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Details | Free verse | |

She Hulk

When I was a child I only ever wanted to be strong.
I wanted to be able to compete with the boys
and when I foot raced them at recess I won every time.
They called me ‘She Hulk’ because of my muscular frame
and from the way I only ever wore soccer t-shirts and sweat pants.
After that nickname was implanted into my brain like a growing weed,
I’ve only ever wanted to be feminine.
I started wearing skirts and dresses 
and in middle school they shrieked at the site of my makeup and done up hair.
But that weed inside of my mind only grew, and grew, and grew
until I became a mixed drink cocktail
with one part anorexic and two parts lonely,
because I thought that the definition of feminine began with the word frail.
No one ever realizes how greatly words affect us,
how a simple nickname can turn a pretty girl into a skeleton.
I stood at five foot two weighing seventy nine pounds,
so cold and frozen,
yet I still considered myself a ‘She Hulk.’
You could see my ribcage through my t-shirt
and my spinal cord protruded loudly through my weathered skin,
as if somehow my bones were dirty knives
just trying to cut through the flesh of judgment.
As I grew older I became the girl that was never enough.
Not good enough to speak poetry.
Not good enough to lay paint on a canvas.
Not good enough.
Not tall enough.
Not big enough boobs for them.
Not primped to perfection.
Not undeniably straight.
Not smart enough.
Not dumb enough.
Not ditsy enough.
Not cool enough or fun enough.
And I began to believe, too, that I wasn’t enough.
I never told my mother that I had been in madly in love with a girl.
I never told anyone about the night we first kissed 
because I was too vulnerable for the judgment.
And parents always justify saying that ‘kids will be kids’
But when we are kids our brains are still growing
and the smallest of seeds that get planted will one day bloom
into one giant regret,
will one day affect the choices that we make,
will one day influence us about the clothes that we wear,
will one day shape us into the person who we thought we would never be.
I only ever wanted to be strong,
and as a child I thought strength was only about being able
to lift a bar stool above your head.
I thought that strength was only about being able
to beat the boys in bare foot running races.
I was told that strength was something only
a man could have.
But as I’ve grown older I’ve realized that strength
isn’t about muscle at all,
but it’s about weakness,
and the ability to overcome the social anxiousness.
It’s about carrying around a lifetime of baggage
on your broken back
because the ones that kicked you when you were down
are going to be the ones that were  ultimately wrong.
I thought that the definition of woman 
began with the word disappointment.
And I became a mixed drink cocktail
with one part freedom
and two parts Sailor Jerry
because every girl needs a stiff drink once and awhile.
We are not disappointments.
We will never be the ones who gave up on hope.
We will never be the ones who gave up on each other,
or god,
or our mothers.
We will always be enough;
enough for the ones who shunned us 
enough for the ones that cursed us
enough for the ones the hurt us
and destroyed us
and beat us when we were covered in bruises.
But you see, bruises fade
and the scars of our flesh are only stories
things we have overcame
and there are things out there that we will overcome.
When I was a child, I only ever wanted to be strong.
I hid my vulnerability.
I hid the parts of me that were true.
I never told my mother about my girlfriend
because I was afraid she wouldn’t understand,
kind of like all those people who never understood 
just how much words effect us. 
I can’t say that I can beat the boys at foot races anymore,
because, well, I smoke cigarettes now.
And I can’t say that the nickname of my childhood didn’t affect me.
But I take that name now and embrace it.
Because I am strong.
I am the ‘she hulk’.
I am a mixed drink cocktail
with three parts greatful.


Details | Rhyme | |

UNSELFISH LOVE

I was blessed to know a woman in my life
Who faced hard times, struggle, and strife.
A Chinese immigrant, she came from a poor town
Lost her husband, was kept from her daughter, but not kept down.

She had three other children who were born here
Getting them a better life was her biggest fear.
She had to fend for herself and them alone you see,
Speaking little of the language in this foreign country.

But, she had always lived a determined life
So she fought back...with a fork and a knife.
She opened a restaurant in a small community
Where her gracious manner made her friends instantly.

Her children would grow up in town with new friends
The restaurant she opened was the mean to her ends.
She worked very hard...sometimes eighteen hours a day
She never complained because that was her way.

Her life's expectations knew more successes sublime
The restaurant grew...one egg roll at a time.
She once told me of the anxiety she felt at the money she'd spent...
Laughing said, "My uncle said sell 2 qts of Chop Suey/Day...you've got the rent."

She was a woman who chose kindness as she felt had to her been shown
To people far and near her generosity was known.
She was thankful that she had the opportunity
To give back with love rather than animosity.

I first met her over some 30 years back
She struck me from the that moment as a person who had the knack
To make others feel at home though strangers they be
She certainly did, because she did it to me.

I still remember her caring for me...it was shown
Once caught in a blizzard, she opened her home.
So often was there a path to this woman's door
Though she stood, less than 5 foot 4.

Her heart was as big and wonderful as one would want
An earthly angel, she was heaven sent.
Though her health began to wane later in life
She never gave in to that world of strife.

Her eyesight began to fail and it was difficult for her to see
But that didn't stop her or her generosity.
She loved people and filled everyone with cheer
Ever thankful that she had had a life here.

Though she is gone I'll never forget her face
Or her love of life, devotion to family, and unstoppable pace.
To me I'll ever be thankful to have had the joy
Of calling her "Ma" ... ONE IN A MILLION~was Connie Moy!

1st Place Winner - "One in a Million" Poetry Contest


Details | Free verse | |

SOMEWHERE ALONG HER HANDS


' '''''''' ' '' Somewhere a hand is reading out loud a Dickinson, a leather-worn journal recording daily life’s soirees, memorizing rain and shielding little girl’s eyes from the blasting words of the sun. Somehow someone reaches from darkness to drive the shadows that meet the body of her child: trembling with excitement or fear, sliding tender fingers on the back; parts the arms like wind that rushes in all seasons to reveal the lush, delicious landscape of summer ; then rubs the elbow down the forearm to greet the cheeks with a kiss and watches while the hands move back without help or guidance from the daughter sleeping. ~ Somewhere a mother, grandmother, godmother, stepmother, or mother nature weeps over love’s broken child; uses her hair to bandage the wound on the youth’s head …unfolds her hands from prayer to widen the window of angel psalms pressing her lips into alleys of the sapling’s mouth: a tear transforms her from receiving to giving. ..and she feels without seeing the last light of the night; lit for the heart of those who witness its extinguishing * Somewhere death’s chariot prepares for a long journey, away from the living: pack the roses from tomb to womb, remove the thorns for gracious sake, like knives that pierce the heart of loved ones who cannot move on, pulling the orchards over her head; a name whispered in every fireplace she flamed * * And somehow tonight, I hear her stir, still clinging to the waning voice of the hours; she bequeaths stars I will inherit until she, at last succumbs to wispy bliss. And I, a sighing child must tell her: “ Wake up, you've been in bed so long, Mother, you should not be sleeping…” ~ © ........ .... ........ *with love to my Mom who had passed on* Gautami Phookan's Poet lll Contest by nette onclaud


Details | Quatrain | |

The Whispered Song

The warrior lays her weary head, 
With heavy heart she cannot bear, 
Burning tears stream down her face, 
As whispered memories touch the ear.

Her armour tarnished by remorse, 
Her battle-cry a wimpered row, 
Her wounds, of which bleed solitude, 
Will never know forgiveness now.

The song began two score ago, 
When two came knocking at her door, 
In need of refuge from the world, 
Of that, and love, and little more.

Forced to fight for every smile, 
Her only solace found in song, 
She longed for love to rescue her, 
And plant her where she could belong.

Jealous tongues are seldom kind, 
Self-seeking hearts know nought of love, 
The caged canary only sings, 
When coaxed to praise from up above.

For the steely spine that now I own, 
Forever shall I grateful be, 
A gift from her, and from her own. 
Courage mounted inwardly.

I'll not forget how I have loved thee, 
And youthful memories I will prize, 
Til on the shore of His forgiveness, 
Whereto now, we both shall rise.



Details | I do not know? | |

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.


Details | Dodoitsu | |

White Wedding

Confetti flutters the sky
A bride dressed in pearly white
Footprints pave bright virgin snow
Steps to her future


Details | Narrative | |

Passing On of Little Bee, Ojibway, Thunder Bay

Little Bee, Deaamoo, grandmother of the Crane Clan, lies staring. The light of 
winter’s first full moon falls into the room. Through a ghostly haze of tobacco and 
sage smoke, she sees her loved ones. One withered hand clasps a cowrie shell, 
mee-ghis, tightly to her heart and in the other she holds a small dreamcatcher for 
her youngest granddaughter Little Aamoo. Strands of gray white hair escape from 
her braids which trail down beside her bird-frail form touching the fringe of her 
parting dress. Her clan has been in the sweat lodge praying for her safe journey 
home, some appear red-cheeked; others are a pale as the shades of her 
ancestors.  It is the end of her days, a time for passing on.

Outside of the house near the fringe of balsam pine a circle of stones are laid, each 
one blessed and bringing an anchoring comfort to man, lodged between earth, and 
sky. The four directions are marked and her way west is clear for her. Soon, she will 
ask loved ones to lay here amongst the gifts laid for Pacugu, The Great horned Owl, 
near the spirit house.

The veil is thin now between this world and the next. The smoke branches upward, 
showing the way to sky world where Gichi Manidoo waits. The songs are being sung 
for her now. The Shaman’s rattle is crisp and clear. All about her is beauty. Drums 
keep the beat of her heart. They wait. Remembering one last story, she calls her 
family to her, she must leave them with all the knowledge she has. "Ah, what was 
that story? Well, that is not for you." 





Details | Free verse | |

My Son Moon and Star

            My Son Moon and Star ~

        Approaching the celebration of his Birth 
                cherishing the gift I received 
           within weeks of conception I knew
            something amazing was in Creation ~

            the Stars held a party
            sending me with one of their own  
    Gazing at 3 shooting stars twinkling crossing the sky   
       It was magic  It was destiny taking its flight.  

           In love with an October full moon 
               drawing and painting I liked 
             thinking of Vincent Van Gogh ~
                caught in a loss of time 

          Hours going by as choosing my color  
           a wittness to three falling stars 
             A clear night sky sparkle's
           A once Famous Star was sent 
            inspiring the tiny child inside ~ 

           Never a doubt in my mind at all     
       child bearing was worth any pain received
      yours will be in a pursuit of a dream ~
             one to cherish and hold
          My Son was born the following August ~

    working on the set of Grimm 3rd season this year  
         as the set of Leverage for 3 years .

              Has done a Indie movie here  
             In Paris it was seen and honored
             coming soon filmed in Portland ~
                 "The House of Last Things "

        awaiting the credits , you will see
                        
    1st Assistant Director ~ production assistant 
   
                 My Young Lion Mans dream ~
        A proud mom I watch every show and the credits 

        as foretold in a whisper to me 25 years ago
              My Son &  Moon and Star  
               A name you will all know ~

            Happy Birthday to my creative Son
             you will exist in my heart forever~
                        and thereafter               
                             Mom


Details | Sonnet | |

Gratitude

The pool grows green through the leaf cover.
Large pears hang upon ancient tree.
Mocking Bird sings chanting to his lover;
As the dew sparkles, like water in the sea.

Crepe Myrtle has turned red how time has passed.
Moma admired some trees said they were pretty.
Daddy dug up  a few runners, oh! memories from past.
In most things, think of daddy how witty__

Daddy brought (them) here to brighten moma's life
To give her something pretty to enjoy.
Today I enjoy them, this is reallife.
Now as I look at them they are my buoy

Clouds are coming in hiding the sun rays
But their light and life brightens my days_

For Nancy's contest;

Contest name: Gratitude


Details | Free verse | |

Grandpa's Wink

One night I was trying to put a wide-awake and unruly child to bed.
She slipped, and slid, and giggled as she ran everywhere else instead.
But then I finally caught her as she climbed upon her Daddy’s lap.
He ask her why she wouldn’t go to sleep and monsters is what he got.
So Daddy told her a bedtime story that calmed her down at last.
His chair sat by the windows, where he could see the sky.
She’d noticed that he sat there nightly starring at those stars.
He told her to look for one that winked for it was Grandma saying good night.
Another one would be Grandpa who would take her cares to heart.
And one would be her Guardian Angel to keep her safe at night.
But the best of all would be God who would be there to plot her daily course.
Then look at all the twinkling ones…. They are the Angels as they rejoice.
And the Aurora Borealis is the music to those stars.
Now listen very carefully, and watch with all your heart…
And you will see you’re not alone in your bedroom late at night.
For how can you be alone with so much going on just for you?
Then Daddy gently picked her up and took her off to bed.
Now she wouldn’t go to sleep unless the curtains were open this night instead.

Then years later I was listening as she put her own precious wee one to bed…
And you will never guess… She said exactly what her father had said…
I went back to that old chair and thanked her Daddy for his wisdom thru the years…
And as I looked upon the stars… he winked good night to me, I’m sure…


Details | Free verse | |

Woman, The I Am

I am the woman. I am the only woman. I am the one woman. My name is Women. I nurse nations at my breast. Ripened bosoms set loins afire. Life spews forth from my parted thighs. Astride they clamp and drain desire. Lips, that part as seas once did, Guiding the yearning with silent voice. Plump and moist, they quench the arid Voices singing their grateful rejoice. My blood flows red, and rich, and warm. Tears stream rivulets borne of joy and sorrow. A rib once lost, hath given no reason to mourn I am perfected, I will lead all tomorrow. Woman, is my name. Woman, I am the one. Woman, I am the only one. Woman, the I am.


Details | Acrostic | |

Waiting

Mountains crumble no more to be 
Oceans of woe since you left me 
Thunder rolls and my heart it breaks 
Humbly life ends, my soul it quakes 
Everlasting grief with no mend  
Reminds me daily, it will not bend

Inconceivable, this pain I bear

My love's not gone, together we'll share 
In lasting glory at Jesus' feet 
Serenity and grace, oh how sweet 
Salvation unites on heaven's shore

Yesterday's gone, tomorrow brings more 
Only a moment in time we wait 
Until we meet at heaven's gate


Details | Rhyme | |

Mother

Mother, you're the lighthouse
That illuminates my path
Mother, Your the advisor,
and consoler of my wrath

Mother, you're the toothpaste,
that keeps my language clean
Mother, your the glasses
that keep my vision keen

Mother, you're the walking cane
that guides me along the way
Mother, you're the crimson rose
I stop to smell each day

Mother, you're the safety pin
when things won't come together
Mother, you're my rainbow
right after stormy weather

I thank God for all you do
and what you mean to me
I love you Mom, I always will
For all eternity


Details | Free verse | |

Die alone and born again

The man with the plastic bug in his head
monopolized my dreams last night
in the place that the horsefly of my dignity
finally surrender to the impresario without a fight.

Seven days and 7 hours transplanted in my memorabilia
reminding the rustiness of the purple child
flatterers danced beneath the clouds of melancholy
and morality spreader the master plan inside my mind.

The disinheritance of my immortality the final day
discouraged my desire to see the forbidden love
restored my will to escape
manipulated the deep of the uncertainty above.

Released from the plastic bug in my head
try to cover my yellow child in the purple sky
laughing,singing,whispering,playing
seven days and seven hours before he dies.


Details | Rhyme | |

A Mother's Love

A Mother’s Love… How precious is the love of a mother’s heart! Even as a child… It’s there from the start. A mother’s love knows no boundary or limit. It’s often shown by how much the mother gives it! Whether her children are young or growing old… And whatever circumstances in life may unfold. Her love is continually a solid foundation… That can’t be removed, torn or shaken. Her love is what is a guiding force. Even if her children’s lives stray off course. I’m thankful for the love my mother’s given… It’s surely influenced the way I’ve been livin’! To all of our mothers across our great nation… May we show them our love and appreciation! Their love has stood and endured the test of time… I’m so glad that one of them is MINE! By Jim Pemberton


Details | I do not know? | |

God's Plan

All I can do is wonder. 
I'll never really know. 
OI'll never get to hug her, 
and she'll never see me grow.
When I wake up tommorrow, 
this nightmare won't be gone.
I'll never have what I took for granted, 
a chance to know my Mom. 

I know I shouldn't cry, 
because that won't bring her back.
It doesn't make up for the emptiness
or the love that I lack.
I'm almost grown up now.
I did it all by myself.
But I can't help but wish
I could be like everyone else.

I'm excluded from some "special bond"
and memories to be shared.
When all I ever asked for
was to have someone who cared.
The tearstains on my pillow
outnumber memories.
The only way I know her
is to see her in my dreams.

Daddy said she loved me,
but God called her home.
I don't know why he took her, 
the only Mom I'd ever known.
I guess he has a hidden plan, 
a reason I can't see.
I'm waiting for it to come together
and work out okay for me. 

I hope I'll understand some day
just what God has in mind. 
So no matter how much I miss my mother
I'll follow God's plan and be alright.


Details | Couplet | |

Our Grandmother's Blessings

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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


Details | I do not know? | |

Moments with Momma--Soon again Shall be

As I look upon my Life
Moment I Treasure
With Love there is no measure

Precious in True
Moment with Momma
Yes.. was very few

Memo a long car ride
But then when I was four
Taken away.. 
but yet.. I always prayed
I would get to see.. 
My Momma.. once more...

Then when I was Ten..
I got to see her again
I got to spend
A Precious few years

Then was promised
Into marriage
At age of Sixteen
Away went the moment
Time and between
But as I prayed
Someday
Again.. I shall get to spend
Precious moment with my Momma

I memo the day
I said.. to Momma.. I can't wait
Till Jesus comes to take us home
I pray.. Momma that we together shall see
Precious moments of God's Glory
Then my Momma smiled at me
And said.. she hoped it would be too
But her time.. here soon be-threw
I said.. Oh.. Momma.. we then together shall be
Changed in a twinkle of an eye.. 
we together.. shall meet the Lord in the sky
I pray He comes.. before this day is done
Then my momma smiles..
Sweeet smile.. then she said
I won't be here.. for I shall be gone away
to be by our lords side.. 
But on that day
You my dear.. Shall be
With all Eyes.. shall surely see..
His Glorious moment 
Of His Appearing
 
Then tis be
I did get to see
God granted me
Such Precious moments
Tho may have been a Few
But seeing within her face 
twas such a-glow 
I know.. 
Tis of God's Divine Grace

Momma is Jewel
Precious and sweeet
Treasure's of Light 
God's tool.. complete
Last few moments..
Ever so Precious in sight

Tho.. tis soon.. I know..
As pray.. shall be.. 
Spend.. Precious moments again
Forever In Eternity
Jesus.. Glorious Moment 
Time soon be.. 
His Divine Appearing

Come to Jesus.. Time is Now at Hand

God's Glorious Appearing
Soon shall be.. For all Eyes to see

Where tis You and Your Loved one's Shall be?
Come to Jesus.. tell your Loved ones too
Then You all.. shall Spend in Eternity together
With Our Savior.. Forever

Dedicated.. My Precious.. Momma "I Love You"


Details | Lyric | |

Oh' Sweet Mother Of Mine

Where have you gone Sweet Mother Of Mine
To that Wonderful Sparkling City
Paved with Golden Streets
And Pearly Gates
Where You'll Shed No More Tears
And have No Fears
Oh' Sweet Mother Of Mine

Thru brilliant stars Your soul did fly
Across that Heavenly sky
To join the Heavenly Host of Angelical Beings
In search of that Ivory Coast
To plant Your Spiritual Feet
With Jesus Christ our Lord and Saviour
Oh' Sweet Mother Of Mine

To visit with Loved Ones
Who've gone Home before You
Must be a Sweet Reunion Indeed
Just a few short days and I shall join You
From the Cradle to the Grave
Oh' Sweet Mother Of Mine



Details | Rhyme | |

Just Reach

just reach your hand out to the sky
pull your loved ones back to your side

lets get to say one more goodbye
for we never wanted them to go away and die

as now the days and nights lay 
in such sweet disguise

so let us once again our lord
stare into their illumating eyes

as we reach out for them 
in your broad horizon sky

and get to hold and kiss them
even if their not by our sides

for if this is however feels when we die
then I'd like to be that angel in that sky

so I can just reach out right back
and wipe their tears too from their eyes



Tribute To Our Loved Ones
On The Other Side
May You All RIP


Details | Rhyme | |

A Walk To Remember

The walk to the grave
Of my adopted mother
Took everything for me to be brave

Standing there and listening
To what the minsiters said
About the life she had been living

The deeds she had done while here
Meals she had prepared for many
How people thought her a dear

This walk is a walk to remember
Can I walk in the steps
The steps in life she rendered


Details | Concrete | |

Woman

                                          
                                           VVV
                                          I I I
                                       XXX
                                     EEE
                                  NNN
                                         P VV
                                     A    II
                                   S     XX
                                  S      EE
                                I        NN
                                O        F
                                 N     O
                                      X
               Vixen    doll
         B                 
         E
         A                  Hot
         U               Shot
         T            Mama
          I          Not Afraid
          F      At All
         U     To
         L      Be Free
         l         With             
        a          Her
        d           Sexuality
       y               Dangerous
      w               m  Curviest
      i                 a      Thing you’ve
     l                  k          Ever Seen
   d                 e              Self-Esteem
                      s                 Is higher than
                     M                  Mountains
                    E                     Love flows deeper
                   N                       Surges Greater 
                  c                          Than any river
                  r                            Emotions as unchanging as the sea
                a                             Modern Day
               z                           Super Hero
              y                          Working hard
           W                         Daily
          I                         To defeat
      L                      Sexual Inequalities
  D                  Worthy of stealing
                 Any man’s fancy
               Vivacious
             Sensuous
           Respect the
          Woman
        Woman
        Woman
       The Women
        In Our
          Society
           Please
              


[Dedicated to the Women, the strong, the brave, the merciful]
[The Mothers, the Daughters, the Wives]
[ the women who make up our lives]


Details | I do not know? | |

Mama

Mama is in the arms of Jesus;
how comforting to me
Mama is in the arms of Jesus
she is where I am longing to be
Mama is in the arms of Jesus
she feels no sorrow or pain Mama is in the arms of Jesus
she'll never walk on this earth again
Mama is in the arms of Jesus
He is her Heavenly Dad
Mama is in the arms of Jesus
I will cherish each moment we had


Details | I do not know? | |

Whore

Comforting self destruction
Ice thawed by blood
Soul torn apart
Heart trampled in the mud
Innocent little life 
Trying to find its way
Child with no father
Cries the day away
Love without reason
Life without hope
See the blooming soul inside
Smell the burning dope
Pain that's been felt
Many times before
All because of one
Skanky little whore


Details | I do not know? | |

Late in the Midnight Hour

I am Midnight
Because late in the midnight hour
Is when I gain my power
I grab a pen 
And let the turmoil within 
Escape.
Giving relief to another caper, 
Another day in the life
Of a single black mother
Trying to live 
Without strife
But instead 
Striving to be 
Something better something more
Not for me 
But for they that rely on me
My boy and my girl
Late in the midnight hour
Is when I gain my power
I let the tears flow
So much its like a thunder shower
As the river of my soul starts to overflow
I hear God’s voice
I feel HIS touch
I know He loves me so very much
He tells me
“My child, I know this is hard, 
But nothing I give is to much to bear.
Scream all you want I’m always here.”
And as I cleanse my soul
And slowly gain control
I know it’s only 
HIS hand I can hold
Late in the midnight hour
Is when my God
My Lord, My Savior
Gives me the power 
With HIS endless grace and mercy
After cleansing me 
To go another day
Pick up another toy
Share another joy
Wash another dish
Receive another kiss
Have an argument and fight
Squeeze my babies really tight
Late in the midnight hour
Is when all us 
Single mothers
Gain our power.



Details | Rhyme | |

Because You Answered Yes

My head's up in the clouds
I'm walking on air
Thinking about you
Without a single care

'Cuz nothing else matters
Except for you and me
What we want to happen
And who we want to be

Am I to excited
Getting ahead of myself
I know another broken heart
Is not good for my health

I probibly need to calm down
Maybe take a rest
All these feelings happening
Because you answered yes


Details | Rhyme | |

"MOTHER TODAY IS ALL ABOUT YOU!!!"

Mother today is all about you
Every words I'm about to say is true
So first I want to start by saying I love you.
My sweet precious Mother
You're geniune,and like no other.
I often thank God for you
And for all you done,and all you still do.
You're more than a Mother,you're my deariest friend
I know in my heart your love will never end.
On this special day,  your Retirement
I hope you have lots of excitement.
My Mother is the friendiest,sweetist person I know
And it's proven by the actions that she show.
She worked hard all of her life,so many years
Stayed strong,and shedding very few tears.
My Mother has taught me alot
And there;s so much love,and respect for you I've got.
She always tell me right from wrong
Her words lift me up so I'll stay strong.
Having you as my Mother is a great pleasure
All the days of my life you'll be the 1 I treasure.


Details | I do not know? | |

Memories

You think I don't remember all the nights of endless yelling
The fighting and the bickering it seemed like there was never an ending

I know you don't know but I remember it all
The beatings you took as he pulled you up and down the hall

I hated you for not leaving him you could of made things better
But no you stayed with that jerk and we had to suffer

When you finally did it I didn't exactly let you know then 
But I saw something change in you I think you knew you didn't let him win

I know you say you did it for us but there was also a part of it
You had to do for yourself to know never again he would have the last hit

You've went from a woman who only struggled with her sins
To the mother I can only strive everyday to have half the pride she carries with in

You've shown me that I can conquer anything that is thrown my way
So I'm waiting, I'm ready come what may

So if you think you can control me sorry you better think again
Cause now I know I don't have to stay shes taught me that I can win


Details | Rhyme | |

This poem is my own recovery from Valium O Little White Tablet

‘0 LITTLE WHITE TABLET’

O little white tablet, how I hate you,
I was only 21 years old, when introduced to you.
You looked so innocent, so white, so pure.
I was told you were the answer to everything,
(The cure)
No-one told me, when they introduced me to 
the rest of your family, the yellow and the blue.
The blue being five times stronger than you.
No-one told me of the dangers you held within.
Of all the pain I would have to go through, all the suffering.
No-one told me. YOU would rob me, of eighteen 
years of my life.
That I would be unable to function properly,
as a Mother and Wife.
No-one told me, I would get addicted to you.
Of all the pain and suffering, I would
have to go through.
To get you out of my system, alone took two years. 
Two more years of heartbreak, many, many tears.
Then to find out, I had Agoraphobia.
Several more years, destroyed by fear.
Which a lot of people, say is caused by you.
Not being able to go out, far or near.
Hurting all the ones, I loved so dear.
O little white tablet, how I hate you.
But in the end I was the winner Not you.

This poem refers to prescribed drugs


Details | Free verse | |

Message to Mom on Graduation Day

Mom...

   words cannot express how I feel right now....
   I just want to thank you for all you have done for me....
   I do not know where I would be today....
   if you where not there as my crutch when I needed you most....
   you are the most understanding & caring person in the world....
   to have and to love as a mother....
   I thank my prayers from the good Lord up above....
   for the prayers that were answered for the man I have become today....
   I wish all parents were as supportive as you have been to me....
   to talk when we need too stay quiet when we need too....
   thank you for the life you have given me....
   and the direction that you have led me in....
   I will cherish all the memories, advice, & love you have given me....
   forever and always....
   
   Thank you
   
   I love you Mom.
   I love you.

Kevin Ryan Hansen
11/07/98
Revised 10/12/06


Details | Rhyme | |

A Mother's Love


A Mother’s Love… How precious is the love of a mother’s heart! Even as a child… It’s there from the start. A mother’s love knows no boundary or limit. It’s often shown by how much the mother gives it! Whether her children are young or growing old… And whatever circumstances in life may unfold… Her love is continually a solid foundation… That can’t be removed, torn or shaken. Her love is what is a “guiding force…” Even if her children’s lives stray “off course.” I’m thankful for the love my mother’s given… It’s surely influenced the way I’ve been livin’! To all of our mothers across our great nation… May we show them our love and appreciation! Their love has stood and endured the test of time… I’m so glad that one of them is MINE! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Ballade | |

Grandparents

Grandparents

Grandparents they be two lights
Who may lead to wisdoms door.
For hopefully they've lived their lives
And made that journey to the core
And found the jewel buried there
Beneath the shades of sorrow.
And now these two be living life
No past and no tomorrows.

They be a pool within a desert
Where the grass grows lush and green.
A cool place where the kids drop in
To breath in air that's more serene.
They will be gentle, sweet, but stern
{If the need for this comes up}
But mostly kids look on these folk
To over fill the loving cup.

And when these ancient ones depart
And through the golden gates do stroll
The power that rules these mighty realms
{Once the aids have weighed the soul}
Will send them down as spirit folk
To help folks lives to flow
before they enter Earth again
To gain another chance to grow.


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"


Details | I do not know? | |

Happy Mother's Day--God's Blessings to all Women--Your Mother and Mine

Your Mother and Mine
Tis Every woman
Whomsoever helps 
Any children.. anytime

Looks after them
Fixes and gives
them something to eat
Cleans them up... 
to smell sweet

helping them to live
and grow.. 
guiding their ways
Edifying thier lives
Within these earthly days

Your Mother and Mine
Always spending their time
Taking care of any children..
Giving from within their hearts
So Children can go on living
 
helping with childs needs
Fixing up 
their skinned-up knees
helping them 
with their broken hearts
Wiping away tears.. 
helping them cope with fears
Watching them 
grow through the years

As there are many women
Within this world.. Care-giving
Whom is Your Mother.. and Mine
Even some  have children of their own
Some are Grandmothers.. Aunts.. 
Teachers, Preachers, Doctors, Nurses
Any Women.. whom gives tender-love
Even women of the neighborhood tis Mothers

All the women whom tend.. 
to look after any children
whom go out of their way
bringing compassion with smiles 
giving many children..  Love everyday

God's Blessings are giving 
within the hearts of many women
Whom choose to be.. for many children
even when they have their own..
These women are tis as I see..
God's Blessings.. of Many Mothers

There are many children
Whom seek so many women out
Whom they choose to call.. them their Mother
Whom shows them Love.. Tenderheartedly giving
For I know.. this without a doubt
For many children come to my house
They.. as All Children are.. Blessings
God gives in many ways.. all women Blessings of Children

Your Mother and Mine
Children say this to me all the time
Motherly Love.. is giving by God above 

Happy Mother's Day!!! 
To All Women.. 
Even Mother's as Mine whom already gone to Heaven.. 

Dedicated to You.. Momma.. 
as You always be.. My Mother 
and many.. You had given Love.. Tenderheartedly unto
Tis be.. Your Mother and Mine...
                                                 "I Love Momma"


Details | Verse | |

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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Details | Verse | |

Birds Of The Same Feather Flock Together

Birds of the same feather always flock together


A fool fools those who can be fooled
A thief roams the streets with his fellow thieves
The miserable saddens those who allow themselves to be miserable
The naive are played by those who are naive of karma
The materialism catches those who are materialistic
The disrespectful hurt those who have no self respect
The aggressively insecure intimidate those who are submissively insecure
The fake trick those who are inexperience of faking
The dumb roll with the most dumbest

If you are either happy, successful, humble, educated or anything positive; make sure you flock with the feather that's most positive and important to you. 

KNOW YOUR WORTH; You cannot exchange gold for stones, that's making a foolish loss. Positivity is always an addition(+)  not a subtraction (-).  If you are subtracting, don't be suprised if your life turns out to be mostly negative.

IMPATIENCE is the mother of all COMPROMISE, that's why people flock with the wrong people, don't let it catch you..

THE EYEZ are easily fooled, all that glitters isn't gold (things can be gold plated too), so carefully check things. As They say "FOOLS RUSH IN WHERE ANGELS FEAR TO TREAD."

NOTHING IS CONSTANT; Money comes and goes, the famous become infamous, friendships ends, beauty fades, people pass away etc. Do not rely on external things to make you happy, once they are gone you will awaken from your dream. Internal happiness is constant; the externall should just make you happiER. Humble yourself and know reality.

INEXPERIENCE is the mother of all REGRET. Life is a journey of experience, never make the same mistake twice. At best surround yourself with the most wise (listen and consider their counsel) so not to make mistakes at all.

THE GUT INSTINCT, if it doesn't feel right it probably isn't. You have either compromised too much for to little or you are blinded or you put ur happiness on external forces which are not constant or you are inexperienced in the ways of life.

ITS ALL IN THE MIND, remember to CONTROL IT, TRAIN IT and to ACT IT OUT and watch yourself rise to a different level in your life.

WAKE UP; a bird who flocks with the wrong birds wakes up sooner than later and flies to his kind of feather.

THE MESSAGE; a bird that flocks to you with patience, sincerity, passion and unconditional love is definitely for keeps because they are  worth more than gold.


BY HUSSEIN FARAH
Written 24/02/2012


Details | Free verse | |

Love Never Fades

There's a little history to this particular poem. I know I wrote it when I was 11 or 12 years old. I wrote it for my Grandma Dorabel, who is today 90 years old. I also wrote it for my uncle John who had been taking care of her at the time; I didn't want to leave him out so I put on the letter: For Grandma Dee and Uncle John! I wrote this short little poem along with a drawing of a cat and some flowers. However, I actually never sent the picture to her! My parents and I must have forgotten to send! To me that was unacceptable! I thought to myself today when I found the picture, I must send it now! The picture is now on its way to her, so I am happy she will at last receive it. 

---------------------------- You can send me a bouquet of flowers, You can order me a box of chocolates, You can buy me a fancy outfit, But flowers don't last, Chocolates eventually disappear, Outfits get out of style, Yet Love never fades, And it's the most precious gift of all


Details | Rhyme | |

Did The Lord Build Your House

Did The Lord Build Your House? This house of ours is “plain.” But is still standing. We’re “simple folks...” By many people’s understanding… We may not have much of what is “socially appealing”… But we have love in our hearts. And this is a good feeling! We may not be “wrapped up” in much of this world’s entertainment. But we seek God’s peace and a desire for contentment. We, as a family, have one purpose and “calling” in mind. To seek God’s ways of being merciful and kind… Each day we pray with much thankfulness in our hearts… For this is where happiness and gratitude starts! We’re thankful to the Lord for his unfailing grace… And for keeping us together in this special place… We’re blessed to have a God who is truly worth finding. His word in our lives is precious and worth memorizing! “Unless the Lord builds the house, they labor in vain that build it!” God must rule and reign… So his love can completely fill it! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Elegy | |

A Vision

I see her pale white flowing gown,
her imagery, her frown,
her silver thinning hair,
her paper like wrinkled skin.

Feeling quite frightful,
but no overtaking fear,
of this vision floating through the air,
and not going in to despair.

Trying to awaken my consciousness,
for I must be comatosed,
surely I am not in the living world,
my head must be in the cloud's.

I wake up in a sweat,
not knowing what has just happened,
it all seems so surreal,
do I stand in judgement or appeal.

Piecing together my thought processes,
was it a dream or a reality,
wishing, thinking of my grandmother looking ocer me,
sending me a sense of peace and calm.

I will stay with that thought,
that beautiful vision,
of my grandmothers mission,
to deliver peace and harmony to a muddled head.


Details | Rhyme | |

HAPPY MOTHERS DAY

Your first born son tried to put in words
The things he feels inside
Memories, warmth, and wisdom
And the kind of love you cannot hide.

He took a pen and paper
His thoughts he tried to steer
As he thought about his blessed mom
His eyes began to tear.

He wrote about your beauty
A woman of amazing grace
How you could bring great comfort
Just with a smile upon your face.

He spoke of your loving kindness
And all the sweet things you do
Thinking and serving others
Even when you're feeling blue.

You know he'd love to be there
There's so much he'd like to say
To give you hugs and kisses
And wish you Happy Mothers Day!


Details | Free verse | |

Every Child Has a Dream... Every Child Wants to Be Loved...

Every Child Has a Dream…

They want to be a “grown up”…
They want to get married like mommy and daddy did…
Become a “mommy” or “daddy” as a young child would say…
Become a doctor, firefighter, or ballerina…
They want to be like mommy and daddy…
They want to marry their mommies or daddies…
Become the president…
Become older, (like their big sister or brother)…
They want to live and see the world!

Every Child Wants to Be Loved…

Not every child does…
Not every child has a mommy and daddy…
Every child wants love…
Every child deserves love…
Not every child gets love…
Not every child gets a chance to live the life they want…
Every child knows what love is….
Every child has someone out there that would love them…
Not every child knows there is someone that would give them the love they deserve…

Every child has dream… 
Every child wants to be loved… 


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 | Narrative | |

Healing Words

My mother, my grandmother before has always held a place in my heart.
My father, and my grandfather before has the same part.
I was young and very active with unwillingness to listen fully to what they had to say.
I had a problem, never could be solved without my parents and grandparents till today.
With patience they all come to my aid when I fall on my face.
With little dishonor I listen to them and what they had to say, I embrace.
Over the years I go to them with no doubt a feeling of no dismay.
Over the years I go to them and they help me solve problems that to me is O.K.
Now I am getting a bit more aware of what had happen to me when I was growing.
Now I remember how the ride was in my beginning: it was a trial of not knowing.
With the guided words of my parents and grandparents I survive through them all.
With it some being a problem that I remember I recall.
My mother and my grandmother always said to be patient and it will be easy to solve.
My father and my grandfather always knew that I would grow and evolve.
I could wonder everyday what if my parents and grandparents was not in my life.
I could just think that would be fatal like a stab with a knife.
With knowledge that they had past on to me of what they had experience.
With their proof of teachings they had past on to me is their self existence.
Over the years I grew with life so full of happiness that was because of my families love.
Over the years it showed me the path that led me to all the above.
Now cherish those words that help me through my troubles in my new family.
Now I listen to my parents healing words of wisdom and except them gladly.


Details | Free verse | |

Ode to my daughter on her birthday - 26

My Sarah
When I looked at you last week trying on your new boots
Those almond eyes sparkling at something new, a gift
I saw my little pink girl, a princess, playing dress up again
Your long hair draped your high cheekbones
Life still a game, tinged with drama and theatre 
As you look for fun in all your pursuits!
A player in life with a passion for cooking and music
You have become a kind, loyal, vivacious young woman
Self assured, grounded with a love of tradition
I looked at you and felt an overwhelming pride.

Sunday’s child is ' bonny, blithe, good and gay' they say
Befitting my Sabbath girl, a model child of few demands
Your bedroom a vast sea of Barbie and friends
A Passion for story-time and books
Your Dutch life with Irish sea-touched roots, 
You are a real continental
A great scholar with degrees in Law and Psychoanalysis
You have found your true love with Luis, a Spaniard
As you both prepare to leave the Emerald Isle
I wonder at the achievement of you!


Details | Light Poetry | |

ONCE AGAIN THANK YOU

I was just trying to remember the past
 trying to remember the good people
 and the bad people,
 that i came across on my way,

i want you to know
that you are among the good people
 that left a good trace in my life,

once again i just want to say thank you
for passing through my life,
is so short but is wonderful
i want you here forever.


Details | Rhyme | |

A Mother's prayer for her daughter

I want my child to be like me, in every single way,
No, I want my child to enjoy her youth and scream and jump and play,
I want her to defend herself in walk, in talk, in stance,
 But I want her to defend herself without using her hands,
My child, I want her to be smart like me, so she can control her heart,
Let no man come and insult her intelligence and then take her apart, 
I want her to be strong and brave so she can face hard times,
But I don’t want her to be afraid to cry at any time,
I want my child, my only child to live a holy life,
Not wallow in incertitude until the day she dies,
Dear God, I know this is too much, but please just grant me this,
I want my child, my precious child to be the very best there is.


Details | Villanelle | |

So Brief the Time

The lilacs have come and gone, so brief was their time,
fragile flowers like some, who seldom linger long,
their purple prominence a pantomime of our springtime.

Full heart-shaped clusters pump perfume so sublime
a gift from heaven, mother nature can't prolong,
the lilac has come and gone, so brief was their time.

Harvest home to birthing butterflies in sunny climes
brought low by the battering rain of May’s swan song,
their purple prominence a pantomime of our springtime.

Unmated, virginal, a merry gift, most sacred in its prime	
a rust red blight upon the cloth, a crown of thorns once gone,	      	
the lilacs have come and gone so brief was their time.

Let shoots reform and hollowed make a flute to pass time		
to cheer our mother merry and sooth the wearied throng,
their purple prominence a pantomime of our springtime

Like they, we spring forth, summer, fall and wintertime	
may our seed justly arise in the beauty of heart song,		
The lilacs have come and gone so brief was their time,
their purple prominence a pantomime of our springtime







Details | Free verse | |

Final Adieu

Final Adieu

Let another sun set,
Let another flower wilt,
Let another autumn cast its gloom,
Let another tear role,
As ye part, and bid
The final adieu.

Suyash Saxena
St. Stephen’s college


Details | Ode | |

Dream Walking

In the small town of Campbell Missouri,
A young girl with lovely brown locks
Sits, having been told she might never walk again
As all aknowledge this belief in town,
A fear swept around, 
And many children were kept down

But in the spirit of this child,
Desire to walk snuck over her fears
Perhaps she wished to surprise-
Perhaps she could not stand
The judgmental eyes-but all the same, 
She picked herself up, smiled,
And sauntered around the room

Happiness pervaded the house
As the family friend, delighted,
Sang merrily the song,
“Have You Ever Seen a Dream Walking?”

Today, at California Mission Inn,
The same girl, now a woman
Walks her glorious walk
With confidence and grace
She is 91 years old and strong
As song,
Her eyes lighting up as she recalls
She hums the dreamy tune
As I jot down miracles 


Details | I do not know? | |

A Story My Mother Told Me

someone always told me this with tears in her eyes...


(for Lata Sethi's late-mother, who was my mother’s ‘sister’ and who took us all into her heart, and for Lata and Ravi Sethi of Defence Colony, New Delhi)


a wife left South Africa in the 1960’s to join her husband 
who was in exile at the time...

in 1970 the husband was sent by the African National Congress to India to be its representative there...

the husband and wife spent two years in Bombay...

one afternoon the husband fell and broke his leg...

the wife knocked on their neighbour’s door, in an apartment complex in Bombay

the neighbour was an old Punjabi lady...

the wife asked the neighbour for a doctor to see to the injured husband...

a Parsi ‘Bone-Setter’ was promptly summoned...

the husband still recalls his anxiety of seeing ‘Bone-Setter’ written on the Parsi gentleman’s bag...

by the way, the ‘Bone-Setter’ worked his ancient craft and surprisingly for the husband, his broken leg healed quite soon...

but still on that day, while the ‘Bone-Setter’ was seeing to the husband...

the wife and the old Punjabi lady from next door got to talking about this and that and where these new Indian-looking wife and husband were from as their accents were clearly not local...

the wife told the elderly Punjabi lady that the husband worked for the African National Congress of South Africa and had left to serve the ANC from exile...

and that they had left their two children behind in South Africa and that they were now essentially political refugees...

the Punjabi lady broke down and wept uncontrollably...

she told the foreign woman that she too had had to leave her home in Lahore in 1947 and flee to India with only the clothes on her back when the partition of the subcontinent took place and Pakistan was formed and at a time when Hindus from Pakistan fled to India and vice versa...

the Punjabi lady then asked the foreign woman her name...

‘Zubeida’, but you can call me ‘Zubie’...

the Punjabi woman hugged Zubie some more, and the two women, seperated by age and geography, wept, sharing a shared pain...

the Punjabi woman told Zubie that she was her ‘sister’ from that day on, and that she felt that pain of exile and forced migration and what being a refugee felt like...

Zubie and her husband Mosie became the closest of friends with the Hindu Punjabi neighbours who were kicked out of Pakistan by Muslims...

then came the time for Mosie and Zubie to leave for Delhi where the African National Congress office was based...

the elderly Punjabi lady and Mosie and Zubie said their goodbyes...

a year or two later, the elderly Punjabi lady’s daughter Lata married Ravi Sethi and the couple moved to Delhi...

the elderly Punjabi lady called Zubie and told her that her daughter was coming to Delhi to live and that she had told Lata, her daughter that she had a ‘sister’ in Delhi...

Lata and Ravi Sethi then moved to Delhi...

This was in the mid-1970’s...

Lata and Zubie became the closest of friends and that bond stayed true, and stays true till today, though Zubie is no more, and the elderly Punjabi lady is no more...

the son and the husband still have a bond with Lata and Ravi Sethi...

a bond that was forged between Hindu and Muslim and between two continents across the barriers of creed and time...

a bond strong and resilient, forged by the pain and trauma of a shared experience...

and that is why, and I shall never stop believing this, that hope shines still, for with all the talk of this and of that, and of that and of this, there will always be a simple woman, somewhere, anywhere, who would take the ‘other’ in as a sister, a fellow human...

and that is why there will always be hope...
hope in the midst of this and of that and of that and of this...

hope...


(for Lata Sethi's late-mother, who was my mother’s ‘sister’ and who took us all into her heart, and for Lata and Ravi Sethi of Defence Colony, New Delhi)


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Rules in the eyes of a toddler

If it is off, I must turn it on.
If it is on, I must turn it off.
If it is folded, I must unfold it.
If it is a liquid, it must be shaken, then spilled.
If it a solid, it must be crumbled, chewed, stepped on or smeared.
If it is high, it must be reached.
If it is shelved, it must be unshelved.
If it is pointed, it must be run with at top speed.
If it has leaves, they must be picked.
If it is plugged, it must be unplugged.
If it is not trash, it must be thrown away.
If it is in the trash, it must be removed, inspected, and thrown on the floor.
If it is closed, it must be opened.
If it does not open, it must be screamed at.
If it has drawers, they must be rifled.
If it is a pencil, it must write on the refrigerator, monitor, or table.
If it is full, it will be more interesting emptied.
If it is empty, it will be more interesting full.
If it is a pile of dirt, it must be laid upon.
If it is stroller, it must under no circumstances be ridden in without protest. It must be pushed by me instead.
If it has a flat surface, it must be banged upon.
If Mommy's hands are full, I must be carried.
If Mommy is in a hurry and wants to carry me, I must walk alone.
If it is paper, it must be torn.
If it has buttons, they must be pressed.
If the volume is low, it must go high.
If it is toilet paper, it must be unrolled on the floor.
If it is a drawer, it must be pulled upon.
If it is a toothbrush, it must be inserted into my mouth.
If it has a faucet, it must be turned on at full force.
If it is a phone, I must talk to it.
If it is a bug, it must be swallowed.
If it doesn't stay on my spoon, it must be dropped on the floor.
If it is not food, it must be tasted.
If it IS food, it must not be tasted.
If it is dry, it must be made wet with drool, milk, or toilet water.
If it is a car seat, it must be protested with arched back.
If it is Mommy, must make her dirty
If it is sibling, must slap,kick,and fight.
If it has four legs, must squeeze tight until makes noise
If big person is on phone, must make lots of noise
If tv is not on cartoons, scream until they are
If food is not good, throw it, refuse to eat it and cry until big people give you something good


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THE AFRICAN'S MOTHER

The great Amazon of an unflinching  temperament, The source of resources,
Our mother in me, 
This's the tales of the African’s mother, 
Soaring above her strife;  Yet, when she is only but  a fairy in the dark souls of brothers, and 
sisters, No wonder we braid her from the African roots like elk, in kind defrayed from
the tongs of the coming years, despite  she was the byre-keeper in the  pen barn, African mother; your journey to the edge of the earth ... thought no one has ween 
your childrens giantic pace, Bestriding over us all in the land of your  invincible killings 
Way beyond her Misgiving affiants  , 


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GRAND MOMMY'S HOUSE

Loading up the car, on a trip that’s not to far..
to Grand-mommy’s house!
We head up 75, it’s such a lovely drive..
to Grand-mommy’s house!
“Are we there yet?” “Almost, we’re getting really close”..
to Grand-mommy’s house!
On Francis Street we turn, sweet thoughts of past trips return..
at Grand-mommy’s house!

Feelings hard to hide, knowing the joy inside..
at Grand-mommy’s house!
The “I love greetings”, Ah, pressure and stress is fleeting..
at Grand-mommy’s house!
Warm hugs and kisses, from the Mr. and the Mrs..
at Grand-mommy’s house!
Place your bags in the back, time to enjoy a dinner snack..
at Grand-mommy’s house!
Pork sandwiches and tea, something special just for me..
at Grand-mommy’s house!
Sweat aroma fills the air, to the sunroom.. pick your chair..
at Grand-mommy’s house!

Talks from the past, wonderful memories that last..
at Grand-mommy’s house!
Funny stories are told, wow, it never gets old..
at Grand-mommy’s house!
Wisdom to teach, in a way that’s always in reach..
at Grand-mommy’s house!
Kindness and care, so much affection to share..
at Grand-mommy’s house!

When you’ve had to much to eat, you’ll still want a treat..
at Grand-mommy’s house!
Chocolate cake and pie, you’ll want both.. don’t lie..
at Grand-mommy’s house!
To the bathroom to wash your face, so many hearts, lips, love, and lace..
at Grand-mommy’s house!
You’ll wash both your hands, by the light of the lipstick stand..
at Grand-mommy’s house!

So much more to say, and many games to play..
at Grand-mommy’s house! 
The Weather Channel’s on mute, Granddaddy thinks we’re cute..
at Grand-mommy’s house!
It’s getting kind of late, time with the cousins has been great..
 at Grand-mommy’s house!
When you’re feeling beat, head to the second den for some sleep..
at Grand-mommy’s house!

At midmorning we awake, there’s no schedule on the slate..
at Grand-mommy’s house!
Smell those biscuits piping hot, oh.. we like them a lot..
at Grand-mommy’s house!
Come into the kitchen, to see all that Grand-mommy’s fixin’..
at Grand-mommy’s house!
She’s wrapped in Granddaddy’s arms, there’s so much love and charm..
at Grand-mommy’s house!

Warm hands to hold, you’re always treated like gold..
at Grand-mommy’s house!
Love, faith, and trust, spoiling grandkids is a must..
at Grand-mommy’s house!
You’ve helped us all to see, just how good life can be..
at Grand-mommy’s house!
My Grandparent’s endless love, is a gift from God above..
at Grand-mommy’s house!

 


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A Mother's Face

A mother’s face you rarely touch and kiss
You go on with life without retrospect
Mother waits longer but with finesse
Many flowers withered from willful neglect

A short respite giving fresh breath inside her womb
Empowering new life without remorse
Her presence helped you strive with aplomb
With your mother, you’ll be on the right course

Such a lovely face you cannot assess
A portrait to paint with high pixels of respect
Her smile that relieves all your stress
Today is Mother’s Day and try to recollect

Now her face wrinkled but beyond compare
Like heavenly bodies with unique flare


12 May 2013


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If I Had One Wish

So many thoughts come to mind If only I could really go back in time Change or undo my life’s violent and sexual crimes Tell those around me to open their eyes Pay Attention to the signs If only one wish could really rewind Those pedophilic hands of my life-time… Then I stopped and started to think Who would I be if this didn’t happen to me? What of the woman I’d come to be The wisdom I’d come to see And my children who’s lives are abuse free As a result of my past… my history… Now, with eyes wide and mind free Heart pounding, air, LOVE and life in me Blessed with children to change my legacy, Equipped with words and strength to share my story… my poetry I’d wish only to open the eyes of the blind The mouths of the abused and the hearts of our society… I’d make them see… I’d make them see So no other child has to end up like me… Lay
** For the "If I Had One Wish Contest"


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MY SEVEN BLESSINGS

God bless little angels brought unto me,
Watch over them beneath heavens grace.
My first of seven blessings most precious gift,
Treasures hearts keepsakes.
Number one the oldest, my rocker baby,
Dancing away with musics sweet lullaby.
The lyrical light of brilliance’s, a shinning note,
That strums across grandma's heart strings.
The second child is a testament to patience,
No instructions came with this wonder
Or warning labels tattooed upon her backside.
But she has the eyes of an angel and lord knows,
She try's my beliefs but I'll never give up the fight .
I love my problem child just the same.
The third times the charms, she is that for sure,
With brown eyes and a kewpie doll with dark curls.
Our grand daughter bubbles, whom can light up the
Darkest moment with just a simple smile.
The fourth grace is he, full of strength and daring,
A future NFL first draft pick this is my little RJ,
Patton had his tank and believe you me, Me maw
Has hers.
Diamonds are the hardest stones known to man,
But this boy sparkles with a shine more valuable,
Then gold.
Fifth in line is wisdom and charm, explorations
Future astronaut.
With curiosities wondering eye, but ahead of
The pack in any game of life.
My youngest grand son Issac his name means,
Laughter and joy and in this it is so true.
Tiny but mighty is my little Bella,
With dark raven hair, she has her fathers eyes,
And mommy's brave spirit.
She'll take on the world someday.
And win by all hands clapping her on,
Me Maw's future Mrs. America.
Seven was born on grandma's birthday,
A special gift given unto me is my darling,
Trinity.
Who knows what the future will hold for thee,
But seven has always been my lucky number,
So sky's the limit with this the youngest blessing,
In my life.

1.  The blessings gift is music.
2. The second blessings gift mischief and curiosity.
3.  The third blessings gift beauty's sweet smile
4. The four blessings gift strength and endurance.
5.  The fifth blessings gift wisdom and charm. 
6.  The sixth blessings gift is a brave spirit.
7. The seventh blessings gift is lucks true fortune.
And when you add up all my many blessing,
What does a grandmother receive a full heart,
Hugs and kisses at bedtime.
Good night my little angels and sleep tight.
I'll re-sight my many blessings in my prayers, 
Tonight as I lay myself asleep and dream of thee.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN








Details | I do not know? | |

Dear little sister from another mister

You’ve been thrown left and right,
Crying to yourself every night,
Thinking all has gone wrong,
& you won’t be giving up after long..
You’ve been heartbroken 
One
Two many times:
From old boyfriends,
To lies;
Father walked out,
Baby killed by mistake;
Your mom has disowned you,
But she still shows you lust…
Everybody knows the truth,
The pain that you do not choose;
They see what you show,
But see me…
I, T’Keyah Wilder,
I already know…
You’ve raped and thrown from left to right;
Crying to yourself every night;
Everybody saying they understand,
But you know you’re the only
One who knows your pain ;
On this land…
It’s a matter of time, 
Before you kill yourself,
Stressing yourself,
Hurting you and everyone else;
Blaming yourself for,
Mistakes not purposely made;
Crying every time you feel like you just got 
Laid,
You want the true love,
Love shown from the heart;
Honestly,
Coming from your big sister; 
I think you need a fresh start,
Easing your pain with nicotine;
I’m surprised you’re not 
Sippin lean…
I know it may be hard,
To forget about the past,
But there’s one thing;
I must ask from you and I 
Want this to last;
Promise me, you’ll try your best
To stress less,
& pray more…
Listen to God;
Put him above…
All;
We’re not close like we used to be,
But you know I’m just a phone call,
Away…
Not far from you..
But I wish you’d  realize,
This too…
Stressing is not working,
Cause death, the devil, lies,
& fear are lurking..
Promise me;
You’ll try to be the best you can be…
Dear Little Sister from another Mister!
<3 RiP auntie bby ; djF .


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Mother and son

I cherish you,
If you cherish me.

You brought me to life,
We began to meet through time,
Even though,
Sometimes you don't comprehend me,
Sometimes you don't understand me,
That sometimes time isn't enough,
That sometimes instincts get uncontrolled...,
But still,
You were designated for my life,
And you profile my living...
We share lives...

Although,
Time brings maturity,
And time doesn't last forever,
As well as we don't last forever...

There is no such thing,
As total perfection,
Even though,
Thank you...


Details | Pastoral | |

I pray for mother

   I pray for mother 
 
	Mother!	
You could have stayed
Forever was my longing
Oh mother!
Does it really have to be you?
Mothers are too special to lose

You gave me life mother
You raised me into a man I am today
I will forever be grateful to you
Out of nothing, you gave me food
Out of nothing, you clothed me
Out of nothing, you sent me to school
Oh mother!
You were the best


In your shadow I had shade
You called me Father.
For I carried grandfather’s name
Now I understand how special I was to you
You felt grandfather in me
Who will ever call me that again?
I forbid my thoughts to go deep
For the deeper it goes, the deeper it hurts

I can still hear your voice mother
I can still see you in my dreams
You left without saying good-bye,
Were you mad at me mother?
Deep in my heart, you will always have a home
My sisters and brothers are heartbroken
They are all grown up 
But they still need you Mother

Do you still remember your grandchildren?
The youngest is not yet a year old
She will never see your beautiful smile mother
You could have waited
So she does something for you
Fetch water or call you grandmother	

We all miss you mother
It’s hard to know you are never coming back
One after another
We will join you mother
We are not afraid of death any more
For we have a place with you
God almighty will meet us someday
Then I will see you for myself again
We will talk and laugh
Just like we used too

Now you live in a far away land
We can’t change that, not even God almighty
I will teach my heart to live without you mother
Though it is hard
I will learn to miss you
I will learn to live without you
But I will never forget you
It’s the body I will never see


Your time is gone Mother
Now you live in a new world
There you will never grow old
There you will never die
I have peace in my heart
For I am reconciled by God’s mercy
My father in heaven comforted me
Now I know you are happy there
The pain I felt
The pain that tortured me
Will never torment me again
You departed with all my tears
With all my strength
With all my hope
And with all my faith
But God gave me a thousand reasons to smile
In am now back on track

Rest in peace dear mother,
It was the will of God
Who am I to question him?
I never did when you were given to me
And somehow I knew this day will come
Let his name be exalted
We meet again Mother
This I know.


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A Few Minutes Late

A busy wife and mom, she always seemed late
But she didn’t know why, at times she would wait
When a sense of urgency was of great import
Especially to those waiting, most in need of her support

For those of us wondering, “How could she always take so long?”
Since it wasn’t obvious why, oft was heard a car horn
But many times I noticed, even as a small lad
There was intent in her lateness, usually to aid something or someone who had

A need greater than ours, or those we were meeting
Like our dogs needed water, or the horses needed feeding
Or, stopping to talk to an elderly neighbor 
Who had just learned of an illness that caused them great labor

There was the time when she stopped the car to explain something of import
We got to ask many questions, she never cut us short
I also remember a stressful day, one where we were late for carpool
And an irate father took it out on her, very un cool

Later that night I could hear her crying as we went to sleep
And I prayed for an angel to visit and tell her not to weep
And to show her how her small decisions to be late
Greatly affect people and other’s lives, which then go on to create

Such a wonderful world for us all to enjoy 
If we just keep in mind, that if all of us too employed
A sometimes-slight hesitation, a thought of others before plunging ahead
We’d all get to experience a life with more threads

That fulfills that promise to our creator who asked
Only that we fill our lives with greater weight
And maybe, just maybe, it’s because we’re a few minutes late


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AN ODE TO MOTHER

It  seems the angels were singing a song,
And their melody pleased God’s ears;
Singing of to whom such love belong,
They could subdue all pain and fears.
He asked them about who became
Possessed of a kind of love so grand.
He was told of the sweetest mortal name
That  ever satisfied the hearts of man.
The dear name “Mother” God then heard,
It giving sound to the throb of His heart,
As if such a title was that preferred,
And such a figure so  honored in classic art.
My own dear mother was second to none,
And enjoys her deserved Elysian rest.
Thus since down from heaven came the Son,
Her role and function is eternally blessed.


Details | Free verse | |

Grandma Was Dancing

She was a tappin' to the tunes...
of those Mississippi blues...
step-pin' out, in her white...
Pat-en-leather shoes,

We were a watchin' her a prancin',
all through the kitchen, dancin'...
for she was so...hot & sizzlin'...
hummin' to those Mississippi tunes...

Funny curlers too, upon...
her head...for a new... Hair dew,...
she was, a swirlin'-in that bakers apron,
when her head...star-ted a bobbin' to...
those Mississip-pi blues,

'Pots were a knockin'...
Grandma a sockin' down all she brews,
while that kettle there was whistlin',
in har-mo-ny, with them good ole...
good ole...mississip-pi moves,'

That floor there, was a bouncin'
holdin' hands we were a jumpin',
an-a hoppin' In the kitchen, to those...
                  sounds ...
Where Grandma's feet were a stompin',
In her new...New-white-sexy-pat-en-
leather-shoes...
(ya hoo)


Details | Haiku | |

My Mom's A Maid

                           She cares for the job
           Though the masters scream and shout
                           For the sake of love


Details | Free verse | |

The Greatest Gift Given

15 years old.
It was a brain tumor, they’d said.

Holding past the current;
undertow of reality slapping
my fragility cold –
(steel bars won’t hold water –
movement always finds its way)

O’, how the lies twist!

Twist like the dusty branches
on an old, gray apple,
holding appraising rooks 
from another’s waking nightmare.

Suicide, they tell me now.

A menagerie of years too late.
Oh…and by the way,
he’s not your real father;
your real father was dead to you
the moment he found out.

This guy’s just The Black-Maker –
(mother stealer; innocence taker)
a mass of dark waiting to fall;
waiting to burrow beneath light skin
(so dark, even the sun lost hope)

exponentially surrendering -
stuck on repeat.
The temper of blood lost, melting
my thin ice –
can you sense the coiled, un-leashed?

Like a waking May snake
tasting the indifferent air for the first time 
since snow;
out of its burrow, and striking 
its own skin ripe;
bleeding my vinegar still, sweet;

distilling a wicked brew (a science
experiment gone bad)
until the steel breaks
and every molecule of unoccupied space
is reduced to motes; unseen in the shadow
of its dying host.

A ticking time-bomb:
Sex, drugs, drinking – all manner
of loose cutting;
memory re-making, recapturing of
her long dead ghost, exhumed 
from its protective bed
of lies –

and how that double edge twists
to this day.
Only now, it twists in wind through 
my reclaimed space.
The sign across my chest reading,
OCCUPIED, instead of
SPACE FOR RENT.

37 years old.
It was suicide. This I know –
lies all told. But,
it was also her greatest gift –
her young life tolled; my life,
paid in full through the tears of time.

(dried up like an ancient river still baring 
the scars of once was…)
From one parent to their child,
the gift of life remains the greatest gift 
of all.

Nothing was ever taken from me.
No…only given -
un-leashed; un-bound; un-coiled.
My own struggle baring weight -
her wrongs come to my light -
I am the Light-Maker now,
and as straight and long as the journey
from one star to the next; and the next, and on.

I have stopped fighting my past and embraced it.
Thanks to all, (life/her/them/Him)
I am learned and open as renewed hope
from the heart
of God.


*For Michael's Un-Twisted contest. This is part of how I un-tiwsted what came to me twisted; 
how I un-did my knots, and gave thanks for those knots instead of trying to fight them.


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My Story Telling Can You Trust Me

Gun fire all around, bombs going off in the distance
It was some of the angry mobs and resistance
Father was the king of SafeHaven a small kingdom
Like all other kingdoms it fell in random
Fire started in the castle
And along with it came a battle

It was a distance memory now because the child has now grew
Many things in this child that made memories stew
My name is Mastrey, a young orphan who was there that night
Mastrey saw her in the distance and her father and mother in his sight
Everyone was loud that night and made all the children hide
But that evening Mastrey saw her mother and father die

She ran into the bushes in such a fright
And evil doers were running around with flashlights
Mastrey remember it as he distracted them 
Her eyes was so confused with problems
Mastrey new that it was because of what just occurred
His feelings of what those people did was not awkward

The distraction worked, he went back to were she was
Hiding and very scared she was, he asked her, can you trust me just because?
Her answer that night depended on her lively hood
As Mastrey was their with his hand reaching out to her as he stood
Pulling her up from the ground he looked into her eyes that were SeaBlue
Mastrey had made a life long friend and love, She knew it was true

Next: My Story Telling,  Who is this Princess


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10 Little fingers 10 little toes 2 little eyes

10 Little fingers 10 little toes 2 little eyes everyday they save a life.
Every day she will arise to go to work 9-5 flipping burger's and dunking fry's.
10 Little fingers 10 little toes 2 little eyes everyday they save a life.
Every day hold's a new surprise from those 10 little fingers 10 little toes and 2 little eyes.
one day shell realize 10 Little fingers 10 little toes 2 little eyes are not so little any more.
Those 10 little fingers get bigger and one has a ring on it.
Those 10 little toe's get bigger no longer barefoot a boot on each.
Those 2 little eyes no longer so little looking strait up the middle ready for combat.
10 Little fingers 10 little toes 2 little eyes everyday they save a life.
Her 10 Little finger's 5 little toe's 2 little eye's finally come home.
and like I said 10 Little fingers 10 little toes 2 little eyes saved Their life.


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Time to Go in loving memory of my mother

My mom was a strong woman, and stubborn too,
Yet she had a soft side, between me and you.
That side she would show, when you least expected,
But let me tell you, she was well respected.

Mom was quite unique, and was one of a kind,
She was set in her ways, so keep that in mind.
The youngest of nine, she had gotten her way,
Spoiled by her siblings’, almost every day.

Right out of high school, she had married my dad,
Blessed with three children, plus fifty years they had.
They both were hard workers, in all that they did,
My dad taught himself, from when he was a kid.

My mom was a smoker, for forty-six years,
Some day it would happen, she’d face all her fears.
Lung cancer she had, and inoperable too,
Her time on this earth, would be shortened we knew.

Radiation and Chemo, had done their thing,
Remission set in, tears of joy it did bring.
We would go out at night, to shop and to talk,
I knew she enjoyed, getting out for a walk.

Two years had gone by, after Thanksgiving Day,
Her pain had returned, but was afraid to say.
She’d lie on the couch; it was strength she did lack,
We knew in our hearts, that the cancer came back.

We shared lots of laughter, but many a tear,
I tried to assure her, she’d nothing to fear.
“Please watch over your dad, this one thing I ask.”
“I know it will be, quite a difficult task.”

One morning in March, Hospice called us to say,
You may want to come, for she’s slipping away.
For the night before, mom told me to stay home,
“Be there for your kids, you can call me by phone.”

When we all arrived, for a moment she woke,
Her eyes said it all, not a word had she spoke.
We stayed by her bedside, just holding her hand,
“It’s time to let go mom, we all understand”.

A few days had passed, not ready to let go,
For it had been raining, but letting up slow.
The sun began shining, the clouds disappeared,
Opening the heavens, for mom’s time has neared.

We gathered together, her forehead we kissed,
Whispering so softly, how much she’d be missed.
“Your time has arrived mom, just follow the light”,
She left us so peaceful, she gave up her fight.

It was time to drive home, in the car we got,
Then something had happened, while leaving the lot.
Huge drops of rain falling, it had to be fate.
They were tears of joy; she was at heaven’s gate.


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We Need To Honor Our Parents

May We Honor Our Parents…

I know of many parents who tried their best to raise their kids.
Many of their hearts cry because of how their children live.

There’s many who’ve tried to teach their children God’s holy ways.
What was taught, seems to be lost…  In a matter of days.

Many parent’s pray for their children’s lives.
Many of their children choosing to live a life of “lies.”

Scripture says to honor our parents, 
that our days may be long.
But any kind of honor to them…, 
Many feel doesn’t belong!

The advice and warnings from parents 
seem to be ignored.
Many of their children say they’re 
“too old fashioned and bored.”

There’s a message for the young people that needs to be clear!
You need to honor your parents! 
 One day they shall “disappear!”

God gave us the parents we have, 
whether we accept this or not.
We need to think about the things that our parents taught!

May we seek to live lives that will bring honor and grace.
In our hearts, may we keep our parents in a “special place!”

May we share from our hearts, the love our lord has given!
May we share his love while
 our parents are still livin’!

The love we can give our parents is a treasure untold!
The gift of having parents is more precious than gold!

By Jim Pemberton


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To My Foster Parents With Love

I came into your lives a lost and lonely child,
Full of anger and resentment,
Overwhelmed with fear and confusion.
Yet you took me into your home, your lives, and your hearts.
From the very beginning you tried to make me feel welcome and wanted.
Though I fought you each step of the way you never gave up on me.
Instead you patiently and lovingly took me under your wings,
protecting, guiding and shaping me.
Showing me love and understanding.
Giving freely and openly the praise and affection I so desperately needed.
All the while expecting nothing in return.

As days turned into years you were still there
Making me feel safe and secure,
treating me with respect and fairness,
pushing me to be the best I could be.
And still, there I was fighting you.
Oh, the pain and heartaches you endured at my hands.
Yet there you stood, firm and unwavering.
Never walking away, never giving up.
Always loving me no matter what the cost.

All these years later as I look at my own children
I realize just what you saw and still see when you look at me.
Your Daughter!

I love you.


Details | Rhyme | |

Sunny Bunny

Sunny was a bunny who didn’t know how to hop.
His brothers and his sisters could, but Sunny just could not.
Every time he tried to hop he just fell upon the floor;
Sunny tried each day and night until he couldn’t try any more.
Sunny’s sisters hopped to school, his brothers hopped there too
Sunny just stayed home all day, what else could a hopless bunny do?

But Sunny’s mother was a bunny who happened to be smart,
And she knew that Sunny was a bunny who had a great big heart.
She said, “Just because all bunnies hop doesn’t mean it’s the only way to go;
You could try to walk or skip or run or maybe even roll.
Just watch the other animals and see how they all get around
And soon you just might find a way to scoot across the ground.”

Now everywhere the bunnies go, Sunny gets there too,
By putting one foot in front of the other, just like me and you.
Not every bunny must do the things every other bunny does,
Was the lesson Sunny Bunny learned from his mother through her love.


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Catch Me If You Can French Sonnet

<               enticing to eyes watching mama's pink roses bloom
                 fourty years later someone else now cares for them
                 fresh cut daily and seen in her arms their long stems
                 tears streaming down face I sit under swollen moon
                 waiting watching for sun to come up again soon
                 to catch one more glimsp of mama's planted old gems
                 unfurling petals before been chopped or condemned
                 think I'll ask if can take one for my dining room

                 aroma bursting amidst thy supper's table
                 bowed heads we come and thank our Heavenly father
                 somebody still cared though sick and times unable
                 and answers it's door for which one has come bothered
                 to let bask in roses empowering fable
                 and not to be called as it's one's roses robber



French Sonnet is a poem with rhyme scheme
Of ABBAABBA and CDCDCD
Or ABBAABBA and CDECDE
Syllable count is 12 syllable per line.


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Is It God We Trust Or Leave In the Dust

Is It God We Trust? Or Leave In the Dust? As our courts remove God from this great nation. We are left with a confused and lost generation! As God is taken away from our public schools. A huge tide of immorality is what “rules.” The Bible is often mocked and discarded. It was on it’s principles this country was started! Just about anything of God seems to get scorned. So many “rush” to worship many ungodly forms. As God’s name is often tossed and thrown out. We tend to forget what HE is all about! Too often, his plans for living are tossed and abused. No wonder, there’s many who are lost and confused! As people forget God and worship the fallen creature. They look to themselves and “glorify” their features. Many ignore God, and get involved in deep addictions. And with this, come disease, heartache and afflictions! As God looks and sees this nation “bleeding.” It’s his righteousness, that we need to be seeking! If we would humble ourselves, he would hear our prayer! He loves all of us! And he really does care! Won’t you come to HIM, And invite him in? Won’t you allow him to be your master and friend? He brings strength and nourishment to the soul! It’s only in him that we can be made whole! By Jim Pemberton


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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


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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


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West Side Story, My Brothers, Mother and Me

I cried for them this afternoon
Knew them since the matinee started
Saw them fall in love
At first sight, the world stopped
Everything was silent at the sight of it
They looked and were lovers
Later that day on their knees
Repeating vows that till today
They saw only in throw away plays
I cried for them, their lost love
But not for mother whose long life ended
By the Yankee Sluggers creeping disease
What was there to cry about?
As the blue ice calved from glacier slabs
Creased iron plates, made orphans, widows
And most aboard but not me or my mother
Or the yet unborn twice told tale
Tony was told she died, frantic with fear
He called out for her but got Chino instead
Saw her running to him, delirious with fear and joy
He got a bullet instead, tearing threw his back
Breaking his heart in half he fell into her arms
She covered his face with kisses and tears
And I too wept again for what could have been
What should have been for mother, died without my tears                                   
For I knew not how to give!
Instead to those I gave tears so freely
But I knew them since the matinee started
Who cried for my three brothers
Charley, like Marley dragged his chains around
And spent a life time sawing them off, Michael who fell
From heaven one day, curly hair and welcoming smile
Orphaned by mother who just gave him away
Brain dead one day in June, the rest followed six months to the day
Brother Tom, large lonesome eyes never saw what the world wondered.                             Water boarded at age five, he left and never returned
Last month got cancer and died exactly one month later.
I cried today for the matinee lovers,
When I should have cried for them. 

 


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Will We Know Him

Will We Know Him?

Will we know Him if He stood in front of us?
If He walked by us on the street?
Will we know Him?
If we have a chance to meet Him in our  lifetime?
In that split second that we meet Him?
Our eyes met for the first time?
Will we know Him?
Yes reading the moment we stood side by side?
Our smiles are very clear
Our heart jumps around
Yes we do know Him?
That look, and that feeling
When we know we've found our home
Yes we do know Him
Yes we know what to say to Him
As we walk away together
Yes we know Him as He knows us His children
We are finally together

Rev. Samuel Mack, OMS
Copyright 2013

http:paladinnews1.blogspot.com


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Me

I understand the hearts of romantics,
The rapture of their words written on a blank piece of paper
Wrapped in pink ribbon to send to a lover
	 who only existed in the throes of imaginary adventure.
How the girl with the tattered spirit like a moth-infested closet
	Sprouted wings in a butterfly-like metamorphosis
Only to find a hole in the dusted wings that sent her sailing to the floor in a
frightening free-fall only followed by her teardrops.
How she dusted her knees and asked the teddy bear to kiss it better who only answered her
with the silent glint in his button eye.
How she patched herself up and continued flight.
How she broke her knees and heart in repetitiveness.   
	in a love unrequited.
I am the girl, I suffered, I mended.

The silent crisis deafening the city,
The boy with a glass pipe in his hand for an easy thrill
	lying in his own vomit across the street,
The grandmother weeping in the coldest room for hope and a time without need and addiction
	with a window seat to the neighboring event.

I am the boy that chases the dragon with a fearless anticipation,
Ignorant to the addiction that chews at my brain and teeth,
I scratch at the deposits in my arms and legs with a compulsive uneasiness
	to put on the sober face.
I fall on my knees in church,
Swear I believe in God and the Holy Ghost,
Pray to Jesus when it's unbearable,
Beg for the redemption of my fifteen year old soul because I know that my sins will reduce me
	to the burning pyre.

Adaptation, addiction abstinence, and absolution are all part of me,
I ask not of what the addict needs, for I become his heroin
	in his time of  relapse,
My cravings turn to pity for the men in withdrawal.

Beaming bright and beautiful,
My wings glow with the illumination that Mother graced me with long ago that I never
believed was
mine.

I am the warrior standing at the podium with words as my only ammo,
Facing my biggest fear.

Again the stares of inferiority.
Again the whispered thoughts against me.
Again the prejudice.

The knowledge overflows my being of terms I never analyzed completely,
An analysis of my inferiority to the people gazing at me with glazed eyes and polite smiles,
The understanding that wealth is the status quo as I stand in my old clothes and shoes,
I have nothing better to do than feel uplifted.

Again, the knowledge bubbles up in an outlet of laughter as it soars through my spirit
like a lighthouse's beam
	over the ocean.
They may be wealthy, but I am far richer.


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Romancing Distant Moments

Romancing Distant Moments



I am romancing with distant moments
Distance, I keep trying to connect by dreaming
In a time difference, so hard to get a full time so meant
For my child and wife, I longed for reaching

God is so kind bestowing us a child
As we never thought we could have at least one
The passing of time charmed and leave us beguiled
But in prayers, answered us by granting us a son

We gave him a Christian name Pio Noel
Derived from the name of Saint Padre Pio of Pietrelcina
And Noel from my name, a kind idea of my wife Cecille
A name he will carry as his insignia

I listened to their voice over the cell phone
Or watched their videos, I took during my last vacation
Still longing for more moments of them to be shown
To alter depression with deep sign of elation

Through messages, I cherish the distant moments
As my wife will relay to me my child’s notable deeds
As I record every details on my diary as my attunement
Of his daily childish act finely registered on my head

For a picture of table, Pio tells ‘it is table’
For a picture of chair, Pio tells ‘it is sit’
My wife will not dare to show him that it is laughable
But gave him a nice lecture to improve his wit

Whenever he sees his grandfather with fellow friends
He will run to them and kiss their hands as a sign of respect
An instance, my wife eagerly drew a rabbit using a crayon pen
And hardly could be identified as rabbit, but Pio proudly said ‘rabbit’ in all aspect
(My wife kissed him and said ‘Pio you are very clever because even though my drawing is 
hardly could be noticed as rabbit but still you interpreted it very well’)
 
At the age of 1 year and 6 months, Pio knows how to save money
Upon seeing coins inside my wife’s bag, he got this in his hand
And pointed into small piggy bank and dropped in the coins so eagerly
Dirty clothes out of the basket, he willingly put this back without a command

Every time my wife’s cell phone will beep or ring
Pio immediately bring this to my wife and tell her that father text
Pio is fond of watching television and get a chance to lip-sync
He enjoyed for someone blowing on his tummy and find his mother to play suplex

Upon entering our room, Pio will point to our family picture
And loudly will recite ‘this is Pio, mother and father’
Every distant moments of them, I need to capture
While away, I am romancing distant moments sweeter but farther



Previously posted in voicesnet.com poetry site
Written last October 28, 2009
By: Noel N. Villarosa


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In Gods arms

Month one

Mommy

I am only 8 inches long

but I have all my organs.

I love the sound of your voice.

Every time I hear it

I wave my arms and legs.

The sound of your heart beat

is my favorite lullaby.

Month Two

Mommy

today I learned how to suck my thumb.

If you could see me

you could definitely tell that I am a baby.

I'm not big enough to survive outside my home though.

It is so nice and warm in here.

Month Three

You know what Mommy

I'm a boy!!

I hope that makes you happy.

I always want you to be happy.

I don't like it when you cry.

You sound so sad.

It makes me sad too

and I cry with you even though

you can't hear me.

Month Four

Mommy

my hair is starting to grow.

It is very short and fine

but I will have a lot of it.

I spend a lot of my time exercising.

I can turn my head and curl my fingers and toes

and stretch my arms and legs.

I am becoming quite good at it too.

Month Five

You went to the doctor today.

Mommy, he lied to you.

He said that I'm not a baby.

I am a baby Mommy, your baby.

I think and feel.

Mommy, what's abortion?

Month Six

I can hear that doctor again.

I don't like him.

He seems cold and heartless.

Something is intruding my home.

The doctor called it a needle.

Mommy what is it? It burns!

Please make him stop!

I can't get away from it!

Mommy! HELP me!

Month Seven

Mommy

I am okay.

I am in God's arms.

He is holding me.

He told me about abortion.

Why didn't you want me Mommy?

Every Abortion Is Just . . .

One more heart that was stopped.

Two more eyes that will never see.

Two more hands that will never touch.

Two more legs that will never run.

One more mouth that will never speak.

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Female Companion

                                                     She is so typical
                                                           So critical
                                                   For most part difficult

                                   I never really could grasp her in such way
                                       She just wants me to some how stay
                               She comes to my man cave and makes me obey

                                          Shy she was and now I am scared
                                              In such way I almost cared
                              She thinks she can do everything for me I swear

                         She makes me guess everyday but I keep on believing
     Because it is fun to give her a kiss, while she does not know when she is sleeping
                She stresses out but I will tell her my love for her keeps deepening

                So for the most part I just keep her close to make her smile and me
                                When I do things I do it for her it is always a key
            Call me romantic or call me stupefied, but it makes her so, so, sooo, happy


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JUXTAPOSED

~~~~~~~~~~~ "Sky's eyebrows white on blue juxtaposed... tears wave to wash away pain on cue" ~~~~~~~~ ~JSLambert © 2012 Poet TreeZ Publishing


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Mama Cried

Mama cried when Papa died,
he was killed by a drunk on the interstate;
but Mama stopped shedding tears,
for she had a daughter yet to raise.

Mama cried when Becky died,
she was killed by an abusive husband;
but Mama stopped shedding tears,
for she had a grandson yet to raise.

Mama cried when Bobby died,
he was killed by an IED in Afghanistan;
but Mama stopped shedding tears,
for she had her own life yet to live.

No one on earth cried when Mama died,
she was killed by a deranged drug addicted junkie
for the seventeen dollars and change she had in her purse;
but the angels cried in paradise when Mama died.


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Family

A decade in to
a new millennium,
a woman, nearing
a century on Earth,
braces herself in
a doorway of
the house,
she has lived in since birth.

Her oldest son unfastens his belt, and takes a seat at the end of her table,
where her middle son just fixed the legs of the chair; to make sure it was stable.
Her youngest son brushes the webs off the wall, and scrubs the stains from the floor.
Her only daughter packs up her pictures, and helps her through the door.

A decade in to 
a new millennium,
a life, almost
a century long,
comes flooding back
to the thoughts of a woman
who feels removed 
from where she belongs.

Her daughter tries to lift her spirits, (from the room in which, she slept as a child)
but no one could easily witness their memories, all being sorted, and filed.
Her house is dissected, and put in a truck that waits - like a thief - in the drive.
-The cumbersome stance; the delicate dance; together, they help one another survive.

A decade in to 
a new millennium,
a woman approaches
a century - passed.
A man in the attic
waves from the window -
Assuring her: 
This home will not be her last.


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My Angel

I kiss her goodnight, two months to the day, and prepare the van, for an overnight stay.
The plan is, a family trip to the shore No thought of regret, can't open that door
Hours had passed, when I heard my wife's cry, I rushed to that cry, so to nullify
The fear in her eye's, I saw from the door, directing me toward, the horror she saw
Then I'm inside, on my baby's right side, I see she's blue, and I know what to do
The soldier inside, is trained to save lives I pumped her chest, and gave her my breath
I got on the line, all while keeping time, rescue arrives and, I hear SHE'S ALIVE!
We fly outside, to follow her ride, lights flash emergency, on the outside
There is no time to spare, when we arrived, we rush through the door, to be by her side
I Pray that my daughter, fought and survived, no words spoken, I can see from Doc's eye's
My heart hits the floor, and breaks deep inside, facing my wife, I can tell her no lies
We dropped at the door, our daughters no more, for she didn't survive, this ambulance ride
Now she's our Angel, we know this inside My family now four, will have to abide For picture frame contest


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Bless it be Thee!

May 27, 2010

Bless it be Thee!

Bless it be Thee!
Truly, I love you.
My whole my new.
My heart your key!

Loose lips and free.
Realistically, I knew!
You are far and few.
I can justly let it be.

You know, it is Gemini’s Full Moon tonight,
The Universe is waking up figuring us all out.
Point me out as a random beam of Moonlight,
I am engulfing and enriching charts in route.

Swiftly suited, I stand in my place!
Bless it be it to Thee! A closed case!

®Registered: Ann Rich 2010


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What I Look For In A Home


I’m sure that home to many has a different meaning. It depends what kind of life they’ve been receiving. There are those with memories of hurt and pain. Some may not want to mention their families name. Others have childhood memories they are fond of. They may have a family that they’re proud of! I think that in many cases, home is not what people see. It has a lot of importance. Both to you and me! What home means to me is to have our family together. And ask the Lord to bless it, with his love forever! God gave me a wife and children to take care of. May I not do things that I’d be ashamed of! I invite YOU Jesus, to be the head of our home! May we come together as a family, around your throne! May our family serve one another as we should. May the truths of God’s word be applied and understood! May the Lord help us to get along, with our imperfections. May God’s word be our “road map,” for needed direction! There’s no perfect home. Believe me! I know it! When it comes to family time… We all need to show it! Unless the lord builds the home… They labor in vain that build it! Let’s seek God’s blessing! So his love can completely fill it! Please come Jesus! And fill our home today! May our home be honored by what we do and say! By Jim Pemberton


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On The Road To Heaven { Mom's Elegy }

<                    We are gathered here today to celebrate Bernadine Goerlich's life
                      Though taken from us to soon she has now risen to be with the Lord
                      Do not fret for greif and sorrow shall pass too
                      Let us bow our heads and pray 
                      In thy name of the Father Son And Holy Spirit  {Amen }

                      At the tender age of 70 she lived her life to the fullest
                      Raising a family of 10 she always had an xtra room
                      For she loved her God family friends and her beloved pets
                      And even heard of her always baking cakes cookies pies and italian foods
                      She really must of had her hands full with 5 boys and 5 girls

                      For Lord please cradle her in your everlasting arms
                      Wash away her sins and lift her spirit to you
                      For she has earned her wings of golden tone
                      And  now can rejoiced with her own Father and Mother
                      In God's jubliee Kingdom  Let us pray {Amen]


Entry For
Dr. Ram's
Elegy Contest
G.L. All



In Loving Memory Of Mom
{1934 - 2005 }


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Mothers Day Is Special

Mother’s Day Is Special “Love is patient; love is kind. Love is not jealous; is not proud; is not conceited; does not act foolishly; is not selfish; is not easily provoked to anger; keeps no record of wrongs; takes no pleasure in unrighteousness, but rejoices in the truth; love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, and endures all things.” I Corinthians 13:4-7 Mother’s Day Is Special— It’s a time of remembrance. A time to thank our Mothers With gifts or flowers of fragrance. Our Mothers brought us life on earth And sacrificed so many years. They encouraged us through the tough times, And wiped away our tears. The unselfishness of Mothers, And their kindness without reward, Comes to each one of us, Straight from our Savior and Lord. The love of a Mother God uses to guide each soul. She’s our greatest teacher When eternity’s her goal. Without a Mother’s love, Not a single child would survive. She gives us courage and comfort From the Lord that is derived. A Mother’s love is awesome— Such earnestness and deep devotion. To the world an eternal secret— A mystery of creation. Because Mother’s Day Is Special, We remember it with love. Thank the good Lord for her beauty, Provided by heaven above. Her endless devotion and unselfishness Endures come what may. Let’s make all Mothers feel special With a very Happy Mother’s Day! © Copyright 2012 Maureen LeFanue www.maureenlefanue.com
Entered Destroyer~Poet's Competition 13/5/2012 [Mother's Day in Southern Hemisphere]


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Wisdom of Heights---Climb with Me

This morning
bells toll
a trumpet sounds
but refuses to blare
it just doesn't know 
how to harm
what it takes
to infect the living 

trees
earth
and sound
survive sadness
out last the past
bond brothers and sisters
of sky
air 
mud 
and water
as it loses 
to a force

some days...

this morning
it wins
because the vibration knows god
and is ONE

and though human imperfections
sit in the shadows of it's path
perfections will
and forever will
prevail

people
so arrogant 
we choose to destroy 
but how can we concentrate 
on methods of malcontent
when god sits at our breakfast table?
urging
as father urges child
"get up!"
"move on!"
"stand on two feet!"
"breath child!"

he tolls the bell
as we lay on deaf ears
he loosens ties with anger 
as the path warns and wears
thrusting
driving this cosmic ship 
of no loses
only tiny
arrogant setbacks

and he smiles
for he knows
what we yet
have to find...
and all is well.


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Finding A Box Of Life

One late night, I fell asleep in my chair
I dreamed of finding a box with a treasure so rare.
In this dream was a soldier and a good one at that.
I saw his old suit and his old tattered hat.

He had tried to stay youthful, but old he must be.
He walked with a limp because of his bad knee.
In the dream I visited with him one day.
And he told me a story that put me in dismay.

He said, "Here's a box that I'm giving to you.
It has a great treasure, if only you knew.
It contains this old coin, as you can see it's so old.
But to me it's worth more than all the silver and gold.

For you can see in the middle is a great big dent.
And there was so much force, that's why it's so bent.
I was out on the battlefield one dark night you see.
When a bullet was fired and it came straight at me.

This coin I had placed round my neck, next to my heart,
Was a prayer from my mother, she had sent from the start.
The bullet hit the coin and knocked me to the ground.
So I thank the Lord for this treasure that I found.

This coin in the box saved my life on that day.
Now you take it, treasure it and go on your way."

Thank you grandmother for listening to the Lord one day.
And sending dad this precious coin, which in this box I'll lay!


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You Inspire Me

You Inspire Me

What inspires me?

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

A gifted child

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

That inspires me and by the way…

O mother you inspire me (most of all)!


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Observer

A serpent underneath blue sky,
in shade of man, in twinkle of an eye,
above brick wall, in the structure, at the floor,
venom of white dove; contaminated food, undrinkable water,
misguided youth, pregnant daughter, unfaithful father and hateful son,
mothers do pray while we walk through Babylon;
on teli and in the press, on top shells,
price none the less, in bedroom and at your door..
dawn of a new day seemed to be dark,
after all.


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The First Love Story

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Your mother from the beginning,
Your Father created her to be,
The most beautiful Rose in the Garden,
Chosen for You, and for me.

Her Conception was Immaculate,
No sin her soul would know,
A holy place prepared for You,
Within her womb to grow.

So, when the angel appeared to her,
Mary's heart had to believe,
That this child of whom he spoke,
The Son of God, she would conceive.

Mary's faith in God was strong,
She knew she had been blessed,
To behold His Love inside her womb,
Her answer must be 'yes'.

For nine months she carried You,
Faced many trials and snares,
With her gentle husband, Joseph,
Attending to all of her cares.

So, on that glorious night,
In a humble manger she gave birth,
Mary and Joseph wept with joy,
For God's Love had come to earth!

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3/25/11  Feast of the Annunciation


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The Dove

Asleep on her bed as if having a dream,
His mother passed on so peaceful and serene.
Her spirit she'd share with a white dove that took flight, 
And then on her son's shoulder it was soon to alight.

The dove then flew to a tree where leaves drifted down
Settling right on top of her son's bereaved crown.
When he looked at the leaves, two were normally formed, 
But the third one he found to be slightly deformed.

It was shaped like a heart for him to keep.
Choking back tears he tried not to weep.
For he knew then his mother had sent the sweet dove
To tell him good-bye and to send him her love.


*For Deborah Guzzi's Contest Animals Speak


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The Nest

In the vines by the rear door
She built her nest
Sat on her little blue green eggs
With all her mother care
Warmed by her maternal heat
Garage doors opened with a clatter
Snowbirds unloading winter stuff
Frightened, she left the eggs unattended
She gradually tolerated humans
Walking barely three feet away
Her head, beak, peeking out
Keeping a watchful eye
Then the blessed event
Four little squirrelly feather bundles
I even helped supply worms
Although she never acknowledged
This act of inter specie kindness
Gentle nudge to the nest
The babies instinctively stretched
Their scruffy scrawny necks
Upwards to be the first to lunch
Gawky youngsters
All yellow mouths and bills
Stretched wide for supper
Then they were gone!
I'm left with an empty nest syndrome.


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Menacing Moms

<                                     just look at my son ...
                                 down to size of thirty two
                                 ....    fencing hackling




                                      meat and potatoes ...
                                   leftovers from my mother
                                 ...  well isn't that special



                                     eat sleep and ... running
                                     thats all I will ever see
                                   ...  glad father isn't here




Written by Katherine Stella
For Dr Rams IN-LAWS Contest
Gl All





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BELOVED BLESSING of MIRACLE

pretty amazing to behold,
once of a llfetime story never before been told.
behind all the biggest miracle:
there is a woman in every age,
blessed above all the rest of the mother's,
from the beginning,
ever since time began,
you journeyed and fought a good race,
besides everything that we do,
you are a mother, wife, sister, aunt, and grandma,
because of you,
I am not lost.
you found me on low,
you stood by me in every hurt that I cost.
mother of all heritage,
you beloved are a blessing of all miracles.


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Keep My Son Safe Tonight

Gripping, searing , yearning,
a mother for her son,
vacillating, pride and heartache,
head wars that can’t be won,
precariously, dangling, 
by her fingertips
somewhere between hope and despair
trying hard to get a grip!
Crying, seeking, praying
a mother to her Lord,
begs His tender mercies
as promised in His word,
“Gentle Lord, bathe my son
in the comfort of your light.
Hold him near, calm his fear,
keep him safe tonight.
Do not let him dash his toe upon a single rock.
Let him always feel your nearness,
together with him walk.
Give him daily sustenance,
 in your word bid him sup’,
hold him when he’s weary, 
should he fall, Lord, lift him up!
Assure him when he’s lonely, 
that where he goes you go
Remind him that we love him more
 than he could ever know.
Until this nightmare’s over, Lord,
and his tour of duty’s done,
until the desert lays behind him,
and he’s resting safe at home,
command your angels to surround him,
his protective hedge of light
ever vigilant, ne’er tiring 
keep my son safe tonight!


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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


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In My Mirror

In this mirror, you can hear the child in a tall grass field and running wild The timothy grass hides this boy from view Your watching, and wondering, is that you Too few summers, with many lessons to learn from earth, deer, trout, eagle and fern As student's we gain and strengthen our voice for the path we follow in life, is our choice Take joy in this journey but, leave no track If Mother Earth cries, then you can't go back I see in this mirror, that the child has grown a man,now stands strong, to hunt on his own As he ventures through this forest of strife making choices that affect generations of life Pray that his choices weren't guided by greed Mother Earth cried, the "Great Spirit" takes heed 50 years of choices, in this generation's reign Tears come to my eyes, I feel Mother Earth's pain Man's greed and arrogance spoiled water, air, sky and land Mother Earth, I see is crying, poisoned by human hand With grand-children sick, from this contamination of earth I ask grand-father's guidance, that he return Mother's mirth Man has stopped listening, he's only guided by greed Are only deaf people listening, I keep planting the seed I need your strength and wisdom to guide me along without fear of what's coming, my relations are strong Now I see in the mirror, an elder in white This mirror fades to darkness, I pray for the light
for "The Rhyming Game" contest The mirror doesn't lie!


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Let It Be, Let It Be

He passed away this week
Brain tumor, are there any others?
Join us in a spirit of prayer
Gracious Lord. . . . .
Beyond the walls of this church
Who speaks for him,
For all the families?
Do not abandon us
The organ plays softly, gently
Soothing as a mother's touch
Blessing the newborns
Streaming through rainbow hues
Tongues of fire descend                                                                                        Precious gems of belief
Praying for me
Is there something here,                                                                                                 Is there really something here?


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DADDY

A father is someone that 
holds your hand at the fair
makes sure you do what your mother says
holds back your hair when you are sick
brushes that hair when it is tangled because mother is too busy
lets you eat ice cream for breakfast 
but only when mother is away
he walks you down the aisle
and tells you everythings gonna be ok 


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Your Smile

Oh how caring your smile can be, it always get the best of me.
Your smile is filled with so much love and grace, it puts me in a daze.
It is so radiant and bright it is truly uplifting and is certainly a delight.
Oh your smile is lovable as can be, it always get next to me.


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We Went to Grandma's House


We went to Grandma’s house the other day! And brought some gifts along the way! We enjoyed our time and our wonderful visit We’re glad we had time with her! We wouldn’t miss it! We took her out and did some shopping in town… There were some good buys waiting to be found! We had a chance to have dinner with her too! This was an opportunity we wanted to do! We had a chance to talk about the days of past. Our memories of her, is something that will last! We enjoyed our time with grandma! Yes we did! She always has something worthwhile to give! We thank the Lord for a special grandma like this! Our times together have been happy and bliss! Please take good care of her Lord, is our prayer! Keep her in your tender mercy and care! We look forward to the next time we spend together! She’ll always be our grandma! Today and forever! By Jim Pemberton


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Soon

She has become
Like a thin Chinese tea cup
Placed upon a large rock
She has become… fragile
Afraid to go anywhere
Least she break

She sits outside
When the weather is clear
Reading the same book
She has read for many years
Painfully turning the pages
With crooked fingers

Occasionally
I see her smile
As the lines on her face
Seem to multiply ten fold
While she tries to remember
Why she is smiling

When the cooler weather
Dances around her
She wears a long soft scarf
Wrapped many times
Around her neck
To keep the cold away

Sometimes
She will ask me
"When will my friends
Be coming by?"
And I sit next to her
Hold her hand
And say to her
Soon Grandma… soon


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Tears of the Broken

Introduction: At some point of our lives, someone close to us departs off to the next
phase. We think of the good times and try not to think the bad; but sometimes it haunts us
back to how we responded in a naive way for our juvenile wishes. And sometimes we see them
in our dreams at the utmost optimism and glory. But the fact that we get to realize what
we did back then may have cherished and broken their souls in some ways, we always wonder
if we could alter the deeds that wounded their affection in our times of immaturity…And
pray that we get a second chance to do so for our next life. *the first two lines have some inspiration from another piece*



Even if our hearts were as strong as a storm, we’d still feel a little bit sad Knowing that we’ve lost our grandfather, our friend, our dad. For so many years, we’ve felt their presence In so many ways, we’ve felt complete, But truly, even if we deny – We sometimes skip a heartbeat. Our lives are nothing but their memories and their art, Orbiting us each day, reminding us of who we are Where we stand and to whom we belong, We pray and cry up oceans for them night after night Praying to be together just one more time, in the worlds of light. But yes you are so fortunate, that you got to leave, You’ve made it to the greater step, I pray for us to meet. May your soul be blessed and may it shine brighter than the sun, Again and again ‘I love you’ it’s not a lie, I may not have said it that much But I hope you knew inside, even if I may have been unkind as such Nothing is left for us to do but feel the tears stream down our eyes For we, once in a while have broken their hearts with one or two lies, Their face glows and vividly fades away from our dreams those nights That’s when we fall, fall down to our knees, pray for we could have changed The ways we reacted back in those days. Thoughts of those moments, thoughts of their sorrow smile Now makes us realize how we never cared, For that to overcome, we treasure the good times we’ve shared, The times we’ve heard them say “You’ve made me proud” The times we’ve felt them lay their hands, oh so be crowned. Their tender touch, their forgiveness Their blessings for us and their happiness, We pray to feel it all again Bring it all again, To the eternal life, after this time.


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A Prayer To Our Lady

O, Most Blessed Mother,
We thank you for your love.
For constant watching over us
From heaven up above.

You said yes to God
His Son, Jesus, you would take,
And give your life to raising Him
For all God's family's sake.

Mary, you hold the treasure 
Of God's graces in your heart.
Please, pour them on us generously,
From Jesus, your Son, we never want to part.


Details | Free verse | |

See the Light

I just heard the other day
I could have been anything I wanted
Imagine, your own choices unencumbered
By all that tortuous guff, childhood stuff                                                                     Where did it come from, how did it start
Why doesn’t everyone have it, or none?
Do you suppose it has anything to do 
With the way you think, or talk, or act
I stop and watch all the sweet scenes
A father holding hands with his little boy
His trusting walk, his smile, a precious moment
To build on others until a man is made
Mom rocks her three year old to sleep
Warm and cozy in her loving arms
Who wouldn’t want those memories, to share
Care for those who can relate, reciprocate
Could that simple song guide our lives along
Becoming something to someone, somewhere, 
When weary bones a place to rest,                                                                           To carry the image, father and mother forever                                                            When does that change take place
Hold within the secret , their secret
The secret sanctity, accepting who
And what we are, to radiate life’s joy
A purpose for all, quiet and strong                                                                               Sharing with those who see the light.


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My Kashmir Burns (Part 1)

I picture Kashmir through lightened KL. News of another massacre darkens my eyes
Winds are thirsty there. They continue to taste the young blood.
I groom myself with exquisite things,
Sipping ice tea in ac room, I comfort myself
And Kashmir burns. Kashmir set ablaze

I can smell the warm blood of beaten corpse
Where from winds bought this smell. Somewhere Karbala reborn.
Mosques are being slammed
There windows stoned. And the black boots leave their footprints on Mimber
Even God judges on evidence
There is one Imaam left now; he hides her daughters in his shadow
A blunt knife in his hands; soon he will sacrifice them to keep their innocence
Kashmir is burning. Kashmir is bleeding
And I write.

Army jeep chases the tracks. To find the associated bodies
They are alive now. Soon they will be dead
From Patan to Sopor, And in narrow passages of nostalgic downtown
Ghosts of curfew
Haunt the houses for young souls.

From the Kupwara cantonments, search lights chase emptiness
Nothing is left now. Search lights can’t see inside the graves
A boy there went missing for two days. His father starts digging his grave.
I put my earphones on and I close my eyes. I sleep
While my Kashmir is ablaze
“It’s me poor farmer’s son. Kupwara’s charm, I feel no pain”.
I see him so alive in my dreams.
He chants songs of Mahjoor from his burnt lips. My hands shiver. He has no finger nails.
I see his smoke tanned skin. Same as that of Khayam’s barbeques
He stands at a distance from me. I can still smell kerosene
“Tell my mother to let her heart become cold. Her heart will not bear my state.
Tell my mother to let her eyes become blind. Her eyes will not withstand my sight.”
I follow him towards his tortured body. He tells me to follow the spilled blood.
His blood has made its own Jhelum. I row on it. Until it gets lost in black boots
The story will turn into legend. I find his body no more.

On the streets silence prevails. Nobody has permission to wail.
Sisters are beatifying coffins while brothers look for stones.
For bullets there will be stones
Kashmir is ablaze. She is wailing in grotesque tones.
In Lal Ded hospital a new born cries: Father register me at cantonment then take me out
Death is recruiting in dozens at a time.
Tomorrow is curfew. Death has no curfew pass.
How they want to identity you. Becomes your identity
People burn up all you identity cards.


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L O M L Always

The thought of her smiling gave me faith
From when we were little we bathe
My mother and her mother is best friends
They both took care of us and gifts they send
We pulled each others hair
And she was always quick to dare
When I smiled at her she knew it was no good
She learned to pull me up and she understood
I just wanted her attention and that she gave
She knew it in her heart love was my slave
From when we were a child with full of energy I had my way
She was the one who was my guide and she did not push me away
When I saw her cry one day and her eyes was so sad
I gave her a flower and I smiled at her and made her glad
When some one special leaves her heart
I sat by her and never wanted to depart
She is the love of my life always
She is the one who gave me my hope through out my days
So I gave her my heart and love from within
And I did not make it thin
I stood by her side since I was a child
I gave her my support when we were wild
She knew who I was and I let her go the distance
I did not hate her or give her resistance
My mother and her mother are great friends and their virtue will never end
Because of their love they both trusted us to live our ways to transcend
So my childhood friend was my best friend, and now my wife
She new it from the start that we part of each others life


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Parents Need To Be In Church With Their Children


Parents Need To Be In Church With Their Children… Many parents bring their kids to church… Hoping they’ll be a “better person.” They want them to hear about God. And listen to the “Sunday lesson.” They often tell the children to listen and obey God’s ways. But you’ll never see the parents at church on Sundays! They’re “too busy” to spend time with God... Even at home. Then tell their children they love them. And often leave them alone. They parents don’t want to take the time to give them their attention. They want the Sunday school teacher to give them a “moral direction.” Parents need to be the man and woman God wants them to be! They need to have Christian principles that their children can see! Won’t you be there for your children and help them to understand… What it means to be a Christian. And to be a Godly woman or man! It’s Christ’ desire that you as parents be a Godly example! There’s just too many temptations for your kids to handle! Living for God. As a family. Is the best thing you can do! Christ stands at your heart’s door… The rest is up to YOU! By Jim Pemberton 11/16/11


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The Gracious Woman II

The gracious woman grows through her own self-reflection
Everything she goes through in life is a lesson
Her beauty is of essence such as her presence
Full of integrity, compassion, and optimistic guessing
The courage that she brings
Screams a strong woman destined
With the passion of a soldier at war
She is honorable, respectful, worthy and more
Qualities that must be adored


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Visual Melodies

Visual Melodies Fresh evergreens stand beside A crisply clear slow moving brook Reflections of minnows glitter In the midday sun’s warm look Bare branches began to don The tiny green leaves of spring Nature’s ring of promise encircles The earth with an array of floral bling Exquisite beauty peeks through The smallest opening of vision Rainbow colors expose themselves Inside sky born hues made with precision A willow tree has greened and Tips to weep into the brook Providing a sultry place for the Mallards to create a safe nook All eyes have rested upon a scene A four by four swatch of land Possessing a great beauty from the Multi colored seas to its albacore sands People are gardens of luscious fruits Solely crafted by the master’s hand of grace Like precious oil sticks of incense whose aromas Rise, as Heavens Holy fire ignites our spiritual space Burn Bright With His light Carole Cookie Arnold 2011


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Mother's Love

M other we honor her.... 
O vercomer in trials and tribulations, 
T ruthful for she keeps her word and her obligations. 
H elpful to all that needs a helping hand, 
E verlasting love through time that stands. 
R ighteousness of Christ, 
S elfless from start to finish through her life. 

L ove that is enduring... 
O nly with her love, she is always reassuring. 
V isits the lonely whenever she can, 
E ternally blessed, with Jesus love she stands. 
 
  
Dedicated to my mother who has stayed with our family through thick and thin...
Written in May of 2009...This poem was written when she was in the nursing home.  
On her birthday of June 27th of this year she would have been 83, 
But is now with the Lord since August 17, 2010.


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A call for mom

Ma, ma, help Please,
Can you give me love? 
Hold me, hold me, 
Very tight; 
A smile for my heart,  
And one from the start,
Give a hug to show me love. 
That is why your mom.


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Free Bird

<                             "Hark" the Herald Angels begin to sing
                 "Jesus"patiently awaits so her children can say their last goodbyes
                       Cancer is the one thing she will not have to bring
                            For she earned her wings and is now free to fly 



Entry For 
Carolyn Devonshire's
 Perception Of Heaven's Contest
G.L. All



RIP Mama
{1934-2005}


Details | I do not know? | |

What people might think

People may say that i am a spoiled little brat.
    Only becuase they see what they wan't to see.
   We all have been through things in our life time that we just want to forget, but we just can't  seem to forget.

My mom has put me through many things "but lets not say" in the past.  And i have learned from some of those things.  It made me a stronger person inside and outside. 

  I don't know my father at all. I wasn't even born when my mom was around him.
 But i have a loving family.

I would never change my past even if i had the chance.  Becuase if i did then i wouldn't be 
where i am now.

 People who are out there that are judging people based on how they act or look, are stupid. Wise up and grow up... 
Those people you judge have a GOOD reason for the way they look or act.
 And maybe they need some one there to talk to. To get things off their 
back.

                        Just like the saying. "Don't judge a book by it's cover"



*just something  that i had to say* :)comment if you have a thought (or fav poem if you like it)*
  
                                        


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I AND I AND I

Dear YAHWEH protect 'I' from soar eye
I  see my brothers die
Their Mothers cry
No Truce cyah stop 'I' they say
But bullets they let fly
More arc-eye, more Buss-eye, no Trained eye
To see our children
Go by the way side...O! my

Yah bless I, forgive I, Redeem I
As I watch the Devil
And his workers fry
Whence coming of the most high
Heaven's door opens up in the sky
Trumpets blow
Legions of Angels flow

Yes I free at last, free at last
I and I and I


©Copyright November, 2008 by Brian Pierre-Alexander
© All Rights Reserved


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A True Credo Of Love

(To All Who Believe It Can Be Achieved)


Caucasoid, Mongoloid,and Negroid
Colour the conscience progression 
of Man's ethical Truths...
The cultural aggressions of violence
and ignorance must end!
Extend your heart, hand and life
Towards the Precious Don of Honour...
Freely, keeping the sincere
Brotherly Creed


 

Comments:  Brothers and Sisters it is time that we stand up and let the Love of God in, after 
all we are all one in the same under the skin, so why not give it a grand try... One Love and 
Many Blessings in Him Always, Adell


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The Women

We laugh and cry. We smile and have fun
But even when that is all said and done 
In our hearts still lie the sadness and woes
I guess our brains are too slow to know

No amount of cheer can hold back what we feel
With our souls overwhelmed we each find our way to deal
Whether in anger or anxiety, in guarded fear or open minds 
We know that they are with us, in front and behind

As birds of a feather we are drawn together
Each carrying with us a pain that binds forever
We have become so much more than simply friends
The strength that we carry in us will always mend

Our broken hearts and tradgic tales
The hardships we have endured will make us prevail
We are the women that we are today
Because we let no limits hold us at bay.

Written on the 11th of September as proof of the strength that I see everyday not just in my family and friends but in women everywhere. Not to be cliched but I truely believe that the ones I wrote this for are amazing women that I cherish very much and I hope you can feel it too :)


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marking time....to my friends on poetry soup.- the Lord helped me fight death and won.

i don't want to be just marking

time.  i died on november 20,

2008, during surgery.  i was

on a vent when i awakened 

december 2, 2008....my sisters'

birthday. what made me llive

i'll never know.  i know there

are things to do on this side

of death.



i have no time for marking time.

i have a stupid bag hanging from

my side now.  i am supposed to

"get comfortable with it".  well

that was a laugh.

that was a laugh until i thought

of the people that had these

things with no hope of ever

getting away from them.



i am so lucky.  14 days i laid

on a vent, then 22 more.

i came home 3 days, 



then 


i had
great pain in my chest...
.
well this is great i said,

a pulmonary emboli, 15 more

days, three days home.



then back to e.r. blood pressure

too high.  this bought me 

4 more days in e.r.



i am home now and finally 

have spent 19 days home.

i feel every pain and i feel

every time that i feel good



yes, i am never marking

time again.....there is

something about fighting

for your life and your sanity

that straightens things out.



i don't recommend it but

i wish i could let your hearts

know what i know.

janetta


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MOM I'm Pregnant

What shall I say to her?

What if she knows?

Can she tell that I carry another soul?

As I wonder what would I tell mom...

All these thoughts paced through my head,

I should have NEVER laid in his bed...

Sweet nothings was ALL that he said...

He got what he wanted, then left, just fled...

I was weak a young victim a surely misled...




 When I confessed to my mother,

That I had slept with my lover,

And in a few months she'd be a grandmother...

Her face turned cherry red, yet words where still unsaid...

Days turned into months,

My belly stuck out further in front...




 Finally we spoke today,

She said "When is he due?"

I replied "This May the 8th."

She said "She loves me!"

That was it, nothing else to say but "I love you too mom, in a special way!"


For it will be a blessed Mothers Day...


My Statistic: Life is challenging enough, it tends to be even
Harder for adolescence because they don't
Know as much as they think they
Know in actuality they don't. But mistakes and accidents are
Apart of life.... You live and you learn...


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Me, Myself and I

Alexandra
Hardworking, Dancer, Writer, Loyal
Sister of Catie and Mollie, Daughter of Valerie and Damien
Lover of no one (for now)
Who feels that poetry is a savior, life isn't complete without friends, and love will find a way
Who fears isolation, failure, and not believing
Who would like to see their writing published, their designs manufactured, and their lives well
Resident of The Bronx, New York
McKenna


Details | I do not know? | |

You're There, I See You

I close my eyes in darkness
While the world lies down to sleep
As a father and a husband
My family’s mine to keep
Protect them? I am willing
I am always there on guard
But, when I’m not and far away
I trust You are, oh Lord

The rising sun of morning
Has my family’s eyes so wide
As the motor sounds of traffic
Fills the air that floats outside
And the people that are walking
Some are jogging, some just go
Makes me see, what truly is
And all I really need to know

God, You’re there… I see you

In the blue that reigns up in the sky
On the breath of clouds that float on by
The image of the homeless man
Who still offers up his time
As he asks not for, without doing first
So I give water to quench his thirst
To the flowers that grow in the park
And the trees that children climb

God, You’re there… I see you

While coming home at evening time
Knowing my family waits for me
I smile real wide as I walk along
So all the world can see
Maybe then they’ll see just what I see
And then take it on their way
With hopes that they will share a smile
And make better someone’s day

Now the sun has set, children tucked
With a kiss I gave to fall asleep
Standing at the door I see my wife
And I feel the love she gave to keep
I thank you Lord for all I have
For always seeing my family through
Because I know I couldn’t do this alone
That’s why I put my faith in You

God, You’re there… I see you

In the blue that reigns up in the sky
On the breath of clouds that float on by
The image of the homeless man
Who still offers up his time
As he asks not for, without doing first
So I give water to quench his thirst
To the flowers that grow in the park
And the trees that children climb

God, You’re there… I see you


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If You Were

If you were a penny, I’d keep you in my front pocket every day.
I’d shine and cleanse you daily, washing all troubles and woes away.
If you were a diamond ring, on my finger is where you’d stay.
I’d shine the stone feverishly, parting all frets and worries astray.

If you were a novel, I’d place you at the very front of the shelf,
I’d tear out the pages of misery, and swallow the depression myself.
If you were as free as a butterfly, I’d cup you within my hands.
I’d whisper all my secrets, then release you from all commands.

If you were a painting, I’d pose you directly over so all could see,
I’d dust away the tears and guilt, inhaling the particles inside of me.
If you were a bronze statue, I would polish you until you shined.
I’d scour away the torment, and any melancholy I should find.

If you were a flower, I’d pluck the petals of bane from your life,
I’d water and feed you frequently, nourishing the roots of strife.
If you were an eagle, I’d admire your rare beauty from above,
I’d watch you slowly soar into the horizon, taking with you,
my heart, my soul and love.


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A Box of Hope and Dreams

I keep my dreams and aspirations,
stored away neatly in this box.
Tied off with a pretty pink ribbon,
secured tightly with key and lock.

And every time I feel like a failure,
I open it, so I can again feel alive.
Arms of dreams tightly surround me,
giving me strength I need to survive.

I’ve hidden this box in a secret place,
where I’m the only who can see.
A beautiful box of hopes and dreams,
finely sewn with love at the seams.

This box is opened quite frequently,
especially when we’re apart –
this rhetorical box of memories,
in perfect synch with each beat of my heart


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I was Beautifully And Wonderfully Made

I was beautifully designed and wonderfully made… There’s nothing that God has given to me that I would ever trade! I was fashioned and created by God… With one thing in mind. To be an image of HIM… In a body by his design! He fashioned and formed me with the dust of the ground... He gave me his love. It ‘s all around! Though there are imperfections and “inflictions” within… God is patient and willing to forgive my every sin! Through life… I’ll endure trials, heartache and despair... God is with me... He’s always there! I know that his son, Jesus… Has given me his grace. He has provided for my life… “A resting place…” I’m going to serve this God… Whom I love so much! How I long for his presence… His “special touch…” Thank you God... For a “new” person you’re helping me to be! And may your light continue to shine through people like me! By Jim Pemberton When I'm going through a discouraging time... This poem reminds me of how special that I am to God!


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Pushing Pink

The following poem is dedicated to my mother, a breast cancer survivor and an inspiration to me!

Pushing pink is no ordinary task---
No one wants to live in fear, behind a thick mask.
Tell me you love me if no one else does;
Think of me if you will just because.

Pink ribbons or not, accept my disease!
It's not hard to do when you're down on your knees.
Pray for my wellness, a life of hope and love;
Shower blessings upon me, the joy of a snow white dove.

Lay pink blankets upon me and put a pink bow in my hair---
Please take this cup from me, it's too much to bear!
You don't have to say goodbye, it's not the end.
Always think of me often as your one, true friend.

Pushing pink may be a difficult task;
Sometimes one must put on a thick mask.
Pray for my wellness, a life of hope and love;
Shower blessings upon me, the joy of a snow white dove.

c10/23/13  Julie Rasley

(for Poet Destroyer's Pinktober contest)


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You call yourself a father

Growing up was hard for me,
I think i grew up to soon,
I had to take charge in the big brother role,
But also i had to take hold to the father role somehow.

My mom was the only one who was there for her children,
We knew that she loved us,
She was in love with my father but he wasn't faithful,
So she found someone else who showed her true love.

My siblings never truly understood it,
I tried my best to encourage them to behave,
Which they listened but to a certain point,
Finally my mom married her true love and the caos began.

My father tried to step back in the picture,
My siblings began to side with my father not knowing the seriousness,
I decided to talk to them one-on-one but neither of them listened,
They wanted for my mom and father to be together.

One day my mother sat them down,
Telling them the hurt and pain she experienced with my father,
She explain to them the whole nine yards,
They understood then and began looking at my father differently.

Getting to the stage of middle school,
We began to see less of our father,
It was his choice...not ours,
He wouldn't call for our birthdays or holidays,

So we leaned mostly on our step-father,
They wouldn't accept him as father,
He would do all he could for us,
But instead the only one(s) who really let him be a father figure was me and the 
youngest brother.

My step-father loves my mom and has been there for her going on Fifteen years.
He is a firm talk like he's a policeman or something,
But he is a nice person.
My mom loves him and so do we.

So this is a message for all of the children out there who has a no good father....if 
your mom has a man or husband, please treat him right because he is there to 
protect your mom and you all. Thanks for listening!!


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LOOKING FOR HER

all her things she saved
for us are flung out and
flying all about.............


every counter is full and
ever shelf is crammed.
             each
has a story to tell


i have found a diary for a 
             day,
pages telling how she lived 
              each day
               
            
she writes how much
she loves my sister and
               i

she cries out how she misses
               and loves
               my father

she writes of her
love of her grandchildren
               that is
               what her
tomorrows are all about

i see
what made her 
              so sad  


she writes from her
               heart
and my mind breaks

my tears
of gratitude
flow

i am so thankful
she left me her
things
to care for......

i can let her go now...
......and say

...."mama go rest"

by joloujanetta


"never did i know what a comfort
a pillow where she lay her head
would be for me......"


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Trees and Dirt

Trees and dirt I sleep on the earth, the dust the sand, longing to birth.
Oil on skin, bare, 
sweat on your back, 
feels amazing.
Yes! Im back on track.
Sleeping cosy as a worm, 
unencumbered by any material possession or fixed term.
Free to explore, a magical universe, 
I must implore.
No home, no chores, no bills to pay. 
Just water, food gathered and warmth today.
A dusty cave, cute as a button, no slamming door, 
just love in your belly, to the very core.
I love this realm, 
just need more time, 
time to explore.
Trees and dirt  I sleep on the earth, the dust, the sand, longing to birth.
And return once again to mother earth.


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I Knew Someone Who Wanted to End It All

I Knew Someone Who Was Ready to “End It All!” I knew of someone who just wanted “to end it.” Giving up on life, and did not want to “defend it.” It was a heart wrenching and difficult situation. He said what he wanted to, with no explanation! I could see his face and the sad look in his eyes! What he was going to do next, was anyone’s surprise. He turned to drugs and encountered addictions. With this brought much disease and afflictions! He gave up on the wonderful family that was given. And turned to a pretty wild and crazy way of livin’! I told him about a God who loves him very deeply. As he listened, he began to grow restless and weary. I reached for his hand and began to pray for God’s power! It was a miracle! The blood of Jesus changed him that hour! The spirit of God brought healing and hope to his body! He was so excited! He rushed out to tell everybody! The “end” that he wanted, seemed to just fade away! For the son of the living God, changed him this day! The glory of God, and the power of Jesus’ resurrection… Changed him! And got him going in a NEW direction! He’s so thankful for the blood of Christ’ atonement! And is a different person now, because of that moment! This same Jesus loves and can do the same for YOU! Through the problems of life… He will see you through! By Jim Pemberton


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" A MAMA'S JOB"

A mama's job is so hard her work is never done.
She works from dusk til dawn and she never has no fun.

Doing laundry,washing dishes,sweep and mopping floors.
Making beds,cooking and sewing clothes that kids have tore.

Our mama's work is so hard she's always doing for us.
Taking her kids where they need to go her car is like a bus.

When it's bedtime and mom has tucked us all in.
She pours her glass of wine and says tomorrow it starts again.
                                       Teresa Skyles

Please let me enter this one Carolyn cause a mama's job is the hardest.


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Mothers Love

Mother’s Love Without a Mother’s love, no house becomes a home. Without a Mother’s love, in the streets, the children roam. Without a Mother’s loving hands that create and soothe and mend; the hearts of many grow cold; in prisons of anger, their lives spend. Mother’s play the leading role in every so-called family. Mother’s love is the cement that bind her loved ones happily. It takes a Mother’s loving smile, gentle touch or prayer to give encouragement where needed, when trials are too hard to bear. Mother’s love is precious and should be treated so, ‘cause Mothers don’t last forever; finally to death’s sleep must go. So while your Mother’s love is with you, treasure it each day. Many never have the privilege— their Mother’s love to relay. Mother’s love is a taste of heaven, where love and forgiveness is free. Even if you don’t see eye to eye, she’ll not arguably disagree. For a Mother’s love gives comfort to a lost or needy soul. She’s a gift from the Father’s heart; the hurting one to console. Mother’s love is patient; shows wisdom and thoughtfulness; a daily deep devotion in a world of selfishness. Mother’s love is enduring— endurance that defies explanation. Of all the love God gave us, Mother’s love is His crowning creation. Copyright © Maureen LeFanue 2010-2012 www.maureenlefanue.com This poem is featured in Maureen’s Book, Poetry To Touch Your Heart & Soul [Book 1] Photography by Maureen LeFanue


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PLAINLY SPEAKING

Certain things are just not said,
When we're in certain comp'ny.
Words and phrases seldom heard,
Are often looked at funny.

No longer is good common sense,
The rule of thumb, the norm,
So often plainly spoken words,
Will take on different form;

'Cause most folks just don't listen,
To what is being said,
And oft the words go rattling 'round.
Inside an empty head;

Then they draw their own conclusions,
Concerning what you said,
Even though they've not a clue,
The story they will spread.

If what you hear sounds strange to you,
The facts a little off,
Consider who you're talking to,
Before you laugh and scoff,

At someone you may barely know,
If in fact at all,
And what you heard is hearsay,
Just gossip all in all.

When others speak, just listen,
And make sure you understand.
Keep your mind upon the topic,
Don't short change your fellow man.

Remember to speak plainly,
Not to be misunderstood,
And remember too that gossip,
Don't do anybody good.


(Have you ever noticed that those who talk the most are usually the ones who have little else to do?  And often they really don't know much more than we do. My grandmother used to say the dog on the shortest chain does the most barking.)


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Woman, The I AM

I am the woman. I am the only woman. I am the one woman. My name is Women. I nurse nations at my breast. Ripened bosoms set loins afire. Life spews forth from my parted thighs. Astride they clamp and drain desire. Lips, that part as seas once did, Guiding the yearning with silent voice. Plump and moist, they quench the arid Voices singing their grateful rejoice. My blood flows red, and rich, and warm. Tears stream rivulets borne of joy and sorrow. A rib once lost, hath given no reason to mourn I am perfected, I will lead all tomorrow. Woman, is my name. Woman, I am the one. Woman, I am the only one. Woman, the I am.


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I love you more

What can I render to the Lord for all His gifts to me
His love
His Grace 
His forgiveness
His sacrifice
His faithfulness
His Joy
He who took MY SINS
His abounding Mercy
His fathomless love
His total commitment to my salvation
To my wholeness
To my welfare
To my emotional stability
To giving me eternal life
He gave a pure white robe to cover me with HIS RIGHTEOUSNESS

Because of Jesus-I now know Him as an adoring Father. 
A Brother who will always walk so close I feel His presence and who always watches over me.
A mother whose words and affections surround me daily with care like a Mother hen
Proverbs:1:8

What can I render to the Lord who took my pain
Who in His own body was wounded and bore the sorrows and my grief I was to going through and the mistakes and the sin ready at every moment to try and trick me out through my life-time- 
He sent His WORD- His LIGHT to enlighten my darkness and show me clearly the road I should take-(Proverbs: chapters 1to 9)

Yes YOU were always ready to defend me, a helpless orphan- for without YOU as my Dad and as my mother- I was abandoned to this world-
But Now I can cry with all my heart- ABBA FATHER I love you - But YOU say
          
               I 
     LOVE  Y  MORE 
              O
              U 

What can I render to the LORD- MY God- whose precious pure blood was spilt to bear the sins of all our humanity- I will take ‘the cup’ of Your salvation and honor your name with my life- For only your pure blood is worthy to pay for all sin-I will confess your name before the world for which you died to save -and I will call upon your HOLY name - for your name alone is WORTHY- JESUS.

© Brenda V Northeast 28th  January 2012 


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Touched

The train station was mostly empty.
The wooden bench was hard and uncomfortable;
I had no place else to sleep.
A rolled up newspaper was the best pillow I could find.

An old, worn out lady and her teenage son 
sat in the row of seats facing my bench.
He sat staring at me, while his muscles twitched,
his face contorted and grunt sounds emitted from his throat.

"Hi", he yells at me, causing echoes through the 
cavernous, empty train station.
"I'm sorry," she apologizes for her ward,
"He's a bit touched."
"I'm touched," he loudly repeats.

"Yeah", I say, sitting up, "What does that mean?"
"Well," she starts to answer ...
"No," I interrupt, "I want him to tell me."

"I'm touched," he shouts again.

"What does that mean", I repeat,
"What does it mean to be touched,
and how can I be touched, because I would like that."

A smile lights up his face as it bobs, twists and shakes uncontrollably.
He turns his whole body towards his Mother,
looks at her with a quizzical look on his face,
then turns back towards me.

"You can't be touched," he blurts out,
"You are normal ...I am different ... I am touched."

"Are you sure," I ask, leaning closer to his smiling face.
"Because I think you have been told something that is wrong."
Now both he and his Mother look at me intently;
she instinctively grabs a hold of his hand, studying me very closely.

I am aware that my appearances clearly indicate I am a homeless man.
I have not shaved in weeks.  I have not bathed in days.
I am wearing the same clothes I had on when I walked away from my home
and life six months ago.

"No," I continue, "Everyone else is different - you are normal."
"People only tell you you are different, because they are jealous,
they want to be like you, but they can't be.
You are the only normal person in the whole, entire world.
Everyone else is, a little touched."  And, I wink at him.

He lights up, rocks back and forth, laughs and guffaws.

I get up; walk over to the two of them; 
shake his trembling hand; and, kiss his mother on the cheek.

As I walk towards the exit, starting my journey back home,
I turn and see a policeman walking past the two strangers -
I barely hear the policeman say, "Good morning",
followed by the boy's loud, booming voice, gleefully shout,
"Hi, I am normal."


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Untitled (A Mother's Poem)

Last night I had a vision
of a magic hummingbird
Who’d come with mystic wisdom
to a question he once heard

My dream became a story 
that was written just for you
upon a prism rainbow   
he created as he flew

As he spun his magic tale 
it was painted on the sky
along with graceful notes of
an enchanted lullaby

The evanescent melody 
starts; “Once upon a time”
and generates perfection: 
unveiled memories, sublime

Long ago, and far away
you awoke and came to me
and commenced an epoch query
for a child of only three

I picked you up and kissed you
and you gave a kiss to me.
”Have we always been together, Mom?”
“Will we always be?” 

“I think so.  Don’t you?”   I asked
and my eyes filled up with tears
as if our lives could be summed up 
by the number of our years.

Your tired little eyes exposed
your innocence of youth 
but your brilliant mind brought 
peace, quickly reconciled by truth

Entranced in thought you pondered
then you turned to answer me
“I think so, for sure!”  
you insisted, most emphatically

Like links upon the chain of life
joined by unseen tether.
You chirped your explanation,
“We’ve always been together!”

“When Mema was so tiny,
that you couldn’t even see,
Nana was seed in her,  
You were in that seed, with me!”

I closed my eyes and held you
then I kissed your little head 
“Yep.  It’s true.”  you said.  “Always.”
and you shuffled back to bed

Just when you think it’s over
and it’s reached a wondrous end
The end is a beginning
and we round the magic bend

I dreamed about a hummingbird
luminous and blue
Who emanated mystic wisdom 
into rainbows as he flew

The melody diffuses
as a harmony of hues.
Surrender then crescendo
into eternities’ good news

The orchestra of life explodes
and our hummingbird returns
to weave his final tapestry
sprouting life from ashes burned

This is a perfect story
and it has a perfect end
giving rise to new creation
and the bird will fly again

Many, many years from now
As you gaze at the night sky
You’ll think about this story
then remember me and sigh

Glance up to the crescent moon
In its’ stead you’ll see my smile
tell me all about your day
and we’ll visit for a while

Gently I’ll caress your cheek
with breeze upon the air
and sprinkle you with moonlight 
so you know that I am there

We’ve always been together,
and we shall always be.
A little birdie told me so,
as you did, when you were three.


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Pink Joy

_______________________

The pain preceding
a simple joy receiving 
my little pink love,
you arrived in a downpour
of glorious emotion..........

_______________________

Contest ~ "Pink Joy"


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Dear Grandson (Lane)

Your mother requested of me today
a poem, to be written for you.
One to be read in days gone by
with my love expressed anew.

Though poems be written day in and out
with love as a sweet refrain.
There is no poem with room enough,
my love for you, to contain.

A greater gift than words of verse
I have to bequeath with love.
Abraham’s blessings from me to you
poured out by our Father above.

On bended knee your day of birth
before the throne of grace.
My grandson I laid on the alter of God
for Christ to protect in my place.

A friend He will be in darkened days
and close by your side will prevail.
Devotion to you was one day placed
into His hands with nails.

My love, dear grandson, is free of charge
but one prayer I ask from you.
Please walk the streets of gold with me
your mother will be there too.


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A Mother`s Dream

Bella  Oh!  Bella ......
called her mother 
wake up,wake up dear
get ready for school

mother wants her pearl to be successful
she was a manure for Bella
gem like words inspired Bella a lot
got her with strong spirits

took her words and learned well
became a shining star
enjoying a golden life
had power in her hands!

treasuring her mothers words
keeping it as a secret
so to make her children sail over a sea of excellence,
have a fruitful life


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That All The World May Know

From The time I was a boy
when mother raised me at her knee,
from the time I was a boy
I was already beginning to see

From the time I was a boy
I’d walk with mother to the well,
from the time I was a boy
I was already beginning to tell

The call upon my life
as to manhood I would grow,
the call upon my life
that all the world may know

The call upon my life 
would lead me to the cross,
the call upon my life; 
my Father’s greatest cost.

And now I am with Him
though I drank the dreaded cup,
and now I am with Him
as by Him I was raised up.

And now I am with Him
seated at My Father’s Right Hand,
and now I am with Him
as the Door to Heavenly Lands.


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Celestial Mother

Once great always great I say to you.
Upside down or right side up you be.
Once upon a time and a time once was she.
Gathering the universe and shining a Star or two.
 
Then one day She shot down to Earth out of the blue.
She gathered Her crops and made circles wide and free.
She made them so big the whole of the world could see.
She took the Stars the Sun and Moon making them new.
 
She shined talents never quite seen.
Amazing and sparkling from up above,
She is the smartest thing ever so keen.
She is abundant in spreading Her love.
 
She is our Celestial Mother in Heaven,
Separated by the empty shells of leaven!
 
 
© Copyright: Ann Rich   2007


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Sacred Mother Earth- Colors Of Nature

Oh Great Woman of all Nature
  Mother of our Divinely blessed, sacred Earth
Your beauty has kissed my lips
  with the splendor of your clear, sapphire skies
 

The golden, moon bathed Sands
  that are gently caressed
 by your crystal blue clear flowing rivers
Your gentle rain that ascends from the Heavens above
  to delicately soothe and blend
with tears that flow from the broken hearted
 

Your moist, emerald green hills 
 filled with enchanting, lovely flowers 
of every elegant shade and hue
I have beheld the splendid beauty…
 of your green weeping willow's gracious bows and limbs
of iridescent greens and golds
that whisper gently in your swaying, languid winds
 

I have witnessed golden eagles fly so gracious and free
  in your pictorial, periwinkle blue skies
I've feasted my eyes on the sublime splendor
  of your enchanting, golden harvest moon
as its elegant beauty paints a rose, gold, splendid image 
  so deep within my mind
 

All your violet-blue endless horizons
  Your smoky, gray mountains so grand
in the rose blue cool light of dawn
  Your chattering bird songs in skies of azure blue
The fragrant scent of amber gold pinecones
   in the sparkle of the crystal clear early morning dew
 

I pay Ode’ to you Great Mother Nature
  for every golden ray of sun that warmed my skin
that hangs brilliant and dazzling...
   in your glorious skies of cerulean blue


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Live To Give

Each day I awake I feel so brand new, knowing there is something for me
to do.  I love to see the smile on your face, it reflects your love and your
grace.  You live to give so much love, the kind of love I am dreaming of.
A love that is oh so true, The kind of love that makes me feel brand new!


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Tear in My Heart

My mother never knew what to do with me.
I was an obligation that needed to be. 
But I wanted her to love me.
Simply… love… me.
I would do anything to please her.
Wanting her to be proud, I worked hard at everything I did.
But she viewed me as her competition, not wanting to be out done.
Needless to say our relationship wasn’t what I wanted it to be.
I dreamed to have a family of my own to simply… love… me. 
I had a daughter who didn’t live. 
And my mom said someone like me shouldn’t have kids.
Though she didn’t know about my epilepsy and other problems with my health.
Then my life fell apart with hard times everywhere.
I didn’t show it but hidden…my health wasn’t all that good.
My husband’s diabetes affected his mind. And epilepsy was working on mine.
I ignored that fact. I worked hard as my epilepsy kept tearing every thing apart.
Finally with a hard earned job… Fourteen years later I had a son. 
The son I’d always wanted to have.
I was so very proud but was attacked by both health and son, at every turn.
He was wilder than most creating problems everywhere.
He blamed me for everything and everywhere something went wrong.
My health did it again at work as my relationship continued to crumble with my son.
He hated a mother who had to work, had epilepsy, and just wasn’t there for him. 
I was slowly dying when he was 12 and I was 52, when finally I was saved.
That night… I met God and he said I had more to be done along the way.
I came back and did every thing I could to help my wayward and unruly son.
But way before I helped him go to college… I knew I had lost my son.
But his best friend needed a mom so I was there for him.
It seems so strange to tell, but as my son moved out… His best friend simply moved in.
And it’s even stranger to tell that… 
The son who will occasionally smile at me, is someone else’s son.
He’s my heart-adopted son and has brought my first son closer again.
Jesus was always here and… the tear in my heart is gone.


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The Gracious Woman

The gracious woman is hated
She is not overrated but such a natural one
Morals and values dictated
Through her trials and tribulations her smiles stun
Family and friends created
Stay optimistic throughout the long run
The woman is so courageous
A strong heart is number one
She seems to be contagious
Her relationships are always undone
Her worthiness is outrageous
To find another is dreadful
To lose her is regretful
A woman of this caliber is so special


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Mothers Day

Thank You Mom for Your love, Your patience and Your wisdom. Mother’s Day is a time to reflect On Your life that’s been a beacon. Thank You for your unselfishness And forgiveness along the way. Thank You for your faith and prayer— Evil’s influence to allay. It’s not easy to be a Mother, But how would I ever know, Until I have my own little ones, And experience the winds that blow. There’s so much we take for granted, That’s just the way life goes, Until we know what’s involved In life’s many joys and woes. I thank God for Mother’s Day— A time to show my appreciation For all your sacrifices And life of unselfish devotion. May Your day a happy one, And my You find satisfaction, That You’ve raised me to adulthood, To give thanks for Mothers and God’s mysteries of creation. Maureen LeFanue Happy Mother's Day to all those wonderful mothers out there!


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-Sunlight, Moonlight, Listen To Your Daughters Calls-

Fogive me Mother, I have not forgotten your grace,
That saved me with your celestial light from the dark,
I still stand ready to walk one day in your place,
Still ready for the training I will need before this path I embark,
The rain still decends and with the worlds tears, it cleanses my soul,
I pray for it to come, chant to you my song, and wonder why it will not fall,
The earth still shares with me, and I learn from all that it knows,
If only dearest Goddess you would listen to my calls,
Dearest mother, after which I am named, do not take from me your gifts,
The war readys near and you have not time enough, to find a new leader for us,
I still walk your path as your namesake, Ma'mam I swear, I have not forgotten this,
Without your guidence I am lost and in distress,
Show me forgiveness, oh my dearest Mother that I bless...

Forgive me my father, I have not forgotten your warmth,
That gave me life, through your brilliant light, 
And saved me from the dead, cold dark,
I still stand ready, as your child warrior of white,
The wind still whispers to me ancient tales,
I pray for the dreams and yet I cannot tell why they wont retain,
The fire still burns bright within the sky, and I follow its ember trails,
Dearest God, without your guidence I will fall in pain,
Oh Father, do not steal your visions from me,
Without them I cannot see, and my Guides and I cannot talk and agree,
We send to thee, oh Father, an offering of sweet petal potpourri,
Do not revoke me for I am one of those chosen three,
Show me forgiveness, oh my dearest Father, and I shall act as your emcee...


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two woman one child

Once there were two women who lived different lives..
One I hardly around for me to remember, the other I call my mother.
Two different lives, shaped to make my one...
One was out of reach like a star, the other became bright sun.
The first gave me life and the second taught me how to live it.
The first gave me a need for love, and the second was always there to give it.
One gave me a nationality, the other gave me my nick name.
One gave me a seed of talent, the other gave me an aim.
One gave me emotions, the other calmed my fears.
One heard my first cry, the other dried all my tears.
One gave me up  without a second thought...To selfish to care
The other prayed for my safety and God led me straight to her. I was her Mandy Bear
And now you ask me, As my peer 
the age old question unanswered throughout the years...
Heredity or environment .. Which am I the product of..
Neither, my friend .. neither..
just two different kinds of people...That ended with only ONE LOVE


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YOUR MORNING TOAST AND CHEERIOS

      YOUR MORNING TOAST AND CHEERIOS              
I'll be the wind that blows your hair
all of your days I will be there
in summer breezes, winter's freeze
I'll be the wind through all your trees.

I'll be the raindrops on your face
each drop that falls a warm embrace
I'll be each sunset there will be
and every star will shine of me.

I'll be your time that comes and goes
your morning toast and cheerios
I'll be in all your candle flames
and I'll be there at football games.

I'll be the wind that blows your hair
both here and there and everywhere
if I must leave to be with you
then leave I must and leave I do.


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In Ten Years

there are too many indiscriminate yesterdays
in my memory
too many I'll do it tomorrows in my
vocabulary
i could blame my daddy for his absence
or I could fault my mama for her negligence
i could put it on uncle incestuous
who caused me to become promiscuous
but I'm a grown woman with plans
to be confident and advance
to inspire people not to become
hopeless mothers
or irresponsible fathers
I'll start today
not in ten years or tomorrow
but today


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Dandilion Girl

We both have our eyes
on a rising dandelion
sprouted in high grass
This gentle girl on her own
looking past weeds to her future
and I looking back



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MY MOTHERLAND

I love my country Zambia
I am committed to move it forward--
In the areas of good governance and national building
I may go out to another country as visitor--
In pursuit of noble goals for advancement of our nation
I will get knowledge and wealth to supplement our national economy--
From being a consumer market to a manufacturing oriented economy
I love my motherland Zambia--
I aim at the promotion and building our peaceful nation
I will die a little for my motherland Zambia

*chipepo lwele
 PS;Happy 48 years of independence mother Zambia[24/10/2012]


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

I Signed My Rights Over

I know  it’s the RIGHT THING to do,
When I look into  MY BABY’S big brown eyes.

I’m giving HIM up, handing him over,
Telling them, I’M an  INCAPABLE mother.

I thought I could be his MOMMY AGAIN,
But his WHIMPER proves me wrong.

I’m giving him up, handing him OVER,
Telling THEM, I’m an incapable MOTHER!

And today I’m signing my RIGHTS OVER.
I had a SECOND CHANCE, but I gave my baby back,
I DECIDED he was the one that DESERVED a second chance!   

So, I gave him up, HANDED him over,
And TOLD them I was an incapable mother.  




This is not about me. It came to me so I wrote it.


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' The Day, Was A Holy Day ... '

This Day, Was A Holy Day
As Crystal Drops Came Down
A Beautiful Display
And Soothing Sound

Like An Echo of Joyous Children
Or A Drum-Roll Softly Nearing
Or Like Angels Were Cheering … 
That’s What … It Was Like Hearing !

And It Poured Like A Pitcher
Cool, and Smooth and Clean
Slanting On My Window
Inspiring Me To Sing:

 - - - - - - -

“  Pitter-Patter, Pitter-Patter
Today … Nothing Is The Matter
Plop, Plop, Splatter, Splatter
Inside, We’re All Together

Washing Away Every Tear
Rinsing Away, Every Fear
Refreshing Every Year … 
… Raindrops, Touched Our Dears “

- - - - - - -

This Day, Water Came In Streams
But No Thunder or Lightning Screams
Just Innocent, Wistful, Wet Dreams
And Later, Rainbow Gleams

(And Waiting For Tonight’s Moonbeams) …

Today … Was A Holy Day
As Crystal Drops Came Down
A Beautiful Display
And Soothing Sound …


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The Reality of a Dream

I have felt the bliss, of a daughter’s kiss,
and realize what heaven must seem.
For in all my life, thru happiness and strife,
my daughter’s laughter consumes my dreams.

I have sailed afar, and traveled the stars,
in search of a more beautiful feeling.
I’ve flown by air, for this beautiful love affair,
that sends my heart and soul a reeling.

I’ve rode the train, in search of a domain,
where love feels as brilliant as this.
I’ve swam the ocean, with perfect motion,
yet always amiss to finding this bliss.

I’ve treaded the bush, in Australia I push,
demanding they show me the path to glory,
but I leave empty handed, though I’ve demanded,
a beautiful ending to this tormenting story.

I’ve lived my life, searching for who I am,
and always do I come up short.
I fret and I ponder, for a love that is fonder,
than this love in my dreams I distort.

Still I fail, to no avail, to find a reality as grand,
than the laughter I hear, in this dream I command.
I ‘ve walked life’s path, in search of a resolution,
mindless to an ultimate desperate conclusion.
For a dream is an illusion, a visionary infusion,
a poignant resolution to all confusion – and a dream is just that….a dream.


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THE LADY IS EIGHTY

Eighty years ago this day
A lovely cry announced your birth
No girl before, and not one since
Could ever outshine your worth
 
On that great day so long ago
I wonder was the sun shining bright?
I may never discover that answer
But their couldn't have been a sweeter light
 
Your sweetness shown now for eighty years
Felt most intimately by your family
Words are completely inadequate
To describe what you mean to me
 
How can I explain these amazing feelings
That come from deep within my heart
From my first memories of childhood
To this very poem I sat down to start
 
And every day that has come between
Not just for me, but all our family
Your abiding bright love has never dimmed
You shine now, and to eternity
 
Eighty light years have been worn so well
Your incredible life has been a psalm
We all rise and call you blessed
Happy Birthday Mom!

Feb. 2014

Sponsor: Leonora Galinta
Contest Name: Poem for Mommy


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Penumbra

inky black night
stars brightly sparkling
earths giant shadow
moon slowly fading

dark shadow spreading
a total lunar eclipse
a rare winter solstice
not to be missed

finally total coverage
only one light to see
a bright orange penumbra
meant for only me


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I AM A WOMAN

I walk
I talk
I possess an image
That image
I am the woman

The woman who is 
In absolute possession
Of the courage
As brave as a warriors staff
The woman who knows her rights 
And fights for it
I am the woman
With the “man”

I feel 
I heal
I possess a heart
That heart
I am the woman

The woman with 
An inner child
With an overflowing joy
With no worries bigger
The woman whose gleeing spirit
Brings hope to all
I am the woman
With the “womb”

I make
I create
I possess an art
That art
I am the woman

The woman herself
Stringing together
All pieces of earth
And soothing the broken
The woman whose arms
Wraps those she loves
I am the woman
That woman…

©Naa Takia, All Rights Reserved 2012


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the heat of the sun

The heat of the sun

She looks in the mirror
Don’t recognize her face
Use to be so pretty now she looks
 Like from out of apace
 
She is just eighteen 
Got in to the wrong crowd
She had some   dreams
Was going to make father proud

Her mother died giving  her birth
 in the back seat of a car
And she grow so beautiful 
You swear she’s   a movie star

She thinks  her  mother die 
because she was born
And all of her life 
She never enjoy the heat of the sun

She looks at the needle
Pick it up and put it down
If she don’t stop now
Could end up six feet under ground

She meets a guy in school
And exchange student from Spain 
He says that he loves her 
And got her hook on cocaine

She tries to fight it 
But the way out was to long
It keep pulling her in
The addiction was to strong

Since then she’s lost it
Her will is being out done
And she is living but don’t
Feel the heat of the sun

Her father loves her 
But he hurts so badly
And  if she goes to him
He will open his arm gladly

She builds up the courage
And when out the room
She says dad help me 
She was in rehab that  afternoon

She’s doing ok now
The carving is gone
She walks on the lawn and it’s the fist time
She feels the heat of the sun

Some times we all 
 May lost our way
But there is always some one
Who wants to help us thru the day?

No one is perfect 
Sometimes may fall down
We have to pick our self’s up
And feel the heat of the sun


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I Am So Very Thankful

I’m So Very Thankful… I’m so thankful for everything the Lord has made... Everything he’s created… His beauty is displayed! I’m so thankful for the breath I have to breathe… Until that one day, from this earth, I shall leave. I’m so thankful for the way God has made so evident. The principles of his word… Are so relevant! I’m so thankful for the beauty and glory he’s shown… It has brought blessings and healing to my home! I’m so thankful for the many things he’s done for me… He’s given me his love which flows abundantly! I’m so thankful that each day,.. Is another to live for him… He’s taken away my pain and has forgiven every sin. I’m so thankful that I can write these words from my heart. I know that he’s with me. And he’ll never depart! I’m so thankful that you’re reading what I’ve been saying… May this cause you to once again start praying! I pray that this same Jesus I know… Who’s merciful and kind… Will speak words of hope to you and give you a peace of mind. I pray that before you go to bed and this day has ended. You’ll allow Christ to have your heart “amended.” Thank you Lord! For what you’ve done and are going to do… It’s another way that I can say “I LOVE YOU!” Thank you Lord! For all that I‘ve received and so much more… You’ve made my life complete… And are worth living for!


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Strenght of love

Mom 
I’ve grown in to the man 
That I am because you cared about 
The person I am 
You taught me to fear the lord
And bond with my brother and sister 
On one accord 
Your daughter talked of your strength of love
And it is given from god above 
Less we not forget what great things you done 
For you are the one to hum I run
All that you mean to me you will never know 
Your love I carry with me where ever I go
 Your strength and love are returned to you
For I do love you so 


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Draconian I

[The Cypress Is In Bloom]
The cypress is in bloom
I see the evil, the efflorescence of decadent doom
Eloigning, with thy clandestines of the Dead September's reign
My belovéd Penelope, abscond from the coven so deep, the glades of misery
We must face her in the grove, for arcany, the path we must take
She's in my mind, vaporously,
Lauding with my, dangers and fears
Lie, with ephermelcy's broken truths
Leading me go Cypress, Marigold
Immortally, willows, forevermore
Forevermore

[To Question; To Know]
My argentine silence, your only condonicy 
Ends with such eath
The Mockingbird in me--died
Resting in one ounce, an abundance of shame
With an infinity of joy
Exiled, by the ones, who give all, names
My breath starves for only more
The façade, the veil, the austerity dims with Aquarianlore 
She falls to her knees, why for?
Celandine she will be
Celandine is she

[Bead]
The lair within, free from their causalities of their sins
Shadowy primroses begin to grow, the season will never end
In there I dream to be like you, violet blue, White Flower of Lisieux,
La Fleur Blanche du Lisieux,
So Celandine are you
Celandine are you

[Draconian]
Draconian--Reach for the shadows within
Draconian--Break from The Fallen's Sin
Draconian--Their Empirical lies, only die
Draconian--Reach The Shadows Within


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watching sunlight



sunlight was a brightly
colored calico cat
we had when i
was little

i watched her birth
four kittens
i saw her clean them
and nudge them to their feeding stations

she looked at me
and blinked

i watched her raise them

she cleaned, fed,
played with,
batted, or purred them up
when they needed it
at the time they
needed it
(immediate
appropriate
response)

i grew up, myself
i worked with children
i worked with adults
i had two children of my own

i found that
sunlight’s
advice worked


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Dream

Feburary 27th 2012 i lost the most important person in my life. Helen

I was at a goodwill, when i prayed to her that i would find a metallica shirt. I was then looking through the shirts and found two metallica shirts. I got them both. i started wondering if it was her, if she answered my prayer. A few days later i had a dream. She was standing in the window yelling down at me telling me she bought me something and it was on her bed in a bag. i told her how much i missed her and i went to go see what it was. i open the bag on the bed and see the two metallica shirts i had bought at that goodwill. i now know that she answered my prayer.

Another dream i had.

I had often wondered if she considered me a grandchild.. because im not realted to her by blood. I had a dream it was at her funeral. i seen her sitting in a chair next to me. my sister and some of her grandchildren were carrying her casket to the hurse. My sister fell and dropped the casket and several of her family members were yelling at her. Helen the women who these dreams are about sat and said she loved all her grandchildren even if there not blood related.

I believe Helen answers my questions in my dreams.


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A Kaleidoscope

A kaleidoscope, a mixture of colors and light
So hard to describe so hard to write
Just like a life just like mine
Here is mine my time to shine

The colors change just like time
A life goes on to hit its prime
No matter what it keeps on changing
Just like life keeps on arranging

My story begins at age six
When life was suddenly no easy fix
The Kaleidoscope began to turn
And its center began to churn

My father left our family home
He left alone to go and roam
Suddenly the Kaleidoscope went dark
Even now it’s left its mark

It remained unturned for about two years
And the movement became quite severe
My Mother moved away from home 
To improve her new teaching career

The shades of blue came into play
As most of my family had passed away
My mother was strong and held my hand
Even though nothing had gone as planned

My family will always be in my heart
Those small blue beads will play their part
At that time I was almost nine
I pretended that I was just fine

The colors changed from blue to red
I went on with almost no dread
At age eleven I moved once more
I moved again to the California core

I spent the next year in shades of green
All the kids were just too mean
I went to Junior and then Senior High
Then it was time to say goodbye

The Kaleidoscope turned and made a painting
My life became very entertaining
That’s when I met you for the first time
My hope and happiness began to climb

But My Father turned my Kaleidoscope for me
And I asked and cried my pitiful plea
On the weekends the kaleidoscope turns black
With nothing there to change it back

There are ups and downs, lights and darks
With many blond moments and smart remarks
My life will always be turning fast
Even so I have time to look back at my past

If I remember one thing it is that
My life was nothing like combat
But I still fought wars of my own
Without them my world would still be unknown

There is nothing quite like a kaleidoscope
It’s a symbol of change and hope
I like to think my life is like this
So look back and reminisce

Look back at your thoughts and dreams
But remember nothing is as it seems
The Kaleidoscope will turn to show your past
What was boring and what was a blast

Mine shows everything you’ve done for me
You showed me how fun life can be
You made my life what it is now
To this day I still wonder how

Thank you for turning my Kaleidoscope
And giving me strength and the power to cope
You made my life a beautiful rainbow
You deserve more than you will ever know


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Awakening

I can remember every time 
I've watched the sun rise.
Each time so much
different from the last.
The awakening of the world,
the pulse of it all,
always the same.
I can feel the rumble of her heart
beat right through me.
Oh how I cherish 
these moments of peace.


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The Hourglass of Life

A new season begun, a new life, a new birth,
engraving our story here upon earth.
The pages turn slowly.
Each day will pass.
Life is measured by the hourglass.
The sands of time pass graciously.
The book is written of mystery.
Echoes of silence, the pages are blank.
For the hourglass of life holds no rank.
Let today be today.
Look not to tomorrow.
For life will fade on the pages of sorrow.
Read the story,
you must go on.
Turn the pages of a new dawn.
To every beginning there is an end.
Your spirit will soar high in the wind.
Hurry before time runs out.
For life surely fades without a doubt.
The clock counts down each grain of sand.
Turn the page and understand.
Reflections of love and holding hands.
This page though so innocent,
a beautiful child of heaven scent,
happiness in a life well spent.
Turn the page again once more,
to find the key to all closed doors.
This page tells of mom and me,
the many cherished memories,
undying love for family.
Turn the page, see all my friends,
from around the world and all nations.
This page tells of sacred marriage,
to have, to hold, and also cherish.
This page tells of many great storms,
the sea of tears, and the thunder roars.
This page holds the photographs,
of many dreams that once was had.
Though some memories of life you can't recall.
The book of seasons, winter, spring, summer, and fall.
The last page to turn, so there's a stall.
The last grain of sand that slowly falls.
Now for a moment don't you cry,
the hourglass of life told us no lie.
For all is born and then must die.
God grant me the time to say goodbye.


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Eleven Years Strong

Many people dream of having what you share...

Everlasting
Love within
Each other!
Verisimilar love &
Enthusiastic promises of "Death Do Us Part"
Never-ending passion

Yearning of
Extraordinary
Amatory of
Real
Satisfaction of compromised love!

But only few stick together throughout the journey....

                                          HAPPY ANNIVERSARY


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Looking Back

Dedicated to my children who have kept my dreams alive.

LOOKING BACK We can’t go back To the days of yesteryear To capture those lost feelings With those whom we loved so dear I am just looking back to see Where all of my dreams first start You know those deep seeded dreams Buried way down deep in your heart I’m not trying to revive a lost love That I once had forty years ago Or even trying to replace the twenty years Of not seeing my grandchildren grow There were times of much struggle Filled with pain, fear and torture It was the love I had for my children That developed my strength to endure My children only remember the 2nd set Of twenty years that have come and gone When they were all moving out on their own And when all of the grandchildren came along It’s like I was locked in a rock Throughout those 20 to 40 years Not able to see my grandchildren Filled my heart with so many tears The bitterness you feel towards me Is understandable and really okay My children, you all have the right To your feelings and to feel that way I have finally made the escape Since that rock has split wide open I want you all to know who I really am I haven’t changed at all, only my situation The gift of feelings we have in our heart Whether right or wrong, just happen It matters not what others may think We should let out our own self expression No feelings are really ever wrong In another’s view or even our own Our thoughts trigger our feelings inside The feelings we have are ours alone Looking back strengthens my heart Reminding me I want to pass along To all of you, just who I really am Before my time on earth is gone One day I hope you will realize With you I have always been Filling you up with that extra love You may have noticed you’ve been given You have all filled up Such a big part Of all the dreams Living in my heart My best friend Grace, reminded me That our feelings are meant to be and to last God wouldn’t put the dreams in our heart If He didn’t plan to bring the dreams to pass My dreams haven’t changed I am not letting them go They are for new adventures With new beginnings of tomorrow Now that I’m looking back I’m so glad to have survived I know now, my love for all of you Has always kept my dreams alive Florence McMillian (Flo)


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Honor Your Mother and Father

Honor Your Mother and Father “2Honor (esteem and value as precious) your father and your mother--this is the first commandment with a promise--3That all may be well with you and that you may live long on the earth.” Eph 6:2-3 AMP Honor Your Mother and Father; Longevity is your reward. Children must learn obedience; Through obedience trust is scored. Love is the only answer To the teenagers of today. So many parents fail to listen; Prefer control forever to stay. In attempting to control your children, When strict obedience hasn’t been taught, Is like trying to retain a deer in a holding— With frailty is fraught. Children need to be taught to honor God; Their accountability is supreme. When they do wrong they must repent; It’s in prayer to God their redeemed. Discipline not your children in anger; This is ‘fighting fire with fire’. Discipline your children in love, With patience that they’ll admire. For children to be deprived Is more effective than pain. Good behavior restores their privileges; Teaches obedience has its gain. Children need to be taught obedience When they are young and impressionable. To Honor Your Father and Mother Should never be negotiable. Ask God to teach you daily, How to train your precious children, So when they reach their teens, They’ll not pose a major problem. © Copyright 2012 Maureen LeFanue www.maureenlefanue.com


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When I Die

Don't weep for the loss
I've merely swept across
Know that I am here
Always will I be near
In the way you walk
And the way you talk
Thru your words of strife
To guide you thru this life
In your beautiful stare
All the elements in the air
Running thru your veins
And whatever shall remain
Presenting thru your smile
And every lonesome mile
With every beat of your heart
You'll feel we're not apart
With every warming breeze
And the swaying of the trees
Thru your precious laughter
And every moment thereafter
In those mesmerizing eyes
Your mother is still alive
In each and every thought
Enacting what I've taught
Thru the precious moments
And every single torment
Thru every scent you intake
And each and every mistake
Your mother has not died
In your hearts where I reside


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Pia Mater

Where are We? Where is the place where Belong? Is it Here? Am I Here? Is this Aeon only an Hour? Hear, Listen to the Birds Singing with beauty only found Here See, Look at the Butterflies Gently Playing In the Wind only found Here Touch, Feel the thorns of the mighty Rose her Protective Beauty, only found Here Smell, Sniff the nostalgic fragrances filtering around the air, only Found Here Taste, lick the Bitter Green Herbs enhancing the Variety of Life, Only Found Here We are Here A Place we call Earth, Mother Going by the Name of Gaia She was Designed not by herself to Care for Us, tend to Us She puts us to Sleep when the Darkness arises In her Light, we Awaken giving and taking Her most righteous Virtue Something Always to remember -Never Forget- There will be Falls There will be Rises There is Always a light towards the End Is it Here? but Happiness cannot be Happy without the Balance Without the Sorrow to Storm


Details | I do not know? | |

Attributes of a Successful Woman

She possesses an inner beauty
that far surpasses her outward appearance.
She exudes strength and power
though you may see traces of her trials and pain.
She’s not caught up in gaining material possessions,
for she deems such pursuits as a hindrance.
Rather, knowledge and wisdom are the goals
that she envisions and seeks to obtain.

She endeavors to support others
whether with money or a word of encouragement.
She's very dependable and strives
to keep any promises that she makes.
She works hard and enjoys a challenge
for in these she finds true contentment.
She tends to be very forgiving
rather than dwell on others' mistakes.

She educates her children
instilling in them a love and respect for life.
She inspires many in her community
letting them know that they can make a difference.
She takes the time for meditation
so that she may ease her mind of stress and strife.
She has dreams of rebuilding this nation
for she knows this to be the purpose of her existence.

Who is she?

She is my mother who has raised twelve children.
She is my daughter had she lived past the age of one.
She is the poet who motivates her audience to listen.
She is the teacher who makes learning fun.
She is the college student who strives for excellence.
She is the single mother who raises her child alone, yet successfully.
She is all who I was, all who I am
and she is all I aspire to be.


Details | Quatrain | |

Safe

It's like a weight lifted off of my heart;
I am no longer torn apart.
Thank God you are safe;
Everything is okay.


Details | Free verse | |

Mother's Day

Mom
You brought me up
The right way
Taught me right from wrong
How to be strong
And taught me how to 
Love unconditionally

Mom
You kissed my boo-boo’s 
And bandaged my wounded pride
Stood up for me when others 
Would deride
And wept when I
Found love
 
Mom
I parent because of what I saw
When you would bring us up
Putting our needs first
And yours last
My morals are your morals
Because of you I am a good man

Mom
We don’t pay tribute to you enough
And sainthood awaits you
In Heaven
My hero, my savior, my mentor
My mother
I love you
It’s not enough, but it will do
For now


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I'll Be There

I'll Be There... By: Brandon Lucas 

I call out your name,
but you can''t hear me.
I reach out to touch you,
and you are nowhere near me.
I''ve tried and tried
and feel I''ve failed
and done by best
to no avail.
Look in my eyes
and tell me you need me.
I''ll give you my hand
and let you lead me...
to anywhere I don''t care.
As long as you love me
I''ll be there.


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Fly Away My Angel

Today....... we have to say goodbye one last time to you,
For us, your children, it has to be the hardest thing we've had to do!
I know you have left this body before us and yet it seems oh too real,
So many people who loved you,"praying for what they must feel."
We knew this day would come but not yet....it's way to soon.
Begging God for his mercy...."please help us by healing you."
The sun is shining like a warm July,
The patriotic flag waving high in the sky!
I can't help but think, maybe he did save you?
What actually went wrong, why did it happen so soon?
Our lives will never be the same, we'll never talk to you or even hear your voice,
As of today or even  tomorrow we will never have that choice.
You have been the teacher of God's word and a child of his grace,
I'm sure the gates of heaven opened up and the Angel's have rejoiced.
But here on earth we are left with the memory and a pain I can't explain,
We cry for no reason, we don't understand what's left to gain?
Car's are lined up around the block, we look back as far as we can see,
Our Mom is so blessed by people she touched and her life a legacy.
Now entering your final place of rest, we're put to the test,
Bishop Jesse begins to say...what a beautiful day she gave us! For God's child to rest.
He say's we are "Celebrating" life of such a great woman of God,
She was a fishermen of men and a teacher of his love,
Her great hope was for all to follow his word.....let us pray,
So many turned their lives over to Jesus on this day.
Amen! She is still bringing people to know him even in his place of rest.
So to you Mom; Fly away my Angel! you are the best!!


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Hold On To You

Why am I so selfish?
Why do I live for the wrong things?
I am dying inside
Because I refuse to see the light.
I need to say yes,
But I still haven't learned that yet.
I am a fool,
And I am hurting you.
If I would let go of myself,
I would hold on to you.


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Education is Power

Who is in charge of our children's education?
What happens when parents don't do their job?
When children have no sense of reading, writing,
till they hit that school room head on?

Who is responsible to initiate, ingratiate, the word,
so language is understood from infancy and
not suddenly at five years old when
communication receives the attention it deserves?

Parents stand up and take notice
schools do not provide the only source
You are your child's first teacher
You are the one who gives him voice.

From you he will learn expression
From you he will learn who he is
From you he will learn his roots
Give him your love and attention.

Provide an environment filled with books
A place where reading takes precedence
Instill in him a joy for learning
With gentle hand and loving looks.

Model the love of learning
read on your own or with
till without even knowing
he'll develop a yearning
to know, to explore, to evaluate
all there is and more.


Details | I do not know? | |

American Heart

America resides within the heart of all Who believe in freedom, choice, voice and opportunity Deny, not, the display of pride within yourself Or else you’d deny pride in this land of the free America, more than land, it’s home to you and me Some dare tread, take arms against and try to squash All that America ever stood for, which is evident to all They fear the freedom, strength and all that’s offered As they know, against us, they would never stand tall And for all their attempts, America makes them fall This 9-11, let us not focus on terrorist actions But, on those Americans lost, that still live in our hearts Remember and honor them by living the American dream Exhibiting the ideals and always doing our part Showing all, America has muscle but lives through its heart


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A Mother's Love

I am a mother filled with love
I wonder if they know we come from above
I hear people talk because their kids are bad
I see all the hate which is very sad
I want to be admired like the white dove
I am a mother filled with love

I pretend to be things that I'm not
I feel that people will put my child on the spot
I touch on my child's heart as much as I can
I don't worry because with that he will be a man
I cry at night to the Lord above
To make me a mother filled with love

I hope they understand the nine months of pain
Or the dangerous walks through the snow or rain
I say things to him so he could understand
I went through the suffering, not the man
I dream of living comfortable and nice
I try to make sure he is good though, for that suffice
It's not our fault if we sound stern or mean
It's just that we've seen more things than you seen
As mothers we love with the love that comes from above
The only way a mother could ever love


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Clother Her in Purple (Tribute to Corretta Scott King)

Clothe her in purple

For she must be dressed

Sprinkle her with gold 

Indeed she is blessed 

Adorn her with strength

And comfort her with love

Prepare her with wisdom

Always shine light from above 

Let her sing from the heart

For nations will hear her cries 

Tears for equality, justice, and peace

Escape her eyes

Faithful and loyal

She deserves her crown

While he unchained the dream

She helped hope take its place to remain unbound

Her work never ends as she manages her home

‘She must be praised’ her children confessed

Clothe her in purple 

She must be dressed


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Emily

This is dedicated to the sweetest little 10 year old girl I met once who died of Brain Cancer...

"Memories escape from you,
Ones we do not want to lose"
She whispered to me softly
When I felt all confused,
As our moment slipped away,
She made me want to say,
"Angels walk beside us all
Each slowly passing day"

As she walked away from me,
Unafraid to let me see,
A shaven head, she covered up,
Where her hair used to be,
So much courage for her age
Not empty and full of rage,
A miracle, in modern times,
She chose to turn the page

She has chosen not to grieve,
Instead she just believes,
A higher power watches her
and keeps her mind at ease,
Unburdened by her fate
She accepts it unafraid,
Barbie dolls and fancy clothes
Will rest where they are laid

There are times I can recall
When the pebbles made me fall
With boulders on her shoulders 
No complaining comes at all
With a smile upon her face
She achieved a state of grace
The only thought inside her head
"God please protect this place"

She will see no wedding rings
Or the change her presence brings
She will close her eyes, a final time,
and receive her angel wings
No emotions toss and turn
A peaceful place she has earned
Contributing an unseen verse
To songs she will not learn

When her body is no more,
And her spirit starts to soar,
Memories will live through,
Stuffed bears upon her floor,
She will let her mother know
Goodbye is not letting go,
Saying " I will run back to you
With every found hair bow

Every time you stop and see
A daughter who wants to be,
 Everything her mother is,
The emotion felt is me,
When the wind begins to blow
That is me trying to show,
The picture of your baby girl
Running carefree in your clothes"

When her final breathe is gone
Her last prayer lives on and on
"God watch over mommy now
If I leave her all alone"
All her family will cry
I will hold my head and sigh
At the death of a miracle
With no answers as to why

Though this piece will not be heard
I write every single word
In hopes of saying thank you
For the honor of meeting her
She will never get to see
All the words she put in me
As I write for you, rest in peace,
Beloved Emily

By: Audonus Taylor


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DEAR MOTHER

(Dedicated to Oluyemisi Janet Akinwande)
 
God empowered you mother to be a channel
Through which I found my way from heaven to earth
What a great privilege to come to the world through you
What a great privilege to come through your world oh mother,
I’m most grateful
 
You passionately took care of me from cradle unto maturity
Your love for me as an adult gave me
Hindsight to your immeasurable
And unconditional care for me as a child
I’m most grateful
 
Even after the call of father to the place of rest
You did everything decently possible,
leaving the state of convenience for the city of hardship for me to have a paradise of life
Many sleepless nights, laboring to make me a responsible figure in the society
I’m highly grateful
 
Hmmm!
I declare with a loud voice and humble heart, by the anointing upon my life
Your world shall be established as long as Christ tarries
You shall be a great example of honor of motherhood
You will live to see the fruitfulness of your fruits in wealth and good health
Your heart shall be made glad and joyous
Women shall call you blessed and young ladies shall come to learn from you
Foreigners shall say of you, what a blessed mother
Dear Mother

© 2007


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I AM !AN ECHO.

WHO ARE YOU AND THE ANSWER WAS ,I AM!
SO I HAVE STRUGGLED THRO LIFE TILL  MY COFFIN WAS CALMED.
ADAM INVENTED WAR FROM THE JEALOUSY OF EVES BIRTHING CRIES,
AND MANKIND IS LEFT ASKING FOR ETERNITY,WHO AM I?.


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Upon this Christmas Day

He sleeps there in a stable
The babe born to the world
Both mother, father watch with care

Though swaddled in a cloth
He is born, yet, to be king
With but just rags for Him to wear

This special morning
The sun now shines bright
From stars there in the Heavens
To the rise of morning light
The world now is much brighter
As angels, too, now play
There’s hope and happiness to share
Upon this Christmas Day

For within the early morning
Angels brought the sky a voice
Calling forth those who wish to hear

Along then, came all others
Knowing truth within their hearts
That all now have nothing to fear

This special morning
The sun now shines bright
From stars there in the Heavens
To the rise of morning light
The world now is much brighter
As angels, too, now play
There’s hope and happiness to share
Upon this Christmas Day

Go forth and tell all others
Who had no chance to hear
The news of hope and of the joy

Let them know the Gift of God
That comes to save us all
His son sent as this little boy

This special morning
The sun now shines bright
From stars there in the Heavens
To the rise of morning light
The world now is much brighter
As angels, too, now play
There’s hope and happiness to share
Upon this Christmas Day


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HOW WONDERFUL INNOCENCE WAS

Passersby stared at me and complimented mom
for her gorgeous child 
who smiled very tenderly,
and being moved by how 
I sang my nursery rhyme,
they applauded saying, " Oh, it's so pretty! "    


A few days ago, being bored I searched
for a rare coin collection sold
to me by the Bradford exchange,
but surprisingly I found a forgotten picture between
the pages of a book written by James McQueen,   
and in that picture there was me at a tender age.


The more I looked at it, the more that shy and fair child resembled me,   
and being amazed by my discovery,
I started living the thrill of childhood days:
remembering spring afternoons and how wonderful innocence was!


Written by Andrew Crisci
for Deb Wilson's contest, " Maybe I'm Amazed! "
2/ 19/2013


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For My Mother, Rose Marie

She’s lying there down in the grass
With dad beside here, years now past.

Well below the noise and bustle
And leaves that fall from trees that rustle…Soft

And sweetly she went about
Day by day and left no doubt.

As to whom she was and how she lived
With all her love but for to give. 

To myself and others she met and cared
For everyone she taught to share.  Everything 

We have inside from laughter-smiles
To tear-filled eyes.

From the sunrise golden to the darkest nights
She could always see

      An Eternal Light. 

That shined upon her each step she took
And gave her strength and changed her looks. 

More angelic as time rolled on
Until it ceased and she was gone. 

Yet I still see her face and eyes
As clear as I see clear blue skies. 

And will until I find her once more
Standing near that open door.

That will lead us to another story
Of Eternal Light and lasting glory.  






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Nana Olive

Many people affect our lives but only just a few
Nanas', mothers' and the ones who inevitably love the real you
Nanas' have a past of which are something quite unknown
When Nanas' pass away you sense you'll never be alone
My Nana touched my heart in so many different ways
Everyday I think of her and talk of her in praise
I miss my Nana Olive you was so soft within
Everyone has that delicate side no matter where your life begins
Mothers' carry this effect and bring Nanas' back to life
When Nana passed away my heart thumped from deaths agonising knife
I thank you mother for holding my Nana I see her through your eyes
But she is always around - along with the spirtual spies'
I see my Nana in my Mum and I feel her when I drift asleep
For all those memories of love and smiles is something I'll always keep
I love you Nana Olive - sweetest dreams forever more
I will cuddle you again as you await for me at heavens golden door


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Oscar

he felt the bile rising in his throat
but he was strong, he was ready
wiping his sweaty palms on his jeans,
he stood up and took one last look in the mirror before he presented himself to his parents
as he uttered the words with only a slight stammer
the shock only passed over their faces for just a moment
and then they told him exactly how they felt
There apparant love for him made him dizzy with relief
they approached him, arms open wide
and he shed the last of his fears onto their shoulders
and with one last shudder, he released all anxiety
they understood
and he is finally happy again


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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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Divorce Isn't Always the Best Choice

Divorce Isn’t Always A Good Choice! I met a person who’s been married for many years. When he talked to me, he was in tears! He was faced with the option of divorce! And now, he feels his life is driven “off course.” His wife said she’s through. She’s “all done.” And doing things which seemed “fun.” Beyond each day and the circumstance… Does this marriage even “have a chance?” Why do people seem happier when they’re apart? Far too often, this ends up in a broken heart! Too often, people “give up” on what they believe! But it’s so many lies, is what they receive! I spoke to this person, of God’s purpose and meaning! Into God’s loving arms, is where he needs to be leaning! When life changes, and marriage seems to have failed you… Jesus is here! And wants to put his arms around you! There’s hope and answers to all of your problems! You’ll find the answer in God’s word! HE can solve them! The best choice for you is to come and trust HIM! Give Jesus your life! Come now and love HIM! All he needs is for you to give him an invitation! He’ll change you! And make you a new creation! His love can do what no other power can ever do! He’ll bring new meaning in the words; “I LOVE YOU!” By Jim Pemberton


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broremann the angler

Broremann the Angler

On the pier where fishing vessels were tied up my brother 
sat fishing all the while seagulls kept swooping and shrieking, 
he blissfully ignored them. He had no hook at the end of his 
line and when asked why he said, I don´t like to hurt the fish. 
 But crafty little Broremann was not as innocent as you may 
think, he didn´t like fish, all those horrible tiny bones, 
his mother had sent him down to the pier to try catch some 
fish for lunch. He liked sausages with mashed potatoes and 
stewed peas, now he could go home tell his mother fish didn´t
bite today, but made sure to put the hook on the line so his 
mother could see he was really trying. An old fisherman gave
him two sardines wrapped in a newspaper, but wouldn´t you 
know it the pair of sardines somehow slipped out of the paper
and made their way back to the sea. 


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Tragedy In The Bottle

Just a little sip of the nasty stuff.
But 1oz. was just enough
To make a drunk of a teenage boy, 
And to make a mother lose her joy.
She could here him outside the door,
Many nights groveling,
And groaning on the floor.
O the messes that were left behind,
By her son that became the drunkard kind.
After work to the tavern he would go; 
All his pay cheque he would surely blow.
His drunkenness led him in with the wrong kind;
He began taking drugs, and messed up his mind.
His mother pleaded with him each day;
To repent of his sins and turn to God's way.
Her drunken son ignored his mother's voice;
Telling her, "Mom, I will make my own choice."
"Don't worry Mom, I have lots of time;
I'm not done till I spend my last dime."
Late one night, the telephone rang;
Her drunkard son had been out with the gang.
Speeding down the road they lost control;
Killing a pedestrian out for a stroll.
His broken hearted mother wept and listened some more.
The policeman reported, "It was liquor bought from the store."
He continued to say, "Come down to the jail,
For your son has been locked up in a cell."
Oh, how she wished that his father was here,
To care for the son she held so dear.
What would it take to wake up her son?
He would have to pay big for what he had done.
"O Mom, Please tell them, her son cried;
Tell them it wasn't my fault", he lied.
"I cannot help you my son", was her reply.
"You caused an innocent soul, this night to die.
For this life you continue to choose,
What a tragic has come out of your bottle of booze.
As you sit here and pay your price in jail;
May you think of what life would be like in hell.
I love you son, but you have a lesson to learn",
Was the words from his mother he had earned.
1 oz. of booze is all it takes;
The horrible tragedies it all makes.
Why is it that a man thinks he has to survive,
By selling the potion that takes innocent lives?

 
 


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MOTHERS...MOMMIES....MOMS...MA


MOTHERS ARE AUTHORITY FIGURES
CORRECTING THE SAP WITH LOVE TAPS
I HONOR THE MOTHER IN YOU FOR GIVING 
ME THE ROD OF CORRECTION TO BRING FORTH THE GOOD
MOMMIES IS A TERM OF ENDEARMENTMOMMIES GIVE KISSES 
AND HUGS FOR POSITIVE REENFORCEMENT ENCOURAGING
HER CHILDREN TO STAND NO MATTER WHAT THE CIRCUMSTANCE
IN LIFE PRESENTS I HONOR THE LOVILESS OF A MOMMIE 
MOMS ARE CROSS BETWEEN A MOTHER AND MOMMIE 
WHICH EQUALS A MOTHERMOM A MOTHERMOM SHE TEACHES SHE
PREACHES, SHE REACHES, AND MAINTAINS CONSISTENCY
IN THE HOME WITH LOVE ENERGY 
SHE’S THE SUNSHINE OF POSITIVITY I HONOR THE MOTHERMOM 
IN YOU FOR ALL YOU DO
MA IS THE RING LEADER CONDUCTING THE SHOW
MA IS THE INDIVIDUAL THAT LEADS BY EXAMPLEENSURING THAT HER SEEDS
ARE MENTALLY SOUND AND WELL ROUNDED SPIRITUALLY AND NATURALLY
I HONOR THE MA IN YOU BECAUSE YOU HELD ME ACCOUNTABLE FOR
ALL MY ACTIONS I APPRECIATE THE MOTHER THE MOMMIE 
THE MOM AND THE MA
IN THE ONE OF YOU………
HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY


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Memories of Leaf Boats

As I grow older my memories become more veiled and sometimes lost.
But the best are yet to come as I write them down, of that I can’t ignore.
For my most cherished memories I’ll pass down, as the stories continue to stir.

Like the wonder I felt as a child… while sailing leaf boats down a creek.
Where would they end up? Would they find they’d sailed to foreign lands?
Or would they be defeated by the storms as they came rolling in?

Later I was awed by the thought that my future hubby would even talk to me.
We were so very bashful; that we were lucky, that we even came to be.
The trick was we were first friends…then, willing to hold together in the winds.

We became like one little leaf boat fighting together against the storms, again.
Then we became parents trying to raise our children with wonder in their eyes.
So we started by finding a creek where their leaf boats would be near, to find.

Eventually grown, they finally left us, so I sent them poems about those little boats.
Perhaps to help remind them: to start new memories for their brood, coming close.
Maybe even to remind them that life could still bring them wonders, too, once more.

Eventually, we will all sail away in one way or another, to distant shores.
I hope my poems will lead them, to where those wonders can still be found…
They will be able to find them by a creek with leaf boats floating around.

 I hope it will bring them memories; again, of the days we held them so close.
And had read to them the stories… I had written for those, I love the most.


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Losing Myself

I cry myself awake
In the middle of the day
Because of a decision I made
Not to spend time with you.
And now everything I am
Is falling apart into pieces;
I feel like I am losing you
Because I am losing myself.


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Happy Mother's Day

This is not a poem per say...just a big shout-out to all the great mothers here on the soup, especially those who are single moms.  May you be blessed with the love and respect of your children and the man who is their father.  One love.  Joy Wells.


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Goodbye Mom

As i sit here writing my goodbye to you the tears are building in my eyes. 
The last eight months of your life here on earth was hell for you. 
Now god has taken you home with him. 
We have gotten closer then we ever was. 
But seein you in so much agony it was like you were a prisioner in your own body. 
Oh how you wanted to get up  and go  where just any where would have been great for you. 
Mom i love you with all my heart and soul. 
You gave me life only a mother could give. 
There were good times and lord knows there were bad times too. 
But we  all loved each other and it got us through the tough struggles that life  has placed upon us. 
we have all mended our differences and tried to give the care you so needed the last few  months of your life. 
I am going to miss calling you. 
Even when we disagreed you were always there. 
Mom i will go on  and i will meet  you there  someday when it is my time. 
But until then i will be thinking of you each and every  day. of my life. 
OH GOD I AM GOING TO MISS YOU SO1 
LOVE YOU ALWAYS 
YOUR DAUGHTER


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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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Mathematics of life

Iam just zero,
not a zest hero.
The one,
uplifts this none.
Made me a valued limitless ton,
and as a rising sun.


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Shadorma for Russell Sivey

3/5/3/3/7/5--Shadorma

Nuturer
Organizer coach
Blessed one
Others first
Self a shabby second note
Lover of my chubby soul


For my sweet Mom--Sara Kendrick


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Absorbing

I saw you today On this day I feel new No longer blue, or sad or any of those emotions I sometimes have There was some forgiveness, in your voice Those words danced on the lobes of my ears I was quiet too the moment absorbing Then the tears You said, I believe you


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Mother Earth

I’ve heard people say you are a sentient being
And I’m still deprogramming that Roman Empire nightmare
So tell me Mother Earth how we can begin communication
And in regards to us disillusioned beings, do you even care?

My first instinct is to tell you that I’m sorry
Then I realize that’s my old programming about a judge
My mother would never make me feel I was a mistake
With grace and dignity she would give me time to rise above

With my disconnected delusions, how could I honor you?
And is that what any of this is even about?
With the death of my propaganda which way do I now go?
As an unknowing child I ask, can you help me out?

I can’t believe anything I’ve heard in English these 43 years
So now I’m going over the heads of all authorities
If there’s anyone who wouldn’t lie to me, it’s mother
If I open my heart to you, could you tell me something please?

My precious dog’s recent death and my acknowledgement of her value
Who I love equal to myself with the most tender innocence
This thought now in my head about hierarchies and ridiculous judgments
Perhaps the timing of this lesson is no coincidence?


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Because Of You

Because of you I know some things
And a little about life
You raised me to be good
You showed me wrong from right
You made sure I was better
After each time I was sick
And said be judged by 12
Than carried by 6
Because of you – you told me
Write about my life not what I hear
When it stormed you held me
Cause it was the thunder I feared
We always have a good time
You know I be acting crazy
And you told me no matter how old I get
I would always be your baby
Because of you in my life
That’s what made me a better man
And I don’t always do right
Time again you would help me understand
When I needed advice or had a problem
There wasn’t one that you couldn’t solve
So to me you’re that one special person
You’re my queen, my friend, to you my mom


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One august morning

One August morning, waiting for those birthday presents, Then with no warning, down stairs came my parents, And with them came a special surprise, Our family was ending , due to lies. Divorce was the word of choice, Pain in my fathers voice , Too young to understand, Why this was being planned, Ever since this damn event, My family has grown more distant. Soon after mom was gone, My eldest sis embarked upon, A journey of her own. My other sis went with mom, All alone with dad .com, Stayed with him a couple of years, Soon followed the steps of my family peers, I feel bad for leaving, Left my father , alone and grieving, Why should I be the one to stay, When it comes down to it, were all grey, One day maybe we, Can once again be family.


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Here Without You

Here without you 
Paints me a realization that life isn't easy
It displaces the settling railroad
Taken away by the midnight train's calamity 

Waiting impatiently 
to face some inspiration given by God
Over the driver and I 

By the way you shrivel up in anger, 
I'm not ready to cross through the trampled street
Trampling over the infected cycle...unprepared to face reality's misfortune 
Swimming in its ungrateful punishment

Settling in my sorrow state...shaping my way away from ignorant fate
You lie in scrumptious desires, supposedly independent in your heart-seeking choices
To burn the aches and rashes for all the times you fooled us...took us for granite 
What do you have left to diminish?
To accomplish?

Here without you is like refusing an outspoken crowd, applauding in satisfaction
Ruining the family's reputation...flustering the gas station 
Jaded by your defiant outbursts

Holding up my clutched fists in shame
Holding back tears that reck a moment's peace

This betrayal...not deserving a name

You were passing near us, snickering and cursing our form...our completive family
You wish for scrumptious desires...shaping your heart in frightening lies that strike the innocence of your presence

All the years seem to leave us behind
Settling in the resistible past 
Passing our unachieved, future goals
Poverty splattering us in shapeless love 

Rummaging mad as a furious bear in danger of unyielding snares 

Are we on time to reach the morning train?
And start our life in a new cycle 
This family barely has anything to gain 
You aren't even offering us any advice...same be for you,
Pleasure-seeking mother

Here without you is competitive, but affordable and fair
We aren't crushed against your passionate glares

Here without you is an unhappy environment 
Too caught up in unbearable suffocation and useless bafflement 

Here without you 
Paints me a realization that life isn't easy
It displaces the settling railroad
Taken away by the midnight train's calamity 

Come home... face your fears and embarrassment 
Get away from the monstrous zoo, snatching away impressing love 
Help repair this tear between the whole family with our handyman
Giving it time to grow stable and secure

This family barely has anything to gain 
You aren't even offering us any advice...same be for you,
Pleasure-seeking mother

Good riddance


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Cradling Youth

I have felt everlasting bliss.
With beauty so uniquely rare,
a thousand glances; I do stare. 

Stealing my soul with just one kiss.
She doesn’t understand the spell,
she’s woven and crafted so well.

Her laughter sends my heart amiss.
Brining joy to my fruitless life,
a dancing heart without the strife.

How can one being cause such this?
A sphere of complex emotion,
entwined with love and devotion.

Our days of youth daughter, I’ll miss.
As you reach higher for the stars,
know the universe is still ours.


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Creature

Observing. 
Frozen in time,
captivated by this enormous being,
the size of a small car.

Pondering, 
his every move.
The way he used his hands;
so child-like.
With all the consciousness of the world, 
and graceless coordination.

Aware.
of the visitors,
as they briefly called out for his attention.
Only for a moment,
then they were gone.

Untamed,
in an orderly sham. 
He sat there,
in his dark cave.
As if he was waiting for the light to find him.

Perched,
on a boulder, 
squatting, and primitive.
Drawing in the dirt with one hand. 
Swatting a fly with the other.

Surreal,
His nature,
as he rushed to consume his food.
The females hovered behind him,
watching intently, 
like me.
His movement mechanic.
His presence powerful.
He was the king of his domain.

Studying, 
his magnificence, I watched.
How smart was he?
Could he feel my presence? 
Engulfed in the very essence of all that was him, 
I watched. 

Wondering, 
how he felt, I watched.
Did he think he was still in the womb of Mother Nature?
Or, did he know the iron bars which embrace him now?

Then 
it happened;
our eyes met.
He noticed my presence.
His gaze intimidated me, 
But I did not look away.
He approached me.
I felt his eyes inspecting my soul.
A chill ran down my back,
I turned behind me,
only to find no other presence there.
When I turned back, 
we were face to face.
Separated by the sham,
And a two inch piece of glass.
Just me and him,
the two of us,
and the females hovering behind him.

Wise,
His old eyes spoke to me,
They said 
“I am like you. 
I love, I feel, I hurt.
I am, like you.”

Sympathetic,
I put my hand on the glass
and with all the 
consciousness of the world,
he did the same.
With tears in my eyes,
I smiled.

Then, he pooped in his other hand
and wiped it on the glass.
This was a sign of endearment.
I laughed out loud.
And I swear,
He smiled back.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Innocent

He was stop at the traffic light
They had him surround
And they put a hand cuff
And he wonders what’s wrong

And said that he is wanted
For what he don’t have a clue
It has to be a mistake
This cant be true

They put him in a line up
Then come in the room and say
The others can leave
But he has to stay

So why she accuse him of this crime
When He never seen her before
The jury says that he’s guilty
And sentence him to 25 years or more

He broke down in court 
His mother screams and cried
And today 15 years after
 his mother has died

Then one night while watching TV
He sees there is a new technology
Call DNA testing that can prove
If some one are innocent or guilty

He got a new trial
And his conviction was over turn
15 years of his life was taken
That can never be return 

She said she was sorry
But he just walks away
Knowing there’re many innocents
Still in jails today

Yes some times things happens
Why we can never know
And we have to keep believing
Or our minds will surely go

He sits on his gallery alone
As the rain starts falling down
Today he is a free man
Tomorrow a new life began 

You'll never know what its means
To have your life taken from you
Confined to a world behind four walls
For crime you didn't do

This poem I write today
Is for the innocents in jails
 Keep hope brothers and sisters
The truth will prevails


Details | I do not know? | |

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


Details | I do not know? | |

Forever Somewhere

Watch me as I shoot across the midnight sky
Looking almost as beautiful as I am fast
I do my best to try not to die
But we both know that I cannot last

Flames and faith blazing as I go
Because I know that just up around the bend
Is forever somewhere that I do not know
Is forever somewhere near my sweetest friend
Is forever somewhere where I still love you so
and forever somewhere near my bitter end..


Details | Free verse | |

Lilith

Goddess of storm and dissidence, Lilith
begot by spurious legend and foolish myth
in the dark recesses of pastoral histories
where ancient mysteries
were defiled.

Illegitimate child.

Apollo's seed, by Roman Empire
inquisitional rules inquire, to her whereabouts
seeping fetid doubts, in the bones of the survivors.
Submission required by slave drivers,

And the Elite,
now on Wall Street.
Twenty five generations later,
they still hate her...

Yet,
I see her in me, shadows of malcontent,
when passed by for promotion
and toxic lotion is sold to keep us young.
I hear her forked tongue,
when my voice is ignored again,
when single mothers barely maintain
poverty existence led
as punishment for being
un-wed.

Burkas hide the bruises
and we’ve run out of excuses
why so many women are poor.
Our beloved men are sent to war
for corporate profits made
and taxes paid in blood and tears.

Yes I have fears.

I fear her rolling up through me, if they only knew me
and what I hold back, they would attack,
and mark me feminist bytch,
witch
and un-Christian.

Listen...
I hear her whisper from sister to brother
from father to mother, lover to lover...
I feel her emerging with Pele’s fire,
Aphrodite’s desire and Venus’s lust.
We must,
hear her.

She is part of us, the Mother’s curse,
foist in the never ending thirst for power
and dominance over all.
Eden’s free fall, orchestrated, ill-fated,
out-dated and reciprocated,
by us, still now, somehow.

The sacred dance beckons us in the second rush
of knowing... rivers flowing, ever to sea.
What will be, will be...
lost in the slipstream currents of the paradigm whore
who dares seek safe passage
to our shore.


Details | Rhyme | |

Season's Greetings!

Oh yes! I am bringing to you my sweetest “Season’s Greetings”!
We’re all for one and one for all we have our gradual meetings!
In just one single season; 
I can change my very significance, 
Into my natural underlining supernatural spiritual being,
I am inducted into a higher level of a thorough healing.

Autumn decorates Mother Earth’s leaves with painted colors of a much clever design.
Winter sheds its leaves harvesting bared naked trees perfected by one purely divine.
Spring brings many blessings by bundles pleasing my senses delicately I’m breathing.
Summer sparkles in midnight’s mystical air soothing my torturous day stained in sweat.
Balanced by my four winds in heaven into brilliant glory,
Each day you and I personally have pleasured and met!

“Season’s Greetings”!
Great Goodness!
I ‘m believing in exactly what it is I‘m seeing and feeling!

“Season’s Greetings”!
Goodness Gracious!
I’m feeling Mother Earth moving a healing inside of my own natural being!

A Sun so bright, glaring shiny throughout the endless midnight skies spreading wide out.
A Moon so light, beams flow through down into depths of seas netting webs on a mount.
Skies so high my breath loses sight in the glare of golden visions all at once I forebear.

Shallow rivers and high Mountains sounding to winds of decrees summoned by degree!
Valleys and fields rain top rocks of thunderous clouds striking down at the perfect pair. 
‘Tis Season’s Greeting adjacent to humbling breaths with heirs to a mightier new year!




Details | Than-Bauk | |

Under Ground Cities

A man walks into a new generation gangster town,
there were guns, amoe, drugs, explosives, and allot of bad people, and that's all he found. 
He looked around the streets and saw allot of African American people running the show,
he walks into one corridor and into another city, and he welcomed the flow.

The new city, to him it wasn't any different than the one he just came out from, there were Muslims,
they wore gold chains and hiphop music was playing every where, the mostly dealt cocaine, and said fuk them.
there women were so beautiful, they would walk around in heals and panties were ever they went,
the man walked though all the gorgeous women and thought to him self, "no I can't". 

The man walks into a new city, he walked into "The Slums" it was the hardest and the baddest outlaws of the nations,
the man looked around and right away he did not like what he saw there, everything was dirty and without and patience. 
He couldn't wait to get out of there, the women were nasty and smelled like they haven't showered in years,
The man put his head down and started walking out of the slums with nothing in his eyes but tears.

The man walked into "Siberia" Everyone living there saw the man come in and they all rushed to great him,
at first the man got a little scared, but than he saw there smiles, so he smiled back at them. 
Everyone was living there was dancing to a death mettle Hip Hop music, while drinking and sniffing cocaine with a gun on there sides,
The man walks to the bar while looking at all the beautiful women that are dancing and giving him a sexy look.
Than the BOSS of the city comes up to him, pores him a drink and tells him how he is the BOSS of the whole West Coast, 
the man looked at him and smiled, he put his hand around the boss, looked at everyone around and said, "Let's Toast".


Details | Quintain (English) | |

BESIDES FAMILY

During the years that I had lived
many friends I have had;
some nice, some good, some bad...
ah! being friendless is very sad!

Beside family...who else
will remember what I've achieved,
perhaps a stranger reading
my works too lucid and intense?

I have honored many unnotorious folks like humble mother,
and the ones who have touched me in ways nobody has...
having been an innovator, not much of a shaker,
readers will uncover the true meaning of my writings.


Besides family...who will take time to read them twice?
Have I moved, inspired and changed them in several minutes?
That could be so true by the interest they have shown in the poems
I've written and my wish is that they have found that voice!


I seek no praises or laurels for my creations with words so intuitive,
and if an ode were dedicated to me....so very honored I wouldl be!
It's not being naive...not to have realized it and be crowned with victory;
and in any respectable way they wish to remember me, it's their prerogative.


Details | Narrative | |

promising rhetoric

if i am not elected:
you will be able to sleep that night
if i am not elected:
the very next day, you will hunger
if i am not elected:
young children will cry - for their mothers
if i am not elected:
some grandmother will fall - and break her hip
if i am not elected:
crimes will be committed, 
and dogs and the derelict will wander the streets
if i am not elected:
people worldwide will cry, and laugh
if i am not elected:
some will, and some will not care, about you
if i am not elected:
you - yes you, will look into the distance
 and wonder perhaps 
 if it would have made a difference
if i am not elected:
our momentary democratic lives will
continue to their inevitable democratic end

i ask for your vote in the upcoming election,
not for me, as i intend to think - and perhaps nap,
but for yourself, yourselves, you who might
hold dear to the promises of tomorrow
i promise you will find some fulfillment there

© Goode Guy 2012-08-27


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I'm A Goddess

I'm a goddess
My flow is unspeakable
Not too many situations are infeasible
A goddess
I'm surely irresistible
Besides my persona the reason isn't invisible
A goddess
I'm gracious always
A real stand up woman the woman she don't play
A goddess
Courageous in all ways
Up against a man my heart will outweigh
A goddess
A woman with intuition
A passion for life and the quality of it's condition
A goddess
I'm a woman authentically
Progressively complexity, I love my femininity



Details | Free verse | |

It's Time

Theres a momment when you  realize your not a little girl anymore.

Mommy and daddy arn't there to run too.

You have to make your own choices.

Your finely free.

You get to do what you want.

No one setting rules for you...

Your life is perfect...

Right?

This momment is the one you've been waiting for...

But now that its here...

Your eyes are getting teary...

Already longing for the "good old days"

The good old days where...

Mommy would sing you to sleep...

Daddy would rock you in his lap when you where scared...

You knew you where safe...

You didn't have to worrie about being judge...

You knew when you got home there was someone to love you...

That was the good old days...

Now its time...

Time to go...

Go out on your own...

Alone...

Its time...

To go out and start a life of your own...

All grown up...

You're not a little girl anymore...

It's time...

You're ready...

To start a life of your own...

Little girl...

Farewell...


Details | Rhyme | |

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.


Details | I do not know? | |

The jewels of motherhood - I solute my motherly figures

Boy I can say me and my mom has been through some rough years together and apart, but I have to say at the end of the day; THERE IS NO MOM LIKE MINE... I know she did her best with what she had. That I am now more grateful then ever. I seen my mothers struggles, It groomed me for my days away from her. Unspoken lessons I carried all through it. My Grandmother's embrace always kept my heart warm, I ? her dear, she is my Shero... My Mom my Hero....(R.I.P.) To Janice & Mz Penny , and all the other motherly figures in my life time, I solute you and thank you for every jewel you gave me, they are tucked safe away to share with my seeds. Your strengths, wisdom, and endurance passes on.


Details | Rhyme | |

Spin

I spin the wheel of time,
in hopes of returning again,
to an infant stage of my life,
of false hope too plenty to explain.

I’ve cast my three free wishes,
to a fabled Genie I’ve cried.
I’ve asked him to release me,
from this guilt and suffering inside.

I’ve tossed a million pennies,
into a fountain of youth I plead,
to return me to that delicate era,
planting mother and daughter’s seed.

I’ve carried this white rabbit’s foot,
in a pocket of grief and regret.
Searching my hatred for salvation,
for motherly deeds I’ll never forget.

I’ve searched the meadows and found,
as many four-leaf clovers I could collect,
longing for eternal retribution,
for the scars and injuries that infect.

I’ve went to see the Wizard,
and begged for another chance,
to be a young mother to my daughter,
for her heart to forever sing and dance.

But sadly nothing changed,
the hands of time don’t stop.
They won’t reverse into the past,
because of an age you wish to swap.

Disappointed and frustrated,
I fell to my knees to pray,
for the sins of guilt and suffering,
that plaque my life every day.

And as I felt like giving up,
I heard Him say to me…..
Don’t try to reverse past history,
who you are now, is who you should be.

* Just a wish to reverse time, and go back to when I gave birth to my first daughter, at such a young age. Knowing what I do now, I could have been a better mother, and more focused on motherhood, than myself. The guilt of "not being there more" for her has plagued me every day of my life. Though I can't reverse the past, I could never love her more than I do......she's amazing.


Details | Rhyme | |

Letter to my Firstborn - Beaurain

My Dearest Child,

I fell in love with you,
from even before you were born.
You were the cutest little baby -
You were my firstborn

I can't wait to walk with you,
Each step of the way,
I love to watch you growing up,
To see you bloom day by day

You make me proud,
When you always try your best,
You just never give up,
Until you've mastered each test.

I love you dearly,
I love you true,
You mean the world to me,
And these are my wishes for you:

I wish you health,
I wish you peace,
I wish you wealth 
that will never seize.

I wish you courage,
I wish you strength,
I wish you patience,
Beyond earthly lengths.

But above all,
I wish you wisdom and love,
In short,
I wish you Beautiful Abundant Blessings from Above!

Al my Love!
Mom


Details | Verse | |

Barefoot

earth so solid,

grass so green,

the sweetest toes I've ever seen.

smile so radiant,

hand so small,

in this moment I have it all.

dirt so pure,

water cold,

here is the place my heart unfolds.

play with me mama,

dance with me,

sing to me,

let your soul go barefoot...


Details | I do not know? | |

Feelings of Pain

The pain that i am feeling is caused without reasons,night after night and seasons after seasons. This pain that I'm feeling is not as bad,I have seen others lose all they had.I sometimes wonder, would that happen to me? Then i begin to tremble thinking, will i ever be free? This pain has my heart hurting, longing for the love i never had. Where will i ever find love with a heart this sad? The pain that i am feeling...I'm not only feeling for me,it's the pain of my love ones who is hurting inside of me. Feelings of pain i feel no more as you look into the eyes of a soul once torn.


Details | Light Poetry | |

' Academic-Bright ... '

I Am MoonBeam
My Sisters, StarLights
My Brothers, SunRays
… All-Academic-Bright

My Family of Heaven
My Mother, DawnSky
Father of Celestial Lights              (James 1: 17)
Taught At Universe-High

By Father’s Master-Degree
And Mother’s Alma-Mater
Brother Graduated
Summa-Cum-Laude, Super-Nova

Dine At Dimension-Table
Of Cosmic-Family
Global-Bodies, Glowing-Grace
In Our Galaxy

Our:  Cambridge, Yale, Oxford and Harvard
Are:  Comets, Orbits, and Asteroids
Black-Holes, Pulsars, Waves and Quarks
Red Giants and Red and Snow-White Dwarfs

Enlightened Astronomers, Radiant New Worlds
Time-Continuum, To Unfurl
Outer-Space, Advent-Solar-Systems
And A Big, Blue Jewel, Freed From Cataclysm

Light-Years Away, From Today …
But Still Quenching Thirst, On Milky-Way
and Planetary-Rings and Eclipse
Satellites, and Soaring-Rocket-Ships

Atomics and Evenings-Scholarly
Lectures, On Pure-Energy
To Explore and Expand Brilliantly
‘Diplomas’ … thru Eternity

I Am MoonBeam
My Sisters, StarLights
My Brother, ‘Big’ SunRay
Shone-Academic-Bright ! …


Details | I do not know? | |

I Carry With Me

I carry with me,
My tragic remorse,
And trudge it along,
On this narrow course.

I put in my arms,
My mother's courage,
Her life, it runs through,
And enpowers me.

I drag behind me,
The loss of fine days,
Every day spent mad,
I regret in ways.

I put on my sleave,
The love of my life,
To carry it around
I will be his wife.

I put in the front,
No matter what it seems,
To push them forward,
My goals and my dreams.


Details | Verse | |

ab incunabulis

The beauty you carry,
Most see it only when it unfolds’
A mother, another creature
That sits next to the gods’
She is a gift that brings life to earth. 
So I give thanks to every mother
And every woman, 
For the nine months they carry life to earth. 
You make the world worth living.

Nobmath@ DYSIS inc 251012(21:10)


Details | Carpe Diem | |

My Mother, My Heart

You carried me for nine whole months, I stayed warm and cozy in your baby bump

While in your belly I tumbled and kicked, I'm sorry for those first few weeks that I made you sick

I know you thought labor would never end, only moments later you met your best friend

My birthday arrived and I met you my mother, I was now considered a son, nephew and brother.

We had a bond nine months in the making and now I was exclusively yours for the taking.

Daddy is my pal, grandpa my bud, but they will never compare to my mother’s love. 

I need you to survive through all my early years, I will need you to comfort me through all of life's fears

I like when you hold me and rock me to sleep, as you sing and whisper, your secrets I will keep

I know life won't be easy, the waters may be rough, but know through your strength you will make me tough.

So let's dive in the uncertain waters of life side by side, together
Mother, your heart is mine and mine is yours, today, always and forever


Details | Haiku | |

A Mother's Love

Whatever species
A mother with her very young
Opens eyes to love

(Inspired from a worship video from Daystar TV and watching Animal Planet)


Details | I do not know? | |

For My Husband

I love you for being my husband.
I thank you for all your love.
I thank you for being there,
A special person sent from above.
I thank God for sending you to me,
For giving me a life with you.
And our children he entrusted me.
Your acceptance, guidance and care,
Given so unconditionally.
Together with my love and certainty,
Give us so much to share.
I feel a special bond not there before.
It gets stronger every day.
Making within me such awesome happiness,
My heart longs to soar.
I know that I am not always perfectly undoubting.
We both have our failures and imperfections.
I think, however, our short comings and trials
 Build between us stronger connections.
I believe that God has brought us together,
Because each has a lot to offer the other.
You, as the father and husband,
And me, as the wife and mother.

                                                                    Summer Gratias


Details | Rhyme | |

Why Did I Give In To Temptation

Giving In To Temptation...

I remember of a particular situation.
I was offered a very "inviting" temptation.

The situation I was in... I didn't belong!
And lost any sense of 
"right and wrong."

At first... I felt no guilt or shame.
And brought embarrassmen
 to my family's name.

I tried to explain this to
 my wife and kids.
I heard; "Dad... please... 
  no more fibs!"

The Godly principles were 
"tossed to the side,"
As the sin inside caused 
arrogance and pride.

Soon, all in my life that truly mattered.
Was all gone... and my life 
was empty and shattered!

I was sorry for all of the 
problems I had caused/
This time... I took a moment to pause/

I cried to God to rescue me from my sin.
And confessed.  Would God help me once again?

I read in the Bible of our
 saviour's grace and love/
This time the help I needed had 
to come from above/

I asked him for a fresh and brand new start.
He removed the stain from a broken heart.

He restored to me the joy I once had.
I'm so thankful... Jesus has made me glad!

YOU--Jesus--are the reason I'm here today!
I LOVE YOU! More than words can say!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Rhyme | |

Petite Mal Epilepsy: The Perfect Child

           
I have a disability I’ve had my whole life long.
My memory disappears whenever things go wrong,
My first memory was wondering where and who on earth was I.
And who were all the people that I did espy, 
When we moved to our first house, it struck me yet again.
Thank goodness my brother came along on his bike just then.
My mother came outside, and looked familiar so I followed her within.
I actually thought that I was normal, when I was very small.
They took my hand when I went out, so it mattered not at all.
Ingrained habits kept me in the yard, with my friends, and at their knee.
I was such a quiet thoughtful child, they were happy to let me be.
Who am I and where am I, became my quiet refrain.
But I didn’t worry because they always there to call my name.
My parents never caught on, no not once, never at all…
I actually acted like everyone else when I was very small.
I looked normal to others so alone I had to carry on.
Then I went to ballet class, I studied so very hard… for oh so long.
The day of the recital I lost it all in front all where I wanted to belong.
My mother thought it stage fright, and finally took me from the throng.
What good was it doing, she thought, if I did not want to learn the dance?
And then I realized to live my life I’d have to work hard for every chance.
And if I had an argument with a friend, it was over oh so fast.
For the stress made me forget and my life became recast.
So if they didn’t come around for a while I didn’t really care.
Because I would soon forget they had ever even been there.
Eventually they would come back and my memory would come back. 
Then off we’d go to play again as I studied how to avoid another attack.
When asked what I wanted to play, I’d smile at them you see…
And they’d be happy as I said, “whatever you want is ok with me.”
But do not think to pity me for my stubbornness is truly limitless.
After 12 and ½ years in college… I became for 30 years, a true Chemist.
I raised a son and held my own in a world that couldn’t understand me.
But with all those bouts of confusion the world still became my cup of tea.
Quiet, stubborn, hiding my pain, and with lots of daily notes…
Lots of time spent studying ways around my problems, I would devote…
My family had no pity, just the charge to get out there with mankind.
And here I am successful at 58, now with poetry on my mind.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Child, 1 2 1

A spirit as fragile as glass
A soul virgin in depth
As innocent to the world as to him or herself.
A stranger to emotions, a vessel covered in flesh and a unknown purpose here, on this earth  
to be discovered , yet.
Circumstances surrounding his or her conception is not known, but the child is a "gift" from 
one... to two...then back to one.
The Child is "joy" whether a daughter or son.
A world commanded by nine and not by ten, created of three, defined as one.
Let the writer's write about the child's world in view and inform the Gatekeeper to prepare to review .  

copyright @2004,2010 by Carrie M. Love-Atkins  


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What Kind Of Life Have You Been Spending


You know that another year is ending. What kind of lifestyle have you been spending? Does it just seem like "you're walking on a cloud." "Everything's going good." You're very proud! You have a family, three cars, and much wealth. Not counting all of your friends... Plus good health. Have you thought about who made all of this possible? Jesus! You may find this to be "improbable." The Bible says that every good gift is from God on high. His word is true Don't listen to a lie! It's surely not just because of you that you have all of this. To go along in life, rather "happy and bliss." The next time you're heading out your front door. Think about the meaning of life. And what you're here for! Lay your treasures up in heaven... and you shall find. A godly contentment. True joy. And a peace of mind. The blessings of God... In you... He wants to pour. Give what you have to him... And then you'll have MORE! By Jim Pemberton


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The Dance

The Dance

My mother died some time ago
And God took her away,
To begin her dance with Jesus
That continues to this day

She wasn’t her old self that day,
Her memories had flown
He invited mom’s new self to dance,
And the Father took her home

Mom never was a dancer
That I ever heard her claim,
But the steps she does with Jesus
Would put Fred Astaire to shame

Perfect mind in perfect love,
With perfect memory,
As she whirls and twirls with The Lord of the Dance,
And waits with Him for me

My Brother’s up there with her,
I’m sure he cheers her on,
And does a jig or two himself
When Heaven plays the song

My other brother’s with me still,
And our sweet sister too,
The three of us with our dear dad,
Believe all this is true

Mom is up there dancing,
All over Canaan Land,
Perfect in the arms of Jesus,
As He strikes up the band 


Details | Narrative | |

Testament Of Have Not

God gave me a life to visit the earth
To see the beautiful heaven
Full of fruits and awesome sky
Sets me free with joy and peace

God gave me a mother with full of love
instinctual, unconditional, and forever
persuaded me the greatness of motherhood.
I learnt how dearer was the mother for me
I enjoyed life with liberty and peace.

God gave me a dad with full of care
Affection and great regards
As everything was going grand
I start searching more pleasure and joy
Thus, I have been selfish being all my life.

I punished my parents for my own choices
For the pursuit of happiness.
All charming people, I fancy, are spoiled
And I forgot to wipe other’s tear.

I got sick and found that life is short
I know now how beautiful a day can be
When love and kindness touches the heart
with motherly love.
Be care and cared is only the route 
to our common good, then
Return to the God rest in peace.


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Happy Mothers Day

 
On this beautiful Sunday morning
To all the mothers and grandmothers
From each and every land

Mothers are all made special
In each and every way

So I'm sending you a teddy bear
And A boutique of roses

On this special mothers day

From Me & My Family
Wishing You A Very Special
Mothers day

On this Sunday Morning
 


Details | I do not know? | |

For Mother Teresa

For Mother Teresa

to see...

the clarity of beauty between the murky folds of life

to see...

the simple truths of living
between the horror and the endless strike

to see...

the innocent smiles of the children at play
while the elder preach hate and division and continue to slay

to see...

the endless yearning for that simpler better place
away from the hollow emptiness of this ostentatious space

to see...

the open vistas of this pale blue dot
the soft reds and fruity greens as this home is all we have got

to see...

the tears of the dispossessed who have been cruelly cast aside
and while we look the other way from their tears we may never hide

to see...

the endless hunger and despair and killing and greed
in the name of God or of ideology or of some or the other creed

to see...

and to see it all

and still stand tall

to hold on to the humanity

that resides deep within us all

may be our only saving grace

and though all of this sounds quaint and saccharine sweet

I need to remember all that I've said

the next time I look into a teary-eyed desolate face

to see...

that being human is simple if we only look beyond ourselves and see

that we are all one, him and her and them and us and you and me...



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It's Hard To See The One You Love Go Through Pain


It's Hard To See Someone Go Through' Pain... "It's hard to see someone I love go through so much pain." Were the words I heard that night I called on Jesus' name. "This person whom I love, has gone through so much." "How I wish to bring my peace and healing touch." I cried and wept, as I heard the master's voice. His gift of love is for all of us... It's our choice! His body was broken... A sacrifice was made. His life for our sorrow and pain, is what he gave. His grace is more than sufficient for the pain we endure. His love and commitment to you, is true and secure. He loves you so much. He waits at your heart's door. He gives peace and comfort. And so much more! The pain and suffering you're going through today. Please listen to the words Christ has to say. "I am El-Shadaii." "Jehovah-Jireh." "Your very best friend." "My love and devotion to you will never, never end." By Jim Pemberton


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Angel Like No Other

Remarkable mother devoted wife
Forty seven years with her partner in life
Before he passed, rarely apart
He was her rock, she his heart

Unprepared to live alone at age sixty eight
But that didn’t stop her from buying a new gate
Painting the walls of the house in every room
Pulling up old tile, remodeling the bathroom

Installing French doors, taking out the trash
Clearing out the yard, removing dead grass 
Repairing the interior liner of the pool at dawn 
Tending the garden, mowing the lawn

Unusually brilliant gourmet chef  
Her cooking skills are above the best
Hell’s Kitchen’s-Chef Ramsey would agree
Once tasting her chicken cacciatore   

No cookbook to create anything great
Only flour, eggs and an oven to bake
Swedish limpa bread with anise
Her minestrone soup makes a feast

Her intention is not to shock or impress 
It just so happens she does with finesse
Whether gardening, painting or cooking
She is constantly busy doing something

Her acrylic or charcoal painting of old barns,
Run down tractors, country homes and farms
On a canvas, a saw, a fence or jar
Surpass any artist I have seen by far

Need an article researched, a recipe, or ride
She’ll stop whatever to be by your side
Never self involved not out of greed
Rather motivated by another’s need

My mother is the rarest angel on earth
Supremely selfless yet full of self worth
Unknowingly inspiring even to a stranger
Simply by modeling her unusual good nature

I feel so blessed that she is my mother
She loves and listens better than any other
A miraculous role model, balanced and whole
I love that I am part of her and share her soul

We cry as easily at displays of affection or pain
We both love snow and the sound of the rain
We are both, productive, sensitive and dedicated
Creative, independent, giving and self motivated

No one else I’d rather be than her daughter
I am the luckiest to have her as my mother
Her only girl and forever will always be
And she is an angel like no other to me 

 




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God Gave Us Our Sexuality


God Gave Us Our Sexuality… God gave us our sexuality and told us how to use it. But many have ignored him, and have “abused it.” Through his word, he’s given us his “set of rules.” So many have refused it, and have become “fools.” The fool has purposed in his heart God does not exist. Yet his beautiful handiwork is all around their midst. Many have chosen to turn his truth into a lie. And often, they burn in lust till the day they die. Many have offered their bodies for ungodly things. Not caring the consequences this really brings! Many are involved with perversion of various kinds. Having a warped sense of morality in very confused minds So many aren’t happy with the way they're created. Their own sexual identity is often debated. You were wonderfully designed and beautifully made. Please don’t end up as sin’s “sexual slave!” God made you special… And has a perfect will! Your every need… His love can fulfill! Don’t settle for what may be “your innocence lost” Think about the work Christ did on the cross! God can help you to resist the man “sexual temptations.” And can bring to your life his peace and true satisfaction. You don’t have to live like you did before! God can restore your life and do so much MORE1 By Jim Pemberton


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First True Friends

You see that man over there
sitting stern faced in his chair?
Look closer, see that twinkle in his eye?
That's a glimpse of softness that you spy 

You see that woman laughing there
dancing eyes & witty air?
Look closer, see the iron & grit?
That's a glimpse of strength, wrapped like a gift
 
They made me who I am today
tightened the reins when I went astray
The calming center in a teenage storm
The home fires that still keep me warm 

He gave me the gift of discipline & control
She is the sunshine that fills my soul
He taught me young of the cowboy ways
She set my passion for words ablaze 

He taught me to be fair & just
She showed me kindness was a must
He showed me how to draw respect
She taught me to rely on humor & intellect 

A parent must first be your teacher
sometimes judge, jury & preacher
Their wisdom guided me in my youth
They guide me still, to tell the truth 

(c) August 2003


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Grandma's Becoming A Republican

Grandma’s Becoming A Republican!

There was something that I was able to hear…
Grandma is going to be a Republican this year!

I remember her talking of the great depression.
Many years that created a lot of tension!

I remember her talking of days gone past.
Wondering how much longer
 our country would last.

I remember her talking of doing many things.
And has experienced 
what life daily brings!

Because of how things have
 been so dramatic.
She decided long ago to be democratic!

Beyond all of the politics and chatter…
She loves God!  And that’s what matters!

We love her dearly!  And it’s been decided…
Everything she needs…  
God has provided!

We congratulate you grandma with your choice!
We say “we love you!” 
With one heart and voice!

Our prayers are with the choice grandma’s givin!!
May God bless her! Each day she’s livin’!

By Jim Pemberton


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I've Heard Of A lot Of People

I’ve Heard Of A lot Of People…

I’ve heard of a lot of people who claim to serve God above.
I heard that many of them proclaim a message of his love!

I’ve heard of a lot of people who claim to know him too…
Would one of these people be someone like YOU?

I’ve heard of a lot of people who’ve made it known.
They are making plans to soon
 be in their heavenly home!

I’ve heard of a lot of people who are joyful.  You can tell!
They’re in love with Jesus.  And are doing quite well!

I’ve heard of a lot of people who’ve 
made a wise choice!
They read the word of God and seek their savior’s voice!

I know of a lot of people who have 
made a firm decision…
They’ve given to God their hearts 
and undivided attention!

I know of a lot of people who were stumbling along the way.
Until they met the master…  Who changed their life one day!

I know of a lot of people that will soon be all together…
When the Lord comes back soon and 
takes them with him forever!

I know of a lot of people and I hope you’re one of them…
Who have accepted Christ.  
And are now born again!

I know there’s lot of angels in heaven 
waiting for you and me!
Won’t you join with these people to spend your eternity???

By Jim Pemberton     05/17/12


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God's Definition of Marriage


God designed marriage as the real thing!
Anything less, is what a counterfeit brings!

His concept of one man and woman is very real.
He’s not interested in bowing to “man’s appeal.”

His court of justice rings very loud and clear!
The truth of his word shall NEVER disappear!

You can look in Genesis and it is found!
He created Adam from the dust of the ground!

He designed Eve from one of his ribs!
They were joined together as  both lived!

He didn’t need a constitution to know “their rights.”
He gave them HIS WORD as their guiding light!

Satan has been trying to pervert what God created!
This is a truth.  And need not be debated!

We have cheapened the value of the marriage institution!
And have added needless 
chaos and confusion!

Through the Bible, one husband and wife are taught!
Unless you want to live in Sodom, as did Lot!

Ungodly perversions take many forms and kinds.
And it soon piles up garbage into our minds!

“What God has put together.” 
 “Let no man put asunder.!”
Many ideas of “marriage,” is a total blunder!

One man and one woman is what God ordained in Eden.
It was Adam and Eve.  
Not Adam and Steven!

The choices in life are yours!  And yours alone!
Who is going to be the Lord, of your heart and home?

By Jim Pemberton  


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Goodbye Mommy

Standing 'round the stone
waiting to say goodbye,
how do you say the words
when your heart is empty.
Nothing can prepare you
for the pain of loss
when you lose someone so
close to you.
Waiting for the words
to come forward from
your lips, yet nothing
emerges past the pain.
Then you hear a soft
voice nearby saying
that which you
cannot;
Goodbye Mommy.


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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 own 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 | I do not know? | |

For Emily

An afternoon stroll with a friend on a heated day,
Her hair perfectly swaying to her giggle bounce
Holding her tummy, simply stating
“I have a baby on the way”

Hugs, kisses, dreams and wishes
For this Mrs
The sun shining inside and out
So lucky she felt that day, she has a baby on the way

Baby’s daddy holds mommy’s hand
Says thank you honey, I love you so much
Our baby is lucky to have your heart 
And I’m so blessed to wear your band

A visit to the doctor turned perfect joy into shock
You have cancer he told her
You won’t live with this life in you
Sit soon with your husband and have a talk

Hugs, kisses, dreams and wishes
For this Mrs.
The sun shines brightly on this day
Cause she still has her baby on the way

Her husband crying uncontrollable tears
Loving her so
He could never ever let her go
He can’t choose
he doesn’t want to lose
His wife or his child

She knew for her this baby was a voice
A wish she made so long ago
A wish come true
And there was no one telling her what to do
It was ultimately her decision, her choice

Six years have passed, and Emily asks,
“Daddy, when will I see mommy?”,
Today my sweet angel,
Today

Hugs, kisses, dreams and wishes
For this Mrs
The sun still shining on this day
as Emily kneels to pray
For mommy

Mommy had made her choice
And daddy still hurts so bad, he misses her smile, her touch
But he holds Emily today
with Mommy's light warming them both
His deep indescribable love for Emily sustains him
On her birthdays

Hugs, kisses, dreams and wishes
For Emily
The sun still shining on this day
her hair perfectly swaying to her giggle bounce,
as she plays, 


Details | I do not know? | |

maybe now you'll notice me

how is it you  didn't you hear her scream
she cried it all in a song for you

how is it you didn't  taste her tears
she served them to you in your precious china

how is it you didn't see her hurt
she painted it all 
in a mural for you
on the walls of your own home
in your bedroom

how is it you didn't you feel her pain
she knitted it all 
in a blanket for you 
 wrapped you in it
 
how is it you didn't smell her fear
she made you a bottle of perfume 
the smell 
overtaking it 

how is it you didn't read it
she wrote it 
all on your my space
maybe because you were blinded
but the again 
she
i
i wrote it in braille for you
i danced it for you
you never loved me
i wasn't really yours to love
i was just rose bud 
you tended to time to time in your garden 
of beautifully bloomed long stemmed  roses
nothing special to you
i hope you regret it when i bloom
oh wait
i
have
and you do regret it
you even wrote it in a song told them to play it on a radio only
i didn't hear it
i turned the radio off
and pick up a book
i like reading better anyway


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Cloud Watching

Cloud Watching



Grass tickling your neck
white pillows across the sky
           Your own gallery


Details | Bio | |

Gifted And Blessed My Song

A child was born gifted and blessed
Not understood by parents, siblings, and all the rest
Personality traits introverted, shy 
Leaning toward melancoly don't ask why

Drawn to music, art, crafts and poetry
Who loves to hear and tell a good story
Feeling insecure, unloved, and misunderstood
Fearing the worst, bottled desires to fit in if she could

Wanting a chance to just use her gifts
And help others not feel misfit
Lives her life in her hometown
Where this woman will never wear a crown


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The Rapture

Escaping from the patterns of my life
From crime and hate and inner strife
I visit a place that is pure and serene
Where i'm alone as a morning bird sings

I followed a path forged in stone
immersed in beauty, that nature owns
It is nature that owns the morning haze
That envelops the glory of this mystic maze

A labyrinth of answers to my dreams
this paradise is false,or so it seems
As the sun beamed its radiant light
i choose a place and did recite

I gasped at the trees and fertile soil
that inherit the flowers as my quill toiled
The flowers have blossomed this early spring
Akin to a babe, immaculate and pristine.

The scent of the air is not of smog and dirt
that blackens the white and decays the dirks
Yet that of a fragrant scent from the flowers 
that abides in memory to this very hour.

i heard patter from a creek a distance away
Gentle and calm it enraptured my stay
And to my eyes not a ripple shows
As i induced a wish then tossed a rose

Akin to a morrow, i saw my reflection
Hued in beauty of Mother Nature's protection
For all this beauty that envelops me
unfolds clearly for the world to see

And to the world like a perpetual fire
it flares and glows never to tire
prevailing past the wars hate and crime
the creek remains until the end of time
 
The morning bird wings again before me
Adieu Mother Nature I'll never defy thee
Yes! the bird of faith will lead the way
To some other secluded haven to  stay.


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I'm So Thankful For Everything

I’m So Thankful… I’m so thankful for everything the Lord has made... Everything he’s created… His beauty is displayed! I’m so thankful for the breath I have to breathe… Until that one day, from this earth, I shall leave. I’m so thankful for the way God has made so evident. The principles of his word… Are so relevant! I’m so thankful for the beauty and glory he’s shown… It has brought blessings and healing to my home! I’m so thankful for the many things he’s done for me… He’s given me his love which flows abundantly! I’m so thankful that each day,.. Is another to live for him… He’s taken away my pain and has forgiven every sin. I’m so thankful that I can write these words from my heart. I know that he’s with me. And he’ll never depart! I’m so thankful that you’re reading what I’ve been saying… May this cause you to once again start praying! I pray that this same Jesus I know… Who’s merciful and kind… Will speak words of hope to you and give you a peace of mind. I pray that before you go to bed and this day has ended. You’ll allow Christ to have your heart “amended.” Thank you Lord! For what you’ve done and are going to do… It’s another way that I can say “I LOVE YOU!” Thank you Lord! For all that I‘ve received and so much more… You’ve made my life complete… And are worth living for! By Jim Pemberton


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My Son

These words I write with tear filled eyes, 
As a new dawn comes to light. 
Another day without you Son, 
Nor' a star filled winters night. 

Your Mother sends her love dear boy, 
As our hearts are torn in two. 
A Major came to see us Son, 
He brought us news of you. 

He told us of your courage, 
Of the fight that lay ahead. 
The soldier that we knew you were, 
Then he told us, " you were dead". 

You left for a tour of duty, 
With the army in your heart. 
We are proud to have had you in our lives, 
We won't always be apart. 

You fought for Queen and country, 
Now your duty sure is done. 
A man, a friend, a soldier, 
And my ever loving Son.....


Details | Free verse | |

Sunday

not so long ago 
i raced the sun home 
to sleep half this day away 
now, with children of my own 
i beg this day to stay


Details | Rhyme | |

This Habit's Got A Hold Of Me I Can't Break It

This habit has a hold of me. ..
 I can’t seem to break it!
I’m so discouraged  …  I can’t “shake it!”

I don’t know what to do, or where to turn…
When I tell others about it. 
 They’re not concerned…

What am I going to do in a situation like this?
It seems like my life is just one huge mess!

The “satisfaction” I seek… I haven’t obtained.
I’ve only myself…  And no one else to blame…

Many discouraging thoughts 
have entered my head.
Each night I cry out loud before going to bed…

I can’t think or do anything like I once did.
I don’t know how much longer
 I ‘m going to live.

Can you help me Jesus?  I know that you can.
There’s no one else who’ll listen
 or understand…

I’m going to get on my knees and begin to pray…
And ask for God’s help.  I’ll do it TODAY!

I trust his power to break this habit of mine…
This is the hour!  This is the time!

I need true freedom.  And a love that will last.
Everything I’ve tried…  Disappears fast!

To you Lord Jesus I give my life that’s broken.
“Please come into my heart…”
  Are the words spoken.

“Help me Lord to have victory within…”
“And thank you Lord for being my friend!”

By Jim Pemberton  
 02/05/11


Details | I do not know? | |

Just Like a Cigarette

I drown in tears I shed for you 
You drown in clouds of smoke 
I suffer when I look at you 
You suffer when you choke 

There's pain in every screaming lung 
There's sorrow in my heart 
For everytime you take a puff 
Your breaking it apart 

Don't you know your life is changing 
With every smoke you get 
Your life is getting ever shorter 
Just like a cigarette

_Tamara Brown_


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Happy Holidays Or Merry Christmas

What if Christmas wasn't here? What if Christmas disappeared? Whenever December came... It just wouldn’t be the same! What if the baby Jesus was never born in a manger? The true meaning of Christmas would be in danger! If this happened... There would be no nativity. We wouldn’t have Christ' peace and tranquility! It’s almost like this now! It’s an “ever increasing business.” It seems like nearly everyone wants “Christ out of Christmas!” Why does it seem like Christmas is losing it’s true meaning? The very words; “Merry Christmas,” seem to be quickly disappearing! Many say; “Happy Holiday.” For fear they may “offend.” Having a “holiday” without Christ…. Once again! We need to put Jesus Christ back into our CHRISTmas season! He is what Christmas is about! HE is the very reason! May we all take some time to rejoice in our savior’s birth. May there be shouts of JOY! From the corners of the earth! Let’s not take Christ out of our joyous celebration! We need him so much right now! All over this great nation! May we bring to him a heart of love for everything he’s done. As we bring honor to Christ. God’s precious son! May we continually offer to him a heart filled with praise! Not only at Christmas time… But all of our days! By Jim Pemberton


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That Was You Mom

Mom that was you who first was there
Tiny and helpless that was me
You taught me to eat and made me laugh
You were there when I was sick.

Mom that was you who really cared
You wiped my eyes and washed my feet
The sadness and lessons I had to learn
In your way you helped me understand.

Mom that was you who had to leave
Taken away so suddenly
The lies from others I had to live
You remained alive inside my heart.

Mom that was you I truely missed
Those years I needed you so bad
Many mothers took your place
I never thought badly of you.

Mom that was you who really knew
The pain we lived inside
Putting the past behind us now
Life made sense once again.

Mom then I learned that was you
The woman I emulated passed down from heredity
I couldn't explain where it all came from
Being with you my questions answered.

Mom then you became so sick and weak
You would pass before my crying eyes
Your last breath sent you away
To Heaven, where you now reside.

Mom if I could tell you that it is you I miss today
Another Mothers Day without you here
Knowing in my heart you are finally free
A lifetime in my heart that's where you will always be.


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Marriage Is Under Attack Like Never Before

Marriage Is Under Attack Like Never Before! Marriage is under attack… And it’s because… So many people have trampled “God’s set of laws…” What once was ordained as “God’s order of unity…” Has often resulted in so much “infidelity…” The God given covenant between a woman and a man… Is so distorted… How can one truly understand? All the way from Genesis to Revelation… God made it clear from the time of creation… It was Adam and Eve from the very start… As Eve was formed from a rib… Close to Adam’s heart. They were joined together by their God above… Being a symbol of his creation and never-ending love This same God is the redeemer of your very soul… It’s only in him that you can be complete and whole! You are invited to join the marriage supper of the lamb… Christ is the bridegroom and is waiting for your hand! Won’t you accept God’s proposal he offers to you? He’s given the invitation… What will you do? He’s coming for a bride who’s sins are washed away! Won’t you accept his proposal of love… Today? He remains faithful… And forever true! And has already said the words; “I DO!” By Jim Pemberton


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Path Warn Down

The shore is what I have seen since I was little
     when I grew up it was so far in the distance to see.
Walking the distance when I was a child I was so brittle
     to notice the path was so warn out to me.

The little strides I took was not so bad
     it was just how it ended up when my mother had my hand.
She pointed out to the horizon to make me glad
     that I could look out and see the sand.

The look in her eyes was so beautiful 
     it was one of those moments that can be captured.
My mother showed me the path and told me to be careful
     to not worry about the pain she pictured.

The final walk up to get home was a bummer
     because it was the sign that ended my time their.
My time at the beach and the sea was the end of summer
     that is when I said, I will be back I swear.

The path might be warn more and more out
     even when time passes and when I get older.
My memories of my mother and I will last with out a doubt
     with time I get smarter and much bolder.


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A MASSIVE LIST OF RECIPES

My cooking skills changed my sad mood,
I learned them by watching patient mom in relentless motion
as she put much passion in her tasty food...
who could resist not giving it a try and carry on that devotion? 


In the steamy kitchen, she spent a lifetime inventing great, exquisite recipes;
a self-made chief in her own right with neat apron and white cap;
one must have thought she was on the way to the Emmy's nomination festivities 
to pick up her golden trophy...oh, I still laugh remembering that! 


"Don't stick your finger in my batter, son...raw eggs might make
 you sick!" mother ordered. " Wait until it's baked,
then you can eat as much as you like!" I froze, thinking of no trick...
oh, that spoon dripping with sweet batter I licked!


Mom no longer could prepare large meals for our hungry family,
she succumbed to grave illness, hoping I would take up that unbroken tradition...
and it made her so glad, sensing the bond of her precious legacy;
a massive list of recpes was the everlasting gift to me with profound affection.
   


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El Bebe

La luz llega a los ojos del bebé
al ver a su Madre por vez primera
la habitación presenta un millón de posibilidades
la felicidad rodea a estas vidas inseparables

Su Padre siente un gran choque de emociones
después de darse cuenta de que su hijo ha llegado
las abuelas están dispuestas a entregarlo todo
pues con su llanto divino sus corazones robó

El abuelo llora como un hombre de verdad
al verse a sí mismo en el bebé una vez más
los tíos sostienen al bebé en sus brazos
un nuevo sentimiento ha llegado a sus pasos

Familiares y amigos sienten inspiración
hablan enloquecidos de esta nueva sensación
que poderosa es el alma de un hijito de Dios
que sacude la tierra, el mar y los cielos!

Los bebés son criaturas del todopoderoso
ellos vienen a la vida a recordarnos a todos
que desde el momento en el que hemos nacido
misiones importantes se nos han concedido!


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Mother Star

I am aimed and directed for a shooting star.
In the midst of a collision I am traveling far.
 
Nothing can stop me for I am on a lifelong mission.
I’m timing the clocks and gaining some recognition.
 
I am in and out of reality stumbling onto a delusion.
Sometimes I want to run free and go into seclusion.
 
The wind tries to hinder me so I shew it to go away.
I stand on the Moon and make the Sun arise a new day.
 
I am looking down at a world that is misunderstood.
If I could have I would have and then again I should.
 
But that is neither here nor there so I will fair.
I have accumulated a bit and have much to share.
 
However, there is a cornerstone one can get stuck.
One must find the mother Star and hope for lady luck.
 
Once you find it you will be well on your way,
You’ll rise with the Sun and be brighter each day.
 
 
 
© Copyright: Ann Rich   2006


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God Is Our Refuge And Strength

God Is Our Refuge And Strength... God is our refuge and strength, in a time of trouble. He's there to pick me up... when I fall and stumble. I will not fear, though the whole earth be shaken. And the mountains be thrown into the ocean's deep basin. Though the waters roar, and the trees shake with fear; I am never alone.... for God is always near.. There is a river, whose streams bring forth gladness. God is in it's midst and brings true happiness. Let the heathen rage... and the whole earth melt too. The Lord of hosts is with us, and shall protect YOU! Behold his works... and see what he has made. He has caused wars to cease... & destroyed weapons displayed. Be still... He is God and is exalted to glory up on high. He is our protector. He is El-Shadaii! The Lord of hosts is with us... all of heaven does proclam. The awesome power and glory there is... in HIS majestic name! By Jim Pemberton Psalm Ch. 46


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Just Being You

You are a lady of stature, a lady of peace
You are a lady who is compassionate and quite unique

Unique in your ways, thoughts, and expressions
A mentor to all, in helping others understand life’s lessons

I wanted to give you a gift, but what can I say
You are a lady who wants for nothing, you are blessed in many ways

So I’ve decided to give you something no one else can
A poem from my heart to make you understand

Your impact on my life, I will never forget
Your thoughtfulness and blessing to me I appreciate and accept with respect

I will never take for granted the kindness you have shown to me
You are a genuinely caring woman, and I know for a fact many others agree

Your smile brightens up a room; your laughter is pleasant to hear
The funny stories you share with me make it very clear

You are a lady of knowledge, wit, humor, and class
Splendid in personality, even on your most trying day you still find reasons to laugh

In close, I give thanks to God too
Because in your love for him you are a phenomenal woman while  “Just Being You”


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Till the Earth

She tills the earth
The ground 
So hard the need 
So soft the seed 
So great 
The reason

She
The earth
Mutually respectful
Easily angered
Quick to forgive

She gave life
She wants the same of the soil

She gave fruit 
She asks the same of the trees

Her tears flow to the ground
She begs the same of the skies 

Without life she has nothing

She tills
She plants 
She prays 


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Mothers

Mothers are like God
They give us birth and feed us
They teach how to talk


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DECASTICH-THE WISEST ONE

Seeing others doing harmful things,
excessively drinking and using hard drugs,
I say this road is the wisest one
a very prudent individual could ever take, 
hoping that nobody will lay flowers 
on that spot, where a horrible crash may occur.
Perhaps I've been too cautious...
when it comes to save what I hold most precious,
not afflicting useless pain on my body;
only praying to God to safeguard me. 


This afternoon, I visited my niece Crystal in Elmurst Hospital,
as she and her four friends were involved in a bad accident;
the driver, who had a legal alchool level in her blood, crashed 
into a light pole last Sunday morning; were they all drinking?
That's a mere speculation, but this kind of behavior is common
among teenagers; Asia, the driver of the car, is into a coma slowing improving. 
Crystal has a broken leg and fractured pelvis, begging nurses for help; 
and she is in acute pain and can hardly breath. Elisabeth is on a respirator...
due to a blood clot traveling to her lungs; the other two girls have minor injuries.


What does it take for irresponsible drivers not to be under the influence....
avoiding the mourning of a dear one, or even losing their own life?
Not many folks will heed this message...until they face death,
and nothing can be done to prevent them from diying.
Trongs of visitors crowd the hall, to inquire about their condition;
they hear their agony and are unable to help...ah, if they ever could!
So will you take that path which is the wisest one to avoid a possible tragedy,
or continue defying fate until its awfully late to enjoy a full life?
Their parents are as helpeless as I, but our faith makes hope grow...
that these kids will finally understand that a second chance is not given to all.



This horrible accident happened in Woodhaven, Queens, NY on August 15, 2010.


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Mother Prays

When you lose your Mother
You lose a connection to Heaven.

Why did my mother pray for me?
What was it that made her believe?
That such a child could find his way
To be a better person each day
To grow and be a man so strong
To think of others and right wrong
To love the Lord just like she
Because my mother loved me
She did without so I could have more
She worked two jobs to help her afford
The comforts of life for her child
To make a little boy smile
Now in Heaven she still prays for me
So that one day I may be received
Through those Pearly Gates into Paradise
My mother had a way of making everything nice.


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Being A Vessel of God

Being A Vessel of God...

 I met someone in a very difficult situation.
I kept walking and gave
 "no explanation."

I was then asked a very
 direct question:
"I thought you said that 
you're a Christian!"

I began to feel a conviction within my soul.
"Which direction should I take"  
I didn't know.

Either keep walking, or stop 
to help this person in need.
"I suppose just this once... 
I'll do a generous deed."

I reached out and loved 
him in Jesus' name.
And told him that it was for his life 
that our savior came.

My heart was broken as I heard 
all he had gone through.
I was speechless.  I really didn't
 know what to do.

I decided to buy him a cup of coffee 
and a sandwich as well.
And shared that Jesus loves
 him more than words can tell.

He thanked me and said, 
"I'm so glad that you care."
I then was able to lead him 
into a  salvation prayer.

We talked more about God before 
we each went our own way.
But I'll never forget what happened 
that particular day.

It helped me begin to 
realize and truly see...
How God wants so much to use 
someone like me...

By JIm Pemberton  


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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 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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Building the Nest (2005)

You keep me going
The ocean is ice
But that won’t stop me rowing

All I want is the best
Every daily action is pre-thought
So you can settle comfortably in your nest 

The whole world I live in revolves around you
Building your future so bright
This is the least I could do 

For my unborn children 


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I Remember Back When

								 

I  remember at the young age of 9 or 10.
Going to the theater was 
considered a sin.
There were many things 
that as a young boy.
That I wanted to explore and enjoy.

My parents may have been "old fashioned."
They were filled with a Godly
love and compassion.
I look back now and with some hesitation.

And think about this 
"new generation."
I wonder "where have all of the morals gone to?"
Some parents are doing things, as a kid, I'd never do.
Many of the "Godly" parents don't seemed concerned.
What's right or wrong—they can't discern.

What once was a dividing line 
between black and white.
Is now; "if it feels good—it must be allright."
The savior's call for holiness in your life must dwell.
Living by his word will save your family from hell.

Maybe living for Jesus is by some, 
"a narrow way of living."
May your life be one of sacrifice, 
holiness and thanksgiving.
May your commitment be true, your heart sincere.
For one day very soon, Jesus shall appear.
Now's the time to be an example
of Jesus' precious name.
When he comes —will you be ready—
or be ashamed?

By Jim Pemberton


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school

school  can  be  boring or  fun.most  kids  don't  like  school.but  some   kids 
do.you  may  get  frustrayted  or  even  sad  and  get mad.one  day you will  get  
it.so  never  give  up  and  always  go to  school. Me i love to go to school! Everybody should 
have fun and enjoy school because there's lots to learn about and have a great education!!


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Blacks

It’s like we’re doing them people a favor
Showing them, that we own up to what they say;
Stereo types isn’t the way,
But we as blacks are proving them right..
They believe that we’ll kill eachother before the 
Last night,
& all our women
 gone fall a victim to the streets,
Weak minded;
Not even having our children anything to eat..
The only good thing we got going for ourself
Is education,
& that aint gone support the whole nation..

Come on nie,
We gotta take stand!
Teach our children how to believe in
Themselves,
Show our mothers that they
Can make it without a man!
Prove to our fathers,
That they’ll regret they 
Neglected us!
Tell our brothers the
“Freak” that noise,
& Stop that fuss!
Its like we all against 
Eachother, 
But it shouldn’t be this way,
We gotta get it together some day;
Them people know what they doing…
Pretending to solve these crimes,
But knowing their using the same line,
Only place they wanna see us is the cemetery,
Hmm..
Or maybe jail?
But if we don’t make there,
Best to believe:
They hoping we on the
High way to hell,
But we gotta prove em’ 
Wrong,
Its been too long,
Take a stand,
Cause black women don’t need any man,
Children needa believe in themselves,
Fathers should regret the neglect,
& our brothers need to stop the fuss,
I’m trying not to cuss,
But all this frustration just built up
Inside,
Its  kinda hard to hide!
Think about it:
Rosa
Parks,
Martin
Luther King,
Malcom X..
& More, fault
For our freedom;
Now we got it, 
& we abusing it,
Kinda like our fathers try our mothers,
But that’s a whole other subject,
We gotta get it together
& that’s a bet(:

Inspired by 2Pac Words of Wisdom(:


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As You Leave

Every time you leave, a piece of me goes with,
it attaches itself to you securely,
assigning its mission forthwith.

When you travel down that lonesome road,
down a monotonous path of isolation –
just reach inside your pocket,
and there I’ll be there without hesitation.

As your days go by, without me by your side,
just open up your jacket,
you’ll find my heart beating inside.

When you lie awake in bed,
crying at the severed loss,
just wrap your covers even tighter,
and my love shall span across.

When you feel down,
and alone without a friend,
that piece of me shall comfort,
your heartache I will mend.

As the distant absence grows longer,
that piece of me grows stronger,
leading you back to this absent heart,
the one who was with you from the start.


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We Salute Our Veterans

We Salute Our Veterans…

We salute every soldier who’s
 served this great nation.
And offer a heart of thanks
 and appreciation!

We salute each member 
of our armed forces.
And are thankful for their
 efforts and resources!

We salute the many who 
protect our borders too.
We’d be in trouble…  
If not for people like YOU!

We salute every son and 
daughter lost in a war.
YOU are what serving this
 country is meant for!

We salute the officers who’ve 
guided our women and men.
Our prayers are with you!  
And our love from within!

We salute our veterans!  
Wherever they may be!
Those who served on
 land, air and sea!

Offering prayer to the
 Lord is our belief…
That he will guide our
 Commander-in-Chief!

As we observe Veteran’s Day this year…
Let’s offer our soldiers
 love, hope and cheer…

May God bless them in
 all they endeavor
And his peace be with them
 today and forever!!

By Jim Pemberton


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" MOTHER THROUGH THICK AND THIN!!!"

Mother through thick and thin
Your love doesn't have a crook or a bend
It's comes straight from her heart 
What a wonderful piece of art
You're forever a dear friend
A mother's love had no end
She's our closest kin
Taught me to ask forgiveness of sin
My mother's love will always win
Because her love is no pretend.


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Whistle While You Work

when
when
I first 
stared at this
woman rocking
I wanted to start whistling






James Abbot McNeill Whistler
Whistler's Mother  { 1871 }  Wikipedia



Also Brians Strand's Entry 
Sequence Fibonacci Imagist Contest


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Without God We're Empty Within


Without God… We’re Empty Within! Without God… Our life is filled with emptiness within. And is quickly absorbed into the quicksand of sin! Without God… We are like sheep that have gone astray. Being confused... And going the wrong way! Without God… We have no moral compass or guide. And soon become arrogant and filled with pride! Without God… We are like a ship that’s lost at sea. Not knowing who we are or where we’re going to be! Without God… We have no true hope or security. Everything becomes meaningless and utter vanity! Without God… We have a life built on a “shaky” foundation. It’s only through HIM… We can become a new creation! With God… All things are possible to those who believe! An abundant life with Christ… You can achieve! With God… Your life can be cleansed and made whole! Only he can bring true love to your soul! With God… Can you find eternal life so joyful and bliss! God’s purpose for your life. You don’t want to miss! With God… You can have peace and joy you never had! He’ll give you a reason to be happy and glad! With God… Things in your life will never be the same! That moment you reach out… And call on HIS name! By Jim Pemberton


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MUM'S FORTITUDE

Heroes aren't only those who die for a right cause
or for others; not as recognized as themselves,
some seem much stronger than they, who have many friends, 
having a certain fortitude to withstand pain, loneliness or loss.


My realization came too late: mum was one of them struggling with life,
holding out her feeble hands to pour out more love, and despite
her acute suffering, she wouldn't stop giving or worrying for us...
her life was almost done and her final reward was certainly Paradise.


If Man was made in God's likeness in heart and mind, surely
I was made in her image: very mellow and refined;
I wouldn't be who I am today...thinking quickly and act deligently, 
if she hadn't tought me how friendship and honesty should be utilized!


No, my mom didn't stress on pride, wealth and fame;
to her these things were a destructive fool's game...
she put her emphasis on humbleness, kindness and love,
and her fortitude is the very strength I lean on!


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A Mother's Love

     The depths of the oceans
     The heights of the mountains
cannot 
          aptly and vividly describe 
          what affection
     A mother has
          for her baby.

    Sweet crescendos
          of lullabies
    Bursts of staccato 
          sounds
    Splash of rondo 
          tunes
    She sings to salve
         his soul from moments
         of discomfort
    Gives him a hope 
         for life 
    And much happiness.

    Once born into this world
         of struggles
    Every child must
         survive it;
     He earnestly seeks
         for the warmth
         of a good mother.

    No one teaches
         a young one
    How to suck milk 
         from her mother’s breasts;
    Each newly born
         has some instincts
    This would assist his growth
         as he marches to face the 
challenges 
        of the coming days.

    None can however measure
        his mother’s express desire
    That her child should live to
         see her wildest dreams
         come into reality.

    Oh, what love a 
        mother has.


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I Beg You

When I heard you were in the hospital
it all became so clear.
I better take advantage of the time 
while you are here.

We need to see eachother
and find a common ground.
It's taken over twenty years
for you to come around.

We've wasted our whole lifetime
There's so much we don't know.
I doubt you know my favorite song
or favorite t.v. show.

You say you've quit the smoking.
I fear it will not last.
If you don't take this seriously
You'll just repeat the past.

I'm begging you sincerely.
You say you'll be my mother.
To do this may take all you have.
Unlike you, I have no other.

You have two other daughters
To step into my place.
You are my only mother
and you cannot be replaced. 


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To Be a Child Again by Kenny Davis

To Be a Child Again by Kenny Davis

I see the children of today
Their smiles take me away
To my times as a child
And the games that I would play

To be a child again
Means to be taken to an imaginary place
Where a box could be a house or race car
Or a ship in outer space

To be a child again
Means Mother is God in my eyes
My father is like my hero
Like Superman in the skies

To be a child again
There are many times, I would smile from ear to ear
I would jump into my parent’s loving arms
With nothing left to fear

To be a child again
Full of bedtime stories and fairy tales
Whether it was Jack and the Beanstalk
Or Jack and Jill with their water pails

To be a child again
My life filled with Mother Goose
The tails of Humpty Dumpty
And Green Eggs and Ham from Dr. Seuss

Now that I have grown
I recall my times as a child
So young, so innocent
So reckless and wild

To be a child again
My parents would wipe away every tear
It is all of those tender moments as a child
That I will always hold dear

© June 2009 k.davis


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Motherhood

My joy at its best, my hurt at its worst.
My joy at your conception and my belly swelling.
 My hurt at your birth with waves of contractions.
My joy at your first steps in those booties I knitted. 
My hurt as you fell down and bumped your head.
My joy at your first word spoken mama. 
My hurt when we argued about a sleepover and you cried I hate you.
My joy over your first report card with all the A’s.
My hurt when you were expelled from eighth grade for possession.
My joy when you took responsibility young man and changed your ways.
My hurt as you leaned on my shoulder and cried over losing your first love. 
My joy in your pride after working the summer to buy your first car.
My hurt that you are no longer my little baby but a young man.
I am forever a woman in motherhood,
My joy at its best and my hurt at its worst.


                                                                             Summer Gratias



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Redemption of a Child

It has been years of terror, pain, nightmarish hell!
Little girl in faded cast offs, shuffled from back room to main office.
Disembodied voices, cubicles, paperwork, a drab cell.
Letterhead, Department Of Children Services, an address and phone number.
Eyes suspicious, blond hair ragged. Nevada  midsummer.
Woman, excruciatingly thin, pale, tired and sunken.
Child, fearful, nervous, confused emotions drunken.
Summer, its mama, please remember me.
Child, through fog of lies and time. A lonely little flicker, remembrance possibly?
Four years gone, milk carton child, young innocence stolen.
Home lost no more, hell traded for future gossamer dreams, golden.

                                                                                                      Summer Gratias


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Ireland's Journalist Jewel

The dedication of this journalist gem
Whose writing, brought down
Drug dealing men
 
Eire's Sunday Tribune
And Sunday's Business Post
Newspapers of note, for in them she wrote
 
But it was the criminal world
And her writings so splendent
That craved her to write for the Sunday Independent
 
This brave reporter put her life on the line
To reveal to her country
Their drug filled slime
 
To avoid libel
Pseudonyms she chose
To protect the paper, from legal blows
 
Drug dealers uncovered
Showing their ill gotten gains
Irrespective of lives and families pains
 
Threats turned to visits, firing shots at her home
To deter her uncovering
In her investigative roam
 
Three months later she was shot in the leg
But the dedication of her
Thousands of newspapers were read
 
Near Newlands Cross
On the outskirts of Dublin
On a motorbike, two men with a gun
 
At a traffic light junction
With a Magnum .357
Ireland's Journalist Jewel, was taken to heaven
The name of this gem
Veronica Guerin
 
 
" In memory of a brave woman, wife and mother who took on the 
                      criminal underworld in Dublin, Eire "
 


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School Days Sweethearts

This night i have had
This 7th November day
It's one of my best
I have to say

The occasion was
A birthday party
My son's girlfriend
A couple so hearty

Parents of this two
In tribute proud
On a Munro i would stand
And shout it out loud

Ann Marie, Murdo
Nicola and James
Proud parents we are
Of our sweetheart flames
 
To watch them grow up
Into the people they are
Bright lights in our lives
Our heavenly stars

To Leanne and Andrew
As i look back on this night
This November day
This world has done right

It has brought you together
As it has requested you be
No better couple has stood
In front of me



A few words from a proud parent to the
most wonderful couple, with all my heart




http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/me-2.php


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'The Cowboy On The Battlefield ... ' (Cowboy Poem # 12)

Young Cowboy On The Battlefield
Remembered His Mama’s Words
‘Just Make It Home, Son …’
Her Voice Echoed, As He Heard …

Rapid-Fire and Revolution
Missiles, Right and Left
Bomb-Blasts and Confusion
… and Silent Tears, He’s Wept

… Every Day, A Minefield
Every Night, A Raid
Every Moment, A Terror
Trying to Make Him Afraid …

Any Second, A Horror
Of A Buddy, Laid To Rest
Every New Tomorrow
Wondering, What’s Next ?

The Cowboy On The Battlefield
Vigilant and Brave
Stood Ramrod Tall and Terse …
Looking At Her Grave …

‘Just Make It Home, Son … ‘
… Echoed Thru His Brain
‘Just Make It Home, Son …’
… Echoed Thru The Rain

And Just Before She Was Laid To Rest
She Said, ‘Just Make It Home, Son …’
And With Those Last Words, She Blessed,
And Said, ‘I’ll Be Waiting, When You Come …’

                    * * * *

… Old Cowboy, On The Battlefield
Remembers His Mama’s Words
‘Just Make It Home, Son … 
… and We’ll Celebrate Our Return …


Of  Note:  In The Words Of A Lady Rocker,
Pat Benatar:   ‘Love Is A Battlefield’
(but I Say, 'Life Is A Battlefield'


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This Past Year


I think about this past year... It “came and went…” I wonder that kind of life have I really spent? It almost seems like yesterday that I was a young man… “I had the world in the palm of my hand.” I had many goals, ambitions and dreams. I wanted to enjoy life and do so many things. Looking back on time and how quickly it’s gone by. I gaze up into the beauty of the stars in the sky. As I get older and think about another “resolution.” I find myself with another problem with no “solution.” I think about a God... Who made all of this a possibility! He’s offered to me love, hope and tranquility! I’m going to make a new commitment this January 1st. No matter if things get better… Or things get worse… I’m going to give my life and family to God above. And ask him to bless our home with his mercy and love. I’m going to try to live for him the best way I know. And seek his blessings wherever I may go! I’m going to give to God a love and strong commitment. It’s only in him where I’ll find true fulfillment! There’s an important fact, I shall always remember… God is with me from January thru December! He will be there to guide each step that is taken! With him in my life… I’m never alone or forsaken! By Jim Pemberton


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What I Learned From Mom

makings of a grandmother
only with a touch of own spice
tender to the touch with
hindering sweet sweet love that
enriches the soul to keep
rendering for more and more of
' stories of own sucess by
delivering messages of yesteryears
acknowledgment of thy mother's day
year after year




Happy Mother's Day To

Mothers 
Stepmoms 
And Moms To Be

Love Kathy & Jenny



Happy Mother's Day Mama   {1934 - 2005 }
         R.I.P.


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I Can't Do This Anymore It's Dragging Me Down

I just can’t keep “doing this” any longer! What am I doing? I began to wonder… This “sin” just keeps dragging me further down… What do I do? There’s no one around??? This “thing” has got a hold on me… I cry every night… I want to be FREE! I’ve tried and tried… But to no avail… Just when I think I have victory… I fail! I’ve read in scripture of a power that I haven’t seen. I read of a savior who can do ANYTHING! Why don’t I give him a try? I’ve nothing to lose! I’ve been so hurt, worn out and abused..… To you, dear Jesus… I confess my every sin. And can feel your love from deep within! Thank you Jesus! For giving me a joy I never knew… I don’t know where I’d be if not for YOU! You’ve brought to my life a peace I never had. For all you’ve done for me. I am so glad! Won’t YOU give your burdens to this one… I call friend? And experience the joy of being born again? Please come to him now. Why not this hour? And experience his life-changing power! By Jim Pemberton 01/17/10


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'Yellow Rose of Texas' (Haiku # 14)

‘ Yellow Rose of Texas ’ Haiku  # 14

         A Lone Star Shone On
         A Yellow Rose of Texas
         and Bluebonnets Grown


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Omni Awakening

The Mother is the Earth…
I am brought forth of her sacred womb…
She is united to me using resonance to communicate…
I stand in courageous defiance to honor her well being…
To honor the entirety of life she loves and nurtures…
My father is the sky…
His own self affirmations so mighty he never lies…
Their greatest lesson to teach human kinds mind…
Flow with the rhythm of change with wonder and enthusiasm…
Remaining present in this moment now using our skill of observation...
It is my demand that the greed dis-ease be vanquished by heart love purity…
It is my desire to heal the hole within the one soul of humanity…
Stand firm ground facing your fears…  
Hold stead fast to enduring purifying tears…
The dogmatic illusions are being attacked…
Father Sky and mother earth consume the poisonous snack…
Be your truth…
Be your heart love…
Be your own desired compassion…
Be more hilarious and less serious…
Then you can declare…
I am free;
Holy Cosmos;
I AM FREE…


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Their Anniversary

Looking about 
on a starry night 
An old man turned to his wife. . . 

"I see all the love we've shared 
somewhere -- 
beyond the moon in your eyes." 

She beamed.


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Tribute to Mother's Love

TRIBUTE TO MOTHER'S LOVE

Mother your sweet smiles cheer us,
Your strength and love showed no melancholy or tears,
Your embrace warms us on empty days.
The life you molded for us to always be free and discreet,
The life we live is all our decision and defeat,
Humble beings, but proudly you fulfilled our needs,
As time passes, empowering us with your wisdom,
Kindness was never lacking in our life of Grace,
Behold us, as we honor you and everything you do,
As your truth protect our path to greatness,
Even if only for a day of rest or recognition for all you are..
MOTHER your love is far above all.
MOTHER  you have kept us in wholesomeness
From generations past and generations to come.

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY MOMS EVERYWHERE..?


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A Big Problem In Churches Today


A Big Problem In Churches Today… There’s a big problem in churches deep within… Very few preach on the topic of; “SIN.” Sin is a very powerful and destructive force! Many families are coming apart and ending in divorce! Getting involved in perversions of various kinds… Many are getting a garbage of filth in their minds! Too many pastors are afraid to preach of a God who’s HOLY! They remain silent and consider it a bunch of “baloney! It’s just too easy to come and play “the Sunday game.” But at home… Things are not the same! Not everyone in church is doing fine and “o.k.” It doesn’t matter how you listen or what you say! God is a God of love but also of holiness too! He wants the best kind of life for me and YOU! He said to “take up the cross and come follow me!” This is the only way we can be TOTALLY FREE!!! Whatever sin or problem is “holding you down.” Seek the awesome presence of Jesus that can be found! If you can’t find his presence in your church building… Come to him in prayer! Seek his power of forgiving! He is God! There is NOTHING that you need to fear! Through the blood of Jesus… Your sins will disappear! He is and will always reward those who diligently seek him! All of your struggles you can put “beneath him!” “Though your sins be as back as scarlet, they can be as white like snow!” Once you’ve met the master. And the redeemer of your soul! By Jim Pemberton


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What If Christmas Disappeared


What if Christmas never happened? What if Christmas never came? Things around here would be different! It wouldn’t be the same! What if the baby Jesus was never born in a manger? Mankind would be in serious trouble. We’d all be in danger! If the baby Jesus wasn’t born. There would be no nativity. We wouldn’t be able to display this during our “festivity.” It’s almost like this now! It’s an “ever increasing business.” It seems like nearly everyone wants “Christ out of Christmas!” Why does it seem like Christmas is losing it’s true meaning? The very words; “Merry Christmas,” seem to be quickly disappearing! Many say; “Happy Holiday.” They worry they may “offend.” Having a “holiday” without Christ…. Once again! We need to put Jesus Christ back into our CHRISTmas season! He is what Christmas is about! HE is the very reason! May we all take some time to rejoice in our savior’s birth. May there be shouts of JOY! From the corners of the earth! Let’s not take Christ out of our joyous celebration! We need him so much right now! All over this great nation! May we bring to him a heart of love for everything he’s done. As we bring honor to Christ. God’s precious son! May we continually offer to him a heart filled with praise! Not only at Christmas time… But all of our days! By Jim Pemberton


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Dear Mom

I love you mom.
I wish there was a word to describe my appreciation.
But there’s not a word to compare
To my feelings that are really there.
I also want to thank you
Not just from a son but a brother.
I praise you as the greatest mother.
Growing up in near poverty,
Never doing without.
You passed that test no doubt.
For this I’m blessed.
Plus thru it all you never turned your back,
Really what more could I ask?
I love you mom
I have to say thank you for going above and beyond!!!!


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Mom I'm Pregnant

“Mom….   I’m Pregnant!”


From the time I held my baby 
in my arms…
I made a vow to “protect her from all harm.”

She was indeed a wonderful bundle of joy…
And during her life, has been a gift for us to enjoy.

She's been  the focus of much of our attention,
Trying to provide for her 
“timely” correction.

As a father, many thoughts entered my mind…
I wanted to be attentive to her, 
patient and kind.

As she's gone through 
her teenage years…
I thought of what perhaps is a parent’s #1 “fear.”

Then one day... “Mom I’m pregnant” were spoken...
At first, my heart was sad and “broken.”

“I didn’t raise her to be “crazy and wild…”
“How could this happen to a wonderful child?”

I realized that in spite of everything
 parent’s will do.
There’s no telling what their 
children will put them through.

I gave her a hug and all of the
 support  I could give…
Everything she’s been through…
 God will forgive!

With all that has happened in her life…
One day she’ll make someone a wonderful wife!

Dear Lord, please help my daugher to see...
How precious she is to her mother and me!




Entered in the contest; "Mom I'm Pregnant!"
Sponsored by Gwendolen Rix

Key findings
National levels and trends
• In 2006, 750,000 women younger than 20 became pregnant. The pregnancy rate 
was 71.5 pregnancies per 1,000 women aged 15–19.


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Take Me Home

Take me home, 
But it will be okay.
What if we can be a role model for someone else?
Then I'll stay.


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Kissing Moon

My longing desire beckons
Go kiss the fair faced moon!
Though its reflection lies 
beside me
giving forth a priceless smile
than why oblige to go
kiss the fair faced moon?


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Still In Love

Still In Love... My son came to me with a question on his mind. I said; “Not now son— I just don't have the time.” He said, “Daddy—are you still in love with Mommy?” “Do you love her like you did when I was in her tummy?” My eyes choked with tears; “Yes son I really do!” “I'm in love with her... and I appreciate you.” “Daddy—will you always love me like you do mom?” “Yes my son—my love for you will always belong.” I looked down and much to my surprise. There were tears running down my sons's eyes. He came running to me with his arms wide open. “Thank you daddy” were his words spoken. I picked him up and gave him a great big hug. As I let him down, on my shirt I felt a tug. His little arm reached up to grab my hand. I knew that what I said, he began to understand. I love his mom so much—my wonderful wife. She's been such a blessing- a great part of my life! By Jim Pemberton


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When you hold a baby...

Are you lonely? 
Are you sad?
Are you troubled?
Feelin' bad?

Are you worried?
Are you down?
Find yourself
on a merry-go-round?

Take away your sorrow.
Forget yesterday and tomorrow.
Your storm will turn to calm,
when you hold a baby in your arms.

They don't care if you're tall or short,
chubby or thin.
They don't  care what you believe,
where you're from or the color of your skin.

They kick, they sigh, gurgle, and grin.
Oh what Love a baby brings!

So take away your sorrow.
Forget bout yesterday and tomorrow.
Your storm will turn to calm,
just hold a baby in your arms.


Milton L. Delgado
May 7, 2004


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Those Close to Us Can Cause Much Hurt And Pain


Those Close To Us Can Cause Much Hurt And Pain... Isn’t it amazing… The hurt and damage, someone can do? Especially by the same person who said; “I Love You!” Isn’t it amazing… How someone, which we’ve given our heart… Can betray our love, and “tear it all apart?” On that special day, when your vows were exchanged… It’s almost like “overnight,” some people change! Even amongst Christians. This seems too commonplace. As people seek their own desires… Instead of God’ grace. Isn’t it amazing… How anger, jealousy and bitterness begins? Even amongst our loved ones, that we have called “friends?” What’s more amazing… Is how God, in his mercy and care.. Still loves us. And he is always there! No matter what you’ve said… No matter what you’ll do…. God remains the same. And is always there for YOU! He is faithful. His commitment to you is strong and secure! His love is everlasting. And is 100% PURE! I stand amazed, as to how God still loves us. He asks for our heart. He wants to trust us! Won’t you come and experience his love today? He loves you so much more than words could ever say! By Jim Pemberton


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This Memorial Day

We salute every soldier who’s
 served this great nation.
And offer a heart of thanks
 and appreciation!

We salute each member 
of our armed forces.
And are thankful for their
 efforts and resources!

We salute the many who 
protect our borders too.
We’d be in trouble…  
If not for people like YOU!

We salute every son and 
daughter lost in a war.
YOU are what serving this
 country is meant for!

We salute the officers who’ve 
guided our women and men.
Our prayers are with you!  
And our love from within!

We salute our veterans!  
Wherever they may be!
Those who served on
 land, air and sea!

Offering prayer to the
 Lord is our belief…
That he will guide our
 Commander-in-Chief!

As we observe Memorial Day this year…
Let’s offer our soldiers
 love, hope and cheer…

May God bless them in
 all they endeavor
And his peace be with them
 today and forever!!

By Jim Pemberton  05/21/10


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In This One Minute

I see a first-time daddy holding his son’s tiny hand for the first time.
I can see a baby, creating his first soft, fragile memory in a smiling hospital bed.
I hear the constant, high-pitched beep-beep-beep-beep coming from the rigid, gray monitors 
in the corner.
I can hear the sighs coming from adoring hospital staff and beloved family members.
I taste the scent of sterile materials in the cold delivery room, a freezing sensation, like 
breathing in through your mouth on a cold, snow-covered day.
I can taste an exceptionally faint, bitter cloud of anesthesia still in the air from its last use.
I touch the smooth black button of my Nikon camera as I preserve another moment in this 
baby’s life.
I can touch the soft, pastel-colored sheets on the hospital bed next to the new mother.
I smell the various medicines and painkillers sitting on the counter next to the stainless steel 
sink.
I can smell the sharp, tangy aroma of the slippery Germ-X the doctor is applying to his 
hands.
I am feeling peaceful, overjoyed that I am standing here to witness one of life’s few 
miracles, and the addition of another beautiful life in this world, in this one minute.


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Nobody Knows I Miss You

Nobody knows I miss you, 
They think i feel set free, 
but I feel like bound with chains, 
Trapped in the mystery. 

Nobody knows Its empty, 
The smile that I wear, 
The real one is left in the past, 
because you left me there. 

Nobody knows I am crying, 
they wont even see my tear. 
When they think that I am laughing, 
I still wishing you were here. 

Nobody knows Its painful, 
They think that I am strong. 
They say this won't kill me, 
But I wonder if they were wrong. 

Nobody knows I'm praying, 
That he will change his mind. 
They think that I had let you go, 
WHEN YOU LEFT ME THERE


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WHO Built YOUR House


This house of ours is “plain.” 
But is still standing.
We’re “simple folks...”
 By many people’s  understanding…

We may not have much of what is 
“socially appealing”…
But we have love in our hearts.  
And this is a good feeling!

We may not be “wrapped up” in much
 of this world’s entertainment.
But we seek God’s peace 
and a desire for contentment.

We, as a family, have one purpose
 and “calling” in mind.
To seek God’s ways of being
 merciful and kind…

Each day we pray with much
 thankfulness in our hearts…
For this is where happiness
 and gratitude starts!

We’re thankful to the Lord for
 his unfailing grace…
And for keeping us together
 in this special place…

We’re blessed to have a God who
 is truly worth finding.
His word in our lives is precious
  and worth memorizing!

“Unless the Lord builds the house,
 they labor in vain that build it!”
God must rule and reign…  
 So his love can completely fill it!

By Jim Pemberton  


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Miracle Of Light

Miracle of light shines burning bright
Illuminating the secret garden of mother nature's life
Creating new growth and prosperity towards a new horizon

Angels fly through prismatic rainbow colors
Whispering melodic chant lulling the soul in hypnotic trance
Somehere within blessed hearts doors open to spirit travel
Creating motivation to the mind and spirit

Thinking beyond borders creates inspirational reflections of love
Transparent vision comes from angels sending messages
In quiet moments through harmony and peace

The miracle of light shines burning bright with golden rays
Of insight illuminating the secret garden of Mother Nature delight


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Independent Woman

Sometimes it's hard with no where to run
No one to depend on,not even one
Trying to make the best for you and your child
Protecting them loving them all the while
Protecting Then From harm
Loving them until they die
Doing what you can to give them a better life
Trying to give them all they want and what you can
You've got to believe in yourself because there is no man
In your heart, you are man and woman
Man enough to teach,Woman enough to love them
Learn From your mistakes and you should proceed as you live
Shed blood and tears just as Jesus Did
Show all who didn't believe what you have done
But remember the feeling of not having anyone
Because that shows sometimes we are not together
Time after Time, We are alone in the gutter
But just take the past and set it on a shelf
And Remember, don't beleive in anyone more then yourself


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Wating In The Wing's

Sprits of the young are giving birth, 
As love is waiting in the wings.

My reflections of my yesterdays
are waiting in the wings.

Pennys are all you need for
a fountain of youth while 
waiting in the wings.

A constant cry bares the 
weight of yesterday,As 
I'm waiting in the wings.

The innocents of a child are held
in the palms of your hands, 
As your waiting in the wings.


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Truth of Being Born

The day he was born was with excitement and fear,
Of what could become of those held so dear.
The first time we held him and looked in his face,
It was to see a glimmer of Gods True Holy Grace.
A hand so small touched deeply into our soul,
As it wrapped around a finger in a movement small.
We checked every part and in their perfection found bliss.
As in our hands we now held what was part her and part his.
The exquisitely peaceful face beckoned us close,
For nowhere else is pure innocence found in such repose.
As wee little eyes opened to momentarily stare,
We knew this was God’s gift given unto our care.
A smile was enough to encircle our heart,
As we vowed to protect him and never be apart.
He yawned and wiggled and fell back to sleep,
As we were made in his glory almost to weep.

We were once like this child so innocent and pure,
And our family held us like this you can be sure.
Growing up we slowly pull away while exploring the world,
Demanding every thing as the world is unfurled.
How could we have come so far from God’s Grace?
How could we have gone so far in the daily race?
This little gift of life pulls us back together again,
Binding us tightly as no one else can my friend.
Look to your parents and give them a hug,
Then nurture this gift from God’s love above.



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Inspiring Idol

A beauty who walks an extra mile
To see my face shining with smile.
My inspiration for and beyond life
My mother taught me all to thrive.
As her selfless attitude stirs all time
To give the best even when not fine.
Mother you are an incomparable soul
Better than the best be it any role.
You are the source to make me move
Do good always and not just to prove.
Lose no hope when clouds are dark
Mom helped me trust positive mark.
Inspires in all strands without saying
24 by 7 active support system praying.
Words do fall short to describe my idol
Not just my inspiration but vitally Vital.


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madre save me

I had lost you in my head, n day by day went without u,
I had it all n to myself, big, and all of the above, I was living a 
Dangrous life but thts wht I wanted.
On my knees n looking at the grass a glock in the back of my 
head n the guy behind the gun, willing
To do whatever it took to be the best, "ur time is up, u knw how 
it is right just is wht it is",
"No!!!!!" One of the biggest n loudest with a echo scream I 
heared, my mom, scared the guy n shoot me in the back, right 
lung my mother hold me in her arms 30 mins waiting for the 
ambulance, i was in n out hearing her talking to me praying n 
asking for help words bearly would come out,
"It's time to clear things out n get things out of the way with 
god,  he'll judge if i stay or go with him, please mom stop crying 
for me."
One full month in the hospital critical conditions only woke up 
5 times n always she was there no matter wht she wanted to be 
there.
"You don't learn do you?" My mom said laying on the sofa
"I'll be back, have to take care of one thing" I replied
"We all have a mother just keep tht in mind".
On ur knees, u got anything to say? As I had a glock in the back 
of the head of the one who shoot me.
"I should of killed u n now its my lost." He told me
"U have a mother?" I asked
"Screw u." He replied
" go to ur mother n thnk her because of her ill let u live."
Mother asleep with a tear, kissed her forhead.
I couldn't do it becuase i don't want a mother to suffer wht my 
mother passed through.


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I Didn't Know HOw Good I Had It Until I Lost Everything I Owned


I didn't know how good I had it, 
until I lost all that I owned.
I lost my famly, all of my cars 
and even my home.

I tried to live a life according
 to a "good principle."
I let pride get in the way and
 felt rather "invincible."

I once had money, wealth and a lot of fame.
It seemed like everyone around
 me all knew my name.

I feel empty now... afraid.... 
and "at my wit's end."
Everyone. it seems, has left me.
 Even my "close friend.

Jesus... You're the one I know 
that I can call upon.
You make things "right" 
when all seems "wrong."

What you can give to me, 
money could never buy.
I humbly kneel before you Lord, 
with a desperate cry.

PLease help me dear Jesus. 
 I know that you can.
I read in your word that you are; 
"I AM that I AM!"

In YOU... Jesus... can I
 find life's meaning.
Your life for mine, is what I'm now receiving.

You're my best friend whom 
I love so much.
I long for your mercy and peace... 
your "special touch."

You alone can bring true joy that 
fortune could never give.
You brought me hope and peace
 and a reason to live!

By Jim Pemberton
2007


 






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Love

Love
born in the fire of youth
foster to preserve
lost to betrayal
regained in trust
through decades of growth
capitulate all 
nevermore lose
love 


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A PEN AND A COMPOSITION BOOK

Perhaps it was the most unappreciative gift:
a pen and a composition book wrapped in red paper
imprinted with Santa image riding his sleight...
I expected toys I could play with after school or later.


My sisters received many gifts from leather shoes to wool hats,
and as I held that gift with perplexity, Mother asked me,
" Son, don't you like it? " " I like it, Ma " I replied disappointingly...
" One day they will make you great! She attested with eloquence.


" A teen like me was going to be great 
with a pen and a composition book?
 How could an ordinary mother have predicted the future so precisely? '
Only an astrologer, or medium could have guessed what was awaiting me! 


A few years later, a revelation came to light:
a pen and composition book appeared in my sight,
there in a brown shoe box with old photographs they laid... 
waiting for a hand to give them life without any magic wand.


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Separated

Sad sounds young apart
From mother longing empty
Joy when united


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Birthday Rose

Introduction: A mother is such a wonderful poetry...She is the compass and blessing for her children and no matter what, in our hearts - she's the rose that never dies.


The moment I first opened my eyes, I saw your glowing face in shine You took me in your graceful arms, And poured my life in peaceful charm You sacrificed more than I can count, To raise me and strengthen my ground Every time you heard me scream, You took off from your every meal You fulfilled all my needs and dreams, You mean the world and more to me A teacher, a playmate, An answer, a guide of fate You reach out and pull me back, Whenever I get lost off track You love me like no other, Words just simply can’t explain, you are the best mother With you I never pretend, by your values I transcend You help me get my courage tight, You aid me to my wisdom right You are my loving mother, Someone I have to share my thoughts Always you know, always you care, Always you feel, always you heal Your tender smile lights up my life, From doubts that keep me captive at night Forever in my heart, you reside You care so much and feel so deep, You’re just everything I need I’m above grateful to have you in my life, As every time I think of you, I always feel revived.


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AFRICAN VIOLET

AFRICAN VIOLET

OH LAND OF AETHIOPIA
OH LAND OF ABYSSINIA
OH LAND OF SHEBA
OH LAND OF ABESHA 
Honor thy glory,thou hast braved servants.
Grace hath thy patriot,ye pride oh thee
Glory ye excellence,prime mover oh thee.
Let thee alma mater flourish
Thou hast union,not diminish.
Hoy!  One Country
Equipped with love and bravery.
Shine as one,thy works of ye weaver
Light up freedom,always and forever.
Let ye glory conquer and gleam thy illusion
Exalt thy Aethiops liberty,save us from confusion.
       Hoy!   Thy kingdom
       Hoy!   Thy Queendom
       Hoy!   Thy Cradle
Thy freedom within martyrdom
Thy glory within liondom.
Laureate liberty,laureate light
Thou shalt be ye merit ,insight within insight.
Freedom Alpha liberty Omega
Liberty Alpha freedom Omega
Love Alpha, love Omega.
Liberty in freedom,freedom in liberty
Unity in alma,mater in unity.
YE MILLENIUM ALMA!
YE MILLENIUM MATER!
YE MILLENIUM ALMA!
YE MILLENIUM MATER!
YE MILLENIUM AFRICA!


  


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Michael's Mother

The beauty of your mother was not in the clothes she'd wear
it wasn't even in the way the light danced upon her hair.
The beauty of your mother is beyond these words I write
her beauty came from in her soul, you saw it in her eyes.

The beauty of your mother was not measured by success
yet overflowing was her resplendence when you felt her soft caress.
A light warming every room she entered, words melodious and sweet
washing over you, as her verbal hug was your personal retreat.

The beauty of your mother had really only just begun
Showering you with drops of love and laughter as the sun.
The beauty of your mother is what her wish would be for you, 
Pure happiness and joy, For you, true love, to be loved too.

Remember each day your mother and the beauty that she shared
all the lessons she tried to teach you and how much for you she cared.
Because the beauty of your mother is not gone, its in your heart and in the skies
She is in you and when you gaze at me, the beauty of your mother is reflected in my eyes.


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I'll Follow You Like Your Duckling

I'm like your duckling, dear 
I follow wherever you roam so have no fear
I'm your duckling, so don't disappear 
Be my dependable leader
I'll stick around and I'll abide by your side
Like a shadow...(3)
Wie ein Schatten...(2)

I mimic like your duckling, beloved
I swim wherever you paddle so slip on my gear
Be my trustable coach 
I'll follow your routine and float by your side
Like a reflection...(3)
Wie ein Spiegelbild...(2)

I'll follow you wherever you flee
Just signal where we ought to be
I'll follow you wherever you take wing
Just push me back and forward like a swing
Lift me up and pull me down
And I'll follow you
Like your pesky duckling

Take wing, my darling angel 
I'll watch your Devine flight and wave a farewell 
Someday I'll dwell with you 
But I'll be your duckling and will always have you to turn to
Like a hero! (3) 
Wie ein Held! (2)

Like a shadow...(3)
Wie ein Schatten...(2)
Like a reflection...(3)
Wie ein Spiegelbild...(2)

I'll follow you like your ugly duckling



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Did The Lord Build Your House

  

This house of ours is “plain.” 
But is still standing.
We’re “simple folks...”
 By many people’s  understanding… 

We may not have much of what is 
“socially appealing”…
But we have love in our hearts.  
And this is a good feeling! 

We may not be “wrapped up” in much
 of this world’s entertainment.
But we seek God’s peace 
and a desire for contentment.

We, as a family, have one purpose
 and “calling” in mind.
To seek God’s ways of being
 merciful and kind…

Each day we pray with much
 thankfulness in our hearts…
For this is where happiness
 and gratitude starts! 

We’re thankful to the Lord for
 his unfailing grace…
And for keeping us together
 in this special place…

We’re blessed to have a God who
 is truly worth finding.
His word in our lives is precious
and worth memorizing! 

“Unless the Lord builds the house,
 they labor in vain that build it!”
God must rule and reign…  
 So his love can completely fill it!

 

By Jim Pemberton   
12/12/10



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Consider Our Requirements

Consider our education
Take us to school on time so that we'll not miss a fraction of a lesson
Could you take that as a responsibility?

We need someone to drive us to school
It's not the same to ride in the car without you
You say you don't have time to consider our requirements
It's not the same to ride in the van without you
We need someone to bring us to school

Consider our requirements
Drive us to school on time so that we'll avoid tardy sweeps
Take that as your upcoming responsibility!


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The Older I Am

The Older I Am… It seems like the older I am, with each passing day. There’s someone that I know who “passes away.” I remember as a child, 40 seemed to be “old.” Now, it seems quite young. As I’ve been told. This life that I have is wonderful and God given. He wants to be with me each day that I’m livin. The older I am, the more I begin to see. I need much more of God, and a lot less of me! Whatever path in life that I might choose. Without God in control. I’m going to lose! He’s the one that I need to take control. His word brings nourishment to my soul! His word and commandments need to be obeyed. There’s nothing for HIS LOVE I would ever trade! I thank you my lord for the life I have received. An eternal life with you, I want to achieve! The older I am…The closer I get to my mansion above God has blessed me and given me his eternal love! One more day with Jesus is sweeter than before! No matter my age. I’ll always need him MORE! He is and will always be with me till the end of time. I’m so glad that I am his. And he is MINE! By Jim Pemberton


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take me from this misery

* this poem has been inspired by Breaking Benjamin's Dear Agony....*
* and was written in memory of my grandmother Jeanne Gula *

My name is Jeanne Gula, today i found out that i have cancer.
Its in a tumor, that's very painful, its very rare, its 3 cancers into 1
they already took it out once... and it came back.
The doctor said it was to late to take it out again.
Its not the perfect end to my life, but its all i can have..
I don't really know how much more time i have.
I used to be able to walk by myself, with out help.
I can't believe this happened to me... of all people.
It's be coming torture, they called in hospices.
This cant be good...
I'm in my own home, slowly dieing...
I really don't want to leave, I will leave so many loved ones behind..
So I think i will stay a little longer...
Its January, i now can't do anything by myself, i have to rely on family to help with
everything, my organs are starting to slowly shut down, its very painful to go through.
but my daughters birthday is coming soon... I'm not going to leave now... i don't want her
to be sad, on such a happy day.
I can't hold on much longer.
I'm now out of this misery, its feb. 2nd, and I'm finally free.
Free, of all this pain, and I'm healthy again, I can walk, with out hanging on to anything
or anyone, I can finally be independent again...
now no one cry for me, because i lived a full long life, and no longer in pain..
I love you all.
Love Grammy


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I've Failed You Once Again

I Have Failed…


Lord, I have failed you time and time again,
By hanging on to my unrepentant sin.
I once thought, “my life will never get off track,”
Until that one day when I committed such a
terrible act.


“No one’s watching me” was what I thought,
not knowing the pain and suffering into my family
I had brought.
That one night of “pleasure” I hoped would go away,
but this sin stares me in the face every single day!

The lust that crept into my once cheerful heart,
Is now eating at me—tearing me all apart.
I once thought I was too good to commit a sin like this,
so many of God’s blessings I now will miss.

To you Jesus—my whole heart I ask you to cleanse.
for in you my whole life now depends.
Create in me a clean heart, renew a right spirit
within me.
Your forgiveness in my life is what others must see.

The most important thing to God I can now give,
Is a broken and contrite heart each day I shall live!


By Jim Pemberton


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My New Life

Someday The Lord will call Me
and I will say to Him,
"I know it's time to take Your Hand,
So My New Life can begin."

But, On Earth I have A Daughter,
who needs Your Glory and Your Grace,
She cannot stand to let me go,
I see it in her face.

I feel it in the tears She's shed,
I listen as She cries,
She's filled My Life with Happiness,
Not to mention Love and Pride.

She's been My Inspiration,
She's been right there for Me,
That's why it's hard to leave Her here,
even though She'll Know I'm Free.


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words

Words Words can make you hurt, Words can make you cry. Words can make you laugh, 
Words can make you try. Words can change you and Words can make act wrong. Words 
can hurt others. But words that hurt are nothing new. Words with action is. Because some 
actions can hurt and make pain come. Some actions can make you feel happy and loved. 
Some actions can get you down the wrong road. But whatever happens, with words or 
actions Remember that friends and people have feelings Try listening to them Friends can 
make you laugh when your sad. They can catch you when you fall. No friend lets you die Or 
leaves you in a dark corner to cry. Friends are angels from above. They are there for you. 
So if their is one thing from this that you remember is should be this, Don't say your my 
friend one moment, Then hurt me and leave me to die the next.


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A Mothers Love

A mother’s love is special,
And children know it’s true.
For mothers love their children,
No matter what they do.

When children are out playing,
 As children often do.
A mother’s love is with them,
And children know that too.

My mother’s love has shaped me,
To be a kind and loving man.
My mother’s love has helped me,
Put the wrong things right I can.

I know my mother loved me,
And I loved her dearly too.
If she were here I’d tell her,
That’s a loving thing to do.

So children tell your mother’s,
You love them everyday.
For your love too is special,
In every single way	   


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Never---------is the right time Exit------stage left

From tots barely walking unaware of life’s fears.
To the rich in spirit and full of years.
A bright torch, now extinguished……results in tears.

For blood, friends, and neighbors raw unchecked emotions surface……love, guilt, hate, anger…it’s a varied toss.

Realizing you will never contact, hear, or see your loved one again, only deepens the emotional loss.

Do what you gotta do, to make it through.

Forgive yourself….if need be seek professional help, beats wearing a strait jacket long sleeved.

To the living of dearly departed matriarchs, mothers, women rest assured; “A lady always knows when to leave”…..


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Make Your Family FIRST


Make Your Family First! I know a person who had “a change of heart.” And very shortly his family “fell apart.” He was involved in doing “so many things.” He neglected the duty of what family brings! He became so involved in helping others… He neglected his wife and his kids’ mother! At first, he had the best of intentions… But failed to give his family any kind of attention! He was so busy, and away from home so much. It didn’t take long for him to be “out of touch.” Very soon he found his life “way off course…” And heading down the path of a divorce! He began to ask himself the question; “why?” As he began to hear all of his kids cry! Beyond all of the chaos and “chatter.” He decided that his family DOES matter! He quit doing many of the things he once did. And asked all of his family to please forgive! He’s now the kind of dad that he needs to be! And is with his family so faithfully! May this be a lesson and reminder to us all! How quickly we can get up. How quickly we can fall! May we put an effort into our family as number one! Every mom and dad! Daughter and son! By Jim Pemberton


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Harold the Bee

The dew drops sparkled on flowers and leaves as the moon was doing his job.
It was on this late evening, as day lay retreating, that Harold was called up to God.

As Harold flew slowly into the bright light, he felt warmer and fear soon escaped 
him.
He saw fields that stretched on, faces once gone, and a new hope within him 
awaken.

God said, "Harold, you have been quite prolific, but now your day has arrived.
Like your Mother and Father, and siblings before you, it is time that you sit at my 
side."

He stretched out a hand, for Harold to land, and said, "my child, Harold of Bees,
your heart has been true, so my reward to you, is paradise forever with me."

At first, Harold paused, he was scared and confused, and a sadness eclipsed 
his small heart.
But the Lord reassured him, "Harold, you are fortunate", for this day, your new life 
will start".

And the dew drops sparkled on flowers and leaves, as the sun was doing her job.
It was on this great morning, as daybreak came dawning, that a light would be 
born from the dark...

...in a bed, in a room, 

with a new mother who,

held a baby, 

a boy,

in her arms.


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Knowledge

I look up at the sky and see the white flakes fall dusting the ground where the white wolf calls her cry is soon anwered and then echoed by them all as they look up at the sky and see the white flakes fall I look up at the sky and see the white flakes fall and listen to her mourn for the loss of someone small because she had given birth this same night in her den’s hall but his life did slip away as the white flakes start to fall I look up at the sky and see the white flakes fall I want to join her song and help her to stand tall I raise my voice and sing rising high above them all and add my strength to theirs as the white flakes still did fall I look up at the sky and see the white flakes fall learning that same night which I have never known at all a wolf does not exist without an answer to its call so I look up at the sky and see the white flakes fall


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life's insight

I had to be strong and not falter
Remember our wedding day?
You ran from the alter
Didn’t want to talk to anyone wanted to be alone
Remember our conversation on the cellphones?
You expressed your doubts
And began to shout
Recalling a fight from moths ago
When friends and us all went out

I embraced you with words
And foiled your concerns
We both couldn’t ignore
What our hearts yearned 

We shed our tear
And shared a cry
Look at us now 
We’re doing fine
2 years later a beautiful lady
Hugs, kissed, and endless smiles
Expecting our first baby

What a good mother
 You never scold
Lilly Ann we hoard like treasure
That’s our precious gold

We shed tears
And shared a cry
Look at us now
We are a family with our own house 
And we are doing fine


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Back To Better Days

I wish I could return 19 years into the past
Back when my ear was against my mothers heart beat
Rocked asleep by the saint in her voice
Kept safe with in the walls of her ever loving flesh
that kept the pain at bay
But curse the birth that threw me into this messed up world
my life now has scars but
I will live to love her forever more


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When Life Get's TOUGH

I’m here to tell you that when “the going get’s rough…” A simple, “God bless you!” May not be enough! Just when you think things in life are getting you down… And perhaps there’s “not a friend anywhere to be found…” Perhaps… Right now… You find yourself right there! Let me encourage you to try some prayer! Jesus is as close as the mention of his name! With him in control… Things will never be the same! He’ll speak peace to the raging waters of life’s ocean… And will give to you… His 100% “love potion!” He’ll bring peace and healing to your heart and home. He’s always there with you. You’re NEVER alone! The chains of discouragement will simply disappear… His perfect love will cast out all fear! He’ll pick up the pieces of life that are broken... As you allow his words of love and hope to be spoken. He’ll do for you what no power or god can do… He’s here right now He’s waiting for YOU! By Jim Pemberton 04/26/11


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Looking Back

Looking back on childhood days, life was easier than teenage years.
Looking back on the age of 20, how did those years pass by so quickly?

Looking back at photographs and memories, all those things are reasons for
smiling.
Looking back at all my achievements, I can honestly say that 3 were my
best ones.
Looking back at the people who loved me,  I know in my heart, my mother is with me.
Looking back at everything I treasure, being a mother is the most honorable pleasure.
Looking back on childhood days, friendships are valued by honesty and devotion.
To my very best friend, I thank you so much for giving to me the true value of life.


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Never Grow Old

I see them dancing
Across the Milky 
Way, Illuminates
Stars, as they go by
Singing songs of love

Gracing the star
Lit sky, as years
Go by singing
Songs of love, sigh

Never grow 
Never grow 
Old, Old, Old

They shall
Never

Die

(Some of the words in this poem are somewhat quoted from a song that my mother and 
father sang in their latter life.)


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These Are Dificult Times for So Many Without A Job


These Are Difficult Times! These are difficult times, with many frustrations. Many people in hardships and difficult situations! Many are filled with worry and concern. Not really knowing which direction to turn. As more are getting dependent on government. Many without work have lost any kind of fulfillment. While many seek what seems to be the best “plan.” Cries of hopelessness ring throughout the land! I, too, have been without work in the past. Wondering how much longer it would last. The months that went by, turned into years… As I sought assurance for my worries and fears. The only true peace and security I have found. Has brought love, when life came “crashing down.” I found that what really matters the most! Is Jesus! And letting him hold me close! I knew if I lost everything that was around me… God’s presence and peace still surrounds me! He made it very evident and so clear. Whatever happens in life... HE IS ALWAYS HERE! He picked me up when I felt lonely and depressed! With him in my life… I felt comforted and blessed! My problems didn’t disappear in just one day! But through life’s trials… God made a way! Whatever difficulty or problem you may face… Won’t you accept God’s gift of mercy and grace? He can do more than any other power can do! And brings meaning to the words; “I LOVE YOU!” By Jim Pemberton


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Her

Cashmere Bouquet Shower to Shower Powder The scent of my mother Gave her power for the hours Smelling sweetly all day Attitude of the same Helped her to work with calm Those 18 hours through


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The Corrupt Family

Here we begin our day
Forgetting we were supposed to stay
We drift in our own little ways
Making sure to take care of our own day
Barely saying a word to each other
Although if we do its yell or a holler
We backstab each other
And we would rather take of care of someone else
We act as if nothing is wrong
Pretending that reality stood still
Now I know for sure how corrupt we are
Since you would rather take care of your villain
Rather than your own 
Act is if we are monkeys
Blinded to your reasoning for your actions
But we are not as dumb as you may think 
The other two are just to small to see 
The lies behind your eyes 
Now you mite as well dig your own grave
But until then 
ill play your games
Let me pretend I’m ok
As long as we don’t have to speak
Then I’m actually gonna be alright.


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Oyster days

Oyster days 
=
Can she remember her days 
inside an oyster, cocooned
and alike a ‘thirst’, waiting?
Now it is a great city 
where her painted dwelling 
overlooks the marine-drive,
now resembles a pearls’ string 
with all those inviting lights.

She has friends for parties, chats, 
for cheers and for gossips; 
now that she has opened up. 
A small town is there 
in her deepest memories.
Can she remember her days 
inside an oyster, cocooned
and alike a ‘thirst’, waiting?

Does she remember her days 
inside an oyster, cocooned
and alike a ‘thirst’, waiting;
when calamities come
like swift toed stranger wearing
a galling grin and knowing,
she has no protective shell
of zinc, iron, calcium?

The needle marks and habits 
are washed at the rehab.
Doctor prescribes this or that, 
for stress, for mind and for health.
She almost laughs at a pill. 
It is boasting to be made 
out of oyster elements.

All is coming back to her. 

=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar 


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I just Thought,

People may say that i am a spoiled little brat.
    Only becuase they see what they wan't to see.
   We all have been through things in our life time that we just want to forget, but we just can't  seem to forget.

My mom has put me through many things "but lets not say" in the past.  And i have learned from some of those things.  It made me a stronger person inside and outside. 

  I don't know my father at all. I wasn't even born when my mom was around him.
 But i have a loving family.

I would never change my past even if i had the chance.  Becuase if i did then i wouldn't be 
where i am now.

 People who are out there that are judging people based on how they act or look, are stupid. Wise up and grow up... 
Those people you judge have a GOOD reason for the way they look or act.
 And maybe they need some one there to talk to. To get things off their 
back.

                        Just like the saying. "Don't judge a book by it's cover"



*just something  that i had to say* :)comment if you have a thought (or fav poem if you like it)*


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I Love You

I love you is more than just my words,

 

It is this deep down driving force of a silent sound.

Love is a magnet igniting sparks to try higher light.

Love connects beaming light twinkling at midnight.

Unmistakably, I’m assured audibly to get this heard.

 

I love you is more than me,

 

Love is pending in the depths of me I touch.

This is more than what I can realistically feel.            

It is a bargainer’s deal for the sweetest steal.

Evidently, I run wild because I set it all free!

 

I love you is less than you,

 

It is an uncut gashing wound,

With lifetimes of a scored scar,

It is a typhoon of who you are,

Apparently, it is difficult to do!

 

I love you is less than them,

 

It is always lost,

It is never found,

It binds to a cost,

Hearts are bound.

 

I love just like you,

And you love just like me!

 

I swear to my God Almighty from up above my heart is pure and true!

I really do embellish everything my love is suppose to do just for you!

 

Forever and ever, the whole world shall open their eyes daily to see!

In lieu of this unconditional love, it is here I will always want to be!

 


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LIKE MY MOTHER

My mother and I
We never get along
We argue
About everything-
My hair
My clothes
The dirty dishes
That I insist are not mine to wash-
When she rants
I shout back
My sisters tell me
I should let it go
This quarreling

I don’t

And most nights
I sleep angry at her
I plan words 
To tell her back
Tomorrow
When she begins 
Any quarrel

It hardly happens
How I envision it

When we wake up
We laugh together
Like we are the best of friends
A happy and lovely
Mother and daughter portrait

The illusion may last minutes
Or days
Before we take arms
And go for each other’s throats
Again and again and again

I don’t know how
We manage to live for so long
Hurting each other
So many times
Yet still laugh
Again and again and again

Maybe its blood
Because we are family
Because we’ve been through
So much together
We have bonds
Forged by fire
Like gold
And can never be broken

Still
It stays
This love- hate thing we have
My mother and I
We may be true blood
But for a fact I know
We shall never get along

And when I think
How much like enemies we are
It’s so strange yet true 
To admit
I want to be just like her

For when life is a bitch
And drags me up the wall
Till I scream
She is the one
From whom ii learn 
This concrete tough strength
To endure

I remember her laugh
Till tears fall from her eyes
And I wonder
How does she do that?

How dos she still smile
When she’s been hurt
So long
When she’s been cheated 
And insulted
And pushed up against the wall
For so, so long?

I know she does not forget
I see it in her eyes
Sometimes
I know she lives with her pain 
And how she laughs till tears drop
I don’t know how she does it

But I want to do it too
I want to be like her

I want to go to work
Even when I don’t have to
Or I don’t feel like it

I want to buy others gifts
When I should get myself
A chic costly shoe I truly deserve

To wash he dirty dishes
Even when my body aches and my cozy bed
Is the only place
I should be

I want to never tire
To share
What I have
Even with people
Who don’t give back?
O r say thank you.

I want to plant flowers
And nurture them
And watch them bloom
Beautifully
So that 
Even when my joys grow not
I shall find a little beauty
In the face
Of life’s ugliness

Like my mother does

And though I still think
She should change
And though we still
Never get along
And we will never
Kiss and make up
Deep inside me
Everyday of my life;
Though I will never tell her so
I want to be like her. 




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LIFES LESSONS

To live in a world with so many things
What does life offer
What does it bring
Life brought me a mom but the lord took her back
And now life changed just like that
There should be a rule if you love it let it know
For life today tomorrow may go
Love in the moment for time will tangle
Yesterday a mom
Today forever an angel
Though I am on earth and she is above
Were bonded forever with
Mother-Daughter Love!!


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Precious Moments

Sharing a smile
With the one you adore,
Where the seagulls fly
And the oceans roar.

As the seas
Meet the land,
As your feet
Melt away in the sand.

You are ever so happy
To be together as one,
To share these precious memories
And all God has done.

These are the blessings
Sent from above,
These are the blessings
Of  mother’s true love.


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The Cycle Lives On

A girl child is born given life brand new
To a mother so proud and a daddy too
Elsewhere mother gives a baby boy life
Daddy's not there he's at home with his wife
One day daddy's gone Baby girl wonders why
Baby boy hides his hunger so mommy don't cry
One mommy works from morning into the night
The other works streets sleeping thru daylight
Each mother making the best of her situation
Children denied mothers love and appreciation
Each child raise themselves all, alone
Kids with no childhood forced to be grown
A two parent love they'll never get to learn
15 years old to each others they will turn
Not knowing true love thinking theirs real
Only both parents love they sought to fulfill
A mother gives a girl life as they do a son
They're but babies, at 15 innocence gone
Reality of broken homes, the cycle lives on



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One Lonely Mother

Barely there and barely breathing
All alone this chilly night
Frosted blanket in the fields
But all was calm and vivid bright
One mother comforts her new baby
She'd none to give, none but her love
This was enough, more than enough
The Lord watched closely from above
Guiding her steps, guiding her heart
With no direction, with no plan
But God did know where she must go
To raise him to a gracious man


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My Angel of White

She stands, wings covering her eyes
She can hear, though she can't understand
I desire her to guide me
Lead me, show me the path to go
Whiter than snow, hair of brown yet it glows
Speak to me, angel of white
Hold me and cry for me with alll thy might
Lift me up in thy wings and reveal thy sight
Let me see that you know of my plight
I dare to be warmed by the wings
The wings with the power of flight



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Mother's Day

Mother's day is approaching and the sadness in my heart is brewing. 
Tring to fight back the emotions within . 
Having to go to the grave yard to see you is tearing me up inside. 
I know that we all must pass on someday but it does not ease my mind none the less. 
I will go to your permanent home at the graveyard and shower you with my love for flowers. 
We both shared that same love. 
For if not  for you i would not be here. 
So i will continue to pay my respects to you every chance i get. 
Wheather it be Mother's day or your birthday or Easter or Christmas . 
I will be there to pay you a visit. 
I want to say Happy mother's Day to you but its not happy any more without you here. 
So i will say i love you and i Miss you and you are still in my heart and soul and there you'll stay. 
Love ya Momma


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The Haunted Token of Love

A little delicate miracle
Moving, giggling, laughing
Its little fingers
Rise in the air
To catch the unknown
To feel the intangible
Its little curious eyes roll
And glow sometimes
As if he had seen
The invisible
Pretty little smiles
Appear on his face
As if an angel 
Has descended to cuddle
Its soft body
In its divine embrace
----------------
O my little angel
How cute you look!
How pretty, how innocent
Those looks are!
You cannot see me
So what’s that which makes you
Smile? Stretch your little arms?
Giggle as if you have seen
A wonder?
How I long for your warm breath
How I miss your sweet voice
Yet all that I can have
Is these cherished moments 
Of sorrow and joy
Bestowed on my by the
Almighty
To imagine I can hear the sweet 
Melodies of your voice
To imagine I can feel the soft petals
Of your face
And wet them with my dewy tears
To imagine I can sing lullabies
For you to take you into dreams
Where you can know
That there is someone here 
Who sees, who cares, who loves…


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Dear God I Don't Want To Be DEPRESSED Anymore

My mind seems to be going
 "in every direction."
I often wander if I'm going
 through a depression.

The people I once loved...
 I love no more.
Life seems to be so "dry."
Rather "a bore."

My life seems to be 
"turned upside down"
There's no one to help.  
Nobody around.

Will you... God... listen 
to my call?
And accept me... 
Faults and all?

I know that you're listening
 to my desparate plea.
To love someone 
as lowly as me.

Thank you Lord for 
helping me along.
In your arms of mercy... 
 Is where I belong!

By Jim Pemberton
2007


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broken promises

you   said  you  were  gonna  take  me   to  the  movie's 
you  said  you were   gonna   take  me out  for  dinner
you    said you  were  gonna  take  me  to  the  mall
but   you     broke  your  word.


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The Healers Heart / 2001

The healer strove to mark the place
to walk with heart in hand. 
She placed her foot upon the path
and walked ‘pon ochre sand.

Her head was high, her gaze direct
the path before her steep;
to her goal with chattering teeth
the healer’s eyes did keep.

She went within the darkness deep,
earth's core she did explore;
with heart hearth lit and good intent
she visited earth's core.

The Mother had oft seen her there
and gifted her each day,
with lava, light, and wet warmth
the Mother watched her play.

Still, now the healer knew the truth,
a truth she must absorb.
Father lived in hearths held on high,
He was another force.

And, if the healer was to grow
help others come this way
she must go forth, rise, absorb
the upper light displayed.

With trembling lips and fearful sighs
on she purposefully strode, 
this child of clay, of lava formed,
to Father’s bright abode.

And, as she rose above the clouds
into the firmament
she lost her shape, as child of earth
gained oneness in ascent.

No boundaries now held her form
except His loving grace,
this cherished child of mud, of clay;
she took her solemn place.

“Light or Dark, neither good nor bad,”
a choice the Father said.
a place for all, a purpose too
and lessons learned instead.

So, the healer turned to earth
upon that golden day. 
She’d learned the joy of dark and light
found wholeness, in this way.


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Gift of Poverty

My mother would sit there, 
And watched as we ate,
She lied about eating,
As we cleaned our plate...
The clothes that we wore,
Were ones that she made,
Since she couldn’t afford,
After bills were all paid...
And I still remember,
Me shoveling coal,
While others used oil,
For heat through the cold...
So the room that we shared,
Would always stay warm,
While plastic taped windows,
Would hold back the storm...
Many will tell you,
That I grew up poor,
But poverty blessed us,
With gifts that meant more...
 
( Thank you mom now I see )
 


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thank you

thank you  for the  nice things you  say   about  me.
thank you  for the  nice thing's you  bought  me
thank you  for  doing  good  things  with  me.
thank you  for  helping me when i   needed  a  helping  hand.
now  what's  all  left  to  say  is...................................
thank  you  thank  you  thank  you  thank you


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The Christmas Letter, dedicated to my mother

I thought I would have, all my cards in the mail
You can tell that my pace, is that of a snail
I’m such a “go getter” and I hate sitting still
One things’ for certain, I haven’t lost my will.

All the testing, the blood work, x-rays and more
Thank goodness the lab, has a revolving door.
I’m covered in bruises, from head to my toes,
I say it’s ‘cuz, I punched a guy in the nose.

This pill, and that pill, it is hard to keep track
Is this for my stomach, my eyes or my back?
All of my treatments, are a thing of the past
I don’t have to see doctors, I’m free at last.

Believe it or not, hubby’s quite a good cook
And he doesn’t follow, a recipe book.
I’ve had to scold him every once in a while
“Please don’t leave that clean laundry, sit in that pile”.

He vacuums, does laundry and even does chores
Fixes washers, dryers and paints all the doors
He’ll relax in his chair, and he snores quite fast
When he gets loud, I’ll turn the TV full blast.

I have to admit, that it’s funny to see
Looking out that window, as he trims the tree.
I still try to figure, why men can’t “just trim”
NO, they hack, saw, and pull and leave just a limb.

The Grandchildren are growing, fast every day
Time passes quickly, which is scary to say.
Thank goodness for family, and friends such as you
May all of your dreams, and wishes come true.

MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY NEW YEAR


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To A Very Special Mother

Thank you Jesus for 
giving me my mother.
She's "one in a million!"  
There is no other!

She's blessed her 
family as well.
I love and appreciate her. 
 Can't you tell?

She was there to teach 
me right from wrong.
And Godly principles that 
certainly belong!

I haven't strayed from
 her God-given duty.
As a reflection of his love 
and an inner beauty.

May her life be blessed... 
 Beyond measure!
Thank you mom!  
You're a great treasure!

By Jim Pemberton


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For You

I wrapped my arms around myself, 
And squeezed with all my might, 
The biggest hug there ever was, 
Popped out and took to flight. 

I pursed my lips and puckered up, 
To send to you a kiss, 
I closed my eyes and made a wish, 
That neither one would miss, 

I waved my hands before they left, 
And cast a little spell 
To guide them both from me to you, 
Through a magic wishing well 

Then I wished for one more thing, 
Before my deed was done 
That my hug and kiss be felt 
With every setting sun 

I did this so that every night 
Your dreams be free from fear 
And so you'll know, though you're away 
That Momma's always near


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Some Things Left Unsaid

A woman of strength,
patience and hope.
Lord knows you've had to sacrifice.
I wonder how you cope.
You fill yourself with faith,
compassion and love.
When it's all too much to handle,
do you need to look above?
In Him do you find 
the courage to go on,
when the times get too rough
and the days feel too long?
So many things you carry
on your shoulders, in your heart.
So much of you will be with me,
though miles and miles apart.
I've taken things for granted,
without a second thought.
Looking at the past,
there are many battles we have fought.
Through struggles and accomplishments,
you've been there by my side.
Just know that I am here for you.
In me, you can confide.
It's hard to stay so positive,
when the world starts to crumble.
I'll be there to pick you up,
if ever you should stumble.
I appreciate and love you
more than you may see.
If it wasn't for you, mother,
I wouldn't be me.


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YOU PREACHED: A Tribute to Pastor Arlee Griffith Jr.

you preached to us that the way to achieve an ultimate makeover
is to concede control to God and let the Holy Spirit takeover
you preached to us that we need to take up our towel of service
and then realize and utilize our God given purpose
you preached to us in the year of 2005 
that we are all blessed to even be alive
you preached to us in the year of 2006
that we need to study the word of God to get our spiritual fix
you preached to us in the year of 2007
that there's a happy hour awaiting us up in heaven
you preached to us on how we can make 2008 great
is by getting our relationship with the Lord God straight
you told us we need to do more than just go wishing
but to go out and make disciples by going soul fishing
you told us we need to hear a word from our sponsor, Jesus Christ
and then stay tuned to His channel until we get it right
you told us that whether wise or otherwise
we need to stay focused on God's eternal prize
and when you get into your pastoral groove
your words and message make our spirits move
and when you ask to speak for a few minutes more
believe nobody is making a move towards the chapel doors
to an anointed man of God, Pastor Griffith I thank your grandmother today
for handing God her healing hands that brought you to this day
so congratulations and happy anniversary to you and the first family
for 19 years of leadership and preaching with God's authority


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ERIC IS GOING TO IRAQ

Linda is making her urgent plea today
to all who read her desperate message;
she asks for comforting words and prayers
for her son Eric, who is going to Iraq, whose
pride and courage reflects a young age.


Go, Eric from your loved Motherland
and bring along the Star-Spangled flag...
to remind you of a mission of liberty,
to open the eyes of those deceived by tyranny;
go, Eric and bring along God's mercy. 


Saying goodbye may be too hard,
so let tears flow to release much pain,
and your sacrifice is another child's gain...
an American soldier being there to transform ugliness into beauty,
to let him, or her see how a kind and loving stranger can change their destiny.


Go, Eric and make America proud with your manly ego,
and tell your mom that another unforgettable hero
will be added to the long list of those who planted their seed;  
and on his return his family and friends will hug him
and congratulate him for his bravery and grit.


God's protection is invoked by a well-wisher and a caring person like me...
to bring you home in the shortest time, safe and sound;
and may the desert nights help you find that special friend in the stars,
and may the long days resemble the radiant sun's face, and should
you break down and cry: don't let despair be your demise.


Embrace your mother, and kiss her tenderly,
show her how strong and confident you are...
to go overseas and engage in a war still fought with atrocity;
look afar...visualize the moments of your glory:
when you'll land on your adored and beloved shore.  


Inspired by Linda-Marie Bariana's Blog


Copyright 2010 by Andrew Crisci


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Forever-Part 2

Pacabells cannon starts to play. The gates open and everyone looks my way. Beautiful black and red roses line the red carpet that leads to you. You look amazing tonight too. I look at my white dress as I step into the setting sun. The light catches the black sparkles and roses on my dress and makes me look beautiful, makes me feel like one. A black rose on this beautiful LA sand. A black rose that belongs to a wonderful man. I slowly walk down the aisle. I walk up to you and I smile. There's black and red roses on the alter and I get up ther. I can smell their sweet fregrance in the warm evening air. The paster starts as I look at you. You say you vouls and I say mine too. You say "I do," and I do the same too. You slip yet another beautiful ring on my finger and kiss me so sweetly. We hold hands and walk back down the beautiful rose lined aisle.

 

We walk to the peir where there are beautiful lights hung up everywhere. I spin to look at the beauty and you lean in close to me and say, "wait here." You walk up to the DJ and request and smile as a familure tune comes on. I continue to smile and I take your hand. you walk me back out onto the beautiful sand.  "Our first dance," you say. My smile gets bigger when I here Amazed starts to play. You pull me closer to you as we start to move from side to side. My nourvousness is hard to hide. "You okay beautiful?" you ask softly as you gently run your hand through my hair. "Yeah baby, I'm fine," I say as I see people gather around and stare. We dance and we sway sweetly and quietly. We kiss and dance slowly. We kiss again and you start to sing along with the song. I've been waiting for this day, I've been waiting so long.

 

We'r walking on the beach again. hand in hand. you still in your tux, I'm still in my dress. This is our future. Together. Forever. The setting sun catches my ring. It shines brightly. "I love you," I say and we kiss again. "I love you too," you say and gently pick me up.

You carry me back up to the house. You carry me up sairs and lay me on our bed. You lay beside me and gently kiss my head.

We lay there and talk for hours and hours. We smile and laughas our future stretches on in front of us.


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My Strength Renewed, My Rock

On the day of July nine 
In the year of ninety and six. 
Her heart was so pure and so fine 
But too weak for the surgeon to fix. 
Her eyes still shown bright as day 
But her frail body had wasted away 
Her smile as warm as the love 
That she gave through Jesus above 
She knew she would not pull through 
But not one moment of sadness or blue 
Did she cast to her loved ones there 
Who waited and prayed for her care 
The Day was the twelfth of July 
The hours ticked endlessly by 
Many friends and family too 
People I never knew 
Came to say their farewells 
To a sister who with Jesus now sails 
On a peaceful and gentle tide 
To ever abide at his side 
As the service came to a close 
And the time was as everyone knows 
To cover her body with earth 
Though her spirit had now a new birth 
From out of the crowd stepped a child 
Who's heart like her grandmother's  was mild 
She picked up a shovel and prayed 
As everyone stood there dismayed 
Some tried to keep her from her task 
She looked to her Grandpa with eyes that ask 
He said to those who had tried 
To stop this child at the side 
Of her grandmother's still open grave 
With shovel in hand and heart so brave 
Let her be was his reply 
She's strong enough I won't deny 
She then began her chosen task 
Permitted to do what her heart had ask 
Shovel by shovel and tear by tear 
Her respect paid true to a lady so dear 
At the tender young age of only ten
This little girl whose life has been 
Directed and sculpted by the events of that day 
And by the grandmother who taught her to pray 
Just ten precious years she shared with her here 
But forever in her heart her grandmother is near 
I am the mother of this brave little child 
And never has any heart been so mild 
The day was the twelfth of July 
And to my Mother I said good bye 
A new strength was shown to me that day 
In the child I had birthed and taught to play 
Grandmother's shoes are not easy to fill 
But with a heart of gold and the strength and will 
She to this day has been my best friend 
In absence of Mother my rock to the end 
Now twelve years later a woman full grown 
No longer here with me, elsewhere on her own 
No matter the distance in miles or in time 
She still fills the shoes of that Mother so fine 
And knowing her task will never be done 
She looks to the Heaven's, The Father, The Son 
But also she looks for a glimpse now and then 
From the Grandmother she knows will hold her again


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Wind Song

Here I stand as cool as the wind, heavenly rain drops, my lord showers me with his mist. hail 
proceeds, mother natures nurturing hand turns to a fist.
Nearby,
an aspen, short and bulky sways with her current, dancing to a wind song.
A dramatic sequence occurs, raindrops beat the pavement acting as drums. Wind songs 
sound of tambourine and the aspen sings her melody, each leaf its own entity.
All with a different tone,
She smells like lilac perfume....

Is she a she?
Or is she a he?
A natural figure, a figment of ones own preference. Mother nature represents the world . 
From the cirrus and strattus clouds, to a picture perfect sunset. Mountains that span high into 
a distant horizon, or the weeping willow whose inspirational position gives beauty its 
definition....



.....2009.....JP


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Mother Star

 The mother of all stars so bright

That sits with much grace and
Beauty

Casting her light with pride and
Grace

Twinkle, twinkle sparkling
Ever so proudly

With posh she sit’s up proud

Casting over dark shadows that
Want’s to roam

Her light peep through the
Heaviest of clouds

I can see her rays of light
Perching through the old
Black clouds

Trying to rule her domain
Casting down shadows of
Blackness left to roam

But

When all is said and all is
Done

Without a doubt she will
Conquer

And conquer she will

To cast out dark shadows
Of darken land

To keep the beauty and beauty
Will rule

Old mother star the mother of all
And the ruler of all that twinkle
Within the night

She rule with love and sit’s
With posh

She never fear

Never afraid to let her beauty
Reign near nor far

Her dominance rule far and
Wide

From end to end of the
Darken sky

The mother of all the stars
That go twinkle into the night

She proudly displays her wisdom

And pride so full of
Grace

She sit’s up high with posh and 
Beauty

Ruling her galaxy leaving a
Trail

Calling it the milky way right
To her heart

Proudly boldly with pose she
Rule her galaxy.. 
 


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Flee Immorality And Seek God's Purity



Flee Immorality And Seek God’s Purity! God’s word says to “flee from sexual immorality.” And to seek HIS wholesomeness and purity! It reminds us that our flesh “wars against our soul.” From every temptation, we must let go! With each day, there’s a battle that rages on… It’s a battle for doing what is right or wrong! God’s word must be the moral compass for our direction. We need to seek his word for much needed correction! We need to present our lives as pure to God above… And seek to be filled with his goodness and love! We need to be filled with things virtuous and good. We ought to live as a follower of Christ should! We must run fast from the “sinful traps” we encounter! We need to seek his holiness, majesty and power! God wants for each of us HIS very best! All ungodly things in our life need to be “put to rest!” God’s will in each of us, needs to be our goal! For only Jesus can truly make us complete and whole! Why not allow God’s to give you peace and contentment? And give him your life with a 100% commitment? By Jim Pemberton


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Is Your Life Running On EMPTY

Is your life running 
on empty fumes?
Are the adversities and stress
 of life being consumed?

Any zeal and passion for God
 may be in the past…
You wonder; “How long is life
 going to last???”

Perhaps you feel like your
 anchor’s “been lost at sea…”
And ask; “Lord…  
Why is this happening to me?”

Things in life often
 catch us “unaware…”
You may ask; “does anyone
 out there really care?”

There is someone who
 can help you along!
In Jesus’ arms of mercy
 is where you belong!

He walked this earth and 
calmed the sea of Galilee…
He’ll calm the storms
 of life for you and me!

Won’t you give him a chance... 
 To calm your fears?
And allow his love to
 wipe away any tears?

He’ll bring peace to a
 hopeless situation…
All you need to do… 
 Is to give him an invitation…

The choice is yours…  
It’s your decision to make!
Won’t you do it now?  Before it’s too late???

By Jim Pemberton  
01/18/10







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It's Ok Mama To Let Go

it's ok mama to let go
for the angels told me so
i'm no longer afraid 
to be on my own

it's ok mama to let go
go be with daddy 
so he doesn't feel 
so all alone

it's ok mama to let go
you've earn your wings
for god has told me so

it's ok mama to let go
i'll be waiting and watching
for your spirits aglow

it's ok mama to let go
for god exponged that cancer
and now lets you travel to and fro



Happy Mother's Day Mama {1934 - 2005 }
RIP


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If the Table Were Turned

You ask of people small things to do
But it seems like it’s so hard for them to do.
You say to yourself, “If the table were turned,
I would not have done this thing to you.”
You find yourself in certain situations,
And you ask individuals for their help.
But you’re left high and dry and all alone,
And once again you are all by yourself.
You know the saying goes,
What goes around comes around the same.
But some of the things that has happened to me,
I would not want those things to happen to anyone else by name.
Sometimes, the way we react, 
Others do not understand,
But if the table were turned, 
I guarantee you;
You would not find another like me in the land.
We do things to other people,
And you wonder if the table was turned;
Would you get treated the way you should have been,
Or would you end up just getting burned.
I know that we are going to reap, that which we sow,
Our character has to get tested.
And that’s how people would really know;
That if the table were actually turned,
It would show the kind of reaction or blow.
WHAT WOULD YOU DO, OR HOW WOULD YOU REACT, IF THE TABLE WERE TURNED!!!


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Accept My Hugs

How could I sense when people are in need of hugs? 
I always had that loving heart
Now what happened to it? 

I'm in big trouble...ragged with loathe 
My hugs don't hold the same feelings
It chokes the living from their shelter
It makes them weak...I slowly swelter 

If I offered you a hug, 
Will you accept it
Or leave me hanging there? 

How could I sense when people are in need of hugs? 
I always have had that loving heart
Now what happened to the love that shields us all?
How did this horrid situation tear us all apart? 

My hugs hold no importance...lacking desire
It only feeds the fire
Not the helpless in heart 
It clusters annoyance in the soul 

If I offered you a hug, 
Will you accept it? 
or leave me hanging there? 
Now I'm lustered in wrath...

I fear that dad will lose you 
Just over a single hug given by him...
Your affectionate embraces feel so grim 
Restrain from losing yourself
Accept his hugs that hold such guiltless charity

Free from faithless arguments...don't hold on to worthless words

If he offered you a hug, 
Will you accept it
Or leave him hanging there in the freezing cold?

His hugs aren't sold
Like a piece of perishable gold
To an ignorant form just like you
It holds freedom...it's all true 

If he offered you a hug, 
Accept them and appreciate his offer
Because he doesn't dwell on the negativity
Feel free to say your last goodbyes
But, remember us as our family departs...and dies

If He offered you a hug, 
Will you accept it
Or leave Him hanging there in the freezing cold
Without His healing arms
Cradling you and your family throughout the furious night? 

If he offered you a hug, 
Will you accept it
Or leave him hanging there? 

It wouldn't be a dissappointment
If you would willingly
Accept his hugs

We would be drowning with excitement
If you would certainly
Accept OUR hugs


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Introduction

Between the covers of this book...
  A diverse collection of when I felt forsook
Not all words are detailed to a fact,with
Serenity I've changed some,others I enact.
There are some words for which I must find
  A story to tell and make it rhyme,
Some fall on paper in three-quarter time,
   Others are painfully sent as a sign.
Some are worth Million$ others not one thin dime
   Chapters and characters for another to design.
            Venture on thru-A journey you will find..
"POETRY-IN-MOTION"-ten-thousand steps of life to climb
As like Mother-Goose only I write of the ruins
   Of neglect and child abuse.
I write of Jude and The Book of Revelation
The Work-of-Art by God's Creation.
  The Wrath of God and behold Salvation
And that Christ Jesus died 
            for this Worthless Generation-


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Gratitude

Birthdays come but once a year
A day we celebrate, a day to cheer
We all know the day we're born and our age
For birthdays bring us joy or change of stage

The day I celebrated my fourty-ninth year
On the other side of the world fear
Horror for a young girl named Heather
Who was swimming in ocean waters from boat tethered

Swimming around the ocean deep 
Working up an appetitate for something to eat
Was a great white shark fourteen feet, whopper
Jaws powerful enough to bite through copper

At home I thought I had turned fifty
I figured this year would be very nifty
My father who was in his nineties
Reminded me that I was only fourty-ninty

In a land way down yonder
A girl named Heather was pulled under
Great white figured she was good meat
Nice and tender a very tasty treat

A girl named Heather was saved
That very day lived to be one to praise
People who worked to keep her alive
She praised God who lives in hearts and on high

Sara lived many years
Saw her grandsons through tears
She was the strength and glue
Who saw her family's problems through

Just in recent years in a land down under
A fourteen foot great white shark did blunder
Caught in a fisherman's net
He'll probably live this mistake regret

No, the fisherman cuts the lines
Frees his catch and shark from bind
Now the shark he named Cindy
Follows him around even when windy

Follows him everywhere he goes
Let's him pet her on her nose
Rub her belly and dorsal fin
She even grunts and tries to grin

Which of these do you think is the most grateful
Heather who is now disable
The shark who was spared his life
Or Sara the mother, grandmother, and wife


(The story about Heather is true. The shark circled and bit her right leg.  Then circled and 
grabbed her left leg.  The people on the boat were hitting the shark and try to pull her into 
the boat and the shark took her whole left leg off.  She was only attended by a nurse who 
was on the boat and radioed a doctor on shore as to what to do.  She was 20 hours away 
from the nearest doctor.  She was lifeflighted to a hospital in California where she had to 
have multiple surgeries and now has an artificial leg.     The story about the shark caught in 
a fisherman's net was really not true.  The grandmother here was a true story.)


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English Garden

I have found the treasure
that lies at the Rainbow's end;
surrounded by Sweet William, for-get-me knots,
and crimson shades of velvet rose.

Near the cottage of old where I was young,
the quaint charm of the English garden.
Where time has not weathered with due harm,
swirls of hued asters still in the brisk fresh air.

Moments spent dancing with cupid in midst
of a sunny afternoon.
Seconds where dreams danced on the moon,
sweet perfume floats by to wisp away my breath.
Up ahead mine eyes view the grassy slopes
where a thousand of narcissus bloom.

I watch them sway the day away tossing 
their sweet perfume to the winds.
Wicker seats and ivory benches upon I sit and muse.
The soul cannot thrive in the absence of a garden,
a rose plot, fringed pool and serenity.

Burn the sage, the leaves of rose and wintergreen
Light the candles in the middle of the afternoon.
From within my center core I breathe for more of this
paradise near heavens view.

Sweet surrender to growing things, cupids chimes in
melody rings, for here is a heavenly peace that mirrors
my thirsty soul.


My x4 Great Grandmother was from England a Duchess but she chose to marry my X4 Great
Grandfather and lost her inheritance and rights for neglecting the wishes of the family in
England. He was a Captain of the sea and brought many to the American shores of Mass. In
reading and studying, I found she loved to write of the sea and those things she cherished
from England and growing up, from memoires, she has touched my muse and from time to time,
I let her speak of such cherished beautiful things.


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I Pray For My Children

 

I Pray For My Children… As a parent, having raised my kids.. I wanted to be a good example in how I lived. Disappointments and failures… I’ve had my share! I still love them and will always care! I didn’t want to “run away,” like many do… I want to be there to tell them; “I love you!” I did my best to give them a God given dedication… And to help them in a Bible based education. Now the years have passed and my kids are grown… Very soon, they’ll all be out of the home. I pray for God’s blessing in their days ahead. May the Bible be their source of “daily bread.” I pray that the Lord will guide their every step… May a love for God in their hearts be kept! Lord, please keep them from evil and harm… And keep them safe and secure in your arms! I pray that one day in heaven, I will see.. All my kids with me... For eternity! By Jim Pemberton


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A DAUGTER'S PRAYER

Dear Lord

Thank you for giving me the mother I had
Thank you for always helping her 
Thank you for making her so sweet
For her unconditional love
Her kind spirit and gentle words.

Thank you Lord for the time we had
All the good times and the bad
Dear Lord you know the pain I have
The longing for her everyday
I know you need her now.

There was so much I still
Wanted to say and do
Dear Lord I ask you now
To please help me through
Take good care of her

My Mother whom I loved so…..


This poem is in remembrance of my mother-in-law.
I dedicate this to my sister-in-law.


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Carry Me Far

Carry me far beyond the heights
Of joyful soaring hearts

Where eagles peak, what climbers seek
And sunlight ever starts

Above the wind and higher still
'Til I enter sweet heaven's gate

And there behold my Savior
Where mother dear awaits

With widened eyes we glad embrace
No words could ever tell

The depths of our unspoken love
For those we know so well.


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Mother

From a child to adult,
You’ve always been right there
Willing to lend a hand,
To show how much you care.

Through good times and bad times,
We’ve made it together
Remembering them all,
I’ll cherish forever.

We talk about problems,
Willing to lend your ear
Helping in life’s struggles,
We laugh or shed a tear.

I’d never have made it
Without you by my side
Forever your baby,
Through life you’ve been my guide.

Thank you mom for being,
So special in your way
I’m writing to wish you,
A Happy Mother’s Day!


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Let's Keep Marriage STRONG


Let’s Keep Marriage Strong! In marriages, we often fail to Be take time to communicate… To be honest with each other… Truthful and straight! In each other… We need to look for the BEST! And not treat each other like a “pest.” We don’t need to speak words that’ll cause harm… But to love each other with an opened arm! May we serve one another with compassion and love! Knowing we were brought together from God above! Just think about the first day you were wed… Remember the words; “I love you” were often said! We need to keep marriages together no matter the cost! Divorce leads to so much tragedy and a huge loss! By Jim Pemberton


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After All These Years Still IN LOVE

Still In Love...
My son came to me with 
a question on his mind.
I said; “Not now son—
I just don't have the time.”

He said, “Daddy—are you still 
in love with Mommy?”
“Do you love her like you did when 
I was in her tummy?”

My eyes choked with tears; 
“Yes son I really do!”
“I'm in love with her...
and I appreciate you.”

“Daddy—will you always love
me like you do mom?”
“Yes my son—my love for you 
will always belong.”

I looked down and much
to my surprise.
There were tears running
down my sons's eyes.

He came running to me with 
his arms wide open.
“Thank you daddy” were his words spoken.

I picked him up and gave
him a great big hug.
As I let him down, on my shirt I felt a tug.

His little arm reached up to grab my hand.
I knew that what I said,
he began to understand.

I love his mom so much—my wonderful wife.
She's been such a blessing-
a great part of my life!

By Jim Pemberton 
2006


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My dearest papa

Lingering, in the dusky haze,
Is your ever-affectionate gaze,
Your effervescence, always, does stay,
To my heart, marking its way,
This eternal tranquil love of yours,
Every problem, it successfully cures, 
Your blessings, with devotion, I do heed,
You beyond doubt, O Papa, are a dreadful need,
A phase of rejuvenation, of my life, this is,
Affected by a warm hug, a small kiss,
A deep significance, this triumph beholds,
From this, a love lasting an eon, unfolds,
Dear Daddy, all that I wanna tell,
There’s a prominent spot in my heart where you dwell,
Success would have merely been,
A far- fetched reverie once seen.
But you gave me a great chance,
To strike up, and accomplish my trance,
Daddy, you corrected all my mistakes,
And I’ll always value that, whatever it takes. .
I at all times do wonder,
Why opportunities go all blunder,
Why the problems ain’t solved in an instant,
Why before every trouble, life has to bend,
You led me out of the doubts,
Fished a grin out of my pouts,
Life is to face, fight and fright them all,
With you beside, dad, I can really stand tall,
Confusions always flicker in my mind,
Does God exist, I really wanna find,
But a look at my dad and mom, once I take,
And my heart tells me, “Now don’t fake,
“There they stand, before thee,
“And all the while, you moron can’t see”,
The realization, in me, soon did dawn,
Such a great fortune— from God was I born!


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Follower - REVISED

I was a follower
A coward,
 
Just trying to fit in
In this busy, busy empire
 
Then I met a person,
who believed she had it all
not in the bad way, as you would suppose
 
She gave me some advice,
Can you guess what it was?
 
Simple and plain,
Just powerful enough:
 
She said if you hold your head up high
But not so far
That your nose is in the sky...
 
If you're proud of what you acquire,
Your confidence shoots higher
 
If you speak up, voice your opinion,
Let people know that you’re not just another minion...
 
If you be who you want to,
And forget the people who say it’s not you...
 
And if you are kind to others,
Especially your mother
 
YOU are a leader.
You ARE a leader.
You are a LEADER.
 
If you stand up for  the people that you may not even know
Tell that ignorant harasser just to get up and go
 
If you know where you should be,
There’s a whole lot you can see
 
If others think you're worth nothing,
Show them they’re wrong by saying
 
“You're wasting your time by trying to waste mine!”
And just walk away
 
Make sure to tell them
That
 
You’re a leader,
But what are they?


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Jesus The BEST Ingredient For LIFE

The Best "Ingredient!"

While many in life seek
 what is  "convenient."
They often are missing
 a major "ingredient..."

This ingredient forms 
 what "makes up the dough..."
I'm talking about what can
truly enrich your soul!

This ingredient will make your
 life 100% complete.
And will bring wholeness from 
your head to your feet...

It's Jesus!  The most important
 part of "life's recipe..."
Without him.  All is lost.  Can't you see???

His love is the bond that can put 
your life back together...
His presence is here now... 
 And can be yours forever!

Allow him to bring the sweetness
 that only he can bring...
He alone is our righteousness... 
 Our everything!

Only he can bring the joy 
you desparately seek.
And will bless your life.  
Each day of the week!

He's the "ingredient" to life...
That you've been looking for!.  
He can supply your every need.
  And so much more!

He truly is what makes 
the "perfect blend."
And is here right now.  Why not let him in???

By Jim Pemberton  
09/06/09


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HEALING FROM A BROKEN HEART-PART TWO

As I got older the abuse got worst,
It felt like I was being cursed:
My mother would threaten to kill me,
Somtimes I would find a way to flee:
I was always found,
And thrown on the ground:
Verbal, physical, and sexual abuse,
My mother always had an excuse:
Legal authorities got me out,
I was very angry and would pout:
I was in a Christian foster home,
They were nice and showed me a church home:
God protected me all of my life,
I thank Him for helping me to survive:
Now I help others as much as I can,
I am married to a wonderful man:
My mother knows that I forgive her,
I always will love her for sure:
God is healing me everyday,
He's here for me in every way.


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A Toast To Mom

oh the weather outside is frightful
and having snowball fights were so delightful

getting hit in the butt and head
then laughing cause you start seeing red

hooking on car bumpers for a little ride
wearing tennis shoes we did slip and slide

mama yelling to get off or you'll be dead
we never listened to what she had said

socks for gloves to keep little hands warm
even amidst a blizzards storm

soaked from head to foot
looking like santa's outfit full of soot

but what I remember about fun the most
was waiting for mama's hot coco and apple butter toast


on that speical Christmas morning day
before the Lord had came and taken her away


   {R.I.P. Mama}


Happy Holidays All
Love Kathy And Jenny

Also Entry For 
Deborah Guzzi's
Holiday Songs In Poem Form
Gl All


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We're Greatly Influenced By Society


We’re Greatly Influenced By Our Society We’re greatly influenced by our society. Our culture comes in many types of “varieties.” Often, there is a wicked and sinful force.. As people forget God, and look to another “source.” Too often, many in society have “confused” minds. Evil and perversion come in many different kinds We often read in the news just about every day. Something that another “confused” mind has to say. “Where did this person go wrong?” Is wondered. Another family or person is “torn and plundered.” “If my people humble themselves, and repent of their ways.” “I will heal their land!” This is what God says! Without God as the focus of our life’s attention. We’re sure to go “off course.” Into the wrong direction. “There is a way that seems right.” “But the end is death.” This is a truth of God’s word… Until your last breath! Jesus is the answer to any kind of difficult situation. We desperately need him all across our nation! Only he brings the love and fulfillment we need to obtain. We can find everything we need in HIS precious name! By Jim Pemberton


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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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Yours

I am doing all I can
To make sure you get the world.
I am doing all I can
To make sure happiness is yours.
I am doing my best
For you,
For your life,
For your soul.

My strengths will become yours
And you will surpass me.
My prayers will guide you
And you will find what you seek.
My hope and love will blanket you
But… you won’t know me.

I refuse to let you
See my pain.
I refuse to show you
The cruelness in my life.
My mountain is not yours
And all I need to do
Is love and watch over you.

I am your conscience
Your strength
Your angel
Your mother.

11/07
A.B.


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Missing You

I sent a balloon
Into the sky,
I know that you
Are wondering why…

The balloon is free
To roam above,
Sending my sorrow
Along with my love…

The balloon flies up
While the bird sings,
Sending my mom
Her angel wings…

So when I get down
Feeling the gloom,
I look up to heaven
And send her a balloon.


Details | Sonnet | |

I love me Black woman

I love me black woman 
whom God created from the sand
the black woman that I adore 
she has my eyes allure 
she's my first virgin born and pure
I bade in her wisdom, power, acceptance and I am sure
She's definitely the one 
that has given me a special son.
I love me black woman with vision
she's ahead with an incredible mission.
i love me black woman with passion 
the quality of her blossom that I cannot ignore
in my mind she has never been bored.
I love me black woman from the very top of her head toward her bottom feet.
I love me black woman all the time 
wouldn't dare trade her for a dime. 
I would have write the more ,but there wouldn't be space 
to describe how much a black woman worth.
She's the mother of all earth 
given a gift with an unbelievable birth.
Who wouldn't love a black woman 
in such case is ignant.
to abuse a black woman, I dare not 
She's my black woman beautiful within and out
she's all that I 'm bout
a black woman a red rose to be 
I can't help myself but see
that a black woman is all that
Precious, fragile and magnificently phat
I love me black woman. 


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Where I'd Like to Be

Where I'd like to be in this future I see...

A world of security, financial gain without all of this pain.
To be the best mom I could possibly be. To posses a love beyond
comprehension

No tension in my children's faces as they travel to many places...
Experiences beyond their wildest imagination that will enable
them to reach their final destinations

A job full of satisfaction and content that will allow me to help others
and make me want to repent.

Just to be happy fulfilled and whole heartedly a patient momma
nurturing , loving soft voiced , a gentle spirited soul who exhibits lots of
glee and control

Children with smiles instead of frowns lots of giggles to go round

A healed heart that can separate the future and past apart
No scars to bandage, no excuses to be made
Just a woman of courage and peace with 

A price of a high debt that has been paid...................


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Are You Having An Affair

I don't think many people 
are aware...
of the dangers of having 
"an affair."

Adultery begins with a lustful thought 
captured in the mind.
It's been part of sins's curse,
 since the beginning of time.

Many aren't sure how they're
 going to react.
Until the day they're caught
 in an adulterous act.

By this time... they're love for
 their spouse is broken.
When the words; "I love you"...
 to another... are spoken.

Soon... their home become 
"turned around" and divided.
As their commitment and loyalty 
become undecided.

The family soon become "
one huge mess..."
As the love "for another person" 
becomes "obsessed."

You may find yourself in this 
kind of situation.
Perhaps you're in 
 "deep desparation."

Run from this person as 
fast as your can!
Come to the cross and 
reach for Jesus' hand!

Confess your sin to your spouse
 and call on Jesus' name.
You have only yourself... 
no one else... to blame.

Allow Jesus to 100% be 
the Lord of your life.
As you brings you together 
as husband and wife!

Let him restore your marriage 
and make it complete.
Come to him now and 
lay your sin at his feet.

His love in your marriage is 
forever and binding!
His commitment to you is 
a love worth finding!

By Jim Pemberton  
2009



Details | Bio | |

You're Going To Get A Good Whoopin Now

there was 
a naughty girl
and a naughty 
girl was she
for nothing 
would she do
but peek at 
christmas gifts
with glee
she would
look for name
like was a game
still curious
and bound
little pokes
in presents
were found
now she
had to
grabbed tape
oops late
in came mom
caught 
without sound
she laughed
I cried
said sorry
gift taken
from thee
how dad
did
spank me



Happy Holidays To All
Love Kathy & Jenny

Entry For Brian Strand's 
Bio Christmas Parlour Poetry Contest
GL All


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TRAITS OF A GORGEOUS CHILD

I had the traits of a gorgeous child,
different in looks and behavior,
only mother understood his tremor...
when night fell and he ran inside.


An adorable child expressing curiosity,
touching everything in his path,
and those hands seemed full of creativity...
when visions lured his interest.


I hold this photograph to reminisce the grace
of that tiny toddler beginning his first, memorable race... 
while his mom stretched her protective and loving arms, 
ready to hug him and reward him with tons of smiles. 


I had the traits of a gorgeous child,
obsorbing the vivid images and colors of the seasonal scenes...
I'd describe in my writings, to feel the essence of unreal dreams;
Oh, was I aware of my final stride?


Details | I do not know? | |

The little girl

The little girl who wasted years
Ignoring precious time
Has given love a second chance
By mending what's inside
And thus by healing her broken heart
Two were saved to find
A friend they lost, far out of sight
But never out of mind
And the  little girl with an empty hand
Now holds her mother's tight
Free to talk about the pain 
Of time that passed them by

And though the years once lost are gone
It's now that holds the key
It's not how many seasons change
But time before we leave
To tell the ones we love the most
With measured time to share
For a fleeting life, comes and goes
But love's forever there,
Was a lesson learned by the little girl
Who closed her heart one day
But given to so very few
A second chance to say
That love is now between us
The wall's been taken down
The daughter's found her rightful place
Beside her mother now

Kevin D. Fix





Details | Rhyme | |

Sabbath

Sunday is a day distinct from any other.
It is burnished with boyhood scenes
Of home, silverware, and Mother.
They often superintend my dreams.

Mother got us ready for meeting,
Scrubbed to shine the night before.
None of us was worthy of greeting
Unless godly clean at the chapel door.

The day yet fosters a feeling unique.
I felt it even as an unlearned lad.
It gave me pause, it turned me meek.
It made me grateful for what I had.

Every Sunday morning without fail
And throughout the Sabbath hours.
The feeling reaches through the veil
Lifting me with Christ-borne powers.


Details | I do not know? | |

Mommy "A Tear From Heaven"

Mommy,  why don't you cry for me?
Why did you turn the lights out on me?
I now watch you, from heavens window.
Wondering why, you through me away.
You said that I was to much for you.
But mommy, all I wanted was a hug one day.

Mommy, you will never know if I'm a boy or a girl.
With dark brown hair, or golden curls.
Mommy  when you aborted me, my cries did end.
But God gave them back, when I came to him.
And if you look to the sky, I'm the brightest star.
Shining from the heavens, so very far.

So mommy, don't you ever feel sad for me.
Because I do love you.....and mommy,
The next time it rains, It's just tears from me.
Mommy God tells me that someday you'll see.
And I know what ever God says is true.
So goodnight mommy.....and I do forgive you.


Details | Lyric | |

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..


Details | I do not know? | |

You Were There

You were there when I hurt
You were there when I graduated
You were there when I cried
You were there when I need someone to help
You were there when there was a problem
You were there when I was scared
You were there when I had my good days
You were there when I had my bad days
You were there when I feel
You were there to pick me back up
You were there when noone else was
You were there when it didn't seem you were there at all
You've always been there
And I just know realized this
And even though I'm 24 years old your still there for me
You've been an inspiration
I couldn't every repay you for being there for me
Cause you weren't even my real mother
But that didn't stop you from being there for me


Details | ABC | |

mother earth

> chorus) rainbows are a sign of god and mother earth they smile down
> upon us. Oh smile upon this great day the day in which the sun is
> shining and a rainbow is shown in the sky.
> (verse) Golden light shine down on me. Let the lion roar and the
> eagle sing, Golden light look upon this day and rejoice in the name
> of the lord!
> (chorus) rainbows are a sign of god and mother earth they smile down
> upon us. Oh smile upon this great day the day in which the sun is
> shining and a rainbow is shown in the sky.
> (verse) Mother earth I gaze upon your beauty I look to the tree's and
> see you within them. Golden light sing of the virtues and be free!
> (chorus) rainbows are a sign of god and mother earth they smile down
> upon us. Oh smile upon this great day the day in which the sun is
> shining and a rainbow is shown in the sky.
> (Verse) Oh rainbow the colors of the world shine down upon us! Let
there be a day where we can rejoice within our souls. And that you
rejoice within the world sing from the mountain tops all the way to
the valley's.
(chorus) rainbows are a sign of god and mother earth they smile down
upon us. Oh smile upon this great day the day in which the sun is
shining and a rainbow is shown in the sky.

copyrighted by penny lapsley 2008


Details | Free verse | |

My Mommy

Soft and round with smiling eyes
Baking candies, cookies, cakes and pies.

No better chef could ever be
Than my dearest sweet mommy.

Mrs. Claus could not compete
With my dearest sweet mommy.

She could even charm the birds.
I saw her myself, you can take my word.

And when I fell and bumped my knee,
She was there to comfort me.

When I was sick and felt so bad,
She found ways to make me glad.

When I was bad she gave me a whop
And told me why I had to stop.

Everyday she taught to me
The things she knew that I would need.

Now I am grown and she is gone.
I’ve missed her so much for so very long.

In my memories now I see her face,
Her smiling eyes and gentle grace.

I can see her still charming the birds
Or angles perhaps with her comforting words.


Details | Ballad | |

Mama

When I was born,
I learned how to breathe.
My Mama held me in her arms. 
She said that she would never let me leave.

Several months later,
I learned to take my first steps.
Mama watched close, so I wouldn't trip.
She filled my heart, to the deepest depths.

A couple years later,
I learned to tie my shoes.
Mama taught me how to button my coat.
I had all I could want, nothing to loose.

I grew a little,
Then I rode the bus to school.
Mama followed the bus all the way there.
She missed me; there was no one to fool.

Soon after that,
I left for summer church camp.
Mama made sure I packed my bug spray.
I think her eyes got a little bit damp.

Some more years passed,
Then for the Lord I made a decision.
Mama stood proud with a big grin.
My life had great dreams and visions.

About two years later,
I talked to Mama, told her God's plan.
Mama smiled, sobbed, and cried.
I told her I must follow God's hand.

Still today,
I stand strong and believe.
Mama says I've taught her strength.
And trusting God leaves her heart relieved.

One day soon,
I'll wear a graduation cap.
Mama will congradulate me.
With her gentle hands she will clap.

After that,
One day her hand will let me go.
She'll watch and wait for my return.
But her heart will hold me close though.


Details | Bio | |

Running Free

Clothes packed
Bag in the closet
Ready to go
Ready to run
I look at it daily
Not today, I think
Just get through the day
One day at a time

How did I get here
How did it get this far
I want to go 
Be on my own
just be me

The voices in my head
At a dull roar
I'm itching to see more
To drive away
To do everything
I want to do

What kind of person
Can I be
To give up what I am
Just to be me

To leave small and content
Rush head first
Into the large and longing
Running away from all this

I could give it all up
Leave everything
Just be me.


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Pressing On

She watched the mountain intently
Like a bird who’s nestling of dwelling, complains
Yet, neither will move --
Reality blooms;
A surge of genius
Strikes the hollowed core ~
Worrisome thoughts she shan’t abide…

A mother’s love still strives,
Strong willed fledgling must now -- fly
Search to build, its -- own nest
-- Mother bird soars above the mountain -- mind at rest 






Comments:
An elder once said teach them well in the ways they must go… Like a hawk one must keep a 
watchful eye for they are still your prizes; you never know when they may come home to 
roost again... Or at least visit…
However, if they can't respect the home then its time 
For them to fly on their own...


Details | Light Poetry | |

The Joy of a Beautiful Baby Boy


You Now have your beautiful baby boy,who
fills your hearts with joy.
He is you beautiful baby boy, you give all the love
in the world to him as he is more precious to you
than life itself, you will treasure your beautiful
baby boy forever.

He brings delight to our sight  to see your beautiful baby boy
you love and cherish him and care always for him and him alone.
You will be the bestest parents this I know as you have so much to
give him and more. 

You beautiful baby boy Ryan is his name and he has everything to gain
as he is your main priority he is your special baby boy who will 
always be your little bundle of joy as he is your beautiful baby boy.


Details | Senryu | |

' Clearly Grace ... ' 42nd Senryu


  Yeah, Can’t Wait To Taste
But, Before We Feed Our Face …
     Get A Glass Of Grace


Details | Couplet | |

Who Love's Ya Baby

who loves ya baby
hmmm now let me see

I know my mommy did
even though her shoes I did hid

I think my daddy did
when I didn't make him snid

brothers and sisters well maybe just a little
when I didn't get in the middle

my grandpa and grandma surely does
for I'll do anything for them just because

I know my little girl loves her momma
even better than president Obama

my dogs and cats loves me
even if they continue to make me sneeze

even my close friends new and old still spark the love
for we will alway's go on and well above

paperboy surely does
cause I tip him for keeping my paper out of bushes and shrubs

milkman used to
when I didn't make him shu

bill collectors oh yes
for I'm their baby who they love the best

so who loves me
well lets just continue to see



Tribute To Love



Also Entry For
Deborah Guzzi's 
Who Love's Ya Baby Contest


Details | Free verse | |

Our Union

Our Union
	
My eyelashes bat 
After meeting your gaze
From across a 
Crowded subway haze.
 
My pupils dilate when they
Look back at you over dinner
Where we drank wine and ate.
 
My feet dance with glee as we
Fall hopelessly in love 
In the midst of summer heat.
 
My heart splits apart 
To become your wife
And your forever sweetheart.
 
My legs spread 
Open to bare new life
And see your cheeks rosen.
 
My arms push 
You away at night,
I'm too tired for a sex life.
 
My fists rage and tears pour,
When I discover your arms
Embracing another lover
After coffee one early morn.
 
My ears listen to 
Your words of regret and
Pleads for a second chance
For things to be like
When we first met.
 	
My fingers dial 
Seeking third party counsel
To repair our shattered union.
 
My brain waves 
Shift to understand your
Thoughts and your feelings, 
While I bitterly convey my own.
 
My hand re-opens 
To forgive your sins
And make amends.
 
My lips part to 
Receive your kiss in the
Night in a sea of 
Skin in our warm bed.
 
My heart flutters, 
We’ve truly become one,
Years after we bore our son.


Details | I do not know? | |

That Struggle

I was born in, that struggle!!

I refuse to settle for less
Watching mother stress for more
She works overtime for checks
Still is short to bless us four.
Ya see the tears don't lie when the-
Pain comes to surface and you-
Loose all hope like
when you think everything's worthless.

I was born in, that struggle!!

She hugs me, loves me
Chills below me hangs above
I discovered her she smothers me
It's always push and shove.
Ya see the tears don't lie when the-
Pain comes to surface and you-
Loose all hope like
when you think everything's worthless.

I was born in, that struggle!!

Dime quarter penny,
I'm short of plenty,
Mind sorta weary often
Eyes soft and teary.
I's brought up shifting 'partments
blind hard of hearing,
My mother put a belt
on my backside I didn't act right.

I was born in, that struggle.


Details | Rhyme | |

" MOTHER YOU'RE SPECIAL TO ME!!!"

Mother you're special to me
And I want the whole world to see
That I'm thankful as I can be
Mother you're lovely,beautiful,you make each day worth while
You're intelligent,with a sweet caring smile
Mother you're the 1 that I adore
Your love is like nothing experienced before
Mother you loved me from the very start
You're always doing your part
I'll forever love you with all of my heart.


Details | Free verse | |

my mother she would love this poem

today i went  to
the Sonic
but not for
ice cream

i drove up and talked
with the drive thru
and they were so 
very nice

they gave me what
i wanted and
i did give a
complicated
order

then i parked 
and read the paper
and watched the 
other people in 
their cars
interacting with
each other

that is when it came.....

the missing came to me
so strong i physically
felt the blow to my
stomach

i wanted to go to tell
you what i saw
that was really 
funny

but....alas you are
dead and gone

i remember you used 
to say in a humorous
voice....when we would
talk about someone
that went on with life 
after a loved one died

and you said....oh but
it is o.k.. their husband 
or wife pass
because the deceased
are as dead as they
ever going to be
 
then i  clearly see
you tilt your head and
look that look
with your
cornflower blue eyes

they needed to move on

well, mama, you know
that i know that you are
but i don't  believe you
will be
dead as you are you
are going to be

leastways in my heart


Details | Quatrain | |

TWO COUNTRIES LOVED BY ME

How wrong is the notion than having two great loves...
doesn't make a heart absorb what it immensely adores.


My natural motherland is that southern European country
kisses by the warm waves of the Mediterrean sea,
where a great empire rose and conquered others,
only defeated by the barbarians like the Huns.


My adopted motherland was discovered by Columbus,
who with three ships sailed the Atlantic Ocean confidently, 
hoping to find a route to India, the land of spices and mystery...
and he thought all along it he had found it without any loss.


The first one made a dreamer out of me overnight,
and inspired me with her breathtaking landscapes and skies;
who has ever see Mount Vesuvius throught a teenager's eyes,
and be somewhat moved by the magnificent sight?
  

The second one nourished my erring and poetic spirit so sensible:
seeing snow-capped mountains, green vallies and sun-drenched canyons;
there all thoughts fled to find inspiration...like kids playing with crayons,
attempting to draw with ingenuity images very awesome and beautiful.


These two countries are loved by me as I loved sweet mother;
the old one holds her strict religious values and the other has more realistic freedom,
not suggesting to quickly discard one, and embrace the other;
I will definitely love them both and honor their flags with the joyful beats of my drum.


How happy and grateful I am to have had these friends fulfilling my worthiness
that  daily shaped my character and broadened my avenues towards success.


Details | Rhyme | |

Jesus Is A True Foundation For Your Marriage

As a child, in church, I was raised.
Taught the Bible 
and the Christian ways.

At an early age, I invited Jesus in.
Learning what was right 
and what was sin.

I looked up to my parents--I really did.
I was so proud of the
way they lived.

They were the world to me--
I was so proud.
Then one day there appeared 
a very dark cloud.

This cloud hovered over my parents, 
whom I loved so dear.
Soon the ugly face of divorce
was soon to appear.

I prayed for them-
I desperately tried.
The many nights I lay 
awake and cried.

How could this happen?
 I often wondered.
To have a wonderful marriage
so utterly plundered.

A sin crept in--and was
allowed to prevail.
Soon this marriage 
began to fail.

Let this be a warning to me and to all.
Playing with sin will cause us to fall.

If your life is heading 
toward a separation,
build your marriage on Jesus--
a true foundation! 

He can Do what no 
other power can do...
And give NEW meaning
 to the words; "I LOVE YOU!"

By Jim Pemberton 
 2008


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My Mom

She's not rich
  but can have money in her pocket
She's not perfect
  but she doesn't do everything wrong
She doesn't have the best attitude
  but she's not the meanest person you'll contact
She may not be fine to you
  but she's pretty to me
She's not yours
  but she's mine
She's not at the peak of her life
  but she's not at the bottom of the barrel
She might think it's taking too long
  but she knows that God will step in right on time
She may not have many friends
  but Mama Jo and I are numbers 1 and 2
She's not a counselor
  but she gives me advice anytime
She doesn't have a college education
  but she does have her high school diploma
She may not be the smartest person
  but she knows a lot
She's not the Lord and cannot work miracles
  but she's my mom,
She's the best mom
  and no one can do it better.


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Giveth yet Taketh Away

Giveth yet Taketh Away.

 

She created being for me

young meant lucky in that

overnight she admittedly disappeared

without a fight and no rapacious thoughts

 

Hidden away in the hills eloping with the free

mammoth conversions taken aboard

as she climbed, surfacing and

conforming unyielding for an eternity of reasons

 

Crying out, craving representation of 

a part of the source

knowing somewhat pieces missing, blueprints unfinished

so distractions from such emptiness and anguish

few i had, more i yearned with glowing affections

 

Haunting visions, nightly

how i perceived you

as i didn't know

would it have really

killed you to send one photo

 

Oh how do you

just forget the existence of us

of me and what was

supposed to be our puzzle and our pilgrimage

 

Awakening spirit finally within you,

willing love, becoming vital once more

 

Open hearts had and did come

from many angles

succeeding in forgiving

partly failing in forgetting

The flower blossomed

she became my best friend

we now travelled a path together finally

 

Morbidly over time her body failed her and

pulled slowly and frustrating 

this child of christ into

a warm safe place

pain, aching and desperation

lifted from her shoulders

to be freed to suffer no more

now she was yet 

 

I had lost my smile

my piece to the puzzle

again emptyness stayed by my side

as the nile was flooded with my tears

until mine was the drought 

 

Kneeling, begging the sun to rise 

needing life after becoming practically defunct

in my grief and melancholy

 

That day did appear

dont question how but

taller i stood moving on apparent

 

She blossmed still my giving flower

just not in physical ways

a precious place in my heart

held only and always 

for her

 

My Creator

My Mother


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Dear Lord Please Cleanse My Mind

Im alone now... the family's 
gone to bed.
sinful thoughts have 
entered my head

I don't know which
 direction to turn.
My mind feels like a fire... 
"ready to burn."

"Jesus help me!" is 
my cry and prayer.
I know you listen and 
you care!.

I don't want to think on thoughts
which trap and allure.
But to memorize God's word--
so holy and pure!

God's word is a light unto my feet...
 a lamp unto my path.
By HIS word directing me--
I'll avoid God's wrath!

Thank you Lord for being patient, 
loving and kind.
And thanks for giving me more
 of a Christ-like mind.

Your loving kindness has 
now filled my soul.
And by your word... my mind's 
been made whole! 

By Jim Pemberton
2007


Details | Rhyme | |

Mother

Oh my dearest mother
how i really love you so
You promised to always love me
and to never let me go

You were always there for us
my brother sister and I
You practically raised us on your own
and it makes me want to cry

Trying to find a job
very hard as it may be
Food clothing and shelter
is what you gave to me

You are my inspiration
I know this thought is true
I am glad to have been born
by a mother just like you

You have a special husband 
that helps you along the way
We really truely love you 
So Happy Mother's Day


Details | I do not know? | |

My Family

My family loves me.
My parents wore gentle gloves
While they raised me
When I was a baby.
My mother and father
Save me from drowning
Whether in aquatic places
Or in one of my emotional despair traces.
My grandparents care for me,
Even if they rub in the truth
Too frankly and bluntly.
The bad things other say about me
Are not true.
But my family will always
Bring me through sad times.
I am glad my aunts, uncles, and cousins are mine.
My family knows me as a
One of a kind child.
They are what save me.


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Mama Always Said

Mama always said,
If you make that face it'll get stuck like that,
Brush your hair or you'll get rats,
You'll catch a cold if you dont wear a hat,
Dont make fun of people that are fat,
You'll get rabies if you pet stray cats,
You drop your food so use a place mat,
Look presentable, no matter where your at,
Swat the flies, we dont want nats,
But most importantly,
Mama always said,
I'll always Love you, just remember that.


Details | Didactic | |

Mother

For it's been 3 years since i lost you to
cancer.
For i look at your picture everyday...
asking the question...Why?
But still can't come up with an
answer.
For this is my first letter to 
you..
Wanting to let you know just how
much i miss and love you.
For you left behind the best part of
you in me...
By giving me the gifts of...
Inspiration
Strength
Courage
and Spiritual Direction.
So that i can see.
For all of my dedications to you are
in my poetry...So that you can continue
to live on in my words.
Words of beauty..inspiring others to live
life like 2 harmonious 
humming birds.
For at times i still shed a tear.
Reminicing about the good times,
Wishing you were here.
For you are like no other...
Priceless in my heart,
The diamond in my mind,
and a million in my soul.
For this is my dedication to the women..
known as my "MOTHER"

THE END...


Details | ABC | |

i went to the park

you  were there  i  turned  around  and  tryed  to   walk  away.
the  littlle   boy  i  was   babysitting  wanted to  go on  the  swings.
so  i  covered  my   face  when  when  we   got  there  you  noticed me
you  walked  over to  me  and  said  i  know  you  from   work.i  tryed  to tell  him  i   
only  said   you'r  ugly  because  I  was  tricked   by  the  girl  that  does  not  like  
me. dressed  up  as  me  and  walked  over  to  you  and  said  you  were  ugly.


Details | Rhyme | |

Thanksgiving Day

Of all the people in my life that I am thankful to
I know there's not alot but one stands out among the few
If teachers rated people you'd score high among the curve
But since they don't, you never get the credit you deserve
You're known for giving freely, asking nothing in return
Even when no "thank you" comes your way you don't feel spurned
The love you show burns like a light as brilliant as the sun
More reliable than AT&T, It reaches everyone
I'm that sure you are wondering who I am talking about
I'll speak it in a normal voice, Although my heart will shout
The person I want to dedicate this Thanksgiving Day to
Is my Grandmother whom I love so much, and honestly... THANK YOU


Details | Free verse | |

Let Go

Let go
Ill crawl on my own. 

Let go
I’ll go down the slide.

Let go
I’ll make friends.

Let go
Ill ride my bike.

Let go
I’ll live my life.

Let go
I’ll do great, you’ll see.

Let go
Ill succeed and make you
Proud.

Just Let Go!


Details | Narrative | |

The Kings Three Sons Part 1

One day I went strolling on the lane that cut through the woods. My mother had warned me; as mothers often do to, “Stay away from the Thorn Woods, cut through the fields instead.” But like all children do, the mystery of the Woods, and her warning, did nothing but encourage me to venture on. It was light and airy in that woods, not how the fear in my mind made it seem at all. As I ventured on, each step brought pride and courage into my chest. I came upon a strange fellow sitting upon a log. He wore a dress, so to speak, And his feet were bare. And as children often do, I stopped to ask, “Who are you?” With a start, he jumped to his feet and bent down to look me closely in the eyes. So close that the beard that hides his face tickled my nose. “Who am I?” he shouted, sounding shocked by such a question. “Who are YOU?” He leaned back, pointing a bony finger into my chest. Stuttering, I said, “I asked you first.” With a laugh he stood up, “I am the Enchanting Wizard of Raven.” “Why are you here?” “I've come here to tell you a story. Now sit.” Eagerly, I sat upon the forest floor. “This story,” the wizard said, “Was told to me by my mother, as her mother told it to her, and her mother's mother told it to her mother, and her mother’s mother mother told it to her mother’s mother. As so one till the first line of wizard mothers.” He began. “This story is not a happy one, if I remember correctly. As most stories are not.” He sat back on to the log, pulling a pipe from out his sleeve. With a puff, it started smoking, and the trundle of heavy smoke flowed down to the dirt of the floor. “There was once a King who lay dying. I do not know if he was a King of north and south or east and west, but he was a King who reigned far from here. As he lay dying in his bed, he asked to see his sons.” He paused only to take a drag from the smoldering pipe, The smoke smelling sweet like apple pie.


Details | Free verse | |

Cradle Dream

Dream child float away
lilting through the night
on your summer bed
softly in shadows sweet
the mystery of you is true
my heart comes unglued
at your golden sight

rocking you
in tender contemplation
true in every movement
how could you be wrong
and that proves it too
what you learn is only
just a wrapping
of blankets leaving you pure
even in your darkest deed
as you grow to be less

and I cast my eyes
into your heart sweetly
listening to you sleeping
my eyes grow tired too
but stay open just to know
another moment of this bliss
hoping you might stay
just a day longer
before the time must come
as you walk your own path

blossoming from this root
you have come full circle
I wonder, wonder, wonder
but answers fall away
I am content to know nothing
and only be here
in this true moment
alone by myself with you
my precious dream that breaths
our two worlds kissing edges
like distant galaxies
of far away times


Details | Rhyme | |

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


Details | Narrative | |

The Power of Love

The power of love holds the battleground. 
Nuclear blasts from sea to sea. 
Wait and you will see!
Begging, kicking, and screaming:
Pleading, “Give it to me”!
Standing on God’s ground, defended by the armor and shield melting.

The power of love holds the mystery.
Things are never as they seem.
Do the means meet the extremes?
Where, how, when was I?
Wondering if it was only a dream? 
Standing on God’s ground, defeated by the lock that obtains that key.

The power of love carries the only prayer.
Time to come and be done.
Soon you will be the one.
Dead, black, despair:
Hoping, will someone hear?
Standing on God’s ground, lost in the dream in which you begun.


®Registered: 1998   Ann Rich


Details | Prose Poetry | |

and 'Ladies'

 
  and 'Ladies' young and old
do you even know
when i go into the grocery store
and how they come all around me
and i
not even paying attention
as they watch me squeeze this and
squeeze that
and they being all that you are
some what more and some few less
and they
take my hand and place it there
and in my hand they squeeze it
they squeeze it harder than they should
but i'm not paying attention 
and as i'm thinking about squeezing
that which needs to be squeezed
in my mind i am squeezing it more
and watching some become flushed
there faces grow dark and pink
so many
and so many my head spins around 
looking down as i feel
all of that juice run free
through my hands
and all of my critical thinking
has left me it's gone. 

Is It Poetry 
 
 


Details | I do not know? | |

Still at This Time---Mystery

As I went to my sons school
I entered into to go speak 
with one of his teachers 
as I had checked in
and went along the hall
to where my son teacher was
as I done so....

As a woman appoached me
then she spoke and told me to stop... 
Stop right there... 
Startled me...
As I stopped I turned around
Then she said... Young lady 
Where are you to be???
You are skipping Class...
You need to come with me...
Right Now!!!

I smiled and then said...
I am sorry but you have mistaken me
I am actually a parent 
I am here to see my son and his teacher

She then looked at me...
and said... as laughing in the air..
she said... that is a good one..
Now... Come with me..
I am taking you to the Principles office

I thought and then said..
oh... no your not...
Then she said... Oh...Yes I am..
then she called on her radio..
then some others.. men came
Then she said... 
Please Escort this young woman to Principles office

I could not believe my eyes...
I then pulled out my ID...
But she said... She still didn't believe me...
For tis I must have made the ID
Very Tricky...

So we all went to the Principles office
There I had a Very hard time
Proving I was not a Teen...
I had to get my son out of Class
to verify who I was...
As well again displaying my ID..

I can not believe...
as Still in this time
is the same... 
I no longer go to my sons school
Unless I have an apt.... 

As many say... I look so young..
I not know why... 
my looks have not changed
but I myself... am grown
I am not that old 
But nor am I that young

As I always must explain...
I am not a Teenager...
I am an adult
I am a mother
I am maybe what tis be
a young grandmother 
I am a Woman... of Christ...

God has His Reasons
Why... I still be looking young
As many state a Teenager... 
Even in the Schools 
of my daughters and son

As many of my friends 
ask me... what tis my secret
how do I stay looking so young
Tis is crazy... for tis 
as I say... a mystery

But tis I must say... tis quite embarressing
for me and my children..

As God's Wills so shall be
but tis a True mystery to me....
For way I see.. tis be
As With God... is the Fountian of Youth

Come to Jesus...
For With God.. All things are possible


Details | Rhyme | |

Candle

Sometimes I think of her,
All night and All day,
But, mostly i just prey,
Wishing she was still here.

When I walked down my street,
I passed my old friends house,
I looked in her window and i see it,
The thing that always reminded me.

Whenever I walk down an ally-way,
Down the street or far away,
i always see it up in a window seal,
and its a Candle of witch i see.

A candle that shines so brightly,
Like Angels do when they are safe,
The candle reminds me so much of her,
because she always loved candles, and
now that she is an Angel,
she shines brightly over me,
Everyday and every night, even when the moons not bright.


Details | Free verse | |

A Lost Soul

As the thunder smacks throughout the night
the little boy still sleeps.

The lightning cracks and shakes the house
but the snores still seem to come.

Rain smashes down on the roof of the house
but the boy just won't awake.

Because he's dreaming of a long lost mother 
who died on a day quite like today.


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Even When I Lost Everything God Chose ME

It was me that my
savior chose...
He’s supplied all my needs—
my food and clothes. 
He was there when I was
laid off from work.
Satan was saying, 
“you’re no good—just a jerk.” 

I admit; “my accomplishments—
I do not boast.”
But I do exalt the Father,
the Son and Holy Ghost. 
If not for God’s love,
I’d be dead, this I know.
This is the reason why
I love him so! 

He’s done so much for me—
it’s hard to express.
The privilege of being God’s son—
I am so blessed! 
I was a clay jar all broken apart,
But the potter put me together
from his heart. 

The glue he used was his
love for me,
That’s why I’m happy
and set free! 
This I know and hope
you’ll understand,
He’ll do the same for you—
just reach out your hand! 


By Jim Pemberton
2005


Details | Rhyme | |

WANDERING Eyes

Wandering Eyes... 


Have you been captured by 
the wandering of your eyes? 
Things you once held as true and 
wholesome-- you now despise. 

Have you been “captured” 
by an outward beauty? 
Thereby neglecting your 
God-given duty? 

Has your soul been consumed with 
sin's all-consuming fire? 
With an uncontrollable appetitie 
and an ungodly desire. 

In your heart, is the Holy Spirit 
an uninvited guest? 
No wonder your life is in 
such a huge mess! 

Your head is filled with fantasies 
and temptations of every kind. 
You pretend on the outside. But you've 
lost control of your mind. 

For your failures—you have 
only yourself to blame. 
Now's the time to repent— 
and call on Jesus' name! 

Though your sins be red as scarlet-- 
they can be washed as white as snow. 
Only Jesus can be true peace and 
satisfaction to your troubled soul. 

By Jim Pemberton 
2008 




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Fire Mother

Cold morning greets the weary eye clouds drape the horizon in gray
I turn around avoiding the sight I cannot stand with a dreary pale day
And then I feel it on the nape of my neck A hint of warmth kissing my skin
I turn around gazing out my window and see in the gray light the size of a pin
I try not to build on my hopes the thin ray of light might be gone in a tick
And then it happened the clouds parted way amazing ling quick

within a moment I was a washed in light blinding brilliant and glaring so bright
it was like the day had defeated the night leaving the world with breathtaking sight
The orb of energy colored the sky in outrages shadows and countless hues
the godly object painting its art from star to star the cosmos its muse

I moved with a pace to open the door I flung it open with a giddy delight
the clouds burned away by the waking of ra the life giving force of comfort and might
the rays that touched the flesh of my face washed in warmth a faint tingle
Colors above began to dissipate lose there sharpness leave then un mingle

now the sky retains the majestic color of the all welcoming blue
now nothing can stop the suns life and energy from making it through
the moments I spent outside my front door revitalized my heart filled my soul
I dare not stare into the great star the center so bright a positive hole

I stood there soaking up the nectar my skin absorbing the vital beams
Before this day I thought the world could only be this beautiful in our dreams
Iam not sure to this day how long I enjoyed it how long did I stay
I took the time to indulge in the feeling the blinding array

The golden orb that gives life a chance nourishes its children down below
refreshes my outlook changes the day shinning down for the rest to grow
to bathe in its glory heat on my skin sensations burn from my feet to my chin
summer is coming in its time the way it has always done the way its been

Shading my eyes from the fiery glare I take a last glance at the burning sphere
so filled up inside with light and warmth my lets out a rejoice full tear
Once again it will set in the sky but it doesn’t take long for it to appear
to give the life that we all so crave and to make our days a little more clear
a god to revere a star we hold dear every summer once every year it comes again
to greet us here banish the dark conquer our fear once again I will gaze and ill peer on the 
celestial being 
that owns the sky the liquid fire mother our sphere


Details | I do not know? | |

Pachamama´s Revenge

How long has Babylon ruled the world?
How long have we raped, and ruined and murdered
These things aren´t marks of a civilised society
You think you´re enlightened? Well, open your eyes!
When Babylon falls will you fall too?
When Babylon falls, will you know what to do?
Cos there ain´t no place that´ll be safe then.
No point in running when the Earth is quaking,
buildings are falling, grown men are shaking,
wars over food, wars over water,
taken by surprise cos who´d ever thought
that the civilised world could be destroyed,
crushed and toppled, over so quickly,
civilisation turns into chaos so quickly
and all the way down you were saying "it´s ok!"
selling your soul for another selfish day,
counting your pennies, spending your pounds
cos money makes the world go round!
ignoring the Mother that´s under your feet
the Earth you´re smothering under your concrete
the Earth who can hear the cries of the desolate,
the hungry, the cold, the lonely, the abused
and all of those whom the rich world forget.
Babylon stands like a selfish child,
prize in its hand, but all the while
the Earth is moving under the ground
gathering its strength for the final round...

so what you going to do when Babylon falls?
are you going to fall when Babylon falls?
or will you be part of a brand new world
based on compassion, honesty and care
for the Earth? well, it´s time to prepare.....
Babylon will fall but the Earth won´t fall,
Pachamama´s ancient, she´s seen it all before
and if you love the Earth, she won´t kill you,
if you love the Earth, you´ll know what to do,
but now´s the time to listen, now´s the time to learn,
time to prepare for when Babylon burn,
so that from the ashes, the Phoenix will spring
and after the nightmare, the new dawn wil bring
a fresh opportunity to learn how to live
in harmony with the Earth, to learn how to give
as well as take, to learn how to nurture
as well as to break.....

for we are the children of Mother Earth
she doesn´t want to kill those to whom she gave birth,
only is she has to, only if she must
to protect herself: she is fair, she is just
and if you respect her, she´ll give you many gifts,
she gives you everything you need to live
and a little "thank you" sometimes would be good
when you´re enjoying her fruits, her sunshine, her wood.
If you respect the Earth, she´ll always respect you,
and there´s nothing to fear, nothing to do.


Details | Free verse | |

Anything's Possible... Just Try!

You can do anything if you put your mind to it
So do your best!
I believe that anything is possible...
If you go ahead and try!

I know that there are some barriers in your way
And I know that most of them are hard
But believe me when I say that you can do it
And know that I'm always there to help you
I know my children... that you think
That what I'm saying doesn't make sense now
But trust me... I believe in you
So just try!

You can do anything if you put your mind to it
So do your best!
I believe that anything is possible...
If you go ahead and try!

(You can do it! Just try!)
(We believe in you! Just try!)
(You can do it! Just try!)
(We believe in you!)

You may face some difficulties in school
And maybe a few outside as well
As you grow older it seems to get harder
But know that I'll always be there
I will help you! Be your backbone
Through all of the tough times ahead of you
Because I know... you have potential
So just try!

I know that you can do anything if you
Put your mind to it!
I believe in your ability...
So believe in yourself as well
And once you do, I promise you that you
Will see the truth!
With your mind, even you could be
Number one in this world!

Listen to me my children for what I say
Is very important...
If you heed my advice and my teachings then...
You'll see the truth!
I know that you can do anything if you
Put your mind to it!
I believe in your ability...
So believe in yourself as well
And once you do, I promise you that you
Will see I told the truth!
With your mind, even you could be
Number one in this world!

(You can do it! Just try!)
(We believe in you! Just try!)
(You can do it! Just try!)
(Believe in yourself! Just try!)


Details | Rhyme | |

HEALING FROM A BROKEN HEART-PART ONE

I suffered from being hit,
It sometimes hurt to sit:
Bruised and battered one day,
My mother loved me in her own way:
I went to school with a bloody nose,
It didn't matter if it shows:
It embarrassed me so much,
I turned to God for a loving touch:
My tooth was knocked out with a hair brush,
My mother said not to tell, "hush":
My heart was broken a lot,
My mother never got caught:
My broken heart is healing everyday,
God loves me every way:
I thank God for healing me,
I know that he cried with me, you see.


Details | Narrative | |

The Hurricane

The hurricane, so viscous, so violent!
Yes, it must rain.
This force is behind, 
This force beyond!
Yet, finally it came.
The winds, clever and dangerously rough,
Please measure this poll.
Dark clouds consume the heavenly skies, capturing ones soul.
With a love so hard, yet, a love much too cold!
Our world now spins, hopeless and out of control!
You are you and I am me,
Together, our climates capture and debate this Sea.
These winds are too strong, our sky so dark and dim.
Stricken with fear, too afraid to release what is deep within.
The storm is here, so grab onto your soul! 
Yet, beware! This one is fearless and this one we share.
Scream its name and it shall cry its love,
For it be you, far beyond the heavens above!
Hold your strength with a grip so tight,
That storm will surely break, so where’s your fight?
This hurricane can surely hold its own.
Our little world can and will be shown.
Our damage is as our damage does,
Surely this tiny world isn’t our just and only cause!
You hold that thought and forever we shall be,
True love bound and forbidden to set itself free,
Held within you and deep within me,
This love was meant forever, 
One day this you shall see!
This hurricane loves, yet, 
It wills to hate,
The forbidden fruit conquered by its very own fate.
Give your seeds, but stand your ground. 
Forever in this world!
For once we shall not be lost, but found.            

®Registered: Ann Rich 1997                                           


Details | ABC | |

Where Did They Go

The girl with the lustful eyes and the mini skirts, where did she go?
I see her physically but for some reason the wondering eyes and mini skirts no longer show.
The guy who would drink every night until his eyes closed, he is no longer here.
I see him physically but for some reason the drunken nights with Vodka, Whiskey and Rum have disappeared. 
Where did they go?
Where is the girl with the piercings and tattoos that were placed at the small of her back?
I see her physically but for some reason now piercings and tattoos are what she lacks.
Where is the guy who danced in the club Sunday through Saturday with no day to rest?
I see him physically but for some reason he will not step foot in the club anymore, he confessed. 
Where did they go?
Where is the girl who treated every man like her husband and gave him lust on another degree?
I see her physically but for some reason she now does not have sex before marriage no matter how much he pleas. 
Where is the guy that hit and curse women like his mother and sister since the age of fifteen?
I see him physically but for some reason now he treats his mother and sister like queens.
Where did they go?
Where is the girl who was so depressed that she cut her wrist just to get attention when she felt alone?
I see her physically but for some reason the cutting has cease and now she is getting help to make her secret problems known.
Where is the guy who had sex with girls night after night just to prove to his friends who was on top?
I see him physically but for some reason the random sex acts with random girls have stopped. 
Where did they go?
They were tired of the life they lived and decided to kill what held them back the most,
They stopped feeding their flesh, until the flesh became ghost.
Giving up the ways of the world, and started living like the ways of Christ they were born again, 
No longer wanting to stray away from GOD and live their life through sin. 
So where did they go?
They went in the direction where there is everlasting life,
Living for GOD, now saved, now a husband, and now finally a wife. 


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Day of all mothers

It’s a very special moment to dedicate this day to our mothers,
It’s filled with meaning to give prominence to their roles;
their significance has shaped the future of men and women –
whose experiences speak a language of gratitude and joy.

Like in the bible when Yahweh formed Adam from soil,
and breathe on him and he came then into life – humanity;
Today’s event leads us to recall when mothers of all cultures
brought us to life and provided us with their love and patience.

Our identity began with that gift of life from God through them.
How good things in life are attributed to their maternal love;
How society honors them in their unique roles as mothers
They’re precious gifts from God and the world can tell us.

To be a disciple of Christ means to be recreated as a new person,
To be a son or daughter of our mothers means to belong to her;
To share gifts with them means to unite ourselves in their hearts,
with an act of transformation and reconciliation to all forms.

They’re paradigms of human sacrifice, love and perseverance,
Their lives have increasing movements of guidance and truth,
In many ways they show us to live in a zone of God’s presence;
with their prayers and wishes that their children will follow Christ.

We make known to them that we love them in a special way,
Their lives of witnessing capture the meaning of today’s event –
that unity they share with us, along with that great love for us,
are echoes of God’s kingdom that celebrates with the power beyond.

There is nothing more important to a child than to say ‘Mom’,
which signifies a colossal thing in regard to historic origin;
a mother to her children, a source of love in conversation,
along with her husband, there’s a covenant to remember.

Recounted as a significant moment to honor our dear mothers,
Both living and dead as they’re indispensable, bringer of love;
Pillars of joy, and a wellspring of family values to all,
Dear mothers across cultures - this is your day that we hail
We remember you with gratitude in our hearts that speak:  happy mother’s day!


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Mum

You can’t cry, 
I may not be there, 
But it’s not goodbye.
I know you care, 
And so do I.
But the time has come, 
For me to take to the sky; 
To see what I can do, 
In this world on my own.
But the place where you and Dad lie
Will forever be my true home.
Try not to worry too much, 
I’ll do my best to make you proud, 
And all I can say is: 
I don’t plan to be just another face in the crowd.


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Pure Grace

Giving life affection
A momentary connection
Mother’s on going direction
Her imperviousness grows

Our Children see how we laugh
They learn to follow our path
Children only show us half
Their world of purest purity~

Know that your life is tender
Your mind and body surrender
Find within your splendor
Divine perfection and pure grace~


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The Dream Of A Baby

Me and my mom sit all alone 
as she hums a very slow tone 
i close my eyes as i dream of life 
and what i will be a girl or a wife
as i drame of what i will be 
i thought of when she sets me free 
i think of what will happen today 
i will always be a step away
i dream what could really last
this beautiful world goes by so fast 
i open my eyes to find it right
the answer was as plain as sight 
it was my mom and what she will be
because at the time i was only three


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A wife's yearning to be a mother

Please forgive me my love for I am not in my right mind
dysphoria has taken over me. It's a merciless disease that shatters my liveliness
do not think a single time that you've caused this ailment upon me
without you this diease would become a tragic demise
you save me from the end each smile you reveal
you liberate my tortured heart with every kind word you deliver
you might wonder why I suffer from this heartless lonliness
All I sigh for is a life and soul conceived from our immortal love
a life that proves our love can grow and our essence will live eternally
a soul that mirrors your selfhood and captures your true character
I crave for your innocence to grow in my womb and develop into a definite entity
I want to live knowing I gave you all the affection my heart can bestow
I need to feel the product of our love evolve within me
I'm aware of how powerful our endearment is and how profound our souls marry
If our love is truly everlasting then patient and effervescent I shall remain
Knowing one miraculous day our spirits will conjoin and create a divine new life...


Details | I do not know? | |

song

Shush baby 
Don’t you cry
That’s a generic lullaby

I wanna do something more
I wanna help you spread your wings and soar

C: So shush baby
Don’t you cry
I’ll find you a lullaby
Shush baby
Go back to sleep
At least pretend to count sheep

I love you
And we’ll make it through
Don’t you test me baby it’s true

I know he’s not here
Because he’s queer
But we’ll get through somehow

You don’t need a dad and I don’t need a man
To survive

-C-

At the end of the day
He wouldn’t care anyway
You need to accept the fact
That he’s never coming back

I’ll make the money
I’ll be your one true dad

You don’t need him to hug you when you’re sad
I can do it all

-C- (x2)


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Are Things In Your Life Out Of Place

Are Things In Life "Out Of Place?"

I visited a garage sale.  And had a 
surprised look on my face.
I noticed that some things
 were "out of place."

To my right... Was a shelf filled with books.. 
And Christian ones too.
To my left...  Was a sign that read; 
"I have adult movies for you."

I wondered and thought with 
some kind of amazement.
"Does this person read these books. 
 And watch this "entertainment?"

This is common in many Christian homes...
Often...  People cross God's 
"boundaries" and "safety zones."

Anyone can go to church. 
 Pray, sing and "shed a tear."
Not realizing that sin's temptation
 is drawing ever so near.

Do you seek God's holiness and the 
power of Jesus' name?
But each night...  Before bedtime... 
 Things aren't quite the same...

Have you opened up your heart 
and mind...  And live life unfulfilled?
Is this the way you ought to live? 
 Is this what God has willed?

He desires to live inside of you.
  And help you to discover.
With any stronghold in life.  
He'll help you to recover!

Are things in life "out of place?"  
And need to be put back together?
Allow God's word to guide you!  
His promises are forever!

Everything will be where it should be...  
With Jesus In control!
Only he can defeat the enemy that 
seeks to destroy your soul!

By Jim Pemberton 08/03/09


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Undefined

Starting from scratch has never felt so Good
I’ve been from the Burbs and now my life’s the Hood
Blessed needless to say- this journey has been one for the Record
I’ve been pushed/ pulled/ torn but not Broken
Im taking lifes trials and tribulations as a Golden Token
I’ll allow the things I go through in life to make me Better
If that means I have to go through the storm to get to pleasant Weather
I’ve learned to let go which is the hardest thing I’ve had to Do
But I owe my life to God,  not the family or even to You
I am a woman with newly discovered Worth
This journey I’ve taken has been filled with so much Hope
The light of Life is now burning so Bright
Took a lifetime of trials for me to get it Right
Now I have God on my side and my Strength is Greater


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a wise mother

one of the most beautiful things a woman can experience in life
Is to bring into this world a new baby, a new child for Christ
yet the raising of a child is not such a breeze
yet  God gave women the knowledge and the wisdom to succeed

a woman with faith cried out to Jesus Christ one day
she said "my daughter is possessed by demons who are having their way"
yet how did she know that  Jesus was the Son of Man?
there was no newsletter nor mass media revealing God's master plan
at a time when there was no CNN or FOXNews, just c&f
the channel of the Holy Spirit know as complete faith

"for great is they faith", Jesus said "and because you believe"
"your daughter is now healed, the Holy Spirit she has received"
that mother's heart would not let up nor would it allow distraction
she had God on her mind and through His Word she sought satisfaction

a wise woman, a wise mother that inside all of us
believers in the omnipotent power that is Christ Jesus
If you seek It, you will find It
If you knock upon the door It will become ajar
If you pray , just believe It, that all is possible with God
a wise mother, a wise woman, a soothing comforter of Christ
full of the faith and wisdom God wants us all to have in life


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Today's Special So Have A Ball {Kyrielle Sonnet}

Happy Mother's Day to all moms
Spilled milk and yet you stayed so calm
Painting coloring on your walls
Today's special so have a ball


Heart shape cookies I made for you
Ruffled laced stapled and then glued
Words inscript made you feel not small
Today's special so have a ball


Lessons taught Oh so very well
Back in mind words begin to swell
So sorry mom I missed your call
Today's special so have a ball




Happy Mother's Day to all moms
Today's special so have a ball






In Loving Memory 
          Of 
Mom   {1934 -2005}






Happy Mother's Day 
To All Moms And Stepmoms



Thanks Again Joe




Comments:   The Kyrielle Sonnet has 14 lines (three rhyming quatrain stanzas 
and a non-rhyming couplet). It has a repeating line or phrase as a refrain in the 
last line of each stanza.  Each line within the sonnet has eight syllables. The 
French use the first and last line of the first quatrain as the ending couplet. This 
reinforces the refrain within the poem. The rhyming scheme for a Kyrielle Sonnet 
normally is: AabB, ccbB, ddbB, AB -or- AbaB, cbcB, dbdB, AB.















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" MY MOTHER!!!"

My mother  
Is extremely special to me
My mother
Is always here for me no matter what
My mother
Is one of a kind
My mother
Is very beautiful,smart,and intelligent
My mother
Will never let me down
My mother
I love,trust,and adore
My mother
Is respectful,and she's taught me to be the same
My mother 
Is forgiving,and devoted
My mother
I'm glad because of who you are
My mother
I know in my heart your love is real
My mother
Is precious,and dear
My mother
Is loyal,caring.and dependable
My mother
Is a awesome cook
My mother
Is a very wonderful lady
My mother
Tells me right from wrong
My mother
Is faithful,and trustworthy
My mother
Is a very hard worker
My mother
Always have encouraging words to say
My mother
Doesn't do drugs,or drink alcohol
My mother
Loves to go to church
My mother
Is a nice,and friendly person.


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' Charm ... ' 6th Senryu

‘ Charm ’   6th Senryu

Charm … May – be a Game      (Prov. 31: 30)
And Prettiness – May – be Vain …
… Woman of God … Praise !


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Momma

I miss you momma
Hi, momma
I'm your little baby girl
Momma

I’m here keeping a loving watchful
Eye on you momma

We don't want you to worry
I
Wish I could have been there

But now since I’m a full pledge
Angel
My duties are to love the mortal
Baby Angels

Momma I have my wings I want
You to know

Do you miss me momma?

Momma I kiss you last night while
You slept
You were crying in your sleep
Don’t worry momma

Please don't worry 
Your babies are ok

I’m doing fine
I get to play with other angels like
Me
Just babies you see
We fly
We laugh
We go to one field of happiness
To another
Just been happy children momma
So don’t cry momma

Oh yes there is a lot of us here
Momma

I have many many friends

I have my wings momma
Did I tell you that?
Momma I seen my brother yesterday
He said he love and miss you too

But no need to be so sad momma
He’s ok
He worries for you a lot

He hate to see you cry

You know momma he visit you a
Lot
He sprinkles little roses fragrances
Around your room while you sleep
He said it makes you rest better and
I think it do

My brother and I was bouncing on a
Cloud momma

We look down and we seen you kneeling
Down by the brook
He cried because you were
Crying and he talked with God about you
So he knows you are ok
He said he don’t want you to worry
Momma
Momma you will be ok

Momma I love you momma me and my
Brother we do

So momma don’t cry 
We picked you the pretties rose in heaven
Momma
We laid it on your pillow
So don’t cry momma
Mother’s day will be happy for you
We planned it out momma
We want you to have a happy mother
Day

We'll be there by your side momma
We are never to far from you momma 


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cruifixion

His thought he could do anything he want steal rape
lie Virgin Marys son put God said no and then he 
hungs in his tempel because God loves women
because he loves babys well think of killing a tiny
baby well don't believe that God would hurt a 
tiny baby but to save its life he would his mother
begs for forgives to all women and children to 
please pray for him to change and pray for her
to be sane and pray for all to give love to all


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Master Blasters

Incredible as all of this may be,
And just as brilliant as our fate is,
You are my unique lift to my wiz!
So it looks like it is you or it’s me.
 
We’re in the winds and we both run free.
All of this is hers and it’s every bit of his.
Those two are master blasters put to quiz.
Together they locked eyes eternally to see.
 
They are dancing on the Moon,
Or they are singing to the Sun.
Their love has come too soon.
Now familiar renewal has begun.
 
They are in full bloom with a force that is most incredible to blossom,
What a glimmer in their glare they sand blasted out of awe to awesome!


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Mother Of All Pearls

Mother of all pearls
Only to be found in the land of sky blue waters
Tucked neatly beneath her own shell
Holding and cradling her youngest gem
Earrings necklace rings to mention a few
Rest assure it will brighten her day
So grab your snorkles flippers and scuba tanks

Dive beneath corral reefbeds
Awaiting upon for your arrival
Yes a tightly wrapped mother pearl gem






In Loving Memory
            Of
Mom {1934-2005}


You Will Alway's Be 
My Pearl Mom  {RIP}




Happy Mother's Day To All 
Moms Stepmoms And Moms To Be


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Do You Hold A Grudge

I knew of a "brother" who held a grudge.
From his position.  He wouldn't "budge."

When asked why he held this...
 against a certain person.
Having nothing to do with him. 
 He was certain!

The reason for this grudge...  
Is probably "silly" to many.
When asked for a good reason.  
There wasn't any.

He said; "I don't hold any 
kind of unforgiveness."
"What I do..."  "It's none of your business!"

"I don't hold a grudge and I
 want to be clear!"
"There are some people... 
 I wish weren't here!"

Are there people in your life 
who've been "shut out.?"
"Is this what being Christ' example is all about?

Living for Christ is not about who we "avoid."
If a life of Godliness is to be fully enjoyed.

We can make "excuses" to stay
 away from somebody.
This could be your brother.  
Neighbor.  Or anybody.

Christ gave his life and wants 
us to follow his rules...
He knows all about us....  And is never fooled!

May your life be filled with 
compassion for every soul.
In doing this...  You'll be made 
complete and whole!

Discover true freedom.  Leave any 
"grudges" in the past.
Enjoy true victory in Christ...  
And a peace that 'll last!

By Jim Pembeton
08/01/09  


Details | I do not know? | |

Mother...You're The Best

Many years of trial and error wandering through life’s tests.
Fond memories of a strength to match no other.
Shoulders broad, a leaning post, encouragement at it’s best,
The tears, soft words...the wisdom of my mother.

The swing, on her patio, slowly back and forth,
Sharing secrets, telling jokes with laughter
The great scales of life, can measure not it’s worth
These pictures of a past, most....well sought after.

Kids at play and oft’ the feast, I love to cook...her clean
Songs, with all in joyful harmony		
And long into the night to stay, but now too short it seems,
As past, along with present beckons me.

This gentle heart, so full of life, we ever should have known,
That God would choose to draw her to His breast.
A choice well made, if we believe, never to say ‘Gone’
But understood, ‘cause Mother...You’re the best!


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Her Love,

These last two poems are in honor of Mrs. Annie L. Darden who I only got to 
know briefly but shared her love and life with me as if I was her own.


When I look at you,I see all the wisdom of ages before me,When I look into your 
face,I see all that you have done for your family,When I hold your hands I feel all 
the years of work in the fields that went into those hands to clothe us,When I look 
at your feet,I see the long walks you took out in the plantation to feed us,When I 
look into your heart,I see the unconditinal love,warmth and passion that you have 
for your family,But when I stand back and see you,I see a young woman just 
starting out her life,graciously with love for GOD and her family.



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' Warriors ... The Battle Cry Song ... '

There Are Sounds of Ancient Thunders
There Are Sounds of Ancient Drummers
        Calling … Brave Warriors
         Gladiators and Warriors

And They’re Marching To The Cadence of Their Hearts’ Pounding
Marching, To The Cadence of The World’s Rage Resounding
They’re Going By The Beat of Their Heart’s Pumping
By The Steady Flow of Blood and Bloodlust, Tells Me Somethin’

               … Warriors …
         Courageous Warriors …

Chorus:

But, We’ve Seen These Men, Playing With Their Children
We’ve Seen These Sons and Their Laughter, I’m Hearing
We’ve Seen These Men, Loving Their Babies
And Tenderly Holding and Kissing Their Ladies

               … Warriors …
         Courageous Warriors …

2nd Chorus:

Oh Lord, Please Stop These Warriors’ Battle Cry
And The Battle Cry, Coming From Their Mothers and Wives
The Battle Cry, Coming From Their Little Ones’ Eyes
The Battle Cry, Coming From Warriors … When They Die

               … Warriors …
         Courageous Warriors …

Sticks and Stones, Swords, Arrows and Bombs
Lances, Knives, Hand to Hand Combat, Napalm
God Almighty, Oh, Thy Kingdom Come
Please Rescue Us, From The Kingdom of The Gun …

And Prophecy Is Marching – Listen, All Who Arms Bear
Warriors, Must Beat War Weapons Into Plowshares            ( Isa. 2: 4 )
And When War, Is No More, Then We Will Hear
All Warriors’ Battle Cry, Will Be An Amen Cheer !

              … Gentle Warriors …
            Peace-Loving, Warriors …

2nd Chorus:

Oh Lord, Please Stop These Warriors’ Battle Cry
And The Battle Cry, Coming From Their Mothers and Wives
The Battle Cry, Coming From Their Little Ones’ Eyes
The Battle Cry, Coming From A Warrior’s … Last ‘ Why ? ’

                … Warriors …
           Courageous Warriors …

How Can Flesh and Blood, Mortal-Men, Be So Fearless, I Wonder
Are They Strengthened By Duty, Love and Honor
Facing Danger, Death and Being Torn Asunder
Sacrificing All, As A Fallen Soldier …

                 … Warrior …
           Courageous Warrior …


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King David And Bathsheba

There was a great king, 
whom did sin and fall.
David.  When from his balcony, 
Bathsheba he saw.

In his heart... he sinned as 
lust was conceived.
A plan of muder in his heart 
was soon received.

This sin led to another 
and had soon willed.
To have Bathsheba's 
husband to be killed.

The consequences of his sin
 was later explained.
His first born died, and his 
son Absalom was slain.

Once his sin was conceived, 
it brought lust and soon death.
Sin is always this way--
until you take your last breath.

Think of the consequences... 
and flee tempation FAST.
Enjoy a victory and blessings 
from God that will last!

By Jim Pemberton   
05/14/08


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Palms by the Sea

Oh this Sea from left to right,
How my mind gathers your visions to my sight.
You clouds stray from over here to over there,
And my lungs fill deep as they gather you into my air.
I am the neutral zone with all of my love that I share
The “Palms by the Sea” give my visions their true light!
In each I can see myself inside of a seemingly height.
The Palms by the Sea are my only solemn oath I fight!
 Up inside of the tallest tree I shall surely come,
Your Earth, your Moon and your Sun I shall make them all come undone!
I am you as you breathe my life and it is your love that I shall proclaim in the moment I seize!
Up inside of you I am proclaiming my every single genuine need.
The “Palms by the Sea” guard the shores for my more, my all, or even none!


®Registered: Ann Rich 1997



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What About Mom

roses are red
violets are blue
today's mothers day
for dad had no clue

told him once
told him twice
now I'm done
being really nice

you took her hand
and made a family band
so today Mom should feel really grand

chop your wood
like only one could
but don't forget she understood

a loch of hair 
a bunch of pears
anything nice she does not care

she wanted to start a garden
with varity of colors that blend
To place them in your office den

Are you hearing me now daddy
For this I only Plea
Please don't forget about mama
For she loves you and me




RIP  Mama And Daddy



Happy Mother's Day All
Love Kathy And Jenny
 
 


Details | Monorhyme | |

Away In The Manger

out in the pasture sits a church
homemade by brothers hands and filled with dirt

given to Mother so it stops her hurt
decorated each Christmas for what's its worth

as Mother lays down the cotton skirt
out comes the angels the manger and baby Jesus without a shirt

next comes her towering soldiers buried into the dirt
holding their swords that really can hurt

strewn lights gazes upon the pasture's dirt
frozen in time like a star that shivers and quirks

Mama's eyes glistens like fireworks bursts
for all her effort and time even when she hurts

as mother kneels in front of her church
she praises baby Jesus for all he's worth

comes in from the cold and winters bursts
gathers the children as they all look at her work

and tells us the story of a Christmas birth
as we sip on hot chocolate and felt the hurt

of how Jesus died for our sins on this earth
as we wiped our tears with our night shirts

I was glad to run out and relight the candles burst
and give baby Jesus one more kiss and fix his grass skirt




Tribute To Nativity Scenes


Merry Xmas All      
Love Kathy And Jenny


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Elemental Magic

High upon Barton Creek sits a sacred spot
where water falls and love presides.

Hawks glide over rocky ridges and hiddren trails 
lead to rocky ledges.

Across the creek a magical gateway lies;
I will go there one day or perhaps I've already arrived.
As I sit  atop this rock touching elements combined;
air - earth - fire - water.

I feel the magic come alive as
tree touches rock, rock touches water, water surrounded by air,
sun shining down.  Mother Earth breathes in her beauty.
I am there breathing in with her; Mother Earth is alive as I am alive. 

And,  now  we live together in harmony once again, hopefully,
until the end of time.


Details | I do not know? | |

No Charge

A heart full
of love,
She freely gives,
There's no charge.
A listening ear,
while she dries,
all of your tears,
no charge.
Your cuts, and scrapes,
she patches up,
no charge.
She cooks, and cleans,
without complaint,
no charge.
She's a special lady,
like no other,
and for being,
your Mother,
there's no charge.


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Soulful Lies

Hiding my eyes, striving to see.
Hope they don't look at me.
This narrow life I lead,
Strange scenes in my head,
The need to camoflage.

What one does because it's right.
I'm a coward who refuses to fight.
One who hides from within,
Never to escape this life of sin.

How can I say it's okay,
When I live another way.
Those who do, I admire.
I will continue walking the wire.

It's strange how one can deny,
What is bent in their life.
I don't want to lie.
How I yearn to drive,
To top, the world.

They said I would be good.
The wild and crazy experiment,
I never could.

Fear held me back,
The small town way.
What would they think.
What would they say.
If I had.

My sprouts, times three,
I could never, tilt the world.
They will not know the bend in me.
So I wait.
Wait for the happy ever after to end.


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I HAD NO PLACE TO REST MY HEAD PART 3

Wasn't this supposed to be one of the happiest days for me?
Why did this happen on this very day?
Was I being punished for something I did or some type of display?

All of these questions entered my mind,
as I lay my heart broken and on the line.

I was hurt to know she would never be there, 
she would never see the sunshine in my son's hair.

She would never see him smile his first smile, 
never would she play with him for a little while.

She would never kiss his face, 
...nor would she share her warm embrace.

As I sat there remembering this pain I was feeling
I had to ask Our Father for his healing.

I sat there on the couch, changing the channel 
when I saw Paul and Jan Crouch. (Evangelists)

I watched in wonder I couldn't believe my eyes,
they praised with their voices,
lifting their hands to the sky.

Their strength how it amazed me,
their smiles filled with grace,

I asked myself many questions like what was the race?

I listened and learned the message they spread, 
it was all about Jesus and what he had said.

Their voices uplifting yet gentle and calm, 
made me realize that I too belong.

I remained on the network, which is TBN,
to praise Our Father along with my friends.

I watched other's on satellite listening to 
pastor's and following Our Lords flight.

After this year of reading and learning God's Word 
I thought I was crazy when I up and heard, 

"You need more for your life so listen to me, 
if you focus and pray I am the Key."

God turned me around in a spin, in a whirl, 
I asked him to change my life to a pearl.

I knew at that moment that I was at peace, 
for my life had been given to Christ Jesus the High Priest!

I don't know where I am going, 
I don't know where I will be, 
but my life is full of joy for he is showing me.

Paul and Jan Crouch continue to thrive, 
giving God's message to people across the sky.

It never goes unnoticed, 
it never goes unseen, 
for God sees ALL and he loves what he sees..........

I HAD NO PLACE TO REST MY HEAD IS ...........

dedicated in loving memory of my Mother Roxie Lee (Bowden) 

Pezzella.  Moms nickname was Mildred. Born January 8, 1922 and died 

November 21, 1982.

It is also dedicated to my son Michael James Carlisle Jr. to whom I am very 

proud of and was worth all four days I was in labor. Born November 21, 1982

the same day my mother died. 




But Mike..........You really did hurt me! Love ya


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Running Free

Running free, running free
Can you see me, I am free

My spirit soars, no longer chained
to a body that hinders against my inner law
I am free, do you see me
I am alive, do not mourn
You will only be left forlorn

Celebrate beloved one
For you were always my favourite son
My sun and moon they still exist
It is your smile that is betwixt
For I to leave this inner realm 
I seek your smile so that I can go that final mile

Joy is lacking where you feel pain
Brought to you by life’s disdain
Don’t you see I am free
Soaking up a greater reality
I am one, I am whole
It is earthly life that always stole
this inner freedom, this great relief
that the pain of life took from me like a thief

Running free, running free
Can you see me, I am free


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To My Naked Lady


“…and 
if I 
can not write 

in 
a piece
of paper, 

nor
talk to 
the neighbors
 
about your pink skin, don’t 

you 
worry, 
no one will 

take 
the spot 
that you etched
 
in 
me, no 
one will quench

my thirst, but you, Mother!”


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O Calliope

Will you help me find the words Oh Calliope I need a muse, something to inspire Oh Calliope Find the words to enchant Oh Calliope Everything I give Everything I write Everything I want Everything I need Everything I try You will inspire So come to me Enchanting me Oh Calliope You're all really need Oh Calliope The words I write Tainted by your touch Oh Calliope You are not to know What will become of thee Oh Calliope You are my heart You are my soul You’re all I used to be So whisper to me Oh Calliope Everything I give Everything I write Everything I want Everything I need Everything I try You will inspire, So come to me Enchanting me Oh Calliope I could always need you Something I can always use so go on enchant me oh Calliope Everything I give Everything I write Everything I want Everything I need Everything I try You will inspire So come to me enchanting me oh Calliope


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A Healer's touch

A women takes her son to a healer.
He has pain in his leg sometimes we have to carry him.
We have travelled very far to see you she say’s.
The healer watches and smiles.
Her son tries to bend down but he can’t do it, 
His mum helps him and he touches the healers feet. 
The healer smiles and touches the boy’s leg.
The healer tells them they can go.
The mother is shocked as they start to walk away.
Suddenly the boy starts saying there is no pain in 
my leg I can walk.
The mother quickly turns around but there is no one there.


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A Letter To Heaven

Dear Mom, 
just thought I'd drop a line
To let you know that i'm doing fine
Remember Cindy 'cross the county line
Well Mom I finally made her mine
Mom, I know it's been awhile
But you know writings not my style
That Cindy she's one of a kind
She lets me stay out till nine
And Mom, gotta tell you I miss you
Sometimes I don't know what to do
That guy down the street, you know who
He tells me how much he loved you
Mom, yesterday we got a lotta rain
But the ground was dry, so I can't complain
And since you left I haven't seen Aunt Jane
Yes she still lives down the lane
Mom, remember our Beagle ol'blue
Fifteen puppies, thats quite a few
Well Mom, Cindy's cooked some stew
So tell GOD hi, and Mom I love you
Your Son Boo-Boo


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Forever-Part 3

We get off the plane and smell the lovely air. Hawaii. One of the most beautiful places. I look at you and smile. "This place is beautiful," I say, spinning around. "Yes, it is," you say and pull me close. "I love you," I say. I love you too," you say and kiss me. Hand in hand we walk into the setting sun.

The sun's poking through the shades in our room. "Good morning beautiful," you say when I open my eyes. "Good morning," I say and smile. "I've got a surprise for you," you say and smile. I look at you questionably. "Just get dressed and I'll show you." "Okay."

You take my hand and lead me down to the beach. "I heard you've always wanted to do this," you say and smile. You point to two goals. My face lights up. "Sand soccer," I say happily and look at you. You kiss me and smile, "I figured you'd like it." We walk down to the two goals and we'r e put on a team. We play for hours and hours.

When the game is over, we sit on the sand by the shore. "That was fun," I say and look at you. "Yeah, it was," you say and lean in and kiss me. "I love you," I say as you warp your arms around me. "I love you too," you say and smile. We watch the sun set on the beautiful sea before we head back to our room.

The next day we surf. We surf for hours. "This is great baby," you say as we sit on our boards. "Yeah," I say and smle, "you must really like doing this," I say and brush a srand of hair from your face. "Yes," you say and you lean in and kiss me.


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Heart and Soul

Oh Gentle winds purify me
Free my doubts so i can see
The luminious light 
And escape the darkness night

Oh Mother Earth i feel your cry
Nature's  voice begin to die
I know im still here
But i still love you, have no fear

Through the Clouds
and beyond
Hear my calls in my mind
I  will protect you  even if im blind

My love for you will always stay
I will  pray for you everday
And give you my all
With my Heart And Soul







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Someone Asked Me About Marriage

Someone Asked Me About Marriage…

Someone asked me about marriage, as a matter of fact…
I thought; “what kind of questions is that?”

“Let me ask a questions…  If I may?”
“Do you read what the God’s word has to say?”

Marriage is still and will always be one woman and man.
I don’t care how many laws we have in our land!

No matter if many churches and people claim; “civil rights.”
Anything different than a man and woman is NOT right!”

The first chapter of Romans makes it pretty clear…
The days of wickedness have drawn ever near!

God’s wrath revealed against all ungodly living!
Think about the garbage our country is giving!

It speaks of men and women leaving their natural affection.
Burning in lust toward one another
 with an ungodly attention!

For this cause God has given many over to a reprobate mind…
Many get involved with perversions of many kinds!

Professing themselves to be wise, many have become “fools.”
By not obeying God’s word… But their own “set of rules.”

Marriage is something designed many years ago.
It was Adam and Eve in the beginning…  This we know!

My question to you is: “Why not give God a chance?”
His truth remains the same!  Whatever the circumstance!

No court of law can change what God has established!
Everything that’s not of God is simply a lot of “rubbish.”

Jesus is coming back for a bride without “a wrinkle or a spot.”
It’s time we come clean and become
 “blood bought!”

Being the bride of Christ is the most important thing!
He is the bridegroom and eternal love he brings!

By Jim Pemberton


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Daughter

Dream with her and you will feel, your own reborn to life anew. 
Allow her to be herself; don't try to make her you. 
Uplift her self esteem and feel, your own soaring high. 
Give her your world to tarry in, and she'll teach you to fly. 
Hold tight the precious memories, of her every days. 
Thank God for lending her to love, teach her of his ways. 
Exclaim your love at every turn, never let her doubt. 
Remember life before she came, how'd you live without? 


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So Good

A comfortable sound; is found in the pews
 	Illuminated, we are feeling the Good News
As this providence is caught alive
	All tempestuous thoughts of transgressors subside
Hallelujah, HE brings divine will for all of us too…
	It is so good to hear the sweet sounds from the pews


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LET ME LIVE!

An unborn child comes to the realization that his Mother is contemplating having an abortion. 
Using Biblical Reason, he speaks to her through The Spirit, pleading that she change her mind
and allow him to be born.


"IS THIS WHAT GOD WOULD HAVE YOU DO:
TAKE AWAY A LIFE ITS RIGHT TO LIVE...
PREVENT A BIRTH INTO A WORLD,
WHEN HE HAS SO MUCH TO LOVE AND GIVE?

I KNOW THE SORROW YOU WILL FEEL.
OH CHOOSE THE GIFT OF LIFE NOT TO DESTROY!
HOLD ME IN YOUR ARMS FOR JUST A WHILE
AND SOON YOUR PAIN WILL TURN TO JOY!

DID YOU NOT KNOW THAT ALL MY DAYS
WERE WRITTEN IN GOD'S GREAT MASTER PLAN?
I WAS WOVEN TOGETHER FROM THE DEPTHS OF EARTH
LONG BEFORE THE WORLD EVER BEGAN.

AS A CHILD YOU MUST ENTER THE KINGDOM OF GOD.
AS A CHILD HE WAS WORSHIPPED AND ADORED.
TO THE WISE THE WONDERS OF HEAVEN ARE CONCEALED,
BUT TO ITS CHILDREN THE GLORY REVEALED.

YES TO THE CHILDREN THE GLORY IS REVEALED





By Milton L. Delgado
Inspired by Proverbs 8:23
Psalm 139: 13-16
March 14, 1997


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Ms. Annie (Dedicated to all Grandmother's)

All of the world was new to me, I would not know what life would bring to me,but I 
would come to know one of the GOD'S angels from my birth to many years later 
you would not only walk me from being a young lady,But play a hand into my 
becoming a woman,you gave so much of your love never letting on that the years 
were catching up with you,you stayed with me til the end were you once took care 
of me,we now looked after you,I miss those day's of talks and smoochies being 
shared by our generation,I long to come home from the rat race to being at peace 
around you,you could alway's bring a calmness to the house with your private 
talks with GOD,you had the only line to him,you would alway's talk and sing the 
praise of your man,I know now he is happy to have his lady by his side to serve 
with him.


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Help her Carve for Halloween

She was a little toddler,
Rotund with baby flesh,
All over,
Eyes shining in anticipation and excitement,
She was the one I had,
Her mother had died in child birth years ago,
My little one was reared in my manly care,
Though it was at best bare,
Leaving me sad,
All that I saw since was red,
And felt less good than bad,
I often lay morose and down,
I lit up only when she was shown,
Often it was she who came to my bed,
Caressing me with those little palms,
Rubbing those ruddy cheeks against mine hot ones,
Looking deep in her blue eyes,
Made me feel that I had deep sea dive with a sigh,
All days were alike for me-sad and forlorn,
But she was discovering and frolicking like a latest born,
Today she came,
While I was still mentally lame,
She had a secretive look,
As if she had something on brook,
She coyly smiled,
Lighting me for a little while,
And left, yes simply left,
She would come to me every fifteen minutes,
But now she was gone for an hour,
I weakly lifted and walked to her room,
There it all looked mire than ever in need of broom,
There she was in a corner on the carpet,
With pumpkin flesh all over the floor,
And on her face, hands, legs as if in a messy gore,
She had a knife in her hand,
And she was stooping on a murdered pumpkin,
As I called her she looked up,
She had long forgotten about her sup,
Her eyes met mine,
An energy flashed into me,
Her innocence and joi de vivre went up livid,
And I could remember this day quite vivid,
It was this day years ago when her mother had flown,
Leaving my baby and me on my own,
But now the mother came alive in her baby,
And was saying ,"dead I may be",
Rise up and make her life,
Look at her preen,
And help her carve for Halloween.


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Step inside my head

The instructor said:
Right a poem expressing yourself
using Langston Hughes’ first poem 
as your model.

When my mom had me it was just me and her. 
We went through hard times yet she never let our 
problems effect me. Now that I have grown up
I see things differently. I can understand when there is 
a problem and know when things aren’t right.

Now I’m just looking for my chance to shine. I am preparing
to see the world through my own eyes. And it is hard. But I 
get through. Most kids my age are academically preparing themself 
for their future. They go to school and they learn but me I am creating 
mine.  My voice is my instrument and as long as I have it I plan to use it. 
My passion is singing and my heart is in performing but my money always
gets spent on shopping.

Yes I am a women and I was created to be of a helpmate to my spouse
but that doesn't mean that I am not human. Though I may have breast and
my hips may make the shape of my body different doesn't make you 
suprerior. I have a mind and I am an individual. I can think and 
make decision for myself, all while taking care of all responsibilty. 
I am your mother and your grandmother I was responsible for your up bringing.
Don't belittle me because of my sex!


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Strength

We all have our moments.
Self doubts, weaknesses filtering through our thoughts.
Even self pity sometimes prevails.
But as a woman none can be pondered upon for long.
Generations have embedded deep responsibility along with a nurturing only a 
mother can give.
The multifaceted role we play in this games of life awards are never given for.
Love is found and sometimes lost.
Bonds made and sometimes broken.
A willingness to stand on our own two feet, but a softness so we know when to 
bend.
We make it through all.
Trials and tribulations make us who we are.
We laugh, we love, we fight, we go on.
It's our nature, beating with each pulse of our hearts.
We have strength. 


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Knowledge of Others

She never realized,
What she had inside,
Till she recognized she was a mother.

She loved her own
Plus a few on loan
That she nurtured in place of others.

Are those others to blame?
Should they be ashamed?
I think not wise to aver.

For they have no clue
When they misconstrue
And hold their child in disfavor.

No instructions they show
So love never grows
And their children cease to strive.

But surrogate moms
Stop the time bombs
And help those naive to thrive.

Though they’re never alone
When they teach the unknown
To advance and never surrender.

For matters not age
Of pupil or sage
Nor does it consider the gender.

They lead souls in need
With advice they do seed
And instruct the bewildered to fare.

Hence the child shows love
They were once deprived of
Now living their life so aware.

They now hold a key
In the vast human sea
Thanks to the knowledge of others.

For unwitting wise emit
A mere prose or a quip
Never knowing they helped another.


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What Has Happened to The Family

I remember growing up in a Christian family.
We were content, joyful and quite happy.

Things were "going along rather well."
We loved each other... more than words could tell.

I think of the special love 
between mom and dad.
As my parents... I was proud and glad!

Over the years that rolled  on by.
Something happened.  I don't know why. 

Our deep love became 
replaced with "excuses."
Our relationshps filed with
 "barsh words and bruises."

This family... I once held so close to my heart.
Began to "unravel and fall apart."

Our love for another became bitter and cold.
Even to the day we're "growing old."

Everywhere... it is evident and appearing.
The family as a unit is quickly disappearing.

We must come together and 
remove all bitterness.
And walk in God's love and his forgiveness!

We must appreciate one another--
in spite of our faults!
Standing together on Godly principles 
brings good results!

It we insist on "going our separate ways."
We'll be sorry "one of these days!"

The family is what God has put together.
It needs to be rooted in love--
both now and forever!

HIS love needs to be the glue that binds us as one.
Blessing every mom and dad... 
daughter and son!

By Jim Pemberton
2008


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Remembering

She lay on the sofa,
Two arthritis pain pills nearby, 
Holding a thin romance book
With a thin plot involving
An empty heroine, an empty hero,
Explicitly but tastefully making love.

I’ve heard, she said, closing the book,
Marking her place with a folded handkerchief,
That books with graphic sex  
Can be awfully boring.
What are those tall trees across the street?

Georgia pines, we told her.   
She asked:  Is the tallest one the father,  
And the other two son and daughter?   
We laughed.  All siblings, we replied.
She looked doubtful.  Then she said:  
I’m convinced trees talk, I wish I knew what about.
Since I'm eighty now, I suppose 
I'll never understand tree language.
I also think each tree has a soul,
The way people do -- don’t you?

What’s the glossy dark green tree on the left?  
A magnolia, we said, almost an evergreen.
Remember magnolias from Maryland?
Smaller ones -- we called them sweet bays.

Yes, she said, and smiled.  Beautiful small magnolias
With creamy blossoms, up on the hill.   

There’s a weeping willow, she went on,
A happy bouncy willow.
Look how gracefully it bends in the breeze!  

March had a cruel surprise:    
Four inches of icy snow, bitter winds..
The willow perished.  
Later a bush appeared in its place,
But we kept on picturing the willow.    
Next they replaced the grove of pines 
With a tire shop.
A year later, the magnolia was felled, 
And the house behind it, too.
Six condos were quickly built, 
And marketed for a million dollars each.

Still, we'd see when looking across the street, 
Superimposed on the replacements, 
The willow, the magnolia, the pines.
Lovely tree ghosts:  They had greeted us kindly.

By then our mother wasn't on the sofa or reading.
She was bedridden, and couldn’t focus on books.
Despite her dying heart, we all three 
Changed our residence -- an enforced move.

We hope the tree ghosts are still intact and active,
We'll always think of them with affection,
But my sister and I don't plan to visit that block again.
 
Our mother is not alive any more, either,
But we doubt she’s a ghost, like the trees.
We consider that she is
Bound up forever in the bonds of eternal life.
All the same, at times we’ll be overcome
By a wave of goodness and warmth,
Amazing beauty and strength,
Incredible devotion.
Then, puzzled, we'll discuss what happened,  
And the only sane conclusion we can reach
Is that Mama had paid us a fleeting loving visit.


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For Molly Powell

I  see you South Carolina’s  motherless child….
The chains of slavery set you free…
You are my history book and the link to my pit less soul…
Love began with you Mississippi midwife…..

Smells of Sage and Catnip, fried green tomatoes and pot liquor…
Your veiny swollen hand healed the sick and brought in new life….
Missy Anne played for your time without a lamenting thought your sister you chose ….
With loving respect I see you gazing back at me on Murdear’s bedroom wall…
Your picture yellow and cracked yet fresh with the dawn….

As your soft brown eyes and pomaded hair blew your aura into the busy confusion 
of my present…
I wish for you….
I long for you…though you have transcended poverty, inadequacies, and time…
You are the balm of ancestral roots…
My darkest love is your eternal strength…
Your great gift of strength challenged me to be….  


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A MOTHER'S LOVE

A mother's love
Is heavenly sent from above
Her children are very often thought of
A mother's love is 1 of a kind
Extremely special,serious and hard to find
She gives tender love with so much care
Her love is unique and very rare
There's no other love that can compare
She always teaches her child right from wrong
Lifts them up so they'll stay strong
A mother's love last forever it has no end
It's precious,sweet and will always win
Because she'll be here through thick and thin.


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Glow

Glow
Look at me!
My body’s
Fresh, new
And shapely too!

Watch me bloom
Like a wild red rose,
Watch my character
And confidence
     grow,
          grow
             and grow


As I become a
Glowing beautiful woman
That everyone wants
To know.

Watch my life take
Flight to places
That are unknown.


The world’s my
Open book,
Now let me
Start my
Amazing story!

I’m ready
To go,
Watch me glow.


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Push

My mother pushed the door open to me,
tried to find my smile again,
out of my depression.
She poured out all the venom of her soul
and my dirty veins saw the lights of the oncoming nightmares.
My body was screaming,
activated my conscience to resist a temptation.
His music was very popular in the sixties,mother
and the entry of drug into the bloodstream,
made my garden enclosed by a high wall.
Its the wall,mother.
The wall.
Ghost and enemies surrounded my home
and all the land encompassed by those hills isn't mine anymore.
I cried as my illusion to be a better man is gone now.
Surrender unconditionally,be a martyr in the cause of nothing,
as my body suffered, counted upon Your help.
My mother pushed the door open to me,
The day was drawing to its close.



  


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IAM

                   
I am the beginning, I am the end,
I am the universe and all that is in,
I am visible but cannot be seen,
I am the mountains, I am the sea, 

I am the dust from an ancient land,
IAM The Creator, I am a man, 
I am the one from long ago,
Who said to the Pharaoh, Let My People Go, 

I am the father, I am the son,
I am the substance of which there is none,
I am the angel with wide spread wings,
IAM the Christ, King of all Kings, 

I am a country far across the sea,
I am a people who has longed to be free,
I am the captor, I am the slave,
I am condemned, I am saved, 

I am the whip from which backs were scarred,
I am the skin that was burned and charred,
I am the woman who was born to be,
A savior to a people who still are not free, 

I am a nation torn with great strife,
I am the maker and taker of life,
I am the one with a stovepipe hat,
Who has carried a huge burden upon his back, 

I am a people who flew with the wind,
Soared over mountains, We were very proud men,
Soon we were scattered, Now we are few,
We were the first to be robbed and misused, 

I am the one who was sent from above,
To preach to the world of something called love,
I am the mountain top to which few have seen,
I am the one who full fills all your dreams, 

I am the staff that parted the sea,
I have died so that I may be free,
I am a slave, I am a queen,
I am a vision, I am a dream, 

I am the future, I am the past,
I am the first, I am the last,
I am the lion, I am the lamb,
I am, IAM!


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A Heart's Desire


A boy went to his mother claiming, he wants to be great.
“What do you mean son” asked his mother 


I want to be someone you can be proud of
Someone everyone will love
I want to help people, support people, serve people
Be their strength, when they are feeble.
I want to create, motivate, and alleviate
the negative, relative mental state.
I want to provide homes for the homeless
Care for the careless and 
Father the fatherless



“That’s wonderful” cried his mother.



But Mom, I can’t 
“why not”? she asked.
As he spoke, he began slowly drifting
“You never had me…”

Waking up in tears
Her heart unclear
Her decision in fear…

She asks herself, what is her heart’s desire????









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I HAD NO PLACE TO REST MY HEAD PART 2

I was 10 years old when she prayed with me, 
that's when she gave herself to Jesus you see.

I remember her kneeling right next to my bed 
after she prayed she would kiss my forehead.

Mom was like an angel always by my side, 
we would sing and laugh as the days went by.

She loved the Lord with all of her heart and soul, 
I had no doubt in mind where she would go.

Mother watched evangelists over the years, 
she learned about Jesus it brought her to tears.

She watched Oral Roberts, Robert Schuller and Billy Graham.
I'm sure there were others that touched her heart, 
God knew what he was doing what an excellent start.

Then all of a sudden I started to cry, 
I remembered how I felt the day she died.

Four days of labor, four days of tears 
it caught me off guard when I heard what 
appeared....

The same morning I gave birth to my child,
someone had called to say, "Your mother has died".

I didn't want to remember, I didn't want to think, 
my heart was torn open, I couldn‘t breath.

The pain that I felt on that very day, 
I didn't believe would ever go away.

I had so many questions along with my tears, 
so many things inside me for years.


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Forever-Part 4

We get off the plane, back in LA. We drop our stuff off at home and go out for the day.

 

You wait outside the bathroom door. "Baby," I say. You stop breathing. "What is it?" I slowly open the door. "Yes." I say and smile. "Yes!" you scream and pick me up. You spin me around and kiss me.

9 months later I step out of the car. 3 of us this time. Isavella. Our first daughter. "She looks just likeher mom," you say and smile. "With her daddy's eyes," I say and look at you. "I love you," you say. "I love you too," I say and gently kiss me.

 

We're older now we've made it a long way. We sit on the deck and watch the sun set. "All or nothing," I say and hold your hand. "All or nothing," you say and lead me down to the sand. "30 years is a long time," you say to me and pull me close. " So is forever," I say. You hit play and Amazed comes on. "We'll make it that far, I swer," you say as we start to dance. We look at Isabella playing in the sand. "I know baby," I say and smile.
 

We'll last forever. Nothing will break us. We'll always be together.



Together forever.


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Mother Eagle

Gains strength from Power
Rises high on air currents
Looks down on the world



(Ideas from James Frazer's poem "The Nobleman, His Eagle, and The Moon;  The " Bible" 
from Isaiah 40 and Dolly Parton's song "Eagle When She Flies".)


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Tru 2 Me

I looked for your heart,but all I found were games you said so much and than you 
said nothing,you talked the game but not for me,I was never the one to get your 
heart, see you never said there was another who had you,all I got was the 
games,but she had you, did you think I was easy did you think I would lose myself
like that,I'm a strong sister looking for a strong person,I thought you were 
the one,but you turned out to be like all the others.


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A Word of Thanks To Mom

Thanks mom for all you've done
Thanks for my sibling we still have fun
Thanks to all who shared their load
In helping get me down this rough bumpy road.

Mom, I feel there were times you want to 
quit; but God made you special,that's why
you didn't... 
When dad got sick we didn't know what to 
do; You call on God, and he brought us 
on through.

Charish your MOM those of you who still
can, She'll always there to give you a hand
you'll stand tall, and strong in all you do....
a word of thanks to MOM is said so few.

Thanks be to god for a MOM like mine
They're so hard to find in these days and time.
MOM I LOVE YOU


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I HAD NO PLACE TO REST MY HEAD PART 1

Days, months and years had gone by, 
I could never understand the reasons why,

I could never focus, 
I could never see, 
I could never rest my head so easily.

There were many fears I had, 
I stop feeling so sad.

Oh how my tears would over flow, 
scared and lonely never wanting anyone to know.

Not my husband, nor my family or friends,
I wanted to be the strong one for them to depend.

I didn't know what I was going to do, 
who was I going to take this all to?

My struggles were winning I couldn't go on, 
my life was so stressful, my dreams were all gone.

I remembered what my mother said, 
she taught me to pray tucking me in bed.

She would pray to Our Father as she gently spoke
her voice was like music always giving me hope.


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Are You Going Through A Layoff

Going Through A Layoff???

Are you one who watches 
the nightly news?
And hear of the many jobs
 people will lose?

Does this news bring to your life 
much uncertainty?
Knowing that very soon… 
This could be a reality?

Are you one who’s filled with fear 
and apprehension?
Feeling the burden of stress 
and a lot of tension?

Perhaps you feel very discouraged 
and “distraught.”
Here’s a ”lesson” that needs
 to be taught!

Don’t allow yourself to worry about
 “how things are going.”
There’s a God in heaven that you 
need to be knowing!

He knows all about your layoff 
and every situation!
The love and peace he gives needs
 no explanation!

Everything that you need...  
Jesus does provide!
Worry?  Or Trust HIM?  
That’s for you to decide!

By Jim Pemberton


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Unknown Angel

You are my oldest angel.
Your name will go untold.
At first you were too young for this.
Now you are too old.

Just so you know I love you.
Your thoughts, your smile, your heart.
You've been with me through darker days,
but you loved me from the start.

It's strange to look you eye to eye
and see how much you've grown.
I wonder where we'll end this journey.
Will it be far that you will roam?

Even though you are much older
than a "baby" or a "child".
Don't go thinkin' you're all grown up.
The world out there is wild.


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"MRS. JOYCE CROSS IS VERY WELL KNOWN!!!'

Mrs.Joyce Cross is very well known
In Jesus she's really grown.
She's known by many,and loved by all
When ever she's needed just give her a call.
She's a dear,and precious friend
Her love is no pretend.
She's  a wonderful mother that always care
And the love she gives no other can compare.
Her passion is the kids program,and celebrations
Forever giving a hand,and dedications.
She truly loves being at HMOC
And there's no other place that she rather be.


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Elaine

My Inspiration is from a close friend who is a single mother raising her kids with 
her faith in GOD. 



ON AUGUST 29,1966 GOD GAVE LIFE TO A LITTLE GIRL NAMED J.Elaine A., AS 
SHE WOULD GROW GOD HAD PLANNED OUT HER LIFE,EVERY MOVE 
WOULD BE HER STEPS TO LEARNING, SOME STEPS WOULD BE GREAT 
OTHERS SAD,SOME EASY WHILE OTHERS WOULD MAKE HER FALL,BUT NO 
MATTER WHAT THRU HER FAITH AND HER LOVE FOR HER FATHER GOD 
SHE WOULD STAND UP BRUSH HERSELF OFF AND CONTINUE HER 
JOURNEY AS SHE GREW OLDER THE STEPS BECAME FURTHER APART THE 
LIFE,RELATIONSHIPS,AND LOVE NOW HAVE TWIST AND TURNS BUT FROM 
THIS JOURNEY BLOOMED FOUR ROSES THREE PINK,ONE BLUE,GOD HAD 
BRITHED THRU HER HIS KIDS FOR HER TO TEACH ALL THAT SHE HAS 
LEARNED AND WILL CONTINUE TO LEARN,AS SHE WALKS FORWARD ON 
THIS JOURNEY LOCKING AWAY IN HER MIND THE MEMOIRS OF HER PAST 
HER JOURNEY IS ROUGH AT TIMES BUT THE ROADS ARE NOT AS BAD AS 
THEY ONCE WERE OCCASIONALLY THERE ARE SPEEDBUMPS TO TELL HER 
TO SLOW DOWN AND SEE ALL THE THINGS THAT HAVE BEEN 
ACCOMPLISHED TO RELAX AT TIMES AND TAKE IN ALL THAT GOD HAS GIVEN 
YOU.


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THIRD WORLD TERRORIST

I Was Born In India.
I Was Born A Girl.
I Was Born With Polio.
I Was  Never Knowing My Biological Mother.
I Was  Never Knowing My Biological Father.
I Am Not A “Third World Terrorist.”				
		
I Was Flown Into the United States.		
I Was Adopted By An American Woman.
I Was Educated By The American Society.
I Was Well Acclimated By The American People.
I Became Documented By The American Government.
I Am Not A “Third World Terrorist.”				
		
I Hate Snakes, Similar To Many Americans.
I Loathe Insects, Parallel To Numerous Americans.
I Revolt Needles, Akin To Countless Americans.
I Disgust Heights, Related To Various Americans.
I Have Many More Phobias Like Most Americans.
I Am Not A “Third World Terrorist.”				
		
I Tolerate The American Justice System.
I Question American Politics.
I Rarely Smoke.
I Seldom Drink.
I Vote Continuously.
I Am Not A “Third World Terrorist.”				
		
I Fear ALL Murderers.
I Dread ALL Rapists.
I Interrogate ALL Impostors.
I Cross Examine ALL “Smoke and Mirrors”.
I Intensely Dislike ALL Felons.
I Am Not A “Third World Terrorist.”		


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Those Who Have Wronged Us


Those Who Have Wronged Us… I had a loved one whom I thought loved me. I couldn’t understand how she would treat me! I thought she was a Christian. She said she was. She told me; “I don’t like you just because!” As the years went by, just the way she lived. I wanted nothing to do with her! Much less forgive! The things she did were hurtful and caused pain. I didn’t even want to mention her name! Years later, I felt the lord tugging at my heart! God wanted a healing… And a fresh start I wanted an apology… It never took place. I felt the Lord asking me for more of his grace. You see, after all these years, with no words spoken. I heard of some news, and my heart was broken. I found out this person was soon at death’s door. When I found out… I fell to the floor! I cried “Father in heaven will you please forgive me? I didn’t love her, in spite of how she would treat me!” The opportunity I had was a chance for forgiving. Now she hasn’t much longer that she’ll be living! May this be a warning and a “wake up” reminder! To those who wronged us, we need to be kinder! Christ’ love needs to break the “barriers” down. So forgiveness in our lives will certainly be found! By Jim Pemberton


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Mom

The one with the magic touch
One of the ones who loves you so much
Love can always be found in her
When you feel someone let you down, you can always run to her

She tells you good
All the things a parent should
She won't tell you wrong
She'll stand by you all life long

She'll cry for you
She'll laugh with you
She'll fuss at you
And she'll always be with you

Your mom can be your best friend
But there's a line between mother and friend
You can talk to her about anything
She may get mad, but she'll forgive you in the end

A day without talking to Mama just isn't a perfect day
You'll just call to hear her voice or what she has to say
Every conversation will end with,"Good night Ma. I love you!"
And she'll say,"Good night baby. I love you too!"


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He Will Arise

Yes, he has fallen many times,
Due to the enemy using you.
God has given him the tools,
That no demon can drive away.
He will arise today.
I gladly say.

God loves him more,
Than his mother has shown him.
She let the devil use her,
In the making of him.
He has a unique purpose,
Because of his mom,
He doesn’t know who his “bio” daddy is.
She was in Satan’s house ,
Making one of God’s best creations.
He will help to save many nations.
I declare it.
It will happen.

No matter what his guilty mom says,
Does, or whatever tricks the devils makes her use.
He will do what he’s designed to do.
No matter how bad you talk about him.
No matter how shamed you are of him.
His failure is not final.
He will win thanks to the only Father,
That matters.

God works greatly through people,
That had nothing handed them on a silver platter,
For his glory.
We love you mom, anyway.
Hallelujah, anyhow!
The tools are here and his real Father 
Will show him how.
The time is now.
He will arise,
And soon mom you’ll realize that he is,
To you and the world,
God’s prize.
He’s not the key, 
To your family’s demise.
Don’t believe Satan’s lies.
He’s down, now,
But he will arise!

Do not rejoice over me, my enemy; When I fall, I will arise; When I sit in darkness, The 
Lord will be a light to me.   Micah 7:8


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Missing You Momma

Your In My Heart Forever 

Missing You Momma 
It has almost been a month now since the lord has taken you.You have finally earned the wings you so desired.I long to be near you and still wish you were here.The pain you so endoured was so unbearable to see.It was like you were held prisioner in your own body.I wish you never had to go through the last eight months of your life here on earth with so much torchure in your life.I knew one day you would pass on but not in this manner.Why couldn't your passing be much easier for you.The lord has you home with him now. Along with your mom and dad and your brothers too. along with my brothers also.You are living the high life now. I shall meet you there someday when it is my time.But can i wait that long to reunite with you.It will be the hardest thing i have ever done.I am going to do my best so please do not worry.So until my time comes I will keep on loving and missing you so.You are in my heart forever. 
Your Daughter


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Our Exceptional Bond

Here we sit at each others side
A beautiful daughter of innocence
A devoted mother filled with pride

Her gorgeous long flowing hair 
With stunning big brown eyes
My precious gift; a miracle
The most valuable sentimental prize

My mother and my best friend
Her splendor and intelligence alone
Could derail any type of negativity 
For optimism and strength she has shown 

United together as one, our loyalty now in place
A unique special bond unlike any other
Of dedication, trust, and grace

As time has passed we’ve come to realize
The meaning of life and what it entails
It’s not about your monetary possessions 
It’s about the tiniest loving subtle details 

© Autumn Mae Franklin & Stacy Lynn Stiles


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In Her Mansion Above........repost

The day momma died.
   I held her to my bosom, and then I cried.
Silenced by death this mother I love.
   She’s there in her mansion with our Savior above.
She left just a short five months after I had accepted the Lord.
   Father she deserves peace for this life down here was terribly hard.
Her and our pastor baptized me in the sunny month of May.
   Scared to death of deep water, she climbed into that pool anyway.
And when my head came up from the water, I saw that look in her eye.
   She said I’m ready now for my Savior, I knew she was saying good-bye!
All those years that she prayed this was her day.
    The joy in that beautiful face what else can I say.
I love her so much and I miss her even more.
   As my mind takes me back to that day I found her lying on her kitchen floor.
Without the Lord on my side I don’t think I could have bore that sight.
   Momma I can still feel your arms around me, holding me tight.
My wife loved her so their love had tremendously grown.
   Like a mother loves a daughter their love truly shown.
You were more than a mom, and a friend, you were also our pal.
   The Lord got Himself a mighty good gal.
                 Love you Mom!


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My Ancestors

My grandmother's grandmother was probably a slave
I can't say for sure
because the chains that, most likely, bound her ankles
were firm enough
to dismantle my hereditary intellect of her
But I'm sure that she was beautiful
Because her chains
are now broken from me
and the links that lay between us
brought together the miles of unearthed nurturing
that has carved my integrity
in stone
Her great, great grandmother's mother
was probably African Royalty
Because the pride of self assuring penniless nobility
that bleeds through my veins
that keeps the pettiness of degradation and defeat at bay
had crossed the sands 
and treaded the oceans
to penetrate my determination to succeed 
and blesses my triumphs of self discovery
My blindness to my ancestry
fuels the light of my destiny


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Credence

Trust in you…   My greatest love, keeps my heart true…   The rhythmic motion from 
your love ocean…   Creates in my mind the good love notion…   Stay far away from 
false love potions…   For you, your wish may come too…   A love fresh, bright and 
new…   Taste not the dense dark mind stew…   Look inside closely to see, she loves 
you just like me…   Behold the mother and the wife…   Wanting unity for all of life…   
What I am saying here, great mother holds all things dear…   Drink from her cup to 
eradicate fear…   This is all we need to start the pure love year…   


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Work And Work In Time

Long ago there lived a mortal
Poor was he and named Morraine
His mother and sister -the only beings
All they lived in a rough terrain.

Morraine sat for days idle 
Their existence became thread bare;
His mother tried her words to remove the sequel-
But the poor chap sat seeing day-mares.

The day of disaster came withuot late-
His mother of illness met her fate;
Work and not idleness could set things right;
Was what she said before loosing the worldly fight.

The very words went through like sharp pin-
Morraine realised his committed sin;
"What blunders were those I committed !
Through toils would set up myself", he said.

After days of working hard and good-
Success kissed Morraine's foot;
"Oh! If only had I done it early-
Of illness and for money mother wuld'nt have left so quickly."

Listen to elders --they have the wisdom
Work hard -you will be the king of your kingdom;
And working in time saves losses a lot;
Are the three themes in this poem through the story-subtle and short.





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LOVE

From the beginning I knew what was at stake,
But it was a chance I had to take.
He walked out because I refused to do the treatments like we talked about.
He couldn’t stand to hang around and watch me slowly grow profound.
The doctors told me to choose
But you I couldn’t lose.
You were growing inside
Till the day I died.
He’s not to blame.
So many men would do the same.
Holding this tiny duplicate of me in my arms,
I just wanted be around to keep you safe form harm.
I wouldn’t have traded the last three hours of this.
So this is what love is!
I’m fading fast!
I knew this moment would not last.
The doctors say I won’t make it through the night.
I’m writing you this letter and counting down till everything fades out of sight.
I cradle this miracle knowing I chose to go.
The only regret is that I won’t be around to watch you grow.
It was not your fault and beyond our control.
I won’t get to hear you first word,
Watch you first step,
Be with you on your first of school.
Or graduation day,
And “ I love you mom” I’ll never hear you say,
But that’s a price I chose to pay.
You seem so bright you almost shine.
You are the only legacy I leave behind.
I hear you heart beat,
Nothing has ever sounded so sweet.
I want you to have what I didn’t like a childhood of your own,
At a young age I was already grown.
Now I have you to show for it
And that’s all I need to know.
I have never loved like this before
I wish I could give you more.
It’s the only gift I can give you.
I’ll always be with you, step-by-step, day-by-day.
Be all you can be.
You are the best part of me.
The people who will raise you are good and filled with love.
One day I shall see you above
But for now your life has just begun.
No love can compare to mother and her son.


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I Love You Mother

I've loved you mother since I've laid eyes on you
Through my eyes your the prefect view,
You've been there for me through thick and thin
Even when my life first began.

From infant to toddler to teenage and adulthood
With those changes, you still understood,
I know I've hadn't always done right
I was even disobedient and stayed out all night.

To you loving me is worthwhile
Although, I had changed my lifestyle,
For me, you'll be the only woman I'll ever love
That's why you were sent from Heaven above.

I didn't understand then like I do now
Somethings back then you didn't allow,
Now I'm on the verge of turning forty-two
I realize all those things you taught were true.

I appreciate the things you have bestowed
The values you taught led me down the right road,
Thank you for the values you placed in my heart and mind
A mother like you is so very hard to find.

My love for you mom is deep in my heart
Without  you, I wouldn't know where to start,
Loving you has been worth while
And I thank God for letting me be your child.


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Pink Ribbons and White Fluff

(Pink Ribbons and White Fluff)

Bright blue skies with 
Brilliant white pillows of fluff, 
Set the stage that glorious day.
 
Friends lined the streets 
To cheer her on 
Her Mom watched 
From the comfort 
Of her hospital room.

Tatum's heart was filled 
With the passion to run.
 
She set her goals 
High that day.
Even the strength 
Of ten men might 
Not have won 
On that day, 
The humidity 
Was high.
 
She didn't have 
The heart to lose.
She'd have to race 
Up her flesh 
Engine very high
And then shift it 
Swiftly to cruise 
In order to win 
This zealous race.
 
Her Mother's blues 
From the challenges 
Of breast cancer
Gave her the 
Enthusiasm 
To run for the 
Advancement of 
Boobs that day.
 
Her mother had the 
Courage to kick the 
Booze years ago,
But breast cancer 
Was not as easy.
 
Tatum's chance 
For raising the funds
For the advancement 
Of breast cancer research 
Was her main focus,
That bright glorious day.
 
It would be an honor 
To help find a cure
For such a ruthless 
Disease that women 
Succumb to yearly.
 
Warm streams of tears
Mixed with salty sweat 
And tangy Gatorade 
Decorated her 
Face that evening,
When she was 
Presented with a 
Check and a bright 
Pink ribbon trophy.
 
She placed second 
In the race,  
But that 
Was a start.
 
The smile on 
Her mother's face
Was what really 
Filled her heart with 
White marshmallow 
Fluff that glorious night.
 
 
 


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Strong Woman

I'm the one you'll never understand,why can't you be real,why can't you be 
honest and up front why must I be the woman that you want to screw,why can't I 
be the woman that you want to have in your life,forever. when you see me you see 
a positive strong woman one who won't take crap from any, who step to me,but 
when you see me, you feel threatened by my looks, my seriousness makes you 
scared to talk with me ,but yet I'm perfect in your  bed.


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Father, Mother, Destiny

I forgive you mother and father
For your mistakes
Will I be forgiven for mine? 
They say the sins of the parents
Shall be visited upon the children
So they have visited
And I embraced them 
In times of uncertainty
And ran from them in
In moments of clarity

Surely as the stone goes rolling
Down a steep slope
I too have fallen
And landed on bottom
Only to  brush myself off
To attempt yet another perilous climb
A venture to the top
Where I truly believed
Love and safety could be found
In a parents embrace

Destiny however had another plan
Because I continued to ignore
What the universe had in store
So I climbed
And so I fell

Perhaps it was my own pain
That kept me trying in vain
For I could not foresee
That you suffered as well
How could offer something
That you were never given? 

The flowers will not bloom
Without the water 
But what if you never received the water
To give in the first place? 
Now I understand mother and father

                                                                
                                               (pause)  




Fixate over what cannot be changed
Bang your fists on stone
It is your hands that will bruise
Scream to the moon 
Yell to the stars
Until your voice weakens
Drink yourself into oblivion
To suffer a sobering reality

Inflict your soul 
With the blade of self-hatred
Ultimately your heart alone will ache
So you will climb
And so you shall fall

Although I will no longer
Try to take
Clearly what cannot be given
Your love and safety
Always will be hungered for

But I have become a spiritual warrior
Amid a world full of harsh realities
And self serving persons
I have learned to give myself
The water for the flowers

Love can still be ascertained
The outside is cold
But the inside is warm
And in here
I found what lay dormant
Waiting to spring forth

Now the inevitable time has arrived
To put the burning question to rest
What would life have been like with you? 
The universe apparently has another design


                                                        (pause)  



Perhaps in the next life
On another world
In some other time
There will be a new plan

In the meantime
Let go and stop ascending
An unattainable hill
From which you will fall
Yes, the pain will still survive
But it is love for myself
That gives me the strength to be alive

So I forgive you mother and father
For your mistakes
All that I ask in return
Is forgive me for mine
For I too am only human


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Who's Gonna Bake the Christmas Pie

He was six years old at his dying mother's side.
Only when she slept he broke down and cried.
He had to hide his fears of what was to be.
How scared he was, mama didn't need to see.

Mama had been sick going on three years now.
She knew she must help him make it through some how.
With her strength fading she called him to her side.
"If life is a carnival son, I'm at my last ride."

"I have something to tell you, to remember for all times."
"You are all each other will have in the coming hard times."
"Just hold each other close and remember my love for you."
"It will help to ease the pain, it will help to see you through."

The day came when his Mama had to go.
He had so many questions, so much he wanted to know.
"Why did Mama have to die?"  "Who's gonna bake the Christmas pie?"
"Who will comfort me when I cry?"  "Are you gonna die?"

I squatted down in front of him a tear in my eye.
"An unfortunate part of life, son, is each of us will die."
He'd caught me off guard, I didn't know what to say.
I hoped he understood.  I hoped... and I prayed.

I took him in my arms and held him oh so tight.
I told him that I loved him and that everything would be all right.
"Mama's in heaven now she's looking down on you and me." 
"She's with us in our hearts where forever she will be."

"She sees you when you're crying she sees you when you're playing."
"She knows what you're thinking she knows what you're saying."
"She sees into your heart and knows how much you love her."
"So let's have happy thoughts of Mama and the time we had together."

The days have turned to weeks, the weeks to months and years.
Our thoughts of Mama are happy, they hold away the fears.
She still fills our hearts with memories.  Memories of her love.
Memories of Mama sent down from heaven above.


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Yesterdays News

Everyday and there is another story to be told
Of someone dying other then the old
Because todays headlines
Is yesterdays news
And all over again 
It is another mans pain
And the world reads about it all

A little boy with only memories
   of his dad laying dead at his feet
Dad walked his son to school 
   on them bad streets

A mother and a father
   laying dead in their beds
A stranger shoots them 
   at close range in the head

Someone needs to know
That you love them right now
Let's spread some of God's love all around

Because tomorrow isn't promised at all
It seems other have no care for a human life at all

Every time you hear the news someone is drying
Listen to the voices that are crying
Of two little girls laying dead on a path one walks on every day
I hope you are listening to the words I say

A sixteen year old 
And her father decides that she can drive
A mother toss her only child to the side
Is no longer alive
A father lost his wife
A mother her life
And the world reads about it all

Still a lot of people dying that isn't saved
This isn't something that is on my mind
The bible speaks about it all before the end of time
Family against families killing one another
Fathers, Mothers sisters against brothers

And death has no mercy it passes none of these by
Some of us are only left with tears to cry
Because a father shoot in the back of the head
Trying to protect his family now he is dead

Fire takes a little boys life 
Because he runs back into the house 
To save his mother, only to be remembered as a hero

Everyday and there is still another story to be told
Of someone dying other then the old
Because todays headlines is yesterdays news
And all over again it is another mans pain
And the world reads about it all

Yesterdays news!


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Craving for your love

As i sit here wondering what went wrong all i can do is dry the tears from my eyes. 
You brought me into this world as a mother should but somewhere down the line the mother and daughter bond was never to be found. 
I love you deep in my heart but you are not there when i need you the most. 
I try to please you but its never enough I love you your my mom but i never seem to do whats right. 
Everyday i wait to hear from you but our love seems so distance so far away. 
I call you ,you never return my call back.I miss you I really do, 
What ever became of the love between a mother and daughter?What have i missed all i can do is love you from a distance.


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Over The Moon

I remember when you first lifted your head,
Expanding your sight beyond me.
Eyes wide with curiosity.

I remember when you crawled full speed,
Exploring the world before you.
Hands dirty from touching everything.

I remember when you could walk,
Then run, tearing through the neighborhood.
Feet moved like lightning.

I remember when you asked me questions about life,
Girls are curious creatures.
From crushes, to dating, then kissing.

I remember when you mustered the courage to marry,
Vows of responsibility spoken from your heart.
Children of your own following closely.

I remember when you told me you were proud, 
Trying in vain to hide the tears that welled in my eyes.
Then you kissed my cheek and said thanks Mommy.


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Who Are You To Judge

I don't judge you
So why judge me
I don't live for you
I live for me
I appeared life for everyone 
But not for me
I had a boyfriend
I had a husband
I have children 
I am a mother
I was abused
I loved everyone
I am only human
I need love
I have god in my life
I am a child of god
So don't judge me love me
I am accountable for me


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Tale of two angels

Tale of two angels
who lived in a poor neighborhood
who thought nothing would work
but God knew it would.

Everyday they woke up to nothing
no food, no water, no new clothes
but no one knew
but only God knows.

Their mother prayed everynight 
to the Lord on the thrown,
wishing all her tears and troubles
would one day be gone.

She did the best she could
all that she could 
to raise her beautiful daughters
on her own and everyday this is what she told them.

"I gave you wings to fly 
and a mou