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Details | Rhyme | |

Soldier

I saw a burial with a bugler playing taps;
I turned to my father, “what happened?” I asked.
He clutched my hand and with a quiver in his voice,
he began to explain and his eyes became moist.

“My son,” he said, “this is rather difficult for me;
for an old veteran like myself this is tough to see.
In that coffin lies a genuine patriotic warrior,
an honest-to-God hero, an American soldier.

I appreciate that soldier and the service he gave,
and I honor his sacrifice as he’s laid in his grave.
He was honorable, selfless, courageous, and bold;
please remember him son, as you grow old.

The value of his service, I must explain,
if not remembered, will be lost in vain.
As a nation we’re nothing without soldiers like him;
and failing to remember would be a terrible sin.”

I listened in awe as my father spoke,
it seemed as if his heart were broke.
I suddenly remembered when he went to war,
and when he returned I thought nothing more.

I never asked why he walked with a limp,
and I didn’t care about why he was sick.
I was too busy enjoying the life that I had,
to realize that I had it because of dad.

I finally understood what my dad was about,
and it hurt so bad I cried out loud.
He sacrificed so much so I could be free,
and his battle scars were suffered for me.

It was my father’s spirit that spoke to me that day;
thank God I finally understood what he had to say.
I saluted his coffin as they laid him to rest,
and I thought about the medals pinned on his chest.

That I didn’t honor him sooner, I will always regret;
and I pledged that day to never again forget.
I’m proud that my dad was a patriotic warrior;
I’m honored to be the son of an American soldier. 


Details | Tanka | |

LOVE, ANGELS, and MUSIC

LOVE God is always love Forever seek the kingdom; Praise the creator Keep giving what you can give Please endure until the end ANGELS Beautiful Heavens Protecting the meek ones earth Watching over us Helping us to cope with life Comforted with hope and trust MUSIC When you find rhythm You find your hearts inner core Celebrate the times Make them better than before Reminisce and dance all night


Details | Marsiya | |

I'm my Daddy Made Over

Dedicated to my Dad Jerry W. Niday 3/20/1952 - 6/18/2013


I am who I am because of him
He’s the reason for my son’s name
He gave me my courage & my strength
To stand tall even when standing wasn’t easy
Stand for the ones who can’t
To think and fend for myself
I’m my Daddy made over

Taught me to fight back 
To never back down
How to pick myself back up
When I’ve been knocked down
Fight for what I believe
I’m my Daddy made over

He gave me my stubbornness 
Gave me my pride
Gave me my temper
Taught me not to take crap
To speak my mind no matter who
Work for what I want
I’m my Daddy made over

How to keep my emotions in check
How to handle large amounts of pain
When in trouble he always had my back
He knew how my mind worked better than anyone
I got it from him
I’m my Daddy made over

Even though he’s gone
I’ll stand and continue on 
I may stumble I may fall 
May even get hurt along the way
But I’ll pick myself back up
I’ll dust myself off and stand tall
I’m honored and proud to say
I’m my Daddy made over


Sabrina Niday Hansel



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Dementia

He was always so happy
strong and bold.
He'd give you the shirt off of his back.
Tough.
Independent.
He had a rough life
growing up through the depression,
but like he always does,
he got through it.
He has two boys, of whom he is so proud.
Moved from Regina, to Victoria.
He had the best life anyone his age could have wanted.
But ever since his wife died, 
he has not been the same.
Sad
Lonely
Empty.
But like he has always done,
he got through it.
Mind slipping, 
just a little forgetful.
That's how it always starts out...
But like always, he powered through it, 
until now...
He is not the same person that I used to know.
He been sentenced to the prison in his own mind.
Possessed by the thoughts of his dogs ashes.
He likes to play the blame game,
but we know he doesn't remember that it was him.
He wakes up in the night
shaking with pain, 
tears streaming down his face.
There is nothing we can do,
Oh well...
Two more tylenol.
Hold on to hope
for as long as you can,
It's only a matter of time now.
He gets vocal, a very loud tone.
He'll block you in your room
and make false accusations
But we know that it's the pain induced monster in him.
Tick tock, tick tock...
You can't handle the stress anymore
you have to leave.
Just hope for the best, 
maybe it will get better.
Surprise, it doesn't.
Your denial is foolish, everyone knows 
what happens next.
Sedation
Medication
Anger
Hurt
All results of
dementia


Details | Free verse | |

Wisps

"Friend,
Mind wandering through misty woods.
You don't understand your purpose.
Friend,
I knew you too little,
Please do not shed your salty emotions,
Not out of anger, not out of sadness.
Friend,
You now lose your way so easily,
You sink, you burst, you burn inwardly.
You weep from frustrations, 
From the guilt of an honest smile,
From pains, that you forget for a moment,
That come swiftly back to haunt you of your loss.
I understand, dear friend.
You once had a light and the woods seek to snuff it out.
Do not fear, dear friend,
Friend follow me, as I once did you.
Friend, now you see?
Yes, you see,
The little wisps in the fog that guide us home."

~In memory of Bill Hamman, and all else who have suffered the pains of Alzheimer's


Details | Quatrain | |

I Wasn't Alone

There on that bench, here in this park
Was where I met God, alone in the dark.
He wasn’t adorned with riches galore.
He was a pauper man, not needing more.

He sat with me then, as I was so scared.
Just eight years old, and I got lost at the fair.
Separated from family, didn’t know where to go
I sat on the bench and waited there so.

Along came this man, scared of him I was
Until he sat next to me, I lost fear because
He spoke with a tone and offered a hand,
A sign to me that he would understand.

I told him my story. He said not to fear.
He’d stay with me until family was near.
I felt reassured and safe as could be.
His warm soft voice, it blanketed me.

Then in the distance, my dad had appeared.
He was right all along, I had nothing to fear.
My dad came up crying and hugged me so tight.
I then turned to that man to wish him goodnight.

He was there on the bench, I knew it for sure.
When I turned my head, he wasn’t there anymore.
I looked at my dad and told him of my tale
He smiled back at me and fell awfully pale.

He said, “Son when you need him, God does appear.
It’s not very strange that He was right here.
He serves and protects and loves us all much.
I believe He was here and gave you His touch.”

I was amazed at those words that my father said.
I couldn’t wait to go home and pray at my bed.
“Dear God up in the Heaven, I thank you, I do.
You sent me a savior and that savior was You.

You reached to this child, protected this night.
You offered him hope and provided light.
You took away his fear and made him feel warm.
Mostly, Dear God, you kept him from harm.

Thank you.”


Details | Narrative | |

He Loved You

He loved you too, you know
Loved you like his very own
In away you were
You came into his life as my friend
Through the years you grew to be my brother in arms 
Along the way you became the son he never had

He loved you as a friend
He loved you even more as a son
A son he never had
When things began to spiral out of control
You stayed when so many others ran away
You helped when I couldn’t

You meant a great deal to him
You never looked at him differently 
Nor did you treat him differently
You stood by his side
When he fell, you stood by his side and mine
You were willing to help me fight his battle for him 
You were there from the beginning 
You were there until the bitter end
Always remember my friend, my brother
He loved you more than you’ll ever know


____________________________________________________________
Dedicated to close Family friend Rodney Howard. He loved my Daddy just as much as I did/do.


Details | Epic | |

We Lost More Than a Dad

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost half of how we came to be
We lost we four girls first love
We lost our Best Friend

We lost more than just a Dad that day
Our Mom lost her Soul Mate, Her other half 
Our children lost their Papaw
We lost our family’s foundation 
We lost the glue that held us together

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost the Strongest man we ever knew 
We lost the man we looked up too
We lost we four girls Teacher of many things

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We four girls lost our Hero
We lost some of our Light
We lost part of our Heart
We lost part of our Soul

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost some of our Courage
We lost some of our Strength
We lost some of our will to fight back
We lost some of our will to carry on
We four girls lost more than a Dad
We lost more than just a Dad that day


Details | I do not know? | |

My Father's Footsteps

I can see you up ahead of me
I am following 
in your footsteps

no matter how fast I walk
I cannot catch up 

your footsteps are bigger than mine
but they were warm 
and safe to step in

you turn around
and smile encouragingly
then return to your journey

thank you for your footsteps
when I can no longer see you 
they will always be here
pointing me in the right direction

Dora Roimata Langsbury
27 June 2009

Written for my father, Kuao Langsbury, for his 75th birthday gift.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Your My Dear Friend

We have been together
treasured joy now for many years
we trust each other with our
emotions, with affection, tears,

Any day when you are sick or hurting
I feel your pain - significant other,
when eighter-one needs attention
we help one another...

These mutual friendly feelings
for assistance, approval, support
form our tight bonds,
usually never broken

Sharing visions, time together
we respect each other,
regardless of shortcomings
I know you, "I love you anyway"


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The Family That God Gave to Me

The Family That God Gave to Me I think about the family, that God gave to me... And think about where they'll spend eternity! I think about the good times, that we've had. And the trials we've faced... Both good and bad! God helped us to overcome adversity together! And proved his faithfulness... Today and forever! He showed us the Godly path, that we should follow... And promised to be with us! Today and tomorrow! He's proven how much he loves us! And how much that he cares for us! Thank you my lord, for all you do! Where would we be? If not for you? You've proven yourself over and over again! Thank you so much, for being our friend! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Sonnet | |

FATHER

FATHER
Which love is not a struggle to the mind?
'tis easier to think love glides along,
regardless of a road not there to find,
or never caring what is right or wrong.

One love, of child, a father's steady hand,
protecting innocence, through many years
as if he knew the way, and had it planned,
to heal each mortal wound as it appears.

As if all things begin with his okay,
the good, the joy of life to build upon;
demanding right, and hoping in some way
he's always with you, even when he's gone.

The banged up knee, your losing of a friend,
are yours to feel, but his to comprehend.
© RON WILSON AKA VEE BDOSA


Details | Lyric | |

Solipsist

Let the Deicide commence.

You're a voyeur at best!
Your vampiric heart is beating out of your chest!
And you have slayed the ones whom would love you for anything less
Ready to consume the final fragments of innocence,
And for you there is no forgiveness,
On your knees pleading, screaming to a tyrant in the skies;
The father of lies.

I will never be enslaved in your superiority
The people agree: jaded of your false dichotomies.
Know: I will be whomever nature intends to be
Apollo and I will share our dreams,
and you will be forced to see
your failure!

I know who you are...
Readily the first to present your scars
Chained by some despot or mental czar
An emotional homunculus in your mind, behind bars
Reluctant to escape - even when proven fake
Your demented mind - depths no one will penetrate!
 
...And you see me suffering
Not caring of any casualties
Just as long you recieve your safeguard of sympathy
So very wary of the masses and their Anarchy; Liberious ways

Solipsist - Is there no one you can see?
Even if she was presented burning?
Solipsist - Is there no one you can believe?
Even if Sophia was screaming?
Solipsist - Know you have killed and abused me
Imprisoned in your own  personal reality 




Details | Ballad | |

With This New Day

I have lived, 
And felt the cost, 
Paid my dues, 
But I have lost_ You. 


 Still I pray, 
As chaos looms, 
And as my blue turns into grey, 
I hear__ 
The angels sing- In tune. 

 Don't be giving in, 
Don't give up my son, 
Or fade away, 
Lift your chin with the sun__ And rise, 
With this new day!. 

 I have lived, 
And felt the cost of all my wonderin ways, 
I've paid my dues, 
I - Have lost you. 


 I can hear the angels sing, 
Your in a mistaken land__ Lessons learned in truth, 
As the grey seeks out the blue, 
She will__ Your daughter my son--- 
She will return--- To You.

For I have lived, 
Felt the cost of all my walkin days, 
I've paid my dues, 
I- Lost you....


I wont be giving in, 
Won't give up my girl, 
Or fade away, 
I'll lift my chin with the sun--- 
And RISE-- 
With this new day...


Details | Narrative | |

Hostile Times II

Hostile Times II
By Nate Spears
	

Busted love is my Crystal Ball's fortune
My heart hurts in a torturing way
Nothing ever works in my favor
Standing still 
I lower my head and pray 
Confessing to God 
All I have to give

A 16 year old rebellious daughter
A 13 year old son that’s dead
My father is in prison; so is the one of my two kids
Is this really a way of living?
I didn’t have a choice from the days beginning
Anything different
Would have a given me a chance
at living

Walls of barriers bearing on us 
On this earth we stand
Refusing to let go of this curse
If no bill is signed by Congress
My unemployment runs out next Thursday 
Now I contemplate what’s next?
Sex dollars or Creflo's Dollars?
Be an honest woman; or
Be a fool that’s starving?
When pushed to the limit
All governors are discarded.

Hostile Times rains upon us
Other nations joins the honors
The Elite makes me vomit
There’s plenty of resources among us
God have mercy and let it trickle down on us
Rather than become degrading
In this pew 
I choose prayer
Becoming Sunday Mornings best
Washing away my pains that become abreast; with my chest
Bringing in a new day, 
A today, 
For a better way
In these hostile times we live in.


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The Look On My Child's Face

The Look On My Child’s Face…

Just yesterday I noticed a look of
 love on my child’s face.
This happened in a most  “ordinary place.”

It was in our home.
 A place by God’s design.
I felt God speaking to my heart
 this particular time.

I didn’t take any time to
 stop and realize,
The look of love and innocence
 in my child’s eyes.

“Am I being the kind of Dad
 God wants me to be?”
“Am I being an example of Christ
 for my child to see?”

Have I been demonstrating my
 God-given ability,
teaching my kids God’s love,
 and responsibility?

May a Christ-like life in my kids
 be clearly seen and understood,
As one day they will 
grow into adulthood.

I hope that one day my
 Children will say:
“I want to be like my Dad-
every single day!”

By Jim Pemberton




Details | Free verse | |

My Future Generation

I can act insane
But DO NOT 
Make me feel worthless

I belong in God’s family
He will bless my future generation

Don’t punish me for
Being myself –
Don’t envy my glee 

I can act like an
Adult, but I’d 
Prefer to have joy…

Not stress…
That piles upon us in our 
Everyday lives

Being childlike is

A rare beauty – 

No one prizes it…

No one came across it…

In this lifetime…

I can laugh all day
I can make you smile
If you’d accept my 
Childlike dreams of mine
Don’t treat me like a sick swine

Renew my young heart
Give me the ability 
To kill the old man…

I have my place in God’s family
He’ll be adored and glorified 
We’ll exchange prayers and hugs  
By my future generation

I beg of you – 
Don’t kill my childlike mentality
I’ll behave myself…
I’m positively sure that I’ll make you happy

I’ll still have pieces of a child in me

And pass it on to my future generation…


Details | Free verse | |

In God's Hands

  I am malleable in God’s hands, 
No one can shape me like He can, 
He never gives me anything that I can’t handle, 
He always knows what He is doing, 
No one can compare to Him, 
He is the father I never had, 
I can truly trust, love, and honor Him, 
Because He made me, 
He loves me, 
And I love Him, 
I will never be able to put my heart into someone else’s hands with such trust!
Because He is love! 
And I am His. 
- Inspired by Jeremiah 18:6 

                                                  
                                                  Jeremiah 18:6 NIV
“O house of Israel, can I not do with you as the potter does? declares the Lord. 
“Like clay in the hands of potter, so are you in my hand, O house of Israel.


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No Job Can't Pay the Bills TRY JESUS


Here I sit, uncertain of what lies ahead.
I’m still wondering how my family will be fed.

I once had a job that provided a sense of “security.”
Now I don’t…  And I have a lot of uncertainty!

I have unpaid bills, and I’m not sure what to do.
I’ve asked for help.  But not sure who to turn to!

I get discouraged, and feel life “pulling me down.”
I’ve tried just about every job that’s in town.

The dreams I had, have been shattered and smashed.
At times, I feel like I’m just “a piece of trash.”

My wife tried to support me, the best that she can.
But she doesn’t know me…  Or even understands!

Dear Jesus…  You’re the only left that I haven’t tried.
There’s been many nights I laid awake and cried!

I read in the Bible, where your love for me is real!
When I call on your name...  There’s a love I can feel!

Whatever happens, please help me Lord, to trust you!
Whatever tomorrow holds, may I still love you!

I know that you’re a foundation, that I can stand on!
Jesus is a friend!  That I can always depend on!

Jesus, if I lose everything that I have or that I hold on to...
My I always remember your faithfulness
 and never forget you!

Here I stand… With my burdens lifted from me!
It’s because of Jesus!  And how much he loves me!

I praise HIS name!  And lift my hands to the sky!
He’s in control now!  I don’t have to ask the reason why!

Jesus…  Please take control of my worries and desires!
Above all of my problems, I lift your name up higher!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | I do not know? | |

The Nameless - for South Africans of all colours who fought for freedom


The Nameless


Slipping through the sieve of history,

the nameless rest.

Not for the nameless are roads renamed, nor monuments built.

Not for the nameless are songs sung, nor ink spilled.

The nameless rest.

Their silent sacrifice,

quiet ordeal,

muted trauma,

remain interred,

amongst their remains.

The nameless rest.

Not for the nameless are doctorates conferred, nor eulogies recited.

Not for the nameless are honours bestowed, nor homages directed.

The nameless rest.

They rest within us,

they walk with us,

in every step that we tread.

They rest within us,

they walk with us,

for their spirit is not dead.


“Your name is unknown, your deed is immortal”
- inscription at The Tomb of the Unknown Soldier WWII in Moscow


Special thanks to my dearest elder sister Tasneem Nobandla Moolla, whose conversations with me about life as a non-white person growing up in pre and post-Apartheid South Africa prompted me to write this dedication to the countless, nameless South Africans of every colour, whose sacrifices and dedication in the struggle against Apartheid tyranny must never be forgotten.


My sister’s middle name ‘Nobandla’ which is an isiXhosa name and means “she who is of the people” was given by her godfather, Nelson Mandela, my father’s ‘best-man who could not be, as Nelson Mandela was unable to-make it to my parent’s wedding as he was in jail at the time in the old Johannesburg Fort. This was the 31st December 1961.


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Memory Lane

I watched a man walk down a lane,
I saw his face I knew his name.
He saw me too he waved and smiled,
I stopped and thought, just for a while.

I thought of times spent as a child,
Through winters bleak and summers mild.
Playing out with all my friends,
Not wanting childhood to ever end.

But end it did I became a man,
I got a job and made a plan.
And as plans go it was the best,
I found true love and made a nest.

And in this nest my love and i
Watched our babies grow and fly
And fly they did to start their life,
My daughter her husband, my son and his wife.

A voice then whispered “Good bye son”
I turned around the man was gone.
I closed my eyes to ease my pain
Had i just seen my dad again?

Some may say it’s not so strange
To see my dad walk down a lane.
But they don’t know he passed away
Some years ago on Christmas day 


Details | Rhyme | |

The Last One Picked

My palms would sweat. I’d get physically sick.
Why was I always the last one they’d pick?
There were times I would not be selected at all,
for a physical game, I was pretty darn small.

I watched as they’d point, whisper, and scheme;
avoid if they could choosing me for their team.
My Dad told me, “Son, God made you this small,
to prove it’s not height that makes someone tall.”

So, he set up a goal post, and bought me a tee.
He told me, “Success would be all up to me.”
I practiced my kicking whenever I could.
I worked very hard ‘till I got pretty good.

I’ll never forget that hot summer day,
tryouts for high-school to see who would play.
The teasing began as I stepped on the field.
My jersey so big, they laughed and they squealed.

The coach even grinned, as I heard him say,
“This is not a good sport for peewees to play.”
The practice was brutal, even more than I thought.
But then, towards the end, at last came my shot.

Coach explained how important a kicker would be.
Last season they had lost four games under three.
He placed the ball down on the thirty-yard line,
forty-yards from the goal I had claimed to be mine.

There must have been twenty or more who had tried,
all woefully short as the coach merely sighed.
With hands on his head he looked to the sky.
I was the last to step up and ask, “Can I try?”

Everyone laughed, ‘till he shouted, “Enough!”
then mockingly said to me, “Show us your stuff.”
As I carefully positioned the ball on the tee,
it seemed the whole world was laughing at me.

So, I called on the power that God will provide,
then glanced to a nod from my Dad on the side.
Three great big steps and my toe struck the ball.
I caught it just right. I knew how after all.

It seemed like slow-motion as the team stopped to stare.
The ball gently tumbled as if floating on air.
The looks on their faces I could never replace,
as it split through the uprights with plenty of space.

I looked towards my Dad now beaming with pride,
then turned to the coach with his mouth open wide.
Cheers were replacing the laughs I’d revered,
on the day that hard work overcame what I feared.

I went on to college and professional ball,
but that was the kick I enjoyed most of all.
I don’t think I’d ever have worked quite that hard,
if I wasn’t picked last on that old school yard.


Details | Couplet | |

Coco For Ten

<                               Coco was his name
                                 Spider monkey all the same

                                Dad worked for zoo
                                Feeder of Coco too


                               Brought the little guy home
                               Boy did Coco love to rome


                               Droppings here and there
                               Mom  covered up his dairy - air

   
                               Shoulders he did seek
                               Knocking  younger ones off their feet


                                Bananas and salted nuts
                                Made Coco dance and strut

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

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





Tribute To 
Como Park Zoo
St Paul Minnesota

Coco And Daddy




Can You Imagine
A Monkey Playing
With 10 Kids  LOL

                                 


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As A Parent I Want My Kids to Serve God


As A Parent, I Want My Kids to Serve God! As a parent, I’m trying the best that I can…. Though there are things that I don’t understand! I remember my parents teaching me right and wrong. And taught that God’s laws certainly belong! I’ve tried to share these values with my kids too… The choices they’ve made, and the things they do! When situations in life, seem to have changed… I know that my heavenly father remains the same! I think about what in life, to my kids, I have given… And pray they’ll serve God all the days they’re livin’! Even though I’ve failed and stumbled along the way… I hope I’ve taught my kids how important it is to pray! This family that God gave to me, has grown over a period of time. I’m thankful for the opportunity to call them “mine.” I pray they’ll seek God’s guidance! Wherever they go! May the word of God strengthen and nourish their soul! And as my kids get older, and they move out on their own… May they seek God’s love and protection over their home! I pray that my children will give God their very best! May they serve him daily! And let him take care of the rest! I’m trying my best, as a parent, to trust Jesus and believe! His goodness, in our lives, is what we need to achieve! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Quatrain | |

Fallen Victim

I have fallen victim so many times
To nobody's fault except only mine.
I will ask for forgiveness and have faith,
Even though I feel like I am not saved.


Details | Rhyme | |

I Know of An Old Fashioned Family


There’s a family I know,  that may seem old fashioned.
But they serve others from a heart of compassion!

They don’t have much in the scope
 of entertainment.
But they have each other,
 and much contentment.

They have a love for God that comes from within!
And are thankful to the Lord
 for being their friend!

They don’t get too involved with that the world brings.
They have each others love.  
They have everything!

This family has been an inspiration to others too!
By their giving hearts, in much of what they do!

This family has a commitment to serve God above.
And have asked Jesus to fill them with his love!

This may seem old fashioned, 
not to have a lot of things…
But they know their Lord 
and the love that he brings!

I’m thankful to know them and their Godly inspiration…
I extend to them a heart of thanks  and appreciation!

Please dear Lord, bless and keep them in your arms!
Be with them Jesus, and protect them from harm!

May the blessings of God keep 
flowing through them!
And may the peace and joy of God continue to be with them!

By Jim Pemberton   05/29/13


Details | Free verse | |

Gift Of Mortality

An earthly existence
A universe beyond my minds, comprehension
I die
I rise
Life lessons reviewed
Homeward bound
I am not lost, after all!
I am a willing participant
Serving, the Father, of all creation
His son combined, ‘producing life’ as we know it
Representing them, in everything I do
I am nothing, without Love!
My heart full of faith, loyal service I give
Learning how to unconditionally serve, as the Father unconditionally, loves me
Worshipping our Divine Creator’s existence
Choosing to live, moment to moment
Being as one with ‘Our Universal Father’
No physical permanency
My physicality, disappearing
My mortality existence, I let go of
Death temporary
My spirit alive!
Relief, Peace
‘I am only passing through!’
A unique, experience of mortality 
A gift, I am blessed to experience, to live!


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Too much times past

Inspiration is just so hard to come by
But I though i 'd found something
That would last
But I guess to much
Times past 
and I never really
Knew my dad
But t ain't something 
Cry over
Cause in just a few years 
............. ( it 'll all be over )
I'm tired of your  lies
I guess to best we severed all ties
But this ain't bout you 
It's bout me 
Even though you
Ruined everything
The damages are to big to repair
So I guess its better to 
Act like you don't care
But 2 can play those games 
It's not like I ever needed you here 


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I'm so Thankful For My Father

Lord…  I’m Thankful For My Dad!

Lord, during this special day, I’m so glad…
For giving to me such a special dad!

He’s been very thoughtful and kind!
Fathers like him are very hard to find!

I remember growing up with my brothers…
He was special to us, like “no other!”

As a young boy, he taught me God’s ways.
And I’ve kept it throughout my days!

I’ve often sought his advice and counsel…
Especially when life 
was looking “awful!”

He was there to give support
 the best he could.
Trying to help the best way
 he understood.

I suppose now that I’m growing old…
I’m remembering more things that my dad told!

“My father is one in a million.”
 Is what I believe.!
Many blessing from him
 I have received!

May the blessings of God daily surround him!
I’m so thankful that my mother found him!

Thank you Lord for giving to me a dad like this!
May his days ahead be happy
 and blessed!

By Jim Pemberton


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I Think of a Time When I Was Young


I can think of a time, when I was young.
I was growing up and having fun! 
I remember how excited I was to have a t.v.
There were my brothers, my parents and me!
I remember at about the age of ten.
My dad thought going to the theater was a “sin.”
There were many things 
that as young man…
 I later began to see, and understand!
My parents shared God’s love the best they could!
And I read the Bible and was trying to be “good.”
I had my troubles…  And problems bear...
But I had a family, and much prayer!
The truth of God’s word helped sustain me!
I knew how much he really loved me!
My parents, may seem like they were “old fashioned.”
They loved their kids!  With a Godly compassion!
I’m thankful to be blessed with a Godly love!
My family was a treasure from heaven above!
I think about today, and how things go wrong.
Many families don’t seem to “get along!”
I pray for the blessing of God, to bind them together!
May we all serve him!  Today, and forever!
His love must be the cord that binds!
His will must be the focus of our minds!
May the presence of God bind us as one!
Every mother, father, daughter and son!

By Jim Pemberton


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Drifting Mainly

You belong to me mate 	 ( Intro )
And that be that!
Get on board
And grab your hat!

The ship was aghast at its new passenger	( Verse )
Like disdain for the lives that they now left behind,
Newcomers were scarce 
And they never would last
But I held up my chin nice and high.


The bloke who took me screamed	( Pre-chorus )
“Mop up the deck we’ve got things to do!” 
But I said sir, 
I’m just a boy and don’t know what’s to do.

And he said		( Chorus )
“Drifting mainly
Sailin the shores
Taking what’s mine 
And leaving what’s yours
Cause you know, we ain’t dead yet.”

Taking the seas for more than eight moons
We found islands and loot
That was bigger than most.
The taste of sea air 
With its wind in my hair
Took me away to this new life I lead.

After mopping the deck 
He grabbed my hand and screamed
 “Steer this ship boy!”
But I said sir,
I’m just a lad and don’t know where to go.

So the crew yelled	( Chorus )
“Drifting mainly
Sailin the shore
Taking what’s mine 
And leaving what’s yours
Cause you know, we ain’t dead yet.”

Surprising to me 
Was my unshaven face
The captain looked on 
And smiled with grace,
We stopped at a place 
Where the women were loose and didn’t mind
If we took a peak.

He said “Now you’re a man so let’s get on that boat,
We got places to be and some people to rope,
So grab that sword and drop that mop
Cause you’re no longer a boy in my eyes.”

I practiced the duel with the men in the crew
The captain took eye to my devilish pride,
And he took me aside and said 
 “Even in death I’m gonna miss you boy 
But don’t let it strike you 
Or kill your spirits
Cause even time can beat out the Grim.”

Then in the darkness came fire and screams,
Our vessel had stopped after fourteen years,
The crew fought hard and beat most of the men
But now, my Captain was dead.

We took the new ship watching ours sink deep
Saying goodbye to our drowning escape,
The crew turned towards me and asked
“What do we do?” and I smiled,
And they did to.

And we yelled    ( Chorus )
“Drifting mainly
Sailin the shores
Takin what’s mine
And leaving what’s yours
Cause you know, we ain’t dead yet.”


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The Challenge

We all lined up for the schools big race,
Each boy wanting to show his Dad he was the best,
I had no Dad to run for, I just followed all the rest.

I ran and ran, trying to keep up to stay there with the pack,
If I fell and failed again, each one would turn their back,
On the kid with spec's who dared to run the race,
To show the world he was no disgrace.

No Dad at home and no Mum's love,
In a house that echoed with emptiness,
I needed to run and hope to win, maybe just a place,
Forget the loveless life I had, I just hated the disgrace.

They had a Dad, They had a Mum,
To them that was no big thing,
Just to have a hug and maybe a kiss,
To me meant everything.

To win the race was my big dream, so I tried my very best,
I ran and ran, my lungs on fire, burned hotly in my breast,
I tripped and fell, I hit the ground, in shame for all to see,
When I rose to run, the race was won, by a better boy than me.

I walked away, no pat on the back,
No well done call for me
I tried and failed one more time,
It was nothing new to me.

Years of struggle were to be my lot, 
Until I found my wife,
She gave me hope to carry on, 
Through many years of strife.

I finally won my race through life and took the trophy home.
The race I ran was hard my friend, and now I know just why,
I had to fall and rise again, just like my Savior did,
He took the scorn and felt the whip in a far worse way than I.

Just think, each time you fall,and life seems hard to bear,
Remember your Father up above, He is always there.
So do your best no matter how hard it may be,
Our Lord will always be at your side to beat the enemy.

So when the day seems hard to face, 
To do your best is no disgrace.
God will bless you every day,
He will give you the victory.

Remember this poem when you feel small, 
Listen to the Fathers call,
To win the prize you must get up, 
Each and every time you fall.

© Dave Timperley 2012








 






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THE CHOICE OF ONE'S HEART

Parents are very fierce on expectations by holding the rod....
they mean well, but they crush or ignore their teens' wishes;
not all are meant for professional careers, others choose trades
to express themselves in the best ways they know how.


My dad wanted me to be an aircraft engineer, 
but I rebelled and chose a writing career;
I disappointed him a lot by disobeying...
but as much as I love airplanes, I prefer writing.  


I envision those airplanes as thoughts traveling through space on floating clouds,
and they are lovely indeed...like the fearless birds flying past the hazy horizon;
I wonder how any pilot finds the courage to fly them without looking down...
I peaked through that window: all I saw was a blue Earth with majestic mountains. 


Being a writer is not a guaranteed profession, or a tale from rags to riches...
its the happiest one, but it's full of personal satisfaction and self esteem;
there's none like it, and on that expectation, I've built my childhood long dream,
but the biggest thrill of all is to see your words translated in many languages. 


Sadly, my dad passed away and his bitterness I recall with pain;
it wasn't an act of disobedience, but a matter of choice, or even worthiness,
and the choice of one's heart always seems to be the right one!
Can anyone among you see my refusal as betrayal, or a desire for greatness?


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What's Done In Secret Will Come Out In the Open

What’s Done In Secret… Will Come Out In The Open! I’ve read God’s word, and it’s clearly spoken… What’s done in secret… Will come out in the open! I’ve been guilty of this, too many times! I never thought of it, to really be a “crime?” “Nobody’s watching” was the thought pondered… As my mind began to “explore and wander.” It didn’t take long for my life to go “off course.” By a powerful wind of temptation’s force! No matter how many times I took time to pray… This “secret” held on, and wouldn’t go away! I went to church on Sunday and prayed and cried. This “secret” remained, no matter how hard I tried! God told me, I was to give up what surrounded me! This was hard to do, but God was there to help me! Many things I thought I needed, to give me pleasure… Didn’t fulfill the love that God gave! An eternal treasure! As each day passes on… I want to humbly confess… I’m giving my life to God! He’ll take care of the rest! May the Lord Jesus stir a deep passion within… May it be my desire to be more like HIM! God is the God of yesterday, today and tomorrow! I’ve no secrets with him! No more shame or sorrow! Jesus is the Lord of lords! And the King of kings! He’s my lord and savior! My everything! By Jim Pemberton


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That's Where The Lord Lives

I walk outside to see all that I can see.
Over there is our house, our home,
In the distance, you can see.
And that place of hallowed happiness
Forever has been our home
And forever will be so evermore.
That house is small but raised us tall,
From the perfect parents who loved us so
To the perfect sister for which every man would want.
The house built us all up strong.
More than a mere building,
It is a place to love and be loved,
A place that hands you hope that you give right back, 
And a place of everlasting faith.
This home is where my parents taught me about God
And opened me up to Jesus.
They opened the eyes of the blind for all to see,
And the blind included me.
They taught me to be the best I can be;
The best things in life are free.
They have taught us so well,
And they all have saved my soul.
Even if I am not there now,
I carry Him with me.
I carry them with me.
I carry Their values and Their teachings with me.
In this house, this home,
We reside.
We cannot forget this.
This is where my Mother lives.
This is where my Father lives.
This is where my Sister lives.
This is where We live,
In this loving, caring, beautiful home
They made just for us.
We cannot forget this either.
This is where it all began. 
This is where the hunger and thirst was created;
This is where we are fulfilled.
We cannot, we must not forget this:
This is where God lives.
This is where Jesus lives.
This is where The Lord lives;
The Father and The Almighty.
This is where We live;
This is where We reside.
We must not forget this.
We must not forget this:
What a beautiful and perfect life this is.


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Nothing You Can't Do

Everyday when his dad came home he was waiting there
This was the special time that his dad always had to share

He taught him to throw and to catch how to swing his bat
Every game he played front row is where his dad was at

Started off with tee ball and even then he was a superstar
Not one of the older kids could hit the ball near as far

Then he moved up to softball and what was clear to see
The boy had a natural gift as natural as a gift could be

When he made it to hardball believe these words are true
Matt was one of the best pitchers the world ever knew

Through school and into Collage there never was any doubt
Their best player step up to the plate, Matt would fan them out

Sometimes in life just when we start thinking everything is great
Whether or not we deserve what happens we meet a divesting fate

Matt was out on a Friday night after pitching a picture perfect game
With the stands full of pro scouts promising him a career and life of fame

His fastball clocked at 98 and his control was pinpoint on the spot
After every game he would hug his dad and tell him “Dad thanks a lot”

A drunk driver ran a red light and ended Matt’s career that night
Being left a Paraplegic as it turns out would be Matt’s final plight

A lesser man would have been angry he would wallow in his hate
But that path was not for Matt he just stepped right up to the plate

Became one of the worlds greatest sit down skiers, the first to do a flip
Matt didn’t just come back swinging he was swinging from the hips

You see Matt’s dad didn’t just play with him he taught him the game
He taught him how to fully believe in himself, the W by his name

What Matt learned from Baseball he taught to you know who
Long as you believe in and assert yourself, nothing you can’t do



Written in honor of Matt Oberholtz
who I was fortunate enough to meet
because my friend Nick Jenkins was
his roommate. Want to talk about a
cool guy ice cycles shot out the back
of his water ski. Oddly enough I wrote
Matt's poem for Matt's contest.


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Smile, Son, Smile 'NR'

Smile, son, smile
Smile, son, please.
I can not smile daddy,
I can not smile cheese.

Smile, son, smile
Smile for a pound.
I can not smile daddy
I can not make a sound.

Smile, son, smile
Smile, son, dear.
I can not smile daddy,
I cannot smile clear.

Smile, son, smile
Smile, for a pound.
I can not smile daddy, 
I can not make a sound.

For: Debra Squyres' 
Nursery Rhyme 
Contest.


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They Left so Abruptly

They Left so Abruptly

(for the countless South Africans, of all colours, who dedicated their lives for freedom and democracy)

the valiant ones
countless
many known
many more nameless

the truest sons and singers
husbands and poets
lovers and wives
daughters and farmers
workers and sisters
brothers and friends

they left so abruptly
with quiet pride
steely courage
gentle dignity

they left so abruptly
leaving us our tomorrows
brighter
hopeful
filled with promise

they left so abruptly
so that we may breathe
the breath of liberty
the air of freedom
the warmth of justice

they left so abruptly
leaving with us their parting gift

freedom
inkululeko
swatantrata
liberte
azadi
vhudilangi
libertad

they left so abruptly
yet we remember them all
today
in the days that slipped away
and in the many more that we await

they left so abruptly
yet they remain
hewed into our memories
etched in our consciences
engraved in our hearts
they left so abruptly
and yet they endure
with us
within us
now and forever more


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He Knows

What words can I use to ease the pain you carry in your heart,
It saddens me to see you suffering in a world gloomy and dark.
    All your days are filled with thoughts of  worries and guilty feelings,
From dusk till dawn you go on and on but your life has no meaning.
   These twisted ideas of your misunderstood emotions driving you insane,
Night after night you will toss and turn thinking  you are the blame .
   There was nothing more we could do that would have changed that day,
It was his time and we had no choices because that is just Gods way .
   You must remember  he was never alone no matter  what you may remember,
Please get by this and get on with your life and forget that day in late September.
   How angry he would be if  he was here and saw how you  have not moved on,
That's something we know he would say by telling you that you are wrong.
   I can't imagine him ever wanting you to stop living after he had passed away,
Don't be a fool wasting your life thinking about me that's what he would  say.
   How do I help make it better for you so there is no more pain ,
First you must stop feeling it's your fault and stop taking the blame .
   Get out of this  cold dark and lonely place start living your life,
Move on to better days where you will sleep through the nights.
   He has never left you and has been here beside you all along,
Here to help you to get on with your life now that he is gone.
   It's your happiness that has him trapped here in our time ,
He will move on to where he must be once he is out of your mind.
   Think only of the good things and the love that was always there,
You never have to worry anymore he has always known you cared .
   Please do this for me so you can see you will alwys be daddy's girl,
I need you back the way you were which was a part of my world.
Tac



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Attitude

My dad always told me,
Your attitude determines your altitude,
How high will you go?
My answer then was I don’t know.

My mom always stated,
Do your best and the rest will be handled,
And don’t let people burn you like a candle.
Those statements were a hard pill to swallow.
Especially when our day to day lives often
Cause us to encounter beings whose hearts are hollow.

Whether it is positive or negative,
Your attitude is a true description of you.
Your actions speak louder than words.
People are people so what should it be?
You and I should get along not terribly,
But work together in harmony.

My mom and dad were right.
Just because someone may deliberately hurt you,
You can’t always come back with a fight.
That person may be doing that in spite,
Because they wish they were you,
And to himself, he is being untrue.

Now I know where I’m going,
To altitudes of extreme positive magnitudes,
To places I have never seen,
And doing things that I never dreamed,
That I would do.

It’s not easy to let go of things of the past.
That may have shifted you to a magnitude of negative.
You have to add that the situation did not cause death.
Let it go, in other words, subtract it, and it will be handled
So you will not be burned like a candle.

Your attitude is a true description of you.
Your actions speak louder than words.
People are people so what should it be?
You and I should get along not terribly,
But work together in harmony.


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Respect Comes with Age

My father and my mother sat me down one day
     to tell me how wonderful that I was growing O.K.
The years passes by as I got to be a teenager
     with high hopes of becoming the first young manager
Life turns out a manager job is not for me
     so I kept things to a minimum working hard you see
My family had taught me with all do respect
     the life we lead is the image of our age in an aspect
Like queens and kings we bow our head
     to the people who is wiser in age even when dead
Life as our guide the time we have aged
     is what we leave behind that we are gaged
In prospective we are the stars and we are the earth
     because we age and leave behind a new birth
To those that seek such blessing of heart
     remember this age is respect for living from the start
Do you remember your father, mother, and teachers
     they are the ones cheering you on, sitting on those bleachers


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dreams into reality

I had a dream of you again tonight...that makes it about 3years strong....i wonder what the real thing will feel like...to hold you...to see you smile for the first time...the first time you cry...as i put my finger in your hand and you squeeze i wonder what joy will course through my veins...to say your name...to watch you sleep...to watch you as you try to figure out the world...will i miss your first words...or when you crawl...the first time you try to walk will i be there to catch you when you fall...your first birthday...will i be the dad you need me to be....will i fail...all these questions and the worst one i havnt even said....i hate to think it but it has came into my mind every once in a while...what if i never get to meet you...never have the chance to fail or succeed...to never watch you grow..to never have a chance to love you..to never be a father...what if my dreams never become reality....


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To My Dad On This Father's Day

Lord, during this Father's day, I’m so glad…
For giving to me such a special dad!

He’s been very thoughtful and kind!
Fathers like him are very hard to find!

I remember growing up with my brothers…
He was special to us, like “no other!”

As a young boy, he taught me God’s ways.
And I’ve kept it throughout my days!

I’ve often sought his advice and counsel…
Especially when life 
was looking “awful!”

He was there to give support
 the best he could...
Trying to help the best way
 he understood.

I suppose now that I’m growing old…
I’m remembering more things that my dad told!

“My father is one in a million.”
 Is what I believe.!
Many blessing from him
 I have received!

May the blessings of God daily surround him!
I’m so thankful that my mother found him!

Thank you Lord for giving to me a dad like this!
May his days ahead be happy
 and blessed!

By Jim Pemberton


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The wicket-keeper

A lover I once knew, die today
he was alive yesterday
I never thought of him this way.
I never think about the rain 
Unless it flood my drains,
my driveway, my rose garden 
Or dampened my happy mood

Why would the death of my lover
Leave me so sad, and blue
Tender moment of affection: edgy days

Relationships have it up and downs
The past have been trouble: maybe I was wrong, 
Probably he was right: however here tonight

A lover I once knew passed away today
My old lover the wicket-keeper: 
The one I uses to love the most: an distant lover


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It's Not A Cult

It's not a cult:
It's a Savior saving my life.
It's a Savior saving your life.
It's our Savior saving our lives.
It's not too late.
It's never too late!


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Back To The Beginning

Back To the Beginning

I remember
As a little girl
Christmas Eve sitting around the fireplace
With my brothers and sisters
Listening to Mom and Dad
As they told us the story
Of the first Christmas

Christmas morning getting up and getting dressed
Going to church in our Sunday best
Mom and Dad walking up the aisle
With five little ones right behind
I really miss those times
When Mom and Dad made Christmas special
Never losing the true meaning 
Always taking us 

Back To the Beginning

I am all grown up now 
As I find myself, getting caught up in the hustle and bustle of Holiday shopping
Competing with whatever I did last year
Then there is a moment when I stop and think
Of Christmases past
How back then it did not matter what it was 
How it was all about the togetherness
The fun of getting ready and going to 
Christmas Mass
Then coming home and all helping prepare 
Christmas Dinner
Opening gifts and seeing what Santa brought us was nice I admit 
The true spirit of Christmas
Is what I miss the most
Therefore, I take myself 

Back To the Beginning

As I hang each ornament on that tree
Hang lights around a door or window
I think about how I can show a good example
Do what Mom and Dad did for me and
Take my loved ones 

Back To the Beginning

Lead by example that is what I have learned
So this year though I may give a few gifts
I will keep in mind
The person I am trying to find a gift for
Why are they so special and dear to me
What would be the best way to show
Them how much they mean to me.
Most of all I want to help 
Remind them 
Or teach them
What Mom and Dad taught me
The true meaning of Christmas
So please dear Lord help me
As I take my loved ones with me

Back To the Beginning

By: Jean Shular


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Are We Being Driven to God's Elimination


Are We Being Driven to God’s Elimination? In the names of diversity and anti-discrimination. It’s like we’re being driven to God’s elimination! God is being “forced” from many institutions! All in the name of this country’s constitution! We’re told that God and this country must be “separated.” Anything less is what many would call; “discriminated.” Any forms of Godly virtues or values are “torn down.” Any symbol of a cross, is often “removed from the town.” It’s no wonder that this country’s in such a big mess! And yet this country wants to be strong and blessed? “What shall the righteous do if the foundations are destroyed?” Meanwhile, the tide of ungodliness, is often “enjoyed.” Those who are trying to remove God! You must beware! His judgment is soon coming! And will catch you unaware! There’s will come a day! When God’s wrath you will endure! The wages of sin is death! This is very true and sure! People may think that removing God is the “thing to do.” Anyone who attempts to do will wind up as “a fool.” Only God can fill the void in life and true love within! Only he has the power to free your soul from sin! The words; “in God we trust,” in our lives must be applied! Everything we’ll ever need… God has supplied! God is this country’s hope! It’s only true foundation! We need HIM right now! To come and heal our nation! By Jim Pemberton


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A long line of scallywags

I love my son he's always chipper
he's my scallywag and I'm the skipper
and the apple does'nt fall far from the tree
he's menatly challenged just like me!

and even though his dad's a zero
"hey dad your my hero!"
having fun is all he's wishing
"hey dad ya wanna go fishin?"

lost the house a home we have not
"hey dad looky what I caught!"
no business financal ruin we sank
"aww dad you can have my piggy bank"

rich kids need toys to have fun
"love you dad!" "love you son!"
think no toys would make him sad?
such a good boy "your the best dad!"

now I know I won't always live forever
"hey dad we always be together?"
"no worries son just stay chipper
you'll have your own scallywag and you'll be the skipper!"

by Captain Mike Harris and his son


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A Young Man With A Heavy Load


A Young Man With A Heavy Load… I was watching a young man walking down my road. I could tell that he was sad, and carrying a “heavy load.” You see his dad had recently “up and left the home.” Now he and his mom were left all alone! I could tell it was hard for him to hold back the tears. Especially after being with his dad for so many years! I don’t think that parents think about what they say and do. They can hurt and betray the one who said; “I love YOU!” When this happens… I know that the heart of God is hurting.. Too many couples are together, but their eyes “keep flirting.” They feel happy to have a family, but soon it’s not enough… And quickly run out when things get “tough.” The dishonesty, lying and cheating are too commonplace… I’ve seen the heartache and pain upon a loved one’s face. Jesus knows all about the hurt and pain that this can cause. He also knows about the “friction” caused by the “in-laws.” For the one that may be thinking of leaving his or her family… You may think it’s fun now… But you’re not going to be happy! Whatever is tugging at your heart now may seem “appealing.” But it’s the love from your spouse and kids that you’re stealing! I challenge you to be the man or woman of God he wants you to be! You need to be with the family God gave you! Can’t you see??? Come on back and spend the quality time you need to spend. Your family and children need you both as a parent and a friend! Allow the love of Jesus Christ to bind your hearts together! May his peace and joy comfort you now and forever! Allow your home to be filled with the love of God’s precious son! May be bring your family together in unity… As ONE! By Jim Pemberton


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A Special Message Written For My Son

My son said;; "Dad... when I move out, 
I'll be able to smoke, drink or chew."
I said; I know son... there'll be many
 things you'll be able to do.

Just remember this one thing....
 before you were my son.
I gave up things in life...
 that  appeared to be "fun."

I did this, so I could be the
 best dad I could be.
I sacrificed a lot for you... and also for me.

I didn't want to be a dad that was 
"hooked on an addiction."
I wanted to be a good example
 and give spiritual nutrition.

I wanted to have a son and
 be proud he was my own.
And desired to have you as part
 of my family and home.

I wanted for God's best in everything you do.
And to let you know how much 
I love and appreciate you.

Very soon... you'll be leaving 
your parents behind.
But you're always in our
 prayers and on our mind.

The word of God we taught you long ago.
Will be with you ... no matter where you may go.

As you go on life's journey.... 
seeking a "new start."
We'll always love you and 
keep you close to our heart!

Love,    Dad

By Jim Pemberton
2009


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LIFE: A RACE

'Quit! Give Up! You Are Beaten'
They Shout At Me And Plead
'There's Just Too Much Against You Now'
This Time You Cant Succeed'

And As I Start To Hang My Head
In Front Of Failure's Face
My Downward Fall Is Broken By
The Memory Of That Skating Race! 

And Hope Refills My Weekend Will, 
As I Recall That Scene, 
For Just The Thought Of That Short Race, 
Re-Energied My Being

They All Line Up So Full Of Hope, 
Each Thought To Win That Race, 
Or Tie For First, Or If Not That
Atleast Take Second Place

And Fathers Watched From Off Side
Each Cheering For His Son, 
And Each Boy Helped To Show His Dad, 
That He Would Be The One

The Whistle Blew And Off They Went, 
Young Hearts And Hope Afire.
To Win And Be The Hero There, 
Was Each Boy's Desire.

And One Boy In Particular, 
Whose Dad Was In Crowd, 
Was Running Near The Lead And Thought 
'My Dad Will Be So Proud! '

But As He Speeded Down The Field, 
Across A Shallow Dip, 
The Little Boy Who Thought To Win, 
Lost His Step And Slipped.

So Down He Fell And With Him His Hope, 
He Couldn't Win It Now, 
Embrassed, Sad, He Only Wished, 
To Disappear Some How. 

But As He Fell His Dad Stood Up, 
And Showed His Anxious Face, 
Which To The Boy So Clearly Said, 
'Get Up And Win The Race! '

He Quickly Rose No Damage Done, 
Behind A Bit, That's All-
And Ran With All His Mind And Might, 
To Make Up For His Fall.

So Anxious To Restore Himself, 
To Catch Up And To Win, 
His Mind Went Faster Than His Legs, 
He Slipped And Fell Again.

He Wished Then He Had Quit Before, 
With Only One Disgrace.
I'm Hopeless As A Runner Now, 
I Shouldn't Try To Race.

But In The Laughing Crowd He Searched, 
And Found His Father's Face, 
That Steady Look, He Said Again, 
'Get Up And Win The Race! '

Exerting Everything He Had, 
He Gained Yards Eight To Ten, 
But Trying So Hard To Catch The Lead, 
He Slipped And Fell Again.

'Get Up.', An Echo Sounded Low.
'Get Up And Take Your Place'
You Were Not Meant For Failure Here.
'Get Up And Win The Race! '

They Cheered The Winning Runner, 
As He Crossed Line First Place, 
Head High And Proud And Happy
No Falling No Disgrace.

But When The Fallen Youngster, 
Crossed The Line Last Place, 
The Crowd Gave Him The Greater Cheer
For Finishing The Race.

And To His Dad He Sadly Say, 
'I Did Not Do Too Well'
'To Me You Won', His Father Said
'You Rose Each Time You Fell'.

For All Of Life Is Like That Race, 
With Ups And Downs And All, 
And All Of You Have To Do To Win, 
Is Rise Each Time, You Fall. 


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A Dad's Hurting Heart


A Dad’s Hurting Heart…

I know of a dad,  who’s heart was broken and hurting.
His son was living a way of life not very “re-assuring.”

This dad tried his best to teach his son God’s ways.
 But his son refused the truth of what God’s word says.

This dad thought about the kind of life his son lived.
And wondered what more he could possibly give…

I could tell by his voice, that sounded very “shaken.”
His son was at a place in life feeling
“alone and forsaken.”

Whatever happened… This father made up his mind.:
“I am going to serve God!  
NOW is the time!”

He would pray for his son no matter the cost.
And keep his focus on Christ’ work on the cross!

He chose to give God all of his attention.
Things in his life took on a whole “new direction.”

Jesus gave him his words of a blessed assurance.
The love of Christ isn’t a “one time” occurrence!

He kept on praying and “holding firm and fast.”
Trusting Jesus with a love that always last!

The love for his son was unyielding and powerful.
He spent time in prayer!  Ever so resourceful!

As the years went by, he never gave up praying.
No matter the hurtful words his son was saying.

His son returned to the Lord he once knew.
His life is changed!  And is now brand new!

The prayers of Godly parents are the best gift to give!
They can totally transform how
 their kids will live!

By Jim Pemberton


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My Dad Left Me My Heavenly Father Found Me

I remember dad tucking 
me into bed each night.
I somehow knew "everything was
 going to be allright."

The Bible stories he had read.
Each night before I went to bed.

I remember the smile dad had on his face.
It was like "love all over the place."

Then one night.  he left.  I didn't know why.
The many nights I'd lay awake and would cry.

How could this happen?  I was so sad.
I became very upset, angry and mad.

How could God let this 
happen to our family?
I thought dad loved us and was happy.

He never returned.  Never did explain.
I began to curse even the 
mention of his name.

Then one day I read the Bible 
and began to see.
How much Jesus really
 does love me!

I asked him to be the father
 of my life today.
I'll never forget the words he had to say;

"I'll be with you each step that is taken."
I love you so much...  
You're never forsaken!"

Jesus... my heavenly father, has given
 me love so precious.
I have a relationship with him...
 that's so nutritious!

My dad left me. My (heavenly)
father found me.
And now each day... 
His love surrounds me!

By JIm Pemberton 
03/28/09


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Dear Mom And Dad

Are you the same mom and dad 
I used to know?
Since I left the house… 
many years ago? 

Both who carefully taught 
me the Christian ways.
Don’t seem to care 
what the Bible says. 

You were there to give correction
with a belt in hand.
But now are doing things…
 I don’t understand. 

What happened to the father’s love 
I once seen in your eyes?
You’ve somehow twisted God's 
truth into corruptible lies. 

You’ve broken my heart 
dear mom and dad.
I’m praying for you… 
but my heart grows sad. 

Please… Just this once…
 Listen to me!
I want the Godly parents 
you used to be! 

Please make me proud of the
parents I once knew.
And know that I really love
and appreciate you.
 
You’re my mom and dad… 
You’re the world to me.
And you’re special to God...
It’s plain to see! 

May your days be blessed and 
God’s presence fill your soul.
I will always love you no matter
where you may go. 

Thanks mom and dad for reading
this “special letter.”
With God on board… 
Things will get better! 

By Jim Pemberton
2007





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Stanley and Dad

Ever since Dad got leukemia, his brother has been by his side.
Stanley is a good brother, that's something that can't be denied.
Stanley is Dad's only sibling, he has no other.
Dad is very lucky to have him for a brother.
Stanley takes Dad to the doctor and even mows his lawn.
If Stanley didn't help my dad, he would be gone.
I would take Dad to the doctor but I'm unable to drive.
Because of Stanley's efforts, Dad is still alive.
Stanley is a caring person, that is a fact.
And that's a statement that I won't retract.

(Dedicated to Stanley Johnson, my uncle.)


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Violin

The father dragged the boy into the room and pushed the violin into his son’s hands. It felt heavy, heavy with the weight of expectations. “You will play beautifully.” He thundered as he turned to leave, “I will not allow you to fail.” “But father,” the boy replied, “I don’t want to play the violin.” “I will lock you in this room until you understand.“ His tone was firm, “I do not want you to regret not being able to play, as I do.” The door was locked. The boy looked at the violin in disgust, he played, and he grew bored. He stared at it as time spilled out. He kicked the door, he shouted for release. There was no reply. The violin mocked him. He hated it, he played again and its tune was different. His father returned, standing in front waiting patiently was the boy, violin in one hand and bow in the other. “I understand now father.” The boy announced. “You can play?” “No”, said the boy, “But I’ll never regret it.”


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I Can Breath Know

I wake up in the night.
I hear the door slam.
I rush out of my room oh it’s the same again
my dad usually goes out for fresh air.
My dad say’s he can’t sleep at night but everyday
that seems strange.
It’s twelve o clock as I suddenly wake up by the 
noise so loud it frightens me.
The noise doesn’t stop it get’s louder.
So I go downstairs and I peep through the window.
It’s my dad holding an axe and hitting the wall.
He is sweating all over but continues to hit the wall.
The wall then cracks like tears falling from a child’s
eye.
The wall slowly crumbles and falls down.
My dad laughs so loud you can hear it.
He drops the axe as I quickly rush upstairs.
I wake up the next morning oh what a wonderful morning I can
breath know.


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Lion King

I was born a child of The Lord of The Jungle
I was loved, the apple of His eye, His joy in a bundle
He had a great plan for me as His child in His circle of life
But, there a lesser power lurked, one of evil and strife

One day he came and took the life of my dad the King
Then turned on me, his plan from the beginning
The kingship, he wanted, so he began to deceive me
He said I was responsible, no good and I was guilty

Feeling more like a rat than one destined and called
I slunk away, head low and on my belly I crawled
Then I ran so far away, that I couldn’t look back
On my calling or son ship, seeing only my lack

I took the identity of my new friends in Accunamatada
I soon forgot where I came from and who was my Father
I forgot who I was, my calling and my true destination
I forgot my enemy and my responsibility to my nation

But my Dad was always with me, without and within
Sent His Helper to me, His comforter and friend
To remind me of who I really was from the beginning
To leave Accunamatada, go home and stop sinning

I’m too far from that life now, that’s too far in the past
I desire no worries now and my new friends are a blast
So He picked up a board and hit my head with a whack!
Said, “No worries my boy, now that whacks in the past!”

See, Scar is a hard taskmaster to your true people today
And the top of the food chain are cowering and afraid
While he has you happy here in Accunamatada Land
Your people are enslaved there by your enemies hand

Turn from your feasting, playing and procrastination
Remember your calling and your true destination
Stop living in complacency here without an scars
While your family is hungry and weary at war

Get up from that couch now and turn off that TV
Your Father is waiting, get down on your knees
Intercede and cry out and show that you care
For your brothers and sisters who suffer out there 

Then I remembered, I was the son of the King
And my brothers and sisters were suffering
I turned around and ran back as fast as i could
I had family to save and save them I would


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Are We Being Driven to God's Elimination


Are We Being Driven to God’s Elimination? In the names of diversity and anti-discrimination. It’s like we’re being driven to God’s elimination! God is being “forced” from many institutions! All in the name of this country’s constitution! We’re told that God and this country must be “separated.” Anything less is what many would call; “discriminated.” Any forms of Godly virtues or values are “torn down.” Any symbol of a cross is often “removed from the town.” It’s no wonder that this country’s in such a big mess! And yet this country wants to be strong and blessed? “What shall the righteous do if the foundations are destroyed?” Meanwhile, the tide of ungodliness, is often “enjoyed.” Those who are trying to remove God! You must beware! His judgment is soon coming! And will catch you unaware! There’s will come a day! When God’s wrath you will endure! The wages of sin is death! This is very true and sure! People may think that removing God is the “thing to do.” Anyone who attempts to do will wind up as “a fool.” Only God can fill the void in life and true love within! Only God has the power to free your soul from sin! The words; “in God we trust,” in our lives must be applied! Everything we’ll ever need… God has supplied! God is this country’s hope! It’s only true foundation! We need HIM right now! To come and heal our nation! By Jim Pemberton


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Adin

When I was just a young lad.
I recall going with my Dad,
To visit older folks in town;
Those who had no family around.
Adin was one we would stop in and see,
A lonely man, much older than either Dad or me.
His "house" was but a one room shack;
Indoor plumbing was one thing it did lack.
A bed, two chairs, and one small table;
As for cooking meals I don't recall if he was able.
He was tall, and gaunt, and very slim,
Yet somehow, I was never afraid of him.
How Dad first met him I do not know.
Had he been a relative, Dad would have told me so.
Don't know what Adin did when he was younger.
Probably some farming to avert hunger.
I don't think he had kids, or a wife, 
But he had endured quite a life!
He died shortly after I left home,
To commence my life out on my own.
I came across his gravestone today, 
And it gave me cause to stop and pray.
Was he a Christian? I haven't a clue!
I'm thankful we did what God enabled us to do.
When a man lives his life, and is nearing the end,
I think, at the least, he deserves a couple of friends!
Do you know someone who is alone?
Take time to visit, and let Christ's Love be shown.
I'm glad for the privilege of knowing this man,
And that,--even then-- I was useable in God's great plan!

                                                              Charlie Pelota HSLP September 12.2009


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A Letter To My Son

My son said;; "Dad... when I move out, 
I'll be able to smoke, drink or chew."
I said; I know son... there'll be many
 things you'll be able to do.

Just remember this one thing....
 before you were my son.
I gave up things in life...
 that  appeared to be "fun."

I did this, so I could be the
 best dad I could be.
I sacrificed a lot for you... and also for me.

I didn't want to be a dad that was 
"hooked on an addiction."
I wanted to be a good example
 and give spiritual nutrition.

I wanted to have a son and
 be proud he was my own.
And desired to have you as part
 of my family and home.

I wanted for God's best in everything you do.
And to let you know how much 
I love and appreciate you.

Very soon... you'll be leaving 
your parents behind.
But you're always in our
 prayers and on our mind.

The word of God we taught you long ago.
Will be with you ... no matter where you may go.

As you go on life's journey.... 
seeking a "new start."
We'll always love you and 
keep you close to our heart!

Love,    Dad

By Jim Pemberton
09/15/09





 


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my last words

I’m sorry I couldn’t be there to see you depart to tell you these three words I hold in my heart, dad I love you in that will never change, you was a great man and one day I wish to be the same, you taught me everything I know and I thank you I just wish you didn’t have to go, I remember back when I was a kid you use to laugh and joke with me that was fun wasn’t it, but remembering things like that just make it harder for me to write this, but your my dad I don’t care what anybody say, I love you so so much I just sorry I have to tell you this way, this man help my family for as long as I could remember going against the rules to make sure we wouldn't suffer, he gave me two people I could call mom and dad for that my love for you will always last I know it’s been a while since we last seen each other, but I know you still look out for me dad I will always love you no matter what mom you was the other half that kept him strong but I guess it was time for him to go home but mom I know you will stay strong because I know you’re a strong woman I will always have you in my prayers and I’m truly am sorry I couldn’t be there I love you mom and dad


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Poverty Solution

Sometimes it seems hard to believe,
But nobody can challenge a truth.

When I was a child and studying,
In a primary school, my elder brother,
Had died, mum didn’t eat 
For three days, I and my brother also,
Didn’t eat anything and pursuing mum,
We shall eat when you do it first. 

My neighbour comes and always said,
Afraid from him, he knows better,
I was unable to understand, why she said,
My elder brother failed and joins me, we were
Classmates there were years until he failed,
And joined a job and missed my company.
After his brother and sister had married,
On her first delivery she fall mentally ill,
Family lost all sources to recover her,
But she is still mentally upset,
Father was only earner, 
And other six were student.

It was a motto to give higher education,
He got a loan and paid back very hardly,
Circumstances was very poor but
We all wore a very good dress.
I passed middle when I eat once a day,
And wore shoes in winter of my mum.

People pointing out to my dad and asks,
Why are you facing poverty? Look at,
Your lads are young, they can do work also,
My dad was seeking their degrees.
Although poverty touched at the top, But
Nobody loosed patience and worked hard.

Poverty can be changed with patience,
If you earn long term education, dad says.


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Dad

Dad, I miss you
You have taught me so very much
When I needed a friend, you taught me how to be one
I skinned my knee, you picked me up, blew away the pain
When I fell from a tree you were there to pick me up
Dad, my dad how I miss you.
When the play ground was full we played alone
Tag..horse back rides...whatever made me happy
Never depend on any man, that's what you told me
I needed advice it was you who told me the truth

Even for the holidays we didn't have very much
But it was you who took a little and made a lot
You were my Santa in a suit just for me
You taught me to respect everyone despite their age
Love will open doors that have been closed for years-
I shall never forget that's what you said.
Because of you Dad I am me- with a lot of pride.
Dad, I miss you!


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My Father's Shoes

Could i ever fill my father's shoes,
I don't know for i never knew the man whom 
belonged to the shoes i was supposed to fill,

He was a nomad, a wanderer no doubt
Its evident for i have brothers and sisters here and about

We've met briefly maybe once or twice
I saw a slight resemblance in the face and the eyes,
sometimes i ponder and i wonder if they wonder as i do
will we ever be able to fill our father's shoes?

You see dad was a drug addict, a playa, a hustler deep in the streets 
for thats where he was a star and performed the most amazing feats,

Like Michael Jordan he got higher than any kite and sometimes 
he made it home some nights and like any provider he did what he had to,
to survive and make ends meet and that in itself  was amazing with all the 
setbacks that came with being a victim of the streets,

So dad i love you even though you gave mom and i the blues
because through all the setbacks, hard knocks and rough times
i'm standing here , a stronger man with a lil room left in your shoes.


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A Child is always a child

I never preferred my dad,
He always objected me,
He doesn’t like my company,
He argues on my smoking and alcohol,
Also minds my late night parties.

But I felt as a puppy at home,
I opposed him and always cried,
This is my life, I know better than you,
You know nothing; he shut the door roughly,
And went out for a while.

Mum always supported me.
She bought new clothes,
Jewellery, make up dressings,
She curled my hairs and taught me,
How to use lipsticks and eyebrows?
I was totally young, 

It seems nice when someone praised me,
But dad argues, this is my learning age,
I don’t need a company of adults.
You need better caring.

But I mind, he behaves why as me enemy?
I failed to understand him,
He was a responsible parent.
He was trying to build my future,
He found it very later when I dig me in the hell.

I was only a child when I got a baby girl,
I lost my freedom and best opportunities,
Burden loaded me sick.
My boy friend never accepted me a partner,
He was already married.

When my father asked me for abortion, 
I abused him a killer, first time,
He said to me, one day you will repent,
This is your terrible mistake.
You lost your path before to walk.

I want to be a Mum,
I never imagined, what is it responsibility?
Why dad objected me, always,
I am a chain smoker and alcoholic,
He never came back to encourage me.


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I failed to distinct

When I were a child,
I never imagined who pays for my feed.
My fellows sometimes whispered,
God feeds to everyone.
But always,
When my dad comes late night home,
He feels tiredness,
Mum boils water for him,
He takes bath,
And changes his clean dress,
Before to enjoy a family delicious meal,
Mum home cooked that.

After Dinner,
He prepares his notes,
I was strange sometimes,
When he changes his glasses,
And fill the line columns.
I found it later,
Why he prepares his note work.
He adds all expenditures,
And counts figures,
When he adds wrongfully,
He asked Mum, Bring me a new calculator,
’Tomorrow’.

Remember, You bought very light colour and small Numeric,
Don’t repeat your mistake this time.
Also he adds,’ we have little shortage this time,
And he warns to Mum,
About her frugal spending thrift.
It will not be sufficient to book holiday,
If you didn’t control extra pennies,
Pennies, why is he always after them? I think.
I found many times from the ground,
When we walk to shopping in the market.
I was always annoyed, 
‘When he refused to buy my choice’.

Sometimes, I complaint,
Mum, My friend’s dad is very gentle.
He always buys new toys and clothes for them, 
But my dad ! 
‘We always afraid to go with him for shopping’.
I remember,’ Mum bought a new dress for him,
When we were celebrating his birthday,
He also refused not to celebrate him,
Why does he do that? I think,
He always was a good saver.
He spends every penny for me my sister,
He was skilled to cut the worry web.

Times never remain same,
One day came when I was also Dad,
It was little hard to run a family on delivery dates,
When wages seems always short.
Who doesn’t like to celebrate happiness?
My son got his birthday,
Sometimes, hiddenly, I got money from my Mum,
I observed,’ Dad never speaks a word,
Every person is a good manager. I cannot say,
A degree of management cannot change domestic nature,
Few people are not literate, but they are good responsible,
But literates are not always cooperative.

Time is a brilliant master,
A man learns through when he acrossed himself,
I never imagined, how is hard to run a family?
Not only family, also our life,
In the olden days, I always go to see my dad and Mum,
They were near and far,
I send a bouquet of flowers to them on their days.
They wrote me a lovely card,
I still remember their advises,
They always care for their children.
I failed to distinct,
Who was the saviour of my Life?