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I Am Not Afraid

      On the day the Lord calls me home I will not be 
afraid as I know He loves us one and all and to this
earth we are only on loan
      We have spent all our lives here with family and 
friends and so we leave this earth to go home to be 
with our Lord and our family and friends who have
gone home to Heaven before us
       And so our lives go full circle as the Lord sent us 
down from Heaven to accomplish the things He wants 
us to do here on earth and as we complete this we will 
be called back home to heaven to live forevermore
       I am not afraid as I patiently wait for my call to 
enter the Kingdom Of Heaven where I will wait for my 
family and friends to come home and be with our Lord
forevermore.


Poems Of Inspiration (OLD) Contest 
Sponsor: P.D.
7th Place Winner


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Johnny Had A Girl

Johnny was my best friend through our early teenage years;
Wherever one of us went the other could always be found near;
Until he found a girlfriend who soon supplanted me,
But because he was my best friend, for Johnny I was happy;
Johnny had a girl
He had a girl
Johnny had a girl
She rocked his world
Johnny had a girl.

Throughout four years of high school I was always the third wheel;
Going off often by myself, leaving Johnny with his girl;
They learned about biology outside the class room walls;
Johnny always had plans with her every time I would call;
Johnny had a girl
He had a girl
Johnny had a girl
Oh, what a thrill
Johnny had a girl.

One week before graduation, coming home from a date,
Johnny never saw the drunk driver until it was too late.
For three months in a coma, I sat by Johnny’s side;
I knew that when he woke up, someone had to tell him she’s not alive;
Johnny had a girl
He had a girl.

I took him to the gravesite so he could see it with his own eyes;
We stayed there for hours so Johnny could say his goodbyes.

Johnny got in his car that day and started heading west;
Nobody has seen Johnny since, I wish him the very best.
I’ve taken care of her graveside for thirty years and more;
If Johnny ever comes home again, we’ll be friends just like before;
Johnny had a girl
He had a girl
Johnny had a girl.


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I, a Red Skin dog, as some may delight to call me,

I, a Red Skin dog, as some may delight to call me,
I have heard the tales of horror, from my dark skinned foes.
I have heard the tales of terror, from others who became my friends.
And I have walked with a dark skinned woman of their tribe.
We walked in the beauty of her courage, together. Tearless. 
Tearless we both were as she spoke, for tears, only gods could cry for her.
I am a Red Skin dog.
And yet we walked together and we talked – together, fearless,
I and this swaying ebony sapling, sprung from the roots of my foes tribe.
We talked of the pitiless reality of that life she left behind, of that time
That she has left, far, far behind, like a useless scar
That has toughened over. And made her stronger. 
I learned from this daughter of my foes
That true courage is never fearless, but always stronger. Victorious,
Stronger she was by far, to this Red Skin dog
Than the thousand sons who died, in her honor. So they say. Ridiculous,
But I have heard the balance of their sins.
And for all the tales I have heard from those angry young men, and their vengeful fathers
Her horror was a thousand times more sinister. A thousand times more callous.
Horror took up residence in her home but never in her heart.
But for others, I cannot speak.
“…splinters and bursting fragments…in my mind
Ai! Tearing! Memory of tearing flesh, swallowing tears and mucus, blood and bile
…bruising and ripping garments…off my body
…filthy, familiar hands tearing at my dress…
…my legs split and broken like a wild pig slaughter, my screams smashed from my lips,
With the butt of a rifle, just used to kill a Red Skin dog…
Aieee! Clean this floor mama, mop up this spew!
It cannot be mine!
This child is not mine!
It is not mine! It is the devils own creation born in hell fire!
Born in my death! 	
Aieee! I am dead, I cannot be alive. 
I am dead and the Red Skin dogs have eaten my corpse.
Those spirits in their wingless chariot flew over the land and sea, to rescue me?
Rescue me from that black devil who said he was like Jesus to me.
I thought you were my uncle-brother…
Who else could have found us here?
Hidden away from the Red Skins and their Wingless Angels.
Only you my uncle-brother
Only you could have found us
Only you could have killed us.
And now the progeny of your evil deed suckles at my breasts
As I lie dead in the home of those Red Skin dogs you fought.”


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That Bullet Was For You

While walking through a hospital one day, a veteran I did see
He was in a wheelchair with both legs missing, and he did it for you and me.

I turned around a corner and down another hall
Only for my eyes to behold a family who has lost it all

A five year old cried out,"Why did daddy have to die?"
The mother held her son closer while she greived and began to cry

The mother of that young Marine, who had fought over in Iraqu
Wandered why her son so brave, didn't survive the enemie's attack

The father of that soldier, hung his head to cry
He was a retired soldier himself, why couldn't he have been the one to die?

His heart broken sister, sits in shock and tries to deny
The death of her older brother, he was killed and don't know why

A few days later, a family, everybody all dressed in black
Went to the funeral of a twenty-five year old who too our bullet in Iraq

The Bible says "thou shalt not kill." and "Love your neighbor" too
Maybe our soldiers aren't doing what's right, but they still take your bullet for you

They sleep in foxholes, and eat in trenches, and do all that they know to do
They rest in the sand with no comforts of home and they take your bullet for you

The restless nights turn into days, you wouldn't believe all they go through
THe rest of us sit at home and gripe, and still they take your bullet for you

The next time you hear a 21 gun salute, don't condemn as others do
The next time the taps are being played, remember, they took that bullet for you.


Thanks, Veterans for your sacrifice.


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In Gratitude I Bow


_______________________________ In silence and in prayer................. _______________________________ For those who gave everything and never failed to protect for those who left loved ones and tried hard not to look back for those who made it home and for those who's spirits flew on... For you my hat is off in Gratitude I thank God for people like you.. I remember with thanksgiving in painful facets from within each man and women who fought for this country until the bitter end.. Come home my proud soldiers come home once again come home my mighty soldiers come home to mend... In Gratitude I bow... _______________________________ A Debbie Guzzi Contest


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The Other Mom

I was laying on the beach
On a hot August morn
A sudden pain in my gut
I knew that something was wrong
It's Eddie.  I felt it so strong
I Picked up my cell and I called
The emotional pain of it all
My body curled up in a ball
I sat up again to be sure, 
the solar plexus was sore
Why to I question these signs
I know that there isn't a cure
For the feelings I want to ignore
He never answered the phone
I packed up my stuff and went home
I worried all day and all night
The sunrise brought more than just light
The loud banging began at the door
I peeked through the blinds to be sure
There were cops all over the street
Guns drawn made the picture complete
I opened the door full of fear
Oh my God!  Why are they here?
My heart dropped, I wanted to hide
When he said "Sgt. White, homicide."
Is your son home he wanted to know
With his foot in the door I said no
Do you mind if we just have a look
And I backed up after biting the hook
They swarmed through the house 
Guns up in the air
Upstairs to his room
They looked everywhere
My solar plexus was right
I'm glad I came home last night
But where did he go?  I needed to know
His innocence still in my sight
The officer said have a seat
Let's talk about where he could be
A boy was found dead in the street
A witness put Ed at the scene
Don't worry he said as I pulled my robe tight
Your son was a victim of robbery last night
I know he's afraid to come out in the light
I didn't believe him.  But I knew he was right.
My son was afraid and now I knew why
He took someone's life who's mother will cry
He was just seventeen a year younger than Ed
Why do these kids seem to be so misled?

What happened that night is a mom's biggest fear
A child was lost in the drug war I hear
The exchange in the alley of weed for the cash
Was a set up to rob him of all  that he had
When the kid put a gun against my son's head
Said 'empty your pockets' or soon you'll be dead
He had no idea that the pocket was packed
With a 38 special protecting the cash
The rest of story is packed in a box
The panic, the fear, the action, the shock
He emptied the gun and ran for his life
While Nicholas bled on the pavement that night
My heart cries to God asking why must I be
The mom of the kid who killed her baby
I cry for her loss as if it were mine
I beg her forgiveness, and I offer her mine.
You don't want to be either one of these moms
Our children at risk, a sign of the times
God please shine Your light on this good Earth today
We're all human beings who've just lost our way.


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The Vietnam War

The pro-Hanoi Vietcong many years ago
In the 1950's Diem's government they'd overthrow
All opposition was crushed killed or jailed
These elected ones to their people they failed

This Buddhist country so religious in belief
Now politically torn apart, impending future grief
In the early 1960's with the CIA in place
Discussing with Vietnam's generals, Diem, assassinated in disgrace

With the Vietcong army, growing from strength to strength
Another communist foothold, going to any lengths
In 1965, with 3500 U.S. Marines in place
By December of that year, 200,000 in many a base

These U.S. Marines, in their defensive mode
Over the coming months, peace would soon erode
With the Tet Offensive upon us, and the "Battle of Hue"
The Americans were now involved, this bloody war now brews

One decision to end this conflict, came in 1969
Nixon sent 18 B-52s, bordering Soviet airspace line
He wanted to show he was capable, to end this bloody war
But as the months and years progressed, the body count would soar

The anti-war movement was gathering strength, also in 1969
But the "Green Beret Affair" started to undermine
A U.S. Army platoon raped and pillaged, the village of My Lai
Where civilians were massacred, and many left to die

In 1970-71, Cambodia incurred wars wrath
Where they and the country Laos, were in the U.S. bombing path
Also in 71, there was the cutting of the Ho Chi Minh trail
But arms and supplies got through, this mission to no avail

Later in the same year, the Anzac's withdrew their soldiers
The U.S. also reduced, many of theirs from Vietnam's borders
In 1973, Nixon declared the suspension of offensive action
The Paris Peace Accords took place, peace with this warring faction

Between the years 73 - 74 under Trà, the Vietcong grew in strength
There was no mass offensive, to lure the Americans to their trench
Gradually they marched to their target, to see their enemies eyes
To their city of Saigon, now over a million humans have died

The average age of the American to die in this bloody war
Was just nineteen years old, never knowing what they were fighting for
So many came home from this horror, leaving themselves behind
Because so many came home different, home with a different mind

Even to this day, many Americans look back and ask
Why their elected Congress, feed them to these tasks
The sad thing about Vietnam, it continues to this present day
Where governments make decisions, asking guns to hear their say




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Average Age 19

Once again, the powers that must
In rise again in what we trust
An overseas conflict, another war
Just what in the hell are we fighting for

Families are asking, Korea has just passed
Generations again reft, how long will it last
A country in need, to rebuild again
Flags at half mast, in wind and rain strain

Once again into war, sent by the Washington Post
To send back reports to hit home the most
Military observers were the first to be sent in
Another chapter of man entering existing sin

I'm witnessing our ariel power, Lam Son 719
US planners determine their incursion, saying all will be fine
Along the Mekong River, we'll carpet bomb their supply trail
Tons of munitions and napalm, this spread surely cannot fail

Many sorties are being flown, for the wounded and the dead
Whilst Nixon and his cronies, aren't thinking with their heads
The news of losses has reached me, nineteen have been killed
Eleven missing, fifty nine wounded, more American blood spilled

Seven fixed wing aircraft, more sons in action loss
Whilst back at home more protests, fading the dyeing's gloss
To to this job that I do, I was never prepared for this
To witness such bloody scenes, and ignore that life is bliss

How can I write about a soldier, whose name I'll never know
Killed at nineteen years old, his family he'll never see grow
Or even explain to his parents, when carried from the AH-1
His body bullet riddled and limp, when lifted it bloodily run

I never went back to the theatre, called the Vietnam War
Having witnessed the wanton killing, what were we fighting for
This colonial conflict that started, us on the side of France
So many came back as strangers, many to live in trance





James Fraser's entry into the contest " WORLD OF WAR: VIETNAM "



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Remembering The Children of Beslan

It was the first day of the new school year
The children of Beslan had no need to fear
In anticipation they eagerly left home for school
Some walked hand in hand with Mom and Dad
Others skipped along the well known path
Excitement filled the sidewalks and the streets
As fleeting thoughts collided in mid air

Some thought of new friends to be made
Others of old friends with whom to play
A little sister left at home 
Of baby brother asleep in his crib
Much too young to run and play
Some favorite lullabies which Grandmama sang 
As Grandpapa played his violin

The first day of the new school year
Mothers beamed with such pride
How their little ones had grown
Never would they ever want to let go
Others gave in to their children’s cries
‘Mamma, I do not want to go to school.
May I stay with you today?’

On wings of hate evil had already arrived 
With diabolical plans and bombs in hand
To maim and murder the children of Beslan
Who became captives in their little school house
After the dastardly deed was done
Dreams and aspirations lay splattered 'cross the floor 
Childhood innocence forever vanished! 

On the day of internment the sun in his temple hid
Earth wept pouring rain, her bitter tears
As Mothers’ voices cracked and strained 
Cried out loud, their children’s names
While others pleaded in vain for death
Fathers in a state of shock stood stoically in the cold autumn rain
Wearing faces carved in stone

The blood of children cried out to Heaven
Where at the throne of mercy 
Sits a God who is just 
Though their bodies lay broken in tiny white coffins
On angels' wings their souls did ascend  
He will judge all men and their deeds 
All, on one appointed day

A tribute to the children of Beslan, No. Ostetia, Russia 9/1-3/ 2004


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The Dream

It came in a dream

my face all blue

she saw my death

somehow she new

stay home this night 

she begged of me

but a young girl wants to be free

the knife plunged in deep

I recalled her words and began to weep

stay home this night she begged of me

but a young girl wants to be free

the rope around me

I did not struggle

for I knew my fate

should have listened to my mother

but now it's much too late

I close my eyes and wait to die

and finally fall asleep

I wake to hear the end of her prayer

"I pray the Lord your soul to keep"

I open my eyes

I am not dead

Mom  has a wash cloth on my head

You have a fever

It's pretty high

try to sleep she says with a sigh


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Welcome Home

W eeping fills the hangar as his casket is brought out,
E mbraced by Old Glory's colors, a fitting soldier's shroud.
L oved one's hearts are shattered, future hopes, dreams are crushed;
C omrades in arms salute him, adding a bittersweet touch.
O verwhelming grief consumes those left behind,
M eaningless words, platitudes spoken to be kind.
E arnest tales of bravery told of him who died.

H eavy with emotion, a nation shares regrets,
O ffering condolences to those who won't forget.
M any a brave soldier has been welcomed home this way.
E nding future ventures, they've come home to stay.


Entered in Susan Burch's Little Viewed Jewels contest.


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Awakenings

In a beautiful green valley 
Where wild flowers grow 
Comes the first blanketing of winter's snow 
The clouds up above float luxuriously by 
As I lay and stare at the wonderous sky 
I can hear the wind whisper thru the trees 
And smell the crisp air in the gentle breeze
I can not touch or feel
The feeling is slightly surreal 
I cast my eyes down 
To see what lays ahead
It is then that I realize that I am dead

My body is draped in a long black dress
My skin is absolutely colourless
It's a frightening feeling I must confess 
I can hear the priest saying a few kind words 
And in the background the beautiful harmony of birds 
Sniffles and sobs reach my ears 
I guess I didn't make it to my golden years
My eyes survey the group gathered round 
A tear in the eye of each could be found 
It is then that I see my only boy 
And my love for him shines with so much joy 
Suddenly a sadness fills me where once I was glad 
As I realize I will never again kiss that sweet lad 

He's saying goodbye 
And I must too 
I just don't know if I have the strength to do 
A soft voice calls to me from above 
"Come home my child", it says with love 
"Come home and be free, Come and live with me"
I yearn to drift into that heavenly grace 
But I can't bear the look on my child's lonely face
I drift just a little above 
And turn to look back with sadness and love

Be good my son, be happy and carefree
Don't cry or remain sad, think of me and be glad
I will be waiting for you at heaven's gate 
There I will sit and patiently wait
And when your work here is done 
I will welcome you home
Then you and I will never be alone
I know that he can't hear the words in my head
For I know I am really and truly dead
A gentle hand touches my arm 
I know that it is time to go
And so I walk toward the heavenly glow 
Leaving no footprints in the brand new snow


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Death Of The Saints

A cousin called the other day saying "Another cousin has passed away".

Well my husband said "How old was she.""

"Ninety-eight".

A stalwart woman who had served family and community well. Producing one child that 
became a missionary serving in a foreign land..

While talking the cousin asked "Did you know ______"?

My husband answered, "Well, I don't think that I knew them".

The cousin proceeded to tale this story.

"The man had been down with cancer for a while and passed recently..The funeral had been 
conducted and the hearse had gone on to the cemetary..The family car with the family was 
not to far behind..But when it pulled up, the wife of the deceased did not get out and the 
funeral home staff was gathering around..The funeral home director decided to go see what 
was going on ...."

The cousin said, " That this funeral home director told him". "That he had been in this 
business for thirty-five years and faced something that he had never had happen to him or 
any other funeral home director that he knew."

The funeral home director said, "When I got to the family car, I found the wife of the 
deceased had passed from a massive corornary."

She had said, "I don't know how I will live without him." She didn't have to learn. God called 
her home..

The roosters crow, the crows craw and are answered by the gobble of the turkey across the 
way..


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Nobody Knew

Nobody knows the pain she hides,
No one cares to look inside.
This little girl that’s only nine,
Has to fight to stay alive.

Her mom’s an alcoholic,
And her daddy does drugs.
She gets beaten and bruised,
Instead of kisses and hugs.

Nobody hears the little girl’s cries,
Nobody notices her wet swelled eyes.
When her mommy is drunk and her daddy is high,
So she doesn’t get beaten, she has to hide.

She’s sick of the pain,
That she suffers from every night.
She’s sick of getting punished,
For her mom and dad’s fights.

So, she went downstairs and grabbed a rope,
And hung it way up high.
She stood on a chair and put her head through the noose,
And jumped and hung there to die.

Her mom came home drunk that night,
Her daddy came home high.
To find her hanging by the rope,
To find out she had committed suicide.

Nobody knew the pain she hid,
Nobody cared to look inside.
The little girl that had wet swelled eyes,
Committed suicide and no longer has to fight to stay alive.


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More Than

He stood along his grave and tears began to flow
Why Dear God did You not take me, he was so young, You know
He had a future full of dreams, and now his life is done
He was more than just a casualty, he was my only son
A woman knelt down to pray and stared sadly at the floor
My husband won't be coming home from this never ending war
Oh God please help me carry on, now that he has died
He was more than a statistic, he was my life she cried
A child asks his mother, where did my daddy go
When will he be home again because I miss him so
The mother holding back her tears, says in time you'll understand
He was more than just another soldier killed in a foreign land
Thousands have died in this unjust war
As our politicians leave their mark
They are more than just a list of names 
On a monument in the park.


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Fields of the Black Rose

Flowing fields of black 
Roses the hue of night 
Dark meadow take me home 
Relieve me of my fright 
And take me back. 
Blackened fields of ashy rose 
Take me to my home 
Where I'll never see the sun again 
Where I'll never hate 
And never bend 
Where we only see in shades of gray 
Where summer sun has shone its last 
And November wind is here to stay. 
Where I can go forget my past 
And never have to pay 
For the things I've done. 
Blackened fields of ashy rose 
Take me to your home 
Where we all see in shades of gray 
And I can rest in the coldly blowing wind. 
Forget my face forget my name 
Forget my form forget my sin 
Let me stay and waste away 
Please won't you take me in?


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Ding Dong The Wicked Witch is Dead

Globally, miners jubilantly jump for joy
Smiles on the faces of every girl and boy
The grins of a newly opened Xmas toy
Thatcher’s dead.

Trade unionists bounce along the street
Music blaring and the tapping of feet
From nurses to Bobbies still on the beat
Thatcher’s dead.

Street parties announced in the nation
Satan who brought economic inflation
Is deceased, now’s the time for elation
Thatcher’s dead.

Its times like this I’m sad I’m an atheist
And can only shout and wave my fist
And then go to the pub and get pissed
Thatcher’s dead.


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I'm Going Home

,

Lord thank you for this life,
As I have lived a full life,
It was not always as I would have like,
But I lived it to the best of what I could,
I’m going home; Home to the place I want to be,
I’m going home to Jesus where He waits for me,
I have been a long weary believer, 
As I’ve been away to long,
I now know what I’ve been searching for, 
As He's been there in me all along,
I’m going home; Home is the place I want to be,
I’m going home to Jesus where He waits for me,
I have been and seen lots of places in life’s journey,
Now I yearn for familiar faces in familiar places,
I hear familiar voices calling me to come home, 
I see familiar faces looking at me,
I’m going home; Home is the place I want to be,
I’m going home to Jesus where He waits for me,
My time is near, the hour I know not,
I see Jesus' face across the Heaven’s,
I hear His soft sweet voice calling me home,
 I can’t wait for my real life to begin,
I’m going home; Home is the place I want to be,
I’m going home to Jesus where He waits for me.

By; Rev. Samuel and Esta Mack, OMS
Copyright 2011

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Trip on, Trip up

Walk before you speak.
Lend your voice that seek.
Foot forward and back.
So will that be a fact.
Gone by and be well.
Trip up and put into a cell.
Got no one to talk to.
I want a phone call to sue.
When I wake from my slumber.
I wish not to be hit by lumber.
Going to become a dreamer.
I hope that I do not become a screamer.
I got new shoes.
With colorful strings that are loose.
I am slow on tying them.
I feel they are harder than stem.
String are not new.
They smell pew.
I walk once again to journey.
That means I need some money.
Trip up again with meaningless acts.
Walking with out trust that lacks.
Shamefulness I speak.
I go behind a tree to leak.
I have no home set in stone.
Wheeling and dealing always alone.
Since I was a child that was left on the street.
I became a street beat.
Strolling with confidence to day.
Making my way.
Some law men stop me.
I was so out of it that they can see.
They thought I was on drugs.
I was really itching bugs.
Stumbling because I have not eaten.
So they grab me and I got beaten.
They finally found me innocent.
So I told them to get bent.
I was a good citizen with high hopes.
The society today thinks I am on dopes.
Can I be help with no pain.
Will they put me some were I will gain.
So I was put into a helpful place.
I was then able to eat and say grace.
Some crazy person came in and started shooting. 
So people ran and started looting.
Cannot get away from bad luck.
Sure enough I feel so stuck.
Knowing that I was fleeing.
I became worth not seeing.
I lay there my time just feeling has pass.
Losing my mind and running out of gas.
Finally I hear a person the sound sounds so weak.
A life time that I wanted to seek.
Found myself in a bed.
Down to nothing I was shed.
A person with white clothes that said your in luck.
You survived and now you owe some buck.
So sad not really glad.
Bad thing was the kid that was shooting was my lad.
Time really passes I just want to walk.
To see my kid to talk.
Why did he do what he did.
Dad he said I was starving and I am a kid.
So I have turn to a life time of crime.
Dad do not give me your time.
Because when we talked long ago.
You just left home with all the doe.
Hope you have a good life.
Because mom had been a good wife.
Now it is your turn.
So you can walk into the fire and burn.
With out a doubt you will walk away.
Trip on and Trip up and you will never pay.
Now dad keep your love.
Because I seek my mother above.
You will be chain.
Down you go insane.


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The Speed of Life

In the childhood home her mother spins her child
Round and round we go happiness seems to overflow
And the childhood  goes by; faster, faster

A growing child with so much energy running and having fun
Careless and free he runs across the yard
He is growing up; faster, faster

Only in middle school and already a rebel
Sticking up for a friend and getting in a fight
He has courage but still he runs; faster, faster

High school has come at last
The odd man out he cries for attention
Into depression he spirals; faster, faster

At the high school prom he meets a girl
The hearts beet together and the music beats in their ears
They are falling madly in love; faster, faster

Barely a year and a kid on the way
To work and back the same routine, every hour, every day
A wedding is coming closer; faster, faster

So far a happy life, and a good career
They buy a home and outside he spins his child
Another childhood is going by; faster, faster

His life was long another one has started from it
But now the ambulance move; faster, faster
And his heartbeat fails; slower, slower


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Take Me Home

Take me home, oh take me home to stay
To a weary heart some comfort bring
Let me rest , I long for yesterday...

Years have past , the sky is turning gray
For me soon the bells of death will ring
Take me home, oh take me home to stay...

In my youth's folly I went away
Now to the past my thoughts do cling
Let me rest, I long for yesterday...

I thought to conquer the world one day
But instead I felt the serpent's sting
Take me home, oh take me home to stay...

Just let me smell life's old bouquet
And remember old songs  to sing
Let me rest, I long for yesterday...

I see the light of home so far away
And the thrush upon its silent wing
Take me home, oh take me home to stay
Let me rest, I long for yesterday.


Details | Ode | |

Ode to Humphrey

The"tail" I have to tell, starts off really sad.
My sweet doggie Murphy died and my heart, it hurt so bad.
Until one day in early spring, I got a call that made my heart sing!
There were some puppies born in Waco, the daddy -Jasper, and mommy- Juneau.
Four little boys, three little girls. But the picture of one boy, made my heart twirl!
So I waited for a week or two, to meet my little puppy-oh so new!
I named him Humphrey, such a handsome boy! He has brought  laughter back and oh what a joy! He's super cute, and very smart. Many would say, he's a work of art!
He's learning new tricks, and how to potty outside. So many rules to learn and abide!
Humphrey is growing so quickly, the puppy breath will soon disappear. He will be an adult in less than a year! Every stage of his life is a blessing from above. I guess that's the true meaning of what we call "puppy love".



Details | Free verse | |

Now Finished Poem

Wondering if it’s an omen, finding the box in the attic today?
A treasure trove of memories into our lives
This piece of paper upon which I started to write a poem
I remember at the time I could write no more as I grieved

Missing you as each day goes by and wishing you were here
I know you are in the ever loving arms of our Lord
The Lord sent you down as an angel on loan to us
You were called home dear and we were not ready

I know we will one day be together again
Waiting for the day we will be called home also
Now the poem I started to write to you is finished
Our time together will come again my daughter and 
never end

Written by: Carol Brown
 For The "Treasure Trove" contest of Linda-Marie
1st Place Winner


Details | Free verse | |

Last Kiss

Open your eyes to the ever turning skies 
I want to here with me through the night 
My heart yearns into your soul 
Burning as if newly lit coal 
I bravely submerg the embers 
That the time I have can be spent with you 
And I remember each kiss every moment 
I was caught in your love that for just this day I remember 
So what happened was a chance for your love 
A time that I kept in a locket tied with a kiss 
 I wanted you to feel, to love, to slumber 
And to awake in my arms with that times kept bliss 
I lay silient in an umber


Details | I do not know? | |

The Women



The Women



(for the countless women, names unknown, who bore the brunt of Apartheid, and who fought the racist system at great cost to themselves and their families, and for my mother, Zubeida Moolla)



Pregnant, your husband on the run,
your daughter, a child, a few years old,

they hauled you in, these brutish men,
into the bowels of Apartheid's racist hell.



They wanted information, you gave them nothing,
these savage men, who skin happened to be lighter,

and white was right in South Africa back then,

but, you did not cower, you stood resolute,

you, my mother, faced them down, their power,
their 'racial superiority', their taunts, their threats.



You, my mother, would not, could not break,

You stood firm, you stood tall.

You, like the countless mothers did not break, did not fall.



You told me many things, of the pains, the struggles,

the scraping for scraps, the desolation of separation
from your beloved Tasneem and your beloved Azad,

my elder sister and brother, whom I could not grow
up with, your beloved children separated by time, by place,

by monstrous Apartheid, by brutish men,
whose skin just happened to be lighter.



You told me many things, as I grew older,
of the years in exile, of the winters that grew ever colder.

You were a fighter, for a just cause,
like countless other South African women,

you sacrificed much, you suffered the pangs,
of memories that cut into your bone, your marrow,

you resisted a system, an ideology, brutal and callous and narrow.



Yes, you lived to see freedom arrive, yet you suffered still,
a family torn apart, and struggling to rebuild a life,

all the while, nursing a void, that nothing could ever fill.



I salute you, mother, as I salute the nameless mothers,

the countless sisters, daughters, women of this land,
who fought, sacrificing it all for taking a moral stand.



I salute you, my mother, and though you have passed,
your body interred in your beloved South African soil,

you shall remain, within me, an ever-present reminder,

of the cost of freedom, the struggles, the hunger, the toil.


I salute you!



(for the brave women of South Africa, of all colours,
who fought against racial discrimination and Apartheid)






Details | Ballad | |

My kiss from Heaven

My Kiss from Heaven

I used to have a Ouija board
I’d play with it for hours
I never really believed in it
I thought it had no power
It was just a novelty
To me, a piece of fun
Then once when I was playing it
Just before the day was done

All of the room went kind of still
And a silence touched my soul
It felt like angels were all around me
And my world felt kind of whole
My hand went whirring round that board
Like me, I could not stop it
I felt that I had no control
It disturbed me just a bit.

A message, well it seemed to come
It seemed to say to me
“Phone your father in the old country
And do it speedily”
So I did this, I phoned Mum up
She told me dad was sick
And If I wanted to see him alive
I’d have to get back quick.

Well I got back to see my dad
Then he died not too long after
I let him know how much I loved him
And we shared some tears and laughter
I ask, was this a kiss from Heaven?
It seems like this could be
All I know is I’m glad it happened
It changed my life for me.

11 September 2013 @ 1453hrs.
Peter Duggan.








Details | Dramatic monologue | |

The Dreaded News

The call comes at three in the morning; no words are needed. 
The news is expected almost desired.... 
The voice says she passed in her sleep peacefully tonight. 
The funeral home has been called and are on their way here. 
"Yes, I will let Wayne know...." Wayne? Says I. 
No response, silence. Wayne's breathing is even and regular deep sleep has over come his mind tonight. Peaceful sleep has his thoughts. 

Wayne? Spoken a little louder and a face caress. Wayne rolls over and goes back to sleep. Why do I have to break his sleep with the news??! 

Wayne!! He mumbles and goes back to slumber, so peaceful. 

Shoulder shakes, shoulder shaking several times. 
A deep breath lets me know he has come out of the deep sleep.... 
Wayne are you awake?? Yes. 
They called and said your mom passed. 
When? Just a few minutes ago. 
Your dad doesn't know yet. 
Allen is going up to the nursing home. 
Silence, and hugs... 
What should I do? Wayne says sleepily. 
Wayne says, I will go to the nursing home and see her before they come to take her away. 
I have to stay here with our sleeping son. Wife says sadly. 
I love you!! says both.


Details | Rhyme | |

Daddys Coming Home

My Daddy’s coming home, he promised Mom and me
He told us not to worry; he was safe as he could be
He’ll wear his vest and helmet and stay out of the crowd
My Daddy’s in the Army and he serves his country proud
It’s just another tour he said like the ones before
My Daddy’s coming home some day but today he is at war

We didn’t hear from Daddy, though he said he’d call each day
My Mommy said don’t worry but let’s kneel down and pray
We thank God for our Daddy and to keep him safe and warm
Like he did the last time and back in Desert Storm
We tell God that we love him and that all we’re praying for
Is Daddy coming someday but today he is at war

We haven’t heard from Daddy; it seems for quite a while
We still kneel down and pray for him but Mommy’s lost her smile
Friends keep coming over and they pray with her too
My Mommy looks so tired and sad; I don’t know what to do
Today my Mom was crying when she hung up the phone
She said that was the Army and their sending Daddy home

I said let’s pray for Daddy and knelt down by her side
She didn’t help me with the words; she just knelt down and cried
I knew something had happened but I was scared to ask
I asked God to take over; he handles all those tasks
Then I got this funny feeling, my Daddy’s not alone
He’s with some fallen soldiers and God’s bringing them back home

My Daddy’s going home today like he promised Mom and me
Home to be with Jesus for all eternity


With Memorial Day coming up, I thought I would share this with all of you.  IF you 
like this check out my poems - A Little Hill IN Arlington and MIA Hill


Details | Ode | |

The last drop of love

As I picked up the glass
I felt its weight
I felt its coolness
Its perfect smoothness
So where does gravity find a grip? 

As I sipped the wine
I tasted aromas deep
I tasted the sun on rounded grapes
Grown in distant, romantic landscapes
So how did the taste get to travel?

As I saw the light reflected red
I saw the rings of colour
I saw the glow, I saw the faded pallor
In the edges of the light
So why did the light leave no mark? 

And as I turned to weightlessness
And became a deathly stench
I turned into eternal light
My hand being firmly clenched
So why are You taking me home? 


Details | Free verse | |

The River home

It was a home on the river we lived .
It was the ghost of a young man whom had taken his own life.

I still remember the vision of him walking by me with a blank stare 
We,  as a Family of  seven , moved into this river house 
Panoramic views right out to the river , I should mention

I was home alone as a child , looking out at "The Julia Belle Swan " as she went by .
Upstairs in that room as I saw a figure walking by , with very nice features , auburn hair 
I thought he was my older brother , a handsome young guy 

Then I realized the young man was not my brother , a  apparition he appeared .
He was not there to scare or frighten , 
the message I believe he wanted to shed light on, so clear.

He walked right by ,then disappeared through the window, out to the River .

The Ghost knew I could see him , a gift I have been given
when I was a younger child of five , I had once died for a short time. I was lifted by Jesus in Heaven . Death is not for us to decide .

Later in the years we moved from that home , every home we lived in had a story 
or a presence of its own . My Mother had told me later , a young man took his life there .

 Keep fighting your way through life and its despair , 
you are important to someone whom cares .  If you feel alone and want life to end , Please pick up the phone , call anyone ,  call for help , call a Friend .

"This is not fiction , it truly is a gift I have been given "


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Distillery I rented from John Stienbachs ghost

                    It was a moment in time 
                  a fate of inspiration gifted 
            I believe I was lifted a destiny in writing 
                I would vibrantly pursue .
             Renting a cottage once in Monterey Bay
           this cottage special in some way
          
            The very minute moving.. I felt a presence 
                      giving me no serenity , no rest 
                            feeling I were a quest ~

                 After desiring this home so                            
                      telling the Realtor ~ I made a mistake     
                     She told me be calm ~
                        many have said this before you 
                               ~ this haunt was not a new 

                  For once lived a Writer ~well respected Gent
               His cottage a distillery during the time of prohibition.

                  Many Gents and Ladies came to this cottage 
                      unlawfully gamble & drink through the night
                    Who would think , Doc Ricketts in Cane & Hat
                               it was a party by moon light  ~
                      
                              In the back a distillery hidden in a old shed
                                    many Alcoholics were fed ~
 
                         The ghost popular quite the Ladies man ~
                                I was honored while feeling displaced  

                                 For those who have not read my poems 
                                    ~   and this may be new. 
                                          This really happened ~
                      The ghost of John Steinbach rented me his home True
                                   
 

                  Yvette & The ghost of John Steinbach's  , Teamwork  9/14/2013 
    


Details | Narrative | |

Kindred

~The Healer, I lay…Meditating, The Shaman’s path is inward and up, up, from the bed up, up, my astral body rises. Silence, surrounds … Looking down I see myself in a pit of covers my astral self slips from the window viewing home and hearth from outside and high above… No earth born sounds, awaken me from my flight. NO earthly forest, lush or deep entraps the Shaman she. NO bird calls fills the Predawn light… NO dewdrops distract~ Astral I recedes in time… a Dreaming Back, back, back without knowledge of time, or space like a fallen leaf~ twirling and swirling, letting the current take me, where it will through lifetimes to the womb and beyond . . . ~The Healer, I.. ghosts in space… my home but a speck lit with Chi. Silence, surrounds… Fair astral form of gossamer light, I…thread space on umbilical silk, the healer...reaches, reaches for the light, the He and She……God and Goddess. The Healer, I... reaches the World Tree, Yggdrasil, white crystal roots tendril into the primordial sea of space time, branching upward cradling Heaven. There below the tree in the soft grass an ancient one, a familiar soul, waits. ~Oh I am held by She, ancient Grandmother, and garner the wisdom of ages.~ But, the bodies time is now, and calls and as the clay rests, it calls down, down, down… I go ~Past the jumble-tumble between lifetimes, within the cycling universe of all, The Healer, I, reforms, snaps to the umbilicus of prone body, within the tumbled nest of sheets, in the now plane of existence. ~Arms reach out brushing cheeks, eyes gleam, and sparkle with the joy of sharing, kindred spirits having touched the ancient wisdon of the Light! Silence surrounds.
*revised


Details | Rhyme | |

Gone Fishing Part One

They launched at dawn, Jim and his mate,
both men unaware of their mutual fate.
The boat was small, the sea was calm,
and neither of them foresaw any harm.

This was something both had done,
at the rising of the sun
on many, many previous days,
they'd sailed out into the haze.

This time it seemed just the same,
the weather was mild, the wind was tame,
though neither of these good friends could know,
just how this trip was destined to go.

Before they left home they checked the weather,
the forecast was fine, and they laughed together,
because today was perfect for their trip,
so they headed down to the launching slip.

At last they were headed out to sea,
for this much anticipated fishing spree,
all bait and tackle at the ready,
their progress out at first was steady.

About six miles out from their home port,
lies a mark from which they had caught,
a lot of fish, over lots of years,
but back on shore there would soon be tears.

At three miles out, suddenly,
a thick mist rolled across the sea,
and rapidly they were so fogbound,
that they feared they would never be found.

Their boat was fine in sight of land,
but lost in fog, they'd never planned,
for such an eventuality,
blind with no compass, miles out at sea.


Details | Couplet | |

Soldier Boy

Soldier boy, oh soldier boy
Why don't you hide up those tears?
Hold in your mind those nail- biting fears
March till you drop, sing the marching song
Even though, for home you heart it does long
Don't cry no don't cry
Always care to try
Hold up your head
For death cannot tread
Oh soldier boy, oh soldier boy
Why don't you hide up those tears
For this night your safe, soften those fears
Lay down so quiet and hum your wholesome song
Hum how much for home your heart does long
Don't cry no don't cry
Always care to try
Hold up your head
For death cannot tread
Now soldier boy, now soldier boy
Could this be the morn when death does appear?
And I know it will be hard to hide up that fear
Don't let him in, it's just the funeral song
Pretty soon now for home, your heart will not long
You will not cry, oh do not cry
For you always cared to try
Soldier boy hold up that head
For now you layed on eternities bed


Details | Rhyme | |

I Just Drove By

Driving home from work it had 
                              snowed all night again.
My car looked like a wedding cake
                              thickly frosted, and white.
I was tired and bleary and the roads were
                              slick and wet.
I drove home like an old lady in my
                              frosted blue Corvette.
And then I saw a sight that
                              made my poor heart lurch,
on an icy median across from
                               a church.
A black and white cat posed
                              like a  loaf of bread,
he looked like he was sleeping but
                              I knew that he was dead.
I wish I could have saved him, given him
                              love and warmth and care,
But instead I just drove by him, I just
                              left him sitting there.


©2010 DanielleWhite


Details | Free verse | |

Three days Saved

It's been nine years, I have counted the tears-
  they have made trails of guilt
  worried into my heart 
  then filled with loneliness and bitter despair
but by your grace I have been shown...

For the first time, in these nine years, I have not wept
  nor held a vigil to honor our grief
though the loss still burns, this time it is transformed

Peace from your love still reaches through death
  and through your eternal love I am reborn
  
 It is Good Friday. 
When God took your spirit home
  and left me dying to know,
  how to love him for his sacrifice
  when he asked me to give up you?
How do I heal this death and rise with you in his arms?

Through your love I was born, and in your arms I grew
 and it has been your love the kept me whole
 that taught me how to be reborn
    for even though your body has gone
    your words lost in the wind and breath no more
The essence of grace and strength you lived
- it grows still in your daughter soul

My being and existence came from your womb
  my heart and mind shaped by your enlightenment
I have lived a life you gave me and for once
   I live it in pride to honor your sacrifice
your words giving me the guidance I'd lost nine years ago.

Alas, I've come to know, that as you died
  and went home with our Lord, you saved me from my death
not in your dying, my grief and love can attest,
    but in your living strength and loving example
       you showed me how to live a life
             open to our Father's gift

We knew it would not wait, but the parting was too fast.
I sat in thought three days before your sleep and asked,
"In three days time my savior died, I wonder hence
   what of my soul will rise with his?"

And now sitting Easter morning, 
  holding my sons candy-filled basket,
I realized Three days passed.

  He took you home Friday morn, but left me love,
that eternal love that never dies
whose comfort is unending

I honor your love by giving it to my children
         and Easter morning I felt your hug, your kiss, and knew 
                                 you have never left me
.
Though God took you home Mom
I know you have never left me
for as our Savior died and rose
you too still live in my heart, 
showing me proof our Father's blessings

    because you, my love, are my soul and all ready there
there fore I am strong enough to give this pain up 
       to honor his sacrifice and transcend,
           to be humbled by the grace and mercy
          that could forgive such lost lambs as I


Details | Ballad | |

The Ballad of Malcolm McCorey

Come and listen awhile I pray
To hear a sad love story,
I have only a minute to stay
To tell the tale of Malcolm McCorey.

I'm Malcolm, Sally was my bride
I've loved her since grade school,
She was my life and my pride
And, I was her ever loving fool.

Work let off early that night
And it was pouring down in sheets,
When my eyes beheld the sight
Of Sally whoring 'tween the sheets.

My Sally was not forthcoming
And, I was blind by love's adoring,
I swear I never saw it coming
The day my Sally went a whoring.

This wasn't some casual adoring
That I might could understand,
This was at our home a whoring
In our bed with another man.

It was a cold and rainy night
And it was pouring down in sheets,
I wasn't prepared for the sight
Of Sally whoring 'tween the sheets.

The truth came like a blinding light
She couldn't wait to shut the door,
When I came home early that night
While she gaily played the whore!

She glared up at me in surprise
At seeing me suddenly arrive,
I stared back into her lying eyes
Down the barrel of my forty five!

It was a stormy and dismal night
And it kept pouring down in sheets,
I'll never forget the awful sight
Of Sally whoring 'tween the sheets.

The Padre' comes to comfort me
My life's now run it's course,
Today my pain will cease to be
Soon, I'll feel no more remorse.

I forgive myself of all at last
My soul will soon go soaring,
Today will soon be o'er and past
The pain, of Sally gone a whoring.


* Malcolm was executed in may of 1969. May God have mercy on his soul.


                        Timothy I. Brumley


Details | Verse | |

Everything Is Not What It Seems

Do you have a clue,
What that person sitting on the curb is going through,?
Did you give him a smile, wave, or even say hello,?
Or, did you just ignore him and drive away as fast as you could go,?..

The dude has no home, no food to eat,
But does that cross your mind when that rush hour traffic you're trying to beat,?
Do you justify your actions by considering him a slob,?
Because he sits on that curb while you're off to your cush job,.. 

You look at him with such disgrace,
All because he has dirt on his face,
While your at home in your nice hot shower,
He's no-where to go so he just sits on that curb hour after hour,..

You will have a nice dinner at your table,
But tonight this fellow  won't be able,
It's way below zero outside and you're in your nice warm bed,
But the guy on the curb can't stay warm for he is found the next morning frozen, Dead,..

If in the beginning you'd have given him a smile,
He may have gone another mile,
If you would of given him a wave,
He would of thought someone cared and not be headed to his grave,..

You could of offered him a seat at your table and given him a hot meal,
But, since you judged him to be a slob with no job you figured he'd steal,
If you'd of offered him a nice hot shower and a nice change of clothes,
He would of been more like you, I suppose,.. 

Except for a few facts like your wife isn't yet home from work,
His wife's neck in a tragedy snapped with a jerk,
She died at the scene,
When their car slid into a ravine,..

Your children are in their beds upstairs,
His two children passed away a week after their mother in spite of all his prayers,
Yes the man on the curb had a story,
One that with a little help from you could of been used for Gods glory,..

He lived, he loved, he married the woman of his dreams,
He laughed, he had two great kids,he wasn't a slob like you thought, everything is not what it seems,...            
                                                     Leah Russell 1-17-2011


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

HELP HER UP

written 2nd Aug 2013



This life is not as it should be
 pick up your wife, can't you see 

You're her husband, stand up!
 give her a reason, to again believe

She means 'everything'....to this family
 shutting the door leaving her totally... Alone

Do you actually know her at all...
 damaging her heart and soul, deep within it's cold

Loneliness consumes her, it's been so long
 it must be asked...do you still love her?

Are you willing to help her to her feet again?
 or shall you sit back and watch, as she see's the end

This is completely left for only you, her husband to declare
 how much does she really mean to you...do you still care?

Will you step up, or let her rot into total depression, you see it...
 Love and care, or death and dispirit

It's all up to you!
 Her loving husband, what will you do.....


Details | Heroic Couplets | |

THE STATIONERY BOY

THE STATIONERY BOY

His little dark street
Is at home in the silky cobweb;
His little dark street
Is only loud in the missionaries’ prayers,
It elicits a gaze in very few people,
It is but an uninvited guest to life.

The stationery boy hands out his beautiful fliers,
Like a messenger of his little dark street.
In his big clear eyes a tear is born,
Not as an accusation,
But as wonderful love,
His heart is young and full of hopes
That someday his big silent tear
Shall drop onto someone’s palm.
  
A new day is born in his wonderful spirit,
Perhaps somewhat cold and strange,
But a new day, still.
Oh powerful destiny, listen to your unloved son,
Wake up the sleeping star;
Wake up the sleeping sun;
Wake up the sleeping hearts of men,
So that the new day may be a friend to your unloved son.
  
In the inaudible shadows, he has his faithful listeners,
In death he has a faithful visitor,
His young beautiful eyes are more familiar with death than life.
When so many happy children gather around the city’s Christmas tree,
His dear young heart is loudly beating into the deaf nights,
Like a silver bell,
So that his small, dark home would be alight with a gaze.
  

When the wonderful northern wind brings
Happy children’s voices from afar,
Like a modest Christmas gift,
The stationery boy is building his little kingdom of happiness
In his vivid imagination,
His days and nights may be cold and dark,
But his imagination is bright and completely wonderful,
It shines in the darkness like an angel.
  
His silver bell is ringing beyond the heavenly dome.
If you want to show a real angel to your kid,
Hurry towards that little dark street,
And you might be lucky enough to see the stationery boy
Before he gets his silver wings.

  
©Walter William Safar
  
  





Details | Quatrain | |

Ghost

I can hear you,
I know you're there,
You can hear me too,
In this home we share.

Are you someone I knew,
Someone from the past,
Can it really be true,
When had I seen you last.

Or did you live here,
A long time ago,
You, I do not fear,
This I hope you know.

Did you just pass away,
Like most people do,
Why do you stay,
Was life taken from you.

Was your life so tragic,
That your spirit will remain,
Just like a trick of magic,
Your form you can regain.

You might watch me at night,
But I never have seen you,
Will I recognize the sight,
As a face that I once knew.




Written by: Kelly Deschler

Giorgio V.'s contest - "Impress Me",  themes- spiritual / gothic?


Details | Couplet | |

WHY ARE WE HERE

Copyright © 2012 
12/17/2012 
(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


Details | Rhyme | |

Aftermath

Blowing out the light of another had the same effect on mine
For nothing could deter my mind away from that gruesome thought
Coming home brought me closer to what I wished to leave behind
Funny how something can worth less than what it actually cost

I was sickened by the act I had committed
Though the deed was done with the purest intent
My return home added to my disgust though I refused to admit it
To the smiling faces who thought me to be Godsent

My loved ones was overjoyed that all was well with me
A thankful gleam in their eyes as they led me to the house
But all I could seem to think about was that other family
Lighting hundreds of candles for the one I had helped burn out

It was at that celebration held in honor of me that night
That I finally found what I sought upon going to war
To see people praising me for what they concluded was right
Is the very reason we will never achieve what we so dilligently fight for

We are convinced threats to our safety lies in foreign countries
Which is by far a misguided assumption in itself
For in order to rid the world of terrorism in its entirety
Is to collectively discard the half of one's own self

It was a harsh realization as a matter of fact
And one that I hoped had not come so late
But there was no way I could ever give back
The very thing my duty left me feeling inclined to take

My epiphony weighed every bit of heavy on the mind
So I bowed my head to the floor stained with dirt
And I silently prayed that the healing powers of time
Would someday mend the hearts of those I knew I had hurt

I asked forgiveness for the lot of the world
For my unjust actions and my many sins
But specifically from that little boy or little girl
Who wishes daily for their parent to come home again

A tear slid down my wind whipped cheek
At knowing that the satisfaction I so long ago sought
Would not grant my consciene the peace it so desperately need
A lesson that took ages to prepare but in a heartbeat was taught

My soul had grown weary of the evening and it showed on my face
So I bid farewell to the guest as I took my leave
And I went where war was more suitable to take place
To my empty house where I was left only with my memories




Details | Blank verse | |

I FOUND MY WAY HOME

I'm a lost soul in a midst of desert,
Waiting for the rain to quench my thirst.
No scent of sunflowers greet the dawn.
Nothing was left but a body filled with thorns.

Languescent, I feel  the sun rays on my skin.
Keeping me warm in my lonely days.
Giving me hope when storm breaks me in.
Lifting my spirit when  clouds turned to grey.

I'm a prodigal woman,
I carried life inside my shelf.
Looking for someone to adore me.
A heart that beats for me until eternity.

And now, I found my way back home.
Looking myself in front of the mirror,
Wearing a stunning purple gown.
Watching every faces passed by.

In the corner I saw a familiar face,
I longed to shed for his warm embrace.
I went to him and hold his hand,
I kissed his lips and tears have fallen,
In a glass-made  bed I owned.


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"Promise"

Please don't
They are angry
At us for deceiving
Wounded
We're left in this cold alley
Thrown like dog's
Im waiting for the right time
But my pulse is not going so fast as when they were here
Because of a religion im a target
Because i want to be myself
They want me
And my beloved 
Please tell me your ok
Tell me is over now
All she asked me
My self with frozen tears falling down
Answered
A little bit longer and we are gonna be in heaven
She said i am lying
I said
Sometimes truth is hidden between lies
She want's me to hold her tight
But we must play dead until every one else die
I asked her back
Do you remember?

When We met each other
Playing dead with the dogs
She said back
I do
And look at us now
Playing dead again with death by the side
I told her there how much i loved her
She stood quiet
After long seconds she said with her trembling voice
Me too
Snow is cold
Heart is not strong
I told her to focus
It was gonna be over soon
Then she said repeated i love you
Then i stood quiet
I was gonna say love you too
When a soldier jumped at us and started shooting at the dead bodies
I looked at her pretty eyes
Her frozen lips i say the move and i spelled "I Love You"
Right there bullets got her
Her blood was every were
The soldier wasted all his bullets
Then he left
My cried there
But the cold didn't my tears fall
Frozen

Two nights later
The invasion was over
I was able to stop playing dead
I ran to her body
And hug it tight
Saying sorry and repeating i love you hundreds of times
For that time the sun shined bright on that solo tunnel
I looked at the sun with fear
And asked why did she left...
She promise me before they came here she wasn't gonna die
Not with my son inside
Then tears broke from my eyes like a river
Two lives in one
How can that embrace my life
Then i stood up and walked away
Leaving behind
The note i never lend to her...

Note: 

My love, much time have passed since last time, i am most certain i haven't called either
send a picture of me, but everything is fine, hope you are too, by the way i wanted to
remind you how much and how strong i love you, i promise one thing, I will not die, you
will see me one more time, a time that will cut forever, hope the sun is burning bright
there, i heard snow is bad, i will come back home in 6 days, ti'll then put your love on
the pocket, i'll be back home darling... 

Much Love, your Husband Wes Ortiz


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heart, mind, and soul

father time in my chest
keeper of its own pace
just skin and bone depth
influences time and space
what are we but drifters
 in an unknown

see truth in a literal
belief before my face
stars with no funeral
light will win the race
here i am, not for long
death starts at home

where is this leading?
which story could it be?
despite all my reading
writings the cup of tea
i dont need to know it all
as long as im not alone



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The diary:

He found her diary while she was out one day
Reading the entries made him vexed 
He saw a lover she secretly concealed
And with revenge he decided, she will pay
He read on and this is what the diary had to say


Dear Diary today he bought me flowers
He took me out to dinner
Back at the house we had champagne
Then he made love to me for hours

Dear diary my husband and I had a fight
He said hurtful things and said, “Watch it my dear”
He lunged at me in a threatening manner
My body shook in uncontrollable fear

Dear diary he looked at me in that way 
That makes me feel… wanted
He took me out and 
Like a rare diamond, I was flaunted

Dear diary my husband, oh my husband
The evil man, he said the most horrible thing
Saying the food I cooked was awful
As if I am serving a king

Dear diary his soft gentle hand was…
Caressing my inner thighs
He makes me weak, I love him so
His body hypnotises my eyes

He ripped the book in a rage
And threw it in the bin
As he paced up and down
Not noticing on the floor one diary page

He went upstairs and wired the shower
To give her an electric shock
She’ll be home soon he thought 
And it will be over in an hour

She came home and switched on the shower
Singing while she got undressed
Her voice enflamed his jealous thoughts
As he gritted his teeth in detest.

Then he heard a short loud scream
That brought chills to his bones
And found her dead in the shower
Of their quiet secluded home.

He went satisfied in to the kitchen 
And prepared a cup of tea
When he noticed stuck under his shoe
A page from his wife’s diary

Dear diary some times my husband is like another man
When he treats me like a woman that’s what I love and adore
But sometimes my husband upsets me
And I don’t know whether I love him or hate him more.


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LIFE

Two hearts beat, now beating faster; beating until they're one 
Two souls breathe, now breathing deeper; breathing until they're done 
Two lovers see forever, and forever is where they run 
One child comes home tomorrow for life has just begun 

Even when the rainbow's glowing, the skies can seem so gray 
Even when the wind's not blowing, the tides can turn your way 
And when the water's raging, beneath skies that seem so blue 
It's just your body aging, and it has nothing to do with you 

So now when our God comes calling, I'll hold your hand and stroke your hair 
Yes, as snowflakes start falling, I will look for you everywhere 
And Mother, as you start flying, remember as you rise above 
Marlene, you are not dying, but finding everlasting love 

One child goes home tomorrow to embrace the Father and the Son 
One child who knows no sorrow, for life has just begun


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The Bird that is Loved and Loathed

It burns and it stings.
It hurts.
More than drowning beneath 
the ice.
More than remaining in a 
kindled flame
She hits and I no longer cry.
Why mother, why? 

It burned and it stung.
The markings remained, 
returned, and were relived
Looking, loving, and little 
known loathing were the known 
ways of living.
Never was their pity for the 
child that cried
Never was their relief for the 
child that tried

You were that lovely bird that 
understood the complications of 
felicity 
Nothing looked the same in 
those dewy browns of yours.
My everbeating would cry tears 
of joy.
The others-they were yet to 
appear.
Caring Mother, o' so fair
 You were that beautiful bird 
filled with care.

The others came and were not 
alone. Their two suitors sat on 
the throne.
Rampage and rage why did you 
come?
I began to wither and wither 
slumping along. So very soon I-
the child of fines- became a 
human raceme. 
The droops of the Lily of the 
Valley became the slumping of 
my heart.
My lovely bird the enemy had 
taken you and the person you 
were is far from near.
For that divine nature left its 
intricate self and you became 
irretrievable my big bird.
All of your fairness died.
With that went my pride.
 
Mother, Mother what moved 
you so? 
Your intense spirt vanished only 
to supplement a monster. 
Mother, Monster and your tar 
filled lungs. 
How did I kill that liver that was 
so, so strong?
The lesson of pain was one you 
came to learn.
My darling bird why did you 
turn?
 
My lovely bird and your big 
brown eyes
I'll tell you once, but never 
twice.
Pain is only a flower for it 
blooms and dies
And a mistake can be killed as 
quickly as lice.
 You dear bird hurt me well. 
Though, haven't you heard?
Weakness is a souls greatest 
strength.
You brought me up, then you 
brought me down.
You haved helped, hurt, and 
hindered my blazing spirit.
A hero in my heart-I left you 
down in your deep black 
slumber. 
Escaping those terrible nights
To go for the town of delights. 


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Heaven is her home

The doors are shut and the
curtains and blinds pulled.
Inside the child stands tall.
She's fighting a war on her 
own home front she's so small.
A battle which she can't win.

Her name is that of  choice any
name she answers too.
Dumb, stupid and bad girl are 
the ones they scream at her.
She sits sad, hurt and confused.

She dare not tell a soul but she 
kneels and prayers Dear God can
I come live in Heaven with you?
There I know I am loved everyday
by you, no more pain or beatings.

Once in awhile you will find her
hidden way back in the closet,
with tears streaming down her head.
No one sees them because she hides
them well behind the mask of smiles.

Her cloths are old, dirty and they stink.
Kids, at school torment and bully her.
They laugh and tell her she's nothing
but trash, she stands numb.
She closes her eyes and prayers I want 
to come to heaven.

Days, weeks and months pass them by.
Not one person asks or notices that she
is no longer around.
You see she decided to go on home to
heaven.
Written By: Rhonda Hero


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The Art of Living Part One

Helen Caccumise was a very inspirational person. She loved drawing, painting, music 
and reading books. She owned a Veterans home in Greenwich Ohio, where I live. She 
has known my grandma Sandy for thirty years. They started the Veterans Home 
together. I always went up to the veterans home when I was little; it was around the 
time I started to call Helen, Granny Helen. She was a second mother to everyone. She 
would be the one to say that everyone looks for the perfect life to step into. They take 
all the right paths to get where they want to go, but no matter what, they always come 
back home to themselves. I usually went up there to hang out with a guy named Pat, he 
was a veteran. He went into the service when he was in his twenties. We were best 
friends but then something happened and everything changed when Megan (Helen’s 
Daughter) took over the veteran’s home. Helen lived in the house across from ours, so i 
always went to her house. She bought me my first ferby. She was the one that told my 
sister if she ate a full cigarette that she would be a smoker when she got older. Of 
course my sister ate it; guess what she is now a full time smoker, it’s funny how things 
work out that way.I’m writing about what happened the day Helen died because it’s still 
fresh in my memory, like it happened yesterday. I’m still getting over the loss of her. I 
spent most of my time with Helen because she helped me through my troubled times 
and she always wanted to listen to me play my bass guitar. So I owe her everything I 
own. If writing this memoir would help me find a way to get rid of the guilt then I’ll do it.


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The soldier, the war, and I

The soldier, the war, and I


Today I am home and thinking to my self..
What would I be doing if I had a soldier coming home to me and my family?
What would I be doing if I was the soldier looking to going home to my family?
And then, I look back at all the years passed since this last war..

Many children have grown to become men, Others have grown to become soldiers
Where would I be if I had gone to the war and fought for my country?
Where would I be if I had gone and came back safely?
Where would I be if I had not gone at all because I was not qualified to go?
Would I be with my family or in a hospital injured?
Would I be standing proud, and laughing with my friends and family?
Or would I be dead, as I never got to come back?

Today I am home and thinking to myself..
Thinking of all of those brave soldiers, children still
Who are out there, suffering.. And some ill

Today I am home and thinking to myself..
How many woman are crying because of their gone loved ones
How many men are crying for their loved and missed ones
How many children are fatherless or motherless, or both!

And at the end I stop. I think no more..
I am grateful for the things I have, 
I am grateful for the people who surround me...
And I am sure grateful to never have gone to a war; yet, 
I sure appreciate the thoughts, courage, life, and suffering
Of all of those who have been touched by it.


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Dakota Skies Part 1

My brother and I walk the south pasture on an early spring day,
The warmth of spring slowly melting, the cold of winter away.
The golds of old growth are broken by the green of new,
And we are drifting in dreams, though we have work to do.
Gathering the cows for milking, we allow Father Time to pass by,
When a shadow in the barbed wire catches my brother’s eye.
We run through the stubble of last season allowing dreams to lead, 
Shaped by childhood stories which we had seen and read.
The cries draw us near where she hangs, limply as if half dead.
Each barb is cutting deeply. She slowly bleeds the earth red.
The life within her still pulsing its unbreakable bond
We make a solemn vow, a promise, to the crying, broken fawn.
Freeing her from her prison, we discover she is too weak,
She cannot stand or fight, has lost the force of her instinct.
My brother lifts her to his chest and orders me to go on.
For the chore of our cow gathering still must be done.

Miles between us and home, they trudge, a child with a child
Him dreaming of what will be when we tame the wild.
The weight of the burden breaks him and he falls to his knees.
Looks to the heavens for strength, but there is only me.
Her hooves drag along beside and I cradle her in my arms -
The weight of her pulling me downward, and yet I struggle on.
We entrust her to the dancing shadows of the oak tree in the yard,
And beg our mother for help but her motto is “Life is hard.
The veterinarian is more than we can spend. Milking still needs done.
Wild animals should be left to nature and the course which it will run.”
With a child’s gesture of love, we leave her and gather grain.
The labor of farm children - as essential as the rain.
(There is a Part 2 which can be found on my page.)


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fourth of july

Fourth of July..

Dead bodies, a cry
People must come back home soon…
Enough with the war!


To all of those brave men who will never be home to celebrate our Independence 
day this weekend, and the years to come!

Thoubert!


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Don't put your Dad in a home

Don’t put your Dad in a home kids
It isn’t a nice place to be
The people are old, the foods always cold
And everyone smells of stale pee

Don’t put your Dad in a home kids
You know that it wouldn’t be fair
They feed you alright and watch through the night
But you know that they don’t really care

So don’t put your Dad in a home kids
It is not where he’d like to expire
Just let him stay till he goes on his way
With his slippers in front of the fire


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Graveyard (Part 3)

...Now I lay in this casket
The Devil's Easter basket
No skin, flesh or tissue
I entitize in bones
How long have I been here, estimate:
Centries
I can no longer smell the flowers my loved ones left me
Afterlife people can't scare or harm me
I enjoy the company of ghost, ghouls, leprechans and zombies
Feel right at home when I feel the squirms
The bitemarks from ticks, rats , and worms
This graveyard
My gravesite
My home now
My death right
I feel sorry for my now tarnsihed tuxedo
But my corpse isn't completely neat though
They spelled my name wrong on my headstone
And if this rat don't stop licking my headbone
I demand they retrieve my organs
And relieve my kids, who are now orphans
Hey, life after death, a brain won't be that important
What happened to me goin to hell
I committed murder so why be in this nocturnal shell
But I would like to be in heaven
So I quote the Raven "Nevermore"
It's pouring down rain
But it can't wash away the pain
I killed a bully and did prison time, I've been granted thuggish fame
But what fortune does it bring
none
All I wanted was for my troubles to have gone
But instead my life was taken
Those volts had me shakin
My roasted body beyond bakin
With another man my wife will be cakin
I chose my destination: Hell so my spirit can torch
At least I died young and left a good-looking corpse

 


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The Sailor with the one-eyed look

'Twas a cold wintry day
the road was frozen white and gleamin'
a pale sun stood over the clouds
watching them float lazily by
in the corner of a street
on a flat stone, so to speak
sat an old man, bearded and bare
he is the sailor with the one-eyed look

Sat as straight as a ramrod, did he,
back to the blizzard, now astride
with fingers so numb, eyes dim to see
getting a ha'penny from a passer-by
tramps and urchins flocked at he,
told them stories of the seas, he did
with arms a'waving like sails, you see
a gleam of joy in his eyes show'd

For he'd been to the wars
sailing on the ships of Her Majesty
seen it all, he's did, and lived,
came back home to muffins and tea
t'was on the seas he lost an eye
plucked out in an enemy fight
wounded and left behind to die
but didn't, and now home and dry

Retired from Her Majesty's service, he'd
now homeless, helpless, this once proud sailor
left with neither coin, nor a roof over his head
forced to the slums, living out of the gutter
t'was a piteous sight to behold, fie it!
would'a loved to chomp on choicy bit
displayed in the streets like in mama's kitchen
but not for his palate, just to be seen

Then it came, one bright sunny day
oh, what a bliss from snow and hail
tramps and children, out to play
free from the fear of icy pain
but alas! no sign of the sailor
save a snowy effigy, and on it his comb
for while snow lasted, the snow tailor'd
a snowy covering on him; it was his tomb!


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THE HANGING THING THAT MAKES US SMILE

A discussion on the round,
But it knows, it doesn't have to sound,
For, it is blamed for a crime it never meant to commit,
It's work was to bring smiles,and so it never did quit.

For seasons pass, it remains at halt,
It's passiveness after that though, is not actually it's fault,
But few seasons are such,
Which make it run,
Forever and ever,it's never done.

Runs fast, never worries of speed,
Someone else would nastily bleed,
Coz, it obeys, and changes speeds in seconds
It's our finger tips on which it reckons.

Three hands and a grip so tight,
With content the family bids good night,
But, their trust lies with the tough material it is made of,
For once if it loses the grip, it could break someone's head off…. ;)


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My Last Prayer

The Last Prayer
Father, I feel your presence…..even in my desperate state.
My eyes are heavy, my body weak….but I anxiously await.
Ever listening for your call…..quietly  at rest fond memories to my mind I recall.
Hear my heart dear Lord for I can no longer speak.
Send your angels down for me….Bare me home on angel wings.
Closer home than yesterday…. I can hear the voices of the angels sweetly sing.
My eyes to this life now closed…I feel excited this journey to take, all eternity for me 
awaits.
I long to walk through those Heavenly gates!
The sorrows of this life now pass away forgotten memories of my yesterday.
Father, I will miss those I leave behind, but this my last prayer…..Please bring them 
home to be with me someday……



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A Prayer For Healing

Father,
Do not let me be the demon I have created me to be.
I am the product of myself and my negativity.
I trust You.
I love You.
I thank You.
In Your name,
We pray,
Amen.


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The Romans Road To Heaven

In the Bible book of Romans there is a simple way
To know the way to heaven that you can know today.
The first truth we must realize is there’s not a righteous one;
In Romans three it’s stated—verse ten says, “There is none.”
We’re shown that we are sinners, as shown in chapter three;
Verse twenty-three says clearly it includes you and me.
Then we must know the sentence:  it’s a death that separates
Us from a home in heaven in an eternal state.
That passage there in Romans starts out in chapter six,
Verse twenty-three states clearly the penalty is fixed.
We see the reason for it in Romans chapter five:
Verse twelve says one man sinned then, now all who are alive
Have this sentence passed upon them, but now look at verse eight!
For Christ has paid the sentence, we can enter heaven’s gate!
As we go back and read it in chapter six again,
Verse twenty-three has good news of forgiveness from our sin!
We all have earned the wages of death to come some day,
But God’s love has provided eternal life this way:
His gift, Christ dying for us, we now by faith receive:
The act of Him receiving is simply to believe.
For chapter ten and verses ten through verse thirteen
Explain the simple process that can be clearly seen:
Confess now the Lord Jesus, with your heart now believe,
And call upon the Savior, this new life to receive!
Then we can know forever that we are justified,
Secure in Him forever who for us one day died.
See Romans five, verse one now; see Romans 8:1, too;
Then read the final verses to see this blessing true.
Start at verse twenty-nine there and see God’s wondrous love,
And how He has secured you that home in heaven above!
Yes, in this book of Romans a road God clearly shows
How we can go to heaven, and for sure it we can know!


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Move and Lose the Greater Truth

Pack and Lose the Greater Truth
 
We’re moving all right,
to my beloved state of
Connecticut.  Just where
I always fancied myself.
in a sweet cottage with
skylights letting heaven in.
Our home sits right
on the side of a tree filled hill.  

As I pack another artifact,
the greater truth comes calling
ringing hands, tears wanting
to smother my breath 
wanting to deny me my own life.
Why Connecticut?
Just a feeling within reach
a goal attainable.                  

We’ll be there on our hill
you summoning birds
the colors of which only
a birder fathoms.  I’ll be
nearby hardly hearing chirps and
the greater truth comes calling 
a hawk to take my innocence
far away.

I won’t hear the birds anymore.
I only listened for you and watched
fluffed feathers just to stand next to you
and listen to your bird talk about  habitat
and this and that and young birds and mature
birds whose male colors an Indian might snare
for special headdress.  The greater truth comes calling
our home is temporary for each of us.

©Kathryn McLoughlin Collins
April 26, 2005

I wrote this when my husband was dying.  We moved from New Jersey to Ct. so we could be closer to our daughter and his brothers and sisters.  He only lived there five months and I left soon after.


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MLK - 1929 - 1968

MLK...
(January 15, 1929 – April 4, 1968)


they shot you down
all those years ago

but

your dream lives on
and always will

for though much has been
gained since you dreamed
your dream

there is much to fight for
and much more to struggle for

and much, much more
to fight for still

so
your dream resounds in
our hearts and we pledge 
this to you today
for though they shot you down
all those years ago on a memphis day
we shall overcome
this we do believe
deep in our hearts
that
we shall overcome
someday...


(for Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.)


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Advice

You told me you had high hopes for me
But I'm just a regular guy
You act as if it's entirely my fault
That I like to cheat, steal, and lie
 
I told you, I was simply drinking the alcohol
To drown away my pain
You told me I should try new things
So I tried heroine and cocaine
 
You told me to try and get a fresh new start
So I took the initiative and moved
It wasn't my fault my roommate was mean to me
If you met him, you'd have shot him too
 
You told me that everything would be ok
And then I was sent to jail
I had one phone call to try and get out
But you told me you wouldn't pay my bail
 
You went off to have a family
And told me never to talk to you again
I lost my mind, body, and soul
But never stopped calling you friend
 
I finally got out and looked for you
And found you much farther away than you said
You told me never to call and to never come near
So I used my binoculars instead
 
You seemed very distant from me
So I came to your home address
I came to your home and rang the bell
All of a sudden I was under arrest
 
Back to jail I went yet again
And dialed your number with my one call
You told me you were no longer my friend
And I deserved to suffer the pain of my fall
 
You told me that I'd be better off dead
So I took your word, fair and square
Now that the noose is tied around my neck
Would you mind kicking away the chair?


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From the heart of society

Theres a girl 
she pours out her heart 
gives him everything
changes her hair goes to get 
fat sucked out of her cause no 
one tells her that she really is 
beautiful she goes home to see him in bed
kissing another girl, then get up and smack her around
people ask where she got her brusies and why she hides her face
but behinde that mask hideing her scars is a girl fearing for her life 
scared to go home to that man that just might give her more scars.
Theres a guy 
who takes care of his brother
comes home and covers his brothers ears 
while his mommy and daddy make him fear
fear for his life his mom brings home different guys 
every night, daddy is never home but when he is 
they fear for  there life that just maybe that might be the last day 
the last breath they live to take
Next day he comes home and sees mommy on the floor bleedin 
his little brother tied to the bed stabed in he chest 
he tries to run but trips and falls
three week later the found him floating down the river..
These are the  people we ignore every day 
the ones that cry out for help
 the ones that need us the most..
The ones that are pimped out and dont see there beauty
 the ones that hide the scars that the one they love put on there face
This is our world and society today


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The Mother's Day Gift

How many days and weeks and years has it been since you went away?
The pain should be less, as well as the tears, but it seems as if it was today...
when I looked in your eyes for the very last time, kissed your cheek and whispered 
Goodbye.
I'd have thought that by now, when those thoughts of you came I would not feel this 
strong urge to cry.
 
The years, they are fickle...they come and they go, but your memory still stays in my 
mind.
Its hard to believe you are no longer here, I keep searching, unable to find
A reason that God chose to call you so soon, though I know that your suffering was 
much;
I'm selfish I know, for wanting you here, but I long once again for your touch.
 
God only knows why he dealt you the hand that you gracefully played til the end.
Your courage and strength touched the lives of us all and there's no need for me to 
pretend;
For the love that we shared will live on evermore and I know you're still with me 
somehow.
I can feel you around me in so many ways and your scent lingers on, even now.
 
I miss you Sweet Mother, each day of the year, but on this day it's harder it seems.
I see other daughters with Mothers so dear, and I wish I could tell you my dreams...
My hopes and my wishes don't mean near as much as they did when I shared them 
with you.
The love in your eyes made me feel there was nothing on earth that I couldn't do.
 
I hope that in Heaven it's Mother's Day too, and you know just how much you have 
meant,
To this daughter of yours who still grieves for your loss and the sweet time together 
we spent.
A lady so kind and a spirit so sweet, for this world, you were too good, I know.
But this void that you left when you went home to God seems only to widen and 
grow.
 
I think you're an Angel who's watching me now, and I'm hoping I still make you 
proud.
I see you in Heaven, your body made whole, and you're dancing with Dad on a cloud.
I know I'm not perfect, but maybe somehow, I'm forgiven for things that I've done.
And this Mother's Day gift that I'm giving to you is the proof of the battle I've won.
 
I hope that someday we will meet in the sky and we'll all be a family again.
I can't wait to see you and tell you the things I have wanted to tell you, but then...
You already know what lies deep in my heart. I could never keep secrets, it's true.
You were there all along, as you always will be, til the day that I come home to you. 


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 Passenger Pigeons carry messages to people entrenched at 
www.wwone/ditched in doughboy britches wearing Army boots of wool 
 August 3, 1914 special free edition of the BerlinTageblatt announces "The War 
with France” The Kaiser rolled away and fell from Germany the world is saved 
they proclaim the war is over 1918   
 His hat was very black and ebon his vest hung down in back front was cut in 
western sling style his hair was off white gray an old gunslinger out of old 
Tucson days. He took a transfer out of his pants pocket and tried to slide it in the 
bus to make it work but the driver had turned it off to see his face light up he had 
been caught for this was the very first bus. NO the driver said simply with a smile 
that will not work and left it at that and up to him he did not frown but added the 
dollar paid the money for the fare the first time not again his bogus attempt at a 
free ride had failed. He took his transfer paid he learned his western lesson 
there the driver being kind and understanding could have been demanding that 
he leave the bus and March 24, 2008 has come the carrier pigeons are taking 
messages to www.wwtwo.com the war is over Hitler dead go home and live 
without a gun without a dread.  She simply simpered she opened up her bag a 
purse no doubt without a dime or dollar amount inside her friend paid for hisself 
one dollar kept the transfer in his hand she kept repeating to herself for all the 
crowd to understand eye left the wallet with the money in it at home the wallet MY 
wallet is NOT in this bag it has been left at home the man he seemed astonied 
when she said in certain tones did you get a pass for me NO he said don't you 
remember my pass and your pass is both in your wallet left at home the driver 
moaned a bit but let her be she let them ride he said eye gave to you my pass to 
keep for me she said so sad MY WALLET is NOT in this bag it is left behind at 
home IT'S EVERYTHING the carrier pigeon flew with messages to the troop in 
the trenchment ditch at www.worldwarthree.com/apocolypse 
The message simply said 
we airmailed 
 every missle 
that we have 
to hit the enemy 
the world is over now 
do not try to do anything 
just pray 
we are all going to see 
JESUS 
NOW 
TODAY 


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Was it death

I am scared to die aren't you. 
In my dream,I saw my pet that died a year  ago.
I found my turles shell on a shelf, in a closet. 
With no flesh in side ,no existence. 
Just a shell,  no flesh or motion. 
Where did it go?what devoured it, oblivion? 
I was in a dark room that seem to have eyes,
eyes unseen,but I know they were there,
I felt them touching me. Eyes that I never seen,
but felt in the pocket of darkness. 
Some how I stumbled around and felt around in darkness.
I came upon a door knob, I opened it urgently
,I opened it and there was a effulgent light beyond the door. 
The room still was blind with out light ,
though the door was open.
It was like a line separating light and dark under one roof. 
I took my first step with caution expecting something or nothing at all. 
The Floor was wooden the walls chipped and aged like brown bark. 
The rooms where filled and had a familiar odor, it smelt like home or home was close. The dishes where used and some seemed to be washed. I searched every inch of the house but there was no door. As I walked in the bath room I seen my favorite soap open and ready for use.The next room had all my brothers belongings with a shirt laying on his bed.The next room had all my mothers belongings.The next room was dark nothing could be seen.That was the room I came out of.I ran to the bath room and looked in the mirror,i seen nothing.With my head downward holding the edges of the sink,I began to cry.


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my last words to you

my last words to you in a place where i once dwelled, there lived a boy i loved so well, he took his love away from me, and now is willing to set me free. i even know the reason why, the other girl was prettier than i, i ran for home an cried on my bed , an not a single word was said, my mother came home from work that night , an searched for me left an right, she came upstairs,my door she broke, and there she saw me strung by a rope. an on my jeans there was a note that i had wrote, it read: dig a grave, dig it deep, with marble stone , from head to feet, and on my grave, place a dove , an tell the world i died for love.


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The Ghetto

~~

In my mind is a place of unbearable beauty,
     So agonizing to recall the charm;
A place, so lovely and pretty, rows of homes,
             And lace curtains billowing in the breeze.

                            The place of my early childhood.

Where children played and lived safe and happy
     Until that day, that dark, dark, dark day;
The day my sister Suzanne died, left this world,
               Hit by a passing truck so suddenly.

                              And my world changed, forever.

My family left this home far behind, we moved,
     But in my mind this place remained beautiful;
Many, many years have passed, life has gone forward,
                And I return for the first time.

                              The beauty shattered in my mind.

Replaced by the reality of an inner city ghetto,
     Devastated, rundown, ravaged rows of houses;
Boarded up, crumbling, gone to waste and ruin,
                  It is almost to much to fathom.

                               Yet there is a shadow of the beauty.

And as I view the destruction of time passed,
     Houses fallen and given way to neglect;
I realize my memory is no longer a valid thing,
                   Closing my eyes, I recall the loveliness.

                                   A time I had placed on a pedestal.

Gone, gone, gone is the existence of beauty,
    Only and forever living in my wandering mind;
In the mind of a child, happy and safe, playing,
                    Where nothing horrible ever happens.

                                    The place of my early childhood.


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Dad

I got down on my knees and began to pray

To find the words I want to say

The Lord took you to his home up above

He will have to tell you of our love

Our home became sad that day

The day you were called away

The Lord only knows the tears we shed

Each night before we went to bed

It was hard to see the pain upon your face

We wished we could vanish it without a trace

Your pain was our pain too

We just did'nt know what to do

The years have slipped by very fast

Everyone wishes you could bring back the past

We want you to know of our love

Until we meet you again up above


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Home

Four walls bind me in time
four directions set me free from all
the eventual has yet to show its face
the countess of time married my past
and for the first time I see my future
the four elements lift me homeward bound
as the joy wells up in me to a fever pitch
the continuity of it all stalls
and the flow of life stagnates
the  pool of time congeals
and its me that has been revealed
for my home is no home at all


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The Old House and the New Home

The Old House and the New Home
©2011 C. Brent Cloyd

I’ve lived in houses in the country side
There with my family I did abide
By the dust and gravel of a country road
Much pride was taken in our humble abode

I’ve lived in houses perched on a hill
Many of which are not standing still
They provided shelter in their time
Provoked memories that make life rhyme 

I’ve lived in a house on a city street
Where the neighbors came out at night to meet
I’ve lived in houses made of wood and stone
On avenues where children could safely roam

I’ve lived in houses of mortar and brick
Where driveways were paved and the grass was thick
I’ve enjoyed houses far better than most
Where friends would come and I could serve as host

But my current house seems like a foreign land
Where everyone wants to lend me a hand
Living in this place is not my desire
Of this arrangement I easily tire

The time has come for me to leave
To this old house I will not cleave
I no longer want a cottage here below
To a fine home in heaven soon I will go.

I long not for a mansion or streets of gold
But just a place where I will never grow old
A place where pain and sadness are never more
Where happiness is found on every shore

I am eager, yes ready, to move out
To possess my new home with a shout!
The promised home Jesus went to prepare
Death please come quickly, I want to be there.


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IF DADDY WERE HERE

Why is everybody always picking on me?
Why does it seem like they enjoy making me cry?
These days they seem to always be shouting "Just shut up, Pee-Wee!"
If Daddy were here...
But he left without even saying goodbye.
My heart and soul seems to always be filled with so much sorrow
and my tears rush down from my eyes like an angry river,
But I just can't bare to live to see another tomorrow
If Daddy were here...
Just the thought of him leaving me behind makes me shiver.
Oh, God! Why were you so quick in taking my precious daddy away?
He didn't even have time to speak any final words to me,
So much I long to up and just run away
because this doesn't seem to much like home without Daddy.
If only Daddy were here to see how they're treating me now
I know it would make him madder than Hell!
This wouldn't be happening if Daddy were still around
since he's been gone it seems that they're determined in making my life a living
hell.
It has been just two days and my daddy has been long buried and forgotten
and no one seems to give a care about how I really feel,
Deep down inside I feel so mixed-up and just plain rotten!
this pain hurts much too real.
If only Daddy were here for me to talk to
sadly, he's no longer here because he's gone and left me behind forever,
Maybe God's the one that I need to be talking to
because my daddy's at home with Him up in Heaven.


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When I Come Home

When I come home she'll greet me,
When I cry she'll lick away my tears.
When I run she'll run along side me,
When I sleep she'll lie on my bed.

When she comes home I'll greet her,
When she is hurt I'll bandage her wounds.
When she runs I'll be with her,
When she sleeps I'll gently pet her.

When I discipline her I'll be gentle,
When I pet her I'll sing.
When I hold her I'll hold her tight,
When I leave home I won't be gone long.

When she is dying I'll stay by her side,
When she is gone I'll pet her one last time.
When she is buried I'll visit her often,
When she is gone I'll love and miss her.

When I come home He'll greet me,
When I cry He'll comfort me.
When I leave home He'll be with me,
When I sleep Jesus will protect my bed.

Contest: Pick A Pet Contest
Date Written: 07/04/2011


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And the toil of the gods was great part 2

And the toil of the gods was great paert 2                                                                           
Soon the inescapable truth will come hurdling home once again
We may face the end of life and dreams or we may finally ascend and be reborn
Together we must forge the path forward so as one we can understand where we have been
Once again they will set out in search of sustenance for a home that’s bloody and torn
In their code they will take with then the infinite knowledge of the ancients
Another planet a different sun, light-years away more of our people toil on
Now as we face the summit and re nearer the apex we do with their absence
Too much time has passed since the first fathers came and since they had gone
This immortal spirit remains trapped within this fragile shell
Our souls and blood hold the key to a powerful wisdom but the lock evades us all
Still the war is raging no gods or demons and not for tales of heaven and hell
A boundless eternal soul is the prize, defeat will be fatal the ultimate downfall
So many questions we ponder so often oddly frequent
What evolves to feel dread or fear where’s the need to dread ones own death
A celestial being is meant to be whole and completely transient
The coming test we must not fail or we will all share our last dieing breath
The veil can be lifted and the secrets in the palms of our hands
Moving thru time hurdling in space as the universe expands
The true forms we were denied but with salvation we may return to the creation
No longer bound no longer chained and never again forsaken
They forced on us the mind now the peace and liberty must be taken
Soon will see we all die or become one aware feeling boundless wise immortal and free

				AND GOD SAID LET {US} MAKE THEM IN {OUR} 
IMAGE IN {OUR
] LIKELINESS.
HEBREW BIBLE /
  


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Just dont no what to do with ones self

certain times i feel in the day,
which kinda mood i wanna display,
will i will be naughty, evil or wild,
or will i be sencible normal or mild?

now today what shall i do with myself,
shall i stay home,be bored and sit on the self
or shall i go out and play,and annoy people,
do it to the blind and keep it simple,

shall i be kind and give to the needy?
or shall i stay at home and just be greedy?
go out and spend money that i dont have?
or go to the shops and 6 beers i'll grab.

go out and try to find a job?
or sit at home and be a slob,
the thaughts that rattle inside my head,
i sometimes wonder if im better off dead......................................................


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My Home's Eternity

My birth was merely the setting
for greater things to come,
And death is but the forgetting 
of all my earthly sum.
I was just a visitor here
that cometh from afar;
My home is a home not of sphere
nor that of yonder star.
Tis a far better home I've found,
a home of God's decree;
A home to which I'm ever bound,
my home's eternity.


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A Kiss- part 1 due to length

All of our lives changed for good.
We’d all change it if we could.
We’d all bring back Clay,
For just another day.
Oh, all the things we would say.
If we knew,
He’d never see the next morning dew.
The hardest thing to say, Goodbye.
Although if we said this, it’d be a lie.
Because we’ll all see him some other day.
Because of the price, the good lord paid.
And in the Lord we will find our strength.
To deal with this time of struggle and length.
Without a person who was so near
So dear
To our hearts
And will be to the end and has been from the start.
Many of us just lost :
A friend.
A Brother.
An Uncle.
A Papaw,
A Son.
But for me and my sisters,
We lost the one who used to cover our blisters.
The one who changed our dirty dippers.
And when we would cry, he’d act as windshield wipers
The one who tries to help us cope.
The one that for us has high hopes, 
The one when we’d mess up, he’d get mad.
The one we got to call dad.
I’m sorry for being mean, rude, obnoxious, loud.
But ill do my best to make you proud
It’s hard not knowing.
The pain I believe is showing.
We don’t ever know,
When it’s someone’s time to go.
We leave them with anger and rage,
Without a thought that soon
All too too Soon
Have to start a new chapter. Turn the page.
With the lights turned down dim.
Without him.
Looking into the future may seam a little grim
Not knowing what to do without him.
The way he’d rub my feet, 
After I came home tired and with defeat.
The way he would just talk and talk.
And back on the trail, we’d walk and walk.
Or maybe even ride our bikes.
Either way its all alike.
Picking a few of the prettiest flowers
And at home in a vase they’d tower.
Wishing he was still here.
Because his time just didn’t seam near.
It isn’t what any of us would of thought.
Its what any of us would of fought.
Many of us fighting it now.
Sitting with silence and tears wondering how?
Haven’t eaten. Haven’t slept.
But the Lords plans we’ll soon have to accept.....


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Broken Promise

As i waved you goodbye the day that i left

A loving embrace and the tears that were wept

To the poppyfields of france we answered the call

So many young lives lost and its here that i fall

My mind wanders back to when i last saw you

My promise to you that this we would get through

The crossing of my heart to our young son and daughter

That daddy would be back home come hell or high water

Remember me.......

Forgive me my loved ones for a promise spoken

Im sorry i wont be coming home i lie here bleeding and broken

Forgive me.........

To the left and the right of me my comrades lie still

But never to see my family again though is the bitterest pill

I see in my minds eye the life i am leaving

I see the pain of my loved ones there crying there grieving

But be still my love for you have no more tears to weep

My pain will soon be over then eternal sleep

So think of me warmly and this price i have paid

And when your time comes my love do not be afraid

For i shall be waiting here to take you by the hand

To kiss you embrace you and lead you to gods golden land

Together again in eternity.......Forever


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I Am Going Home

I’m looking for my home That’s where I wanna be It’s not a place that I own Nor that I can even see Home is where I’ve never been But I know that it’s there Something tells me from within It’s not a place around here In any house that I may live It’s never really home for me Just a storage room and a bed And a place for my company I’m getting closer to my home I can feel it in every day I guess I should’ve known This life vacation wouldn’t stay When I finally get home My days will be filled with time From the past my thoughts have grown Deep within my mind At home there will be peace And never will I need For the wanting will soon cease Without a thought of greed Yes, I’m going home I know the time is here Should I have to go alone I will certainly find myself there! Florence McMillian (Flo)


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nursing home blues

Nursing Home Blues 

I sent mother to a nursing home, she didn´t want
 to go but I ignored her wishes, we often do that 
when concerning old people, we say it is for their 
own good, but the truth is I didn´t know what  
else to do. Mother became quite rebellious they 
called me from the home she was throwing food 
about and demanded, when she evacuated, that
an assistant come and dry her bum.

Wanted to go home, there was no home she had 
lived in a rented flat and someone else lived there. 
When she knew she she felt betrayed, her silence 
was damning. She stopped eating, gaunt, a skeleton 
before death came as a relief. Now that I´m old too 
families telling me I should not ride on my scooter 
in case I might fall off…like should I care.  


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Quiet Vicissitudes

Quiet vicissitudes on a lonely shore. 

Memories fading with age as the family home crumbles.

It sits alone, abandoned, on it's now private island as the ocean continually encroaches with time.

Nothing left but photographs to prove to the world it was here as a storm crashes overhead.

With one final gulp a once happy home relinquishes itself to the watery abyss.


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A Soldier,s Coming Home...

A decorated soldier a flag,a purple heart,
something meant to celebrate just tore their lives apart.

Friends and family gather we bow our heads to pray,
A soldiers coming home but they"ll bury him today.

We all call him a hero he fought just to protect,
never had a doubt not one single regret.

God, my heart goes out to his family and friends,
so many hearts are broken so many lives to mend.

To me he was a stranger I don,t even know his name,
still he fought for me and treated all the same.

Someone has lost a son a brother, or a dad,
that part really hurts me and makes me really sad.

We know that he,s in heaven with our precious Lord above,
A soldier,s coming home today God please give him my love.


God bless his family and God I will pray.
I dedicate this to the young soldier that died in Iraq
in 2010.  From S.C God bless all..
 


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Retired

Head bent face down
In dressing gown
He left his house,
A little mouse.
Tuesday was the garbage day,
At home he'd wander
At home he'd stay.
His aging wife chose different ends
Why stay at home,
Go out with friends                                                                                                            The man recalled his days of fame,
Now nothing more than days of shame.
He watched the cothers count the hours,
They talked the past of long lost powers.
Once he dealt with stocks and cash,
Now he dumped the household trash.
She'd be home by eight tonight,
As dusk would fall they'd always fight.
Yet soon for both the pain would end,
His old war gun his greatest friend.


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POW - MIA

POW – MIA


Grandma, when Grandpa went to Vietnam
And left you at home alone
Did you ever think he wouldn't return
And be forever gone

No, dear I thought he'd be back
And never leave again
But that crazy war in Vietnam
Was one we couldn't win

Well, Grandma, where is he now
Is he still fighting the war
Will he ever come home to be with us
Why did he go so far

My child your Grandpa had to go 
And fight for freedom's sake
But he won't be coming home again
And that's so hard to take

But Grandma, if he's not coming home
Why did he have to stay
I'd like to see Grandpa again
So he and I could play

Well, son I'm sorry to tell you this
There is no other way
Your Grandpa may be a prisoner of war
Or what the Army calls MIA

Well, why is he in prison
Did he commit a crime
I don't understand, Grandma
It's been a long, long time

Yes, dear, you're right, it's been so very long
Since Grandpa went away
But all the love he gave to us
Is with us every day

You're right Grandma
He really did love us all
He had to go to Vietnam
To answer his country's call

My child you are so very wise
And one day you'll understand
Your Grandpa had to go and fight
For the freedom of our land

Grandma, I love you so
And I'll never go away
I won't leave you home alone
Home is where I'll stay

Thank you dear, that's very kind
But Grandma will be alright
I love you too
God is my guiding light

He's my light too, just like Grandpa said
He's always by our side
He helps us every day
And dries the tears we've cried


	Curtis Moorman
	June 17, 2011


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The day my life ended

The day we met
My life began
We both knew it was love
Our hearts were one and our minds the same
Until that hot summers day
You were driving home to see me
After a hard days work
You never made it home that night
You weren’t far from home when it happened
A car came from round the corner
It was moving too fast
You didn’t have time to move 
It was over in seconds, the pain faded soon
You were gone and they were alive, thats all I knew
My eyes were full of tears, my heart full of pain
I knew I’d never seen you again
My life ended that day


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Darkness

Living in the darkness
Sighing in the night
Wanting it to go away 
Wishing for the light 

Everything is broken 
Everything is trashed
Everyone was looking 
Watching as I crashed

No one could look away 
Seeing what I'd done
Watching me in agony
Waiting to see me run

Dying was easy
It felt like home
Darkness is my friend 
I knew it all along


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lost father and the long lost twin veteran brother

day and night i sit and wonder when is my dad coming home
he writes to me about the war and the things that has happened 
"dear son 
soon I'll be home and i promise you won't recognize me
today i killed at 5 japs and took under my wing a boy not much older than you and 
this makes me wish i was home with you."
one day I'll see my dad and hope that he looks the same 
day after day after day yet no sign that my dad is okay
then one day an army truck appears inside is a man and a young boy right about 
my age.
they knock on my door and i open it 
they told that my dad was dead and the boy in front of me was my twin and he 
was the boy that my father took under his wing .
i gave him a hug and cried for the lost of my father they told that is 15 japs and a 
missile that wiped my father out.
day and night with a new brother by my side i wait to be with my lost father again


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GLEN'S TERRIBLE LOSS

He left home to pursue his lifetime dream,
it was closer to midnight and the foggy moon had no gleam;
I saw him rushing out to the taxi-cab by dragging his luggage,
all the while he thought he could manage.


His name was Glen, six feet tall with light brown hair...
the handsomest guy in town with elegance and flair;
he drove all the girls crazy, but sad was to see him go...
they all waited for him outside as he fled into tomorrow. 


He worked for a law firm in downtown Manhattan,
and won many cases getting him lots of praises;
he bought a Lamburghini and was considered the toast of town,
but to keep up his status quo he needed more money to pay those bills.


Alaska was his destination, no big deal for a white man
used to cold weather and hard work anywhere he went;
stereotype or not he was proud and really wanted that job,
but going out to sea and catch fish wasn't somehow odd?


Glen spent two years in the land of coyotes and bears,
too often he got frostbite for not covering his ears;
his fair skin turned red, his green eyes teared...
as he remembered all the things his mother feared.


Money kept coming in, but his health wasn't as vibrant...  
he coughed a lot and sneezed when the harsh Nordic wind blew
as he dreamed of his warm home while mom cooked beef stew;
many thoughts ran through his depressed mind, once so jubilant.


On May eleven of two thousand ten when the Northern Sea didn't rage,
he received a text message, " Mother is sick, hurry home. " 
He changed his work clothes, took a shower and went to Anchorage
to take the next plane to New York City as noise harmed his lobe.


By her hospital bed, he stood holding her cold hand,
and he wept not able to hold back his tears,
 " I am back, mom...I'll make up for those lost years. "
She squeezed his rough hand, then suddenly expired.


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Heaven or Hell or Earth

Heaven,
The home of god and all good,
Every one thinks its THE best place to be,
Some might think it's the worst place to be.

Hell,
The home of the devil and all bad,
Every one thinks hell is THE worst place to be,
Some might think it's the greatest place to be.

Earth,
The home of war, love, and nature.
War is killing violence and blood.
Love if you lucky is great and beautiful,
or could be the killer of most people today.
Nature with storms, hunting, and dyeing.





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Mama's Letter

He sat down by the old oak tree, all alone he sat there and cried,
He knew this day would come, as the letter read, son your daddy died.
So far away from home fighting in this war, now his mom is back home and alone,
They were such a good couple and the best parents a boy could ever of known.

But dad was old and his life had been hard,
And mama said he just went to sleep and woke up with the Lord.
She said we buried pa on the place down by the old fishin hole,
She said he loved that old place and I can just see him sittin there with his old fishin pole.

Son she said I’m sorry that this here news had to be so bad,
Son she said don’t you be frettin about me now I’m alright just a little sad.
Pa and me been together since we wuz youngun’s and that being a long time ago,
Mama said son please take care and know mama loves you so.

Becky Sue comes over and checks on me and says she’s waiting for you to get home and she
misses you a bunch,
She fried up some rabbit and creamed a little corn for our lunch,
I can’t wait till you get back and you and Becky can get hitched up,
Oh and I nearly fergot your old hound dog had six of the pertiest pups.

Well son mama’s gonna close and help Becky clean up the dishes,
Becky sends her love and best wishes.
Stay safe son and come home soon,
I packed you a box of cookies you can share with your platoon.
                                                                  Love Mama


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Another Saints gone home

We just got the news today
she will soon be going away
the doctors done all that they can do
but it's not over for her
she's just going home
she's faught her fight 
Her battles now are through

another saints gone home Hallelujah
another child of God reaches Her heavenly home
another saints gone home Hallelujah
Praise the Lord 
for now at last her victory is won

When the time has come for me to go away
I want my friends and family to see
that its not time to mourn
but to celebrate 
this life I've lived
 I pray they all may sing

another saints gone on hallelujah
another child of God reaches the Heavenly gates
another saints gone home hallelujah
Praise the Lord
Some day we'll see her in the heavely home.

By Treasa Jarvis 
Dedicated to the memory of my grandmother Beulah Campbell who was a great 
inspiration to me..


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Death By Words

I am me but it isn't enough.
 The kids at school don't like me too much.
 My family's poor; I can't afford nice clothes.
 All of my socks have holes in the toes.
 I have 2 pairs of jeans I wear every other day.
 I try keeping them new but they won't stay that way.
 I like different music but they think it's whack.
 Being Black, I should only listen to R&B and rap.
 I'm very good at school because I'm very smart
 But they try to hurt my feelings by calilng me a retard.
 They say that I am stupid and they also call me dumb.
 They say that I will never amount to be anyone.
 They push me in the hallway trying to pick a fight.
 Sad and depressed, I push through with all of my might.
 The girls talk about me on Facebook and the guys find it funny.
 They talk about my appearance and how I am so very ugly.
 I hold my head up at school but at home I always cry.
 They talk about me daily and I really don't know why. 
I'm too black, too tall, too smart, too poor...
 All I want to do is disappear through the floor.
 They don't know I'm funny, nice, kind, and sweet.
 They'd prefer to talk badly about me to everyone they meet.
 Am I too scared to face them and say what's on my mind?
 Or maybe I'm not mean enough because I am too kind...
 I try to listen to my teachers who advise me to walk away
 But my bullies follow me to torment me every single day.
 My grades start dropping because I can no longer focus.
 I get in trouble at home because education is a must.
 All I want to do is go to school without getting picked on.
 All of this external negativity is making me withdrawn.
 I used to be so happy and now, I don't know what that is.
 I have no idea how much more I can take of this.
 I hate how I've given them the power on how to make me feel.
 They've caused scars so deep that I wonder if I will ever heal.
 Why did God make me so different? Why am I so disliked?
 I just want to be pretty and cool so that I can be liked. 
I'm tired. Tired of hurting. Tired of being scared. Tired of crying.
 I feel small pieces of me slowly and constantly dying.
 No one to talk to because no one understands.
 Now I am no more and it's caused by my own hands.
 The kids at school didn't like me too much.
 I tried to be me but it wasn't enough.


Details | Free verse | |

Efil

Born so old, so fragile, so wise
Born alone into the world
You miss your wife
She passed without pain
I'm sorry old man, that you left her so lonely
Shuffle through the corridors
She used to sit there and knit
Forget it she's gone
Cry at both of your pains
Throw that cane away old man, your arthritus is gone
Get back to your house
Your children are coming
They're all grown up now
Tell the wife to bring some drinks
You're young old man, but you're over the hill
Go sit in your office
Pushing papers for the man
Your teenagers are reckless
So don't be home late
Keep it together old man, they're just at the age
Slept in again today
You shouldn't be late
With a mortgage to pay,
A wife and a baby
It's okay old man, they aren't babies for long
Come home from the bar
To your bachelor suite
A little cologne sprayed
Maybe you'll get lucky
Take her home old man, she's had a little too much
You stole the car
Not old enough to drive
Try to be everything
But you can't be a hero
You're not a kid old man, but your voice is still cracking
Wait it out now
They're only bullies
Don't tell the teacher
They'll take your lunch money again
Walk it off old man, you're just not big enough
You can cry all you want
It won't make her come
She turned off the moniter
She couldn't stand you anymore
Take it easy old man, you can't even change yourself
You shouldn't move around so much
It makes her so queasy
Just a few more months
And you'll meet the world
Enjoy the womb old man, life only gets harder


Details | Sonnet | |

KOSOVO DREAM

    KOSOVO DREAM
Don't worry little girl, you need not cry,
we know your tears, and feel them every one
and all too well, though many have to die,
you will go home again, it is not gone,

but merely re-arranged, or burned at most,
the place called home still thrives for you one day
to dream and build again, a fence, a post,
four walls to keep you safe where you can stay,

and never see again man's evil eye
nor feel again the hate that brought this on,
and though for now you sit alone and cry,
the bombers and the butchers will be gone.

Your home is safe, and waits for your return,
Though nothing's left, except what will not burn.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa


Details | Prose Poetry | |

My Angel

The day you wore born my whole word became complete. We toke you home for 
the whole family to meet, you never left my side until the night you turned blue 
and almost died. We rushed to the hospital hoping they could save you, I 
wondered in my head was I a bad mother, what did I do to hurt you? We waited 
three hours before we could see you. They said there is hope for you. We toke 
you home with all the little machines each one was attached to you. At night I 
would lay a wake looking at you. If I could not hear your machines I would jump 
up and awake you.  We would go for walks; your big sister always wanted you. 
You looked like your daddy, but with mommy’s eyes. You have the cutest laugh 
that would make any one smile... I thought we where going to make it. We where 
going to have a great life. Your seven months now, you just got your first two 
teeth. Eating baby food. Playing with your little feet. I knew you where still sick with 
all the trips to the hospital. I thought you would be fine… but the last time we toke 
you, they said you could not breathe. My heart fell into pieces, but I knew I had to 
be strong. I set there think you where going to be ok, that we would be going 
home in a few weeks. But your body was tired and to weak. You needed bigger 
machines. It was time to sign the form. And let you be. They tried eight months 
and a day, but there was nothing else they could do. I held you one more time as 
your little face turned blue, Ooh how I mourn for you as you lay lifeless, cold in my 
arms. I said my good byes.  But when my little angel left the room apiece of my 
heart left with him too. That night we drove home, but in side I felt dead too. Till 
this very day I still cry for you.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

War

Strolling down the street hand on my gat,
with the sun at my back ready to attack.
Slow to the fight quick to react,
always marching forward never looking back.
10 months in the desert not a drop of rain,
only thing I've sen is suffering and pain.
The weight of my gear is difficult to maintain,
to end my own life I try to refrain.
Another pointless battle in an unknown frontier,
never making it home my only fear.
Another explosion in the distance all I hear,
as I push forward hoping the end is near.
Watching the sun set I sit there and pray,
that I will make it through yet another day.
All of a sudden I see a white light and hear loud bangs,
4 more friends died with the blast of that grenade.
Will I make it home I do not know,
for in my countries arms lies my soul.
My blood, sweat, and tears are my toll,
and the hope of going home is all I know.


Details | Verse | |

The Pain Of A Young Widow

The pain of a young widow....
Her husband has just died and she can still smell his cologne
She can still remember the last words his beautiful lips spoke
"I love you.."
She cries and cries
Shes upset with herself...
Shes upset with God..
And shes upset with everyone who has happiness...
Shes upset with her friends geting over his death so quickly
She thinks"why'd he have to leave me"...
She stays home and looks at the window hoping that it was all a dream
That her new husband would come home with flowers and joy.....
As she sits she neglects everything.....
Her health......
She neglects her baby...
Her baby gets taken away..
She justs waves through the windows at the trees imagining and hoping....
She sits and waits...until shes tired of waiting...
She goes back to life thinking that she still has everything,....
The widow lost everything she wasn't young anymore.....
The pain of what used to be a young widow...


Details | I do not know? | |

Hell Without You

I know I can’t stay,
I died the night you passed away,
I’m stuck haunting this place like a ghost.
Hell looks a lot like home,
My post,
Greeted by your scent in the bedroom
I’ve found my doom,
In a home I haunt.

Sulking like a ghost,
I’m wasting away,
I died the day you did,
But in a completely different way.
Hell looks a lot like home.

Lost without you beside me,
Hold me close,
Protect me.
Never deny me what I want
And all I want is you
So keep me close.
But without you, you haunt my dreams,
I see you everywhere,
But things aren’t as they seem.
Even heaven is hell without you,
And this home looks a lot like hell to me.


Details | Lyric | |

The Day The Angels Came

I see her image sitting over there, all alone
Streaming tears running down her cheeks, on her face
Her soft little whimpering voice, a babies tone
I remember when she said c'mon daddy, let's have a race
It was her first time that she played, in the yard outside
I still recall her great big smile, on her tiny face
And the tears that ran down her cheek, when she cried
Because she tore her brand new dress, with the pink lace

She always was my little Angel, my only child
But I still cry when I remember, how mommy died giving birth
But those pains somehow went away, when my baby smiled
Oh how it was so cute that day, she caught a fish
It was only three inches long, but to her it was just something sticky
And how she loved taking flowers, to her Mommy's grave
She always made me smile and laugh, when she said daddy
Mommy's stone needs some paint, that it's old and gray

Oh! I still recall that dark sad day, when the Angels came
And how they took my baby girl, along home with them
Oh how the stars did shine that night, up in the sky
And how the day was dark, when we buried her
Now all I have are memories, of her smiling face
In the photograph hanging on the wall, and beside my bed
Oh how my tears did fall that day, the Angels came
And when they took my baby girl, home with them

My heart did break that dreadful day, by a truck
As she ran out to get her ball, into the street
And when I picked her up she hugged my neck, where she was struck
I held her so tight to me, rapped in a sheet
She said daddy it'll be o.k., as I wiped blood from her feet
She said mommy says we'll be waiting, with God in heaven
I'll never forget how my heart was broke, there in the street
That day I lost my pride and joy, to some drunken men

Oh! I still recall that dark sad day, when the Angels came
And how they took my baby girl, along home with them
Oh how the stars did shine that night, up in the sky
And how the day was dark, when we buried her
Now all I have are memories, of her smiling face
In the photograph hanging on the wall, and beside my bed
Oh how my tears did fall that day, the Angels came
And when they took my baby girl, home with them

Oh! I still recall that dark sad day, when the Angels came
And how they took my baby girl, along home with them
Oh how my tears did fall that day, the Angels came
And when they took my baby girl, home with them

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
This Is a sad song, Not a true story


Details | I do not know? | |

God why

Everyday that passes by I sit and wonder and ask god why?

Why did he have to take you from us so soon?

The lord replied my child do not be sad do not cry do not sit and wonder why

I took her home she needed to rest and know she is in heaven with one of the best

Her task on earth must be left undone now you must learn to stand as one

Be strong all those feelings will soon pass everything will get better at last

She has left for now but not for good this to must be understood

At the end of her day there was no more time for her to laugh, work or play

I have decided her fate she has entered heavens gates her journey has not ended it has only 

Begun we will rise again just east of the sun so until that day that I call you home 

you must remember my child that you are never alone. 


Details | Elegy | |

Jesus Called You Home Today

Jesus called you home today
Said your time was up
Please walk this way
Follow him through the Pearly Gates
As you step through Heaven's Door
Please remember these few words

Mother I will miss you so
I'm sorry you had to go
You were only 49 years old
But your time on Earth was done
Now it was time for you to be an Angel
I know you'll be there to watch out for me

Like you were when you where here
I am happy though
You don't have to suffer from the cancer and stroke
Jesus took your hand and lead you home
Showed you a new life to live
Even though you are truely missed

I know theres holes in the floor of Heaven
And your my guardian Angel 
Watching out for me through my troubled times
You are still my guiding light
I love you mom but know its time
Cause Jesus called you home today


Details | Free verse | |

Glory road

there is no soft breeze,
in this never - ending winter,
its like a bad dream we cant stop imaging,
they say well be home soon,
but we know better,
were walking and breathing,
but our soul is not alive,
it seemed like the guns we held,
were just a harmless lie,
but we know different now,
for in our arms we hold mens lives,
and in our hopeless hearts,
we remember not,
the men who we made die,
we walk around,
heads angled down,
for our shame follows us around,
when we march heads fly up high,
for we are our country's pride,
but deep inside,
we suffer,
for tortous nights that lie ahead,
bringing us home cant help now,
for we are already dead,
we gave it all,
for what we thoguht,
was to be a glorious death,
but we know now,
this is no glory road.


Details | Verse | |

Almost Home

         

I heard a shout and my vision was summoned to the skies,
To majestic colors that dazzled my eyes.
The sound of royal trumpets rang out so clear,
Accompanied with angels melodious voices that captivated my ears.

I started to rise with such a pace,
I could feel Gods glory upon my face.
I knew this day I was going home at last,
As I was jettisoned above the clouds so very fast.

Then my feet sat down upon a golden path that would lead my way,
To my eternal home on this glorious day.
There it stands, the most beautiful pearl laden gate I’ve ever seen,
And a little beyond is home so perfect and so serene.

Gabriel was there to send me back, he said I was to continue to share my love for the Lord,
It was not a request and leaving here was so very hard.
Then when I awoke, people and monitors were franticly moving all about,
But I was unable to move, and I tried to scream but I was unable to shout.

Then life started returning to that old shell of mine,
And someone shouted he’s alive, a miracle, I thought this guy must be out of his mind.
For I know what had happened was simply Gods will,
That I hadn’t quite finished fulfilling our deal.


Details | I do not know? | |

Last home

how is  home of the dead
Bare silence its field
The breathe h  ere is a green
with flowers left by kin

Tomb stone face quiet
louder speak the wind
of nothing walk by
silence seems serene

Did they live
yet only seems nothing
that time has but fill
they living days now dead

To unkwnown besiege
if they live
its all but a stone
An evidence of speech

The address - two dates
of born and death
and his name include within
and his left behind of kith and kin

Sorrow make unfair science
it's distribution of various hieght
the young and age
All lay within

Of their mansion they ve given
all to a space
six foot a place
of final sleep

And the living with love
couldn't bring him home
he is all for the rotten
to a final stay, a skull old bone

the home of the dead
its speech holds little comfort
cold old tomb stone
surrounded by greens

And the owl howl
the ancient land witch cry
Sends the massege
right way home


Details | Ballad | |

HOME

There's a road I know
And it's takin me home
It's a long windey road
But no matter how long it takes I'm goin home
Yeah, I'm goin home

My home where ever it be
Weather here, or afar
My home is with you 
it's a shinin, shinin star
Yeah it's a shinin star

I've got my black boots on
As I'm, singin my song
Singin my song for you
I'm goin on my way, headin down that highway
Back to our fathers arms, yeah

As I'm lookin through those clouds
And I see all of those frowns
I promise you, my love will shine through
let my spirit guide you too, so turn those frowns upside down,
I'm smlin now, Yeah I'm smilin now

Please be sure that you know
That I'm FOREVER, ALWAYS in your heart
In your dreams day after day because
Because I LOVE YOU!!!


Details | Rhyme | |

The Little Girl

Today I passed this little girl,
And I could tell she was sad and confused.
Here shirt was torn as well as her jeans,
And she was wearing old, spoiled shoes.

I could tell something was wrong,
When I looked into her eyes.
But I assumed if I asked her,
She would’ve cried and told me lies.

By the looks of her I could tell,
That she was badly abused.
When I got home I wished I would’ve helped her,
Before I seen her on the news.

The little girl went home that night,
And grabbed her daddy’s gun.
She put it to her head and pulled the trigger,
And just like that, her life was done.

Now she’s in a safe place,
She’s in heaven up above.
Now she’s in a place,
Where she is happy and will always be loved.


Details | I do not know? | |

seconds ago

a few seconds ago millions of people died
many of those no one will ever remember them...
some where babies
cute little angels dying before reaching the polluted air
old people unable to take care of them selfs because they are weak
young people dying because they are using drugs and alcohol because they 
thought mom and dad were lying when they said it was wrong 
Young kids because their parents decide to neglet their hearts
but the worst deaths are the ones that die while they continue living
destroying their family, friends, and the only home they have,
the home in side their hearts....


Details | Rhyme | |

Inauguration

You greeted death at the door
The insurance will not cover this
The flowers, petals, a raging storm
Faint at distance

Splinters from the steel in which you lay
Unchangeable lies weave a tattered song
Die here a while, wish I could stay
Too long

A day of grieving in our grasp
As long as we have time to waste
Indifferent faces have stared their last
Face

Man in a box is a martyr
Man in your home is a dog
Pulling strings till you stagger
Open your eyes and unravel 
At the dawn

Ashes to ashes, heart to heart
A hymn for posterity
Empathetic strangers are a work of art
In my apathy

Person you're trying to call isn't here
You have knocked me off the receiver
Tears recognized failing faith won't appear
I'm a believer

10,000 days in isolation
Breathe in the spores to stay survive
Do not take the time to necessitate
Never alive 

Man in a box is a martyr
Man in your home is a dog
Pulling strings till you stagger
Open your eyes and unravel 
At the wronged


Details | Free verse | |

A Look of Utter Terror...Now Gone PT 2

(continued from PT 1)

There's not much we can do right here in Charlotte but to pray.
     But we know of one that's working on experimental chemo today. 
To help our precious women who have this dread disease.
     It's in Bethesda, Maryland, where they say the healing water's flow! 
And it's close to Baltimore and not too far from a bay.
     You can get on a government program, if your doctor that you see, 
will write a letter explaining your condition and say,
     that you'd be willing and glad to help them with their experiments each day.
The first time that you visit, you will only have to pay, 
     for your trip and just getting there and then they'll make the way. 
The chemo they will give you several times a day.  
     If you're lucky and you don't throw up, you may get to play.
A card game or a board game just to pass the time away.  
     And then a few days passes and you get better from chemo and you'll want to go,
out to have some fun, because, after all you're still young and you want to delay,
     the inevidable process of taking the chemo the next day.
She seems to be doing well and a couple years go by 
     and those eyes of terror now seem to relay a peace in this body of clay.
Then one day it happens, I come home and see that horror that I saw that day.
     One of the doctors had told us.  That it would catch up with her somewhere along the way.
Back to Bethesda we go.  But chemo had run it's course and would forever help convey,
     That this the big, horrible "C" word, would take her Home some day.
A few more days and visits were made back to the healing waters of Bethesda in May.
     Home to stay and then in October, a cool fall day!
I'll see you soon my love and then we'll play on streets of gold!
     That look in your eyes of UTTER TERROR, TAKEN AWAY!


Details | I do not know? | |

hells follower

Night so peaceful,calm specks of light
burn as stars.taken for granted such beauty
love is made under these skys,murder is made
blood falling through city sewers under this same sky

i walk the streets most times wishing one of hells
precious monsters take my life so savage this night
sucking my blood thought my lips with a enchanted kiss

fallow me home you secret darkness coming from hell
ill take you to my room and show you my spells with
inspiration sprung from your hell

look into my eyes and see my shyness and sweetness look farther
and see my dark side filtered by hurt and betrayle,I've
prayed to God and he doesn't answer to the one wish i cry and bleed
for,i dry tears of blood and no one knows

but you secret monster of hells realm fallowed me home
to my room my layer of cries where not afraid to meet me here
you wiped my blood tears you watched me undress with my 
sad emotion of night

striping each layer till im completely undefended with
my innocent nude im open to you,do you see this,stand behind me
as i look in this mirror broken all around the edges with 
cracks that show dried up pain from times before

put your strong arms around me and be my dark prince
be my clothes i don't wear around you.

your my companion that follows me home on down dark city nights
you didn't put my misery away you let me live,my friend from hell
you became my protector in low nights

maybe instead of hells realm you came ,maybe the nights sky you came?...


Details | Couplet | |

Grieving Coquinas... for Nancy

Coquina butterflies, in cases, in glass
30 years locked in my memory's passed
The beach just brought home with it's sand still warm
to a house full of love, to a brand new home
When he smiled then, when he caught her eyes
they remarried in whispers and sweet surprise
As a child I learned, and I learned it well
Drop into love, so with ease, I fell
I fell in a dream with the ocean's kiss
while thinking of them in happiness
'till the moment he wrapped the shore up to bite stone
'till the moment he told her he'd leave her alone
Not by free will did he swim out to sea
for the love of his life he would never bereave
Nay, but with sickness, an anchor in tow
He kissed her and smiled so she'd always know
She swam out so far, to the boundary of currents
and filled up the sea with her tears in her fury
She screamed 'till her lungs had shriveled in salt
and broke open emotion, engaging them all.
Coquina quiet in cases, in glass
in their home by the sea, in their infinite past
She'll love now no more for once you are bitten
there's no breaking butterfly wings, it's forbidden.


Details | Rhyme | |

Dragged Against My Will

A man was on his way home 
to prepare for his daughters
graduation 
he never made it 
because of racial discrimination
walking down the road
with a heart beaming full of pride
for a child he sired
he could not wait 
to open his arms wide
and loving hold her
telling her how proud of her he was
it never happened 
BECAUSE 
his body laid in pieces 
along the road side
a joyous event 
turned in to something
that induced many to cry
James remains were left in front 
of an African American (black) cemetery
he went home to be with his LORD
let not your heart be troubled
work together to be on one accord


Details | I do not know? | |

I am Free~*

Everyday when i come home from school
Your there waiting
Its been this way for the past 4 years
Ever since mom left us
You don't know the damage you have done
You think its okay
I blamed myself
But one day
I don't come home
You go and look for me
I get home and wait for the pain 
Hoping that today will be different
You see me sleeping
Pull me out of bed
For one last ride
This time is different though
You tell me that you really did love me
You leave for a few minutes 
Come back with tears in your eyes
I see the bat
I beg I plead
Unaware whatis in store 
I close my eyes for the last time
You beat me over and over
I'm crying so hard it hurts so bad


Details | Free verse | |

In these I feel . . .

I worked today and I didn’t think about you at all
I was happy when I came home
Ha! Home that’s a joke isn’t it, yeah . . . 
I’ve never been home, never been, for never had!
So you weren’t there, you weren’t anywhere today!
Just tonight haunting my poems all over again!
I hate it I hate it I can’t rip you from my soul!!!
And what if I could
If I could would I be better off!!?
Well would I be better off without this feeling in my heart
In the lightest reaches of my conscious mind that I know now 
What home feels like
Because I have felt your arms around me, felt your breath across my neck
Felt your eyes fall over my skin, touch in whispers my soul through and through
Listened to your breath that sighed silently in my ear under the stars
Because I felt you feeling at home in my arms too

My wandering mind that courses across the sea of sorrows deep and run fast
Lost in the waves and tides swamped all again in dreams of you
Crying out in the waters all around me as I sink once more beneath the waves
Falling down, down into the darkness of despair because I can still smell your hair
Feel it through my fingers when it shimmered softly in the lamplight
I want to scream and rip out my eyes so that I may not see your smile
Which warms me in the coldest of nights when I lay naked in the snows hoping
Praying, begging God to take me away, take me away take me, take me . . . too
Welcome me home into your arms again, oh I wish and I yearn
But God doesn’t listen to me in these nights no, no God ignores my pleas

I close my eyes and I bite my lips to blooding 
I smash my fist across the ground to watch through tears as my knuckles break
I break my mind across this tiled out floor and smack it soundlessly on the wall
Because it is easier, this kind of pain is bearable it is, it is, it is
Unspeakably kinder than the wretched agony of living all over once more without
Never more, never more, never more will these hands hold
Never again, never once, never ever . . . will these arms feel

I worked this morning and I didn’t feel a thing
I worked this afternoon, this evening and tonight I remembered why 
I remembered when
I remembered how 
I remembered
Remembered
Again

God . . . you broke my heart forever when you . . . 
It’s been a year, a lifetime and then another and another and still, still . . .
Since you’ve gone, since you tore . . . and I’m still here . . .  


Details | I do not know? | |

The Day When

Just another day
I was eight
My sister ten
The day when

Aunt Alice tried to explain
I didn't comprehend
My sister screamed would not believe
The day when

Whispers everywhere
I did not know or care
Wendy older as they tried to hold her
The day when

Mum came home from the hospital
I met her at the front door
Only when I saw her tears. 
Did I know
The day when

Only as I saw her cry
Did my own tears flow from my eyes
But only because I didn't want her to cry and not because 
The day when

He lay in the hospital morgue
My sister and I talked
We saw a shooting star - to us our dad saying goodbye 
The day when

We were shipped off to relatives in Kent
The day our dad went into the ground
But never seeing was never certain be would not come home again 
The day when

The day when
A wonderful man died
My father a man who loved me without question 
Was ripped from my life

No one could have predicted
The nightmare that would begin
As our mother held us and said we would be OK 
The day when


Details | Prose Poetry | |

But For A Short While

They were with us but for a short while
Their good works now live on in memory to make us smile-
Their joys, their tears, their hopes, their dreams and yes, even their sorrows and 
pains still linger on; they still remain in the portals of the minds of all whose lives 
they have touched-whether little or whether much-

And as they have now gone and left us in body, gone back to dust-
In spirit, it's only but for a short while.

For they who die in the Lord, one day they must:

       At the sound of the trump, as the clouds roll back, meet us in the presence of  
         the Redeemer, Christ, when He returns to gather His Father's children      
          home to the Kingdom of God where we will all prepare together to return 
           to the New Earth from the New  Heaven  to dwell in Eternal Righteousness-
Where joy and peace will be forever and ever, for our eternal home will be 
restored to a place where we can join together to live, worship in praise  to our 
Lord, receiving our crown and  reward of Eternal Life.

So, sleep on sister, brothers, friends, and loved ones; it is but for a short while,   
 for the  Day will come when we shall meet together once again, and all of us will 
be at Rest

In the Presence of God's Glorious Eternal Bliss!


Details | I do not know? | |

Another Soldier

Another soldier went home with God today
He said goodbye along the way
Another proud man left his mark
As God took him away

Another Mother, cried the angel's tears
As the men in green confirmed her fears
Another Mother sat down and prayed
for her only son who went home with God before he was through

Another child sat and cried
As she held the flag and held it with pride
Another child said goodbye
Because Daddy went home with God today
and she didn't understand why

Another soldier died today
God took his hand and led the way
For he left behind angel's tears
That will hold his memory
Forever dear


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Late Night Travellers

At breakneck speed I hurl fast
Towards impending doom
Singing an after work tune
Excited to get home to nothing.

I pass a car swerving as I
Swear out a gentle concern
Ignoring what lies ahead as I
Pass it in an instant

A reminiscent color scheme
Wizzes by my driver’s side
Peering wearily into blackness
At those brilliant red eyes

Sinking into a relaxed state
Calming wonders in my mind
I turn up the happiness
That blocks out the outside.

Red eyes… closer than they
Dare to peer suddenly
Decide my fate at 100 mph
In a blurry limp hurry I collide...

Two souls meet in the blackness.
One, singing a tune to sound waves
The other, in a wireless haze..
Both excited to get home to nothing.


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Tears

The tears of a million years,
Create an ocean of deep emotion,
The heart swollen with pain
Finds each beat a strain...
I toss and turn,
My mind does burn...
Distant railroad sounds,
Disturb the night...
I miss the pelting raindrops
Over my old bed,
Lullabies through the night,
And remembrances attached to
The home that is no more...
How I wish I'd died there,
That I know for sure

Die at a home that's my home,
As my family did,
Not here in this forsaken forest,
Alone, alone, alone, alone....
Screaming from each aching bone

But fate has tricked me once again,
And this is where I'll die,
Alone in no-where's-ville
No one to see me cry.

No hand to hold,
No goodbyes to whisper
No last kiss upon the cheek,
I go out alone, alone, alone,
Alone, alone, one last groan,
I die alone and feeling meek.


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Killing Bobby

In their home they make me ashame
they're not aware of my pain
I will run,there's much to gain
I don't look back & my spirit sings
    
In my mind my legs are wings
freeing me to fly to my dreams
my heart is strong and pushes me on
my fear is stronger & clips my wings 
    
Again I walk,my steps are slow
my heart is heavey,my head hangs low
return to their home I know I must
    
As soon as I'm in the sermons begin
she cannot see she's hurting me 
can't they see I'm gonna crack
they won't let up,I can't fight back
I pray for strength but I am told 
it well be hell I will go
    
I have a friend, she sends for me
on a bus I travel there
I run to her and spread my wings 
far to the north I live with her
    
We love to dance,the music loud
I will try to be proud 
away from them I will stand
begin to love who I am
    
By the phone she does the same
hurting me with words of gloom
she penns her poison from the book
preaching of my future doom
  
I shed my tears not my pain
she only sees the ugly me 
She cannot see,till it's late
the man I dream I need to be
    
They kept their hold and wouldn't let go
I was wrong to have told
now I know I'll never be free
my soul is dark and turing cold
I know I'm weak but I'm not a freak

The darkess is coming
bringing me peace
at last I find what I seek


Details | Free verse | |

Fly Away Home

The bells toll for you today

To fly to your new home in
Yonder sky..

Spread your wings and fly
From down here below,

So, fly away home

Oh, fly away home

To your new home in
Yonder sky..

Our hearts are  broken and
We fill so blue,

Many tears has been shred
For miss you so

We know you have pass through
Heavens gates

Your journey was hard but the
Bell toll

For you to come home in yonder
Sky..

So, fly away home

Oh, fly away home

Your great work you accomplished
Down here below

Have been awarded

Your memory will never fade

So, fly away home

Oh, fly away home

To your new home in yonder
Sky..
If I had not died I would have
Been a gospel singer..

But since I’d died I will sing
In the heavenly choir..

So, fly away home

Oh, fly away home...


Details | Ode | |

Old Warrior

Old warrior, in the bar...
Sips on his small, warm beer...
It's still 1943 to him...
And inside he still holds fear...
The world hanging on the edge,
Of uncertainty....
What the future held,
No one could see....

Served his country,
Of that he's proud....
Seems no one any longer cares...
And his fellow warriors are now,
Above the cloud...
Soon he'll climb those stairs...

Vanishing like dinosaurs,
This American-Spartan hero...
Has little left to do...
Ask him about World War II,
He'd be glad he met you...

To show interest
In his sacrifices...
His wounded memories...
His changed life...
His long dead buddies,
His long dead wife...

His mate long gone,
He stares blindly at the TV,
Dressed in the poverty he lives
No one can get inside his head,
Save those so long dead...

He has nothing else to do
Be home alone, with old address books,
Of all his long dead friends,
Photos meaningless,
Except to him,
Time has cheated him,
By leaving him here
In the lonely bar, so dim...

Struggling to make ends,
Six dollars on the bar,
The past in the air,
At home he never cooks,
He just no longer seems to care....

Cigarette smoke in the air,
A forbidden pleasure now,
No one seems dare...
Used to be normal,
Things have changed so,
But not our old warrior,
He'll be the last of his kind
To go...

If today is his last,
That's just fine with him....
His future days will be the same...
The final die is cast.


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The Story of the Dumpster Diver

 I asked him what he did?
    As he stood up and opened the lid.
He said some people call me a dumpster diver but hey that’s okay.
     He said I just reuse what people throwaway.
I asked him aren’t you afraid you might catch some incurable disease?
     He said you can do that just breathing the stuff that floats in the breeze.
I said it just seems like you’re taking an awful big chance.
    He did not speak but his eyes met my wandering glance.
I asked him did you choose this life or was it thrust upon you?
    He said I once had a home a really nice one too.
A little girl and a wife every mans dream.
     Everything was perfect like a fairytale theme.
One evening quite late we started home from the park.
     And I saw this car coming and saw flashes in the dark.
It was bullets they were firing that struck us all three.
     One hit my arm and one struck my knee.
One struck my wife they said it went right through her heart.
    The one my little girl caught ripped her apart.
My money all went for paying doctors, and morticians and such.
     In six months time I lost my family, home, and job that’s why now I don’t care 
too much.
I could have drawn unemployment, welfare and stuff.
     But instead I just turned to the streets I’ve just had enough. 
I said man I’m so sorry, I just didn’t know.
     He said that’s okay I catch it everywhere I go.
Well I bid him fair well and silently turned away.
     I often think about that old dumpster diver and the words he had to say.
I guess if this were to have a moral: How about never judge a book by its cover.


Details | I do not know? | |

belonging

Iwant to die she said with a sigh
i dont belong here but i dont know why
to live on this earth is such a chore
i dont want to be here anymore
it is peaceful with no pain
to live on that heavenly plain
so take me home dear god i pray
do not waste another day
heaven is the place to be
take me home dear god take me


Details | I do not know? | |

I desire

I desire the cloths I wear.
Like a shirt, a tee, a skirt, a pant
A crop an flare. Man with pretty hair.

I desire,
Shirt that flirt.
And pants that tight but doesn’t hurt.
Desert tones that I desire.

Wraps that shape.
Man like super hero in his cape.
	Flying home to be rescue and never EX-scape.
But keep their love in shape.
I desire a man who never comes home late.
 	I desire a man who white, brown, or black
	To make love to my mind, he might be tall he might be fine.
	But he always be mine.
	Always give me sweet kisses.
	Give me sweet roses. For valentine. 
	He always made me shine.

	Boy, people don’t know how much I desire this man.
Drive up the wall, I can dream easily I can’t really explain.
 	He must be hard to fine, that I can’t complain. 




Copyright © February-11-2001
By: CHONTELL SWANN







Details | Rhyme | |

The Time Has Gone

Joshua Quinton was born on April 12th and he was taken from us on the 4th of 
June.
We knew he was going to be taken, but why did it have to be so soon?
Maybe it was meant to be that he be taken away,
But every moment spent with him is in our memories to stay.
He was strong enough to make it 7 weeks,
He made it so everyone could kiss his cheeks.
We held him and loved him everyday.
On his 4th day home we knew it was time for him to go away.
We tryed to be strong and tryed not to cry.
For onhis 5th day home he was gone and we barely got to say good-bye.
Our hearts are crushed, but we will try to make it through.
For we love him a lot, but there was nothing we could do.
He will always be in our hearts and in our prayer.
We know he will be watching us from up there.
We will think of him all the time.
For he is our one of a kind.


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What I did was evil

(I got the idea for this fictional poem from a movie.)

I hated my neighbor because he had the worst home in town.
His house brought the neighborhood's property value down.
I did some pretty low things to try to make this man sell.
I broke all of his windows and I even sent him hate mail.
I wanted him to sell his home and I would not to stop.
I even lied and had his dogs taken away by the cops.
I told the police that I saw his dogs attack some little kids.
I'm in a lot of misery because of the horrible things I did.
He cried as the cops took his dogs away.
That poor man took his own life that day.
I wanted to drive the man to sell his house, not to commit suicide.
I  haven't been able to forgive myself no matter how hard I've tried.
What I did was evil and it was extremely cruel.
That poor man is dead because I was a fool.