a whole-hearted decision about the cards on the table, don't fold too soon.
I know we both are fighters, lets hang in there for our family and decide no to quit.
Different perspective, lets fight together not each other, kind of ironic, I admit.

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   a pride of lines
a line of pride
the words you write
the road you ride

   reflections on a pomegranate
music from another planet
   ripples on the stream of time
letters written in your rhyme

   lines on lines
you wrote and said
in your head

   measure me 
a pride of lines
that your faith in me refines
bring me back a souvenir
  of our love,
     I love you dear.

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Breakfast on the Balcony

apricot morning
tea and the dream
so slowly 
alive in the steam
rising in mists
from the china 
she saved
from Russia 
with love
barely snatched 
from the grave
of czars
and czarinas 
in exile
in France
watching the
write words
to a dance
inspired by
the leaves on the
trees in the wind
blown on the balcony 
shared with
a friend.

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I have these dreams  I believe that are near.
Ones of my family and friends having tears.

Their standing around with much silence to hear,
as the preacher announces, the one who lies here.

I'm looking around to my family and friend,
whispering to few , "What's going on here ?"

No one acknowledges I'm even there,
as I start to drift up to see me lying there.

I frantically look back down at my kids,
as my tears start to roll, for I know I'll be missed.

I'm screaming to everyone, "look I an here."
No one responds, for they can not hear.

I watch my two daughters look to the sky.
Hysterically crying as their asking "Why ?"

I frantically reach, as I'm drifting away,
screaming out loud, "let this dream go away."

I wake up from sleeping , with tears down my face,
thinking of loved ones and their true proper place

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Now, i let you fly like a bird in the sky
To follow your dream, filled with cream;
But never hesitate to call, if, you fall;
For i'll be there, always, ready to care!

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American Me

I am an American,I'm proud to be free.
I am an American,I'm the future 'to-be'.
I love my country,this land where I was born.
I love my country,it's flag,tattered and worn.
I pledge my allegiance every morning at school.
I pledge my allegiance because AMERICA RULES!
I can make a differerence with a 'star-spangled' quote.
I can make a difference by casting MY vote.
I will serve my country,should it ever call on me,
I will serve my country by being the BEST AMERICAN CITIZEN that I can be!

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the view through your eyes

kept apart by pure polarity
you inspire my solidarity
I can't touch you lest I die
still you're living in my eye

oh dear nearly child of mine
how I find you 
more than fine
reaching out to crisscross
to gather gumdrops
and guitars

as the turning world grows 
older I feel you standing
on my shoulder
watch the bright parade
go by
and share your view
with my mind's eye

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My Memorial to Him

With great sadness and fond memories, I regretfully say
My brother was killed on Memorial Day
Almost 15 years now and so I often I think
How life goes by quickly, just in a blink

Strong, yes he was, a navy man, proud
I loved him so much, as could be allowed
Just 3 years older, the closest one to me
I wonder, if here, how different it would be

Being the youngest of ten was not a great thing
Not knowing the older ones, left me wanting
For he, my brother, my friend, my bud
Was taken from me, when he spilled his blood

He had come back from the Gulf, to his wife and son
The wife wanted a divorce, he reached for his gun
I guess he couldn’t take losing the war of his love
So he took his own life; hopefully went up above

Well, I know what they teach, that by doing that, no
Down below is really where he was destined to go
But deep in my heart, where I keep him there still
I believe he’s in Heaven, now doing God’s will

With a family spread out, they don’t understand
They never really knew him, the brother, the man
But I knew him best and therefore must say
I love you dear brother, Happy Memorial Day!

Many years have now gone, I still think of you
My son born that year was named for you too
So I’ll never forget you, no memory end
I’ll always love you, my brother, my friend

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Ode to Jimmy James

  Goodbye Jimmy James 
we love you,
as we turn to watch you go
may our God look down
above you
and protect you
for you know,
we depend upon your caring
through the darksome nights 
all the weight that you are sharing
through no failings of your own.
you have gathered up the burdens
{though you've never said they were,}
when she passed through
death's dark  curtains
you have paid the debts for her.
Sacrificed your dreams of wonder ,
left your lambs out on the hill,
other sheppards they are under,
yet you take that bitter pill.
without word or deed of sorrow 
nor regret do you convey
though you're leaving here 
you are in our hearts to stay.

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If you are ever...

If you are ever feeling blue
Just need someone to talk to
Call me up, don't delay 
Say can I see you today

If you are ever feeling ill
I will help to chase the chill
Hold you in my arms so near
Until you get better, my dear

If you are ever in a bind
No money can you find
You know I'll help you out
On that you can count

If you are ever sent to jail
I'll be there to pay your bail
Hire a lawyer and stand by
Wipe your tears if you cry

I'll always be here for you
So no matter what you do
On your mother, you can depend
Because I am your bestest friend

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Hearth and Home

the simple pathway
out of sound
the heartbeat burden
so slow
a rhythm you can feel
undercurrents of a dream
the one where
is like a stream
flowing ever on and on
to you 
and hearth and home.

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In Grandma's World

 Grandma's cottage.....,

take me there,

I will go from anywhere,

it is waiting in the glen,

filled with everything that's been,

good for me my whole life long,

sing it to me in a song.

tell it to me in a tale,

of the rolling hill and dale,

where she comes by in her cart

filled with flowers,

here's the part,

where she takes me by the hand

off to her enchanted land,

underneath the maple tree,

circled by the bumble bee,

and the sureness of her smile,

says my dear,come stay a while.

there's so much to see and do

at Grandma's house.....

the world is new.

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Mothers Day

When very young, no more than a lad, 
mom spanked my hand when I was bad.
Tommy don't meddle, son don't do that,
then on my bottom was placed a love spat.

I could not climb to reach things high,
from where I stood they touched the sky.
I dared never venture to play with fire,
for this would surely bring mother's ire.

Boys don't fuss, boys please don't fight,
you've both been taught this isn't right.
Don't play on the couch, get off the bed,
when we persisted our fannies became red.

As older I grew along came the switch,
this tool of the devil could make me twitch.
Upon my legs red whelps were bared,
to a headstrong boy from a mom who cared.

A mother who at times slept on the floor,
who worried and waited to open the door.
A mother who always gave us what she had,
one who influenced my life when I was a lad.

On this mothers day although she's not here,
in these simple lines I still feel that she's near.
At eighty hard years her life's work was done,
now at ease with Jesus, her victory's been won. 

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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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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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Pretty Lady

This is an ode to my aunt Vernette
the greatest aunt that you could get
she knows how to dance,
she knows how to cook
and she gets the guys with just one look
   she was raised in the woods
by an old mama lion
ain't nobody gonna make her
walk the line
  If you ask for help,she can
Git "er Done
whatever you need you know she's
the one
she can bite the head off a rattlesnake
and make Chuck Norris start to shake
  Vernette don't  have to bait her hook
she can lure 'em in with just one look
the children call her the angel of the mail
'cause she sends them goodies without fail
  "Happy Mail" comes for all ages
even those who earn their wages
she don't go for drinking much
but she loves frogs and toads and such
  She's a Florida cracker who moved away
but in my heart she'll always stay
she's the "pretty Lady" who's always there
with poetry and love to share.

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Love Thy Woman

Woman is a precious pearl
For you to shine, don’t hurl

Woman should be loved
Never hit her with a club

Woman should be kissed
Not by your mighty fists

Woman is created, for us
So, love her till you pass

Woman will always be there
When ever you need her care

Woman is your loving mate
Even if you come home late

Woman is your everlasting soul
From you, God created her soul

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Today the gates were fortified, first time since I've been here. 
The razor wire and barricades help to justify my fear. 

Half the city went dark last night and now it's dark again. 
And I can feel the cold of war, it’s slowly creeping in. 

I've never seen a night so dark with stars afraid to shine. 
Or felt a fear that starts to shear the fabric of my mind. 

"No one enters", "Shoot to kill", my orders weren't candy coated. 
So I stand here in full battle gear, rifle locked and loaded. 

My nerves are shot, I try to swallow but the lump is getting bigger. 
One hand calms my beating heart and one hands on the trigger.
If this goes down I pray to God, "please Lord let me be spared". 
'cause prayings all I know to do, I've never been this scared. 

The sounds of war are closer now, closer than they've been before. 
And I'm prepared to fight the fight, should hell come to my door.
No one enters be him friend or foe, unless I give a yes. 
And "halt" is just a four letter word between life and death. 

My mind drifts for a moment but a moments all I need. 
To ask myself with all I've seen and felt, is this place changing me? 

When I leave here and I go home, who will people see? 
Will I be someone they don't know, or who I used to be? 

I'm not sure I know myself, this place can take it's toll. 
But I play the hand that I was dealt and I didn't come to fold. 

I'll go all in if that's what it takes, I came prepared to fight. 
So I'd stay clear and don't come 'round here, 
While I'm on watch tonight.

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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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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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Ten Little Monkeys

(children's poetry) 

Ten little monkeys went out to dine 
One ate too much and then there were Nine 

Nine little monkeys went out for a mate 
One got married and then there were Eight 

Eight little monkeys went to a 7 -Eleven 
One went to K-Mart and then there were Seven 

Seven little monkeys had some ticks 
One got sick and then there were Six 

Six little monkeys went for a drive 
One never made it and then there were Five 

Five little monkeys were very sore 
One went to the doctor and then there were Four 

Four little monkeys played with the bees 
One got stung and then there were Three 

Three little monkeys went to the zoo 
One toyed with a lion and then there were Two 

Two little monkey went for a run 
One fell dead and then there was One 

One little monkey weighted a ton 
It went in a crash-diet and now there are none!!! 

Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000


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Ten Little Frogs

(children's poem) 

Ten little frogs were not feeling fine 
One went to the hospital and then there were Nine 

Nine little frogs went out to play 
One got hit by a ball and then there were Eight 

Eight little frogs were named Stephen 
One died by a 'Silver Bullet' and then there were Seven 

Six little frogs went for a dive 
One stayed at the bottom and then there were Five 

Five little frogs were on the floor 
One got stepped on it and then there were Four 

Four little frogs sailed to the sea 
One disappeared and then there were Three 

Three little frogs were wearing shoes 
One walked away and then there were Two 

Two little frogs were having fun 
One died laughing and then there was One 

One little frog was basking in the sun 
He forgot the suntan lotion and now there are None!!! 


Dorian Petersen Potter 
aka ladydp2000

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Shells of Winter

She feels to be broken, cast out and unkempt
to be left unwoken cocoon-like and bent
The egg shell of winter in powdered dust air
like fingers, like tendrils of wilt in her hair
Honesty in the room, blue and stiff beaten
like egg whites of snow crystallizing horizons
Just bury her too early sundown confessions
for she's lost in the shells of her pastime possessions

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What About You ?

I saw an unsaved man and I knew his pain,
Wandering through a life that is tarnished and stained.

With a hollow feeling inside his soul,
That can’t be satisfied with silver or gold.

His days are long and his dreams torment,
Cause he hasn’t opened up his heart and received the love our Savior has sent.

Not giving trust to the one that can fill that void and make him complete,
He follows in the path that leads straight to destruction and defeat.

His eyes are on man and their sinful ways,
Not realizing how short lived is this game he plays.

He has little children and they look to him,
And he doesn’t even realize they’re more precious than gems,

It’s a fathers place to set examples and goals,
Make sure they receive everything they need to save their souls.

What excuse will he give God come Judgment Day,
When their souls are lost what will he say?

Wait, what is this happening, I see him kneeling down?
And tears are streaming down but where’s the frown?

Why he finally got the clue, he figured out what to do.
He gave his heart to Jesus, now what about you?


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through her eyes

Thirsty mind ,she drinks  the day
And the night and takes the clay
That she makes out of the Dawn
Yearns to swing  it in a song 
All around  her as she swirls 
Near the edges of the world
And we 'll never think the same,
           yes Tatyana is her name.

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Take Her Home

Time is slowly coming to an end
Unsure of what is around that next bend
Awaiting for the final curtain call
Body tired of juggling so many different balls
Knowing that everything has been fulfilled  and done
Rewarding was the journey - although not always fun
Everything she had hoped to have done for now
Accomplished miraculously somehow
Happy memories locked deep in her heart
Loved ones will always hold a special part
Each day her heart cries out what seems in vain
Wanting the chance to end this never ending pain
Reaching out to anyone she may love
Wanting her soul to be free like a beautiful dove
How she prays silently inside every night
This suffering and torment she endures is not right
Misty eyes she looks up the great blue sky
All she can mutter inside is "Why God Why"
Every day she faces a world unknown to her alone
Her husband of 50 years has passed on before her now
She longs to join him someway somehow
Tired of being alone and in pain for so many years
Lord there is only one way to dry her tears
Her life has been full and journey long
In your Kingdom she know belongs
Call her home and let her rest now
Although she will be missed - we will carry on somehow

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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.

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the secret child

I have a story I cannot share
I 'm dragging it with me everywhere
covered in sandspurs and broken glass
a plastic bag of gold and trash
  Slop is scraping in a line
a snails track, putrid,green with slime
My uncle wrapped it up for me 
starting out when I was three
 It's our secret  sweet, he said
keep it underneath your bed
and when he died the mystery
ended up with only me
  I cannot share it lest I die
he said I would,I don't know why.
I have a secret i Dare not share
 take it with me everywhere.

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