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Details | Narrative | |

The Clouds

THERE HE WAS HOLDING OUT HIS HAND.

My voice=
God, can I hold your hand and go with you?

Gods voice~
My sweet child, it is I who will walk with you now! You walked down my path with and without faith. You took my protection to ease your pain. My shielded wings comfort you during your moments of suffering while your life staggered across the earth... Your love and devotion is what made you strong. Every time your dreams were broken. You managed to build more dreams in their place. You called my name during your happiest and saddest moments. You always ran up to me when you fell behind. Your secrets became our private talks. The key to your heart was always unlocked. I was there during your trials and troubles of tribulations. We could not speak, but it was my light that would not allow you to get weak.

My voice=
Is this that dream of beauty? The one in the book my preacher spoke of. 
Yes! I remember it now it is called paradise. I felt this company once before, Lord.
Many times, I have forsaken this light, and still it never left my door.
I felt it the day I was born, and the day I became baptized in your holy name.
I felt this light before, can you explain it some more? 
Lord pleases clarify that day I fell down to my knees and accepted Jesus as my savior? 
Every day since, I felt as if you stood away and walked on by, allowing me to face my own failures’.  Was my life a waste in this impossible world?"

Gods voice~  
My child, this is the everlasting light you will feel every time your body is re-born onto a new road.  This light never left you. 
My sweet child did you not listen, Matthew *19:26* MY SON looked at them and said, "With man this is impossible, but with ME all things are possible. My child you were not searching for the right answers.

My voice= 
My Lord everyone told me if I prayed you would come. Did I not pray right?

Gods voice~ 
My child sometimes your heart asked for more than life itself, which left questions for someone else.  
At times how could I answer when you shunned heaven away from your eyes?
The obvious question is whether this is the final immersing of your souls disguises.

My voice= 
Lord, I have other questions to ask. 
What should I expect out of my personal sins? My testimonial sits in the palm of your hand.
My mind and my heart's inner core have been wicked since my adolescence days. 
How is it that I am in your promise land?

Gods voice~  
Getting right with me has brought you here!

My voice= 
One more question My Heavenly Father.
Can I see her?  I meant, could I see them? My Daughter, Mother's and Sisters~

by;PD


Details | Couplet | |

Humanity

If we don’t feel with our hearts, we don’t belong
If we don’t see as one, the world is wrong
Beyond the wars and the hate and the insanity
We are all connected as humanity
We are the child with cancer who still wears a smile
We are the kid from the projects facing trial
We are the pregnant teen feeling lost and used
We are the elderly man in a home abused
We are the young couple, marriage on the rocks
We are the homeless one in a cardboard box
We are the cold and hungry, sad and depressed
We are the lonely child who never felt blessed
We are the woman whose life was filled with pain
We are the man standing alone in the pouring rain
We are the child who struggles day to day
We are the teenage girl who ran away
We are the soldier killed in an unjust war
We are the young man who can dream no more
We are the inmate locked away for life
We are the old man who has lost his wife
We would be better off without our vanity
And have a sense of belonging to humanity.


Details | Rhyme | |

Goodbye, My Child

Where cradled canyons sing
Of ebony wood in the forest
There lies a gurgling spring
Where cockcrows sing their chorus
To the melody of singsong birds
There I’ve concealed my sensuous words
Filled with befitted signs
The saccharine whiff of my designs

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

Where the fogs of night are fountains
Spills of glistened moon ignite
By distant silhouette mountains
We dance with passion of fight
Entwining ancient stance 
Mingling hand in hand we dance
Till the mountains smile on high
Near and far we spring
To pursue the realest of dreams
While the world cries at its seams
Anxious in trouble to cling

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

To where the ridges merry make 
From the beaks of wooden bright
In sparkly pools the ghouls awake
That scarce to stir our night
We watch for seekers down under
Muttering secrets in their soul
We bid them lucks of shivers
Dipping gently in
From reeds that hide a tear of a foal
Under the gentle rivers

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

Far away she shall ever churn
The taciturn eyed
She’ll listen no more to turn
To the working mills beside
Or the scrubbing of the barn
May peace weave in her song
She shall wave in the yarn
To a haven known as Belong  

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

For she comes, the mortal youth
To the wild realm of her truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only her tears be found


Details | Carpe Diem | |

TOMORROW

Tomorrow we can save the world
Tomorrow we'll have world peace
Tomorrow we'll cure breast cancer
Tomorrow's victories will not cease
Tomorrow we'll love the unlovely
Tomorrow we'll irradiate disease
Tomorrow we'll eliminate poverty
Tomorrow cruel prejudice will ease
Tomorrow we'll clean all the oceans
Tomorrow we'll end war and despair
Tomorrow we'll treasure our planet
Tomorrow we'll see love everywhere
Tomorrow there are good intentions
Tomorrow so much can be done
Tomorrow we'll all come together
Tomorrow I'll be more than one..

But today one is all who sees him
An orphan child pimped on the street
His face is bruised and battered
He has no shoes to cover his feet
He is only one of a 153 million
What difference could only one make
I'll only find out by seizing the day
Waiting for tomorrow is a big mistake

Carpe Diem.. Tomorrow's too late!

Contest: Regina's "Seize The Day!"
Date: 10-28-14


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 | Tanka | |

LOVE, ANGELS, and MUSIC

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


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Timeless Love

They met at first around sixteen,while they were in their teens.
A young man tall and handsome, a girl with many dreams.
Years later they did meet again this time he was smitten.
It took some time to hook this girl, eventually their history written.

He had a plan to marry her and move her from her home.
She'd have to leave her roots, the only thing she'd known.
Leave her home and family was what she had to do,
The love they shared was eternal even though it 'twas brand new.

This love they shared was a gift,their faith was also strong
They both loved many similar things like fishing, books and song.
Seven children blessed their lives, they started their own tree
So strong this love they shared, became one large family. 

Both worked hard to raise them, devoted to each one,
They shared their love equally to each daughter and each son.
Education and faith were important, practiced with daily prayer
They fed and clothed this family with love and tremendous care

Each child was very different and different paths they took.
Educators, artists, builders, Lawyers and even cooks.
Each child found their partners, some added children to each branch.
All love music, all loved to read, a few even like to dance.

Their children had more children and the two were greatly blessed,
With lovely grandchildren with many traits that both these two possessed
What remained from the love they shared twas passed down through the line
A love this strong must be shared and it surpassed all time

Four generations have now developed from these two whose love began
So many years before when both had shared a plan.
Each twig shares a piece and resembles one or the other
For this love story that's been described was about a Father and Mother

I'd love to say they share a life together here today
But God had different plans in mind, for one he took away
The void he left was devastating to everyone you see
Hardest on the one for which he shared atop the tree

The plan these two created at the time they were entwined
Continues on by one so strong , who giveth all of her time
To the tree these two created which grows branches to this day
The love created by these two shall never go


Details | Rhyme | |

An Open Door

   I used to have an open door,
but I can't find it anymore.
Someone closed it from inside,
where all the painful, bad things hide.
And I think I'm in here too,
a child that knows not what to do.

   Scared and lonely , so afraid,
peering through a darkened shade,
Seeing my life pass me by,
because I'm too afraid to try,
to find someone who has the key,
that unlocks the door and sets me free.

   Is it more than just a game,
to feel something besides the shame?
The child inside me wants to know,
but somehow I just can't let it go.
   I used to have an open door,
but I can't find it anymore.


Details | I do not know? | |

Why would a 12-year girl want to die?

Why would a 12-year girl want to die?
What would make a 12-year-old girl end her life?
Why would a 12-year-old girl want to say goodbye?
Now I lay here with an empty bottle of pills by my side.
It was just too much to hide.
My little brother found me on my bathroom floor.
He went screaming out the door.
The ambulance came and I heard voices fading away.
I can still make out what they say.
Why would a 12-year girl want to die?
What would make a 12-year-old girl end her life?
Why would a 12-year-old girl want to say goodbye?
Now I lay in a hospital bed.
He can’t hurt you anymore the nurse said.
Thank god the gun box was locked.
Now theirs a knock.
The cops came in and said my sister talked.
They said after what my father did he will never walk.
Why would a 12-year girl want to die?
What would make a 12-year-old girl end her life?
Why would a 12-year-old girl want to say goodbye?
He came in my room at night.
Something’s a child just cant fight.
Tired of living with this dirty feeling.
Tired of all together feeling.
Why Daddy Why?
Why would you make me cry, lie, and all-together die?
Why would a 12-year girl want to die?
What would make a 12-year-old girl end her life?
Why would a 12-year-old girl want to say goodbye?
Mom didn’t know.
She said it wasn’t my fault and beyond my control.
They said there were more.
They just were scared to come forward before.
Now I’m on the stand facing a child molester.
The lawyer asks my father.
Why would a 12-year girl want to die?
What would make a 12-year-old girl end her life?
Why would a 12-year-old girl want to say goodbye?
What did you do that was so bad that your daughter wanted to die?


Details | Free verse | |

Pink Pink Pink


Pink- Pink- Pink- Every peak has its own attractions, Like the mountains, The mounts of a woman, Have always remained, Her pride possessions. 01 It has the charms, More intoxicating than wine, As it reveals the beauty, Of a woman's alluring binds. 02 These mounts gives, The wings of imagination and colors, In the mind of an artist, And they arise the passion, In lovers mind.03 Their rise and fall, Has shaken great empires, Under their cool and peaceful shade, The dreams of a child form shapes. 04 Its serenity has given birth, To most pious and holy figures on Earth, And their warmth have shaped the dreams, Of many powerful kingdoms on Earth.05 They feed life giving milk, To every new born light, Every time they laugh and cry, These lofty mounts, Help in forming shapes, When the child begins its story. 06 But these pride possessions, Of a woman, These lofty inspirations, Of Poets, Writers and Artists, These magical charms Which often become more attractive, Than the face of a woman, Are facing, A wide spread pollution,* Which is the unwanted gift of Modern living and They are also the gifts, Of worst living habits, Adopted by thousands, and millions of woman, As they fall prey, Before the charms, And shows of modern generation. 07 Many such wonderful women, Who are in the grip of this pollution,* Have brought this curse on them, Mostly because, Of their own follies and errors. 08 Many such suffering women, Can really get rid of, From the curse of this pollution,* If only they can show, The courage to adopt, The natural way, Of living and breathing, Possible under the boon like shade, Of real Yoga. 09 The reasons, Of the distortions,* Of their pink pink ribbons, Are mainly the results, Of their own creations, And these results, Are not something, For which, One should blame, The destiny or God every time. 10 Some of the serious reasons are, Not caring rightly, For one’s own pride possessions, And the lack of, Physical manipulations. Not keeping, A cool and calm mind, And eating, From morning till night, All the junk foods and wine. 11 And working, Beyond all time limits, While stressing, your peaceful mind. 12 Running and more running To catch others, So that you may not leg behind. 13 And madly crying, For more and more wealth, Even if you have sufficient, For your life time. 14 Are the reasons, Which invite the pollution,* To sow its rotten seeds, To spoil, The enchanting valley, Which exists, Amid the mounts of, Pink pink flowers. 15 The pollution,* Can still be derived out, With the little practice of Yoga, But it remains untouched, And unsung about, By most of the modern women. 16 These otherwise elegant women, Regularly face the problems, Of distress, Lack of peace, And sound sleep. Which ultimately take away, Their happiness, And coolness of mind, Resulting in strengthening more, The un sprouted seeds of pollution.* 17 Still it is not too late, If they can only change, Their life styles, Their eating and drinking habits, And adopt from today, The way of natural living, By adopting, The boon like Yoga. 18 As the practice of Yoga, Not only add years to your life, But life to your years, as well. 19 Ravindra Kanpur India 15th Nov. 2012 *Pollution- The other name of Cancer. Those who want to share their views on My above Poem may write to me on my yahoo mail id: kapoor_skk@yahoo.com I would welcome your brief comments and if possible I will reply you. Thanking you in anticipation. Ravindra K Kapoor Inspired by Poet Destroyer I am dedicating this Poem to all those women of the world, who are facing any such problem of Pollution* And to those also who are not facing it, so that their life my feel the joy of living under the blessings of Yoga. Ravindra
TO OVERCOME OR TO TAKE PRECAUTION ON THIS PROBLEM UP TO SOME EXTENT- ONE CAN START WITH ANY ONE OR TWO OR THREE OR ALL FIVE OF THE SIMPLE YOGA EXERCISES I HAVE GIVEN IN MY ‘YOGA IN POEM’ SERIES 1 TO 5 ON POETRY SOUP IT- SELF. YOUR COMMENTS WOULD BE HIGHLY APPRECIATED. http://www.poetrysoup.com/poems_poets/poem_detail.aspx?ID=490745 IMPORTANT NOTE: The best effects of Yoga can only be obtained if it includes the main exercises of essential ‘PRANAYAMA’ otherwise it wouldn’t yield the desired results and PRANYAM should be learn properly first. Ravindra K Kapoor


Details | Marsiya | |

I'm my Daddy Made Over

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


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

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

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

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

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


Sabrina Niday Hansel



Details | Sonnet | |

Summer's Child

I lived my best in season of the sun, those yellow, mellow days when cares are flung to June’s warm breeze, and childhood is begun, a field to wander in, and all is young! I lived my zenith in the summer heat. Ah, zephyr of sublime and untried heights! Blue sky, July, and taste of kisses sweet still haunt my mind in cool midsummer nights. In August came dry winds, and I was torn from my adobe of early gleeful days. My children both at summer’s end were born, and now a grandchild in new sunlight plays. When dusk, unhurried, comes, I live my best. In Virgo’s sun may I be laid to rest. For Brian Strand's ANY 2012 POEM any theme/ any form max of 18 lines Poetry Contest and now for PD's Any Form Under 15 Lines Poetry Contest


Details | I do not know? | |

Still In Progress

How can I be selfless without being used? 
How can I be demanding without being so rude? 
How can I open up without closing back down? 
How can I speak if you don't hear a sound? 
How can I trust without being betrayed? 
Yet how could I leave... even after you stayed? 
But how can you love me when I won't let you in? 
So many questions.... where do I begin? 
-------- 
Memories now blurred, flying through my mind…… 
Now, I’m trying to repress the days of being youthful and blind. 
Every morning I pull on my armor, right from within, 
Preparing for a war, that I intend, to win. 
If my heart is my comrade and my mind is the enemy, 
Then in the midst of this battlefield, 
Life is the remedy…
 --- 
Trying to stay sane, knowing that although this is temporary, nothing is vain… 
Learning that there is always a purpose and people will try to corrupt us, and bring you great shame… 
Being told that ‘Victory isn't given to he who starts the race the strongest, but he who endures until the end.’ 
Trying to suspend you from learning to depend... on yourself, 
instead making you depend on the wealth, 
Of someone who doesn't even know who he is, 
while you’re grasping the stealth of your true identity, in your right hand, in your heart, the knowledge…
Never been withheld 
… 
.. 
. 
Feeling the world come crashing down on you, compacting into a mist of air so cool, 
The breeze passing right through, right into the depths of your pores, to ensue, 
The burning and broken and fragile pieces of the inhabitants of the earth from your birth til' now.. 
Physically becoming everything that you breathe, touch, conceive, munch, perceive, every aroma... 
And every great or insignificant trauma, reflecting off your skin oh so temporarily, the mark so paper thin… 
Physically, THAT is what you are… 
Because we only see the physical, right? 
Yet, behind every movie is there not a director… a cast? 
And behind every painting is there not an artist, combining colors and lines so vast? 
And behind every child is there not a journey, a past? 
...
That you did not walk, yet you know that it’s there, not by sight, scent, taste, touch, or hearing... But something inside you, that says it makes sense, KNOWS that all of that is there, 
KNOWING
...
..
.


Details | Free verse | |

Jekyll's Hide



Conception
conceives
the light of intelligence
blooms with the darkness of earthly clay.
Harmony momentarily displayed
each child of man.

Rampant growth tumbles the solitary soul
like an agate in the tumbled path of tide.
Pounding, pushing deep inside so much
so much we can’t abide.

An aggregate are we
of sun and sand and ocean
like diamonds can we shine
or burn like bits of coal.

Conception
conceives
the light of intelligence
blooms with the darkness of earthly clay.

Harmony momentarily displayed
each child of man.
The choice is always there
thrusting, rutting, wrong
to consume all…

Shall we listen to this call?
Or let the frailer fountains flow
the fragile blossoms bloom? 


Details | Couplet | |

Taken, never Forsaken

When I try to look back, it hurts to start A mother I was now in continual broken heart In the innocence of that Sunday quietly shopping away When my thoughts to humanity go in angered astray One minute he held my hand, the next he was gone In suspended silence I float amidst stared public throng Questions through confusion as to where I stood last Still feeling his hand, that loving maternal grasp Lights became brighter, louder were the voices Still confusion abounds in sporadic lost choices Who could have taken him, where has he gone So many voices not singing the same song Continually I dream about these words you've just read To the end of my days I can't think of him dead <*>


Details | Acrostic | |

Insignificance

I s a child to be heard?
N o one answers, as usual. The silence is slowly killing me.
S orrow, misunderstanding and these mourning memories,
I s this the way it is supposed to be? Since that fateful day, I have been a 
G irl, lost in a whirl of tragic past, calamitous present and the fear of having no future,
N ever have I known what "family", "friends" or "fiends" mean, for
I have never made or heard of any.
F or I am thirteen, just as inconsequential as a dwarf planet, amongst boundless galaxies.
I live in misery, why won't anyone listen to me? I may be young, but I
C an converse, listen and see, and I
A m as normal as you are. So why
N ot give me a chance to prove myself?
C an you ever give me a listening
E ar? Is a child to be heard?


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About Her

A loving child has touched my heart
with her cute smile right from the start;
I was stunned. A father - who me?
until this precious little life I did see.
She's turned my world inside out,
and has taught me what life's really all about.
How can a child carry such a force?
In her mind, she never had to coerce.
I find myself letting go more and more,
and I do not ever want to know a cure;
I see my life is now not only about me
but about this loving child - laughing with glee.
I grew up in this world not long ago
because of my daughter I do love so;
she's changed my life forever - that much I know,
and I thank God for letting me watch her grow.


For "My Children" contest sponsored by Walayee Whitlock.


Details | Rhyme | |

Stolen Youth

I took a stroll around my mind today
And there I found images, visions at play:
I saw a child, happy carefree
I somehow knew that child wasn’t me
More of a hope, a dream that never came true
That dream, that illusion was shattered by you
I saw a teen innocent naive
For that misled youth I often grieve
I see a bride and her husband to be
But for me that door’s locked and you hold the key
I see the life I should have know
The type of environment in which I should have grown
You’ve taken so very much from my life, 
From my sister, your daughter, my mother, your wife
You’ve haunted my days and tortured my nights
To the memories you leave me I can put up no fight.
I will never forgive you for the pain that you’ve caused
The whole of my life has been slowed down or paused
I only hope that one day I’ll see
How to trust again and learn to be me

________________________________________________

April is child abuse awareness month.
According to Ofsted, 3 children die every week from child abuse in the UK and Wales


Details | Free verse | |

The Song of the Christmas Snow

There is nothing with so much life as a Christmas snow
The crisp air is still as little dancing stars float to the earth
Strong old trees become burdened with drifts of white upon their bows
But seem honored to be dressed in such finery and appear almost to move
In fact, everything has come to life to watch the snowfall.
Then everything is quiet
There is a whisper in the air
It ripples through the trees
See the birds, they are the first to recognize the whisper
As the Masters of Chorus, the birds know it is a song
They sit as true musicians memorizing the lyrics and rhythm
So, the snow speaks, the voice is old, like it has sung this song many times
As the squirrels could tell you this is a lullaby, and they begin to search from their 
perches in the trees for the newborn
And life and love has never felt as strong as now
A horse in its pastures stomps his foot disturbed
Though he hears the song the birds do and the lullaby the squirrels hear, he, 
along with all of the worlds creatures, could swear he just heard a cry
The squirrels chatter with laughter, knowing they where right and the birds take 
up the snow-song to welcome the child they heard cry
And then they stop and the world is silent
The snow has stopped falling
The cry was only a memory from Christmas long past
The child, a child of time whose
 Voice comes with the Christmas snows,
To give every soul the chance to hear
The song of joy and love and beginning,
So it is never forgotten;
The song of the Christmas Snow




Details | Free verse | |

No Flowers

There are no flowers there...
just flies, and dust and sun
Where a child wanders
over dirt under calloused feet
under a blazing sun
on a barren land

there are no flowers
there are no trees

where hunger is the only companion
where a pool of dirty water is a lonely playground
where life drains out and sickness plays the only game

where no birds sing...
where the only sound are tears of the innocent

where a child alone, lays down
where there are no flowers
only thorns
for his grave






Submitted for "A Piece of Bread, Please" contest sponsorerd by Sami Al-khalili


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Sand Castles

Upon a beach I came to stand
And watched a child at play. 
He did while playing in the sand
A point of life convey. 

With scoops and buckets he did build 
A structure tall and grand. 
And to the child the beach did yield 
A castle made of sand. 

But as he left, I do recall, 
Away I did not turn. 
And with the coming night would fall
A lesson to be learned. 

The tide came in, with force did strike, 
The castle could not stand. 
And I was shown how life is like
A castle made of sand. 

And man is but a child at play, 
His works they will not last. 
For all he builds within days
Shall be by time surpassed. 

Each thing we do, Each thing we say, 
Each notion we conceive,
They all to soon shall pass away, 
Yes, this I do believe. 

We leave no mark, we leave no trace
That shall forever stand 
Be sure my friend time will erase
Our days however grand.


Details | Rhyme | |

I'm turning into Mother

I’m turning into mother
Eyebrows, nose, and lips.
Bosoms hanging, almost, to
my child bearing hips.

She’s grumpy and forgetful
And I’m growing much the same.
Tables now are turning
In the parent child game.

It’s me that does the cleaning,
Feeds and dresses too
Who always asks before we go
‘have you been to the loo’?

Her childlike ways increasing
throwing tantrums, snubbing food,
and me left to be patient
understanding, kind, and good

I’m turning into mother.
But the future I can see.
‘cos they tell me life’s a circle,
and soon, that child will be me.


Details | Free verse | |

Who Though

Who would have thought the girl with the bright smile and joy enflamed in her eyes 
Sits' in the corner crying herself to sleep every night 
Who would have thought the boy walking the halls always giving a hand 
Wishs' that when he sleeps the gentle light may seep him off his feet 
Would would have thought the girl that ended her own life 
Was raped, beaten and bullied at both home and school 
Who would have thought our childrens children 
Have sought to use weapons and let eragancy become them making them a fool 
Who would have thought that no matter how we try for peace 
We show our children war is the answer
Who would have thought that our guidence
Has be clouded and no longer is pure 
Who would have thought teenage life is harder 
When your getting bullied or picked on in school 
Who would have thought that a person couldn't walk out of their house 
With out fear of being raped, shot, or stabed and death is finally at your door 
Who would have thought in life know a day's 
Death is more near to our lives then ever before 
    Who Would Have Thought


Details | Free verse | |

Invisible

The screams so loud
That within their distance
People stand and cry
But the tears and screams
Invisible

The impact of the punch
A crater on a child's life
People shake their heads
But the punch and judgement
Invisible

Invisible screams
Invisible fears
Invisible lives
Torn apart in invisible times

Invisible child 
Not knowing where to turn
To escape what so many choose not to see

Invisible child
Sleeping in invisible arms
Where invisible child is desperate to sleep tonight

Only when they put a tiny body into a sack
The tape rings the place where at
All that was invisible before
Suddenly becomes a cause

Invisible the bruises that grew with the tears 
The fractured bones 
That lay alone
Invisibly

Invisible
The childhood crushed
Invisible
All the hatred that bleeds
Invisible
Those lost forever in the scream

Invisible
All those who beg to forget
For all that others could not see
To become invisible


Details | I do not know? | |

Dark Angel

A dark fog rolls into the bay
At the time the child becomes a run away
Another vagabond for this world
He ran away
To leave behind everything he knows
Leaving his feelings in a broken home
And he is left out in the cold
With no body to hold
And fades away

Dark Angel
Take this broken soul away
And give him a home
Give him a home
Give him a home in hell to stay
Dark Angel
Claim this tortured soul tonight
And give him sanctuary
Sanctuary
Sanctuary

And the child now alone and helpless
His face is dirty and scarred for life
But he soldiers on, relying solely on his will
He jumps at shadows
And he hides his face from the light
As he tries to disappear
And he never shed a tear
Knowing by the day that you drew nearer
But still his mind stayed the same, his body warmed by the flames

Dark Angel
Take this hurting soul away
And give him a home
Give him a home
Give him a home in hell to stay
Dark Angel
Claim this tortured soul tonight
And give him sanctuary
Sanctuary
Sanctuary

And we stand tall
And our gaze never falters
On this mountain
We raise our flag in defiance
And now we cry

Dark Angel
Take this tortured soul away
And give him a home
Give him a home
Give him a home in hell to stay
Dark Angel
Claim this broken life tonight
And give him sanctuary
Sanctuary
Give him sanctuary from his life today

Now he can fall asleep
And leave it all behind
Sleeping in the falling rain
Melting away with the rain
Dark Angel
Will you take this life away?
Please give him sanctuary
Sanctuary
Give him sanctuary in the coming flames


Details | I do not know? | |

Dead Beat Dad

Excuse me sir, can we talk for awhile?
Can we discuss the needs of both of our child?
How is it that you can just walk away,
From a baby we made, and I have to stay.
It's funny you see, I don't understand,
How you can leave your child and still be a man.
How you can go out each night and meet new girls,
And exclude your own child as part of your world.
They think you're so charming with your looks and style,
But would you still be so charming if this was their child?
I couldn't keep you away from me
Before we laid down as two and woke up as three.
Look at his eyes and all his toes,
He has your smile and button noes.
So give him a chance it's not that bad,
Because it's too much work being both mom and dad!


Details | Rhyme | |

She was only 5

She was only five and this is what
happened when she was alive

Ser dad was a drunk her mom was an addict
They always kept her locked up in the attic

Her only friend was a toy bear
and it was old and worn with patches of hair

She always talked to it when nobody was around
she layed there and hugged it with not a peep of sound

Until her parents unlocked the door
some more pain she'll have to endore

Bruise on her leg scare on her face
why would she have to be in such a horrible place

She grabs her bear and softly cries
she loves her parents but they want her to die 

She sits in the corner quiet but thinking
god why is my life always sinking

Such a bad life for a sad little kid
she got beaten and beaten for anything she did

And then one night her mom came home high
and she got beaten as the hours went by

Then her mom suddenly grabbed for a blade
it was sharp and pointy the one that she made

She thrusted the blade right in her chest
you deserve to die you worthless little pest

The mom walked out leaving the girl slowly dieing
she grabbed hey bear and again started crying

The police showed up at the small little house
and quickly barged in everything quiet as a mouse

One officer slowly opened a door
to find the little girl lieing on the floor

It must have been hard to go thourgh so much harm
but at least she died with her best friend in her arms

A child dies every day from child abuse and if you have an ounce of pity in your 
heart for little auorura and you hate child abuse do something about it and let 
them know that someone cares about them


Details | Verse | |

Biography (Day One)

I came out screaming from the womb
No I am not a malcontent, I innocent
Was slapped upon my nakedness. Gloom
Was the first thing I grasp, a dissident
             Wet and squirming in ackward light
             Suddenly changes, I could not swim
             This new ocean of day becoming night
             I slept so that I would not know the grim.

My mother's last child sixteen years gone
All the flowers were dried up in their bed
And yet old skies make still a brighter dawn
But someone superior wanted me here instead
             I had a purpose before I was conceived
             My mission awaited me the day I was born
             My father was being rolled up like a sleeve
             They were at late evening, I was at morn.

I often wondered what he said to her, before
I am sure they did not hold hands about me
The liquid tongue of tidal waves on the shore
Sang not in prophecy, nor splash of memory
            She must have surprised him with surprise
            Ebb and flowing either which crinkling way:
            O I am about unamask our love's disguise

And then came March, and the phoenix spring
Ecstacy that came long before, now to follow
The puffs and groans of agony, making the wing
Puts a strain on the moth. March is a mellow
            Month ending when I am coming new
            From the wet blackness where God too
            Wet his ankle in the milk mildness of dew
            I am a child of spring, but how dry I grew.

What was the boring sum of my days you ask
This waking and sleeping and smiling on cue
When my physiology grounding them in task
Spoke of my humanity, making me like you
            O I had such dreams then, not where
            I am heading now and still do not know
            But where I coming from, the comfort there
            And memory fading, fading the more I grow.

Here is the sum of it, the absolute beauty
Of being born, and brimming with reality of God
Heaven is somewhere in the past, O duty
Shall find me there if earth backward would trod
            There is a mystery paling life at the edge
            Of life, There is a depth in us shallowed by time
            And I cannot unthirst me of this knowledge
            It is too absolute, and O, it is too sublime


Details | Alliteration | |

To Conceive and Let Go

You lay down with a man 
For the very first time
Unknowingly conceive a child
That will soon die

And now you can’t figure out why
You didn’t make him wear protection
So you wouldn’t end up pregnant
And to save your body from infection

Now this child who deserved a chance
Will die before become a fetus

You could have taken care of that child
Or given it to family you could trust
But this one night 
Of infatuation and lust

Brought about unplanned pregnancy
But you choose not to
Face up to your responsibility

You go and abort this child 
Without thinking twice
But you know in your heart
That its just not right

You’re only sixteen
But what does that mean?

You were old enough to spread your legs
And old enough to have a man in your bed
But can’t take care of a child
You had without being wed

So because of your naïve childish ways
Your baby never got to see
The light of one day


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Sand Castles II

The castle stood with majesty.
The child stood justly proud.
Both night and sea stood patiently,
In hand the castle's shroud.

My thinking now became serene,
Of things small and sublime.
How I saw all played in that scene
Of man, his deeds and time. 

But here I raise a quandary.
I question thee a tad. 
Are we the castle stately?
Or, are we the lad?

Are we the child? Are we the sand?
We're either, can't you see?
Both built and build to pass away
With time our ebbing sea. 

The tide we face is Father Time.
Aren't we but molded clay?
Just like that castle so sublime
We are not here to stay. 

Yet like that child in spring of life,
His days are numbered still.
Just like the grains of sand it took
To stir this old man's quill.


Details | Free verse | |

Birth of Rebellion

He was young, small, perhaps malnourished
Looking out from deep set eyes, rimmed with neglect
I could see, he wanted ...
To know why?
To know what? ... I did not know.

I sensed he was trying to form the words
And the questions in his mind
The words did not form on his unwashed face
He just stared.

I wanted to say: I understood
That I remembered, what it was like to be small
Surrounded by huge ‘Grown-ups
Pushed by bullies stronger than me, 
always in groups of three and whispered at 
by clean starched girls with bright blue eyes 
Laughed at or even worse, pitied.

Years later, I saw him again
Now he was taller and tougher looking
His jeans and jacket still reeked of poverty
His eyes deeper set yet, acne skin 
and oily pits around his nose.

He didn’t have that same searching stance
Now I could see he no longer cared
Now he was ready to fight
His fingers yellowed by cigarette smoke
His fingernails filled with dirt and grease
As was the collar of his shirt.

Shoelaces broken and then re-tied 
with a knot covering the shoes tongue
His own tongue tucked behind thin lips 
and decaying teeth.

Many years have since passed 
as I happened to see his reflection 
In the passing of a store front glass
Except, now I see, 
He was and has always been, me.


Details | Blank verse | |

Not yet.

Yesterday,a ghost of someone better haunting in the shadows that he hath 
banished it to. 
I will bring you back. 
From death and darkness to the light I will resurrect you to former greatness with 
a last hope at her hand. 
Better man she loved so long ago...I am not dead. 
Not yet. 

Wounded child hath sent you in jealousy to live beneath selfish pride and 
careless discontent of the perfect life...of the perfect lady. 
I will bring you back. 
To the surface to resurface faith in those who had given up. 
To heal those hurt by his ways. 
To break the silence. 
Don't lose faith love...I am not dead. 
Not yet. 

Yesterday, I will bring you to life once more. 
Kind and caring, truthful and committed. 
Selfish child sent back...I have much to prove. 
Much to make up.Much living left to do. 
Don't forget Love...I am not dead. 
Not...yet.


Details | I do not know? | |

Wrongful made Mistake

 
There once was a girl
who lived in a very small world
she was 11 years old
and thought she looked very pale and old.
Until she went walking 
one day
and was feeling very sad
she met a boy 
they called Chad
he started to boost up 
her head
with all the good things he said.
she believed every little word
know she's about to have a little baby girl.
She finally decided to tell the father 
about the child 
but when she went over 
what she saw was worth her wild.
She seen him 
laying across his bed
with a girl they called Lased.
She ran out of his room
but she wished 
she never believed 
anything he had said 
She told him about the child
and everything he denied
she was so depressed 
she went home and her bed 
she sat and cryed.
Now she has to make a decision
of having an abortion or to keep the child living,
It takes a long time to make her decision
because an abortion
is not worth knowing 
that your mother gave you up the first day 
you were living.
Would you give away an unborn soul
one of God's creations 
a precious peice of gold.
She had to decide 
what to do
then she heard two songs
that sang Can I live and I miss u.
The song had a great toul
for the song
there is one of the most precious soul.
She's decided to raise her child 
and not worry 
about the things he said
that were so foul.
Now she's wondering what's  he going to say to her
when he gets all of his child support papers .


Details | Bio | |

Trying Times

Trying Times

Can I maintain this life
Without begging Christ 
To save me 
From the life he gave me 
Can I walk to the plot
To where lays my father death spot
And stand over his grave 
His life is with me acknowledgement
I’m is daughter but I wasn’t with him his last dying days
Tears seem to not fall from my eyes 
Because I know emotion will not grow him back 
And the last words that utter from my mouth will be with me until the day that I’m 
dead they are now un-depart able bitter words that has now been said

They say Gods give you nothing you can’t bare 
Trying time he’s given me trying times is in me 

I dream of some better days 
As a young child proven educate with good grades
Wanted to be a woman at a young age 
Started working on my life 
Tried to blackout every thing in my life that went wrong 
Even as a minor I promise god that all my struggling was going to  make me 
strong
But lost in the mine set that I had no one to carry with me 
Turn my back on the people that had given me life 
Told  them I didn’t need them so forget their advice 
I broke them down to the same feeling that rooted  bitterness 
Spoke for me took hostage over my pride 
But each heart beat I wanted I wanted them to reach for me because all I wanted 
was to be their child 

They say Gods give you nothing you can’t bare 
Trying times he’s given me trying times is in me 

Fast I was moving 
Tried I was getting 
Still I wasn’t not going to stop 
Because I  will never give up 
I instill in myself as long as I don’t misused my body and educate my mine 
There was nothing that could harm me Nothing
Suddenly  everything that  I was reaching for turn around and ran from me
And for the first time in my life I wanted good to save me 
I barely stop myself from falling to my knees begging him to free me 
For now I could see 
My daddy deceased 
My mother sickly 
And soon I will be a woman 
For I will be no ones child 
I feel as if I’m not ready 

They say Gods give you nothing you cant bare
Trying time he’s given me trying times is in me






Details | I do not know? | |

O Child of Sweet Sweet Sorrow

O child of sweet sweet sorrow, why is it that your lonely inspirations are often wiped away and your dreams are put to death with each tear? O child of sweet sweet sorrow, your anguish shows, it is not with out dreams for the world you seem to know. Even so, you mourn for that which you do not have. You wipe away your crimson tears, dress and redress your wounds. Asahmed of who you are, a coward for who you're not, lie low and gain your strength at night, run away at dawn. Your silver thoughts are all you have, O child of gentle night, hide your lonely face and dream before the dawn is soon in sight. You answer for their each mistake, a victim of your own. Come alive here in beautiful night, but at dawn soon take flight. You have your hopes, you have your dreams, but you lock them so tightly away. When that they seep out, you just let them go, left to fall away with your tears. Why are you so afraid to fight to keep your dreams? Why o child of sweet sweet sorrow, are your inspirations wiped away with that fake plastic smile, and your aspirations seem to fall away in the form of your tears?


Details | Rhyme | |

Familiar (terzanelle)

In bonds of blood, and bound in timeless role –
protect and guide, and ours is but to know,
to take as such, though not to make us whole.

From helpless birth, their duty is to owe
this life the ultimate in selflessness,
protect and guide, and ours is but to know,

to look within a limited caress
and past the learned ability to lead
this life, the ultimate in selflessness,

for who are they to know how to proceed?
The child will live beyond expectation
and past the learned ability to lead

a life for mere approval’s salvation
(as unconditional is not profound).
The child will live beyond expectation

in knowing true awareness can’t be found
in bonds of blood, and bound in timeless role –
(as unconditional is not profound) 
to take as such, though not to make us whole.


Details | Sestina | |

Darkness

somewhere in the depths of self
pity holds a child tight
mind spills her dreams
on star-filled nights
and reflections of yesterdays
echo through mirrored smiles

through framed glass i trace her smiles
soon realizing child is self
i search memories of yesterdays
but mind's gate seems closed tight
darkened same as rainy nights
tears fall sofly like her dreams

if once i could fulfill her dreams
would my own face reflect smiles?
could mind find piece on sleepless nights
if  answers were released from self?
i seem to keep these memories tight
that robbed me of my yesterdays

not knowing the pain of these yesterdays
i've tucked away most old dreams
blocks of memory hold them tight
under lips bearing mona lisa smiles
and child withdraws within self
as days blend into nights

or dark thoughts blend days and nights
in all of these forgotten yesterdays
i choose not to pity self
just escape in new dreams
cracking occassional smiles
as loved ones hold me tight

yet when my eyes are pressed tight
i find myself fearing nights
quickly losing one of these smiles
to a brief memory of my yesterdays
safely tucking away all my dreams
deep within troubled self

seeking revenge on self with blades pressed tight
i try to hide through dreams from nights
haunted by yesterdays that robbed this child's smiles


Details | Romanticism | |

You Touched My Heart

Oh how sweet and beautiful are the words
that you say to me, they stick to my soul
like honey to a bee.  They move me,
they soothe me, they let me live, for
it is you that I need and my heart
I will give.

You touched me like I never have
felt before, you start my heart breathing
so fast until I can hardly let go.
I feel your words like sand on a beach
they are still in my head and will never
decease.  Your words are so brand
new and alive, for they are the only
thing that is helping me to survive.

You touched my heart like no other I have
known, the way in which you love me
I wil never do you no harm.  Your words
is like an ocean running free, all I want
them to do is pour all over me.

You touched my heart like a child playing
with a toy, he love it so much because
it brings him so much joy. That is how 
you touch my heart, giving and bringing
me so much joy, it makes me feel like
a child with his new toy.

You touched my heart every day of my
life, that is why I do not care about all
the sacrifice. I wil do everything to make
you happy just as long as I know I am
the apple of your eye and that you will
do or say nothing to make me
cry.

You touched my heart from this day
forward, there can never be another
you because you are what I need and
it is me for you and you for me that
is the only way it is going to be.
you touched my heart.


Details | Rhyme | |

Thank you

Thank you – Zamreen Zarook

Thank you is a sweet word in the nature,
You may be a guy of adventure,
May be you are a person of agriculture,
What matters is your architecture.

Never forget the people, who guided you,
In no degree neglect who were with you,
Don’t ever overlook a creature, who gave a smile to you,
Because, you will meet them above you.

People forget the past due to selfishness,
They have no time to remember their unawareness,
Society, most of the times behave in awfulness,
They will understand when their lives come in to bitterness.

Be a person to thank and remember,
Don’t consider them as December,
Because, you might need them in November,
So, always be as a good subscriber.


Details | Haiku | |

Mother

Every heartbeat is bestowed upon,
Compassion embraces a child eternally
That uplifts a child’s soul in isolation in every way. 


Details | Senryu | |

Playground

Kids go down
The slide…they head toward the swings
TIME TO SCREAM!

Free time ends
Their parents want to go home
Frowns exchange 


Details | Elegy | |

ELEGY TO LOST CHILD

                                        Elegy to Child Lost


                                 Passion's love oft tempts despair
                                 Casts a prideful cosmic dare--
                                 Like Prizing Joy's most intimate caress
                                 Babe snug beneath a mother's breast

                                Senses at this time are keen
                                There's no secret kept between
                                Loving mother, wriggling babe--
                                Wanted , dreamed of, much delayed
                                But entwined twin was also loved--
                                Some say Nature's method proves
                                That one twin may give all to mate---
                                But this fatal sacrifice must decimate.

                                Only mother's eyes would feel babe's smiles--
                                or sense those legs that wandered miles
                                And daring feet that danced in tunes while
                                Arms swam in gentle Celtic croons.

                                When babe vanished--not  a sound.
                                Mother 's grief was not allowed.
                                Tempted so to trail behind
                                Escaping shattered troubled mind. 

                                Squelching sorrow's hungry arms
                                She Tried erase babe's fluttering charms
                                Never spoke of-- never mourned.
                                By her husband she was warned
                                Was best forget a child so early lost--
                                Funerals, gravestones--such a cost--

                                But the years have called babe near,
                                Mother's journal writ in tears:
                                'Please forgive my selfish heart.
                                Repressed from all --this tragic part
                                I felt your sacrificial act--
                                You left your cherished twin intact'.

                                There is no law of random acts
                                Doctors examine data facts
                                It may be --that in the womb
                                When both spring flowers cannot bloom
                                One bold twin refrains to eat
                                Compels the other to complete
                                Hardy growth that life requires---
                                Sparks survival's crucial hours.

                                Not an accident 'tis sure--
                                Boldest spirits blossom pure.


Victoria Anderson-Throop ©


Details | Narrative | |

Wild Flower

Wild Flower
By Nate Spears
Published 2013 In Death Of A Rose by Nate Spears
 
Rescue this sunflower
It's capable of being a ray of light
Nurture it, value it, and love it
Its petals are more delicate than they appear in sight
 
 A wild flower it is; but it displays beauty
The facts of its species remain unknown
Its fight to reach its true potential is admired
It’ birth to existence is undetermined
 It’s roots shows trauma
Its presentation brings hesitates to potential caregivers
No one's prepared to take a chance
This flower is destined to win
 
All earthly roots sprout from above
At some point in a life’s span; we could use a kiss or hug
 He who refuses to display any element of the wild
Is merely real
An artificial representation of life
Stuck in Styrofoam surrounded by fake moss and dust
No breath, no soul, non-existence
A human being choked from an outer dimension.
Rescue this wild flower with love.


Details | I do not know? | |

I want to be a child again

I want to be a child again…

When it doesn’t matter what’s right and what’s wrong,
When you don’t know the words to your favourite song,
When the town that you live in’s as big as Hong Kong,
And your parents tell you when to just run along.

I want to be a child again…

To feel like everything’s going my way,
To live on the moon for a year and a day,
To run around carefree, with friends, and just play,
And nobody takes all my dreams far away.

I want to be a child again…

I’d look at the world with my rainbow eyes,
I’d read about wonders and not just hear lies,
I’d shake off my shackles and take to the skies,
And eat a dozen blueberry pies!

I want to be a child again…

So everything bad would just run down the drain,
So I’d graze my knee and that would be pain,
So nothing I do is for somebody’s gain,
And maybe, just maybe, I’d feel whole again.

I want to be a child again
But this time…
I don’t want to grow up.


Details | Narrative | |

Baseball in Heaven

My grandfather and I had a special relationship.

When I was young we lived near his home in Baltimore.  But, my family moved away from 
Baltimore when I was five and we lived most of my life in another state far away from my 
grandfather.  Whenever he called, however, I was the one grandchild he always wanted to 
talk to so we could discuss his beloved Baltimore Orioles.  I was the one grandchild who 
followed sports closely and always remained a true Baltimore sports fan.

Later in life, I learned that my grandfather was actually a gifted baseball player himself when 
he was young.  In those days, he would explain, professional baseball players did not make 
enough money to support a family so he had to make up his mind to either play baseball or 
get married and raise a family.  As it turned out, his love for baseball was only surpassed by 
his love for my grandmother and, although he hung on to the newspaper clippings that 
labeled him a “can’t miss professional baseball prospect”, he hung up his cleats and glove, 
married my grandmother and went out to find a “real” job.

But his love for the game survived and year in and year out, he and I discussed the 
intricacies of the game and enjoyed or lamented each baseball season based on the 
successes and/or failures of the Baltimore Orioles.  As crummy as the Baltimore bums are 
today, I was fortunate enough to experience and share many more successful seasons than 
poor ones during those limited years that I shared life with this amazing man.

I always felt sorry for my grandfather, considering him a victim of poor timing.  Had he 
been born about 50 years later in life, he would not have had to pick between being a 
baseball player or earning a living – in fact, with his talent, he could have earned a much 
better than average living while enjoying the one thing he loved most in life.

When my grandfather passed away, I was sure that he was joining a heavenly nine to once 
again strap on his spikes and don the leather.  Without a doubt, they must play baseball in 
heaven.  And I wait for the day that I sit in the heavenly bleachers and cheer on a young 
grandfather playing this wonderful game with other boys of summer.

(Inspired by, “is there baseball in heaven”, by Constance, A Rambling Poet)


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Trust

God has a plan,
And it is out of my hands.


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Train Up A Child

Train Up A Child “Train up a child in the way he should go, and when he is old he will not turn from it.” Prov 22:6 NIV Train up a child— To know the wisdom of God, So that when that child is older, They’ll have good habits to applaud. Your children need your guidance; They know not what is right; They also need a good example, So they can live upright. Train up a child in obedience, So self will not reign; Teach them to love others; From sharing not refrain. Read to your children; Teach them of God’s love, Show them from the scriptures— The promise of eternity above. How you train your child, Will mean life or death; Train your child for eternity— Far more precious than wealth. Teach patience and persistence; These traits aren’t natural, But are essential in life’s journey— To the life eternal. Train up a child— To see what the Lord says on a matter; Show them Christ as the advisor; Our provider and the Savior. Be considerate of your children— They are people too; Always love and cherish them, As your Father loves and cherishes you. Copyright © Maureen LeFanue 2010 www.maureenlefanue.com


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Smile

Sense of humour, elevating our spirits
Musing over the simple things in life, rejoicing at what we find
Imagination stimulated, childlike, seeing the wonders in life
Light heartedness, laughing at one’s self!
Everything as it is meant to be, smiling, enjoying, the gift of life


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I'm Sorry

 im sorry ive caused you pain.
i thank you for sticking by me through everything.
and not giving up on me. i dnt no what
i would do if you had given up on me.
 
Im sorry ive lied to your face and you knew it,
but you still loved me the same as before.
so i thank you.
i dont know if i would be here with you if you had given up on me.
 
im sorry ive broken your trust over and over,
and you still wanna trust me.
i thank you again.
i dont know wat i would have done if you didnt trust me.
 
im sorry ive done things behind your back,
even though i promised you i would never do them.
im sure you knw but you never said anything.
i wish you would have. it would have saved us all alot of pain
 
i thank you for never giving up on me.
i dont no how to tell you how much i love you.
 
mom i love you sooooooo much you wont ever no how much i love u and thank you for everything


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LOVE

Loyalty
One self
Virtuous
Eternity


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Puzzle Piece

A puzzle piece you are to me 
Like a vine without any leaves. 
Your heart is pure your soul is 
Gold, the sweetest thing I'll 
ever hold! A miracle in my eyes 
it seemed, knowing they said 
no babies for me! Always a 
surprise you seem to be just 
like a puzzle piece! At 9 months 
you walked but not until 4 did 
you first talk! Always a terror 
making a beautiful mess always 
a surprise that has yet to be 
met! The twists and turns I 
know we will see will seem 
somewhat like a roller coaster 
to me! The milestones and 
special gifts you bring will make 
my life seem Like a dream, my 
special boy I have always said 
How special I knew not till 
Aspergers they said! The 
journey will be trying the 
journey will seem long! But 
with our family together we will 
chug along! My special boy I 
love you so and cannot wait to 
see you mature and grow! Now 
we have a goal we have our 
dream you see to make you the 
perfect fitting puzzle piece!! 


Written by: Christina Kirks 
McCullouch 04/05/2012 For 
Jonathan S McCullouch Jr 
Mommy loves you to eternity 
and beyond! Forever and 
always!



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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… 


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How to Write a Poem

Writing poem all begins 
Observing world around
Poem can be anything
As long as you enjoy it

Be a reader
Read poems aloud
Poetry is meant to be read aloud
Use your senses

mouth
Ears
As well as brains
To process words of a poem

Using senses make poetry meaningful
Jot down words or phrases you read
Which are appealing, puzzling
Unique or powerful

Use fresh imagery
Showing reader something in a way
He or she
Has not considered before

Use nouns and verbs than adjectives
Ensure every word has a purpose
Tell not the reader how to feel
Let the words draw out

Emotions directly
Without explaining
Use dramatic
Emotional words

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- A Prayer From The War Victims -

 

     A empty face, dirty and dried tears on his cheeks 
     Eyes that have already experienced too much 
     A boy of 5 years folds his hands so small 
     and hope his prayer to heaven will reach 
     Life is so cruel and he need a friend -
     My mother and my father ... I do not know where 
     My home in ruins ... bombs have destroyed it 
     So heavenly father ... can you hold my hand 
     Hold around my little body ... 
                   Comfort me 
                            Love me 
     I'm only 5 years old and so scared  

     Amen





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       Deadline:9/15/2014 

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       16.08.2014
       A-L Andresen :)


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Grandma

I was your first born grandchild, the first grandchild to know you.
40 years of time passed before I was born.
You gave life to six children, built a home for your family to grow.
Your children embarked on their own life journeys.
They went in many directions, spread from one coast to another.
But always drawn back to that, Sugar Shack.
40 years passed. I was born.
I spent my time with you grandma, learning all the things little girls should.
I remember the music, oh the music!
You played your piano, and I was awed.
I have never forgotten sitting with you on your piano bench.
The calm, the music, the pages of music turning.
Your fingers floating over the piano keys like magic.
Nor have I forgotten the stories passed on, letting me learn my heritage.
You told me where I get my love of horses from. To follow my dream, to work at the racetrack,
Encouraging me to follow it through.
You knew what path I wanted to follow - thank you for believing.
I remember the years with a smile, with tears in my eyes.
 The laughter, summer vacations.
Those years will never be forgotten, but held close to my heart. 
Grandma, only 40 years has passed since I was born. 
I thank you for every one of those years!


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Priceless To Me or You

Hearing your first born cry..
Seeing your first born child take his or her first steps..
Hearing your first born say I love you mommy...
Seeing your first born child graduate from kindergarten..
Hearing your first born child say mommy your going to be a grandmother...
Seeing your granddaughter being born...
Hearing your granddaughter cry for the first time..
Seeing your granddaughter reaching out to you because she smells your scent..
Just think if we didn't have these two senses we would miss out on a lot !
Or would we?
If we just would take out a moment and realize the simpler things in life and not take our senses for granted we would appreciate way more


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Crazy

My friends and I had midnight hide and seek
One had to stand by a tree and not peek
In my state of hiding great I was hard to find
My friends decided to just be unkind
They all got together and decided to hunt me down
I first hid in the river near my house and almost drown
When they walk close by me I silently move through the grass
It was very hard to see, but I crawled a long time and almost ran out of gas
Then I heard one say that they were going up and wait by the tree
I had an idea that made a way to make them see
A shadow that ran in the distance thinking that would be
I had my horse pull a little manikin to make them think it was me
My friends took their flashlight and shined it toward it
I thought I had them but one thing was clear they did not fall for it not a bit
They all laugh and started to call out my name
They all asked how the heck did you have time to pull that trick that was so lame
I did not answer so they kept on looking for me, but I was so quick 
Some of my friends started to get really mad and tick
I was a master of doing weird things they all knew what I can do
The night was still young and the grass was collecting dew
I decided to make a distraction once again
To think of it, it would probably make the night end
My friends finally surrounded my tree house
I was quiet, so quiet, more than a mouse
I had some rope in the tree house to make my escape
To distract them I made a loud noise like an ape
The tree that my tree house was in was at least forty feet up
I had some stash in my tree house a drink or two in a cup
My final hour is about to end I did not want my friends to catch me till I got to the tree
I took the rope and tide it on a branch and pushed off and that was the key
I landed on the garage roof and sneaked my way to the tree
My friends knew me to well that they plan things before I could see
They had a fish net ready for me to step into
I thought that was kinda wise and some what like pew
The few feet by the tree there was two of my friends that was ready
Up in the tree they both jumped down and pulled me up in the net fast and steady
They thought they had won, the person had to tag me before I touch tree
She ended up having to get something to stand on to reach me
I swung my weight back and forth till I ended up touching and the game ended
My friends and I were so full of surprises and that is what the game handed


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A Woman's Worth

A Woman’s Worth
By Nate Spears


Her purpose in this world is hurting
She’s never been a designed of perfect
But she is a mom, so she’s super
She works
She cleans
Then roll up her sleeves ; and
Take care of the kids; and
The house 
Making it a home
For a beautiful family to roam
Building wonderful memories
Becoming a woman of worth
Keeping her faith through Christ
Keeping her pace through health
Keeping her sanity through managing
This is a woman’s worth 
I’m giving you


Despite of all the stress 
She receives her family with open arms
Through all the mess
She’s a fantastic mom
A wonderful woman 
Deserving a round of applause
Plus a standing ovation
For always being an American sensation
That held this continent down since day one
Since the Plymouth Rock landed on us
Thank you for her giving
Thank you for her living
Thank you for her children
This is ,
A woman’s worth.


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Leg Pain

Having leg pain 
May mean legs not getting 
Proper blood flow
Called Peripheral Arterial Disease (PAD)

What is PAD
With PAD arteries that carry blood to your legs
Feet or arms clogged with fats, others
Can slow or even stop blood flow

Common sign of PAD leg pain or cramping
Pain comes when you move
As you Walk, climb stairs or exercise
May go away when you rest

Treating PAD
Healthy lifestyle can help
Provider may ask you to
Get regular exercise


Eat a heart healthy diet
Quit smoking
Important to control problems
Like

High Blood Pressure
Unhealthy cholesterol
Sometimes  medicine
Surgery is needed for PAD

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BABY

written 28th oct 2012

You were never seen by us, that privilege sadly was not for us 
  an extravagance we were overwhelmed by, the thought of your embrace  
The entire twelve weeks you were a joy to have known, even 'without' being seen 
 hearing about you're arrival, was a blessing at the time you were conceived
For life hadn't been easy and we had all asked God, we even plea'd 

We wait upon the day, you will finally meet us 
 having the honour to love and learn with you, saddly not for us
It brakes my heart as you part, you had already embeded love into my heart
 Just knowing we will now...forever be kept apart

God has other plans for your love that's so strong, blessing us from the start
 we continually pray, maybe he'll deside to let you stay around
But the intense pain of tears and loss, are constantly falling all around
 just let it be known, we all desperately wanted you to become part of us
 
We all will love you for eternity, you are now forever one of us,
 although it was only for a very slight second, it was better than never
You are from this day on, embedded into our hearts forever...
   the impact you have left 'unborn young one'' my beloved grandchild....
                                  "Angel" 2012


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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!


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A Child Is Born




                              A child is born, a great joy in life
                         The child has a proud mother and father
              The baby is expected and loved long before it was born
                          At the crib they admire the small child
                            Tears are flooded with pride and love
                     They stand there with diamonds in their eyes
                     and say a prayer for the newborn happiness
                    Everything is perfect, welcome to our little earth
                     We would always love you and take care of you








07.10.2012
A-L  Andresen :)


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She is the One

His strong arm wraps her frail, labored shoulders
Together they whisper against the clear, glass wall
All pain has passed, and they behold an answered prayer
A glorious blossom that has been entrusted to their hands
The child in the bed has a smile of morning 
They know but still they ask – Is she the one?

The voices crouch upon the bedroom windowsill
looking in from the night with curious eyes
Their fairy hands clasped together as though in prayer
Watching the rosy dreams that float above the girl
whose sleepy sighs breathe through the room like a song
With pressed fingers, they think – Is she the one?

He holds the black and white photo with his fingertips
as though when touched with flesh it might fade away
like the ending of a perfect dream, that lasts, in memory
yet hangs like aurora lights – there but not there. 
Raven-black eyes kiss the sweet face in the picture
and written on his sighing lips – Is she the one?

She is like a willow, he, the poet resting in her shade 
Bound with much more than two golden rings
It is long since they have given oaths of eternal love
But not once have their hearts stepped away from each other
With eyes made one they watch their child wreathed in lilies
Unspoken are their words – Is she the one?

He has been at the bedside for the past ten days
He has been beside her for the past fifty years
Wrinkled hand holds wrinkled hand, together tender
The sweet face, now lined and creased, is more than beautiful
He remembers the old picture, the love-wrought words
A smile recalls them – Is she the one?

Above them, unseen, the voices have returned
The slender lights that have always watched her 
through the years from the beginning, and now at the end
Their eyes are wet, but they have come to fetch the soul,
her innocent heart to take away in their fairy hands
Like music are their words – Is she the one?


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Love, Death, and Rebirth

The signs started in December
When she started waking up in tears each night
She was a normal girl with dark brown hair and darker brown eyes
She had plenty of friends and a loving family with just one thing missing
Her father. 

Days passed by and turned into weeks but only felt like a few seconds
Her life just whizzed by faster and faster until it was just a whirr in front of her eyes
Darkness filtered into her heart and mind until she didn't know if she could go on
But she had to. She couldn't let her mother and her sister drown in this same pain
She wouldn't let them.

She pushed all the darkness into the depths of her own heart
In hopes to save the hearts of the two people she had left
Because what else was there to live for now?
The rest of her world had crashed and her mother and sister was all that was left 
She wouldn't let them drown in pain too. 

She watched as they started to heal in her loving arms
Their hearts started to lighten up once more
But hers was just as dark as it was before 
And growing darker day by day 
But she wouldn't let that stop her. 

Suddenly a year had passed... and then two 
It only seemed like seconds to her but everyone else started moving on
Her mother and sister no longer needed her nurturing care
But she needed someone to hold on to
Anyone...

With nothing left for her to take control of, the dark pushed past her boundries 
It found a way into her soul
Until all she could see was dark and no light 
But her mother and sister were healed now
They didn't understand

The tears came back and engulfed her soul
Bit by bit until she wasn't sure why she was still alive
The grief took over like knives 
Piercing her skin over and over and over
It hurt so much.

She started to wonder what it'd look like to be dead
She could see him again if she was
Wouldn't it be so much easier than having to endure this pain?
Wouldn't it be so much easier than having to live knowing she'd never see him again?
It would.

So she started to hate herself
All that negative energy was starting to take toll
Everyone around her was breathing while she suffocated more and more by the second
She wished she'd just choke already instead of living in constant pain
If no one would put her out of her misery, she'd have to do it herself

She couldn't see any light anymore
So she grabbed the pill bottle off the shelf and just hoped it wouldn't take long to die
Deep down she still had a spark of light, but she just couldn't find it 
And now it was too late in her mind to change, to turn back and try to look deeper
She was done living.

That's when people started to notice that everything wasn't as peaceful as it seemed
They started to see how deeply depressed she had become
They wanted to help her see the light again before it was too late 
So they sent her away to see doctors and to take pills to make everything better
It was a start.

She didn't see a change at first but suddenly she could think clearly
Maybe what they were doing was actually going to help her see the light again
Yes, she still wanted to die, but maybe that wasn't the only option anymore
They cared,  and behind all their own problems they were trying to understand
They really were trying

Six months longer she would be treated and cared for
Until suddenly she was sent home from her treatment and care with a smile on her face
She had a new perspective
Someone had helped her ignite that spark in her heart until it was a glowing ember
She had been reborn

Sometimes you have to be able to experience the worst of it
To come back shining brighter than before
And if she had died that cold day in October, she wouldn't of ever seen the best of it
Or known that it would get better
and it did!

And she now sits at her laptop, with a smile on her face and warmth in her heart
It's never been an easy road and it won't ever be
But at least she knows she's lived through the worst
And it can only get better from here

So whenever she feels lonely or gets back into that dark spot again
She can look back on what she's learned and can read this poem
And remember that she survived the darkest depths of depression
And she will continue to survive it as long as she lives
Because she is stronger now than she ever was before ?


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Eyes of Seminary

Eyes of Seminary – Zamreen Zarook

Every day in our lives has different fragrance,
God give us various things in abundance,
Day by day knowledge is gained in accordance,
Things depend according to the attendance.

Two years of studies,
Helped us to come out with various abilities,
Extremely joyful moments with buddies,
But life said every aspect has its boundaries.

Teachers become very friendly,
They approach us very kindly,
They speak on us exaggeratedly,
Because they know, if not we might behave badly.

Big shots in the school boundary,
These are years of foundry,
It helped us to find and go for laundry,
Marvelous days, fully packed with sundry.


Various angles the kith and kins are civilized,
It’s because our knowledge is enhanced,
Guys and girls turned well experienced,
That’s why we call it levels of advanced.


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The Autumn Affect

There's something unspecific about the autumn nights
A certain shade of color that uplifts my inner child's eyes
Beside a cashmere moon Venus and Jupiter shine bright
Complimented by a sea of blinking infinite twilight
The scent of burning oak lingers in the air from home made fires
Reminiscent of a time when this man was just a child
Careless and so free to dream and any dream to live
Like feathers floating across a field carried by the wind
As a gentle breeze blows through the leaves shivering delightful gloom
Unlike flowers of springtime the disheveled autumn vibrance bloom
Leaves crackle beneath my feet along the skeleton tree path
Where I try to find my peace or a song to make me laugh
The air is so much crisper and also soothing when I breathe it in
Underneath a starry sky and brighter constellations of Heaven
Amidst the trail I pass a lovely couple holding hands
While their children run aside frolicking in a playful dance
An old man and his wife admire the view from a wooden bench 
With smiles on their face as if nostalgia is still their closest friend
Its these specific autumn affects that bring me sorrows and joy
Reminding me of all theses things Ive wanted as a man since I was a little boy 
Its times like these that I wish I wasn't always so alone
Because I would light an fire with my family and call it home


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My name is Catastrophe

Hell hath no replete replica like an Ohiohell
memom memoboys dispelled with lovelessloss lorn laments
measured in misgiven gravid neutral grautities of cool compromised cruel
capsid cascades of dreary demented drowsy dump deep demented deny desires
with wilfull wallowing in unsupposed not to be here
herein two boys born to a numbnuts army husbodad and a 
WTF what is happening in/outside this family 50's acircle
what comes next in the uneducated female nonintuition of a
deaddad accidential with a pity piss payoff and a whatdoIdo anal attitude
totally in reverse of an arkansas hope of upheaveal. GDMFSOB, who could I/we haVE
BeeN in the assinine scheme of things with someone in an intersomewhateducated semistate of minimal MFconsciousness. We play the hand we are dealt in the vast unscheme of unness. 
WTF, and where/why does God take part and lessen a small boy's dream of donated dadhood by taking it away and leave him left to faulterflounder in a boyhood abyss. Dead, devoid, denied to the manmale circumstance of what the future folds to be delivered to doting descendents, like my three sons. with whom I struggled to 
shower, impart, enable, enbibe, instill, foster, enliven, and all that I did not experience yet faux provide with an inner soulsense to a measured milestone of mannered man manufactured love and tendered texture of all mine to give with that that is mustered macro from a micro counteanace of humocapped coperal deliverance. All's fair they say unless u have been there and then it's every man for himself---and then, I dare u to get in my way---------no holds barred, look out for I am a survivor, all the way.   
Hi, my name is Dave, and according to my grandparents, I wasn't supposed to live to be raised. Go figure.


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A Slavery Mentality

Believe in what I am told or what I see 
This war is bitter and I aspire to be free 
Free from these shackles and discrimination 
Free from selective elimination 
We call our children mistakes so we can free ourselves of responsibility 
And our babies are dying in the streets while we accept no liability 
Governed by aggression it’s said that only the strong survive 
But instead of showing strength we only know hostility 
Creating a place where these demons thrive 
A Child’s innocence is used for selfish gain 
So mommy can get high and feel no pain 
A child that knows no love has no true perception of reality 
And the system has no love our children are lost on technicality 
Now your babies will have babies searching for the love that they lack 
They should have had love unconditional 
But instead they turn to crack 
Because their family has made it traditional 
There is nothing like the cries of a neglected child 
Mommy is too high to provide 
Taught too young to hold it all inside 
Poison their minds with dirty little secrets they are forced to hide 
Teach them to look for nothing and that’s all you will find 
Because that is all that’s left inside 
Fill their minds with worldly possessions 
Take what you can get despite the moral transgression 
Take Godout of our schools because money is the new respect 
Craving only negative attention 
Because of the love they now reject 
First born to poverty and aware before their time 
Unable to provide life’s necessities 
They are pushed towards drug sales and crime 
Society will blame this transgression on lack of affection 
But really they are affected by lack of direction 
No money to feed the hungry and poor 
Our inspiration is music, TV, drugs, guns and war 
Poor because they have been dominated and oppressed 
Push us too regress 
Give to those who already have by taking from those who have less 
The only way to survive is to murder, hustle and deceive 
There is a better way of life 
But not a better way to make them believe 
A better way to teach us to accept this fate is what they crave 
A better way to give us the mentality of a slave 
Their methods of birth control created to control the minority 
We are now the majority 
They are scared to death we have become the priority 
Our people born of whips and chains and still left unbroken 
Fed our children’s sorrows from which we choke 
there are still too many truths left unspoken


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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


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Teaching an Old Dog

All I remember is going into the garage to get the snow shovel.
 
I am not even sure how much of the driveway I managed to shovel.  Apparently, I was lying in the snow for several hours before one of the neighbors noticed me.

The next thing I remember is waking up from a deep sleep to the sounds of beeping machines with tubes and wires stuck into and on my body.

As I slowly regained consciousness and my eyes were able to focus, I was aware of a young, bald child looking down on me.

“Hi,” said the smiling, angelic face.  Given the child’s age and complete baldness, I could not tell whether they were a boy or a girl.  And, with the tube inserted in my throat and taped to my mouth, I was in no position to return their salutation.

I tried to remember who this child might be and why they were here with me.  I guess my eyes displayed my confusion as the child said, “I'm Elizabeth.  They let me walk around the hospital a little.  Sometimes I sneak out of the oncology wing and look for people who have no visitors.  I like to make sure someone is there when they wake up.  I know I always like to see someone when I wake up from my operations.”

She just stood above me smiling.  I then noticed she was holding my hand.

“Sometimes it is hard for family members or friends to come visit.  Some people just really don’t like hospitals.  And, I guess”, she said, “not everybody has someone that close to them.  So, I like to become their visitor for them.  I hope you don’t mind.”

I didn’t mind.  Although it did make me embarrassed to realize that I fit in the latter category; I didn’t have anybody that close to me.

She just smiled at me and petted my hand as the medications worked their magic on me and I started to drift back off to sleep.  I heard a nurse come into the room and say, “There you are, Honey.  You need to get back to your room now and leave this nice man be.”

The next time I regained consciousness, I noticed a hand drawn picture of a house with a Christmas tree out front with a note that said, “I hope you get home before Christmas” and was signed by Elizabeth.

Each new day, I was welcomed by another drawing of Christmas scenes; smiling faces; reindeer; and, starry skies.  All containing a happy note and all signed, ”Love, Elizabeth”.

After ten days of recovery and following the insertion of two stents into my heart, I was well enough to return to my empty home.  On my way out of the hospital, I stopped by the Oncology Wing to say good-bye and thank you to Elizabeth.  When I asked the nurse at the floor station where I could find Elizabeth, she replied, “Oh I'm sorry, Elizabeth is no longer with us.”

I then said, “Well can you tell me her home address or phone number, I would really like to thank her for visiting me in my hospital room this past week.”

The look on the nurse’s face indicated that I misunderstood what she had meant.  Elizabeth was no longer with us.

Sadly, I started walking towards the exit.

Just before I got to the elevator, I noticed an open door with a man lying on his bed, with tubes in his nose and throat and nobody else in the room with him.  I went into his room and sat in the empty chair.

When he opened his eyes two hours later, I said, “Hi, I'm Joe.  I noticed there was nobody here when you were brought back from your operation and I know how nice it is to see a smiling face when you wake up, so I thought I would sit here with you for a while.  I hope you don’t mind.”

He squeezed my hand; gave a slight smile; and, slowly drifted off back to sleep.


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The Old Salt

The Old Salt was a special man who came along in a time
when he was needed most.

A time that is now gone forever.
When men believed and sacrificed, when hero’s walked the earth in mass.

When patriotism was not just a word
but,
by what men lived and judged the worth of each, 
a man who lived a life most of us cannot comprehend. 

An era now gone as this warriors tour of duty ends at this station, 
and begins anew in the heavenly fleet. 

Sail on Sailor into your unaccompanied tour,
we salute you.

What greater honor, that when a man moves forward, 
he leaves behind in each of us the best of what he was. 

A defender, protector, supporter, victor, a warrior, 
the last of the breed from an era when ships were made of wood
and men were made of steel.

The Old Salt has reported for duty that takes him away from us for now. 

Those of us who remain behind,
remember, and will continue to remember, 
because he now resides forever in our hearts.

As I look up at night, I envision The Old Salt,
a beret draped just above the eye, 
as he draws upon his pipe, 
quietly he waits.
The guardian of heaven’s gate.



Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

The number the brand

When I met her , a very old lady she was , yet inside lay a frightened child .
I felt my heart cry , I felt as if I was touching history itself , as I made this older lady, child,  chai .

I remember the day , and so many tears I have cried
I have cried before she and I met 
As a child , so many tears, left confused inside .

Not understanding Why , and how could we stand by and live our lives as if this never happened ?

It happened , we are left in dismay of the movies seen the accounts taken of History 
My self ..I have caught stereotyping the very people whom did this to she , the rest of her Family erased .


The white candles we light , we try and forgive , or just simply block this pain out completely.

It occurs , over and over , as it has been said History will repeat .
When thinking of my children , when I think of that little girl losing ,  cold and scarred , feeling only defeat .

There is a lesson here and I pray , that all whom have been taken from life , have no pain and are gifted spirits throughout eternity . May they be warmed with love,  and reunited with the ones they lost .

The first time I met her , her old hand I took and warmed it with mine , I held it for a long time . 
You could not,  but notice ..the Evil imprinted on skin , the Evil only to remind.
This very old Soul , in her eyes you could see . 
The child that once lived , so innocently free, not aware yet,  of the Hostility .

I speak of a Little girl, I speak of a old woman , I speak of a Jewish,  chosen Religion.

There as I held her frail , old hand  , a brand , a number stamped in Evil a long time ago .   In 1945  , once in our distant, yet Frightening  past . 

We should never forget , never forget it happened , never forget all the names .
If we do , we have learned nothing , A World living in Shame .
                                " Etta Babooshka Kofman  "


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Mommy Why

 Molested the first fifteen years of my life. My mother remained silent the whole time. As the molesting continued all those years. Forced to live a pretend life all my childhood. Beaten and punished every other day. For no reason other than being a child. After all this I figured I was a unwanted child. My mother couldn't love me abusing me. She brought me fancy expensive clothes every year. To cover up all her verbal, mental, and physical abuse. She tried to hide me from people, family and friends. So that they wouldn't see the embarrassing scars and bruises. Sometimes so bad I couldn't even go to school the next day. Or I would get into fights or act rude to get a suspension notice. That would have allowed my body to heal. One time I even tried to get ex-spelled. However, it didn't work. I only came home to more beatings. Her boyfriend watched and help hold me down on the floor as she would beat, and beat, and beat. Maybe this gave him a idea that it was ok to abuse me. Being that my mother was already doing it. Yeah! From the outside looking in my childhood was perfect. Every child wanted my seat. Name-brand clothes, shoes, computers, and almost every toy in the Jc Penny catalog. From the inside looking out I was screaming to get out. Scared, alone, abused, and still a child. So there was nothing I could do. I had no brothers or sisters at the time. All my family wouldn't believe me.No! Not him they would say, and did say at age fifteen I started getting older, and more developed. I had to put a stop to this. So after talking to some school friends. I decided to talk to my mother about what was going on.  So later on that night I called my mother in to talk to her. I had told her what had been going on. while she was a work, and out late shopping. She in return asked me  to draw a picture of his *****. As if she didn't believe me on the spot. What! I thought to myself. How could she ask me a thing like that? After one hour she finally called the police. I was brung in also for video questioning. I told them what had been going on  in the house while my mother was away. The police in return asked me "what took so long for me to tell" I replied" I was scared, alone, and threatened. I had no one in the house to protect me. From my mothers abusive ways. I thought people would tease me." The next question was to my mother.  The police asked "How could you live in the same house, and not know that your child was being raped?" My mother sat quietly and had no answer. So she got charged with neglect. My mother's boyfriend got charged with child molestation, and a few other things. I can't remember them all. After all that I was still scared, but finally free. Free to be a kid again.
    Awh, hell the relationship between my mother and I went down the drain. After trial  she hated me even more. Every day she was threatening to kick me out of the house. I was only sixteen so she couldn't just kick me out. Yet! She even got so angry at times. She went as far as not letting me communicate with my newborn brother.  She even told people to keep him away from me. That hurt me so bad everyday. I prayed to God everyday to soften my mother's heart, but it never happened. When I turned eighteen she finally kicked me out the house for real. With no place to go, no money , and no food to eat.  I ended up living with family and friends until she let me back in. I don't know why, but I thought things had changed. About a week after moving she called the police and told them that I was prostituting. Which was a lie. Thank God I didn't spend time in jail. Due to her lies and deceit. I never thought I would have to leave my own mother alone. However, after that incident that was my final decision. Sporadically I call her to hear her voice, and check on my brother. Unfortunately she never answers the phone. Her guilt for abusing me won't let her answer the phone.
    I moved to Albany, NY for a fresh start. A new beginning! There I met  more friends, moved into a brand new apartment, and fell in love. I wasn't expecting to fall in love, but I did. With a adorable, hot, and sexy Italian guy. For the first time my life was great, and I was happy. I even tried some plus size modeling, nursing, and I started self-publishing my writings. I was accomplishing things that my mother never encouraged me to do.
 After about four years I started feeling homesick . So I came back to Virginia. Wow! What destruction was happening. My whole  family fell apart. Nothing or nobody were the same. They all became police property. That was a sign to continue to stay away from them. Continue my happy life. Continue self-publishing my stories. Praying to God everyday. that I remain successful. This is a true story. Unfortunately it happened to me. From a mother who brung me in this world. Only to use and abuse me my whole entire childhood. Then pretend that nothings even going on.


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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 | Sestina | |

The Little Prince of Our House

Our excitement to have you in our life
That you deserve a regal retreat inside our house
This once dark room spruced up with chic bedroom

With soaring peaked ceiling overlooking your bedroom
The wall with trompe l’oeil effect that’s how you furbished our life
Fixed window overlooking vast vistas of the modern house

Dark mahogany furniture lined up inside the house
A forest-green bed crown to lay down on your bedroom
In vibrant hues, you have transformed our life

How blessed our life that within our house, we built a bedroom for our little prince



February 15, 2013


Details | Rhyme | |

I'm a child again

I’m a child again

I’m a child again and it’s such fun
To kick a ball, and laugh, and run
And walk down to the local park
And being bad, oh, what a lark

I love to watch those colored birds
This always kind of gets me stirred
Their lovely hues, my eyes they daze
These lovely birds do me amaze.

But there is one thing that I do hate
At bath times, fuss I do create 
And mum and dad, they get real mad
I suppose I do play up a tad.

And also I do hate that school
With all its daft, and silly rules
But when I write my little stories
That’s when I get my share of glory.

But really, If I had the choice
I’d really like to raise my voice
And tell them ‘I want out of this!!
Being a child gives me no bliss!’

27 August 2013 @ 1722hrs.


Peter Duggan. You're a kid again contest...Age ten


Details | Ballad | |

With This New Day

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


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

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

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


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

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


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


Details | Alliteration | |

The Unseen Miles

Yeah I can get so hyped up with life so high I'm so freaking verbally drunk like a psycho,
 Mind so wrong nothing in my vocabulary at that time in my mind can get right though,
 A piece of this hate cake in this corrupt dictionary I'm going to have to take a bite though,
 Whether the answer is written in hell yeah or heck no, 
Im going to shoot through your deer less body like a scoped out rifle, 
You just another liar if you say my words aint make your mind shake and awake with a stifle,
 Im shooting sideways, up, down, so much I get high low, 
I could be telling true lies when you see my fake gun ridden smiles, 
I might just shoot self in head because Im getting a little too suicidal, 
Im in need of God because I keep skipping planned revivals, 
Im reading the rhyme master Shakespeare I aint reading the Bible, 
Im playing with word bullets shiny as a burning star struggling for simple survival,
 I want people to tell the truth but cant help but keep telling themselves lies though,
 Hiidden demons in the book of lifes closet dont tell me how it is because I know,
 I too onced played with life like a toy plastic as Tyco, 
Im going to stand out in this world like the tower of Eifel, 
Im going to bring out all my freaking hidden poetic files, 
Im putting word ryhme puzzles together like floor tiles 
Im going to do it now not later gator or after while crocodile, 
I got little time in life left on the sun dial, 
I got but few years or even months left before I face my ultimate trial, 
But first Im going to have some fun into the night sun until I get riled, 
But family comes first I must start to think of my own seed, my very own child, 
I got to stop the ways of living stupid like Im out of hand so wild, 
I must drink from the fountain of life like the Egyptians do from the Nile, 
Pull my own way out this ****ing trash, this bull *****pile, 
I got to stay strong in the mean time because everything in life takes a little while,
 Sometimes I dont give a **** about nobody because it feels as if I have nothing to live for, but now I got a child I would die for
 So now I must keep living because if I die I know I would leave behind a child behind that I would cry for,
 I must walk that road less traveled like a car breaking down on the open road still trying to idle,
 Walking amongst greats is going to be my own personal hypo, 
I will walk strong in the days that I die in my last UNSEEN MILES......


Details | Ballad | |

The Alien

The Alien.
                           
"Here's the village Idiot
Here comes the loony fool"
So many taunts did follow him
Oh kids can be so cruel!
The Alien, his face all cowed
With caution treads his way
As the gossip done, invades him every day.

He's a shade too short on mighty brawn
He's a pilgrim of the soul
He's a Sailor floating through his dreams
And he has no worldly goals
And when those kids kicked footy balls
And swore and carried on
The alien got lost  within his own song.

He's been told that he be nothing
By so many through the years
And now his body broken
Still wading in his fears
The wings have made to open up
So the butterfly may rise
And so the mighty Phoenix 
must head he for the skies.

Dec 22 2003.


Details | Narrative | |

Hostile Times II

Hostile Times II
By Nate Spears
	

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

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

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

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


Details | Lyric | |

God Bless The Child

God Bless The Child
By Nate Spears
Published 2013 in “Death OF A Rose” By Nate Spears


God bless the child that see’s no evil
The child that digs within his soul
To survive unpleasing
With pain never easing; just teasing

God bless the child that clashes with the Titans
The child fighting for existence
Steady fighting relentless
Relentlessly, 
Fighting the struggle
For what he believe is nothing
But he’s a child of god
So he’s blessed to be a front man

God bless the child that know not nothing
The child that comes to realize
That help’s not coming
Wondering the streets without a clue
Of what to do
Ignorance is all surrounding
Grief is all around them
Without any signs of peace

God bless the child that you conceive
Give them life
Give the strength
Let them find happiness in a world
Running thin on peace
May God bless
All his wonderful children.


Details | Lyric | |

Coming From Where I'm From

Coming from where I’m from
By Nate Spears
Published 2013 in “Death OF A Rose” By Nate Spears


Coming from where I’m from
Every day is a battle to survive 
War is in session 
Right before our eyes

Each day we battle lessons
Just to be in the running for blessings
Coming from where I’m from
We move rapidly on missions

The dead is alive with every walk of the lifeless 
Limited income withholds wealth
The living is near death
Spirits are stripped of guilt

Coming from where I’m from
Deprived wealth
Creates bad health 
In occurrence to this 
Good feelings are killed


The worst gets exposed 
As times get worse
Financial situations become a disaster
No man on earth can rehearse
 
The world is broken
Hunger brings harm
Coming from where I’m from
Dictatorship is not fond

The environment brings the need to shoot
These activities loosens the roots
We’re grounded by values as thin as a pin
We lose ourselves at falling rates like bowling pens

No free passes
Prisons filled in masses
Separated by classes
Coming from where I’m from.



Details | Narrative | |

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


Details | Ballad | |

Antigone

I am the face of misery
My life, a dissonance of autumn and spring,
The years are written in the same
Lugubrious, nostalgic grey
How can it be the author to blame?
I cannot scream this all away…
Burn nor Bleed this all away…
To Death I am Ordained

Lacuna ever growing
With Velvet sheets of life flowing
Aeons apart of my "royalty"
Under the mask the cannot see...
Can you dispel this tragedy:
Antigone - Epiphany failing

If it must be…
Then just kill me,
(Antigone) sing me out of reality;
I wear this dissonant crown of shame
(Antigone) Of a kingdom's disdain
I hate to be this way... normalcy's bane
(Antigone) Here comes the edict, to blame
The sordid child of Thebes,
This is me,
Antigone

No words of hope
No words of hate
Do I have Lenore to send to me:
The sordid child of Thebes
Caught In the longest nightmare
life - the slowest way to die

I know this is my life 
But I'm not under control
under the mask the will see
Just Another Human

If it must be…
Then just kill me,
(Antigone) sing me out of reality;
I wear this dissonant crown of shame
(Antigone) Of a kingdom's disdain
I hate to be this way... normalcy's bane
(Antigone) Here comes the edict, to blame
The sordid child of Thebes,
This is me,
Antigone

If it must be…
Then just kill me,
(Antigone) sing me out of reality;
I wear this dissonant crown of shame
(Antigone) Of a kingdom's disdain
I hate to be this way... normalcy's bane
(Antigone) Here comes the edict, to blame
The sordid child of Thebes,
This is me,
Antigone

Can you dispel my life; this tragedy?
Can you control the storm in my mind?
I'm asking you: can you rid me
Of The Curse of Antigone?


Details | Free verse | |

Why do We do What we do do do

Where, oh where, is God? 
When will the man child stop …asking why
stop searching [endlessly] for the other, the greater, the bigger
the more glorious presence.

This constant need to see other than oneself as the source.
Even with a brain [and we know Frank Baum has told us 
only STRAW men don’t have brains] we refuse to SEE, 
refuse like a baby forced to eat mashed peas.
We make our children…are we their God’s? Hell no!

We name this Creator… for man is nothing if not a naming being…
[The father says DA..the baby says DA! Daddy says cat, baby says CAT!]
It cannot exist for us without a naming, a judgment, a categorizing..
We cannot GROK it [as Heinlein Christ character, Valentine Michael Smith 
illustrates for us in Stranger in a Strange Land].
For something, someone, has to have made us, yes? no?
Oh yes, and they had to consciously decide to make 
something as marvelously special as us, didn’t they? it?
* Please referr back to verse 2 line 5.

Where oh where is God? When will the man child stop,
stop searching for the teat, stop the blame game,
accept the responsibility for fouling His own nest.

Why does God have to look like us? 
Does everything we create look like us? [The light bulb, the car? poo?]
Does that mean there is NO prime genitor if He/she/it doesn’t look like us?
Wait..wait..all of Creation manifests differently, eco systems need diversity to
maintain homeostasis! 
Yet we bawl…like babies..WHY are You killing me!
Why must I die? What mutant child have you given me 
this spawn of Satan! 

This prime genitor, this God, this be all, end all, know all, BEING,
this omnipotent source either is outside or us? or inside of us?
or we are inside of it? And if it knows us not …
If like the amoeba, it simply divides to exist, absorbs to exist, excretes to exist.
Why do we insist on worshiping it? Does it Know us?
Does it know all of its creations including man?
Is it an active participant in its own creations?
Refer to the book of life, the planet earth, the solar system,
the structure of an atom …
Use the brain you were given 
for YOU are not a Straw Man.



Details | Sonnet | |

Megan's Hit

        MEGAN'S HIT
There on the deck, I took a practice swing
tormented in the possiblity--
then hope was dashed--I found no hope to bring
up to the plate, when Ump cried out, "Strike 3!"
I was the last to bat--in this last game--
just oh for three, my record said it all!
And in the dugout, faces all the same,
the looks of gloom! Just waiting for my fall!
I took my place, right up there to the plate.
Out on the mound, the picher grinned at me--
as if he hoped to make my swinging late,
or throw me one--I couldn't even see!
    He'd walked a batter, waiting on first base,
    to tie the score, if we'd get in the race!

                    II.

"No girl can hit!" I heard the catcher call,
and echoed from the bleachers was the same,
we made our stands, the umpire cried "Play ball!"
and then I vowed to get us in the game!
I gripped the bat, the windup came too fast!
As did the ball, but where it should have been!
"Strike one!" the umpire yelled at last--
The fastest ball that I have ever seen!
"She'll never swing!" the catchers words for me--
then threw the ball out to the pichers hand!
While out on first, my runner waits to see
if I can swing, or only make a stand!
   Right in my face--the picher scouled a bit--
   while I choked up--and readied for a hit!
   
                   III.

All set to hit--I made it then my dream!
and came the ball--I could not swing at that!
"Strike twoooo!" the umpire made it scream,
then said to me, "You've got to swing the bat!"
The bat it weighed a hundred pounds or so;
"She'll never swing," the pichers eyes did say,
With that he gave his very best, I know!
I glued my eyes--as it screamed straight my way!
I never saw the hitting of the ball!
but won't forget the cracking sound of it!
Nor know again the feeling of it all
of this my very most important hit!
   The sound it made--that ev'ryone could hear--
   a batters dream--but pichers' greatest fear!

                   IV.

The ball soared hard and high past second base!
then seemed to drop so slowly from above,
as quick as I could get us in the race,
I watched it bounce right off the fielders glove!
The tying run was just ahead of me!
Ole "Never-Steal" now ran like not before!
And right behind, fast as my feet could be 
I gave my best! And then I gave some more!
The crowd gave out the seasons wildest plea!
As I yelled to the runner just ahead,
with all the grit that I could find in me,
"I'm going in! And if you stop--you're dead!"
   Ole "Never Steal" was giving all he could
   and on his heels--I made my promise good!

                V.

We saw the ball come by as rounding third!
Not once a hesitation in it all--
and as the umpire watched without a word--
he swept his arms, to make the tying call!
The score was tied--third baseman set to throw--
now ready at home plate, the catcher stood--
and through it all--my only thought was GO!
but if I did--I'd have to make it good!
I knew the ball was thrown down to home plate!
The catcher poised, and glued where he should be!
I had to slide, and heard the ball hit late!
"She's SAFE! She's SAFE!" my Daddy yelled to me! 
    Now layed to rest--our coaches greatest fear--
    the only game we won--throughout the year!
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet


Details | Light Poetry | |

Three poems for the price of one Sale ends soon

Three times Nero sang
Three times the violins played
Three times I traveled far
The fourth time I wrote three poems


A Tree

Autumn
A lonely tree
Leaves have all fallen
A tree with tears
One for each year
A thousand years
Winter rides upon the wind
A time when all sadness sleeps
In the coldness this tree still weeps
The tree of life
In sadness sleeps


A Child

Autumn
A lonely child
He walks in autumn’s breeze
And dreams as all infants do
A thousand dreams for every thought
He wanders absently in the park
He hopes for a life of no tears and love
He offers a smile, but walks in loneliness fear
In the distance, a tree, a man beneath
He knew the smile was for all three


Buddha's Autumn

Buddha sat under a tree
All the leaves have fallen
A tree with tears
A tear fell upon Buddha’s head
A raindrop from the heavens he thought
From deep in contemplations
A smile appeared
A child in the park, happened by
Lost in lonely dreams
He saw a man under a tree, Smiling



An OmbuTree is wise
A child is innocent
A man chooses to smile


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Unknown

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

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

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

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

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

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


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Silly Girl

Seething sounds of laughter,
escape her soft, gentle lips –
Teasing trickery thereafter,
as her beauty abruptly slips.

Vainly seeking redemption,
now lost within a cruel night – 
insecurely pursuing an answer,
deeply  buried within delight.

Exposing uncertain secrets,
once submerged within a tide – 
projecting strength and purity,
her weakness she tries to hide.

Vanity consumes her visions,
devouring her foolish dreams – 
succumbing to the realization,
life is not all what it seems.

What a silly, naïve child she is,
believing there’s good in all you see….
What an embarrassment to her vanity,
that silly, naïve child inside of me.


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My Story Telling Who is this Princes

The night air made her feel tired
As she looked out side all the fences were wired
In the distance she hears crowds yelling
As she was to young to know they were rebelling
Father she asked where are we going?
Mother said to keep quiet and keep walking

Mother yelled in the night air
Father gave out a blank stare
They yelled run my princess run as far as you can
As that moment past her little feet pushed off and she ran
She ran to the nearest bushes and crawled into it to hide
She never smelled the air before as if someone just had died

As she lay on the ground under a bush she heard 
A loud yell in the distance almost to absurd
My name is Angelica, I am just a young girl who does not know 
Angelica just wants to live her life with help to grow
Angelica did not know what just happened she notice a figure in the distance
A little person just like her, a strong but gentle presence

Angelica saw the people who were shouting run off toward the voice
She was scared and she knew that she had to make a choice
Angelica fragile state was so confused and lost
She knew it will take burden on her at a cost
But in that moment of quietness a young but strong voice called out
Can you trust me just because? will you come with me with no doubt

My Story Telling  Together In A Strange World


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Rising From The Ashes

There’s a Child in every Woman that emerges now and then
Together they reverse Time from Now to Way Back When
The Child and Woman search for the Child’s place in Time
When the Child not yet a Woman lived a life that didn’t rhyme
Childhood barely started, cruelly faulted, abruptly halted
Childhood denied, deprived and criminally assaulted.
A lonely, battered Child, isolated in her fears
Crying only inner tears during those long and joyless years
The Child’s life fragmented and became emotionally forlorn
Influencing the Woman as she was later being formed.

Time heals all wounds it is written and said
But memories are forever despite what’s heard or read
Painful memories surface without reason or design
Like road signs in reverse as the Child’s life unwinds
Memories take root as the Child takes on grime
A Child abused and stained
An Innocent, cruelly used and shamed.

The Child (now Woman) affirm each other’s core
Bringing healing closer to forever, seeking forevermore
Can a life so tainted, incinerated and deprived
Rise from the ashes to acquire the value to revive?
First Child, then Woman were determined to survive
Forgiveness shared the path they tread to keep themselves alive
Life shouldn’t focus on evil, they learned, or on whom to blame
Life isn’t to squander as if playing a meaningless game
Do not feel pity for that Child or the Woman she became
Celebrate instead their survival as they celebrate the same.



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Physically and Mentally Abuse

I was born in a world of poverty and soiled life of a third world country
The way I lived till I was five years of age was walls of boundary
These walls had towers of guards that had no heart or care
If a child would try to climb the wall they lose their life I swear

Father had drank and threatened my mother with a knife
My father lost his job and wife and that was the hardship of life
He stopped my mother from taking off with me in her arm
Hoping that my father would ignore and left me be with no harm

When my father went off to drink one night and came home with rage
My brothers stood by my crib and took a beating that set up the next stage
My father had woken up to three scared children half starved and in pain
His final words as he walk away from the orphanage gate live life do not go insane

I was still a baby in the orphanage; the caretakers did not really care about the babies
They stole items and materials those wicked men and maternal evil ladies
They starved all the babies because it cost a lot to keep them alive
As a child of that age I could feel the sins and greed that gave out bad vibes

I was ignorant about what I drank and ate, as I see white maggots move in my bottle
As I see them move I thought about how they were playing and some were hostel
They ate each other to keep each other alive in a manner that took me by surprise
In the back round I hear others throwing things with sounds of painful cries

I got very strong at a young age I was able to start pulling myself up over the cage
My feelings were to see my brothers with strong lungs that I cried out of rage
My two brothers came to see me and sneak food into my crib
The caretaker would find the food in my hands as they grabbed it and hit me on my ribs

As painful as it was I kept eating the food with blood in my mouth as it was instinct
I sometimes laid in my crib dazed and confused with smell of death so distinct
With all my might I kept myself strong and climb the small wall
I finally was old enough to get out of the building and I could hear my brothers call

With tears of joy with short legs that ran as fast as my heart
I ran to my brothers arms and held their hands to have a new start
I grew stronger everyday but more things came into my life in a manner of dismay
If my brothers stay by my side I could smile and everyday their would be okay



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THE SWEETEST HOPES


                                The Sweetest Hopes

                  The tiny infant sprawls midst tubes and wires
                  In shock I kiss a breath on fairy toes 
                  His life becomes my fervent most desire
                  And with each moment love within me grows
                  Oh tiny soul, my darling only son
                  I will exchange with joy my life for yours
                  A gift of life I’ll give to know you run
                  Become a wanderer to distant shores
                  Perhaps a watcher of the unknown skies
                  Or young philosopher at Plato’s knee
                  Or struggling artist without fame or prize
                  Little one-- 'tis all the same to me
                      I make no sound when dreaded silence falls
                      A tragic ending needs no curtain calls


Dec 10, 2012


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Life

The unrealistic acts we put on to manipulate one another, living and sleeping with active minds. The act of evil smelling over the surrounding, guilt brightly sparkling on our visages without pardon we step on one another. Our beautiful, merry and precious planet loosing its sense of beauty in an inadequate manner but still we cannot see what our lives are seeking for. We need love and understanding we need one another for a better living. Let’s start from a good angle to land on a better scale it’s for our own benefit…The world is our world but does not belong to us, as we are here for a reason to also always have in mind that we all going to depart one day. What’s the hatred for those it worth it? Literately lost and mislead but physically hurt, its see able that we are leading our lives to what we don’t want hurting one another for no basic reason. It’s seen at a certain point that we sometimes wished to know how is it like after life but the reality is death

The ways of life are beyond the sound of the tongue, harder and softer than what is seen and felt. Life took its birth through pain It’s the pain, which gave birth to beautiful  creations. Life is incomplete, without the pain since, the pain teaches to actually accept, the pain with a joy as the longer we deny the existence of pain, love shall not behold. depressing it is, to deny existence of pain as the pain actually gave birth to life. Life, which is in a soul, comes through pain and agony , which is the true meaning of life. What we feel is not what we know and what we know endured to what is to come.

Sad it is that nothing seems right but why? once memories of the past sorrowful invade. When it all retaliated to nightmares and hollow, just then when the sound rhythm to a melody of nausea. Reality, justice, happy living known spoken but not valued. Too much expectation can lead to self-destruction, vandalism, greed and temptations. Life is a lession to be learned, as love implies.

In belief that religion took stand in order to complete missing pieces of all acts towards faith for worship of anything that was considered superior to understand. The belief of a religion consisted of trying to appease and show royalty to the Supreme Being. This resulted in performing rituals and keeping traditions to earn goodness. Such has been maintained to establish courage in result towards self-confidence. Today as we are still on the merge of our great ancestors these has become a chronicle that we have learned to respect and follow throughout our livings. Which moralities appeal the governing of human affairs. We have pledge to its Conscientiousness in order to show respect to its origins. This as well signifies a particular clan that shares one mind towards their belief. Humanity found its stand. 
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Idella's Gift

There are smells and sights and tastes which always remind 
of Grandma with her rows of flowers bright,
the red of poppy the gladiolas white, the blue of spring violets vain 
the scent of lilacs in the air and pine needles in the mix.   
Sometimes too, the memory of her sweet breath does rise 
of Black Jack gum or peppermint and all those summer times.

The search for new spout dandelions the mushrooms other times
And summer’s end brought black blue teeth a blueberry’s remind.
We’d dig for bait with cans of tin, Idella, grandma mine, and rise
from ‘neath the patched quilts of calico so bright.
By chance to fish within the stream, trout in our breakfast mix
along with silly shaped pancakes so placed on china vain.

The beauty of her sky blues eyes never was so vain
that wisps of salt and pepper hair gave time
its only claim. To rise like yeast a child within this mix
to hear a bark of terrier and feel Babe’s tongue remind
of childhood days a Grandma’s house. Idella our bright
find. Take those blessed tender hands and rise

Touch childhood cheek like dough of white and rise
have no dark dwelling thoughts of blue blood in the vein
the thinness of her fragile skin the dimmed light so bright
just remember love full of the better times.
And with the scent of venison and sizzling pans remind
laced with home made butter, fried onions in the mix.

How had Idella’s loveliness from German bloodlines mixed
together with the stalwart Grandpa Trussell’s rise
to birth the lively bunch of child my Mom’s remind?
When in the dark of night the rush of red rolls through my vein
mind light flies and flickers like the candle flame of time
and I return on winged horse within a dream so bright.

Smell the wood smoke from the stove caste iron bright.
See the siblings teasing cat and dog within the mix.
The mantle clock’s brass pendulum sings in time.
Hear the winter wind blow through the rafter’s rise
like tucked in chicks the storms blew all in vain,
now only grand kids live these tales and do remind.

Always in the darkest times I think of my Idella bright
and Gram reminds me of both joy and sorrow’s mix
soon like the wind on weathervane I'll rise to heaven and her kiss.




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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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The River home

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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Work

Work.
Toil.
The pain I put in the ground.
For such a precious thing.
Corn. 
The family enjoys their meal.
They plant their leftover kernels.
And wait for me to tend to them.
Work. 
An endless cycle in which happiness is born.


©Demand4poetry
21 February 2013


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Space-Love

Let's escape to space
& Leave the human race 

Space-love a new awesomeness
Forget the life & the gloominess

Kiss me, because I care
Even thought the life is unfair

I want to be a space-lover
Love you now, tomorrow & forever

Lest Live in a house made of stars
& drive spaceship instead of cars 

We feel the space-love in moon
I'll be yours, you'll be mine so soon

Galaxy, universe, stars & limitless
Screw the world, we found happiness.


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My Best Friend

My best friend
Is your best friend too!
He died for me;
He died for you!


Details | I do not know? | |

'Give me drink, rest, and solitude'

Give me drink, rest, and solitude--
these are all the things I long for.
Give me as well your finest food
and I'll ask of you, lass, no more!

My bonnie lass, what's the matter--
why are you all sorry and alone?
Don't be sad because you're fatter
than most, lass, for love loves its own.

Sweet lass, I'll tell you a secret.
If I were a young lad again,
I'd pursue you without regret!
But as I am three-score and ten

years old, indeed, I can never
be the youthful lad you most need.
But your pain won't be for ever:
for your heart will refuse to bleed.




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Missing Children

When children are taken from your life,
It is very devastating in so many ways to us all,
Some people say it is your fault,
To have the problems you have,
You have caused the distruction,
Of your own family in so many ways,
And you need to start making your own,
Correct choices in life to straighten things out,
For maybe then your children will,
Return back to you at your home where they belong,
For you to love and watch them grow,
So take things day by day,
And try to correct the steps you have made,
To where you can complete each task there is,
To bring your precious children back home,
To where they belong for you to love and charish them,
As a mother and father should,
Holding them each day they need you,
So you never get forgotten,
Each and every day of their wonderful lives.


Details | Suzette Prime | |

moments to reflect

										12/10/2012
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As I look up into the night sky, oh what a beautiful sight the stars shining so bright. I think about my Lord and my heart swells and fills with so much joy that the Father of all created such wonders in the heavens above.
This cause me to reflect upon my existence on this earth, why was I given birth, what is my purpose on this earth? These questions laid profoundly on my mind and brought tear to my eyes.
I got down on my knees and ask my Lord please explain it to me. From my heart came pouring out all of my thoughts along with all of my doubts.
To my lord I did say, what is it that you want from me for I do the things that I do not want to do, and the things that I want to do, I cannot seem to do, why am I such a fool?
What is wrong seems so right and doing what is right is so hard for me to do, am hurting so deep within all I want is this pain to end.
My life is filled with so many ups and down I cannot keep my feet on solid ground. I feel like am on a rollercoaster and it headed straight to hell.
Then as the tears began to fall and my heart started to break all of a sudden I felt this warm embraces I have never in life expedited such love, such comfort and suddenly all my pain was gone and I heard the angels singing a wonderful song and in my mind eye I could see my Lord and savior sitting on His throne.
He smile and said to me , life is worth livening this is why it was given trails and tribulation are just part of the deal and I know that this is a bitter pill .
It in your nature to sin my child but this you can end if you walk in the light and let me come in.
My yoke is easy and I make your burdens light so just ask me to forgive you of your sins for with me in your comer this fight you will win then you will be heaven bound... The guide if you decide to be at my side is written in my living words.
Read them and heed them and satan will frown and you will no longer be hell bound.
Then the Lord said to me , I tell you this my little lamb,  I Am, I Am and I came into this world a long time ago. My Father sent me to earth to show His child the way. I became a living sacrifice and paid a debt that was not mine. So that you might find your way home and be by my side. Rejoice; rejoice all is not lost,
If you think that the star in the heavens are a wonderful sight; you now see what {I see when I created thee. My love has no boundaries it all for the asking if you put your faith in me. Trust me with all of your heart and in this you will find the ultimate peace of mind. Bless you my little lamb your time was well spent praying to upon your knees. The seed has been planted and I will harvest the crops and separate the wheat from the weeds and cast them they into the lake of fire where them will suffer for all eternity 													
												


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When Grandma takes me to the park

When Grandma takes me to the park!
By Kim Mosteiro
I love when my grandma comes and picks me up to go to the park. We ride in
grandmas car to the park; and grandma sometimes stops on the way and we get ice
cream.......
I like sliding down the slide; grandma waits at the bottom and catches me, or
sometimes she will slide down with me. One day I was swinging, and grandma
pushed me way high, I flew as high as the birds do, it was so much fun!
Grandma taught me how to climb a tree, just like she did when she was little, and
climbed her grandma's tree, to pick apricots for her Grandma's pies! Grandma
pushes me real fast on the merry-go-round; I go round and round and round and it
makes my head dizzy, and then I spin around just like the merry-go-round.
One day we saw a butterfly, it was blue and brown; I chased it and tried to catch
it but it got away. Grandma told me that every time I saw a butterfly, it would
mean that she was thinking about me; and she gave me a kiss and said that's what
it would feel like if a butterfly landed on my nose and kissed me!
But there was one day when Grandma took me to the park and I saw a snake, it
was scary when he shook his tail and it rattled. Grandma said I am to never go
near one and try to pick it up because it can hurt me, it's not like a butterfly. A
snake will bite you and make you sick Grandma says, so I will only chase butterfly's
not snakes.
I can't wait to go to the park again and see what new adventure Grandma and I
will go on.
“Dedicated to my Grandchildren: ADAM, ROSIE, SERENA


Details | Ballad | |

The toy collector

Toy collector:

He holds the bear gently in his old wrinkled hands as he gazes into its kind beaded eyes. The toy collector sees love lined in its double stitches and his childhood in the busted toys smile.

There stitched in black thread he can hear the sound of a child laughter, happiness, and growth reviving his memory of youth, like a jolt of life to an empty vein.

The years have passed freely, almost fleeting by. He had no more time to play in grassy school yards or hide from girls wearing satin dress, he had to grow up. The boy eventually turned into a man and was forced to pack away his toys regrettably into a wooden box.

There they sat in the attic awaiting the return of their beloved friend while he aged slowly into an adult.

High school came and went, college, even marriage but unfortunately he was never blessed with his own child. No one to share in the lined pleats of his own childhood. All of this he now recognizes in the bears sandy eyes.

The toy collector hands his most prized procession to his wife, a dazed look covering his forlorn face. 

She takes his withered hand and speaks gently in his ear.
“All the memories in the world could never replace the love between a man and his bear.”

“Yes, but even the toy collector eventually grows to old and must let go.”
He replies in woe.

His thin lips force a smile as he repacks the boxes that escaped him long ago and in the early morn of the next day he patently sits alone outside for a bus to come.

The driver honks her horn and greats him with a warming smile.
“Are all of these toys for our orphanage?”

The toy collector regrettably nods.
“Things have been pretty rough but this will surly lift there sprits up.”
She confesses as she gently grabs a random box.

As she stacks them one by on into the now cluttered van his bear falls onto the pavement below.

Unable to pick it up he wrinkles his brow with great sadness.
Suddenly the passenger door opens revealing the face of a young girl and as she draws near she extends her hand and clutches the bear.

“Did you find a friend little Lou?”

His heart melts as she kisses the teddy gently then smiles.
“thank you.”
The child coos softly.

The toy collector lives in the toys he collects, but the man lives forever in the bear the child now possesses.






























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Haunted

On Memorial Day I am haunted and flooded with so much grief.
My Mother lies next to my Grandmother and they next to my Great Aunt.
My Fathers name is there, too, but blessedly he’s not there yet.
Such great memories are restored as I look at each stone.
Once again I’m a rambling child with no kids of my own.
I remember the safety they afforded me, and all the treats and their love.
All their little sacrifices they gave, when I was still too young to know.
Why did I chase after a kitten when Grandma was so close by my side?
A simple tug on her skirt and she would of hugged me and smiled with pride.
Why was I discovering butterflies, when my Great Aunt was close there too?
She made the best pies EVER from scratch while I played in another room.
Why did I take Mom for granted… when as a child she gave me so much?
What I wouldn’t give for her gentle touch… and another soothing hug…
And Grandpa lies by Grandma… he was always repairing something or by her side.
And now there are all my aunts, uncles, and cousins that are all scattered around. 
They made Christmas my favorite time as their talk and laughter rang out.
They’d laugh, talk, and enjoy each other’s company, as I’m sure now they do.
I can’t imagine them in any other way, than at my Grandma’s on those wonderful 
days.
We’d sit down to a holiday feast with everyone all around and it all seemed like play.
Were they then thinking of others that they knew from long ago?

As I walk around the graveyard picking out old friends, I remember their wistful 
looks…
They did the same each year, as they talked about the past even back then.
Perhaps its time my stone goes there, though I’ve a few more years to go.
That will help my children when it’s also my time to go…
And surprisingly it makes me feel I’m not leaving the older family alone.
It’s like a kiss, and a tug on a skirt to leave that something behind.
It’s a promise… they’ll be remembered until it too, is my time…
Until then I’ll bring my children and tell stories from long ago…
One day a year can’t be too much since it’s memories that I bestow. 
And they all simply add up to the life that I have known.


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Inevitable Bear

Oh lonely Inevitable Bear,
Padding claws, death in white
Sorrow in recurring nightmare
Instinct’s test; fight or flight?

Camouflage against the fence,
A challenge; my subconscious fear
Ominous slowly moving silence,
“Let me in, there’s a bear out here!”


Details | ABC | |

The Alligator Poem

I was asked why I don’t pet alligators
Well, I replied
I petted one once
I petted one twice
Now I may need a hand



( The ABC's of what not to do )


Details | Couplet | |

The Circle is Round

The morning was dark when I first held my newborn son
The tears overwhelmed as smiles did break my mouth
Proud was I this gift of such loving grace
Proud this little man would some day soon say my name

He peed in my face the first time I changed his diaper
He kept me up while restful sleep avadded the darkening hours
Countless dollars to feed clothe and sitter
The bathing the changings the illnesses all did mattered

A little man did my son grow to be 
He fit just perfect upon my hurt knee
We patty-caked rode the horsey and sang Jesus Love Me
For I was his hero when he became three

I carried him to school that first day
I shared in his life and encouraged the right way
We discovered sports but his interest did fade
He wanted music- music he could play

He broke my heart on several occasions 
His fight at school a pitiful grade a call from the police at three
A father first is tuff for I loved him so
He did correct his misdeeds as I watched him grow

As for this day- particular indeed it is to me
My grown up son still hugs on me
In his straight forward manner he sat me down
I am getting married  were the words which made me smile

This morning is still dark when I did open my eyes
I took to recalling the years of raising my child
It is life as I have realized the circle is round
Hopefully a grandson will soon be found


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Champion

We walk talk like champions in the streets of nowhere planting seeds birthdays turn into funerals the life cement was not strong enough to build our hopes or blessings that petrol drive through our hidden abilities we all have spare wheels that God personally manufactured for us and He made education our only air filler for flat tires and this is why we don't stop and breath on our way to our dreams before we get admired right at this moment sum1 is getting cured through the love of spoken worded words laying clear pictures and he could name us life pitchers with endless scriptures and that's for his ears as he turns to be the world's champion


Details | Rhyme | |

My Wish For You

I just want you to be a good person
To love the world and everyone in it
I want you to see others grief and their pain
And be thandful for what God has laid on your plate
I want you to want to help all who's in need
To love with all your heart,
And keep your brain on a leash
Be caring and giving and have empathy
Look to the sky and feel small and humble
I hope you persevere through stormy weather
And when the sun’s out don’t take it for granted
Love God in the valley as well on the mountain
I want you to be a good person, you see
Give all you’ve got to this world while you’re here
May people remember you by your goodness and cheer
Know that money isn’t everything, that love is all you need
I hope when you listen to music, beauty does exceed 
Don’t pass up a masterpiece without an amazement glare
Travel around the world appreciating all that is out there
Don’t let greed, pride and jealousy be at your side
Give a helping hand; keep a smile on your face
And in time when you get lemons…I hope you look the other way


Details | Tetractys | |

Progeria

Progeria 

No one knows what to do
But to stare and be rude
When a child of four is old

They just stand there and stare
Without any care
And the child suffers the stranger’s cold

And Life may not seem fair
When a girl has no hair
Like I said, she’s only four

But she takes it in stride
And has nothing to hide
It is the stranger that is poor

So no matter the eyes
That continually spy
Into her daily play

She is the purest gold
For me to hold
And I’ll love her everyday!


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Captcha WHA6

When I was only five
Heard mommy always's say
Angel  keep being naughty and you won't make it to
6




Entry for Adam Hapworth's
Captcha Acrostic Contest
G.L. All



Details | Concrete | |

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.


Details | Sonnet | |

The Visit

.
She quietly slipped into his room
There he lay very proud and arrogant 
Who had held a gun to her child's head_ "boom", 
He would say_Satan his  assistant

He would tell her child that he would kill her
And he would kill her beloved family
She could not know that this would not occur
The child lived for eighteen years anxiously

How can one forgive heinous offense
Committed against a child that is loved
Only through God forgiveness for events
God forgave without Him she would be unloved

She asked him if he needed anything
Promised to visit while inside screaming


Finis'

Our ex-son-in-law is in a nursing home now in the last stages of Huntington's Disease
We think that he was abusive because of the illness but don't know for sure..
Our daughter divorced him and remarried to a man who is treating her good...


Details | Haiku | |

What People Were and What People Are

People were
Many things.
Strange or not

People were
Different and
Odd and fun.

People were
Monsters but…
That’s not all

People were
And still are
Strange and odd.

People are
People. For
life is life. 

Yet not.
Not is lies.
Truth seeps from

Every mouth
Lies, lies, lies
Move, move, move

But somehow
Lies prevail.
Lies are life.

Lies are death.
Lies are homes.
Lies are pain.

Lies are truth.
Yet somehow.
Truth prevails.

Truth is life.
Truth is death.
Truth is home.

Truth is pain.
Truth is lie.
Truth is that.

Lies will die.
Lies will cease.
Nevermore.

Truth will live.
Truth will be.
Forever.


Details | Free verse | |

Lost Days Of September

The lost days of September are the ones I can't forget. Some of them were happy, yet " others were sad. Still, those lost days keep coming back. It happened many years ago, when I was still very young. I remember being in love. I thought life was sweet and the world was mine. Everything was going good. Everything was beautiful. I used to be happy, but time don't stop. September was over and I found myself being alone. Sometime in October - I found out that I was going to be a mother. It was something I didn't expect, but I accepted. I use to wonder - what happened? I don't know, but each year in September, those lost days keep coming back to me. I was left alone to raise my child and the years passed. Now in my twilight years, my child is grown and I am here with my memories. Each year when Fall is about to start, those lost days of September keep coming back to my mind. It was in those days of September that my daughter was concieved...
09/06/2012 Written by Lucilla M. Carrillo comments: Just a little something about my life.


Details | Quatrain | |

Lifting Me Up

My heart is on Your shoulders,
And You are lifting me up.
With every spoken tender gesture,
I fall a little farther in love.


Details | Ballad | |

My Gull Wheels On

As a child empowered by youth, 
All is wonder, 
All is truth, 

Faith projecting as a wake, 
A child of God, 
Runs free these days, 

Oh Lord, I have been so blessed, 
To know your love, 
Feel your caress, 

Now I watch as the children play, 
And loving tears swell, 
...Thank you for this day. 

To feel the warm sun, wind and sand, 
A glorious gift, 
A glorious plan, 

Watch the seagulls as they wheel and dive, 
Searching for scraps, 
Screeching in delight, 

Never do they question - nor do they ask, 
For more than they need, 
Or more than they have, 

And in this spirit so free and strong, 
I live, learn and love, 
As my gull wheels on!

My Gull Wheels On
aka Michael Wilson


Details | Light Poetry | |

Fatherless Child

There once was a day I would watch every airplane.
Praying you was on it to come take me away.
As a child I wanted you around until the day, you actually came.
The day you came is the day my life forever changed.
I remember as if it was yesterday when you physically violated me.
Mental visions as early as the age of eight, but old enough to vociferate.
Visualizing mental pictures in my mind while I am awake very aware of the improper abuse I take.
Your body on me feels something like an autopsy of a dead body.
While you lay on top of me as you press aggressively on me.
Against my will your force kept me still.
I am trying to understand if you recognize who I am.
I try to say no hoping you can comprehend; I am weakling as you apprehend.
Mentally and physically I became involuntarily your property. 
A main character in a horror story, and you were my predatory.
I asked “God why?” as I bare to stare into his eyes.
This is not thee love I seek; all I wanted was my father to love me, but not like this injustice of violation of my rights.
This love is not real; not the love I wished to feel.
As he tries to stick his tongue into my mouth too young to know what this is all about.
I grip my lips painfully tight as he tries to slip his tongue inside.
I close them tighter with all my might, as he whispers, “let me love you right” 
I beg him to leave as he pried my legs open with his knees my insides scream “somebody please help me!”
As he whispers how much he loves me I’m praying for God to just kill me.
I rather be dead then a man’s punching bag.
As I lay there my body was dead, and I laid my soul to rest.
I looked around the room and seen the Old Spice on the desk the same fragrance he wore around his neck.
The sun began to rise as he began to close my thighs.
In that moment in time I had made up my mind any man that ever say they love me was just telling lies.
I learned the hard way that love does not kill your inside; love does not take your pride.
A fatherless child I shall forever reside.
Every day that passes that little eight-year-old girl dies slowly inside.
Asking Jesus,” Why permit this?” and he slowly whispers…as I gently whimpers, “faith is the light that guide you through the darkness, my words reflecting as a lamp unto my feet.”
“Walk unto my path I’m here to carry the weak, come into me you are weary and overburdened. I will carry the pain you have obtained.”
“I am your father and you are my child you are never fatherless because I’m always around.”


Details | Free verse | |

Have You Ever Read

Dedicated to an author by the name of William Golding... Enjoy!!!


~Two boys meet on an island
~~One is skin 'n bones
~~~The other one is chubby

They discover a lagoon~
Ralph teases him by calling~~
him "Piggy" -  how mean!!~~~

Piggy asks him if
There are other people on 
The island with 'em

He has no clue
But this'll answer Piggy's question --
Other boys appear - 
All diverse shapes and sizes
What'll happen next??

You'll see...

Have you ever read The Lord of the Flies?
I recommend it if yah haven't read it yet - I must admit
It's a book full of adult words and it's simply...FASCINATING! - no lies
You should read it - or you'll regret it!



Details | Free verse | |

Fathers

               
                                                       Fathers
                                  Fathers have to learn, so they practice
                                                on their first child.
                                From the first bottle to the first diaper change
                                              to all the sleepless nights.

                                The first 'daddy' said by their precious child will
                                     be forever etched in their mind and heart.

                                  All the big events in the child's life is like a story
                                                   that is stored in your soul.

                                  Down the road of life there will be many days of 
                                      pleasure given to child and Father to share,
                                     so keep the book open in your mind to write
                                                           it all down.

                                  As one day the child turns into a friend and a
                                       person , grown with a life all their own.



                                                  Anne Rutherford
                                                   Copyright 2008
                                               Treasured Baby Series

 


Details | Terza Rima | |

Aristocratic Child

Beyond the hills White Mountains course the sky.
And reaches up to heaven it beseems.
In powder blue the fluffy clouds float by.

Oh, little child, who innocently dreams.
True beauty standing gracefully upright,
Adorned in velvet kissed by satin sheens.

With ribbons, flowers, laced with pearly white.
The hat she wears boasts eloquent designs.
A picture perfect child to bring delight 

Her shaggy little dog whom never whines.
With faultless manners always sitting near.
Oblivious is he to her bloodlines.

Aristocratic child in her own sphere
Imagined she was riding with her prince.
Enjoying whims and dreams without veneer.

She happily lived hoping ever since.

© February 16, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

Posted for Brian Strand’s Contest:
SUIT YOURSELF any theme/any form max 16 lines


Details | Villanelle | |

Childhood

She has seen things in her life
That no child should have seen
Like powder on the edge of a knife

As mother inhales happiness and exhales strife
The frail child watches those eyes begin to gleam
She has seen things in her life

One the mother was a wife
But once father left mother started to lean
Towards powder on the edge of a knife

Mothers prized possession is that knife
Carefully hidden under the bed an wrapped in jean
She has seen things in her life

Once her father took brothers life
And the recurring losing theme
Led her to powder on the edge of a knife

Now daughter also experiences stffe 
Growing into a fragile teen
She has seen things in her life
Like powder on the edge of a knife 


Details | Quatrain | |

Fallen Victim

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


Details | Prose | |

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


Details | Free verse | |

Lucinda

Her name is Lucinda, a mere child, just turned fourteen
This hapless woman child, born of the blood of many lands
Conceived of youthful passion, in a moment of youthful lust  
She arrived unplanned, unwanted and unloved, as no child ever should
Like you and I she has her hopes, her dreams, her needs and her plans
Here before us stands, this lovely child on the cusp of a blossoming womanhood
Abandoned by those who should care but who are oblivious to
Her wants, her needs, her dreams
Cast to the hands of fate to drift alone upon these savage streets, alone to face the night
You know they found her early Sunday morning, at early morning light
Lying silently in the crimson blood, the blood that once had held her precious life
Her name was Lucinda, a mere child, a lovely child, just turned fourteen
Cry a tear for her, SCREAM.


Details | Free verse | |

In My Community

Our Ancestors fought to the death,
Just so we can live a brighter day,
So before you light up that blunt of meth,
Think about what you’re giving away,
It was a glad day in history when Obama rose to victory,
The first black president was all we knew,
Dark skin is in!
Haven’t you heard?
That even in our community, 
You can get burned,
It’s a sad day when people would rather stay home and “Crank That Amber Cole”,
Than get up and run to a poll,
In our community,
Rockin’ Luis V is better than having a college degree,
And teen pregnancy is not only a trend,
But the single motherhood that follows should end,
Young girls learn of a wonderful prince to take them away,
Nothing should change thought their mothers prince didn’t stay,
And as the tears fade away,
She grows stronger every day,
In our community,
Fighting is no longer a word,
You argue with someone and shots are heard,
Girls showing places the sun don’t show,
So how do they expect the community to grow?
Where love is a figment of imagination,
Making a young child question her creation,
Young mothers would rather buy the iPhone 5,
Then satisfy her baby’s cries,
While her new man’s eye,
Wander up another girl’s thighs,
In our community,
Where #team dark skin vs #team light skin,
Makes others not love the skin they’re in,
Love, lust, hate, and trust,
Giving a rose on Valentine’s Day is no longer a must, 
Where bad is good and good is bad,
Who would think to see their grandmother sad?
Her hurt and pain,
Shows how our community has lost everything her parents fought to gain.


Details | I do not know? | |

How??

How is a child suppose to succeed, 
if you're not there when he is in need? 

How is a child who father claims that he is always too busy,
trying to get through life that is not that easy.

How is a child that is mostly abused,
really knows how it is to feels not to be used? 

How is a child that cries at night,
knows when to smile when he sees that true light?

How is a child who no longer wants to live,
will know all the good things that life has to offer him, if he did?

So little answers, too many questions,
So why do we take the time to ask them?



Details | Epic | |

LOVE AND HATE

                                    LOVE AND HATE

LIKE A WIRE,
ONE POSITIVE ,
ANOTHER NAGETIVE,


LIKE A SWORD,
SHARP IN BOTH SIDES,
ONE ATTACKING,
ANOTHER PROTECTING,


LIKE AN ELEPHANT STRUCK,
BOTH ARE BOND LIKE,
THEY ARE TOGETHER IN BETWEEN A SPACE,
ON THE SAME FACE,


LIKE POLITICS,
ONE IMPOSEING,
ANOTHER OPPOSEING,


LIKE A JUNGLE,
ONE HUNTING,
ANOTHER SACRIFICING


LIKE A PHILOSOPHY
ONE INSPIREING,
ANOTHER MANIPULATING,


LIKE A LOGIC,
ONE IDENTIFYING,
ANOTHER ISOLATING


LIKE A GAME,
ONE A WINNER,
ANOTHER A LOSER,


LIKE A DOOR,
ONE OPEN,
ANOTHER CLOSE,


LIKE A FOREST
ONE WILD,
ANOTHER DOMESTIC,


LIKE LIFE,
SOME LOVEING,
SOME HATEING


LIKE ONE, LIKE ANOTHER
YOU EITHER LOVE,
OR, YOU HATE,

BUT,
THE REAL SENCE OF ONE CANT BE UNDERSTOOD WITHOUT THE OTHER,
LOVE AND HATE.









Details | Light Poetry | |

Granny Tipping

My son is getting older, and he just went back to College, the other day.
But he had enjoyed the summer, by adding a new game to his daily play.
He called it Troll Tipping as daily he targeted another, and wore him out.
By dinner, the Troll would fall asleep, as my son claimed his dessert, so devout.

But wearing out a Troll, is not such an easy thing, so many a night, a Troll got his.
What a shame! But as a resourceful college man, at devising plans he was a whiz.
He offered them a Fun Filled Tip, yes, a way to get others, to do their daily chores.
The cost to each individual Troll, was their sweet dessert, that night, nothing more.

He was doing great, as he ran thru many a Troll, but then our suspicions did unfold.
You see, this bred unrest, as a number of fights started, amongst our beloved Trolls.
Scheming isn’t sharing, so Grandpa Troll had a TALK, life changing, or so it’s told.
But Boys are boys, and desserts were to be had, so he made a new plan, quite bold.

You might say he invented Granny Tipping, yes, now it was MY dessert, on the line.
Now this would be quite simple, for at my age, I can easily, become tiredly inclined.
But the one thing he’d forgot: is how crafty age had made this old one, in her efforts. 
As dinner wound down, I cued Grandpa Troll, to help deliver, those delicious desserts.

I told my son, that they were made to be his favorite, simply in honor, of his behalf.
Then I pretended to fall asleep, and he quickly took my dessert, with a joyous laugh.
Then suddenly his eyes grew big! And I awoke, looking him quite clearly, in the eye.
I lied that, I added laxatives and terrible cod liver oil, to my dessert nightly, yes, so sly. 

Making them easier to swallow, but if he wanted more dessert, he only had to ASK.
He quickly sped away, to wash that terrible taste, out of his mouth, a daunting task!
And we all had our chance to laugh at him… as the joke was finally on him, at last.
I call this, Bad Behavior Tipping, and from that day to this, he asks for more, at last!

The game seemed to lose its luster that day, yes, manners did a BIG, comeback.
The moral is to politely ask… Playing clever little games… is NEVER for the best!


Details | I do not know? | |

For Men Everywhere One Billion Rising

1 Billion Rising.

For Men Everywhere.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

Stop!

Stop the abuse!

Of grand-daughters,
colleagues,
daughters,
girlfriends,
partners,
mothers,
sisters,
nieces,
wives,

all women.

Listen!

Listen to the voices!

Of grand-daughters,
colleagues,
daughters,
girlfriends,
partners,
mothers,
sisters,
nieces,
wives,

all women.

Think!

Think of how you treat,

grand-daughters,
colleagues,
daughters,
girlfriends,
partners,
mothers,
sisters,
nieces,
wives,

all women.

Act!

Act now to change yourself!

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

stops when you stop,

the violence,
the abuse,
the rape.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

is perpetrated by,

grand-fathers,
colleagues,
boyfriends,
husbands,
nephews,
brothers,
partners,
fathers,
uncles,

men,

all men.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

stops when us men stop,

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

today, now.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!


Details | Rhyme | |

The Puzzle

I don't have all the pieces together;
This puzzle is just too much,
But God already has it figured out
As He is solving this from above.


Details | Narrative | |

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


Details | Light Poetry | |

BABY, DO SMILE

          His favorite stuff toy, he refused
      Then with a chocolate he also said: "No"
 A cone of ice cream, his milk, the more he cried
       Oh my poor little baby still weeping

        Bending down unto my knees, I did
    No talk but merely looking to his eyes
         Swooping him gently to my arms
    As I sway him lightly sweetly left to right

             His rattleness began to slow
         Gradually, his sobs turned to sniffs
         As I hear, "mama" he softly speaks
Then there, my baby coos and smile at me

By
8:23 pm
02/27/2014

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Details | I do not know? | |

She Was Beautiful

Whispers...

Don't wake her,

Let her rest.


Whispers....

Don't tell her,

She's not ready.


Whispers awakened her

From a drug induced 

Slumber.


She listens 

For a voice

So familiar

It could have been her own.


A voice 

Cooing at a child,

Smiling in it's vibrations

Making promises

It will keep,

Making promises 

It can never keep.


This voice was not there

Among the whispers,

And yet she yearned

To hear this voice.


The slumber was thick

And yet she swam

To the surface

Using all she could summon

To break the surface 

To break the slumber.


As her eyelids fluttered

A strong hand 

Grasped her hand,

Pulling her through

To the real world.


He sat at her bedside,

A face as familiar

As her own.

And with her eyes

She asked the question

He was afraid to answer.


"She was beautiful."


It was the word 

Was

That plunged her back

Into the abyss of dreams

And unrealized wishes,

Leaving her there 

For a day,

Or was it two.


When she woke,

Those words roused her.


When she slept,

Those words were her lullaby.


No child

Rested in her arms,

Once nestled in her womb.


No child 

Suckled at her bosom,

Now heavy with sustenance.


No child 

To cry out

For her mother.


Time waits for no one,

And days pass,

Then weeks and months

And soon a year 

Had come and gone.


Soon another child

Filled her womb

And this child was born,

And then another,

And then another.


Three children

Had rested in her arms,

Suckled at her bosom

And cried out to her,

Their mother.


And when asked

About the fourth

She would say,

"She was beautiful."


Details | Blank verse | |

Happiness

Happiness may be where my friends are.
For with them many memories were made,
But those moments and times now feel so faraway.
The truth seeming to be they all have left me,
Loneliness is my only companion, I formerly believed.
The friends I have now are whom I have chosen,
For their differences from me I long to perceive.
Their individual natures I wish to cherish,
Because I will never let my own character perish.
Happiness found alongside my friends,
Only then do I have my broadest range of potent emotion.

Happiness can also be so easily lost.
For inner strength has pulled me through those years,
And inner turmoil often carried a younger me in tears.
Never again do my feelings want to feel betrayed.
I will always remember the human nature of my peers.
Temporarily was my happiness left in disarray.
I will continue to remember the significance of those years.
Those times ended, but still replaying in memory to this day. 
Never will my open-hearted conscience damage anyone.
My happiness can be wherever and whenever I please,
When absent, growth is what my inner child receives.
Happiness found inside all of depression,
Only then do I attain my own brand of integrity.

Happiness is within me, as well as symbolically in the stars.
For since my youth the universe and the Earth interested me,
And a longing for something more has shaped me.
A sense of destiny, trust in fate, faith in a higher being:
All things that bring life meaning for people, I find intriguing.
For with a broad-mind, one acknowledges everything.
Religion ties all karmically, science teaches all significantly,
All I see is the power of human and human soul evolution.
Everything has something in common, existence.
Happiness found within my own search for Truth,
Only then do I believe in me and humanity.

Happiness has always been sheltered.
For the love from my family is such a blessing,
And so they give me plenty of reason to live.
Home is where part of my heart resides, 
But my spirit has long longed to go across the seas.
Naivety can be a good thing, a peculiar courage.
Don’t worry my family, I’m more responsible than you think.
One day I will be living entirely on my own.
For those years are all my inner child envisioned.
Happiness found in enjoyment and entertainment,
Only then do I feel earthily enlightened.


Details | Rhyme | |

My Father's Blessing

My Father's Blessing (A Rondel)

His wrinkled hand would touch my head
And lift his eyes to the mountains:
He’d ask the Lord that I be blessed,
Have His peace and enough graces.

Excited, off I went with speed -
Lived world’s lies; drank turbid fountains.
His wrinkled hand would touch my head,
And lift his eyes to the mountains.

Late I understood this kind deed;
His hands asked for heavenly gifts; 
Unto me a Godly blessing flows.
Preserve her from harm, he would plead
And lift his eyes to the mountains.


7/28/14 
This is dedicated to my Father whose birthday is on August 2. Remembering 
also how he would bless me every time I am to leave home for school faraway 
from family. May his soul rest in peace and may he smile at his now big girl for 
he is well-pleased. :))
 “The Lord bless you and keep you; The Lord make His face shine upon you, 
and be gracious to you; The Lord lift up His countenance upon you, and give 
you peace. “ Num. 6:24-26


Details | Free verse | |

Child of Mine

You are my love,
my hearts content.
you are my life,
a life ideal.
you are my joy,
and you are my happy.
happiness like no one else can bring.
you are my hopes,
and you are my dreams.
you light up my life.
you are my everything.
you are my fear,
and frustration.
you are my pain,
and you are my anger.
you bring out the best of the worst in me.
you are someone to blame,
someone to hurt,
someone who is no one who deserves the anger inside of me.
you are my child.

A child you should be,
I should love you as God intended.
I wish someday our bond can be mended.
I have made choices, i can not take back.
I can not make up for the motherly lack.
circumstance and situations have put me here,
feeling hopeless and living in fear.
anxiety has stricken me,
I have succumb to my disease.
giving up on what i believe,
I have become someone in need.
I can no longer give my love,
my patience has run dry.
my heart has grown cold, 
my eyes can no longer cry.

Forgive me for the mistakes I have made,
forgive me for the pain in your heart,
forgive me for the tears in your eyes.
I too am a child, learning how to become wise.

I love you child of mine


Details | Quatrain | |

Enjoy This Place

Follow your dreams and follow your heart;
God has shown you the path to start.
Never give up and always have faith;
Do what you love and enjoy this place!


Details | Free verse | |

This guilt will never leave my heart

I watched you burn 
in the blazing fire
I heard your screams
I saw your tears
I knew I should've done somthing
But maybe I didn't want to
I know I shouldn't think like this
But you had it coming
And
I enjoyed your face that was full of horrer
I acted as if I was heartbroken when the police came
They said it wasn't my fault
But how wrong they were
You see
I started the fire
I was the one who watched my parents die
With absolute pleasure
Yeah
I'm in a orphanage
But who cares
Those bastards are out of my life
For good
And I made sure of that
Every night
I try to sleep
I try to forget them
But I am a child after all
They were my parents
And I...and I killed them
I'm cold blooded murderer
I try to do something
Except tell anyone
I may be a child but I'm not stupid
It's been years now
I still can't forget their faces
Their agonizing faces
I sometimes cry to myself
Thinking about it
No matter how many times I want to stop
I just can't
This guilt that I have brought apon myself
Will never leave
Even if I'm dead
It wont stop
Ever


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The Unwanted, They Cry For Life

And she aborted her first born son
And wrapped him in black plastic,
And placed him into a refuse container;
For there was no room for him in her life.
Three sanitation workers came,
Following one dim light that lit the way,
Then, there came the curious,
Those who plied their trade by night.
A cat and several stray dogs gathered round about.
Then the police came to see the child,
And their report went out to all the city;
That on this night, in your city, a child was aborted.
Had certain one's been present
Their response presumably could have been,
It's better off, no cross in life to life,
And it was not yet a life!
But it was a life,
Perhaps a president, an evangelist,
A great inventor, or a soul winner.
But we will never know save this one thing,
That like another child from humble beginnings,
This life deserved better than it received. 






































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The Next Generation

That little boy who I used to tickle
And helped learn to tie his shoes,
Just called me up on the telephone
To give me the happy news.

That young boy who I taught to wrestle
And watched him practice football,
From half way across the world
Made me proud with just one call.

That young man whom I saw graduate
From High School then Navy boot camp,
Just phoned to let me know
I am going to become a Gramps.

How is it that this little tyke who only yesterday,
Was riding upon my shoulders is an expectant father today?
How is it that my hair has turned, from black and then to gray,
And now that I am even older has completely fallen away?

The tears from my right eye, are tears of pride and joy,
The tears from my left eye, miss my little boy.
I was just getting used to the fact, that I’m old enough to be a dad
When I get news a grandchild is on its way – oh, yikes and egad!

I guess it could be worse – this news I did receive;
Knowing it makes my father a GREAT-Grandfather, gives me some reprieve.
A new generation, like it or not, is on its way;
“Congratulations, Son”, is all there is to say.


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A Child Outside

I sit and watch a child outside my window An air of innocence is on display Life is new to him, he has not felt yet Things within his mind that cause dismay The jubilance of youth is overwhelming Everything he sees he must explore Adventure lurks around each hidden corner Nothing is too little to ignore Expressions on his face greet each new treasure Validated by his youthful smile Then off again to solve another mystery His attention held by each but a short while It seems that as I watch, the child grows older The magic of his world begins to wane Reality becomes his new companion His boyish flights will not return again I sit and watch a child outside my window But I am not sure that is what I see I think that what I view is a reflection The memories of the child that once was me


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Gift Of Mortality

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


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Mother


First second of knowing to be a womans most precious gift.
9 months to life’s greatest joy.
A precious little bundle makes its appearance
Those beautiful eyes
Lack of sleep.
Your bodies physically weak
In need of a good shower
Lots of Bottles
Washing little peoples clothes
But one little smile makes it worth more than you would ever know
Your life changed forever in an instant
Can’t imagine what life was like before
Your heart breaks for every pained cry
A first word
The little laugh
Those tiny feet
Growing up so fast
“Tantrums”
More… Tantrums
The first kiss back
Mommy, I love you, will melt your heart
The piece of your heart going off to school
Can’t imagine someone caring as much as you do
“Tantrums”
Homework
The mommy, I want’s
And the, I said so’s
Talking back
You’re grounded
No t.v for you!
That first A, taking all that away
Somehow you influenced a great accomplishment today
Realizing they need you
Realizing you need them
Knowing you are, Embodiment of all that is “life”
priceless.....


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You Better Brush Your Teeth

Hey Yo plaq is whack
Tell it to get back fast
Infact kick it out
With the arm and hammer
Then finish with floss
For the glits and glamour
Now you are the boss
Of your own teeth and gums
But Ill share my loss
So you'll never lose one


One day my tooth ached so bad I could weep
I recieved my first and last cavity
Oh how my mom and dad were mad at me
Because I didn't do what they asked of me
Now my sis and the whole class laughs at me
Cause all can I eat is easy mac n cheese
and no more sweets like sour patch kids for me
So Listen to your parents, jack and steve
Because you do not want to act like me
And end up with a toothless tragedy


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Want the key

Man waits for his second coming, but is to blind to see
He came million of times before, but we didn't use our key

Each year, many millions of children, are born of his flesh
but, it's greed for riches and wealth, mankind does enmesh

Word's meanings, are tangled and stretched, to what end
with all this organized confusion, will mankind ever mend

His shape shifters still arrive here, as legends from the past
Will they lead us to his heaven, or keep us wandering aghast

Why?  Our key is simple, all men must get on their knees,
Bow to worship and pray for children, and seek to appease

Their hearts and eyes, hold a true wealth, of riches untold
It can be seen in their spirit, outshining all of mans gold

Children are not just a resource, to be used and disposed
Born to us, his key, if we love, cherish, teach.  It's enclosed


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Childlike

I can laugh all night
Until sunrise
That might sound childish

I can act foolish
But I deserve 
To be treated right

I’m proud of myself
For preserving my 
My child innocence 

I can be naïve 
But I’d rather
Use my childlike brains

I have a grand gift
Of uplifting
The distraught spirits 

I can be mature
But who cares...I’m
Happy-go-lucky


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HOW LONG

How long will corrupted adult waters 
encompass and swallow the innocence of a child?


How long will they teach of  santa clause and the tooth fairy?
How long will they lie?
How long will they say every thing is ok?

How long before we fall through the gaps?
How long will we fall into our own traps?

How long will our ceiling fans spin yet delivering no breeze?
How long will we employ in vain?

How long will the strong make no use of there muscle and not help the weak?
How long will the young man sit on the bus and not stand up and give the elderly his seat?
How long will the seas cry?
How long will the trees cry?
How will the flowers cry?
How long will the grass cry?
How long will the asmahtic child cry?
How long will the sky cry?
How long will they all cry before they completely die?

How long will we pollute?


How long will a child speak and not be heard?
How long before they seek drugs or a damaging fix in replacement of parental response?
How long will you be negligent because america distracts you with a dollar on the fishing rod?

How long will you say "we will speak when I get home"?

How long will the lord rain his tears often without destructive thunder?
How long will the government keep secrets that are no secrets?
How long will we escape the wrath of our self?

How long will we say "In God we trust" but still dabble in the devils dust?

How long will we lower the volume on the alarm clock?
How long will we be lucky?

How long will we escape our doom?

Tic tock tic tock 

How long before the bomb goes kabooom?


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The Soul Shatters

The soul shatters upon death. Sentience fractures into a million variables that swirl chaotically into piercing eyes that melt into the color sadness, spinning into galaxies that shrink to the size of ants and you twirl in a blender of being for eternities until finally, at long last, something sticks. Perhaps it may be as simple as a strand of hair, nonetheless all possibility spins around it, flashing contradictions of rainbow transparencies, empty solids and polka dotted space, continuing until a second hair joins the first, clutching to the nothingness and refusing to move. Soon thousands of hairs arrive and synchronize above a scalp unto a face, torso, limbs… materializing ever faster… and at once you are born. And just as the memory of your trial and error experiments and prior life evaporate, you embrace the arms of a stranger, gazing into her eyes, hung between this world and the next… sobbing in a fit of omniscience, in awe of your hard earned shape.

Jacob Reinhardt
10/15/2013


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CHILDREN OF TRAGEDY

S lain 
A nonymously
N eighbors
D umbfounded by
Y ?

H ow could he?
O ne more tragedy
O ver 25 bodies
K eep them in your prayer please, children of Tragedy

©Copyright December 16, 2012 by Brian Pierre-Alexander
© All Rights Reserved


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Last Night I Dreamt

Last night I dreamt, said Dragon, that both, my Mama and my Dad, did live.
They were the most ferocious, and famous Dragons, which have ever lived.
If that is true… Why aren’t they here? When I need them, oh, so much?
Why did they have to go away? Why aren’t they here for me to touch?

Why do I only have them, at night? Why at dawn, do they fly away?
And why do they say, to listen to everything, you and Grandpa Troll say?
If I am fierce and fight you all, will they come back here, to be with me?
Why’d they say to listen to you guys, when you want me to be nice, and cuddly?

This wasn't easy to explain: But basically: all must pay for their crimes, as they abide.
And though the people did not like them at first, to be kind the Dragons never tried.
They quickly became public enemy number one, for never did they consider to share.
They decided that: to be mean and fierce, would get them all, to be found, anywhere.

In the end, all they did hoard, or not left unscathed, sealed their fate, my young love.
In the end they realized, everything they’d done was wrong, and couldn't be undone.
In the end they were hunted… by the very same ones… they attacked, with abound.
They had made it impossible, to co-exist with the people… that multiplied all around.

The people even made sacrifices, to appease their angry hunts, to try, to bring peace.
Never did they stop to think or believe, that they could live together, and must cease.
So they brought on famine to the people everywhere, while they feasted in their lair.
But eventually, they grew hungry, too, as they striped the land and it grew, slowly bare.

All other dragons went to the icy blue North, to escape, their soon to come, end.
Your parents realized for you to survive, on Grandpa Troll, they must finally depend.
So Grandpa Troll sought long and hard, to find you the perfect home, in which to grow.
It was my heart, which I spread all around, that caught his attention, he let me know.

The moral to this story is: that you get that which, you choose to give.
Always honor life, in all its forms, and you will always find that… Life is great to live.


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A Gray Christmas

The little boy sits by the christmas tree 
Full of light and color
Trying to figure out what all the colors are
He puts his little hands on the ornaments
Trying to see what they are
Feeling them
He steps back and falls over a present
He feels around the box trying to open it
Only seeing alittle 

Mean while on the phone..

his mom is talking to the doctor

"do you think he will be able to see by christmas?" she says
The doctor replies "theres no guarentees, he is 67 % blind, when we did the test with him, he described the color blue as a dark black, and a yellow as a light gray, your son only sees in black and white and im not sure if we can fix that. but we will do our best"

A breathe escapes from her lips as she turns and looks at her son
The doctor explains "his surgery is set for Dec. 7th. be here around 8 am and we will see what we can do, im trully sorry"
He hangs up.

Back in the living room

The boy stands up and walks over to his mom
"mom, have you seen the christmas lights?" he says

She replies "yes sweety i have."

He hugs her leg and says "are they black and white?"

She answers "no sweety" she points to a light bulb on the tree

"this one is blue" she smiles

He grabs the light bulb and repeats "this one is blue" and giggles

She lays him down in his bed as he quickly falls asleep

She sits down on the chair and thinks
"to me. because my son cannot see the beautiful lights and feel the joys of christmas, everything is gray for me. nothing will fill my empty heart"


There are no smiles, when everything is gray, when you cant see the colors of a bright day




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Garden of Life

From a mother to her daughter:

Welcome my child to the garden of life
You are now ready to face the world so open you eyes
Your bright sparkling eyes will see unknown things
And you tiny heart will skip beats
But don't worry its all normal
In my arms you will face no problems
Welcome my child to the garden of life

Soon you will feel strange emotions
Oh! and do you know you have an elder brother?
He, your dad and me will take care well of you
Soon you will learn to walk with those tiny toes
You will learn to speak,walk and write
Welcome my child to the garden of life

There are treasures yet to be discovered
Heights yet to be touched
I'll help you in everything you need
But just say the word I'm waiting to hear
With your cute and tiny teeth
You nibble off everything
My beautiful seed you will grow with care and love
We will give you the best and you will be nurtured
There are many things you are yet to see
Life is long but worthwhile it will be
Welcome my child to the garden of life... :)


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Sand Castles By The Sea

Walking along the oceans sand, in the crisp evening air
He happened upon a sand castle built by a child’s, tiny hand
It's delicate, virginal beauty, a short time it would last
Much too soon the waves of the sea would wash it to a distant past. 

      Those little footprints, ingrained on some land
      Where a sweet, small child had carefully planned
      A beautiful, fragile castle in sand 

He was painting a picture in his mind of those little hands and feet.
The nocturne of a symphony with children directing the beat.
The rolling motions of the sea kept a rhythmic roar with the waves
They rolled to the shore in syncopated lyrics making wet, sandy graves.        

          His hope he carried in his heart
          As he walked quietly along the sea
          He wanted to make everything right
          But he was doubting his ability

A silent cantata of a discordant roar of time,
Was singing a haunting melody in voice A-cappella
Chanting audible chords of memories in his mind
His thoughts went back to the little child, building a dream carved in sand
A a child who was thoughtfully shaping their future on land. 

            As he sat on the shore in pensive thought,
            His own child came to his mind. 
            A sweet little girl, not a care in her world
            Singing her innocent, happy rhymes

He’d come home from work, needing time to unwind
Too busy and tired to give his child enough time
She learned to walk and talk all while he was gone
While her mommy taught her all those cute, little songs  

           "Little Miss Muffet sat on a tuffett
             Eating her curds and whey
             The little spider that sat down beside her
             Until she shooed him away" 

His wife, the apple of his eye, a woman who stood by his side
He wrote her name inside his heart, always wanted her as his bride.
They fell in love, prayed for a sweet, little child to share all their love.
The Lord in Heaven heard their prayers and sent them a little girl from above. 

             His memories led him back to home
             Knowing he made those vows without end
             Finally knowing what he must do..
             He’d take his wife and child by their hands
             To make their lovely, delicate castles in sand

                                                                  *~*


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An early song-2

I once joined the procession of colors and lost my heart
Till a wave colors distilled through night knocked me down dead.
Besides the mountain,  the midnight festival of colors is on.
Lying in my arms you imagine your blood is burning in my veins
 I am only listening to the chariot of the queen joining the revelry.

I knew you were being vain when you came to see me
I did know when your heart missed a beat. For the air was my friend.
And the tiny bird building its nest in the rafters of my roof
Did  not bring a straw as long as you talked. 

You never said bye.  For you wanted me to do that. But I had no time 
And kept riding on the wave. The storm is not away. What if I fall.
 Tomorrow I will be lying in these shores caressed to sleep by a smiling sun.

 I don’t have the time to forget you in the endless expanse of this blank night. 
Last night’s sun was but a spot hewn out of the tragedy of the heavens.
A tragedy that  survived the ages to live in my heart in fire and smoke.

You keep away while I create my pieces in these desert sands. When I proceed
 To give them the finishing touches, you shriek in despair. For you think
 I am going to spoil the lovely piece of some great master with my clumsy hands.
                                           -2-
Tomorrow is the illegal child of today abandoned in the dark.
I end up at night  and my child is born at night, having passed 
Through  the summer that seared my skin and heart.
The cup of sorrow is never full, so there is no overflowing.
Yesterday we witnessed the winter night breathing its last.
Winter was in lament for the little bird that went up but never returned.

I bear no gifts for you. I know not your names. I know not who you are
But I recognize you without mistake against this backdrop of misery.
I come here with my empty bag to gather the drops of your sobs
And consign them to the flame in my mind leaving your smiles behind.





For: Catie Lindsey's Free Verse contest



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Drifting Mainly

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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Play with doves

After long day`s play
with doves ,they fly in the light
Let`s rest in the love


Details | I do not know? | |

Light child

A child is born
all loving, forgiving, honest,
a special child of the light,
eyes wide open, awake,
the wolves are happy,
to feast at the table of its suffering.
Feed it just enough love to survive,
milk it of its light, little by little
suckling its love, its forgiveness,
a sweet delicacy for a vampiric world.

The child becomes a young adult...
control, conformity, submission,
overwhelming expectations,
no freedom, no love, no peace,
a barrage of others suffering,
cant get it off me, out of my head!
out of my heart, it hurts!
Its all too much! 
Why do they all hurt me?
Why are they not honest like me?
How can they be so mean to me?
What is wrong with me?
I just want a taste of love, 
to remind me why I am alive!!





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Come and Go Chicago

Come and Go Chicago – Zamreen Zarook
 
Where are you going my lady?
Where are you from my sweetie?
What ever you ask my buddy,
You won’t get the paddy.
 
She became a liar,
Because of your chore,
Two questions that you murmur,
Master, don’t forget that you were the rear.
 
You became a sinner,
Without knowing what is inner,
Now you know the manner,
So, never to forget the dinner.

Cease to care for those questions,
Nothing you gain from the considerations,
Everyone has their own equations,
So,they do have their explanations.

 


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The babyish me

Beauty lamented when faced with that babyface O do give me more loveliness, with red lace! Such innocent eyes, Cunning and wise! The age of that baby girl Revolved around two in our world Yet, she was an attractive one Charming one, magnetic one None could get jealous of her beauty Except beauty itself in all simplicity If she was hungry, she ate like a bird If she was thirsty, she drank only curd If she fell while running, she stood and smiled If she cried, her surroundings made her not feel exiled! Dressed in her favourite red dress, She listened to old stories on her mattress And fell in deep slumber while dreaming of the Lord And how it is like in his peaceful abode! At two, this cute babyface, surrounded with black hair Could only jump and exalt at life without any care!


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Children Listen

This is a poem.
It's not abstract.
So if you just sit back and listen,
you'll understand
I'm going to say this poem twice,
so listen with your heart the first time
but listen with your heart again

Say good morning when someone says good morning to you
Speak when spoken to
Look a person in the eye and be confident even if you're not
and be willing to learn what you know not

Don't be so quick to speak out loud
and then cover your mouth in shame 
once you realize what just came out
It's too late - so think before you shout

Be accountable for your actions
Your character is defined by what you do when people aren't looking
because when they are
They see in your behavior all the doings of the heart
So be honest with yourself and do the right thing...it's not hard

Learn!
Use life's resources
I know what it's like to be in dark places
going through trials - unhappy child
But learning and reading and growing is all relative to your future
So escape in a poem or good book
and don't let the enemy defeat you

Stay in touch with positive members of your family ties
Record yourself saying wonderful things about your life
Recite them daily...then write

Be the first to offer respect
Stay calm
give others a chance to talk
Be humble, but never nobody's fool
Don't allow others to mistreat you
Stand up for your rights and have a voice,
but do it with dignity and be tactful.

And girls...
Go ahead..wear your skinny jeans and your bangles
but accept other for their style, their view
see things from their angle

And fellas...
Pull those pants up..tuck those shirts in
and stop trying to be gangsta
If I can see your underwear thats unacceptable behavior 
and it's not okay
It's embarrasing to the struggle and it's a disgrace

It's time to move past the stereotypes of race
I know you got alot to face
but once you learn what your ancestors did to get you to this place,
It will seem like a walk in the park
and you'll be proud to have helped the case

Young people I tell you
if you follow these rules
You can change the world
and become a generation renewed


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SUMMER

screeching seagulls dive at sushi scraps on a plate - the urchin watches
'One man's stomach does not work for the stomach of somebody else' - South African proverb. Please see the About section for the explanation of this haiku.


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A Son Who Turned His Back On God


I know of a son who turned his back on the God he once knew!
Praying for him, was all that his family could hope to do!

The truths taught to him as a child, he now began to reject!
Spending an eternity without God…  He refused to accept!

He told his friends, about his “newfound theology.”
It sounded like he found some new kind of psychology.

Rather than accept the truth of God’s word, as he would find.
He would twist scripture to fit his own state of mind!

He would say; “the God of heaven and hell doesn’t exist.”
“It doesn’t matter how you live!”  Is what he’d insist!

He rejected God’s gift and wonderful plan of salvation…
And chose to believe “whatever fit his own situation.”

I began to see his life sputter from a hurtful heart.
It just seemed like everything around him “fell apart.”

God wanted to help, but he didn’t believe he needed him!
God was there!  But he made it clear that he didn’t believe him!

Many years went by, and this son started growing old.
He became a bitter and broken person, I’ve been told!

He did his best to remove God from his family and home.
Now, it was just him!  And he was all alone!

Then one night, he cried out and called on Jesus’ name!
And confessed of all of his sin, guilt and shame!

This son, who had drifted from God for so many years…
Was filled with a true love, and a joy that brought tears!

He had returned to God!  And God changed him!
God will always be faithful!  And will never leave him!

Won’t you too, accept the life that God wants to give you?
He can change your life!  Just because he LOVES YOU!

By Jim Pemberton   


Details | I do not know? | |

Ignored Breath

Sweet breath of steaming treats traveled

through the diner, the streets, lingered

and was ignored by all

but one. A lone little girl with dirt

upon her nose. Savory juices ran

down laughing chins, dripping

with the ending rains.

Her trembling fingers flicking

little dots of mold.  Standing beneath

 wondrous sights, dancing stars,

and the full moon's light,

the poor girl ate.  Tricked

by  whispering breath she smiled.

Every swallow savored

she stepped into the night.


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Laws of the Dead

The law of emptiness takes form
Choosing a sight beset by storms
A town abandoned by its youth
Decaying resentment for any truth

I walk recounting every deed
Tracing my steps beyond the trees
A child hiding underground
Trying to talk, but lacking sound

His presence pulling at my chords
Anger within as I relate the law
The silent child turns to walk
As lights flicker out, beneath the rock

Waking to water at my knees
Sadness to see my town besieged
All life is taken by this storm
The law of the lonely has taken form

Stricken by pain beyond my time
Holding the laws to calm my mind
Recounting how this could have been
The closer I look, the more I scream

The law of blame now taking form
Finding the cause of this deadly storm
The quiet child takes my hand
A breath of water for this dying man


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Should I Be Blamed

(autobiographical)


I was barely eight before mother died
When Gerald was happy and not as reduced
When he was the loved son
The child with a loving home.

From aunt to aunt I learned to live
Out of the anger of dad
Out of the voice that brought fear.
Into the hand of pestilence-

My second life began-
A life of maltreatment,
A life of struggle
Elder brother disowned when he revolted
The treatment harsh and inhuman - so he bolted.

I joined the struggle
The life of scuffle
Wherein I was the marked
The recalcitrant and ragged
The delinquent in school
The tortured child of the family's few
Who outlived the deads of two aunts
Beseeched to care for him.

I am half mad, they tell me
I know I am a psychic
Half crazed child
A ricochet of mum’s death-

I have been alienated
Disillusioned by life, ill-fated
Tortured by a disturbed mind.

Dad on my heels
Listening to propaganda
murder-bent at my heels
flogged  flogged  flogged till I go for pills.

Fled my home to the street
Ate from the bin
Lived with street kids
One of the flocks
One of the hard rocks.

I have been in the cold
No bosom have rocked with me
Save mum’s who lies in the clay.
I am spiritually dead
Physically out of mind, they say.

From pastor to pastor
From prayers to prayers
From recessions to intercessions,
Through starvation for correction
I remain unchanged.
I am finished, they say.
Nothing can help me
save God on whom I weep and call.

My relatives
Alienate me
making me atychiphobic
Aggravating my anthropophobia
building in me gelotophobia  
and all those anthropological phobias
A loved child has no right to know.
It bringing me pain for they are nailing me shut.

I pity myself - Pity me father
Pity me, brother
Because I have tried
Tried to be loved
Tried to be the best from limps
But I am not up to those dreams.

I know that many dislike me
Feel uneasy when Gerald is around:
Instead of helping me
They  become indifferent, violent.

I told Louisa last week as she fumed at methat
anything I lay my hands on
fails to work again.
It either gets bad or broken.
My own things end up craggy
No matter the patience and prudence I put in.

Why then am I born?
Why the fear
Why the alienation?


I pray that I be left alone
Donot curse me again, donot.
Accept my fate and let me be
Else you help in killing me.


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Disappearing Act

When my dies have all been cast
And most of life is in the past,
I hear the closing of the door
And beg for just a little more.

I wonder if I’ve done my best
And passed the worth of living test.
I am longing for just one more chance
At happiness, perhaps romance.

I don’t recognize that mirror face.
When did she come to take my place?
How did my grandchild grow so tall?
She’s just a baby after all.

When once I was so very needed,
I am alone and go unheeded.
Like a woolly sheep that has been sheared,
The one I was has disappeared.


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Someone Elses Life

I feel like I'm living someone elses life, a life in strife. I've been strong, but when will I belong. I feel so alone, but I'm doing ok on my own. I can't describe the pain, but I keep in mind every storm runs outa rain. I use to think our love was unbeatable, but really its unforgettable. Everyday I walk down memory lane, trying to ignore the pain. He crosses my mind everyday, when will all this go away. There's gotta be something more, my heart is becoming sore. My momma doesn't have to worry, because I'm not sorry. I know he made the mistake, and he's the reason I have this heartache. What we had, was bad. I shouldn't have let it go that far, your just another scar.


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Life Through a Child's Eyes

I hear the children laugh and wish I was that care free
If only there was some way I could see what they see
The children take the time to stop and smell the roses
There is always a solution to the problems life poses
A world of wonder,the many possibilities,and surprise 
Care free and curious with the look in children's eyes
That says all of those wheels are turning in their head
And their imagination that is out of this world as well
They'll keep trying no matter how many times they fell
We all try teach them right from wrong or things to do
But in the end they end up teaching: us a lesson or two


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At the edge of life (part 1)

Joy, happiness, pain, sadness, love, passion, hatred, greed, tears, pleasure, grief, lies,
regret, pride, addiction, suicide.... 

Lots of emotions
Lots of feelings
Lots if confusions
Some are nothing but act, lies and performances
Some are truthful and painful
And Some are helpless and hopeless

I stand as a baby bird ready to fly
I blunder forth and back, Left and right
Where ever the wind takes me
 Just like the voices in my head moving inside my mind
The sound of the screaming nights, the stormy lands, the raging hungry oceans, the cries
in every drop in a rainy day and the broken heart of the earth.

The floating sea animals, the burning forests!! Because of the intelligent acts of human!

Thoughts, poetry, stories scrawl across the white empty pages... Meaningless words!!

Safe, secure!! Look at them no houses, no families, no shadows... Nameless!

They're hungry for hugs and kisses for a bosom and we get angry for getting a bad payday
and they aren't getting any!
Their only shield is the naked trees!!

The mask of blessings and the beliefs of belongings are wilting with the fires of
loneliness and guilt.

The music of the weddings
The screams with every new birth
The voices of the crashing bones when a body hits the ground...another suicide!
The shouts of a girl lost in despair holding her father in her arm screaming for help to
save him...another heart attack!


War, human, peace, god!!

Voices of thunders - god creation - Reach from the farthest, vast skies burning houses
trees and cities.

Human creation crashing the skies blowing homes, women, babies... Blowing them into pieces!

Soulless men!!

Somewhere in this world in this minute a girl weeps
A child cries
many dies
somewhere in this world humanity fades
Some are killed
Some are hurt
Some lost in dreams 

Lots of voices I can't handle 

The thoughts of an addict living with a blue hole in his arm barely losing it
The thoughts of a daughter brutally beaten from an alcoholic father
The thoughts of an hungry child of war dreaming for a family to love him
And the thoughts of many more

I should have helped them all, but I can't! 


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Street Kid

Mum an addict, Dad a drunk . 
Lost child starved of love, Living in hope .
So gentle, So young, Yet a street wise boy.
Its who you had to become.

Child so hungry, Child so lost….
Another child, lost in our system, Without hope,
Starved of love, 

Another child to be seen not heard, living in fear.
Dads violent, knocking him about, Bruised again.

Mum so numb, not even there, lifeless and stoned .
Our generation, What has it become .

Children of today . Lost In a world of human abuse .
Be it needles, Be it alcohol, Be it physical.
Be it sexual, Abuse it is, Cant you see?.
So many children, Suffer in silence.

No where to turn, No where to run.
Tears of fear , Stealing to survive.
Why is this so . Not enough can be done…

Too many ignore . Our lost children of today.
So lend a hand, Don’t ignore.
Help the street kids, Who’re trying to survive .

Give them hope, Somewhere to turn.
Listen to their silent cries of pain .
Help them out, When ever you can.
Don’t ignore,  Anymore .












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To Kahlil Gibran's Flower

I am a kind of word spoken by the voice of nature
I am the element flying gracefully on a green pasture
I am a silent child in Summer and the brave child that Winter has believed
I crown the opening of the golden Spring and a gentle heart that Autumn conceived

I caress the majestic body of the flower as she announce the coming of the light
At nocturnal melodies, I dance with the birds on their lonely flight
The plains are full of the vibrant grace by those lovely flowers
As I embrace the early morning lovers

I cradle the spirit of the one who drinks wine
As he promenades with the swaying leaves of the vine
I am a dulcet entity whispered by a faint death
I am the little joy sang by a saddened health
I am the air breathed by a living man
and a mysterious knight to a crying little one

When the flower look high to never see her shadow
I escape through a broken, dusty window
To uplift her when she will feel me blow


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* Destinies Child ~

Remembering when I was but a small child ~

These recurring nightmares that I would often have

The boogeyman, always trying to get to myself....

He would be in the back yard during the darkened night

Standing at the window his shadow wanting in 

I would be alone, frightened and unable to scream

Many times he would come amid, the dead of my sleep!?

And he always did seem, so very real unto me

Five, maybe six; sensitive to the other realm this, spirit world....

Sometimes during those years of my innocent youth ~

I would see ghost appear; visions, entities suddenly?!

Apperceptions of specters or phantoms; apparitions

Deja vu was often at the drop of a hat for me....

Many small tales could be told in regards unto those years

One in particular to what I believe was that of a daemon

In retrospect, given certain current events, another piece of glass perhaps!?

Whether I was like other children of those years, I never knew

Although I have heard that the undefiled, cluttered and or tainted

Mind of a child can be very perceptive; again, unto the other realms....

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

....“Destinies Child” ~


Details | I do not know? | |

Good Morning, Apocalypse Now : A Tribute to a Vietnam Veteran

Untitled 5
(My Uncle: Good Morning, Apocalypse Now)

My uncle doesn't speak much
about Vietnam or the stuff
he witnessed when he 
was just a boy. See,
he likes to drive the back roads fast 
and honk at random cars that pass.
His friendly gestures always lead to how
he grew up compared to kids now. 

Jumping and racing trains on the tracks
became dodging bullets and carrying his buddy on his back.
The marshes and dirt valleys here
became the forests and trenches of the military frontier. 

Last year, my sister donned his jacket
a fatigued fatigue that hung in his closet. 
In color and memory darkened,
kept out of sight for fear it would harken
the PTSD he's stuggled to avoid. 

He saw his brothers, young like him
to Vietnam succumb
while on American soil
and he promised he would never speak,
for fear his stomach would coil, 
when remembering rice - a dish he no longer enjoys.
And there's no orange on his clothes to remind him of the agent that destroyed.

When he speaks a calm 
"Good morning", I wonder if he's thinking of Vietnam
or if he knows
that I admire his strength and 
bravery and how 
he continually fights against 
the "Apocalypse Now".


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Scars of an Inner Child

You are not the man, you want to be
You said you were my Father, till, I discovered different
Enduring, daily beatings
Bashing the living day lights, out of a woman and a child
Repetitive, bad ass attitude, nasty streak
Mean and aggressive!
Fists, knives and guns, your weapons of chose
Out of control, abusive, devious
Relentless, over – bearing!
Breaking me, piece by piece
Confusing a child, with unhealthy love
Hand fed your bullshit, brain washed
Using me as your human, punching bag
This innocent child’s blood, staining your callas hands
My child’s curiosity, asking you one day
“Why do you hurt me and Mum?”
Your retort: “I am not your blood!”
I didn't understand, back then
Now, as an adult, I clearly understand!
Believe me, when I say
There was never a day that went past
That you didn't remind me of that!
My freedom, restrained
My sanity, tested
Caged, like a wild bird in captivity
Behind bars, looking out
 Here, I am today, free from your grip
Nursing, this inner child’s, bleeding love


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The Young and Free

tad poles squirm little hands slip through the slime Trapped When Old -December 15, 2012-


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LIFE

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

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

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

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


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A Blue Boy's Death Wish

A fragile mind breaks 
Wake upon the rock laden shores
A muffled heart begs to echo
Whispers lost among a velvet chamber

Dusk comes premature time and again
Dropping the curtain on an optimistic sunrise
If you never witness dawn
There is no tomorrow

Always the dreamer aches
Never awake to make real what he desires
The restless corpse walks blind
Dead ends seem fitting for one of the kind

Lost in the labyrinth of strangling vines
Love is the motive and the weapon
Taking root in throats dry from weeping
Sprouts of amnesia in place of smiles
A garden called heartbreak holds onlookers captive
The comfort takes hold, sets in the bones weary of searching
A plea for rest lands on deaf ears

The hollow boy tires of himself
The last request he will ever make
"End me"
Lost and tired
He wishes to be weak no more


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War Crimes

"Leave no man behind"
That was my first blood
I deserted him and left him on that island
Seventeen years later we found each other 
He held no grudge, one he had rights to
But he can't make me loathe myself any less

I left her with a Commander who was insane and cunning
No one knew the true scope until it was too late
Cast aside by the system and my inability... My instability
I may never recover that connection
Not sure I'm of worth

Finally, I found my comrade with one in tow
Even being there every day
I was unavailable, insufficient
And it hurt her in so many ways
Ways that will show in the battles and victories to come

A trial, no need.... Prison, my own warden
I can only hope to witness the coming events passively
I can hope to be invited to join their ranks once again
To be there, even if too late

The world forgets much
I cannot.... Will not.... Must not


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The Girl Who Could Never Understand

There was a girl so free and young;
untouched by the darkness she was yet to become.
Not yet grown up but wishing she would.
She didn’t realise it would make her numb

There was a girl who dreamed of the future,
who wished of being smart, pretty and free.
She told herself it take years to understand,
When it actually only took three.

There was a girl who became obsessed
with things such as looks and grades.
Every time she ‘messed up’ her confidence slipped:
until someone told her about a blade

There was a girl who was once so innocent,
never before heard of self-harm,
but suddenly she knew how to cope!
All she had to do was cut her arm.

There was a girl who was dead inside-
Not understanding the darkness she had become.
She grew up too fast just like she wished:
Now she’s dead because she felt too numb.


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The Kids of Divorce

Mom and Dad divorce; the kids are damaged for life; but some are relieved.


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Breaking Free

Folded closed, and left behind, .... perhaps for someone else to find... Perhaps the gentle rain is kind enough to wash away a threadbare heart, a broken dream, from yesterday... enchanting me to believe within, to entertain the child again A time to take a step apart, and time to grow, to break the hold where, once before, life shivered cold, beneath the shelter of the old Step past what eyes might estimate, with cleansing mists across the face to christen slates with glistening, new,... paths refreshed with pearls of dew. Listen to the whispered winds, the sweet refrains,of falling rain, as if I were a child again. Begin the walk where raindrops dance beneath the feet, in rainbow hue and mirrored worlds, where twin skies meet, as puddles ripple in the street where passers by, forget to see the beauty in a world scrubbed clean Stamp the feet to make a splash, while those around you make a dash With diamonds in the morning light, to quench a tongue in sheer delight To be as one, with earth and sun, and know that rain can be a friend hold up the hands to catch the sky,...the inner child is waiting in the wings
______________________________________________________ Inspired By Nette's Contest: Umbrella (image #2) Carrie Richards 3/1/14


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Teenage mom

She came home one afternoon,
All I saw was a face saturatede in gloom,
She sat me down, eyes filled with tears,
She told me something I had feared for years,
"Sister, I’m pregnant and I don’t know what to do,"
"I am also worried that the dad has been untrue,"
"He lies and cheats and once or twice I was beat."
At this point, I arose to my feet,
She told me she felt he wanted to trap her,
That her mind was in such a blur,
I was not even twenty one,
I felt like my heart had been shot with a gun!
My little sister was barely seventeen,
This was not part of her present dream.
I thought about how we grew up with no dad,
I went from feeling sad to just simply mad,
Wanting so bad to save the day, which I had so often did,
How could I save her this time? She was having a kid!
Mom was the next to know,
A woman strong in her convictions, said "we can’t let this child go!"
9 months later the little girl was born,
We named her Destiny, for God knows my sister was torn.
Three of us girls rose to the plate,
To allow this little angel to become something great,
There have been many struggles, but the joy that she brings,
Has healed our family and makes all who know us sing,
Even out of dysfunction and a mistake,
Bringing her into the world, taught us all what it takes,
To be a stable force in a child’s life,
What Selfless love is without any strife.
Life has its twists and turns,
In ever obstacle there is much to be learned,
When there is love and support that abounds,
Hardship can actually ware a crown,
It is not easy to raise a child in this world today,
So many dads pick up and run away,
But, when you have a strong foundation,
Even in teenage pregnancy, you can find inspiration.
If more children were taught the morals from the past,
Wait untill your married and the guy may actually last,
 I believe the rise of this issue would not be so high,
So many teens are looking for love from some guy,
This is becoming such normality,
Teens being mothers is a harsh reality.
There needs to be more support for young teens,
Instead of TV shows that promote it in scenes,
Education and self-esteem,
Will help them to follow their original dreams,
Children raising children breeds’ future despair,
Talk to your teens; let them know that you care.

5/10/11
sabina nicole


Details | I do not know? | |

This old wood school desk

OMG the smells of the woods and the old musky smells of the building, 
                  the texture and smells of a good book. 
The beauty in it all, wishing I could be a child again, but this time free, free from the
                             bondage's that once held me down. 
        The innocence ripped from the child sitting in this chair, 
                                 the only comfort she could find was in the woods. 
Mother Earth was her best friend, the one she ran to for protection and nurturing.


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Angellic Joy!

Sweet were those childhood times
No worries no fear, just a carefree life
Mother’s lap seemed the treasure of world
Rejoicing each day with heartfelt joy
Happiness needed no reason, it was inside
Talking the heart away while spreading smile

No material possessions to bring joy
Family and friends formed best of life
No pretension, simply being self all times
Harmless heart giving even stranger a smile
All in the face, keeping no ill feelings inside
Lovely phase better than riches of the world

Sing hosanna aloud without rhythms inside
Every time on the cloud nine with a wider smile
Childhood answers the true meaning of joy
Confidence sparkles whatever be the times
No complaints or curse how dark gets world
Live and let give adds more rejoice to life

No rat race spoiling the true essence of life
Innocence of child nurtures divine times
Wishes in hearts once to crawl back in life
As to embrace the color of seamless joy
Open a child’s eye to see the lost world 
Find happiness not in things but soul inside

What a life was it the pretty childhood times!
No scare or fear of losing the track of life
Sky is enough to live not the riches of world
Optimistic heart to unfold the worries inside
Reasons not searched for to simply smile
Rapture beauty escalates the treasured joy

No retake given in this wonderful whirling world
Grow up but leave not the child breathing inside
All emotions form an integral part of life
Haste not while wearing costume of lively smile
Celebrate the season of childhood with joy
Once in life humanity blessed with those times

Treasure life like jewels with a brightening smile
Learn from world but not let go the child inside
Joy is here and now…bound it not in time


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Breath let Go

The earth shudders and the dust of a thousand years
lifts into the sky like a blanket thrown up in exultation
and beneath this blanket plates grind together
in sudden need
A craving to bring dried and edged flesh
with the moisture of the oceans above
together once more
and cry out in the joy of ecstasy to release their pressure
	And be at once reconciled

And the world let’s out its breath,
gives up what is most sacred to it
in reverence of this Moment:

And I dare say this moment is mine,
to the child that toiled the fields
hoe in hand and the patterns in the soil
the patterns in the soul through which water poured
and escaped in pores like water through a parched man’s fingers
and patterns fled this farm 
Leaving a parched man lamenting the presence of fingers
in times of thirst,

And to the child toiling
           in the fields 
the pattern is in the pitch of his shoulders
and the pounding of the sun
the pattern that should never seep
through unseen holes

but it seeps
down his back and across his fingers
upon his hoe it dribbles down and finds the escape
of patterns long lost
and the sweat of his toil
slips through the gaps in his soil
and the heaving of his shoulders
is lost with the patterns,	

So this old farmer he does not tread his fields,
sheltered behind wood and warmth of fire
he huddles in his world of four walls
and dares not the fields outside
Where await the failures
of his toil,
and when the earth shuddered
in joy of this moment
Knowing in its wisdom all that was to be known
the earth shudders and the dust of not so many years
It lifts into the sky like a blanket thrown up in exultation

And beneath it all

Sees the farmer

The pattern of his toil

And lo and behold
It was not wasted
But a hands width beneath
The soil that caked his world
And by his own hand
Hidden as it were
The patterns of his toil
And the story that is told
Bittersweet
In the exultation of a breath
Let go.


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WHAT LURKS WITHIN


They say it was quick, her passing,
but he knows better, his young daughter
was never one to be rushed, toddled
in adolescence, dallied with mollycoddling. 

They say she didn’t suffer, died instantly,
but he knows better for her presence lingers 
between door and stair at each gloaming; 
despair has claimed the echo of a home.

They say it is a rare occurrence, 
But he kows better because she lived
her life that way, each moment serendipitous,
as though moths and clouds were extraordinary.

They say that her brain bled, an injury,
But he knows better, it was his world
that drained out instead and he searches
spotless floorboards for one trace of red.

They say life goes on, loss will lessen, 
but he knows better as he ages, terminally,
grief lurks like a ghost that only he sees.  








*Dedicated to the friend of a friend, whose daughter died suddenly due to a subarachnoid hemorrhage after a soccer game. There was no warning. She collapsed in her father's arms at the foot of their staircase. Somehow this painting reminded me of his sorrow, the unfathomable loss he bears. 


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Does Your Glass Shine

Growing through the thorns; strong;
Calling out for help when the days seem long.
When it’s realized that lifes not a breeze,
That only where you go-is what one sees.
Then the hills don’t seem so steep,
The weak aren’t only the ones who weep.
Listen close with ears ready,
Not all have the choice to have a body steady.

Deaf, blind, mentally challenged; it’s touch,
Looking around with meak eyes; what does that word mean? Rough.
Whose to say your glass doesn’t shine,
Cleaned or dirty- it’s all going to be fine.
Some need to hear this,
Others it becomes a hit or miss,
If you have the ability,
Don’t put it up for humility,
You’re capable; learn,
Don’t leave the minutes to count down; to burn.

Who says you can’t; don’t give up,
The potions all stirred up in a cup;
Think of it as a little trip; magic.
Drink up; it’s imagination not tragic,
As the legs move forward; slow and in tone,
As the hands of your own have the ability to pick up that phone,
Calling for the help needed.
Keep the mouth unheated.
Know others have it hard everyday,
Know others don’t have a place to call home ; stray.

This human race keeps on going,
Make sure you’re helping the race with growing,
Growing like a weed,
Another conceives her child like a small seed.
This child may not be perfect; never,
But the eye of the parent it’s their lever.

Their lever at the end of work,
The one they go to when things don’t lurk,
Open up the head,
Put that pencil down-use pen not lead,
Write down the real things that show,
And the truth in the arrow of the bow, 
 Nothing revolves around one man,
All others just become a fan,
Glissening isn’t what the road leads to,
Maybe you haven’t made the realization; add it; and do,
The withholder of the treasure is you,
Go out and remember what matters; and who is who.


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TO MY PARENTS

You have given me
The most beautiful gift
That I have never expected...
...LIFE
You've offered me love, tender and affection
You've given me all that you posses
You are my two best friend
On this earth
You have direct me through my way
You have brighten up my path
You have rise and fall to raise me up
Despite I was headstrong
But I was polite
When my friend disobediant
Decided to pay me a visit
A little correction was enough
To make it fly away
You've tought me right and wrong
You've help me understand life
You've educate me good value
Send me to school 
To gain a good education
For me to be what I want to be
You've always help me
To reach my target
When I wass weak...
...when I lose hope
You were always there 
To lift me up
...you were always strong and confident
When I wassn't sure
And always a message of hope
When my tears flow down 
On my innocent face
With atender hand
You wipe it off
Your comfort I have never miss
You made me so proud
And I want to return the favour
Tell me is because I've grown up
I have to reject you
NEVER
Instead I will hold you tight
Because without you
I wouldn't be here
You always there
When I needed you
You are really important to me
A precious treasure in the middle
Of my heart
That neither you, him or nobody
Will ever destroy
Without you there is no love
Without you life has no value
I need you everyday
You are the two shoulder I cry on
It's you that understand all my suffering
Joy and sorrow
Despite I was stubborn
But when consequences arrive
I realise... 
...that you were not manipulate me...
...but it wass for my own good
But you that have rejected them
But you that have neglected them
It's not too late to return back towards them
And appologize
A child needs his parents love
And parents should never abondon
Their child 
Thank you for the brillant gift
I owe you my life
That cost more than value of a diamond
Mother...
...you've been through pain
To give me life
Father...
...you were always the responsible man
And you've never leave mum side
During her pain you were by her side
And you've support her
You've cuddle me
Despite I was a pain in the neck
You've never toture me
I am really proud that you are my
Loving parents
I love you so much
I will never be able to finish repay you
For everything you've done and still doing for me
But as long as I'm alive
I will never reject you
Because you are my dynamic parents


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Sea of Emotion

I open my eyes and all I see is a sea of emotion in front of me 
The cries of a baby, fresh from the womb, letting mommy know she needs fed soon 
The tears of a toddler, barely turned three, with blood dripping froom a scrape on her knee 
The laughs of a child just turned six, her smile lightens up all her birthday pics 
The curiosity of a child just turned ten, who suddenly becomes more interested in men 
The pleas of a child just thirteen, who just yells at you "Why not?!" and "Your mean!" 

The pride in the eye of a father, watching the graduation of his teenage daughter 
The radiant glow of a fathers' smile as he walks his daughter down the aisle 
The happiness on a fathers' face as he gives his grandchild a warm embrace 
The relief upon an old mans' brow as he turns to life and throws in the towell 

I close my eyes, breath one last breath, then open my arms and embrace death 
I am not scared, am not alone, I have memories of my friends, family, and home 
As I say my last goodbye, I want you to smile and not to cry 
And live your life with the greatest devotion, and open your eyes to the sea of emotion
.


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Beautiful Children

Singing around in love;
Smiles built from the ground.
Holding hands in the dance;
Laughing with brothers and sisters,
All in His Glorious Name.
Throughout His perfectly sculpted land:
Look around because this is it;
Look around because this is love;
Look around and know, understand, comprehend,
Rejoice because you are perfect;
You are God's beautiful children!


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Seasoned Child

A seasoned child with a voice to hear,
A voice that echoes through hearts and mind,
Her innocence shattered, but not through fear,
The perpetrators will pay their fine.
Her courage carries her through life,
And no one now will dare forget,
The echoes that will always strive 
To change the fortunes of regret.
They cry too soon, “She’s gone away…”
Beneath the tears, you hear her breathe,
They pray to God and hope they may
Never see the country seethe.
The country’s hopes are carried on
The shoulders of this seasoned child,
With a voice that thunders at dawn,
This land of hers has been beguiled.


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Mourning After Kill Pill

No! Please don't take that pill!
I plead with you, don't make that kill!

I know..you are so very young.
But, I could be a daughter or a son.

My precious little life began at conception..
Please..don't let my blood run crimson..

How do you know, if you don't give me a chance..
If I like playing with cars or learning to dance.

I could have your nose or your eyes.
But, you would not know it..if I die.

I may be of no indifference to you.
But, I have no way..for myself to choose.

Let me live! I cry out silently..
For..I am just a wee little somebody.

Give me a chance! I will make you smile!
Please I plead, keep me around for awhile.

Let me live..I pray and watch me grow!
I'll bring you love and joy and by your little hero.



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I Can't---------- But You Can, with baby steps

In my days of life, I have come across many people who like to use the words,
"(I can not, or I can't,)" to this I must say you are wrong! There is nothing in life that you (Can't) do. If you were born with physical limitations, or due to a life altering accident, perhaps their are certain things that may be harder for you to do than others. But to simply say (I Can't) is not the way to go about it. If you are physically able to walk, but don't, because it hurts to much, or it's just easier to always sit around and do nothing to change it. Well, to you I could just say, (I Can't) help you. But that's not me! (I Can) help you.

 As you watch a child learn to walk,(You Can) see the way things develop. First they don't move, and they watch the way things are working around them. Then, one day they roll over, and are amazed at a whole new world that they never saw this way before. Then each time you lay them down on their back, they begin to roll over. Because they get sick of looking at the celling, and only seeing happy faces when someone comes to them. So then they start to watch people scurry about, moving from place to place, and they decide they want to be able to do that also. So they learn to push themselves up, and it's a whole new world. Then they learn to crawl, and they think to themselves, "Hey,(I Can) go where ever I want to go!" But after watching other people walking on two feet, they begin to try and stand. By telling themselves, "(I Can) do that too!" And they (with a little help) learn to walk. 
Through this learning stage, their comes a lot of hard falls. But you don't see them just giving up, and saying (I Can't)? They keep getting up, and looking at each obstacle in life in a new learning perspective. Telling themselves "(I Can) do what ever I want, and you (Can't) stop me!"
But, being a parent, (You Can) stop them. You can stop them from making foolish mistakes, and  doing bad things.(Most of the time! Ha,ha.) If you (Can't), then you are not going about it correctly, and you need to change the way you are teaching them, or try something different.

 You (Can't) teach a dog to fetch, if it's locked in a cage all it's life. You (Can't) teach a person to swim, if you never go near the water. And you will never learn to walk, if you never try. So like a baby, learn one thing at a time. Learn to roll over, then to crawl, then to stand, and then to walk!
 If a baby (Can do it), so (Can you)! Start with baby steps. "Just put one foot in front of the other, and soon you'll be walking across the floooooor! 



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the building of the wall

into the world comes a brand new life &
regardless of whatever consequences brought it
the little one now breathes this air 
the little one now feels the chill
the little one absorbs every stimulant
every single iota of experience 
pours into the eyes
sucked in by the little ears
all in the attempt to understand
all in the attempt to survive this place
outside the womb.

the parent
the prime caretaker
the one seen by society to be the best of all
worlds
the one who has stood between the child &
the concrete below
the one who initially says that they will love &
care for this new being,
this is the person from whom all the bricks are
brought.

for the wall begins to be built when the molder begins to
carve this little one into what they could never be---
when the molder begins to draw perfect little parameters round 
the body of the little one---
when the molder begins to abuse with doctrines
when the molder begins to instill upon the little one
a worldview that is known only to the molder &
the wall begins to be built.

the molder takes the child to its gatherings
mingling, showing off the little one,
talking of what the little one might be like when they are
older,
how the little one might very well
follow in the footsteps of the molder.

and with each brick of certainty
with each brick of dogma & willingness to submit to the world around
them
the wall towers above the height of the still staggering little one
who, while still trying to attain the art of walking, eating &
cleaning up after itelf,
now has been closed off to the rest of the world
before it even had a chance.


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She Rreclaims Her Soul

There are days I awake and my eyes fill with tears .
They slid quickly down over my cheeks and chin.
Sometimes I try and fight them back, other times I'm 
desperate just for one.
At times my tears dry up like water in the desert , I have
to go inward searching for them.
So many times they come unexpectedly like a suppose to
be a wonderful marriage, ending.
Then you are forced to see the child within of the past.
She stands small  naked in front of you with eyes filled tears.
Her past, my past right there facing me all the truths finally
hitting me like bullets from guns.
Unfortunately our past, my past surface at times when we lease
want it or expect it.
No sense in getting angry, mad or  become depressed it comes
like the rains that flood the earth.
Be thankful for the tears they are a cleansing for ones soul and mind.
They are are like a new morning with dew on the ground refreshing.
They wash away the filth, the ugly, the guilt, the blame of a broken life.
Today is a bright day sun shinning, warm breeze I embrace it with all
I am, throwing my arms upward, I am singing praises.
Surrounding myself with people who love me, even when I mess up.
Laughter is in my days now, I rebuke those of my past that made such
horrible choices to abuse the child, shame on them.
No laughter, no sunshine should surround them, they should be made
to live in darkness, locked up with no entry, forgotten by all.
They tried to destroy the child but today she reclaims her soul and mind.


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Question Marks

I am a child of this broken generation. 
An era where the leaders are the main concentration focused upon all of these 
negative allegations. 
I speak on behalf of the youth of our nation when I say that we the people, are the 
on creation. 
The one race that's the continuous face of the repetitive disgrace the keeps building 
on the path of destruction. 
The path of corruption fueled by child abduction, negative seduction, poverty, greed, 
complete chaos. 
A world where the desperate bleed. 
A famous man said he had a dream. 
Made the biggest change the world has ever seen. 
And how do we repay? 
We were supposed to be heading a good way. 
Why has the world become so dark? 
Why have we as the people become the dot under a question mark. 
I just want to know, why? 
Everywhere, everyday, every other hour, 
we question such things as the beauty of a flower. 
Why do issues in life try to keep us in the dark? 
I ask, can we have a new start? 
Or do we continue living in this world full of terror, hatred, preparing for a cataclysm 
that we created. 
Where is the love? Why is there hate? 
Going at this rate, do you think its too late? 
Can we make a change that will range from one age to the next? 
A change that will correct hundreds of years of disrespect? 
Look at life from a different aspect. 
But I just want to know, how? 
How were kept in the dark. 
Stuck inside our mind is the power of a question mark. 
Listen: I rate this "R" for Real. 
Real for people who have no meals. 
Real for people who can't see clear. 
Real for those who are no longer here. 
Listen to the real that's in this art. 
Give this praise, hope for those in the dark. 
May this become the spark that saves us from this world ran by question marks.


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Sandy Hook

Today, it just doesn't seem fair
That we are still able to breathe.
They have given us their air-
Our duty to lead the life they leave.


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Winter Winds

Winter winds blow all around. 
I’m astonished by the sounds of Jingle Bells and reindeer stomps. 
All of this should never stop. 
Snow lies on the ground, if only that weren't too profound. 
Time only leads to decay, but not on Christmas, not today. 
You should see the angels pray. 
Toy trains, and rag dolls are the things kids used to want. 
But time has changed, yes so have children… 
Santa seems as if a villain. 
So much fighting, so much crying, it sounds as if the kids are dying. 
“I want money, I want fame, and these toys are just so lame.” 
But that’s the product we provided. 
Second chances are no more, Santa’s plot we wait for. 
He’s sick of this, he doesn't care, it’s as if he’s not wanted here. 
He gets ready to take it all back…. 
WAIT! 
There’s still one toy left in his sack, it’s for a little girl, half a world away. 
Now how could he have missed this, on the perfect Christmas day? 
He turns around, not time for war. 
This toy, the girl is waiting for… It’s not a toy like you’d expect. 
She didn't ask for electronics, or stupid games such as Sonic. 
She just wanted one small thing… 
She’s waiting for something EXTRA special this gloomy day. 
In a bed she sits and stares, at the window near a chair. 
She’s so weak, and all alone. 
She doesn't even have a real home, not where there are bright lights anyways. 
They've decorated a weeping willow, the only tree around the “home”. 
So she has lights to see. 
It’s Christmas after all, but there’s no way to calm the raging sea. 
She’s dying, it won’t take much longer, and she doesn't care about the tree. 
She needs a new heart extra bad. 
So, Santa’s bringing her the one thing, that will stop her parents from being sad. 
He rushes to the hospital in his golden sleigh, and climbs right down the vent, 
He’s saving Christmas today. 
Santa rushes in just in time, finds a doctor, the girl is dying. 
It’s not what he usually does, but he stays and watches as they save her life. 
He waits for her to wake up. 
“Santa, you saved my life, oh thank you so much! I needed my heart to be touched.” 
He just smiles, and kisses her hand. He’s so glad he didn't destroy the land. 
Christmas is still a special day. 
There’s no more sorrow, no, not today. Santa smiles though some are still ungrateful. 
There’s that one child, standing in the snow, her life can now be started in the evening glow. That’s life for the grateful, loving, caring, and the thankful. Most of the time Santa just gives toys. For all the good girls and boys. But not today, and not tomorrow, once a year he gets rid of sorrow. So sleep tight and say your prayers, Christmas time is but once a year.


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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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Children are in need contest

Born into a world filled with deceit,
Morals that are becoming obsolete,
Tossed into a cycle of hatred and fear,
Poverty promotes some of our children to steal,
Not one child is an accident, God already new,
The hardships in life they would go through,
Not one is the same; they all have an original DNA,
There is a Purpose for every child even if they are lead astray.

Many live in a home with a single mom,
Growing up to fast like a ticking time bomb,
Latch key kids and after school care,
Is not enough love and can’t certainly prepare,
Our children with the tools they need to survive,
In a competitive world where you need an excellent drive,
Many pretend that their children are fine,
That they have not been affected in their heart, spirit and mind.

Parents are in denial,
While their children get defiled,
Young girls hanging out on the streets,
Being physically and emotionally beat,
Selling their dignity just to feel like a male figure cares,
Teenage boys don’t know how to love; they too had no one there!

Help a child that you know is in distress,
You could make the difference in their success,
Be a role model and a friend,
It does not take much too slightly bend,
A conversation and friendly smile,
May save a child from adapting to a wrong lifestyle.

By: Sabina Nicole


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oh highness; let your power be my warrior.

Oh God, 
Everything is fading,
I am dying,
My soul is crying 
Endless tears,
endless tears keep on falling
darkness all around me,
sadness surrounding me,
For a minute
I think I'm happy;
A smiling soul
But a dead child instead
That needs to be resurrected again
By the touch of love 
By the touch of your care my highness…
Im still a child inside,
Im a child 
that cant find its way out,
Am alone 
All alone 
Feeling my heartbeats
race like wind,
feeling my fingers
shiver from fear, 
listening to my soul
crying out of pain…
I need your power my highness
I need your power
to be my warrior
in easing my pain 
in resurrecting me again…   


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Neglect Creates Holes-Glosa Verse

Glosa Verse -Cats and the cradle, song by Harry Chapin 

A child arrived just the other day, 
He came to the world in the usual way. 
But there were planes to catch, and bills to pay. 
He learned to walk while I was away. 
____________________________________ 
Neglect Creates Holes 

opening the newspaper 
much to my dismay 
I glanced over the story 
with the words child and slay 
a tear trickled into my coffee 
my sugar for today 
too busy to read anymore 
for my eyes grew sore 
the hospital only a moment away 
"A child arrived just the other day" 

born with a hole is his heart 
yet a huge grin upon his face 
knowing life was going to be a struggle 
he handled it with grace 
putting joy within his parents eyes 
though many nights they did pray 
for him to pull through 
that fate would be ever so kind 
to allow their son to live and play 
"He came to the world in the usual way" 

with a pricetag from many medical bills 
worthy of later hopes and dreams 
becoming a reflection of parental bliss 
their joy an ongoing theme 
just when he grew strong from so much love 
it slowly began to decay 
parents have a way of becoming far too busy 
they forget their responsibilty 
to nourish, educate, and even pray 
"But there were planes to catch, and bills to pay" 

surely a child should understand 
what it takes to survive 
for a family must work together 
so that they may all stay alive 
but the cost created a loss 
as his heart started to betray 
the joys instilled within his soul 
when loneliness ruptured the hole 
the tear faced father was heard to say 
"He learned to walk while I was away"....... 

(Glosa) 


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Last Thoughts on Bob Dylan

When your engines burning and you call it quits
Say goodbye to the devil and all of his wit
When the breeze has you backwards holding your soul
And the December snow makes you leave your last goal
When the brisk air freezes your knees
And the door won’t open because you can’t find the keys
When your family grows numb under all the commotion 
And your head keeps spinning from too much emotion
When your sipping on gin and juice clutching the last bone bruise
And you’re under the tree searching for a noose
Hold the rope in your left hand
And break it with your teeth
Gnaw down on the sunset
While you’re looking for the sunrise
Lift up your head to the moon
And pray with closed eyes
Go on walking the road isn’t too long
Keep steady for you are not too far gone
When your nail polish chips
And the birds aren’t chirping
When your coffee is cold
But your ears are burning
When you can’t fall asleep and it’s two in the morning
Keep on dreaming
Even though you aren’t sleeping
Your mind is moving
And your hands are shaking
Your voice is quaking
And your toes are tapping
Keep your lips smacking
And your lungs inhaling
When you exhale words that aren’t meant to be heard
And your talk is wrongly taken
When you pull out the cake and it’s all undercooked
And you think to yourself what should I be making?
What should I be hearing?
What should I be seeing?
What should I be loving?
What should I be doing?
In this life I am living
And you say to them come keep me clean
Keep me focused
And keep me mean
Under all the dirt and grime
The stories under your fingernails
With the mountains you’ve climbed 
And the garden you grew
And the ocean you swam
And all the things that you knew
About fishing boats
Crossing moats
Turning rock into gold
And sinking until you float
Like George Harrison you said
Making it on his own
Living until your full grown
Never accepting or taking a loan
Because you can do this 
You said you’ll do this on your own
And there’s a ship sinking somewhere
You’re grabbing some drift wood
Staying afloat
Just because you know you should
You can take it two ways
Above or below
You can grab the door know
Or jump out the window
And you’ll see yourself in the door frame of a house
And he’ll be waiting in the kitchen
For your welcoming smile
Because this is your place
So pick up the pace and don’t lose face
They might see you with the utmost disgrace
So walk in slowly
One foot at a time
See the hallways as a maze
And find yourself in your own home
Grabbing your own keys
Dusting off your own knees
Holding onto your soul
Even in the cold breeze
You may be shaken
Or rattled
Or turned upside down
But you know that
You’ve got one foot in the door
Standing on solid ground. 


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Children with Masks

Broken in your shadow
And lost within your light
The child who chooses ego
And the man who wants to fly

Embracing every sanctum
Which enshrines your dying cause
To be the one to save you
And forget those scars and sores

The love you now desire
The only good you've known
Will end with how it started
In the pain that you have grown

With loneliness now clinging
Your memory rotting out
You chase the same old reasons
That will make you scream and shout

Your heart now lacks forgiveness
For what you have become
The spiral-end of nothing
Mistaking blindness for the sun

A visage of perfection
This man is just a mask
It reflects your hate on others
As the child selfishly attacks


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FOR IT IS NEVER EASY BUT

For it is never easy as a parent 
to let go of your child's hand 
the first day of Pre-K
For it is never easy for a 
mother to accept her daughter 
moving to another state
For it is never easy for a father 
to see his daughter 
transitioning into a young lady
For it is never easy for a 
mother to see her daughter go 
through labor
For it is never easy for a father 
to see his daughter being loved 
by another man
For it is never easy for a 
mother to see her son being 
loved by another woman
For it is never easy for a parent 
too see their child associating 
with the wrong crowd
For it is never easy for a parent 
too see their child ruining their 
life by using drugs

BUT

As parent(s) and/or  guardians 
if we pray and believe all will 
work out if we just trust in our 
Lord and Savior Jesus Christ 
because HE is the one that has 
given these children to us 
eventually all will BUT YOU 
MUST BELIEVE no mater what 
the situation.

Written by Patricia Lewis


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A Child's Training

(Prov. 22: 6 /  Heb. 5: 14  /  Deut. 6: 6-9  /  2 Tim. 3: 13-15, 16  /  Matt. 19: 13, 14)


(Part One of Two)



If A Child Wants To Eat Candy
All Day Long …
When You Tell Them ‘No!’ - -
Is It Wrong?

If A Child Wants To Stay Up On School Nights
And Not Go To Bed …
Will You Leave The Matter At That
And Do What They Said?

If A Child Wants To Run The Streets
At All Hours of  The Night …
Would You Allow It
And Say ‘It’s Alright’?

If A Child Fell Into Hanging Out
With The Wrong Crowd …
Would You Do Nothing
Thereby Showing It’s Allowed?

If A Child Gets Some Silly Notion
And Is Being Misled …
Will You Not Try To Talk
Some Sense Into Their Head?

And When Your Child Makes A Mistake
(‘Cause All Of Us Make Life’s Errors)
Are You Going To Be Loving & Forgiving
Or Come Off Like Some Holy-Terror?

If You See That Your Child’s Life
Is In Imminent Danger …
Would You Leave His Soul’s Wellbeing
To Some Ulterior-Motive Stranger?

All Children Need Education
That’s Why We Send Them To School
But Isn’t Home Training
The Best Place For Understanding Life’s Rules?

Before Your Child Gets Polio or Smallpox
Or Some Other Life Threatening Situation
Would You Not Seek Out Preventative
Medicine or Cures Thru Vaccinations?

If A Child Just Wants To Play
And Not Do Chores or Homework …
Would You Not Try To Find Out
Why A Lazy Streak Is Starting To Lurk?

If Your Child Is Depressed
Unmanageable or Confused …
Would You Not Put Extreme Effort
Into Finding Just What You Could Do?

If A Child Needs To Be Shown Love
and We Withhold Our Kisses & Hugs
Are We Guilty When They Grow Up
Into ‘Crypts & Bloods’?

If Your Child Doesn’t Want To Talk
and Retreat In Hiding From The World
Wouldn’t You Do Everything In Your Power
To Help Your Precious Boy or Baby-Girl?

If Your Child Has Low Self Esteem
Or Shows A Lack of Character …
Wouldn’t You Want To Be
Their Value & Virtue  Narrator?

If Your Child Just Really Needs
Someone To Listen & To Talk To …
Would You Not Prefer
that That Someone Be You?

I Once Knew A Police Officer
Who Had Said of His Beat …
A Child Can Get Discipline At Home
Or They’ll Get Their Beatings In The Streets

And The Same Can Be Said
Of A Young Child’s Impressionable Mind
It Needs To Be Nurtured At Home
Or It Will Eat Every Junk & Stuff They Find



(Part One of Two)


                      Written & © :  7/16/2013

                       By:  The MoonBee


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what makes a woman a woman

<  >A child is born and with pride
       they say 'its a girl'
       a baby girl grows to  a little girl
       that little girl grows to be a girl
       then comes a teenage girl
       this beautiful rose blooms desirably to a woman

       have you ever wondered what makes a woman  a woman
       is a woman defined by her past
       can one's child wood complete an identity
       is a woman defined by her life experiences
       i wonder
       is it this invisible warmth this gender turns to have?

       as nature takes its cause 
       child bearing is life threatening game
       still a woman takes an oath to be a woman
        she never wonders what she might have done
        to deserve to be a woman
        woman are for ever proud to be who they are


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from mother to daughter

some mothers are so close to
their daughters, that they can
crack dirty jokes together, that
the daughter will come to mom
for anything---
certainly the result of mother
remembering what it was like to be
younger, spending the time with
her child in order to form an
unbreakable bond of trust & 
the want to not repeat the things
she hated that her own mother did
to her, or neglected, as the case
may have been.

can’t imagine that the birds n’ bees
are a hard subject to go over when
such a bond exists, where the daughter
is always asking mom about everything
from the first kiss to further involvement---
but still, what must it be like for
such a mom to wake up in the morning &
know that the innocence is gone?

is it easier for the mother who has a deep
bond, to know that her daughter is 
having sex, than a mother who doesn’t
have it together?  

certainly the ignorance of a child
might allow for less knowledge considering
the point & so what does it mean for the
both of them, when the innocence is 
gone?

a man cannot know---
he cannot look into a young one’s eyes &
know the same as the woman who has
given birth to this child,
he cannot step outside the young man
that he himself was---
all he has is the hindsight that those
particular days were wrought with raging
hormones & all the time in the world to
reap the benefits of being young.

when mother looks in her daughter’s eyes,
does she begin to worry more?
how much worry must past through on a
daily basis, before she goes to bed, before
she goes to work,
wondering if her child is alright?
&
how much of the time does she just sigh from
being overwhelmed &
sensory overloaded with stress
that never seems to relent
from mother to daughter &
daughter to mother.


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The Rain (the reply) By:Lakeyia Clark

The Rain…(the reply)(By: Lakeyia Clark 09/05/09)



If it’s always a rainy day...how can I see the sunshine
If the clouds never move...am I wasting my time
The clouds are like giants that I have to face
I’m an overachiever of course but will I win the race
Do you hear the rain and how its pouring down
Where is my happiness...it can’t be found...
Wanting much more for my child than I ever had
I still try to make it throughout the good and bad
Wrapped up in bondage from the things of my past
This pain is deep inside and I'm just wearing a mask
To cover up the pain that’s rooted deep within
To cover up the past and the hurt that nobody can mend
I don’t want to deal with it anymore
But I know I have a child to live for
The ugly truth has been revealed
In not so many words yet this is how I feel
With hatred and bitterness towards each and everyone
Men are viewed as predators and the damage is already done
But I try not to let that hold me back from succeeding
Though I'm happy now, my heart keeps bleeding
Bleeding from the beatings, cries, and scars
I try to erase them but they are what they are
Permanent damage to an innocent soul
Sleepless nights and I carry a load
Every night I sleep with the pain
Running from pain to be with what won’t hurt me
Crying out for happiness and to find my sanity
Every day I walk in the rain
But if I walk the other way what would be there
Would I be setting myself up for something I can’t bear
Would it be more of pain and less to gain
Or would it be a way for me to see through the rain


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Love Your Offspring

love your offspring,                                                                                                 
for soon, off they will spring like frogs gainst morning dew


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My Mask

It hurts all the time
This pain in me never stops
I want to cry for you
I want to scream for you
I want to beg for you
I want you to be here
This cant be fair
This cant be real

But I smile and I laugh
I get up every morning to go to work
Throw on a happy face and make some jokes
I come home and enjoy my day
I have fun
And I continue on
But I’m so hurt
I’m so lost

Seeing you in there killed me
I could never get the phone call out my head
The screams from my mom
The walk up there to see if it was true
But most of all I wont forget you
In the casket
Touching your hand
You were so cold
You didn’t belong there
Seeing you go into the ground
Seeing them fall apart
Feeling my heart break into pieces
When all I could do is scream
I will never forget that day

And every time I smile I want to cry
Every time I laugh I want to cry
Every time I think I want to cry
Every breath I take takes a little bit out of me
Because I want to cry

I want this to not be real
I want to had spend more time with you
I want to hug you
Laugh with you 
Tell you I love you
That I was always there
That I am still always here

I am so broken
But I continue on with life

Because God took you and not me
He wanted me here for a reason
So ill continue on for
You
I will laugh
And smile
And pretend
Anything to make it to the end
To see you

I miss you just isn’t enough
It doesn’t mean enough


What heals a broken heart?
Time they say

But time wont bring you back
So my heart stays broken
As I pretend to smile

I miss you
I miss you
I miss you


As I’m falling apart

My mask then goes on



RIP Bebo... 17 was to young


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NOT THE HUMAN STAIN

A child born of an adulterous union
A lovers tryst a spiritual communion
Something immoral in a lot of people’s opinion
Will you be kind enough and show him some compassion?

Illegitimate is what they call this child
All through his childhood he gets ridiculed and reviled
Inside him all these insults like boxes are piled
Until one day he will burst and turn wild

Will you be one of those who would break him apart?
Or will you be kind and show him the goodness in your heart?
He is innocent and you know it from the start
To the sins of his parents he had no part

Give him a chance like you do all the rest
With flying colors he might just pass this life’s test
I stand here now to make this special request
This innocent lonely child please do not detest

The sins of their parents should not be theirs to bear
Be understanding show the children you care
Let us understand them and be fair
And most of all let us include them in our prayer

In ridiculing them what have we to gain?
Help them try and lessen the pain
Their innocence is really very plain
No they are not what some people call the Human Stain!

NOTE: I have seen the effects of ridicule and unfair treatment that illegitimate 
children have sufferred. They start getting ridiculed from grammar school to high 
school. Effects of which have brought a lot of people to therapy.
But are they to be blamed for their situation? I believe that there is no such thing 
as illegitimate children, there are only illegitimate parents. 
JEB








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The Mirror

[echoes from a dark past]

When I was born Nobody came into the world.
When I looked into the mirror Nobody looked back.
When I was ten Nobody played with me.
When I left at fifteen Nobody said goobye.
When I came home hurt Nobody said hello.
When I looked in the mirror Nobody looked back.
When I was 23 I saw a man and a woman.
Who was she, so strong to make Nobody stay away.
When I was 24 I saw a child and Nobody stayed away.
When I was 29 another child and Nobody stayed away.
When I was 40 1 child was wed and Nobody stayed away.
When I was 50 I saw just the two and Nobody far away.
When I was 56 I saw the woman alone and Nobody by her side.
Now I look in the mirror and Nobody is there.
When I am gone Nobody will say I ever existed, save the woman.
Nobody was there at the beginning.
Nobody was there at the end. 
Nobody is her companion now.
Just as if I had never been.
Stupidity was the game I played, sadness my reward.
Nobody won all the games in my life.
Nobody has won again.

© Dave Timperley 2011




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A helping hand

I was a child

who was shivering in the cold

I was alone crying and nobody know who was my mother and father

I was shouting for food in latin and nobody was there to bother

Dogs were licking me and eagles were crowding

I found no humanity in  human but in a mother dog

Who understood my hunger and fed me milk by thinking she has six children instead of five

I was just able to stand and walk as I turned three

I found a child who was crying under the tree

I took her in my arms

I went to each and every house  ( for food)

A day passed , she stopped crying

I got tired and stopped worrying

I was telling her I am her mother and father

she became everything for me

but that everything remained nothing

As she passed away few days before

I was foolish and I was not known She was no more

Like me thousands were survived with no hope

But like this child millions were giving up their lives

Please give us a helping hand.


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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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Social Survival

A world of burning purpose
A life of freezing rain
Safe within our shadow
And dead within its game

A ghost that buries fortune
A corpse that digs for gold
Between this endless cycle
There’s nothing to behold

A thousand different faces
A faceless child stares
Each a mask I’ve crafted
From everything I’ve heard

The screaming of your nightmares
The whisper of your dreams
Strangers in the distance
I know what crawls beneath

A million different people
A faceless child cries
An infinite collection
Of souls for my disguise

Welcome to survival
This social masquerade
Our stolen features dancing
To the death within this game


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ANGER PERPETUATES ANGER

SHE CAN'T EVER REMEMBER, A TIME WITHOUT HEARING 
HER MOM SAY THAT MEN ARE NO GOOD 
HOW THEY ONLY WANT SEX, AND TO GET IT, THEY PLAY WITH YOUR HEAD 
"GIRL, DON'T FALL FOR NO MAN", MOM SAID POINTING HER FINGER 
A BITTERNESS HEARD IN HER VOICE 
CHOOSE A MAN WITH SOME MONEY, OR POWER, TO LAY WITH INSTEAD 
WITH THIS DEEPLY INGRAINED IN HER SPIRIT 
SHE CLOSED PATHWAYS THAT LED TO HER HEART 
ON HER MOMMA'S INSISTENT ADVICE, ALL HER ACTIONS WERE DRAWN 
SHE PASSED OVER ALL MEN WHO MIGHT LOVE HER 
FOR NO VALUE IN LOVE, WAS SHE TAUGHT 
BUT THREE CHILDREN LATER, THE MEN WITH THE MONEY, WERE GONE 
HER CHILDREN ALL HAD DIFFERENT DADDIES 
WHO HAD NO LOVE FOR THEM OR FOR HER 
SHE HAD CHOSEN THESE MEN CAUSE HER MOMMA, HAD TOLD HER SHE 
SHOULD 
BUT SHE NOW FACED THE COLD CONTRADICTION 
THAT SHE FOUND IN HER MOMMA'S ADVICE 
HER LIFE DID NOT TURN OUT THE WAY, THAT HER MOM SAID IT WOULD 
SO THEN THERE BECAME AN AWARENESS 
OF HER MOM'S PHILOSOPHICAL VIEW 
THERE WAS PAIN AND FRUSTRATION AND ANGER, FROM CHOICES MOM 
MADE 
FOR HER MOM WHO HAD MADE THESE BAD CHOICES 
PASSED THE BLAME ON THE MEN, IN HER LIFE 
THE MEN, THAT GRANDMOM SAID CHOOSE, AND POOR MOMMA HAD PAID 
YOU SEE ANGER "PERPETUATES" ANGER 
LIKE A CANCER, IT GROWS AND IT SPREADS 
IT WAS PASSED DOWN FROM GRANDMOM TO MOMMA, THEN MOMMA TO 
DAUGHTER 
FROM GRANDMOM TO GRANDCHILD THIS ANGER WAS PASSED 
'CAUSE NO ONE THOUGHT, TO BREAK THIS CHAIN 
AND THE HOPE OF WHAT "MIGHT'VE BEEN", SWALLOWED, LIKE 
BITTERSWEET WATER.


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How could you

how could you tell me that you love me 
how could you tell me that you cared 
how could you tell me that you were always going  to be there.
how could I have been so stupid and believe everything that you said ,
but all that came to a end when we ended up in the bed I trusted  you but you let me down now im six month pregnant and you nowhere to be found.

You claim  that its not your child. you say I’m a hoe but if my memory set me right that you were the only nigga knocking  at my door.

So you need to step up and be a man and accept your responsibility 
and stop playing these games cause it hurting your creditably to every see the child that we made so beautify.

So you say you wont a DNA test to prove if its your child but once it says that you are the father its going to be worth while 
cause you going step up and be a man and do whatever you can to make sure that our child has the best life it can 

Its your child and now you wont to be with me telling me that we are going to have the most perfect family.

No, never again will I fall for you cause not to long ago you was saying I was a hoe that was sleeping with every nigga that came kockin at my door. come to find out you was the only nigga knockin but still you made everyone believe that I was nothing but a hoe.

Sorry is all I every hear you say but sorry doesn’t make everything ok. you put me though hell and back and now you must pay cause slandering my name is the street is not ok....


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The Most Fierce Love

When you await that day for so long just to see their face, 
 Not too much longer will you have to go, you're almost to Home Base.
All the pain you've been through, will be worth it in the end.
 One look at that precious face, and you'll be the envy of some friends.

You look over to the side and see a tiny bed which is clear, 
 So you can see each precious feature of a child that is very near.
When you're almost done and you feel that final tear.
 The pain and anticipation is almost more than you can bear.

Here comes a tiny bundle of dark hair and gorgeous eyes, 
 Ten little fingers and ten tiny toes, it scared me at first since I heard no cries.
Finally, my son is born and I thank God he is alive, and FINALLY here.
 A perfect child in my eyes, and I'm incandescently happy, but also full of fear.

Will I be a good Mother, will I know what to do?
 This is all so scary, and oh so very new.........
I hold him closely to my heart, 
 I'm Finally a Mommy, no time to fall apart.

I KNOW I can do this, I don't really have a choice.
 The moment I found out I was pregnant, I began to rejoice.
Now I have two children, and I only had to give birth to one!
 Illyanna and I now await for our children to grow and have fun.


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sacrifice a priceless question

SACRIFICE; PRICELESS QUESTION
A little story from a little friend about a little thing
That makes the little world a different from the taught mighty ocean
Always smile beside me each morning i sat to reason
Mostly he always bring the little insignificant story
To my reasoning ear as i plan to break too quick
In this little world i know
My father told me one day a story
When i hate my little sister so much
That i had to sell her gold,
Her priceless life for some foolish pleasure of hate
There my sister termed me hell
But in her rage my father rather speaks a story to us through her
A bird hatched a golden child
The future saviour for the world of the sky
each moment of her life
She had lived and gathered all the flying feather
To guard their golden future of the air world
Although her faith made her believe that through this golden child
A golden sky world will be built
The child destiny is even made to be seen in all the sky world
Unknown to her, the child must die
That has become the golden price, a golden save
The golden actualization of a glorious destiny
One golden morning, the golden cock goldenly announced
The golden death of the golden child
All fair feathers never understood the sound
But the heir mother knew the message
The world is doomed, she shouted
Our world is doomed
We have to fight for the glory and honour of our world
Our future is no hope and our end is now
We need to save our golden future
But to all the sky host feathers
No enemy or attack was seen around the corner
There the glory of the golden child lifted him up to be executed
The golden price, a golden heir, for a golden future
There the voice of the mother speaks in terrible oar
Yes, this is what i said, here the golden child
But inside my belly
There are so much gold that can change the world you see
Taking the golden child
And taking the golden world
Which stands better than the eagle?
Please, take all the gold in me
And spare the life of the golden child
Let him live for our world to live
There my father hissed a deep smile in anger
With a confused expression written all over his face he concluded
Gold is not life
But life is gold
Never sell gold because you will not know
When you are selling life.


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Chasing, Racing

The child ran
Monsters chasing, always racing

The child is running
      Crying and running
And behind him came chasing
Abandoned dreams
Nightmares of regret:
       Monsters.


© Samir Georges
2010


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Thy Ceridwen

Thou ceridwen
beautiful and most fair
seek thy knowledge
in the witches lair-

Keeper of wisdom
poetry and creed
magic moonlight
carrier of the ravens seed-


Creirwy, Morfan and Taliesin
blessed children that  you are
gifts from the Gods
as fallen stars-

But my son Morfan
his fate so sad
to look upon his 
countenance really bad-

A brew I made
for my dear son
so the people
my child they would not shun-

A year and a day
so long to make
but with my words
inclusion his heart
to take-

But my servant I sent
to watch over the brew
foolish mistake
for in doing this
of the potion he did take-

A rabbit he turned into
and I a greyhound
silently gave chase
without making a sound-
So he became a fish
and into the river he went
I an otter
his life now spent-

Foolish he turned into a bird
so I became a hawk
never getting weary
not saying a word-

Tired as he was
into a grain of corn
he became
he should have realized
he would never be the same-
For I in my wisdom
became a hen
eating the corn
in the sinners den-

Nine months later
a child was born
I weary and worn
but to him I could
not make myself kill
so I wrapped him in cloth
and threw him in the water
that maybe he might have a chance 
at life still-

Found he was
and so lived he
to become the Poet
Taliesin virtuous and free
a great writer
he shall be known for
all eternity-


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Somewhere, Right Now

Somewhere, right now, a child is crying.
Somewhere, right now, a child is dying,
at the hands of a monster that feels no shame.
How could you hurt a child?
The eyes of innocent souls
marked with pain and fear,
scarred forever with wound that will never heal.

Somewhere, right now, a girl looks in the mirror
and doesn't want to live with what she sees.
They call her ugly.
They call her stupid.
They call her fat or useless or crazy.
A child should live with love and kindness.
She doesn't want to live at all.

Somewhere, right now, a child is praying.
She hopes that tonight will never come.
When the lights go out the war begins.
She'll fight.
She'll cry.
She'll try to run.
But the battle is over.
The enemy won.
She lies there raw and cold and used
with the knowledge that night will come again
in her painful nightmare without an end.


Details | I do not know? | |

Optimistic

It was mostly in white 
and in other colors maybe,
Had everything a child need
Had every dream a child dreams
It was a smile
It was innocence
It was warm
It was security
Had all three of us wrapped 
slept tight into the deepness of it
into easy and simple
caught up too strongly, not to leave
A Good bedtime story would justify our needs
too young and too pure
We were together, here and for all
Even the atmosphere's scent smelled love
It is everything I dream about now
It was a peace of mind and it is,
Just a memory of it 
Do you still know well your own childhood?
How little mind of yours kept  Big happy thoughts
How little heart of yours loved truly the whole world
How little you were, and how small were your penalties
How far you looked ahead to the future,
By tomorrow you were hopeful and content about yesterday
But now,you're all grown up and life is just a pass ticket to hell or heaven,
Lost hope in tomorrow and ain't satisfied by how yesterday came
How long have you been like that and since when life took over,
Were you optimistic or naive ?
When you used to build castles out of mud
When you used to dress to be like a superhero
When you used to root for the good to win,
knowing deep down it will always do
You gotta be thinking now
Must been a naive,
Yet you were OPTIMISTIC !



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Escape

Don't judge me until you've walked a mile in my shoes
Because these things don't just happen on the news
Going hungry and getting hit
Soul wearing down bit by bit
Angry hands raining down
I take it all without a sound
He beats me senseless
Doesn't even care that I'm defenseless
He lets men have me for a price
Tells me to smile and act nice
Be a dutiful daughter
Never let your emotions falter
I finally escape
Try not to think about the rape
I search all around
But God's nowhere to be found
I look forward to death
The moment I draw my final breath
I don't care about everlasting peace
I just want that final release


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The growing gift

I wrote this one with a friend in mind; 

Her growing belly tells what most think the whole story
Her age is a cause for shame
She is scared And feels so alone
Strangers look at her And laugh
Pointing and wispers
She thinks her only way out is to destroy the thing inside
Angels and demons struggle in her young head
Fighting for life

She goes to church
Pro-life people shun her
They whisper:
“She is just a young child”

Against all odds she decided to tell her friends and family
She is going to see this through
She encounters lots of anger
What a little whore she is
God seems to not love her

She makes an appointment
Tears in her eyes she ascends
She opens the door to the clinic and climbs the stairs
Carrying the weight of her cross
A miracle
A older women dressed nice with hair as bright as the sun
Do not harm this child
Take comfort my dear sweet girl
I have been where you are
I have received their teasing
Do not listen to them
God himself has blessed you

The bulging belly tells a story
Your naked hand proves how brave you really are.
You've made it this far and you will make it even more. 
Not every woman out there can do what God has blessed you with.
The woman gave a hug and the tears started to pour.

Back in the car she took a deep breath. 
With a hand on her belly she spoke to the little child.
" I don't know if your a girl or boy, or even if I will be a good mom"
I promise to you I will try to do my best, just please don't turn out like me and be wild!"

She started the car and prepared to drive home for the worse
She knew this child was not going to be easy to have
Inside her was a little life growing bigger each day
No matter how hard it was going to be with her faith in God she would find a way.


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A Prayer For Healing

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


Details | I do not know? | |

Forgive

It was early dawn
The boy put the rug on the floor
He kneeled, prayed like he never did
The almighty's heart started to bleed
Even he couldn't do anything
He felt helpless
His child was suffering
He saw his angels fleeing
as his child kept kneeling
The almighty  could not turn the world upside down? 
Break every rules he made by his own
For one he could not make the others  change
The boy cried for mercy
 The almighty started to cry
He could not give the boy
His one true joy


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I made a little poem

I made a little poem
Put it in a bottle 
And sent it out to sea
God luck little poem
Success and happiness


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Pickled Madness

Born a wee bit 'early' like a crocus
covered in the snow of March
and unwelcome stranger am I to a
clue less world, child of the Jew.

A wee bit early for proprieties sake
yet, Mother never admitted such 
to her dying breath.
Bit 'early' the Mainiac's 
would say "ayah?"
like a daffodil in a soft, wet, ripe
spot of humus in the sun.
A bud of brightness, but, out of place.
Crocus croaking beneath the weight
of prejudice a hybrid combine
of drink and mind
covered in the after birth of woman.

In the snow's furnace Mother was born also.
Child of German extract and Mayflower heir.
Of March mother new little, raised at the foot of Mt. Battie 
and unwelcomed except by she was the
stranger.......

Am I not, the child of 'pickled madness', aye.
To a clue less world was I born.
Clue less as to the exotic mix
world child as are so many now
of the Jew.

* New Form each line begins with words in order
taken from the first verse.
**See About the Poem


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Dawn of Light- Nelson Mandela

27 years have I spent amongst these prison walls
Waiting patiently for the day to dawn 
When my people shall be set free from racial discord
Wife and child and all have I given up for the cause
My life is set on freedoms pyre as a ransom for the fire
My blood is hot and my thirst unquenchable
The voice of my ancestors instilling courage and confidence
Do not give up the fight till each man has won his right
The day has finally dawned, like a child bursting out of its mothers womb
The price is paid, my life is laid , I can at last rest in my tomb.
God Bless Africa!!


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Fire Engine Blues

The Child I once was and knew so well
Has faded into a harden shell 

I won and lost a battle here and there
But, yet the war it rages everywhere

My wisdom do earn and over rate it 
And yet, still others will debate it

Faithful trust, just turned into dust 
Life was de-veined, derailed, just a bust

I must, I must, I must
Postponed and deflated 

Under rated Twas some others fate 
I entered into life; a little less, then late

Who dare such a thing? 
Whom could bare such; without wings? 

Debased I can not sing
Gone Is my wedding ring

With Burning Passions 
Set a blaze; my eternals rage 

Bones and flesh are melted, as the Ice 
I take one more hit, a final slice

Fathers and mothers race
A child left with out a face

Flames grown and have over whelmed
Limbs deformed and burned I squirm

I did not ever learn
I was Burned

Sirens sound fires burn 
The loneliest of hues  

While I listen to 
The Fire Engine Blues

A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man


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Kiss of Death

Kiss of Death

Can you see my pain now can you see why I'm so depressed do you understand how or what I'm feeling no because you have never asked cause you don't care oh it sucks being the youngest no what about the middle child or the misfit or the child everyone picks on what about them suicide is an option for them because they cannot win the game of life and neither can I I cant fight no longer I won't try I give up with everything in me I'm not worth it I'm the middle child the misfit the one everyone picks on I'd get treated better if I wasn't me if I was my sister or brother I'd get it all and they think they have it bad one day in my shoes would they understand the guilt I hold or the withdraw of being human I'm a monster I only dream of death I will love you with the kiss of death a place where I take you so you can feel my pain too nothing will help nothing will pass by me only in me I have no feelings no soul and no reason to live I'll kiss you with my sorrow and I'll be happy around you so you have to guess who I really am I'm not happy and I'm not warm I'm cold my heart is frozen not rhyming with time my brain no longer breathing no longer sending pulses to my organs the blood rushes from my vain out into the open unto the blue carpet I can only wish of death for the Satan inside to take me away to the lake of fire where I burn forever and eternity but will it solve my problems yes will it make you understand when I'm gone that I'm all you have left from this disaster no bands caused my deaths only the game of life did 


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Behind a Tree

When I was a child hiding behind a tree I had with me a girl and we would go kiss Not of passion, just of friendship can’t you see We giggled and found nothing that was amiss Soon we would be discovered and were punished We weren’t allowed to be acting such as this We didn’t connect again, we were afraid We might get caught kissing with happiness made
Russell Sivey


Details | I do not know? | |

Sick

Raging heat wave,
soaring temperatures,
body burning up.

Heavy laden,
struggling breath.
Little eyes staring out,
must keep fluids up.

Few wet nappies,
hands fight,
pushing bottle away.
Blocked runny nose,
mouth open,
gasping for air.

Droplets of liquid,
slowly fall in,
the mouth opening.
Forced to swallow,
medicine finally in.

Peace at last,
baby sleeping


Details | Ballad | |

Sista in Savage Society

Did y'all see?
When caseworkers of no guest workers,
When she so desparatedly sought refuge
In your country that you so vow
as the land of the free, 
but didn't lift a finger to aid her?
Nothing but her ownself
and little dignity she had left
your sadistic manly desires
falsely promised her salvation,
If she let you pin her back;

What about a pregnant mom?
looking for someone to 
at least be held
and told that her child
will cry and not die,
she see the father walk by,
she asks why?
He just sneered 
as he walks by 
with a pathetic ass sigh
Her son will not live this lie 
alive or dead;

Did y'all see?
When a young mom couldn't even
complete the alphabet, but now lives to regret,
being upset after tossing her child from elevation 
higher than mount Everest, seeing and fleeing 
for luxuaries from a colored T.V. set?

Her selfless pity, o idditty bity, of siddity 
with wealth and romance, of so much finance 
with a decorated carriage, of her own initiated miscarriage ,
of a now drifted off life.
A life who's own attitude bearing wings dipped 
by a mom's longitude 
of lust for leisure,
a tale too tragic
for anyone to forget.

Did y'all ever see? 
Hurry up and arise 
before your bell starts to ring
BLING BLING BLING 

" To every struggling mother in the universe, the Lord thy father, is one's babyfather that will never forget. To hold the fruit from your womb, even while the other doesn't whether the child is down below or up above, he will never escape his undying love." 


Details | Light Poetry | |

Space-Love

Let's escape to space
& Leave the human race 

Space-love a new awesomeness
Forget the life & the gloominess

Kiss me, because I care
Even thought the life is unfair

I want to be a space-lover
Love you now, tomorrow & forever

Lest Live in a house made of stars
& drive spaceship instead of cars 

We feel the space-love in moon
I'll be yours, you'll be mine so soon

Galaxy, universe, stars & limitless
Screw the world, we found happiness.


Details | Free verse | |

A Child in Reality

Her bright brown eyes stared...
They stared into a world of lightness.
It was a world known only to her mind.
A world where dreams came true

But it was only a world of fantasy to the eyes of others,
A world of fun and games, and not reality to the ones with experienced eyes.
But to her eyes, it was the only reality,
The only reality she had ever known.

They called her a baby and a coward,
But if the child had really known the true reality of the experienced eyes,
She may never want to open her eyes,
Or awaken and see what they all saw...a world of darkness.

Who could blame her for being naive and ignorant?
A child who would be traumatized if she saw half the things they saw.
She had seen enough of what she should know.
A child should only know but so much.

Who could say they've seen it all? 
Who could say this as a child?
Who could blame her for her innocence?
For who would want to be a child in reality?


Details | Ballad | |

Breaking bread

Tiny dirty hands layered in filth, grim under the nails, what dread do you face as you toil and toil throughout the long frightful day?

There is no comfort behind broken walls, no comfort in mothers arms, no safety offered to your wondering soul. Tiny hands scavenge for food, finding only aged bones with little meat, few scraps to feed your aching abdomen. Those hands so small, so cold, trembling uncontrollably, wrapped around your petite frame, your mind replaying “How will I survive today?” But you toil, toil on.

The water there is none. Only blackened pools of thick mud and how you long to taste the cool refreshing drips on your tongue, to soak your calloused and bruised toes, but that fantasy has long been gone.

Feeling as though you where made to suffer, made to grieve, want and never  to obtain you start to weep. Those hands, those tiny dirty hands reach up and gently push aside the free falling tears that seem to never stop.

Though you can’t see her, her pain is real.
A child of hunger, a child of fear, her wanting is palpable, honest, and correct, no lusting just dreams all shattered by circumstance and sadly she is not alone.

So as you sit in your homes surrounded by loving faces, grand objects and perfectly set dinner places, give thanks as your hands, clean and untouched by poverty break bread.


Details | Couplet | |

The Smile of a Child

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

(in honor of the great work of http://smiletrain.org - stop praying and start doing!)


Details | Pantoum | |

Children of War

A little child cries in the night
Hope still a small flame inside
Longing for arms to hold her tight
Only hunger and fear abide

Hope still a small flame inside
Tears her only form of release
Only hunger and fear abide
Wanting the horror to cease

Tears her only form of release
Unable to understand  civil war
Wanting the horror to cease
Always afraid of an opening door

Unable to understand civil war
Her family dead in some grave
Always afraid of an opening door
No longer the will to be brave

Her family dead in some grave
Longing for arms to hold her tight
No longer the will to be brave
A little child cries in the night


Written for all the children who are victims of civil war



Details | Free verse | |

Junipers, when I was young

Summer came crashing down like a thunderhead 
Hordes of children released from their brick prisons 
My young eyes watched out the passenger window 
Our yard, brown spots and all, I loved it

The way we ran, the sprinkler cackling in the background 
Voices hoarse from delighted screams, evening bubbles by 
Blades of grass stick to my heel, and I dream of junipers 
They line the front of our house, protecting it from monsters 

I want to take that particular green and paint my life with it
Over again, just once more, standing next to the street
Rubbing the needles between my fingers, sticky with life 

The evergreen balm sparkles through my senses 
Stirring up magic and stories about the high sea 

Night time comes and my memory stands tall 
The curtains in my bedroom billow like sails 
And outside, the castle wall still stands 


Details | I do not know? | |

The Sound of Distant Ankle Bells


The Sound of Distant Ankle Bells


Memories of those delicate tinkling bells,
casually fastened around calloused feet,

take hold of my waking moments,

and fling my thoughts back to a distant time,
where folk-songs were heartily sung,
joyful, yet hopelessly out of rhyme.


I barely saw her, a construction labourer perhaps,
hauling bricks, cement, anything, on a scorching Delhi day,
while in the semi-shade of a Gulmohar tree, her infant silently lay.


A cacophony of thoughts such as these swirl around,
yanking me away from the now, to my cow-dung littered childhood playground.


Now, a lifetime of displacement has hushed the jangling chorus of the past,
to a faint trickle of sounds, as distant as an ocean heard inside tiny sea-shells,

and,

I know, that the orchestral nostalgic crescendo, rises, dips, and swells,
as tantalisingly near, yet a world of time away, as were the tinkling of her ankle-bells.







Details | I do not know? | |

Black Oil and Green Money

how could there ever be justification for murder in war...
rational function of hatred, so unsacred
my patience exist no more...
a theory that contradicts the so called sanctity of life. 
explosions from soldiers as they mascarade through the night. 
left without a trace, no name on an absent face..simply collateral, a victim to the 
concept of an aryan race. 
extremist zealots leaving religion disgraced.
Dispite a thousand miles traveled we are still moving in place.
a motionless pace...
the notion replaced by emotionless hate...the focus is so irrate...
still we're choosing political fakes, 
hacks that choose corporations over the citizens taste. 
it is such a disgrace...we just sit back with a conformist smirk on our face? 
which only serves to disguise the lies, which allows us to close our eyes.. make 
donations which serves to expose our pride...
sunday morning repentants, moans, cries....my child you are forgiven, cleansed 
and baptized. 
and rest in slumber. 
forget the land with the restless summer, forget the others... we aint got ish 
invested in them numbers.
if you a child of the sun, much respect cause you are my brother
120,000 dead...god bless their mothers
yet, still i salute, young minds victimized as troops, 
he internalize american pride as truth. pride that serves to hide the hell that he 
once went through...
no job no dignity, just an option or two, hit the block slang drugs, or a political 
prostitute.
the ladder provides benefits so its so hard to resist...he sold his soul for the 
bargain...for he understood that the block was no place for his child to 
exist..........................
-------------------------------------------
promised land filled with milk and honey, borders explode for black oil and green 
money


Details | Sedoka | |

Lost Boy

Deep in the forest A group of people wander Looking around with torches Crunching on the leaves Hoping to find someone lost A boy squeals with pure delight
Russell Sivey


Details | I do not know? | |

Young Heart

From my youth,
I knew no goodness 
Teach me His truth
So that I will meet success

I hope I'm making little progress

From my youth,
I knew very little at first
Teach me Your truth 
Or I'll remain in thirst

I thirst for His spirit - to renew my faithfulness

I have a nourished heart
But, evilness broke it apart
I had an energetic soul  
But agony took its toll 

And now I pray
To Him who mends us all
To save my young heart
From the fear of losing control...

Do I still have an innocent, 
Young heart? 


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  


Details | Free verse | |

Remember the Days

Listen my child to the sounds of love within your heart
Caress those dreams for they are what guide your life
Remember the days of the young because the weeks of the old never last as long
Learn to believe in yourself for you are the only one that can weaken the storm
Remember what my love has taught
You hold the whole world in your tiny hand but your strength could change it's whole aspect
You are the future  The determined soul  The one that will have to fight to carry on
I just pray the lessons learned now will not stray your childlike imagination when i am gone
and everything you see within me helps your unknowing path to life, love and dreams come true.


Details | Free verse | |

For Isabel

We never knew when she went away...
exactly.
It was over a period of time,
A little loss, each day...or hour.
Accumulating surely,
slowly,
but steadily,
in the wake of our determination to stop it.

This can’t happen to Mama, we wont let it.
But it did. 
Nothing we could do 
or say brought back the loss.
Leaving a little at a time,
Creeping 
steadily away 
to God only knows where, we didn’t find it.

I guess it is a misnomer to say the loss 
accumulated but...
that goes along with the
frustration of it all.
The only thing getting larger 
was the number of unread thoughts 
in her conscious self.  
That imaginary room where we all go to reason.

First it was polite mistakes covered over with 
hurried excuses.
Then dumbfounded 
looks as thoughts drifted apart
in the middle of speaking.
Motor skills begin to 
wane, and die, 
as loss takes over life’s necessary functions.

Eventually the child brushing her mother’s hair
had no reason 
to hurt...But she did just the same.
Even a tiny spark of knowing
who was caring so much for her,
would have been gold to
the daughter,
but the reward usually never came.

Soon the child once brushing her mother’s hair
didn’t hurt
for her mother... but for herself in
the wake of no one for which to care.
Having been in emotional overload
for so long her own feelings 
are now lost.
She doesn’t know how to feel. 

In honor of my wife whose mother passed in this fashion.


Details | Free verse | |

Right Back Under

He crawled right back under again
Like a tiny crab amongst unfeeling boulders
The bullies looked down upon him
And he accepted his inferiority 
He felt comfort in hiding away
Right under their noses
He would sneak day by day
It made him feel smart and even strong
He could stay under the crevices
For God knows how long!

4-14-13


Details | I do not know? | |

I Hate

I hate the birth mark under my right eye
I hate my extremely static hair
I hate my big bottom lip
I hate my spotty nose

I hate that I have really *****y times
I hate that people only remember me for my really *****y times
I hate that the real *****es hate me
I hate being cautious so they don’t ***** about me

I hate that I cry over everything
I hate that people know I cry over everything
I hate that I hide from them anyway
I hate that they actually don’t care 

I hate the fact that my brother is leaving home next year
I hate the fact that I cried when he told me that
I hate the fact that I hid my tears from him
I hate the fact that he’s all I really have left

I hate my father for making me feel like he doesn’t care about me
I hate my mother for making me feel like she picked him over me
I hate that my brother had to look after me when they couldn’t be bothered
I hate that, in my eyes, they don’t deserve to be called mum and dad

I hate that when I was younger I had to run away from my father
I hate that my mother and brother left me by myself that day
I hate that they left me closer to my father
I hate that they went somewhere I would have felt safer

I hate that I feel like my friends are slowly fading away from me
I hate that I feel like I’m a third wheel
I hate that I feel like my friend’s don’t trust me
I hate that I feel like I can’t trust my friends

I hate the feeling of loneliness
I hate that I read books to escape to a world better than mine
I hate that I write to create a better life than my own
I hate that people want to invade that one heaven I invented

I hate that people ask me why I made Katy Clover Taylor
I hate that I had to make a role model for myself
I hate that she is the person I desperately want to be
I hate that she is the one thing I will never live up to

I hate that I feel like my grades would grasp my families attention
I hate that feeling of disappointment when I get a bad grade
I hate feeling like I have to live up to an expectation to hold their attention
I hate that I am relied on because of my grades

I hate that I am an older mind trapped in a younger body
I hate that I am limited in what I can do because of my age
I hate not being trusted upon
I hate people treating me as a kid

I hate not telling people how I feel
I hate hiding behind an invisible barrier
I hate not being able to share how I feel with people
I hate being scared that they won’t care.

I hate people judging me
I hate judging people
I hate that feeling of giving up
I hate the feeling of losing when I didn’t give up

I hate the choices I have made
I hate that nobody thinks I can live up to my dream
I hate people thinking they are so much better than me
I hate the fact that they are right

I hate that I will never make a good girlfriend
I hate the fact I know nobody would fall for me
I hate knowing that no one would help me pick up my life
I hate that it has fallen apart

I hate hurting the people I love
I hate them not loving me anymore
I hate knowing that what I would do would hurt people
I hate the fact I do it anyway

I hate knowing that I do all of this
I hate knowing I hate all of this
I hate trying to change it
I hate that I am not able to change it

I hate that I try not to give up hope
I hate knowing all hope is lost
I hate that I still try and cling to it anyway
I hate knowing I failed at that too

But most of all

I hate not being able to express this until now
I hate that this still won’t change a thing
I hate thinking that it still might
I hate knowing that no one cares


Details | Verse | |

Infant Mystery

Your mother, laboring to give you life--
I, happy witness to love’s mystery,
So close I would be first to see your face.

Your head crowned, turned, unforgettable face!
Tiny body, precious vessel of life,
Innocence fresh from God, a mystery.

Powerful love, confounding mystery--
I hold you, bonding with sweet form and face,
Aching to keep you safe, protecting life.

Life, deep mystery, enthroned on your face.

July 13, 2014


Details | Rhyme | |

Universe For Children

Sleep my child you’re here in my heart, we’ll remember this day as our new start.
We’ll use those preyers to find our dreams, across the mountains, avoiding those thieves.
When we sleep we’ll find our peace, for the spirits will lead us to our release.
Heavens gift is not in gold, it’s within the love we share and hold.
Luck is not gift wrapped or a tasty treat, it’s in each step we dare to meet.
Life is learning how to be strong, having the courage to carry on.
Miracles are not always huge or tall, it’s seeing the good in something small.
My child, life is not a chocolate treat, nice and tasty always sweet.
So we prey and keep our faith, together we can clear the tears from our face.
Sleep my child your safe in my hand, I promise to do the best that I can.
A hardened life you’ve had to bear, often feeling like mummy’s not there.
I promise this I’ll never leave, I’ll stand and fight, we’ll always breath.
Sleep my child rest your head, remember my love is born and bread.
We just took time to find our place, to find that smile we lost on our face.
I love you my children you are my gold, you are the treasure that I love to hold.
Above the moon around the stars! right around Pluto and right through Mars. 
Right around the universe with a single spark! reaching right back to your place in my heart.
I love you more with each passing day; it will never fade or drift away.
Together forever, Eternally loved!


Details | Free verse | |

Recovery takes Time

The recovery from life at seven is so trying. Having witnessed
your brother being taken to heaven. What future can a child see
through cascades of tears, what future does a parent explain to 
allay his fears. 

Their day to day life has been forever changed, as their different 
tomorrow brought loss and sever. Where do I start to tell you if I coped.
What words for the loss as my fathers health sloped.

Decisions were made from the pain we must move, to be on the peripheral, to 
rejoin life, to gain. Absorbing our loss, brought us closer than
before, but it has taken a life to go through their last door.

My father and I, responded by living. We walked in beautiful glens 
surrounded by heathers, as we as a family grew from our weathers. The walks 
on Ben Nevis in nature surround, as he taught me plenty about animals and 
plants. We would drink the clear waters as he told me it brought life. Being 
so educated at seven, filled the void. Every so often we would say " Boom 
Boom " would love being here, as we thought for a moment and then the 
eventual tears.
 
But the toll of our loss, for my father was heartbroken. His health declined 
with the loss of my brother. Six more years of sporadic times, as hospital 
became his home and child support became mine.

My recovery from life continues to this day. As I think and look back at 
all the times we spent surrounded by life, my father and I from the loss of 
a life, but I still wonder why.




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Details | I do not know? | |

Ben

The first grandchild is...
Well, a shock.
Yes, a blessing!
A gift, but a reality check!

Can it be?
Yes, for sure.
Breathe him in, stroking each golden hair.
Smell closely, the newness of life.

Feel the pulse and energy.
Celebrate and cry.
The time is passing, 
The answers are "blowing in the wind".

Jubilant,
Some spaces filled,
while others 
are exposed.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Last King of Scotland

If you live always as a child and never let the mind grow, what type of seeds will 
you then sow?
 
That of fantasy and selfishness is how a child can think, not understanding how 
ideas can sink. 
 
Without knowing how to decipher the reasons for why things are the way they 
turned out to be.
 
Darkness shadows the light that shows the path to growth and peace.
 
If we live without consequences as a child believes, then we live with intolerance 
and lies.
 
For only through knowledge can our world and our humanity survive



**I wrote this after watching "The Last King of Scotland"


Details | Rhyme | |

that single moment

a single moment when you know your life is turning bright,
a single moment when you look at your new born child and know everythings going to be alright
....
a flash back appers going all threw your head, how that one amazing moment the day you got legaly wead, to the love of your life and you know that you are his one and only wife,
to that day yes that day you had created life,
that one single moment a single tear falls down your cheak,
looking at your new born child geting excited like a freak.
....
That one moment you start to pray that you wish he could of been there,
that one amazing moment he had made a child that is so beautiful and rare.
That one spicial moment you know when your child turns seven,
that one sad moment you have to tell your child your fathers is in heaven
...
that moment laying in the hopsital with a new born at your side.
that moment when you start to tear up and cry because you know you really miss the love of your life.---Larissa summitt



Details | I do not know? | |

Smile Now Cry Later

All along the concrete jungle a silence is heard, throughout the streets above & below.  
A child is weeping ever so low.  If you listen closely, hear the tears hitting the cold floor,  
the slamming of doors, wanting of more.  Listen closely, dont be distracted,  for if you 
are you will miss that the child is acting and actually laughing.  Laughing at you and 
laughing at me.  Chuckles of hate, snickers of pain, LOL ROTFL LMFAO!    Laughing at 
you and laughing at  me.  Look at the sound, do you see what I see.  See that this life 
of pain, that he is living in. he is hurting inside but hopeful and praying that the other 
side, might hold a better life.  A life that is totally unlike this, His smile is make believe, 
like a clown wearing his frown upside down.  For you see its a fantasy to be happy 
when you are his expression.  He wants to express get the all of it off his chest.  But he 
knows whats best, lock it away, there it will stay.  Til he reaches the other side and 
unlocks it to play.  Tossing out used needles day after day.  Lol is al I can say.  This side 
is like that side,,  outside the box is a mirror image of inside with nowhere to hide.  His 
little world seems redundant and lame.  Playing a game.  Cat & mouse where he is the 
cat and we are the mice.  We play the game for all of our lives.  His smile is pain and the 
source of his hate, comes deep rooted in pain, no pain no gain, or so they say.  Ooops 
up side his head!  Do the cross, say good nite to mommy and off to bed.  Only to awake 
to the same thing on different day.  He is smiling now but will be crying later,  cheesin 
right now til the pain sets in later,  He is laughing right now so that he can scream it out 
later!!!


Details | Free verse | |

Not Just another Love Poem

Love is discovered in so many ways
Different kinds we share today
For love is near, not far away
Have you discovered your love today?

Every time a mother gazes at her new born baby
Love is discovered in another way
A mother’s love does not change
It only grows as her child changes

A Father’s pride is how he shows his love
Love is discovered in another way
A father’s love is always shone through pride
In the works his children have done

When a child gets a pet
Love is discovered in another way
A child’s love is unchanged
Tears fall when the pet finally goes away

As we grow and as we change
Love is discovered in new ways
Be you a husband, father, mother, or wife
Love is sure to follow you all of you life


Details | Quatern | |

BEST FRIEND BROTHER BY ANOTHER MOTHER

 A huge part of life whilst growng up
  large part of lfe, right from a bairn,
     i was fragile,like fine bone china tea cup
       but i put on a front and wouldn`t learn

         That i was in most ways differant from you
             looking back now,you had it so hard
                i probably had no idea, not a clue
                 the extent of things, that were on your cards

                    My friend,your life has been mapped out
                      your angel in the sky will be looking down
                        of how you you have coped and no doubt
                          the extent that you`ve dealt with not a frown

                              Life stays still for no man, neither woman
                                 you came through the test with flying colour
                                    you have a grandchild to prove, maybe more coming
                                       and now all good things, i hope will follow

                                        Wrote with heartfelt love inspiration

Sonsor                                  Dedicated to my best friend D.J.Allison
michael hornschuch..
Contest
Ode to a friend


Details | Rhyme | |

Daddy

When I was just eighteen and alone on my own,
My heart was cold and hard as a simple stone.
I thought I knew what love was at that time.
Though what I was feeling was just puppy prime.
I prayed to God to deliver my love to me.
Even at cost, of her having another’s baby.
It so happened, she got pregnant you see.
So she came and I offered my heart so free.
When the child was born, my daughter came to be.
My heart softened quickly, when I heard “Daddy”.
I lost my first thought of love, in a very short while.
Totally my fault, my mind was full of ill-gotten guile.
Though my love never faded for the little girl,
She went away; my heart and mind went awhirl.
Forever and a day she still calls me Daddy.
Whenever I hear that word, it makes me happy.
She will always be my first little girl, forever more.
As well each time she says that word for sure.
My soul and heart will melt deep into the core.
Hearing that two syllable word, makes me soar.


Details | Epigram | |

PROCREATION

PROCREATION


If,
The act of procreation
Painful was,
Rarely 
Would we have witnessed 
Children to be
Born!

 

©Demetrios Trifiatis
    15 APRIL 2013


Details | Rhyme | |

A Penny for Your Crumbs, Sir

On tender heel a waif did chase
a simple meal of bread
For his belly grumbled for any crumbs
before he went to bed,
or the morrow find him dead

Bread could be bought a dollar a loaf, 
way more than he could pay
He begged for just a pennies worth
Yet the baker refused his say
“Be off with you, run and play!”

On tender cheeks the waif did spill
a single silent tear
No bread for he or his little sister
In which he held quite dear
Praying they’d see another year

On wounded heels the waif did chase
the baker to his berth
He offered to give him his last coin
For left crumbs, just a pennies worth
Cowering under the baker’s girth

Angrily the baker turned and shook 
the crumbs all around
Telling the waif he better not be seen
On morrow when he made his rounds
“Ye’d be better six feet underground!”


By: Debra Squyres on 01/12/13


Details | I do not know? | |

my little orphan

I can't promise you food, I can't make you happy. I wish I could stop your tears but I
can't do that either.
But your my starving orphan, My little child so I'll protect you if I can for just a
little while. the kisses won't stop, the hugs our everlasting. I'll search for a brighter
tomorrow so you can see it to.
I can't promise you the world or the violence will stop tomorrow but I promise you'll have
love always coming your way. I'll be by your side and keep your dreams alive cause your my
little orphan child and mama will stay by your side.
There's things you will see that a child shouldn't see. You'll have memories I can't take
away so we'll go through them together and create new ones one at a time. Then the
nightmares they won't haunt you and no one will hurt you just don't be afraid to do it
alone. Cause your my little orphan child and baby your loved.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

ANGER PERPETUATES ANGER

''ANGER   PERPETUATES  ANGER'' 
SHE CAN'T EVER REMEMBER, A TIME WITHOUT HEARING 
HER MOM SAY THAT MEN ARE NO GOOD 
HOW THEY ONLY WANT SEX, AND TO GET IT, THEY PLAY WITH YOUR HEAD 
"GIRL, DON'T FALL FOR NO MAN", MOM SAID POINTING HER FINGER 
A BITTERNESS HEARD IN HER VOICE 
CHOOSE A MAN WITH SOME MONEY, OR POWER, TO LAY WITH INSTEAD 
WITH THIS DEEPLY INGRAINED IN HER SPIRIT 
SHE CLOSED PATHWAYS THAT LED TO HER HEART 
ON HER MOMMA'S INSISTENT ADVICE, ALL HER ACTIONS WERE DRAWN 
SHE PASSED OVER ALL MEN WHO MIGHT LOVE HER 
FOR NO VALUE IN LOVE, WAS SHE TAUGHT 
BUT THREE CHILDREN LATER, THE MEN WITH THE MONEY, WERE GONE 
HER CHILDREN ALL HAD DIFFERENT DADDIES 
WHO HAD NO LOVE FOR THEM OR FOR HER 
SHE HAD CHOSEN THESE MEN CAUSE HER MOMMA, HAD TOLD HER SHE 
SHOULD 
BUT SHE NOW FACED THE COLD CONTRADICTION 
THAT SHE FOUND IN HER MOMMA'S ADVICE 
HER LIFE DID NOT TURN OUT THE WAY, THAT HER MOM SAID IT WOULD 
SO THEN THERE BECAME AN AWARENESS 
OF HER MOM'S PHILOSOPHICAL VIEW 
THERE WAS PAIN AND FRUSTRATION AND ANGER, FROM CHOICES MOM 
MADE 
FOR HER MOM WHO HAD MADE THESE BAD CHOICES 
PASSED THE BLAME ON THE MEN, IN HER LIFE 
THE MEN, THAT GRANDMOM SAID CHOOSE, AND POOR MOMMA HAD PAID 
YOU SEE ANGER "PERPETUATES" ANGER 
LIKE A CANCER, IT GROWS AND IT SPREADS 
IT WAS PASSED DOWN FROM GRANDMOM TO MOMMA, THEN MOMMA TO 
DAUGHTER 
FROM GRANDMOM TO GRANDCHILD THIS ANGER WAS PASSED 
'CAUSE NO ONE THOUGHT, TO BREAK THIS CHAIN 
AND THE HOPE OF WHAT "MIGHT'VE BEEN", SWALLOWED, LIKE 
BITTERSWEET WATER. 


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The Jackal

Night unto night and day unto day; what is this entity....

Realizing now when I was but a child and the boogeyman whom would

Enter into my dreams and nightmares was no less than that of myself in

A future to be borne amid Jekyll and Hydes scenarios and truths; within

This battle waged by the flesh upon my spirit to possess, its sacred light....

Cravefuls enemy peering through times window and scratching at tomorrows door!?

And I as a frightened child of sort unknowing; to confront its growling pain

Until one day my beautiful Father arrived through the pandorians secret passage to say 

“Be not afraid of the terrors which dwell by night for, I Am forever by your side.” ~ 

His Glory then thus imparted; I being enlightened became myself bold 

Towards this perpetual raging storms taunting and wailing cries from outside; ripping

These boards from trembling windows as tearing bolts amid screaming doors....

Dashing through times threshold; only to find that the shadow of tomorrows flesh 

Was nowhere to be found and yet hiding behind the bushes a child; this Hyde?!

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....“Knowing, The Jackal” ~


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Katrina

 The water is rising, levels getting high.
Hold to the bible and don't say good bye.
 Act like a soldier, Stand hold your ground.
Pray for your family,Pray for your land.
 I cant believe whats happening, It just cant be.
Pray for My family & please pray for Me.
 Lord Jesus I'm sorry,Please don't forsake me.
I'm here child dont fear.
 Just come hold me tightly.
Your love is so stong, I won't take this lightly.
 Your faith is so strong I just won't ignore.
Come to me child and Walk apon the Shore.


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A Child's Chance At Life

Long ago, a parent, could assume,
about a children's whereabouts, and they be right.
Now, in the new age, that were in, a parent,
not even once, can leave their child, out of sight.

All because precious, is no longer sacred,
a child is vulnerable, in so many, a degree.
For there, are predators, everywhere, you never know, 
whom they are, and where they might be. 

However, everywhere, a parent can't be, all the time,
instead must equip, a child with, the defense, to survive.
Teaching and preaching, to instill, in them, the truth,
so they won't be gullible, in believing, the alluring jive.

Then finally hoping, a chance is being given,
for that child, to truly, become an adult.
Because when innocence, from a child, is then taken,
their progress, goes to a screeching halt.


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My Children Part 2

May I be brave for them 
May I lead the way running barefoot in the rain
May I sing to them always
May I give to others
May I teach them to love
May I chase butterflies with them
May I laugh and make them laugh
May I not cause them to cry
May I show them wisdom
May I teach them kindness
May I demonstrate strength
May I show them how to forgive
May I make them feel loved... 
Appreciated, accepted, unique
May I show them that they are special in my heart,
May I be strong and keep holding on for them
And when things go astray… 
May I pray to keep moving on
When my feet won't budge, 
May I still try to be strong
For my spirited little soldiers, my children
May I be not weak, stand up and speak for the right and exercise patience
May I continue to believe, never letting go of my hope
May my faith keep me going, for my children
May I dance, whenever I have the chance to
Then they will see how beautiful this life can be
How glorious are the trees, how wonderful are the streams
Oh my Children, how beautiful life can be


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Success born

5th january2012.

Before you read the poem please put together the first alphabet of each line to understand the theme…success personified (acrostic style with rhyme)

Seeds sown at the child’s birth, Understand that to be born in sin, there is no dearth. Cease to reason why the mother her name is always betrayal, Come on we all know her best girl friends are struggle, heartache, disappointment and denial. Ease into the child ears soft strain of lullabies of hardship,sorrow,grief and of people on trial. Sure we are that the father his name is sufferings, his buddies are tragedy and despair, Sweet child of the unholy union can be the one to get the electric chair, ……………………………… But is known as SUCCESS if given tender loving care, Oh its roots are always never too rich, that of multimillionaire. Rise from the crowd below and climb the steps of glory, Now on is the only aim for him so that in his memoir he can write a fine story….


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My Daughter

My daughter was six when she drowned
In a lake of cold, dark water
Whoever said, "Time heals all wounds"
Never lost a son or daughter

She had long brown hair
And big blue eyes
A parent mourns forever
When their child dies

Forty three years have passed
Since that awful day
I so miss what might have been
Maybe a grandchild along the way

I hoped someday 
My heart would heal
But even after all these years
The pain is still so real.


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Chasing Camouflaging Chameleons

Once, twice, you dreamt to serve humanity,
     the most downtrodden, bogged in poverty;
          but something in you and in society
               convinced you of your dream's futility.

You sought comfort in spirituality,
     so tired and thirsting for tranquility;
          but even that turned out to be a bore,
               so you still searched and craved for so much more.

Blame it on the government, now you say,
     blow it up, beat it down, blast it away;
          but while you bleed and hide from day to day,
               you doubt the why of it, and why you stay.

And so you join the fight in the rat race,
     where wealth is might, you're just a faceless face;
          though you survive, you're so dissatisfied,
               something real and good sorely missing inside.

Now home at last, you work with homegrown ease,
     writing books, singing songs, planting trees,
          cherishing nature's beauty tame and wild,
               seeing it through the eyes of your own grandchild !


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THEY LEARN WHAT THEY LIVE

Raise up a child in the way he should go,
And when he is old he won't stray;
And teach him the laws of good common sense,
To ensure his well being, and pray;

And remember to teach by example as well,
For in preaching he hears only words.
He must see these ideals at work in your life,
To accept them in his and concur,

To live each new day the best that he can,
And cleave to the straight, narrow path;
For they learn what they live, these children of ours,
And today's all the time that we have.



"SCOLDING AND SPANKING A CHILD HELPS HIM TO LEARN;
 LEFT TO HIMSELF HE BRINGS SHAME TO HIS MOTHER."
                                                                              Proverbs 29:15


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Sort Of True Life

About half way through this next poem I had a slight break with reality and decided to go straight for the humor! Hope you enjoy it.
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When she was a child of dreams 
She knew for certain stars could fly 
And high above the billowed clouds 
Is where she knew the angels lie 
When she was a child of light 
She saw the world in different views 
In colors filled with golden dawns 
And everything she saw was new 
When she was a child of life 
She put behind her childhood dreams 
After that 
Everything went to hell 
She lost her job 
Got shot 
Was arrested for public lewdness 
And ended up in debtors prison 
Spent 16 months on skid row 
Found religion 
And three years later elected president


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REMEMBERING

My child who was laid to rest
In the stillness of mind
You are within my thoughts

Though time has gone by
Still you creep up
Within these chambers

Yet my tears now 
For most are dried
I kiss you now
For one more last time
In mind I have said this
So many times.

Now too I must find my way
Still for me to have time to live
My sweet child you were

I have learned through you
Time, all is time
To become whole, to be complete
To be!

But with all tears so many shed
Love must shine within all
Yes shine,
To be a pillar in someone else's storm
To soothe, to help in someone else's
Pain and grief
Sleep now my child
Sleep till we meet again.


R.I.P. 05/22/2000


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The Feeling Of Forgiveness

Oh, the feeling that comes with forgiveness,
   The warm cleansing washing
      with the Blood of the Lamb.
The arms of the Father enfold you completely
   and you know that you know
      you're a child of "I AM".

I am a child of the almighty Father,
   I feel secure in the 
      love of the Son.
He made a promise He'd never leave me.
   There is life everlasting
      in the Eternal One.

He is the Blessed Hope that I cling to
   He is the water 
      to drink and not thirst.
He is the Bread of Life I partake of.
   And in all things
      My Lord Jesus comes first.

Glory, Glory, Glory to Jesus.
   Praises to Him who
      loved me so much.
Give Him all Glory,praise Him forever,
   for His Grace, for His love
      and for His healing touch.














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Summer

Summer

At this point I can barely remember it
It’s mostly random images that flash by like past lovers
But at the time I could feel it fit
After all it was my first summer.

The running and jumping 
The noises and shouting
The rumors were spreading
And circling about me.

The trucks passing by held the coldest delights
The sound of it’s music carrying out in the night
But what is this thing that escapes in the air?
You won’t see it even if you’re standing right there
Hiding my eyes afraid of showing my tell
My heart was uplifted and truly overwhelmed

The hottest of days 
Oh it wakes me still
Daydreaming of nightmares
Not getting my fill

What is this image that’s not like the rest?
This woman I see now in a shadowy black dress.
She haunts my summer 
And raptures my soul
Why is this aching 
Now feeling so cold?

The visage is smeared with traces of powder
All that is seen are empty faces around her
The warmest of summers did not bring me joy
Maybe it did though for the youngest of boys?

I grew up much faster than anticipated
As for the greatest of seasons I must remain waiting
For a pocket of earth
Could never compare
To what the future can carry
Whilst bringing you there.


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Sometimes

Sometimes...
  When the weight of the world wants to crush my soul
splintering my heart into tiny pieces
  Sometimes ...
I’ll just sit at my window -staring through the glass 
  as the rain quietly drips down my window panes

I feel the child that sleeps inside of me...
  wanting so badly to be hugged - to be loved
It nibbles greedily at my heart strings 
  these pangs of wanting - needing 

As I feel my tears quietly stain my cheeks
  leaving their clear, salty trace - I hear her voice
and I listen to the hopes and dreams of my needy child 
  this little girl that sleeps inside my soul - my mind
I quietly pay attention to her heart 
  her unspoken words- held so deep within 

I imagine her dancing - laughing - playing carefree
  Watched over lovingly by those who were supposed to care
Those too busy to notice
  Those who failed to pay her mind…
Failing to connect the dots that made her smile
  Failing to help her blossom into a woman

Through my window - I watch the rain cry its tears
  As they silently drip down the window panes of my heart - 
my child’s heart
  Peeling back the worn, torn pages of my mind
I reticently watch the world go by - wishing 

So many of my pieces missing - 
  leaving raw, unfinished edges on my skin
Elusive, tainted memories of a childhood never given
  Love never shared 
Left alone - neglected

Tracing the rain as it drips quietly on my window pane
  I touch the wetted tears on my face
Reminiscent of my own failings as a mother
  Evoking the sad memories of my wounded, lost childhood
The weeping tears of me - her 
  My little girl within

 


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Dichotomy

Weary of the Singular crush
The Universe expands to feed the hungry void
Scattered into fragments unfamiliar with separation
Astonished by isolation.

Nostalgic for the singularity, remnants come together
Forsaking vast expanses to cold emptiness
As debris is swept up
Forming planets, stars and galaxies.

Celestial bodies whirl around the deserted vacuum
Briefly touching each desolate point in the abyss
Remembering the void left in their wake
Never to visit again.

Nostalgic for the singularity, miraculous fragments come together
To create life!
Simple creatures born of the drive to integrate
Branching out and climbing the evolutionary tree.

The seas are teeming with life, brimming over
Until the familiar crush becomes unbearable
And the primal drive for expansion propels life outward
To occupy every vacant niche.

Nostalgic for the singularity, people come together
As family and friends, as clubs and societies,
And as lovers bridging the rift to become one again
Creating life in a moment of unity.

The sacred singularity of mother and child is cherished
Until overwhelmed by the ancient expansionary drive
And the child is expelled from the womb 
To claim one more vacancy for humanity.

All beginnings and endings are driven by the dichotomous conflict
Between competing Universal instincts
To separate and expand into the insatiable emptiness
Or to coalesce and return to ONE.


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Father and Son

He came into your world
at just the perfect time
His eyes were fixed on you
the cries you didn't mind

His mother was so proud
an heir to keep the name
You bragged to all your friends
life never was the same

He watched you every day
quite often mimicked you
The words you chose to use
he often spoke them to

And now the son is grown
his ways are fixed and firm
A child he soon will have
his ways that child will learn


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Blood Calls

So many gifts and so much pain
sometimes it seems we've naught to gain
for born within this maze of genes
comes great insight but also burdens

The gift of sensitivity
this rare potential for connectivity
with a genetic map, each child born
must reach out far beyond their skin to transform.

Reach out within creation rampant,
detached from bloods vehement drumming descant
each child must puzzle through the skin of man
interweaving their genetics unplanned?

Since, life and death must ebb and flow
the weak child must pass, the strong must grow, and so..
unprotected sympathy declines
some seek strong drugs while others seek their wine.

It hurts, oh how it hurts to see
to feel, to know, to hush, to be an amputee
but sensitive souls can seldom bare 
raw, bloody life on earth without a care.

And so, they come and go lost souls,
if not aided by a higher hand's control.
We all lose, we lose their divine gift
their plight is ours and death comes swift.


 
 
*Dedicated to Craig Cornish 
and all the sensitive souls who find life
too much and must dull its blows.







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Sometimes its hard not to wonder

Sometimes its hard not to wonder what life your child might lead
 youve taught them everything they know but it was there choice to listen.
 It broke your heart when there was a problem they had to deal with alone or they didnt ask you for help anymore to make chocolate chip cookies 
you feel useless as a parent when your kid doesnt need you
 and sometimes its hard not to wonder what life your kid might lead 
a simple thought that even the best parents ponder is will they be good or bad 
will they help you at the grocery store
 or kick and scream on the floor in front of prejudice shoppers 
will they be successful or counterproductive 
will you wave at them when your ordering your hamburger at mcdonalds 
or will they be the ones saying we found you a new kidney 
will you be a grandfather or grandmother someday watching your grandchildren do the cutest little things
 or will your child even produce kids at all. Will they be sick as we know all children do 
but will they be really sick something that doesnt just require
 hot stew and cough syrup to get better trust youve taught them
 well they know all they know because of you and greater forces at 
play and because of that theyll be okay 


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Living Her Life

She sees the pains,
Which her native folk have gained.
She changed from a little girl
To someone who has always had the potential
To change her own little personal inner world.
As a child she never went through
What some other children of her people
Had went through themselves.

She used to never knew how the roots
Of all her people’s issues
Were and are so controversial.
Blessed was she, as a very young child,
For not knowing fully all the reasons why.

Blessed that she is and will always be
Full of feeling, and always quietly wondering “Why?”, 
Now she is filled with new knowledge and a developing sense of wisdom 
Within her own individual mind.
She is now what she had always
Envisioned and imagined before, since her elementary days.
She is (“I am...”) not entirely that same little girl anymore.
She is now one of the many of that particular kind.

Within her imagination is a longed 
Wanting of finally revealing 
The truths she has discovered and
How her people must change for the better.
Throughout her whole life, which she’s lived through so far,
She maintains a heart filled with feelings, 
A mind filled with knowledge
And a slight emotional immaturity as representation
That her inner child self is still alive on the inside.

Her inner and past child self (who was different from all the rest,
But was also similar to them when at their best).
Never truly knew how far she’d come in life.
(As of right now and forever into the future)
How she has grown and maintained herself
Is how she had made that (her) inner voice in her head and 
Had also long ago already acknowledged her true self.

She still stands in her own believing faith and faith in herself
And her lack of prejudice is what makes her naive thinking
Make her own days in her life far brighter than what others say
As they discourage her from doing 
Or trying to pursue something grand and part of a divine plan.
Even after times and tribulations involving doubting tremble.

Blessed she is for being so whole in her own presumed thoughts,
Blessed she is for logical thinking based on emotion and feelings.
Blessed she will always be, for Christ himself said to a woman
(who was suffering from something for more than 12 years), 
“Your faith is what made you whole.”
Now she thinks...
“Grateful and blessed I am, to the point of tears of joy and sorrow of how I used to doubt.
I now forever know what my life will be like beyond tomorrow.”


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TEARS ON SANTA'S CHEEKS

TEARS ON SANTA'S CHEEKS Daddy's little girl is going. Daddy's little girl is slowly leaving... Silent night, it's what the angels are singing Outside there are ringing laughter, however-- on a hospital bed which was cold white as the snow lies the body of a little girl, dead. Her little soul just had to go. She just had to go ahead than the others. Her once sun kissed face when she smiles now a the palest cream Her once twinkling eyes now shut so tight. The glow of light and love she always bring was lost on Christmas night as Santa stood in red and white holding a present on his hands staring at the child his eyes wet with falling tears for his little girl had died. ©O. E. Guillermo 12:02 am, November 27, 2014


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Her Name Is Brittney

Brave hearted, an ambitious soul

Raving beauty, tip of the knoll

Intellectually tops the poll

Thoughtful friend, able to console

Thinker, for deep answers she’ll troll

New adventures in her life stroll

Exceptional, she has big goals 

Yearns for actions that make her whole


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Sweepstakes

He was a silent man.

He stayed upstairs, typing unceasingly
and during dinner, mumbled accusingly
nothing ever finished

That evening he noticed, 
saw his child sitting in the distance
alone, he crossed the field

He teased; they played, 
among the blades of several hills, 
a thousand times they rolled, 
vibrating

He laughed; they roared
 Disney visions, collaborating 
goose-bumps; torching recollections.

He taught; they practiced
hundreds, of air pockets among them 
they flew like ravens


They went home, and thereafter

He was a silent man; 
his child unspoken.


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breakable

My life is a tragic story
you read about
that kind of thing that 
would made you sick
to dream about
but when you have a child
it's one of those things you
have to think about
and never question them
nor ever show dout

Mother you should have known
I'd never lie to you
you should have seen
then little girl inside of me
but how crazy am I for
even thinking you'd care
it's my life
be my hated affair

I didnt have to problem
to be the one to hate class
to me is was another pass
from the life of glass
i knew one day I wouldn't
be able to take it and it'd just shatter
instead my head was filled with
laugher, ringing in a painful screech
no reason to give a hopeless speech

of how right and wrong
effected me 
or how his choices
made me into me
the angered, crazed and
halmful daze of a child left behind
I am a child to a mother
who was meant to be born blind


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God Knew Me Before I Was Born

God Knew Me Before I Was Born! God knew me, before I existed! He was there, before my name was listed! Before I was born, he had a divine plan! He was there, before I reached out my hand! Before I knew who I even was, or my name… His life for mine, way why his son came! Before I could put on my shoes and clothes… He had called me! It was I… That he chose! Before I was old enough to make up my own mind… He was there waiting! So patient and kind! Before I became an adult… I refused to believe! Whatever God offered... I didn’t want to receive! Before too long… I had my own family and home. But then family left me... And I was alone! Before God… I came, and cried and repented! The inside of my mind felt confused and tormented! Before I really knew what was actually going on… God reached inside and forgave me of past wrongs! Before the next day was coming about… I found a new love and peace throughout! Before God, I know that he’s changed me! I have found a new life for eternity! Won’t you come before God and accept him too? You’ll never know what he can do for YOU! By Jim Pemberton


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I TOO HAVE A DREAM

Just like Dr. KIng I too have a dream
I have a dream that one day children of all ages and colors will receive a better 
education
Where they will one day have a better life after graduation
These students will hold their heads up high whether they become the next 
lawyer or doctor in the world
By stepping up to say I am now a man or woman, no longer a boy or girl
I have a dream that every child will go to school and put forth effort in all their work
So that they will not need or want for anything, a life full of happiness rather than 
hurt
These students will sit in that chair or that desk and take in everything that's 
being said
Taking in knowledge rather than putting foolishness in their heads
In this dream children will be able to thank teachers for everything they know
College is where we should further our education, so its college we shall go
I have a dream that students will not go home to parents and lie about what 
they've earned 
But go home to parents and show them exactly what it is they've learned
Children of all ages will realize that its best to attend school
Instead of sitting at home doing nothing with time,smoking drugs which is not 
very cool
I have a dream that we all will come together and help each other succeed
A place where we will be able to thank us and not you and me
I have a dream that no child will be left behind in grades
They will be able to thank teachers for the education they gave
A dream where students will work extra hard
Knowing that later on in life we all will play a major part
This dream will live across the nation as if its the last words to be heard
Because an education is not something that should be kicked to the curve
Students will not play when their teacher is trying to teach
Because not much  can be understood this way even if you are sitting in your seat
In this dream everyone will be all that they can be
Whether it comes from nursing in the hospital or on the streets
If my words can matter like Dr. Martin Luther KIng
Then guess what, I TOO HAVE A DREAM


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The Vision

  When I close my eyes I see winters; mountains that are hugged with snow, valleys that are 
suffocated by artic winds. The tingles in the lakes and rivers are the reflection of the eyes, 
the eyes of the life that has been frozen in the confines of a motionless liquid. Parts of the 
ground are warm where forbidden spirits slip back into life for purposes unknown by any 
mortal. A child in a window fascinated by the winter elements, a smile on his face that fogs 
the window, a fog that shatters the glass allowing this same child to become personal with 
winter"s touch. As tattered pieces of an old blanket conceal a woman with a pillow of 
concrete, hopes of summers remove despair only for the same despair to b missed. Still she 
smiles, this same smile that allows winter to give her soul a chill. The people look to the 
heavens for the signs of a rainbow to come, the hope is met with the falling of ice that sinks 
it"s frosted fangs into all that is as it once did to all that was. Drums of fire align the streets, 
huddlers gather with outstretched hands shedding tears as the fire massages the tips of their 
fingers and breathes on their faces. Yet there is no refuge as frozen advocates of this 
articsphere relinquish the inspiration of the fire. Everywhere there is hope for a summer to 
come, so that this winter may pass, yet we are at the end of june... My eyes were never 
closed.


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Sponge

Its effects run in you
Always through you
And when you’re not careful,
It can go all the way down
If you clench it hard enough
It almost squeezes back
Ripping at your everything.

In the moment it wrenches you
And you play dead for a while
Until you’re back to reality
And it releases your smile.
It’s not as bad as you thought
You’re not as bad as you thought.
Squeeze yourself,
Releasing all that needs to be said and done
Tempt yourself
For you’re not the only one.

Inside it feels like heaven
And you’re tempted to look inside
If you do, you’ll have to rip at it
Is the cost worth the price for knowledge?
It’s opened…
You see everything
But like a child, the gift of sight is blinding
You’re scared of this new beauty
You can’t understand 
There’s an adjustment with time
And you feel alive.
If you accept it’s will
The rest will come full circle,
Don’t lose your battle
For the worst thing that comes 
Is happiness, beyond good judgment…


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Nurture This Child Heavenly Father

A nurturing cradle of light
a new born's first love, first insight
a lesson instilled to always fight for what is right
thy loving hand of god take this child out beyond the heights

A mystery unknown, as new eyes search profound
each word, each whisper, a curious sound
a tiny spirit intrigued, so free and unbound
a sense, a need, a purpose is found

Oh' cradle of light
protect this child through the realm of each night
provide wisdom, knowledge and loving insight 
hollow hands of thee, a precious spirit invite


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Adults and Children

When I was a kid I could think of nothing but play
Now that I’m older worries keeps looming all the time

In my childhood I had faith
Today I have faith yet doubting

As a child I have love without questions in my mind
But now love is conditional

When I was a child I see the flowers in the funeral
Yet today the presence of the dead bugs my disturbed mind

When I was small things weren’t complicated at all
Now is a different thing with all the grown-up technicality

Friendship is easy back then
Now-a-days it’s getting harder everyday

I used to think life is ok
Then I realize life is full of misery

Children want to grow faster
Yet adult longed to pull back time

Solution is …………….
While young keep on growing in advance
Until you get older cease not being a child 2-7-07


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True Love Given Reflections of Love

Moments to Reflect
True Love

As I look up into the night sky, oh what a beautiful sight the stars shining are so bright. I think about my Lord and my heart swells and fills with so much joy that the Father of all has created such wonders in the heavens above. So much beauty, so much love.
This cause me to reflect upon my existence on this earth, why was I given birth, what is my purpose on this earth? These questions laid profoundly on my mind and brought tear to my eyes.

I got down on my knees and ask my Lord please explain it to me. From my heart came pouring out all of my thoughts along with all of my doubts.
To my lord I did say, what is it that you want from me, for I do the things that I do not want to do, and the things that I want to do, I cannot seem to do, why am I such a fool I feel like am doom?

What is wrong seems so right and doing what is right is so hard for me to do, am hurting so deep within all I want is this pain to end.
My life is filled with so many ups and down I cannot keep my feet on solid ground. I feel like am on a roller coaster and it headed hell bounded. I pray that this is not my fate it‘s Heaven’s gate that I seek and I pray that it not too late.

Then as the tears began to fall and my heart started to break; all of a sudden I felt this warm embraces. I have never in life expected such love, such comfort, or joy, and then suddenly all my pain was gone and I heard the angels singing a wonderful song. In my mind eye I could see my Lord and savior sitting on His throne looking at me.

He smile and said to me; life is worth living and this is why it was given, trials and tribulation are just part of the deal and I know that this is a bitter pill.
It in your nature to sin my child but this you can end if you walk in the light and let me come in. My yoke is easy and I make your burdens light so just ask me to forgive you of your sins for with me in your comer this fight you will win. 

Then you will be heaven bound and sin will never be able to hold you down. The guide if you decide to be at my side is written in my living words. Read them and heed them and satan will frown and you will no longer be hell bound.
Then the Lord said to me, I tell you this my little lamb,  I Am who I Am and I came into this world a long time ago, my Father sent me to earth to show His child the way. 
I became a living sacrifice and paid a debt that was not mine; so that you might find a way back home and be by my side. Rejoice; rejoice all is not lost, for I have paid the cost.

If you think that the star in the heavens are a wonderful sight; you now see what I see when I created thee. My love has no boundaries, it all for the asking if you put your faith in me. 

Trust in me with all of your heart and in this you will find the ultimate peace of mind. 
Bless you my little lamb your time was well spent praying to upon your knees. The seed has been planted and I will harvest the crops and separate the wheat from the weeds and cast them they into the lake of fire where them will suffer for all eternity. 
Having faith in me is well founded, Heaven or hell which will it be? Loving Me will set you free and guarantee you life for all eternity. This is true love that comes only from ME
the Reflections of LovePoetry


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electing the new pope

electing the new pope (conversation between two cardinals)

christian child molester with “holy” guise #1:

“psst…has joey been locked up
in the cage (vatican)?  has he been
put in a safe place where he can’t be heard,
where his senile ramblings won’t reveal
how many little boy’s that we’ve
raped & molested?”

christian child molester with “holy” guise #2:

“yes, i think he’s done with his waving &
tearing eyes, he has done his last 
praying hands, he has been shuffled off 
somewhere where he won’t be found out.”

christian child molester with “holy” guise #1:

“has he been cleaned up?  i mean, is all
the evidence gone?  we don’t want any traces
of the little boy’s DNA, we don’t want it 
getting out that joey was just like the rest of
us.”

christian child molester with “holy” guise #2:

“i understand.”

christian child molester with “holy” guise #1:

“i certainly hope you understand, because we have
to get another old shriveled up, white haired,
babbler up there quick, before easter you know.”

christian child molester with “holy” guise #2:

“certainly.”

christian child molester with “holy” guise #1:

“because you know the catholics of the world can’t
be without their little figurehead on their little
day of illusions…”

christian child molester with “holy” guise #2:

“of course not.  we wouldn’t want that! (laughing)”

christian child molester with “holy” guise #1:

(laughing with him) “the herd needs a shepherd, or they
might start think for themselves & toss out the whole 
thing.” 


Details | Free verse | |

DAVION

Davion a name i thought years ago i would not be saying everyday
you came into our world as a dream an unreachable goal in thought in some other time frame.
Your eyes blue as the sky your smile as bright as the sun my love for you has grown my wants for you have become goals my life is different because of you.
your laugh calms my soul your kisses blown are my inspiration
Davion you are a gift that almost came with a price the loss of my wife.
but together her and i intend to make your world an imagination filled dream that only you can paint on the canvas of your life and we promise to be here to praise you, honor you, cherish you, and teach you everything we know you are our only son and we will love and cherish you as long as we both breath...


We love you Davion Micheal.


Details | Free verse | |

Devil Mask

"Every time, countless stares, they try to peer into my mind. Every single time, I am so tense, I cannot relax and unwind. The painful judgment unleashed down upon my own flesh and blood, Who is right, who is wrong, who is guilty and who is strong. Who is fit to rise from that which dirties our hands and body, the mud. I want to get away from you, but I fear you not. I want to watch you suffer as I rise and you rot. Do not mistaken me, I truly am just a simple, regular girl with nothing to live for. But that means that I can go to such lengths to grab your heart and crush your core. Accusing me, I was just fine with that, But now bringing down my entire family? You scummy, shameful rats! Throughout my childhood, all I wondered was "why?" Now, I don't care, when you cross my mind, I chant, "just die." Blaming us for what? Shunning us because we fought? Your manipulation of our minds will NOT be tolerated. I am the watch dog of this family and will not let you belittle and derate. I don't need your help and I promise to be better than you, This is one of the few reasons I will continue living and that fatal day you shall rue. You stole my childhood, you made me cower in fear, you broke my already fragile soul... Therefore, allow me to dispose of that heart tainted to the level of corruption, the place where your heart was placed will become a jet black hole. How sweet shall it be to see that that fragile, odd and silent girl you ignored or insulted, Will be the end of you and all for she, for ten years and still going, has cultivated, A garden of thorny roses, beautiful in all colors and tainted with your scarlet blood so saccharine, That truly this is not a heavenly virtue but a mortal sin. And yet, perhaps your demise shall not satisfy the craving I so dearly wish to be relieved of. Perhaps you should continue to live and watch me become the things you wish you could be, but for money's sake, could not do and afford to love. But that day will come and revenge will be sweet. It will surely be the sweetest thing I could ever hope to eat~! May 1st, 2013; 5:13 pm


Details | Quatrain | |

Give Life

A baby is born to the world
So innocent and pure
Whether it's a boy or a girl
How long will it endure

No telling what it grows into
It will live as it learns
Want it to be better than you
Should just give it it's turn

Nurture it with your love and care
The thing that you should do
If it's ever feeling despair
Believe me you should, too

It's future is out of your hands
The day it's a lady
Or the day it becomes a man
No ifs, ands, buts, maybes


Details | I do not know? | |

Lost Forever

Lost Forever

A child with no where to go
Alone in a world 
Full of people
Such a tiny voice
No one could hear
A Child

Lost Forever

Pretending to be okay
Not wanting any one to see the pain
Afraid no one would believe
A child 

Lost Forever

Not knowing whom to turn to
Afraid of their own shadow
Wanting to run away forever
Hide from the pain
That will not go away
It would be so nice 
If it would get 

Lost Forever

Crying on the inside
Smiling on the outside
No one would know
That this child 
Did not feel like a child
Innocence taken away
A childhood

Lost Forever

By: Jean Shular 


Details | Quatrain | |

A Mothers Love?

How can a mother not hurt
when her child cries out in pain?
How can she turn and look away
when there's so much to be gained?

If only her heart would open
and let God show the way,
to happiness and love everlasting.
For this, I'll always pray.

Is it possible to just feel nothing
towards the child you gave away?
Please say there is at least a hope
that you will love me again some day.

When I look at my child I feel love.
I could never turn my back.
But you never felt that way towards me.
Is it something that I lack?


Details | Rhyme | |

the joining

                                             (9/7/12)

Three different women - three different cases
All gave birth to satin and laces.
One black, one oriental, one white
What they had in common was they all
Gave birth the same night.

The BLACK child was six pounds  three
Brown eyes and as beautiful as can be.
The ORIENTAL  child was five pounds nine
Jet black hair and looking fine.
The WHITE child was eight pounds three
Blue eyes, blond hair, skin fair.

All confined to the same ward and about five feet apart
All loving mothers with the kindest of hearts.
They all talked for hours on end
And made a pact that they would remain friends.

To their surprise they all lived close by.
Every weekend their families would get together
And it seemed that life couldn’t get better.
And every year on the girls birthday
They’d get together to celebrate.

NOW ! The point that I want you to see
Is if they could do it, WHY can’t we?

Why can’t all nations put aside their bigotry and hate
And join together to celebrate , just what GOD has given
And make this life on earth worth living.

© L.RAMS


Details | Light Poetry | |

My world

 A dreamer some say
 a quiet girl living in fantasy
 like an alice in wonderland, she writes
 my world I see up side down, but it's o.k I like it that way
 I had a need of wanting to belong
 people & their understanding
 I crave reality in the reflection of my life
 as words drown me
 
 Life has come together 
 I have made plans
 through the many years, tears I've cried
 I finally found what's been missing
 I haven't been a good friend
 I have ignored & let myself fall
 I haven't loved this little girl 
 I haven't loved who matter's the most 
 me..


Details | I do not know? | |

The Angel's Mission

One warm and sunny afternoon,
GOD sent his young angel on a mission.
He said he must go down to planet earth,
And bring home his youngest son.
But, the angel replied, "LORD, I am not ready,
What if I make a mistake?
I don't think I can do this LORD,
What if I loose faith?".
The LORD replied, "I know you are ready,
I can see it in your heart.
You have enough faith one angel can handle,
And my mission you must start".
But the angel replied, "LORD, do you really think 
That I will make it down there?
There are soo many of your people,
Who will I know to bring up here?".
The LORD replied, "Do not worry little angel,
I will give you signs along the way. 
And when you reach the land,
You will know which one to take".
But the angel replied, "But what if I get lost LORD,
And I don't know which way to go?
Oh LORD, I am so afraid,
Do I really have to go?".
The Lord replied, "you will not get lost little angel,
Just follow what's in your heart. 
Do not be scared my little one,
For I will be with you in your heart".
But the angel replied, "what if my wings get broken,
And I can no longer fly?
How will I carry your new arrival,
Back with me through the sky?".
The LORD replied, "if this should happen to you,
Just call upon me and I will mend them.
Do not loose faith little angel,
You have all the strength within".
The angel replied,"what if I DO make it,
And your child does not want to come?
What if he fights and refuses?
THAN will my mission be done?".
The LORD replied, "NO, my little angel, 
My child is ready to come home. 
You see, we've already spoken,
He's asked me to bring him home.
He has told me he can no longer bare the pain,
And all his family is hurting.
He wants to be in peace now,
So you must GO NOW, AND HURRY!
I have already prepared his place,
And I have already blessed his soul. 
All you have to do little one,
Is go down, and bring him home".
The little angel looked up to GOD-
And with a smile upon his face, 
He replied, "I am ready now for your mission LORD,
It's now time for the next soul to take".

10/21/00


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Daisies and the Way to Undress Summer.

“Dress me in daises,” I said, as if flowers could cover my skin in respectable ways, and
he smiled as my shoe boxes of paint tipped over, as the floor became art and the way I
walked towards him smeared my heart at his feet.


We captured laughter this way, drawing insensibilities in between us, and there was an
element of beauty in the grin of a child when it appeared to dance across his grown up
cheeks, an attraction to Peter Pan, and blond hair in the summer, as I thought I could
capture July...


The month used to sit beside my bed, fluttering night lights to save me from dreams, stars
danced in mason jars and fairytales were whispered beyond moonlight as I wrote them in my
dreams, as I watched seasons disappear into morning light.


I arrested kisses with a word and slipped them in my pockets, he commented on the rips
that always decorated the hems of my blue jeans, I played with the brown flowered
patches at me knees, I looked at him and told him my secrets, I whispered content beneath
the spring as we watched summer rise, as the sky became a canvas and I wished my hands
were more capable...


“Show me the way beyond you,” he requested, as my glance became puzzled, “Show me who you
are.”


He handed me a daisy, he told me to undress, I studied the petals as they fell to my feet,
my toes became blanketed...

and I walked towards him...


the decoration of spring mapping out my heart, and he smiled with a mouth that grinned
when he spoke my name, when he laughed in the fashion of a child and held me under
moonlight when spring faded and summer came.





Details | Free verse | |

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.


Details | I do not know? | |

Abortion poem

Tears running down her 
saddened face
Closing the door, quickly 
looking behind
Wondering why she walked into 
this place
Does anyone know what she 
just did?

A messed up life, brought on by 
abuse
Needing help, but where?
Searching for love and only 
getting used
Waking up one day, a new life 
growing inside her

Confusion clouded by doubt 
and fear
What should she do right now?
Fearing rejection and 
judgement from others 
Walking into the clinic, it would 
be ok somehow

As soon as the procedure was 
over
Tears of regret flowed down her 
face
The heart beat of a life once 
alive
Disappeared, gone without a 
trace 

A voice that would never utter 
a word
A powerful silence for the 
unborn
Quickly ushered in the arms of 
The Lord
Precious life, never to return 
again 

If you are carrying all this guilt 
inside of you
Please know that the Savior 
sent His Son to die 
He took your sins and all mine 
too
Died a cruel death, because He 
loves you!

We need to turn from all our sin
Put our faith in the holy Lamb 
of God
Don't carry all your guilt within
There's hope and forgiveness 
through the Son


Details | I do not know? | |

fractured youth

my fathers hands so worked and worn
a child of three my life was torn
my child eyes watch you endure the pain
when you left it never was the same
drunken nights i watched and cryed,fear for you so deep inside
lost and little i felt your pain, trust and hope id never regain
impaled with fear and scared for life
you cut my heart with all your strife
older now i understand , life dealt you a bitter hand
day by day i watched you suffer, all the pain i could not muster
young and lost my heart was dead, fatherly words you never said
even though my childhood was scorned, i love you father for you are mourned
i think of all your drunken night's, barroom brawls and family fights
till cancer came and scared your brain,i watched you suffer and went insane
i write this ode on a tear stained page,i felt your hurt as much as rage
my wounds are healing as time slips by, i stare at your grave and just ask why.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

A Season's Flip

Spring was a darkness bliss 
Summer was a rage to find the truth 
When fall came and the eclipse was out  
I closed my eyes... 
I think I just needed some time. 
I think I just need some time to cry over you. 
When winter came, I sang  a Taylor's swift song about a flower  I never got. 
I drove around way too much looking at places I  had already seen 
I guess you could say I  took a ride. 

The lightning flashed and the seasons changed 
A world to be  
A world to know 
My strength revealed 
The flip of the coin 

Spring was a blissful wind  
Summer gave truth to see  the light 
When Fall came and my son was born 
It sure made life a whole lot clearer 

A bliss it was to see his eyes staring back at me. 
When winter came  
I  had to watch you walk away and sing Foo Fighter's song, "Learning to Walk Again" song remembering it was me who gave you flowers in those December months. 
I drove around and looked   at places I  had never seen 
I guess you could say I  took a joyful ride 
I stopped crying over those flowers I never got 
  
I think I just needed some time  
I think I just need some time to let you walk away 

The thunder roared  and the seasons changed 
A world to be  
A world to know 
My strength renewed 
The flip of the coin strength  revealed the seasons of time  
The flip of the coin  
It sure made life a whole lot clearer.


Details | Free verse | |

Mother And Child

            Mother and Child

Nothing is more perfect than mother and child
Baby clings on mom’s neck secure in the facts of life
Mom snuggles there in gentle endless caresses
What could be sweeter than the warm milk
Poured out as nourishment and purity for baby
To spice the day as they play
The old house on the cliff keeps them happy
Their days are filled with looking out at the great sea
Watching the heavy waves lap on boulders just below them
The sound, like a somber lullaby, moves them off to sleep
To keep them grounded up above
Sometimes in Spring they dance hand in hand along the cliff
Being ever mindful not to slip
Taking their love one step at a time in humble trust
Mother and child are always sweet and kind


 


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Your Distance

You were my delight my only child that I prayed for.
My joy overcrowded all thoughts from that day on
I burped you, changed your diapers, and watched you grow.
Take your first steps, I recall patting you to sleep,
Patting you, while you lay upon my chest, gently,
Listening to you fighting sleep, though ever so tired.
Remembering those times will be my epitaph always
Reading to you before you fell asleep each night,
You were more than my world; you were everything,
Then you were whisked away from my life so quick.
Lost I wondered within my mind, wanting, needing
Almost a decade of not knowing, not seeing you at all,
Missing the important years, my heart lost and faded.
My child was gone from my life, losing so very much.
Joy I felt upon that first day, I saw your eyes; I adored
You did come back though oh so distant from my life.
I was and always will be your daddy, loving forever.
Unconditionally, no matter what you do to anyone, or me
All my interests and endeavors are for your future and more.
Many things I was in failure to teach you through the years.
I was glorified beyond any blessings from children you bore.
I made mistakes I should have followed more closely at times.
Not wanting to intrude was my undoing, my ultimate crimes.
To me, part of life is making mistakes, learning, growing.
However, I failed to be there to help guide your travels.
My heart, soul, and mind gave all that I could within our time.
My homestead I gave, in love for you to grow stronger still.
However, I failed to promote the importance of its needs in depth.
Now I must prevent another failure, though you do not understand.
My boldness and refusal to your desires are for a better futures end.
Not to allow the return of a mistake in much anguish I attend.
To allow another to navigate the abode in current conditions,
Shall create more loss in one form or the other to no good ends,
My standing firm at this call is in the best interest to all indeed
My heartbreaks, my mind wallows in the failures of my past.
I must make a slight adjustment; though understand you do not.
Maybe in the future you will understand the strength I give.
These are some of my hardest days of life, for your daddy knows.
However, I must force the understanding of truth about life’s needs.
This is just one lesson I must teach before my end, This I know.


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Bonds

I was raised      in a prison of darkness
along walls of cement      have I groped
the hearts here      deep scarred and callous
no dreams of a child       had I hoped
 
Starved             for affection and famished
though surrounded by people           alone
sixty four rooms       I could roam in
but that place               was never a home
 
Just one more workhouse            to live in
my duties                   to serve and to clean
no pay                 for the labor was given
I was here to work         and be not seen
 
I could go days            with seeing no parents
went to school        and to work            and to bed
my breakfast                 was in my room coffee
the feral cat           entertained in the shed
 
This building                   has so many toilets
even the master                   one I must clean
I drop like a stone             in my bed at night
I sleep so deeply      to dead to dream
 
Though I live now this place            with my father
it's no different             than with strangers I slept
they too              used me like a work horse
their houses the places               I kept
 
Somewhere was lost to me             childhood
not a human            soul I could trust
I do not know love              it is fiction
as into this life        I was thrust
 
There were times       I wished mother successful
where in the peace            of death I would sleep
the pain of knowing                       I'm unwanted
was to much        for this child to keep
 
I suppose it's                this very reason
I recognize             the true face of Love
the nigh hundred people               I lived with
qualify not of that place         to be of
 
I've been exposed to violence              on children
and all their secrets           I can confide
recognize the damage                it does you
and those who these secrets           do hide
 
It is easy to remain lost here
where no true tracks            be seen on your road
where life             has not direction or guidance
and one is broken           by the weight of its load
 
But there are so many rooms           in this prison
and each every one          has its own trap
the master of death                 who has forged them
place these obstacles     in every path
 
So while your searching           for life and its answers
the only one worthy            to steadfastly teach
should exist       every day in your dealings
and your connections             from greatest to least
 
I'll not care about          the labor I give you
as long as love            my load is light
we will share         in living together
in our unity       we can delight
 
I learned               to take care of your body
but it takes two            for the care of the soul
I could live alone here             without you
but it's the sharing         that makes us whole...
 

COPYRIGHT © 2012 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


Details | Ode | |

A SOMALIAN CHILD

Behold there, a Somalian child is standing upon dry hard rocks.
Its two eyes glitter like a rough diamond, parched, bleak and dark.
Its belly exhibits the fragile bony ribs and silently mocks
The phony Art that seeks phony beauty even in wounded scar-mark.

The orphan boy was trying to scream but no voice came out
From its barren vocal cord, empty stomach and shrinking lung.
Its salty tears have dried out too like parched petals of a dead sprout.
Its face looked blue and pale as if it were serpent-stung.

This child, like all newborns here, was born with a constant Curse
Of utmost struggling life until it moves, stares, breathes no more.
Even showers upon the drought-infested land cannot reimburse
The untold tales of such millions of children, the Pain-store.

Two immobile figures of dead parents laid on dusty ground
And blurred cries of the child melted in heat of wind there.
No humans were there to hear except vultures that hovered around
The dead bodies and waited until death of the tiny figure.


Details | I do not know? | |

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


Details | Couplet | |

Murray

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


Details | Blank verse | |

Life Feels Good

Wow life feels good so much has happened
 since i have been on here i have two kids know
 a boy and a girl i feel so alive!! I lost my kids to
 CPS in may 2012 because some stupid *****my 
husband was doing but since that time i have proving 
myself that i am a good mother that my kids do meaning the 
world to me we do make mistakes but tell me who out there 
does not whether we admit it or not we are human and we do 
make mistakes but u have to be mature and take responsibility
 for what u have done GOD gave me and my family a second chance 
 and am so glad that this happened not the way it did but it was a big
 wake up call to me and i do need to grow up i have too kids and god
 let me keep them i love them to death but wow life does feel good i 
learned to love and to see the good in people and i appreciate what 
CPS did i know people come and complain about them but honestly they 
are doing wat is best for the kids and if u want your kids back jump through
 the hoops life is short and if u didn't want kids them why did u bring them
 into this world??  they have no fault in any ones behavior they just want
 to be loved like god says i am lending you my children and take care of
 them for if not i will find out in the end when the heaven and the earth fall !!! 
but am so glad that i had this chance to change i love my life i love my family
 thanks good for letting me change !!


Details | Lyric | |

Value

A smile in a thought of a "forever" like this.
A dream from a star's one wish.
A love of a life from a fairy tale one told
To a child with an imagination worth a whole pot of gold.

Can you really put a value to something like this?
Like that feeling you get from your last first kiss?
Or the dreams that come true from a shooting star's wish?
There's no value worth more than all this.

A song from a night from a heart's first glance.
A sway from a dress from a love's first dance.
A rose from a thorn from a child's freedom.
A ring from a night from a tear from one.

Can you really put a value to a moment like this?
To a second in time so carefree as this?
To a heartbeat caused by pure peace and bliss?
To a child's eye lit by a shooting star and a wish?

Could you tell me what it's worth?
Or could you tell me which came first?
Was it hope for a future unknown,
Or happiness from the love that's shown?
Was it a dream from a fairy tale,
Or optimism after every fail?
Because the child that I've never seen
Is one without a single dream.

So tell me,
Can you really put a value to this?
To a first kiss?
A child's wish?
Pure bliss?
To this?
To this moment looking into your eyes?
To a fairy tale defined
By you and I.


Details | Rhyme | |

ABOUT ABORTION

Humans shaming us with deeds vile as any satanic rite
Lumps of flesh dumped in alleys under cover of darkness
Blessed not to know life, spared a sorry plight
From biological parents who met to sate compelling desires of the flesh

Irresponsibility and weakness combining to abandon fruits of fleeting carnal lust
Visiting shady clinics manned by leeches fuelled by greed
Their outlook distorted from vending Death, while Hippocrates’s oath gathers dust
Pall bearers to that love which drowns the child after flowering the seed

Clinics flourishing on mankind’s myriad perversions – enticing doom
For their ability to delve into the realms of the unknown
Long before the end of nature’s cycle in the womb
At will deciding those destined to perish and those deemed fit to breathe on

Society, a bad joke in any part of the world, has decreed
Those born out of wedlock to live in the fringes
Pondering not the fate of those victims of misdeeds
The hapless women who've suffered man’s intemperate binges

Spare a thought for those luckless women
Whose conscience forbids them from killing the child within
Those who had motherhood forced upon them
And bring forth the child only to be damned as living in sin 

How heartless can we get, denizens of a world bound by lofty tenets
Hypocrites all, we have condemned them to a life of shame
Victims of betrayed trust, lust and the wretched Fates
How life makes them suffer, they become indifferent to pain

Rearing children of fiendish lineage
Praying fervently that their children don’t take after them
Transition from repressed childhood to youth, knowledge to rage
The tussle is deadly, and the winner Abel or Cain 

   


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True Love

Moments to Reflect
True Love

As I look up into the night sky, oh what a beautiful sight the stars shining are so bright. I think about my Lord and my heart swells and fills with so much joy that the Father of all has created such wonders in the heavens above. So much beauty, so much love.
This cause me to reflect upon my existence on this earth, why was I given birth, what is my purpose on this earth? These questions laid profoundly on my mind and brought tear to my eyes.

I got down on my knees and ask my Lord please explain it to me. From my heart came pouring out all of my thoughts along with all of my doubts.
To my lord I did say, what is it that you want from me, for I do the things that I do not want to do, and the things that I want to do, I cannot seem to do, why am I such a fool I feel like am doom?

What is wrong seems so right and doing what is right is so hard for me to do, am hurting so deep within all I want is this pain to end.
My life is filled with so many ups and down I cannot keep my feet on solid ground. I feel like am on a roller coaster and it headed hell bounded. I pray that this is not my fate it‘s Heaven’s gate that I seek and I pray that it not too late.

Then as the tears began to fall and my heart started to break; all of a sudden I felt this warm embraces. I have never in life expected such love, such comfort, or joy, and then suddenly all my pain was gone and I heard the angels singing a wonderful song. In my mind eye I could see my Lord and savior sitting on His throne looking at me.

He smile and said to me; life is worth living and this is why it was given, trials and tribulation are just part of the deal and I know that this is a bitter pill.
It in your nature to sin my child but this you can end if you walk in the light and let me come in. My yoke is easy and I make your burdens light so just ask me to forgive you of your sins for with me in your comer this fight you will win. 

Then you will be heaven bound and sin will never be able to hold you down. The guide if you decide to be at my side is written in my living words. Read them and heed them and satan will frown and you will no longer be hell bound.
Then the Lord said to me, I tell you this my little lamb,  I Am who I Am and I came into this world a long time ago, my Father sent me to earth to show His child the way. 
I became a living sacrifice and paid a debt that was not mine; so that you might find a way back home and be by my side. Rejoice; rejoice all is not lost, for I have paid the cost.

If you think that the star in the heavens are a wonderful sight; you now see what I see when I created thee. My love has no boundaries, it all for the asking if you put your faith in me. 

Trust in me with all of your heart and in this you will find the ultimate peace of mind. 
Bless you my little lamb your time was well spent praying to upon your knees. The seed has been planted and I will harvest the crops and separate the wheat from the weeds and cast them they into the lake of fire where them will suffer for all eternity. 
Having faith in me is well founded, Heaven or hell which will it be? Loving Me will set you free and guarantee you life for all eternity. This is true love that comes only from ME


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The Full Circle

 
  
It was a new experience this thing called fatherhood,
But he would do his best, the very best he possibly could.
Starting out on an adventure of a lifetime,
Not knowing that one day he would look back on these memories to be so sublime.

Taking on life with a full head of steam,
And not wanting to wake up in fear this might all be just a dream.
They started out with nothing more than love and the clothes on their backs,
And the burning desire that would keep them together also kept them on track.

After their first child was born it seemed to breathe even more life into their love,
Although struggling they knew they were being guided by an unseen hand from above.
And they always gave thanks to the one that guided their path and lighted their way,
And the young couple were never ashamed to bow their heads and pray.

With each day that passed you could see the strength this young couple would show,
And you could feel the love and see it visibly grow.
She never went anywhere without asking him to come along,
It wasn’t that she was weak it was that their love was truly that strong.

Then one day it was as if by magic their child was fully grown,
And ready to start her own life and venture into the unknown.
But they knew they had done their job as best they could,
And now it was their little girls time to step up to the role of motherhood.

And life goes on!


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An Innocent Child

A young homeless child
Looking for a home but finds none.
On my first day at school the mother's not around
To comfort me when I'm down-right scared
An innocent child of seventeen
I find myself locked up in a placement
An innocent child now afraid of time
Will I forget my goals and dreams?
I go to Maryhurst
And meet people who care
I learn about peer pressure and much more
Now comes the time
To break through.....
The Fear


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An Innocent Child

A young homeless child
Looking for a home but finds none.
On my first day at school the mother's not around
To comfort me when I'm down-right scared
An innocent child of seventeen
I find myself locked up in a placement
An innocent child now afraid of time
Will I forget my goals and dreams?
I go to Maryhurst
And meet people who care
I learn about peer pressure and much more
Now comes the time
To break through.....
The Fear


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My unplaned Bump

You where unplaned
5 months from  now you be a bump
before I know it you'll be here 
I love you already 
You've made have been unplaned 
But you where the best bump
That could have ever happen to me 
I love you 
I can't wait until I can hold and kiss your little checks.
You've done got me warp around your little finger
You are my one and only 
Now I can't see myself without you.
You have your daddys eyes
And my smile 
All I want is the best for you
I love you 
My unplaned bump.
I can't wait until I see your face
Don't worry everything will be alright
I got everything planed for us.


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~Mysterious Quirks~

~Mysterious Quirks~

Come enter my mind and take a little tour
So we figure out why life smells like manure
Come on take a seat and then strap yourself in
Hang on tight and let The Journey now begin

Look over here and see the child with a tear
Afraid of their own parents anytime they’re near
But upon becoming older and growing sick of that
They beat them both severely with a baseball bat

Now over there’s a woman with a blank stare
She doesn’t say a word and better not dare
Her husbands abusive and leaves her battered
Until she pulls a gun and his control is shattered

Did you notice the child who didn’t seem wild
But never displayed a grin or even smiled
They were picked on in school nearly all of their life
Then they walked down the hallway with a long knife

We could go on and on but our time is gone
To see more look past your front yard lawn
They say for every action there is a recourse
We each make mistakes but do we feel remorse

Hey did you notice everything we saw today
Came back like a wheel in some sort of way
Remember life has its mysterious quirks
And no one knows exactly how it works


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Don't grow up too soon...

Run around, fall down a lot,
play all day in your sandbox,
spill your milk and throw your peas,
say you'll only eat ice cream,
get a boo-boo, scuff your knees,
draw on walls and flush the keys,
throw a tantrum, cry and fight,
make dad plug in your night light.

All the boys and all the girls,
in all the countries of the world,
you're the future, this is true,
just don't grow up too soon.
yes, you're the future, this is true,
but mom and dad would really thank you,
to be a child many years through,
so please, don't you grow up too soon.

Horse around, get stung by bees,
pick up rocks and climb those trees,
take a step, than take one more,
time to go out and explore,
play with friends that don't exist,
make noises, speak gibberish,
cry if anything goes wrong,
when dad says no, go and ask mom.

All the boys and all the girls,
in all the countries of the world,
you're the future, this is true,
just don't grow up too soon.
yes, you're the future, this is true,
but mom and dad would really thank you,
to be a child many years through,
so please, don't you grow up too soon.


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God Still Rules My Life

 

What do we as Christians do,
    To get our point across to you?
Is violence the only way to make you understand,
    We are not going to take it any longer this is our land.
In a land of democracy the majority rules, 
     It’s time for us to wake up stop acting the part of the fool.
Christianity still leads the way in America today,
     So I think it’s time for us to let the minority hear what we have to say.
For too long we have sat back and swallowed our pride, 
      I for one am not an ostrich and I will not stick my head in the sand to hide.
Start letting the bunch that run our government know what we want.
      Let them know there will be hell to pay if they don’t.
Now they are giving birth control to our children at schools without our consent.
      That gives kids the go ahead and that gets me bent.
Plus they are taking away our God given right of having a say on what they can 
teach our child .
      No wonder things are getting so screwed up and kids are going wild.
I’m not blaming our kids or the schools, I am blaming us the parents for letting 
things get this far.
      Mrs. Goodie Two Shoes and Roger Doright can make rules up all they like, 
but in my house I wear the star.
My kids are grown and now I am raising a grandchild that I love dearly.
     So I know what is happening I see it clearly.
If we don’t draw a line it will only get worse.
     So I ask for support in putting our Lord back where He belongs and that is 
First.
     Thank You!!!


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My First Love

My First love you are the reason I am alive. You are the reason I keep climbing 
the treacherous mountain of life. You have tenderly placed my bruised and torn 
heart in the palm of your hands.  You have been with me from the beginning. 
When all hope is lost when all my dreams are shattered.  There you always are 
waiting patiently and sensitively dancing your way into my heart.
 
When my heart feels like it’s been abandoned and my tears are swimming 
fiercely to reach the seashore of new hopes and dreams.
I suddenly am awaken like a new born child and for the first time I can see that 
you have always been there waiting for me and loving me unconditionally       

My innocence as a child was stolen but you gave it back to me by blessing me 
with a young heart and a very youthful appearance. So that by your grace I can 
bask in the beauty of youth without fear and scars.  

I have been betrayed by those close to my heart but you stepped in and blessed 
me with courage and strength and unveiled the beauty of my heart.

You have blessed me with the finest pearls, my children that shape my heart

You have shined your light in the fabrics of my heart and manifested compassion 
and covered in your blood, gently stepping in the fountains of the waters of life a 
rainbow of empathy made a home in my heart. 

You are my first love, you are the reason I am alive and my children the pearls 
that shape my heart.  I love you.

tropicalangel   







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"WHISKEY,BEER AND WINE"

When I was young I had a hard life.
My mom and dad decided not to stay husband and wife.
No one was there when I was in trouble.
I needed love and someone to cuddle.
As a child I deserved better than I had.
A child should always be happy not sad.
There was nothing in my life to make me proud.
I smoked I drank I hung out with the wrong crowd.
I had a cigarett in one hand a drink in the other.
Through life all I had was my sisters and brothers.
I was headed for the gutter and going nowhere.
So I found someone that loved me and showed me he cared.
I finally decided to change my life.
So I married my husband and became a mother and a wife.
                                Teresa Skyles


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Another Miracle

Life surrounds us with miracles each and every day
Blinded are the people who don’t see the wonder display

A child who’s born with ten fingers and ten tiny perfect toes
A child who’s free from illness and healthy as he continually grows

A single mother struggling to ensure the ability to survive
Facing endless obstacles; her child’s health promotes her drive

A troubled lost soul in dire need, of a kind helping loving hand
His suicidal thoughts evaporate; a now vanished forever disband 

An atheist whose religion is filled with hatred and disbelief
As he takes his very last breath, the Lord’s love fills his voided grief

An elderly couple who’s family is misplaced and sadly out of touch
A homeless needy puppy who’s love has given them simply so much 

An abused neglected child dwelling inside a house of dead
Blessed is the hero who saves this child of dread

A once successful entrepreneur who’s lost everything he once had
Homeless in need of shelter, a “nobody” lends him a helping hand

Miracles are all around us, if we only take the time to truly see
That the next one in need of a miracle could surely be you or me

© Stacy Lynn Stiles


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I close the door

I closed the door

So small so young when it all began
A child so sad with her mother gone
So I closed the door

 Through school children and teachers could be so cruel.
Constantly made to look and feel like a fool
Bullied with words, left out of the team
Made to feel different that’s how it seemed
So I closed the door

Early teens were but a changing time
Not really a child or adult in mind
Somewhere between I found myself thinking
Somewhere between I thought I was sinking
So I closed the door

Young woman, great job, good friend’s great man by my side
Who could want more for the first time in my life I felt so alive
Great partys,great home,great money what more  could I wish for
If only I knew what was around the corner what was in store
So I closed the door

A wife a mother a future ahead
Before I new what was happening it had all gone dead
So I closed the door

Many years went by as if in a dream
Some good some bad that’s how it seemed
Years go by and you start to loose family and friends
Not sure when its your time when your life will end
So I closed the door

Getting old now I look back at my life and think
Life can be good and it can also stink
But I also believe it has a lot to do with the start you were given
It’s not always your thought and you can be forgiven
If by chance I could return in a new body and new time
Life would be so different I am sure of this in my mind
So yet again I close the door

 



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Beautiful mum

I see the sadness in your eyes
i feel your broken within
it hurts me as i stand before you
my arms just want to hold you
a grown woman with so much grief, like a child you weep
I listen to your stories time after time & wonder where to begin
so much hurt locked inside i can hear it as you speak
As a child you lost both parents & placed into a girls home
because noone wanted you
only to have your brother whom was away come & rescue you 
He took you in & taught you the facts of life & you stayed awhile
years had gone by & you had now moved on & made a family of your own
life was finally good till one night you were prepearing for bed
& heard a stern knock at the door
their he stood the local officer with tears streaming down his face
what you asked with an angry tone
im sorry to inform you but your brother has died along with his two children 
& his long time mate
A drink driver had failed to stop!
From that night on you were never the same
As life moved on you spent many years battered from the man you deeply loved
untill one day you said enough is enough!
I have grown up right beside you & you have raised me well
& as i stand before you i am pleased you are now seeking help 
i finally see hope in your eyes
& as i listen i now hear strength & i know now you will be ok
my beautiful mum...
  


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A Lonely Path

A lonely path, in the dark it moves on It meanders within the deep, dense fog Along the way there are many roses Some of which lay on an old decayed log Twenty-seven in all, each an angel All of which had their life cut way too short An ending that was abrupt and so quick Tears run down my face I sadly report No more is there any children’s laughter The families weep while in such great pain It seems that when things like this do happen The days are always darkest in the rain May we can console them as best we can Light a candle in honor of these few If we could all band together as one And show our love, this is all we can do
Russell Sivey Dedicated to all the victims of the Newtown tragedy! Entrant into SKAT- AB SIN THE-'s "In Memory of the 20 + 7 new angles of heaven~ "our own little poetry soup VIGIL"" contest 12/19/2012


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" Oh Happy Childhood "

Oh happy childhood
             Just full of glee
               Was a child more happy
                        Than a child like me ?

                     Some days were bright
                 Some days were sad
           But they didn't last long
As childhood isn't very bad

                            If I had been good
                      I was happy as a lark
             If I had been bad
I was afraid after dark

Now as I have grown older
                  I know what it means
                          When after darkness
                                  Come bad dreams

                             For when we are good
                 The world is bright
           But when we are bad
Its darker than night

So friends just remember
                When life seems weary
                           There may be some things we can do
                                                   To make life more merry

                                               So if we walk in the light
                                     The world is all bright
                 But if we walk in the evil way
My friend , it will never pay.


Written by my Grandmother, Mamie Rachel Sterling/Sinner/ Earl


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For Zach

The first three months he wasn't there,
his infant eyes would blankly stare,
his parents thought he couldn't see,
and wrestled with anxiety.

I guess his soul then chose to stay,
suddenly, he was there one day,
his eyes met mine, he smiled and cooed,
and woke each day in a joyous mood.

My God, what a precious child was he!
And, oh, I loved him desperately.
On every night, he was held and rocked,
and ancient stories he was taught.

He learned the songs both Swiss and Scot,
which stirred deep memories long forgot.
This dear child's soul was old and wise,
you could see it in his eyes.

Blond hair in ringlets, truth be told,
as if by magic, spun from gold.
This beloved child is all grown now,
the years flew past, I wonder how.

I long to do it all once more,
to hold the child I so adored,
I hold, instead, the memories,
of Alpine hikes and deep blue seas.

And white-sand walks on Siesta Key,
of life so safe and trouble-free.
I see the man this child's become,
full of pride for Zach, my son.

I know my life of helplessness
because of him's not meaningless.
He's such a gift to humanity,
this child who ran beside the sea.

And I am awed and humbled, too:
I was only born to give birth to you.
So all my years of pain and strife
were worth it all, to give you life.


©Danielle White


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Fly Agaric

Wandering traveller of the night
Occult creature,
your velvet butterfly tongue leaves thoughts lingering in my mind
as visions of obscured beauty pass before me,
in the shadow of your smile
hypnotic, illuminating
to pluck the thoughts out of the void
like petals from divine lotus
streams of consciousness pool, playing before our shimmering eyes 
in crescent moon lullaby 
melodic rhythm of throbbing life,
spinning illusion
illuminated in violet luster  
revealing truth hidden in images of splendor
every hue brilliantly diffused
in the immensity of an unshattered silence
fragmented bliss,
I sleep, lulled deeply in Morpheus' embrace 
and so I ask you,
if I am a child of the light why do I feel so at home in the dark?
falling tears die delicately
as you told me that
today is the child of yesterday and tomorrow 
innocence, captured peacefully
formed with golden bough.
Strange, twilight child,
lost in your mercurial pleasure
set free my naked soul
shivering, into darkened night
ascending on stairways of delirium
to the orphaned city of stars


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Twin Daughters Of The Sea

Oh sweet melodiac star of the sea, 
And peaceful moon high in the sky, 
Always shine brightly,
For you two look beautiful together,
And will soon be my sweet daughters forever...


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Fragile

The tininess of a child's hand
That should only reach out for love
But instead spitefully twisted
Where pain has no doubt

The softness of skin
That only a child can bring
Until the cigarette is put
And pureness distorted by burning caused

The tenderness of every word
First spoken and on years grown
Polluted by every word sworn
Invaded by more that is learnt

Delicate the child mind
That can so easily be torn
By both that said 
A nd every cruel thought unspoken

So loving the young voice 
Sweetly asking for belonging 
Innocence easily ripped 
Passed on a vile disease

Fragile those
Who cannot protect themselves
So invisible those who are so close
Who don't know or care what they leave in disrepair 

Not on the breakfast table
Do all the headlines lie
In the safety of their own
So many children die or lose their lives


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Where Were You God

For many years they asked the Lord for a precious baby boy
They hoped this child would bring them a lifetime full of joy
The Lord indeed granted this gracious gift of love
Wonderfully created by the Father up above
As this child grew so did his dream to serve the Lord and man
He was totally committed to the heavenly Father's plan
His family did not like the fact his life was on the line
But he knew God was with him and he would be just fine
Although he was covered by prayers that never ceased
He chose to risk his own life to give his brother peace
A senseless act of terror snuffed out his life one day
His parents filled with sorrow in anger began to pray
"Where were you God when my son was lying on the ground
Fighting for his final breath with the enemy all around"
The Lord answered them at last and this is what he said
"I was right there with him and I cried when he was dead
Remember I too lost my son two thousand years ago
I understand your agony and I want you to know
Your son is safe up here with me he's doing what he loves
Serving me and guarding you from my throne above"


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A New Day Of Praise

The child set the wood against her raised chin
High up, to place the very last big piece
No less assured of her father's great praise
Than at anytime had ever she been
Wanting to fulfill his expectations
Of a child who was very brave and strong
But could not draw the water from deep well
For the rope was much to long__well deep
My father loved me so so much he did
He always came to my aide__ease my load
By telling me (my child) that's too heavy a load
As I drew that heavy water, each turn
Would get much harder_just in nick of time
There he would step by my side__reach for rope
Ease the strain, ease my load _my father_(my) guide
As the red sun rises, the birds chirp thank you Father for this day


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The Title of Most Importance To Me

The title of most importance to me,

Is that I'm God's child, not that

I'm a teacher, not that I'm an

Author,not that I'm a poet,

Not that I can sing, with God

Only I'm existing and I have

The ability to do these things.

I cannot do this on my own;

It is all because my Father,

My Creator, the Almighty God,

Sits high on the throne.

He didn't leave me alone

To die in sin. He sent His

Only son to help me win.

He died for me on Calvary.

I'm glad to be a child of God

The most important title to

Me than any other title in

The world because without

Him I could not perform well

At them. Without Him, I

Couldn't weather the storms,

And without Him titles will

Not be added and/or

I will not perform beyond

The norm. God is the best

Thing to ever happen to me.

Being His child is the title of

Most importance to me.

  

wrote 11-10-10



 " Jesus looked at them and said, “With man this is impossible, but with God all things are possible.”  Matthew 19:26
 






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Out-Side

The grower's child and the picker's child want to run away
They want to go to Duluth, the most exotic place they know
We fear he'll get amoralous and ruin us, ruin us
Here the rain is falling, straight as pokers
But never piercing the laconic plane of air
A sudden wind will blow it sideways, straight into eyes
It is too warm to stay in one place, but to follow --
I make up my mind before the gate hits me on the way out
They call for me, but I run, I run

I've run
Weeds underfoot buoy me to the sky
My age doesn't matter now, nor my circumstance
Only my good feet, my big lungs to take in the blue
My calves
I know the laws of the universe but there's no reaction
Not here or now


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To B

Look child I'm done, this is enough 
Why are you still interested in what I am doing 
I'm flattered by your concern but I'm sorry 
We are not friends, nor are you worth enough to be considered an enemy 
Go away live your life stop bothering me 
There is no war here, no fight to be won 
I am a Goddess, a Woman, wholly me 
Still you play at your childish games 
As if the police would ever believe your lies 
The truth prevailed with only a nights disruption 
Cut your losses and move on like a good little grown-up 
Your insecurities have brought you down and held you back 
No way shall I allow you to strip my spirit with your ugly words 
You sit in your house behind the closed doors of your mind 
And claim my soul is ugly, while it is you and your kind that 
Judge and condemn in an attempt to oppress those whom 
Oppose your way of thinking and the cruelness of your souls 
I do not fear you. You are a child throwing nothing more than a temper tantrum 
" Mommy mommy pay attention to me, I am angry" 
Your pathetic life has pigeon-holed your womans soul and all you have left is 
Anger, so your contempt for me is understandable. I am free 
Unbound by the chains of dispair and fear 
I cannot say I feel sorry for you, You do not deserve my pity 
I have moved on from you without a moments hesitation 
The black hole of your soul shall not consume me 
I wish I could say I miss being your friend 
But I can't. Truth is, it was all too easy to say goodbye to 
Your crude humor, your promiscuity and the ever-present 
Knife ready to stab the backs of those you "love" 
You were right about one thing I will never be you 
I will never shun those who care or turn my back on those in need 
Nor will my soul ever be as black as yours 
Still it is my sincere hope that you can save yourself 
From the hells you have created 
Grow up little girl stop your foolishness 
Do not reply, no one wants to hear the ramblings of 
A barely literate girl in a womans body attempting 
To condemn the soul of a Goddess. You will only succeed 
In making yourself look weaker and if possible even more stuck-up 
Stick to what you're good at like consuming the love around you and turning it to hate.


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Give your life

27 November 07 8:15 am

Why do people love violence and evil?  
Why is revenge considered sweet?  
A child unknowing and innocent is laid at the saviors feet. 
 
Its little body abused and beaten its little bones 
are broken packed in a box and in a dumpster thrown 
its little life gone its body left cold 
Its name forgotten and its story left untold. 

The man that fell beside the road dead from alcohol abuse.  
Lost every thing he had and everything there was to loose
 as people either ignored him there or pointed at him and laughed
His life disappearing as quickly on they passed.

 A young mother who’s left with her child and the dad is nowhere about
 and shamed parents who selfishly threw them out.  
Cost of living growing higher and her with no skills 
turns to the streets for work so her pimp can get his pills. 

A family torn apart 
by mistakes and broken hearts, 
cries out to our heavenly father 
As lawyers push them ever harder

Mourn oh hearts ache and cry 
but don’t ever again question why, 
when you yourself can help someone in any little way. 
With just a little of your time or a little of your pay.

 Share what you have, use the grace you’ve been given
 only you can give the life you’ve been given.

Those that love their life shall lose it and those that give their life shall gain it.

Life on Purpose Live it before you lose it! ©2009


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My Promise To You

Threw thick and thin in sickness and health
I promise to be here for you side by side as
if I were your shadow like a silhouette of Love
you and the child you carry are my first priority
my child and my wife to be leaning towards a
life of happiness with a Love so strong that even
in the tragedy of Death we shall not part for so 
long I wondered...I wondered what was my true 
purpose for living giving up on life as the days 
passed by because the answer to my thought
seem'd to be unknown feeling like a lost cause
It wasn't until I met you when I realized my purpose
I was created to Love you and give you happiness
its as if I am a Knight in shining armor and you are
the Princess that I am so excited to rescue In 
mysterious ways I was slowly falling not
knowing unable to see the truth until I gained
the courage to express my feelings I thank
God for embracing me with an Angel and a
Blessing is it Destiny or Faith...does it matter
no my prayers have been answered and I
Promise to indulge you both with as much
Love I can possibly give in presents and absents


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Nobodys Child But mine

Nobody’s child but mine, He wasn’t wanted, Except by me
He was born so strong, Should have been two, Oh what a joy
This child of mine, Ten tiny fingers , Ten tiny toes too, That child of
Mine.

He warmed my heart from that moment on, That child of mine .
I lost his dad, He didn’t want to know, That child of mine .

He was sick , Born that way, That child of mine .
Smiles and laughter that lit up a room, That child of mine .
Many a worry, That sick child of mine, Yet so eager to please. 
A loving child..

Full of smiles, Laughter too, He was left with his tiny new brother .
That child of mine, New dad and all, He was so pleased .
So proud of his new baby brother. That child of mine.
 
I just never knew, Thought he was safe that child of mine .
How he snapped , His new dad At that child of mine .

My joyful night, Became a mothers worst fear..
That poor child of mine, He couldn’t breathe, New dad didn’t cope.

Love was blind, This I knew, Now I’m ashamed, I should have knew.
He was only three, Battered and bruised, That poor child of mine .
From top to toe, Look what he’d done to that child of mine .

I know I should have let go, Be seen and heard for that child of mine..
I was so young with two kids in tow, How would I cope, I did not know.

To young and afraid of being alone, I should have known .

That child of mine, In sorry now, Was so naïve, It should have been done.
I should have let him go, For that child of mine I loved so .

Never again will I be afraid, Scared and unsure for any child of mine .
Their just no excuse, He was only three, That poor child of mine .
I was his mum, Should have known, What had to be done .
I should have spoke out, And not been afraid .
For that child of mine, I was his mum .


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Child's Play

As a child I held my head high;
But with ridicule I learn to feel shy
 Smothered with hostility I learn to fight.
I know what's wrong and what's right
(why do we live in the world of black and white)
Everyday I proclaim my uniqueness; is there really
justice and fairness
I have faith and that is my security
No matter what; I continue forward through adversity
They say children are the future of tomorrow
But adults is giving our future hatred, chaos, and mayhem that is deep in sorrow
As a child I live with shame
but I learn to be patient in Jesus name
I cry for help deep within
Everyday I live with criticism but I learn to condemn
I need encouragement to build my confidence
Teach me and show me, to use my common sense
Remember God put us here to give Him glory and praise everyday
It's no time for child's play


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Babies and Kids Struggles

Everyone in the world thinks babies and kids have no struggles we are wrong.
We forget the hardest times of our lives is when we were infant our hearts beat a song.
When we were hungry we would cry, little hands could not grab anything that lye.
We had help to hold our bottles and we felt so helpless in our everyday struggles.
Our eyes did not open till the time that we were able we saw everything huge in size.
It made our heart throb fast and nothing made sense for all the words were gurgles.
The little ears we had we did stress with sound so loud and so unknown made us cry.
The fathers and mothers with kind word almost calmed us while they whispered.
They held us with fear, we had fear just knowing that we could not handle stress alone.
We grabbed things and we just wanted to hear the heart beat of our mom and dad.
That was the only thing in our minds that made us calm and glad.
The first touch of rough skin and strong hands were most comforting, yet scary at once.
Trust gradually grew when whipped our mess and hind ends, which were still scary.
To the large people out there the mind of a child is so simple but they still struggle.
They still need food, love and security that is all they need to grow.
To their lives is what they cling and no one is there to protect them from sorrow.
There are less fortunate kids that never get to hear their mothers and fathers hearts.
They soon empathize with everything around them with an emotion that struggles.
When sleeping on our own we cannot defend ourselves so we have fears.
That's why we cry nightly to sigh relief, we get exhausted and we run out of tears.
Remember the times you seen a child fall down their first step or bump into things.
It is scary when knowledge is lacking and get into things, which are a signs of struggles.
Children is future, it is nice to just watch them study, play and learn who they are.
Babies and Kids smiling, playing loud, and just sitting, they are still people they struggle. 


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The news at Ten

In London
A young woman
walks the streets
Laddered tights
Swollen feet.
Sells her body
So her kids can eat.
Is  She the one to Blame?

In Gambia
A man so poor
Addicts  his children
To Heroine
To keep their bellies
Full within.
He works all day and night
How are they meant to live.
When all he earns
Is all he gives.
Is he the one to Blame?

In Glasgow
An underground society
A depth of drugs
So high their free
A family bond
A unity
The streets alive with poverty.
Yet people see what they want to see.
Are they the ones to Blame.

In India
How can it be?
that a country where
beliefs are strong.
Through religious eyes they
could see.
How cruel their flesh and blood could be.
When 3 girls aged 3-8
Awaited such an awful fate.
Were tortured, raped and murdered.
Then thrown into a well.
How could that man, then pray to God
To save his soul from Hell.
Was he to Blame?

In Pakistan
Many marry very young
To a person they don't know
For love will come
Throughout the years
Each seed you plant will grow.
Yet some are beaten everyday
Raped in their own beds.
For her husband held all the power
In the hands she'd come to dread.
To live a life just like a slave
Is that not hell on earth?
To have a body without a soul
Never knowing what it's worth.
She was Modest and good
She worshiped Allah each day.
But her culture stole her religion away.
Was she the one to Blame?

In America
A Mother hates her child so
As depressions eats away her soul
She couldn't stay to hear  
him cry.
She drank so much
The years flew by
Her child un loved
yearned for his Mum.
Her hatred like vomit
Churned with the Rum.
No one knew or realised
how much the child had the eyes
of her rapist
Who stole her pride.
Two lives that led to suicide.
Was she to Blame?

Us
We live
Despite our contradictions
Selfish morals
Our self inflictions
If kindness
Made you rich or poor.
Would we feel such pain
Would there be a war.
It doesn't matter where you live
Flag or countries name.
Open up your eyes 
All poverties the same.
Did we not create this world
Are we not all to Blame?



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The Art Of Growing Up

To be a child is to believe.
To be an adult is finding out that everything you once believed in as a child is 
false and not only that but made up by the very same adults that as a child you 
are destined to become.


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my comfortable fear

welcome my son I've known you so long
your bright morning peace theology song
I've know you in birth, in hope of a  year
i held you a child and old in your fear
welcome, invite your innocent pain
let me seduce the love of your vein
my child my son no earth could reduce
your peace, it from, untangle youth
I've know you so long, in this i have pride
always mine, your invincible side
for me it was food when you were so weak
my words were the years waiting to speak   
breath my child, breath, let me taste
the spirit of life, and life of the haste
welcome, endure what i will contain
a meaningful birth and thoughts of the rain
my son, my heart, i knew you so well
death is my name and life is the spell
welcome my pardon, sleep in the dead
peaceful the night we lay in my bed
when all that is thought,  pondered upon
becomes what you are,  solid a song
to sing for a moment, it must be so right
darkness of morning, morning of night
then, my son, you limited breath
your ripe and conceive the flower of death
my name and soul, i wish you the same
cold in your flesh , peace,  i  contain
no skin, though a point, famous in name
for passion witch I  live and will claim
regard me as not, elusive, a dream
I am a truth, as hope is a scheme  
touch me and feel the power of day
skates and school, red marmalade 
I'm  life,  death,  all in the same
I bring you forth, in memory's fame
so resist, fuss, turn in your grave
deny me the fuel to jest and behave
as I must, my son, my dear
simply entrust, my comfortable fear.


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Haunted

A child is born in a world of the unknown.
If only he knew what was really going on.
The cruelty he was shown will haunt his very dreams.
He is hated, and despised, or that’s how it seems.
I’m haunted by the pain of life is what he screams.

No one knows what goes on in and abused mind.
Please don’t look you won’t like what you find.
His heart is still breaking; it won’t go away in this life time.
Haunted, by a child hood that will always make him walk a fine line

He doesn’t want sorrow, or any ones pity.
He already thinks life isn’t pretty.
His spirit may be broken buts it’s not gone.
Haunted? Yes but he’s not alone.
He’ll be haunted until he’s dead and gone.
                                          November 28-2008 
                                          By JD Couch


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A Brief Testimony

I testify
He's real
This is my testimony
Unexplained gifts
Only done by he
I need a place to stay
My credit is standing in the way
A miracle done by he
A two bedroom for my child and me
Starving
A check in the mail
Only done by he
Now I may eat and now I may feed
My child is disabled
Disabled physically but gracefully it's not mentally
I need a car to get from point A to point B and by the grace of God that car was given and bought by me
So now you see and hear my testimony
I testify God is real
From the problems I've overcome to the people he put in my life
Yes it's a struggle but guess what it's apart of life
I testify it is he who gets me through everything


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Universal Children

A child I am, a child of love
Seeking my universal home
Seeking the creator of my being
Building my faith and courage 
Love, my foundation
My spirit, navigating me 
To where I originate from


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Remember Me

Remember me,
I am the woman who on that dark Friday night walked alone not knowing what was 
to come my way.
I am the woman that endured endless pain from the hands of a stranger taking 
advantage of my weakness and immaturity.
I am the woman that on that Friday night laid there in the rain holding what was 
once my virgin body but was now condemned and covered in scars and blood.
Remember me,
I am the woman who tried so desperately to hide the 6-week year old pouch that 
held the results of the worst day of my life.
I am the woman who was then shammed and disowned by my family after failing 
miserably to hide my deepest secret and was now forced to provide for myself and 
the child growing inside of me.
I am the same woman who chose not to take the easy route of abortion but to give 
my child life because he deserved that much.
Remember me,
I am the woman that went through 19 hours of labor and suffered the worst pain 
that ever struck my body.
I am the woman that bore the child of my rapist without any support or anyone to 
bring me comfort.
But I am also the same woman that made the toughest decision of my life when I 
put you into the arms of another family and said goodbye to you forever.
But remember me,
Because I am the woman who wrote you endless letters every day from your birth 
until present day of your 18th birthday.    
Because I am the woman who has been to every event in your life without you 
knowing, trying to keep my distance yet still remaining close.
Because I am the woman whose life forever changed that dark Friday night yet my 
only regret is not being a part of yours.
So remember that you had a mother that loved you so much that she gave up the 
only person in her life to ensure that you had a better life than she could provide for 
you.
So remember this and remember me forever because I am and will always be your 
mother.


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when sickness came

bet on what s/he thought would be 
a “sure thing”
(sure, s/he wouldn’t admit to 
him/herself that there wasn’t such
a thing as a “sure thing,” but s/he
liked to play pretend with the best of
em’)&
those first years were just like 
everybody spoke of,
they learned about each other,
they saved & had a child &
in that child they invested time &
emotion---
the kid began to grow &
the family seemed so perfect 
until 
sickness
came.

couldn’t put a finger on it
even if s/he tried, but there was a
change in the significant other,
there was an inexplicable change---
came on like a calming wind in the
middle of a Summer’s day &
yet began to burn quickly
like a fire whose embers would grow
& not fade.

when sickness came, s/he couldn’t explain
just what it was that s/he was thinking,
but his/her significant other wanted answers
& it only provoked the situation---
didn’t ask the right questions to begin with,
didn’t think about the genes,
didn’t think about what s/he was becoming,
didn’t think about where it all would leave.

left with the kid, was all that s/he could do,
because said significant other was spinning 
out of control,
where blood did spurt from him/herself &
others, tearing up the world around him/her,
going down with the ship &
no one saw it coming,
no one had any idea that such a sweet 
person had such torment on
speed dial,
nobody new how to deal with it until
it was too late &
everyone still living
suffered,
after sickness came.


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eyes of a child

the eyes of a child see what 
is happening &
they know it’s not good---
they see the facial expressions
of the loved ones round them,
stressed out & angry,
saddened & depressed,
trying to squeeze a cent out of
every possible path left
to the increasing poor of the
world.

the eyes of the child are then 
fed lies,
for whenever they open up their
mouths to ask why things are
going awry,
their own parents, their own
caregivers, do their best to make
things sound the least worrying,
they do their best to calm themselves
in the doing &
the child has no idea why this is,
when they are young---
they only see the lie
plastered all over the faces of the
liars.

inevitably the child will get older &
these questions do not cease---
for even if they succumb to the lie at
the time of that early questioning,
they will return &
they will return on their own,
searching online, spending hours upon
hours to get their own answers &
after doing so,
they will come back to you with the
questions again,
wanting a new answer this time…
why did you lie in the first place?
 


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Puzzle Man

            Puzzle Man

Sex is sex with connections
According to “them”, chemistry plays a part
There are a lot of ins and outs, ups and downs with coitus
It has been suggested certain parts are needed for functionality
Utilization of external & internal parts might be required
Facts of life in accordance with birds and bees philosophy

“They” say it’s all about relations, (perhaps aided by vibrators or vibrations)
There are 3 kinds of sex;
1.)	Playing by oneself with one self
2.)	Sex between 2 persons
3.)	Orgies? Or morgies? Or mortgages?  (ménage a trios might fit this 
category) 
I’m confused about mortgages and it does not sound like fun
Then there’s sex with animals but that’s just wrong    
  
Commitment plays another part, free will with honor, monogamy
Other people pay for it. (Don’t get lost. Stay focused.  We’re talking sex.)
                      A business transaction, that comes with or without diseases

Trying not to be litigious
“They” also say other things regarding human beings and sex
Compatibility, social, economic, religious components weigh in

All is well with puzzle man….if he has a home, a job, a car
The car, as far as we know, always trumps a bike when dating
Competition is healthy in relations “they” say 

Parties involved in coitus know
Sex doesn't happen on its own
One must be properly lubricated and maintained 
Like an auto or chu chu train
I imagine it must be like a banana penetrating a donut
Not a savory sight
Again…. You need a home, or shopping cart, or car
Even up in a tree will do if you’re in the mood
To be accomplished
Reading books on what parts fit with other parts is desirable
They say the most important thing about such things is love
I wouldn't know about such things
It’s all a puzzle to a little man like me 
I only have a bicycle you see so sex is out of the question
Also, I’m only 3
Mother is about to bathe me
She had better keep her hands to herself
I want to figure these things out alone and by myself
  


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Walking In The Wet Woods

Walking in the wet woods.
Splogin through the leaves.
Jumpin in a puddle
Ones. Twos. Threes.

Lookin up at high trees
seem to touch the sky,
don't stop water wif no leaves. 
raindrop in the eye.

Finds a deep puddle
walks in very slow
gets close to me boot top
oh oh no!

Walking in the wet woods 
makein sloshin sounds,
stop to take me boots off
wet socks on the ground.

Hear me muvver callin
time to go to Gran's
If my boots walk quietly
and I am very sweet 
maybe she won't notice 
My wet feet.


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Preach

Preach to the full moon soldier
It's all you've got left as the nights grow colder

Mother has child that father denies
Leaves when his baby lets out those first cries
Excuses flying, lies sailing; words without care
Feelings are complicated so share you don't dare
Lips that smile hold some bruises and a cut
Hands that have done the damage slam the door shut
You watch him out the window glass
Retreating figure gone at last

Preach to the full moon soldier
It's all you've got left as the nights grow colder

Things get harder, mothers fired
Baby is toddler and much too tired
Money is in short supply
If only father would just comply 
To help raise his growing kid
Instead he ran and lost his bid
A single tear stains the cheek
Of a mother's soul who's much too weak

Preach to the full moon soldier 
It's all you've got left as the nights grow colder

Mothers dead, everything's blown
Toddler is small child left alone
Father drunk, stumbling back
Custody left to this piece of slack
Days are long and too far gone
Nights are worse, he's never done
Talking his beer scented words speaking
He says to his child be kind, PREACHING

Preach to the full moon soldier 
It's all you've got left as the nights grow colder

Small child has developed
Distinguished individual moving up
Swearing to the sky blue
They will be nothing like you
Father in jail thief from the night
Cell lit dimly with pal moonlight
A smile to the grown child
A tear from the man of the wild

Preach to the full moon soldier
It's all you've got left as the nights grow colder


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Help

Born into a life of wonder and exploring Her parents she looks up to Curious mind roaring her parent adoring What she doesn’t know her faith she would soon lose Years grew old as the child grown And her father gives her these looks Her mother wonders but should have know In husband mind what cooks Mother works hard day by day Father sits and waits Father and child they play all day But by then it would be late “Daddy please don’t hurt me, get off!” Her voice yells with fright “Only one time I swear” He doesn’t really care Next morning comes she wants to die “Mommy why won’t her breath Close her eyes and you believe me” “Oh, darling why would you lie?” Believe me “why?” cries Days go one and months go by No one believe her she can’t go one She grabs her dad’s gun, she begins to cry That father trust is beyond gone She cocks the gun and holds dreams Pulls the trigger and it bring death And the heaven light beams She was raped and it ended her life Because no one listened to her Her life cut short as if by a knife This happened all the time Just listen to the cry


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Beautiful child

from mom to dad from my lord god
you create me 
when you saw , you saw a precious child
a child of god with so much charm 
the gift is so real it made her cry
her laughter made it the most of all
and with in and with out they saw a beautiful child sent from god


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His Child

I’m a child in heart 
I’m sensitive,
So don’t misuse it

I’m God’s special child
I need to respect 
My zealous Father

I need to honor Him
With my young heart,
I pray for freedom

How awesome are Your deeds? 

Relieve my heart’s ache
Help me escape 
From the darkened pit

I can be active
And beat that race 
I’m on God’s good side 
God’s mercy 
Aids me in times of trouble 

I appreciate His consideration 
He fulfills me with elation


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As the Baby Cries

At a
Total

And complete

Loss
Of time,
Sanity, as well as
Sleep!


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In The Quiet of Night


She couldn't wait
Any longer
Putting on a navy coat
She turned on the porch light
And went outside
Searching the road
That ran past her house.

That morning 
Just before the sun 
Came up
They spoke
Silent walls 
Listening
To their secrets. 

Shivering in the night's dampness 
She couldn't remember
Everything he said 
His muffled words 
Seemed so vague 
And far away.

Tired
She went back 
Inside
To rest. 

Closing her eyes 
She felt movement
Turning over gently 
To someplace far away
And the thought of dying
Came to her
A chance light from a passing car 
Flashed 
Shadows on the walls

And she saw
The substance of a child 
Walking in a dream
A dim light 
Highlighting her hair 
She asked, Are you coming to take me?
Smiling the child answered
We are eager
When life gives
And afraid when life takes back
You have time
I will be back
When you are ready.

The wind was beginning to race down 
From the west
He had forgotten how cold 
The March wind could be. 
Turning up his collar 
He walked quickly
The sound of
Gravel churning under his boots.

She heard 
Boots scraping the front steps
What took you so long she asked?
I dropped by to see my Mother
There's not much to say
Mom's still waiting for Dad
To come home
After all this time.




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come home my child

Come home my child
for my Love for you I can not hide
Come home my child 
for to you my arms are open wide
I am sorry if somehow we have not been able to stay in touch
but you can be assured that I Love you very very much
Come home my child
you are the apple of my eye
you mean everything to me
and that's the way it will always be
Come home my child
I'll welcome you no matter what you say or do
come home my child 
my Love will always be here for you 
I understand if you need to take a little more time
for in my heart you'll always be mine.

How much parents dote on their children and Love them so much, We are all Gods' children 
and he Loves' us more than anything, he waits for us to return home just like any Loving 
parent does, he waits with his arms open wide, his door will never be closed when you knock 
he will answer, to all Gods' Lost children everywhere he truly Loves you and he will always 
care, Just call on him and he will be there.  God bless you all from Diane.


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JUDGED

A man is judged not by his fall, but how he rises up. 
Examples come not from the heights, but from adversity's cup.

The strength we gain while fallen down is what our child perceives. 
The transparent heart acquired from pain reveals what we believe.

A common man will fold his hand. His honor, in pity, dies. 
But men of strength will rise again, through faith in God on High.

Burdens found, in fires walked through, to God is very clear;
Trust Him to stand in midst of trials for strength to persevere.

Tho eyes will see and ears will hear, our failures worn on sleeves, 
The test is how we demonstrate that which we believe.

The test of faith cannot be won while we are walking tall; 
But only as our life is crushed and on our face and small.

Wisdom's truth will not be found, nor can it be discerned, 
Except with trials and failures lived, unveiling what we learn.

Beware the tests that follow trials, from which you stand or run. 
How you rise above the fire... is who your child becomes.


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my pen and paper

My Pen and paper.

Tonight I will hate him
Tonight I will cry
Tonight I will hate every being
I’m not scared to lose myself
Hatred is the love of his life.

I hate him, I hate him
He will never be in my life
My life feels nothing, I feel like nothing
He feels stupid for never knowing me
I’m just not a child with no father
I’m a child who will never have a father.

He hurt me, im so hurt, I cry every night
My mom reminds me of him
They both deserve nothing from me
I owe them nothing
This is my life; I’m going to be happy
My life is this pen and paper
My life is in my words
My life is written on my lips and my mind
My life is when I’m writing my thoughts
My life is happy
I’m a very happy person.


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Ripple Effect: Pain and Death

As the thorn pricks the butterfly, and As the clouds cover the moon, A child wails at the crack of the pistol. The shot rings out so loud and clear. As the blood descends from the butterfly's wing, and As the tears drip from the heavens, The life drains from the open wounds of Another shattered family. The crimson stains and blots the floor. The cries of the gods rings high from above, The salt water soaking the earth. Another child deserted. Another wife, mother betrayed. An empty hole where her head used to lay Is now covered as the memories are pushed away. The mourners are haunted by the tragedy As they try to reassure themselves that It was all just a dream. Her shadow still lingers; He rests behind bars. The butterfly falls, never to fly again; The moon is hidden incessantly, Light forever suppressed.


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I am Told it is not a Sin to be Forgiven

They say it is not a sin to be forgiven;
That you need my forgiveness just like I need yours.
Delicate and undetermined,
I walk like a shadow
Or a whisper in the wind
Between this world and the next.
I am a bride-in-waiting
For a dead lover to follow the long path home.
I am a vacant mother
Pushing a stillborn in his cradle to and fro.
I am nothing you have ever seen before
Nor are likely to ever see again.
I am a patient waiting nervously,
For the Good Doctor’s diagnosis.
Checking symptoms off a list-
He says I am not so different from him, with a smile.
For the birds that have swooped too low
For dreams that have soared too high.
I am a child in a woman’s body
Anxious for life to begin.
A different narrator tells the same story
And I am not forgiven this time around.

They say it is not a sin to be forgiven;
That you need my forgiveness just like I need yours.
Delicate and undetermined,
I walk like a shadow
Or a whisper in the wind
Between this world and the next.
I am a bride-in-waiting
For a dead lover to follow the long path home.
I am a vacant mother
Pushing a stillborn in his cradle to and fro.
I am nothing you have ever seen before
Nor are likely to ever see again.
I am a patient waiting nervously,
For the Good Doctor’s diagnosis.
Checking symptoms off a list-
He says I am not so different from him, with a smile.
For the birds that have swooped too low
For dreams that have soared too high.
I am a child in a woman’s body
Anxious for life to begin.
A different narrator tells the same story
And I am not forgiven this time around.


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Junk

She stood quietly on the edge,
Watching the waves below.
She was sure no one would miss her,
They wouldn’t even know.

Alone in a sea of people,
Blissfully unaware.
She was all but invisible,
No one knew she was there.

There were never any answers,
Just confusion and strife.
Like a piece of cosmic garbage,
Living a useless life.

She wondered if the fall would hurt,
Would she suffer at all?
What if she managed to survive,
Left crippled by the fall?

Perhaps her peers would notice then,
Though they’d try not to stare.
She wouldn’t be invisible,
At least they’d see the chair.

Then from behind her came a voice,
“Don’t do this!” it implored.
A little girl stood all aglow,
An angel from the Lord.

“Mommy, I can’t let you do it.
You’re worth more than you know.
If your life ends, mine can’t begin;
I’ll lose my chance to grow!”

The apparition startled her;
A child she never bore?
She couldn’t see how this could be,
But needed to know more.

The child became a teenager,
And addressed her again.
“I’ll need your patient wisdom when
My rebel years begin.”

She watched the vision change once more,
To a young woman now.
She said: “Who will plan my wedding,
The day I make that vow?”

Again she saw the image change,
And take her by the hand.
An old woman stood promising,
That soon, she’d understand.

Then all around the two of them
Stood people, young and old.
“Each of these is your descendant.”
‘Twas a sight to behold.

When the apparitions faded,
Only the child remained.
Saying: “Now do you understand,
 The things that I’ve explained?”

“There’s a reason for every life.
From king to serf to drunk.
And every soul is important,
For God does not make junk.”

With that, the vision disappeared,
And finally she knew;
Every person has a purpose;
God has a plan for you.


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The Sire's Journey

Off to mountains he climbs
Whilst staying in his mind.
Off to battles he goes 
Defeating many foes.

The nature of his quest
Unruly as it may be,
Sings noiselessly in the air.
It cries and screams,
Yet pride smirks on his face.
It wriggles and squeals,
Yet his begotten one he will not yield.

His words speak kindly to it,
Soft like the wind,
Yet harsh they become
Like leaves rushing through the mountains’ wrath,
To those who may bring it harm.

Invisible string links them no matter the distance,
And at the beckoning call it grows taller than trees,
And has become stronger than the foundation of the earth.

Off to mountains it climbs
Whilst staying in its mind.
Off to battles it goes
Defeating many foes.


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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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Sex Sacrifice

People have sex everyday.
People have sex in everyway.
People have sex everywhere.
Then people make choices that are never fair,
After they have sex something arises.
Then it turns into a sex crisis.
They should just simply call it "Sex Sacrifices".
People are quick to have sex while dating.
Instead of waiting.
Leaving them with a child seed.
Waiting to be concieved.
But in awe this you cannot believe.
Now you begin thinking there will now be two mouths to feed.
And maybe God's words you should of heed.
Should this child be born maybe,
I can get abortion, or in other words just kill this baby!
Is this murder I don't know?
But this child cannot and will not be able to grow.
Becuase I'm not ready yet.
I just wanted to get a little wet.
Now I'm in a predictament.
Because I just wanted to experiment,
With fire.
I thought I would not get burned.
I guess this is the lesson I needed to learn.
I guess this is the punishment I must now deserve.
What should I tell my mother?
I can't even say I may love.
Because it was just sex to someone not even my lover.
I didn't expect him to break the rubber!
I don't know what kind of father he will even be!
how will he be there for my son,
if I don't even know if he will be here tomorrow with me!
I barely knew this man.
Honestly it was suppose to be a one night stand!
This has really threw a damper on on my life's plans.
What should I do!
My mind is very distorted!

A few days later she got the child aborted.

To tell you the truth that was the ultimate price.
Because after the procedure,
she was unable to give any more life!
I guess she was willing for something to die,
and for life to treat her unice!

I guess she was prepared for this 
SEX SACRIFICE!


Details | I do not know? | |

Son Brother Cousin

Looking looking looking, 

Waiting watching looking,

But you will not be coming, 

My dear...

 

  Twenty maybe five years, 

Of looking waiting watching, 

But you will not be drying, 

My tears...

 

  Days through nights comes the daylight, 

Weeks through months pass the years, 

Your voice is that of an angel, 

Who whispers in my ears...

 

  Looking waiting watching, 

Shadows as they dance, 

Watching waiting wishing,

We could have just one more chance... 


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bright light

the wick is gently 
lit
the flame staggers
at first
then stands up
straight
reaching up
fully bright

the wax wanes
the flame sputters
the wick disappears
leaving a lasting
memory
of the bright light


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From within all life come to light THE WOMB OF MOTHER NATURE

From within - all life come to light . 
THE WOMB OF MOTHER NATURE

Before the womb of Mother Nature, stands 
two offspring's, feeding off her old life's hands
One day, a long way down the road of time's passing
they will stand tall before the memory of her place . 

MOTHER NATURE'S VULVA, ****** .

A flower before the beauty of Motherhood,
one day, a month ago, before me stood . 
To day, in the photo, the vision became clear
as I enlarged the picture, bring it near .
Life's journey, before these eyes, was there
for all to see, if but should they care . 
Imagination in me runs wild
at the sight of man's stillborn child
looking out at me from within her ******,
past the beauty that is all vulva .
This unborn child - so old - of man,
his skeletal skull, eyes so sad
slipping into dust, as all before had,
kissing the lips all life passes by
on it's long, long journey to be . 
This unborn child - so old - of man
reaching up it seems, trying to hang on,
but out into the light we all must go,
past the gap between Mothers legs
we must, he must, as dust, fly
out into the great expanse, of blue sky,
living a life fated, dictated, or chosen . 

This in a photo - this day - caught my eye .

B.J. "A" 2
May 24th 2009


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Some Sea Calls My Name

Some sea breaks in foam rushing around virgin shores made new by every wave and yet some see nothing but water and sky while I see you which is everything but me yet including me too when I stand in your shoes Some see melted hearts singing as one throughout the night sailing from Jupiter to Mars in the span of one kiss layered in as many dimensions as their imagination can dream but I see you standing naked in the sunshine on a tranquil beach midday your ankles surrounded by foam that takes your breath away Some sea calls my name seducing me to walk on water like a child is drawn to birth but I worry how to make those steps unlike the child following her canal I misstep because I think while my former self small knew the way without worry and hence I fall through the waves the mountain in my path does not move and a mustard seed is too large to contain my faith


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My Children part 1

I hope they dance every chance they get
I hope they sing
I hope they run barefoot in the rain
I hope they laugh so hard they throw their heads back
I hope they smile so beautifully
I hope they are strong, unafraid to be who they are,
I hope they are spirited and live 
I hope they speak their minds and follow their hearts
I hope they climb trees, and tear their clothes to shreds all the smiling 
I hope they are kind, their hearts filled with the love they were shown
I hope they are happy
I hope they love
I hope they give.... 
I hope they mend all the broken hearts that cry to them for comfort
I hope they grow to be strong little spirits
I hope they are wise
I hope they are forgiving
Restless for adventure and beautiful
Untamable beauties like the stars in the night sky, knowing where they belong
No one can change their mind
I hope they pray, have strong faith
I hope they dream, and believe
And when life pushes them down to the ground
I hope they get up and try again
I hope they catch butterflies and lightening bugs
I hope they will be grateful, never hateful
I hope they will be strong, my children
I hope they will be fearless and sound in heart and mind
I hope they will hold on tight to the rope of life and never let go of their hope
I hope they will rise up and fight for what they know to be right
I hope they will be just, honest, humble, pure
I hope they will I'm sorry when things don't turn out right
I hope they will be zealous in their faith
I hope they will exercise patience for the right reasons


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Soulful Cries

I scream, at the top of my lungs
No sound, comes out
Silent, curdling screams
Is, all I have left, now
I wrestle; I fight, with all, my physical might
While, being forced down 
By the mighty strength, of many men
The pungent smells of dirt, sweat and grime
Embed, in my senses
Their ghastly hot breathes; making me, want to puke!
Their hands, all over me
Constantly grabbing and groping me
Hollering and cheering each other on
Then, someone punches me
Someone, I cannot see
A large man’s hand, covers my nose and mouth
Muffling my soulful cries, terrifying, my insides!

I can’t breathe, now!

Many heavy handed blows, follow
In a blurry haze
I watch, my scarlet red blood splatter
Upon the snow white sheets, that surround
My sacred blood spilled
My salty tears mixed in with sticky men’s semen
My body, a raging torrent of scorching hot lava
Lulling into a translucent, entranced state
Surrendering, to the primal, animalistic frenzy
The men, taking what they want, anyway they want it
Devouring every morsel left ,of my weak and weary body
My body fighting, for its God given right
To live, now!
My life flashes before my eyes
The sounds around me begin to fade
My eyes glaze over, my body goes limp
My body betraying me, when I need her the most!
Silently, I pray for this is not my will, but their own
“Have mercy upon these souls” 
“Please forgive these men, as I do, now
“My love remains with you, heavenly Father”
Blackened tears of jet black mascara
Weave their way down
Through the bloody crevasses, of my black & blued skin
My body used up, a lifeless vessel, totally numb!
My innocence and dignity stripped!
No one, can save me, the worst is done!
Bashed, beaten, worn
I am nothing, no more...


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ENOUGH IS ENOUGH !

another child is lying in the streets dead
another stray bullet has struck someone in the head
today a mother breaks down and begins to cry
because today one more child has unfortunately died
the youth of today are all about violence and intrusion
running wild causing havoc and confusion
they think having a gun or a knife makes them more of a man
but if they want to prove their manhood why don't they fight hand to hand
too lazy to get up and go out to earn an honest salary
but have the energy to rob hardworking you and me
gang bangers, drug dealers and your garden variety hoods
incapable of being productive or possess positive attitudes 
enough is enough, it's time for us to take control
if you see something, say something, we all play a role
enough is enough, get the weapons away from them
it might be enough to save another child in the end

pedophiles, sexual predators and rapists on the prowl
it's time for all parents to stand up right now
talk to your children and make them aware
that evil can be found everywhere
take an active role in your children's existence
stay on their case and in their face with loving persistence
we have enough youths running around acting like fools
make sure yours get an education and stay in school
many are victims of circumstances and have fallen through the cracks
no one ever encouraged them to stay on the right track
children having children and all we can expect
is a generation raised with no regard for life and no respect
enough is enough, it's up to society
to get away from welfare and jail mentalities
enough is enough, it's time to do something constructive
so the future generation may one day be more productive

in 2007 only 42,000 black youths got college degrees
but over 400,000 got sent to state and federal penitentiaries
what's wrong with this equation? these numbers can't be correct
how did so many young men become social rejects?
uneducated, unemployed, no future and no hope
how do we expect them to now learn to cope?
enough is enough, no child should be left behind
as adults we can't afford to lose any more young minds
enough is enough, let the future generation prevail
and stop thinking the solution to the problem is building more jails
we should be building more schools and learning facilities
and not use our tax dollars mostly for the military
enough is enough, too many youths have lost their lives
maybe it's time that we turn to the Lord Jesus Christ


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Never forget about me

As the days turn to years and the now becomes the then of the past
I watch you blossom and become the person you were always meant to be
My head spins as i think of our life and realize its all gone much to fast
The babe I once held no longer seems to truly even need me
 
Have I done what was right have i stumbled or failed
Did I nuture the soul of this free thinking human being
Some days I miss the way you would cry the sound you once wailed
the memorys that had been so strong are now spotty and fleeting

I wonder if you'll ever know what you meant to me how hard i tried
now a days you wont talk to me we used to be best friends
I was there when you laughed when you screamed and cried
A cold teenage shoulder cant be the way this ends

Even now I think i need you more than you ever needed me
Without your life i would not know what it means to live
Someday you'll find out just how i did then i know you'll see
love is not something you take its a gift you must give

All the times i thought i couldn't be the person I had to become
A father a teacher a man just struggling to do what seems right
All the trials ups and downs i don't how i didn't break and succumb
A child myself when i first saw your eyes on that frightening night

You taught me so much did i give you the lessons to find your way
Did i strengthen your soul enough for you to conquer your fear
I know its time for you to go but something inside says wait please stay
I know your not my babe any longer but ill always want you so close and so near

As we say goodbye i realize now you've been my strength and my rock
It was you not I that brought this love free of blame no condition
May life be kind to you but call me sometime i need to just talk
you changed my heart my life my soul iv e been wrong by my own admission

You are the best of everything in me A testament to life a promise of love
I'm am you but you are not me i hope you find happiness and a way to be free
My precious child my sweet gift from above
I love you so much please before you leave sware you'll never forget about me


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PURE FUN

Once upon a time of grand pleasure
There was a child with thoughts of pure fun
Days danced from one to another
How wonderful it felt to be young

To capture secret snow forts
on toboggans of imagination
To cross vast fishing streams
in the canoes of creation
To race through open fields
at the silent speed of light
To dig for buried treasure
and catch fireflies at night

Those places that we visited 
were at the heart of time and space
They may be gone at the present
Yet, they can never be erased

The ballgame in the corner lot
that spectacular catch you made
The birthday of your special gift
when all your wished were repaid

The years when certain music
was inspiring and brand new
When books became a vacation
getting lost with; "you know who."

Let's visit that time in the present
not retreat to the past
Let's do something that's pleasant
for life rushes by too fast

Now - is the time to discover
what a wonder life can be
Having pure fun with another
by releasing the child in; "me."


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Its Not to late For Change contest

If it was 1942 
Relationships would carry substantial views
Since about 1983 
Things have changed drastically

Backwards, zig- zaged, upside-down 
Destroyed traditions have become muted sound
Men are getting milk for free
While feasting on all the meat they can eat
They have no reason to buy the cow or compliment it with a vow

Trying out the goods before paying full price
A generation who hears the word marriage and thinks twice
I’d have to blame it on the 60's babies 
They started getting divorced and made everything crazy

Now what sense is it to have a child and than move in?
Not to mention it’s a biblical sin
God’s word never changed His people suddenly did
He wanted parents to be married when they had a kid

They use to ship a girl away that got pregnant before she began to show
Now there are many men that pick up and just go
We are in an age that is afraid to fully commit
Yet we have no problem doing everything else with charm and wit
The results of this lifestyle has caused nothing but chaos and pain
How many people go to court for child support every day and are in need of financial gain

Let’s not forget the teens that have followed in this lead
They meet some teenage boy and think that love means having his seed
Children are raising children while young adults are living together before its time
What’s the point of marriage if you have already drank the whole bottle of wine

If you think this is normal or that marriage is for the lame
Wait another 20 years and watch how damaged and filled with shame
Our future children will wonder why no one stays together for long
They will write it in poems and sing it in their songs

It was not just a religious belief it was the right thing to do
Fall in love get married then have a baby or two
Women are wasting their lives with a man for years
 If you live together and aren’t married he will end up bringing you to tears

And if you do get married what is there to look forward to, tax right offs I suppose
Because by the time you have married you have formed thorns around your precious rose
There were no talk shows featuring “you are not the father” back then
People had one partner until the very end

Let’s not forget about the problem with STD's
They run ramped like birds in vibrant trees
Before long people will have to carry a safety card
To prove their privates aren’t strangely scarred
All avoidable, yet it keeps getting worse
When will we wake up and finally hit reverse?



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A Kiss of Sunshine

Grand daughter
Such a sweetheart
Young and smart
Only 7 years old
Unique in every way
Never underestimate your Smile
Sure to let your heart be true
Hand in hand , we do stand
In your life, I do what I can
No nonsense girl, you stole my heart
Every day you be safe, this I pray
A Kiss of Sunshine in my life


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The laugh of the child

The laugh of the child
Frothy
Sugary
Rampant
Keen
Cuts through the haze
Buds forth the green
Scampered
Syrupy
Velvety
Honestly light
The laugh of the child

The cry of the babe
Frightened and lost
Snickery
Trickery
Spidery fright
Mother sooths
Early midnight
Mumbly
Kushushy
Sleepily lost

The mumble of the old man
Frothy
Brothy
Powdery
Toothlessly smacked
In arguing drivel snivel
Cracked
Yeasty
Doury
Dry
Earthbound
Dust





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The Night Terror

The phasing of my nightmares
Through to conscious time
Has stolen my last dreamscape
As this child screams inside

My creations always singing
Of the fear that still hides
Behind incentive’s reason
To pretend I didn’t die

This place without a meaning
Dressed in ashen love
Locking up its history
And mopping up my blood

The burning of my nightmares
Into this black hole
Reveals the bold reflection
Of the horrors in my soul

I’ve shaped my own existence
Using broken hearts
The red abyss now laid before me
Is everything I am so far

The truth is all around me
The night terror took my dreams
This child is now a monster
And alone I need to feed


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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


Details | I do not know? | |

Rebellious Child Of The Sea

Rebellious young child of the sea,
Why do you always flee
From admitting yourself wrong,
And still letting your heart be filled with envy and pride?
Why do you glide away
From friend to friend?
Seems like whatever you do will always end.
I hear you are rebellious against His Word
And that you allow astrology and deep intrepretations to be thy guide.
Everyone says that you are just that way,
Because you believe you're forever a child,
Yet contradictingly,
You say you're a child of The Lord,
If so, why are you some times impure and insecure?
Thy answer is, "I am free to be what I want to be..."
"For Jesus' salvation is for everyone including me..."
"Although I run away, my soul clings onto friends and misses them dear..."
"I'm usually not myself around others, because I have one small fear..."
"I pray every night, asking for His forgiveness and loving light,"
"And I also have this continuous inner fight..."


Details | I do not know? | |

I Believe

I believe in love, happy endings and secondary life.
I believe no one leave this world without saying goodbye.
We hurt to learn and experience that one emotion love can posion you like a 
posinous potion.
Mothers give life and sometimes disown their child never will we know one pain 
behind their smiles.
I believe you're not save until you save one life the greatest gift is the one many 
seem to leave behind.
I believe no one is perfect and will never be life is more than what your naked eye 
let you see.
I believe our tears signal a battle we won.
And our pride grows as life goes on.
I believe that every child that struggle and lost their childhood would rise and their 
tears will eventually dry.
With the different forms of life God took his time to create the best gift is waking up 
to see the next day.
I believe in holding yourself and keeping faith.
The best lessons learned is the one's we don't call mistakes.
I believe in power, justice and strong will.
I believe in me and all that I can be.
I believe nothing in this world could ever take troll of me.


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Masquerade

I walk through life
   In a trance it seems
Walking roads that somehow seem
   Only in my dreams

Challenges come my way
   My mind a game to play
And now, somehow, illusions come
   To me, to me today

I can't escape this masquerade
   Inside my soul still yearns
For charms that swept me by
   On lost and distant day


Details | I do not know? | |

STILL I CRY

Still I cry since the day you died. I often ask myself WHY? Why did you die, Why did you leave me here all alone to cry. I cry all day and I cry all night oh dear LORD that not right. My heart is broken and my heart is SAD there is so much anger in my life it makes me MAD. Your death has made me STAND STRONG and fight for the INJUSTICE that did you wrong. For each life that I save that will be a ROSE placed your grave to let everyone know YOUR LIFE COULD have been SAVED. Still I cry under GOD’S watchful eye and I hope THAT other PARENT don’t have to ask the question WHY like I. With every breath that I take and every tear that I cry I will always LOVE you and everyone will know WHY. You were my BABY, you were my SON you are the reason why I remain STRONG and one day you will be back in my Arms. With grief there is pain, with grief there is sorrow but with grief there is always a tomorrow. We will always MISS you, we will always LOVE you and I thank GOD for the timed we shared with YOU. With this knife in my heart I will stand STRONG with this KNIFE in my heart I will never be alone. You are my ANGEL and you are my GUIDE you are the reason why I survived. GOD has chosen me to be POSITIVE guide in other children lives so no THAT other Parent’s can watch their child DIE. I will be a POSITVE influence in their children’s lives because I know how it feels when your child dies. You were a POSITIVE  in my LIFE  so now I know what it take to make a sacrifice and the death of a child is not right NO ONE PARENT SHOULD EVER HAVE TO MAKE SUCH A SACRIFICE. 

WRITTEN IN MEMORY OF MY SON STEVE ARRINGTON II (RAIN)

BY SONYA ARRINGTON


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SOMEWHERE TO CALL HOME

SOMEWHERE TO CALL HOME
There are a lot of firsts in a child’s life that we all might forget
The first time they say Mom or Dad,
Feeling all the ooh’s and aah’s.
The first time that they hold your hand,
The feeling goes right to your heart.
You know  that this child is blood right from the start.

The hardest time in a Child’s life,
 is when they think all is lost.
Feeling left behind and all alone and abandoned,
and looking for somewhere to call home.
To know the feeling of being someone special,
then have it ripped away, 
all they will feel is being alone.
Every time they look behind there is an empty spot.
When the people they know as Mom and Dad are there,
they are never alone.

But, when a child comes around and is not of your blood,
the love they need is just the seed.
Just the feeling of the two figures called Mom and Dad
to look up to means a lot to them.
For a child to call out Mom and Dad,
and hear no sound is very sad.

Who ever said that these kids are nothing,
there is something very wrong in their minds.
They have been looking for somewhere to call home
 for such a very long time.
They don’t ask for much just a place to belong,
no matter how long it takes.

After so long your kids get old,
and go away without looking back,
 no hugs or kisses in sight.
Your life void of the words Mom and Dad,
that they will never say tonight.

To adopt a child and give them life and hope,
To put the laughter back in their voice,
and the twinkle back in their eyes,
to finally hear the words Mom and Dad is the ultimate surprise.

Harold F. Therault Jr. June, 2, 2007
(Dedicated with love to: Liliana Alicia-Marie Therault)


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The Calling Sun

These walls are blinding,
Holding no reflection, 
Revealing no tone, shade, or hue.
Swallowing all life and personality within.

These walls are weighted with sadness and neglect.
Wonders and horrors of the world barred off.
Alone she sits, needle at bedside.
Along with the spark in her eyes this four-cornered room has long since gone dark.

Her sun once brightened her world,
Illuminating the four-cornered abyss.
But alas, the night always comes for the day's bright sky.
Alone he sits, at her bedside,
He's lost her again hasn't he?
Day breaks, the sun is rising,
A little boy calls for his mother to come home.


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Children of the Light

Children of light, Born of stardust
Living in a fragment, Living in a moment
Not to expire but to change, As all energy never dies
A vibration on the smallest singular molecular level 
An energy in everything even star dust
Dust which fed the primordial stew of earthly existence
And continues on in each of us
Children of light, Soon you shall shed the halo 
The coil of mortality, The frail limited body must go
Children of light, That vibration inside
 Will not cease but continue to thrive
As a Child of Light born from beyond time
Limited no longer by ties that bind
Oh Child of Light fear not the signs
For this life is but a moment by design
Children of the Light do not fear the eventual change
As you move forward from this confining space
Children of  Light there is no other way
You will be welcomed back into the warmth from which life began
As Children of the Light we shall all meet again
Bound by the very stardust, energy and vibration of the cosmos
And never to have to say good bye again
Good Bye sweet child of the light 
In a moment I too will be at your side


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Abdication

The world's greatest tragedy?

Maybe it's when someone you used to talk to,
for hours on end,
someone you used to be so close to,
someone you used to love;
disappears.

Possibly it's when you give up on yourself,
when you laze about,
resigned to a miserable fate,
resigned to little but sighing and crying;
surrender.

It could be when a child cries,
for a lost mother,
for father, brother, sister, anything,
for innocence fading and reality suffocating;
discovery of sin.

Whatever the case, whatever one thinks
is truly the most sorrowful event to take place,
I know which one is mine.

Not to lose a love,
not to acquiesce to fate,
not a child learning of the wicked;
though indeed they nearly head the list.

No, for me, for anyone, the worst:
to lose who you are.
Not just surrendering it, or death,
nothing so dramatic or even close to sudden.

I speak of a gradual shift, and not growth,
for that is a happy occurrence.
No, letting your identity slip, slowly, over time -
allowing events in your life, or the forces of eternity,
or, most insidiously, other people, to shape
how you react, think, and speak;
such is tantamount to spiritual suicide.

I wouldn't wish it upon the worst scum of the earth,
for the simple thought of it hangs heavy on my heart.

So stand fast, friends,
for you alone dictate your core;
you alone can choose to die
either a pawn of the pressures that surround you,
or actually yourself, in the flesh
and soul.


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New World

Jah has laid out the design of his plans
a world wherein happiness stands
each man will have his own land and vines
within his life will see happier times

The pursuits of his toil in joy he will seek
the fruits of his labor not another will eat
a child will reach an hundred years old
millennias past this truth was fortold

Some seek Nirvana and some Shangri-La
the truth about life some prophets saw
a place where mankind will dwell in peace
from the pangs of this life and deaths release

The fullness of what we are will exist
the bounties untapped within not resist
irresistible will be the Love of neighbor
the sharing of all for which we labor

Treatment of others and our earth will be good
instruction to build wisdom is understood
nothing on earth will be causing harm
no child will ever suffer alarm

No disfigurement or mar in body be known
the curing of disease Jesus has shown
healing the nations and teaching the truth
enlightenment of mind for mans new youth

Six thousand years of comparison God gave
to know that we have all been enslaved
enough of time to see what we've lost
and the price to all that it has cost

The first angel to fall into sin did man lead
God has taken advantage to show us our need
we will be like God knowing evil and good
no longer deceived by lies and falsehood

For centuries religions have kept man asleep
so few among us the secret do keep
Mankind in joy will reach his perfection
each now responsible for his own rejection

sources Gen. 1 & 2 Isaiah 11, 13, 24, 28:5-12
Jer. 12:10-11 John 5 , 6:32-33 Rev.17-21

COPYRIGHT © 2010 C Michael Miller


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The Child

Running through the rain the child trips and stumbles. While up above his head the sky ripples and rumbles. Splashing through the puddles on the concrete sidewalk, the child he runs in absolute fear.Tears mix with the rain upon his face, even as his rythemic cries reach his youthful ears. Not knowing what to do or who to ask for help, the child wanders aimlessly, watching the world around him as it melts.
Confused and terrified, the child feels that he is lost. He feels that noone loves him in this life, so depression became his boss. Slashed is his heart; his wounds refuse to heal. So he lashes out in fear; left behind is how he feels. 
Asphalt benieth his feet, the child collapses to his knees. He covers his face with his hands and sobs, " why me?" This child was lost until recently. Life had forced him to grow up fast. It had caused him to take responsibility for the actions of his past.
Desperately searching for an easy remedy, the child continuously cries out for help. 
The true identity of that child...
That child is me.


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A Night of Lost Dreams

Travelling to America with hopes of a brand new life;
Crammed into steerage with his young child and his wife.
It took his whole life’s savings and some borrowed money too;
Dreams of prosperity, this trip would get them through.

Sounds of music from the top deck, where the privileged class would dine,
Were fodder for his new world dreams of a life in a future time.
His skills as a craftsman, he was sure would treat them well;
Where they go after Ellis Island only chance and fate could tell.

He laid with his wife that night; his young child in-between;
For days, the open skies, not one of them had seen.
They drifted off to sleep with thoughts of an America so nice;
Later that evening the Titanic struck some ice.

The rest of this story, you certainly already know;
What few life boats they had, weren’t for the passengers down below.
Their prayers for a better life were answered in a different way;
At the bottom of the ocean, in the unsinkable liner they still lay.


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Games Over!

Game over we both lose,
for now there are no winners.

Only broken familes with broken dreams,
on a lonely quest for love and happiness.

I who understood you best,
did not understand you enough.

You failed to let me totally in,
now we are just friends.

Nothing more or nothing less,
living dreams of happiness we held our breath.

Only to come seconds near our very death.
Now we are nothing more than mere memories.

In hope we made the choice that best.
As we acknowledge we failed the test.

We broke promises and hearts  along the way.
As we promised ourselves forever to stay.

Together as one, not solo as two.
We now fill our own shoes.

As we begin to recover,
transitioning to friends from lovers.

The road was never easy,
but we fought the storms.

Only to be swept by the winds,
now we both loose hopefully as parents we win.

Raise our child unlike we were raised.
Help our daughter see better days.

Hope her realize she doesn't need a "nigga" but a man,
to help her pursue her happiness and understand.

I pray daily you'll see the light.
I just have no more will power to even fight.

I used up all of my might,
trying to help you appreciate and love life.

Maybe I'm wrong for giving up it all,
but when was right who fumbled the ball.

We will not talk as must as we use to talk,
but hopefully for our child we walk the walk.

I hope you undestand this was for the best.
Now I lay my pen to rest.

Whenever you need to cry I'll kend you my shoulder!

But for now!

GAMES OVER!


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I Was Supposed To Excited

I was supposed to be excited
Cause I was going to have a son
After all we were in love
Thought we were each other’s 
One thought killed those dreams
What mommies and daddies would
Say and it seems a child at 22
Just got harder than life could 
Ever throw at us cause we’re
Both at university they’d say
What do we know about love
And the way a child changes 
Two people

I was supposed to be excited
Cause she could’ve been 
Our daughter a name I 
Picked out for her she’ll never
Be called I was afraid to
Be a bold man and 
Fight for you for the 
Family I wanted instead
I let three lives die

I was supposed to be excited
But I was scared like you were
I should’ve held back my fears
You needed a man to hold
Your hand instead you found
A boy who hid behind your
Skirt where my son should
Be the one to hide and cry
Cause he doesn’t want 
Some strange Granddad 
To pick him up

I was supposed to be excited 
To tell my son as I stand behind
Him at fifteen too as I show 
Like his Granddad did with me
My first formal event tying that
Black tie the Sinatra knot he called
It instead 

I’m just broken writing
Not cause it’s my child’s
Birthday but cause he’ll 
Never do dinners on
Her birthday it’s a year 
Almost of your death day
I was supposed to be excited
But I’m not… 


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#292 In Fields Felt Desire

 In a world of wonder and destiny
In fields felt desire
The saddened child grazes the wood
Searching through fallacy 
The enchantments of life
Armed only with a lid of holes
And the see-through glass named Mason
Wondering about, looking for the fly called dragon
To bring home the beginnings of friendship.
~
   Through glorified days and starry nights
Oblivious within the self-righteous desire to be
The child turned woman gives glance to the eye beholding her
Taking foot into the meadows of life
Holding the hand of her knightly lover
Enraptured by the gift of a single rose
She offers a kiss to grant acceptance
As she is laid upon the tending lilac
Ensconced within the rushing energies of love.
~
   Reflected through the looking glass
Despair and age filled lines
The hapless woman stares through lonely eyes
Seeking to recapture through whimsical desire
The life of hasty passing
Reality surpassing the dreamscape days of youth
As the smile once vibrant falls with the taciturn voice
Where love forever shrivels to the shape
Of one more calendar day.
~
   Blossoms cascading from lucid dreams
In fields felt desire
Touched by the transient illusions
Emotions to pierce the baby's eye
Forthright to the justice of nature
For all things being are happenstance
Life given in shallow time
As gods create in zany perfection
The immortals born to die.
~
     By: Darren J McMurray
            July 3, 2009


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LITTLE W-V-a BOY

 PART I



Our caravan from afar off, finally, noisily pulled into the parking lot,
The crunching gravel ‘neath the tires, heralded our arrival.
We all had been excitedly chatting, about our destination, our work, our aid.

We hurriedly bounded out of our transport, tired, yet excited, exhilarated.
We immediately began the tasks at hand; unpacking, organizing, setting up.
We were readying for the work, when you bounded into our midst.
Your eyes sparkled, your smile was infectious, although, marred 
by the need for dental work, which matched the need for a shampooing,
Of your scraggly blond hair, and more patching of your frayed jeans, 
Although, they probably could use no more;
Just like your scuffed cardboard lined, oversized shoes,
you were wearing/sliding along, could be repaired no more.
And not surprising your faded shirt was missing most of its buttons
which apparently were long gone. But you were such a resilient angel
You could not dare care.

You merely brightened our day, hanging around,
following us around, eagerly all around us, as you stole our hearts.
Then as suddenly as you appeared, you bounded out the door
and disappeared into the evening night . . . 


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Blossom

Four or five years past, The plane lands in Monterrey, Mexico. Approaching the gate, the humidity hits me, I wipe my brow – it’s blistering hot, The salt still stings my vision. I clutch my luggage near, Anxious anticipation, my mind clenches, Stomach knotted, I know it’s been five summers. Last time I saw her, She was but a child – Eager to impress, quick to compare. Then there she is, waiting with the others. From afar, I notice she is mature now. As I grow closer I see her new complexion, Her once-short hair, long outgrown, We both say hello. Still quick to compare, eager to impress, She flaunts herself like she’s something special. I look at myself critically; cautiously, carefully I compare. She and I are from different worlds, Different positions. Last time I saw her, she was but a child. I, child quick and eager no longer. She and I, we’re different, The difference? She has merely been fertilized; I have blossomed already.


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confused mind

Life is cruel and unjust with limitless possibilities for good
My life is blessed like a fawn born into a quiet wood
The fawn dances and runs through the woods but has the instinct to fear
My fear of the world is pondered over and over while looking in the mirror
War is good is keeps up safe and sound
Yet I would never shoot a man to the ground
Money should be prized above all things 
This makes it hard to cherish how well my child sings
That fawn does not fear inadequacy or scorn
No it is only me who’s felt this since the day I was born
I volunteer and shake some hands
It’s a feeling that is grand
All the while some child dies as there was not a morsel to eat
After dinner my wife and I will turn up the heat 
And I’ll wake up next to the woman I love above all
Not some stranger who I took without knowing at all
The days drag on an I continue to think in the mirror
In hopes that one day it will all be clearer
But does worrying matter or make a difference 
No the only wrong worry or fear is indifference


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how beautiful is pregnancy

         (9/27/12)

A man is so glad to know- that inside you
His child grows.
The most beautiful thing on this earth
Is a woman giving birth.

As her stomach starts to grow
And her soft caressing hands begin to show
You’ll see her face take on a radiating glow.

She will see life in a different way
As her motherly instincts come into play.
her body which she had taken for granted before
Is about to open a new door.
This is the door to life
and as you do the pushing pains
From this moment on your life will change.

And when you feel that child stretching
Those walls of life
You’ll know it was worth the pains and sacrifice.

You may see its head and then its face
Searching this unfamiliar place.
Looking for the warmth that it knew
When it was inside of you.

It will take some time for the child to adjust
But it’ll recall your gentle touch
Now the first step comes into place
When you look at each others face.

An indefinable feeling that you can’t put into words
But for nine months this child has heard.
The beating of its mothers heart
Had become as one
And a new life had begun.
Now you have become what GOD intended
A mother of life - of hopes and dreams
And all that is seen and unseen.

Look deeply into that child s eyes
And it will take you where you’ve
Never been before - as it opens
Up its souls door.

This is what - “as a man”- I see
And you can’t take that away from me.

© L . RAMS


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Anniversary

It was a day that was set so deep back in her past
For as of today it was such a dark contrast
But soon after Roe vs Wade had eked into law
This poor woman would experience her greatest fall

So as each new year so intrepidly passes her by
All those questions only grow louder as to why
And just as tomorrow will soon be here
None of these answers have ever become clear

There is nothing she can change or anything she can do
Except maybe telling her story to someone like you
For tomorrow is going to be a very long day
But it will be for young women like you that this woman will pray

For even though thirty eight years have now since past
Each year gets harder to take than the last
If anyone ever offers you an anniversary like mine
I pray to God that you will instinctively decline


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A Childs Tears of Clay

Irony bit its lip, as the blood of tears....

Seventeen years of age and but a child still; lost amid the daze; haze?!

Standing in front of the silver glass, this somewhat handsome young lad

Popular, athletic, surrounded by girls whom adored; with razor blade in hand

The perfect night towards days tale, of the telling of two lives....

Longing to be loved yet, destroying it upon its very way; dusk to dawn

And back again; a posters child for the psychologically raped and maimed!?

Jekyll and Hyde only in the sense of the world outside, these broken windows

Wintery gust permeating his red rooms often, place in time; mind....

Traveling down the steepest mountain sides, amid the blackness of starless skies

Beauty, just another slash within the malignant corpse of his walking dead?!

As hearts became casualties strewn with his very own alongst this, foraged path

Facing the daunting beast while as quickly becoming its mangled image; in like....

Peering back into these mirrored eyes afore such crimsons reflections

Always taunting and mocking and gnawing upon every life of which it can!?

Destined in turn for a season passing suicidals asylums; temps revolving doors 

But even there the shadows of poisoned lingered to be fed; insatiable their thirst

Bled, in the wake of locomotions spellbound overdrive; this macabre....

Fast forward now as the decades journeyed to impart; mirrors, images, conceptions 

Ironies muse; and not so innocent anymore nor helpless, hopeless or naive?!    

Instead of a razors slicing edge at hand tis but that of a flaming sword; given  

Beyound the valley in the taste of death anointed; into, this fiery fire formed....

****************************************************************

...."A Childs Tears of Clay" ~


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Princess and Ninja Turtles

A little girl 
Sitting on the floor of her room 
The walls are decorated with princesses, knights, and dragons
The little girl not playing with dolls or ponies 
But playing with boy toys like transformers or ninja turtles.
Her face painted with greens and black paint
Her pink clothes painted the same colors
Her dark brown hair cut short that she did herself.
A mother wanting a girly daughter standing at the door of the room 
Rushing to her daughter to look what she has done. 
Takes the toys away from the little 5 year old girl
Yelling at the child 
"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE THESE TOYS ARE NOT YOURS. YOUR A GIRL YOU PLAY WITH DOLLS"
The child just looked up at her mother and smiled "Momma, its okay to be different."


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Another Chance

Oh, to be a child again,
When life was easy, little pain,
With Mama and Daddy standing by,
My hurts to kiss, my tears to dry.

I sang and played in halcyon days,
Nor stopped to give a word of praise
For a childhood of such pure delight
And angel guardians through the night.

Mama and Daddy now are gone
And others too have traveled on.
Each day I face another task
And in my prayers I sometimes ask

Oh, to be a child again
When life was easy, little pain.

By Joyce 1/23/10

For Brian's Rondel Contest


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News

Fatherhood won't get him down
He'll not dress like a clown
Designer jeans more his style
All the while caring for a child

Into the store to swipe some jeans
Not getting caught part of his scheme
Baby boy snuggled up real tight
Close to daddy his great delight

Daddy grabs a Chap's shirt
No way that he'll hit the dirt
In the baby's carrier jeans slips
From the store planning to rip

A detective saw him from afar
Drew in closer to grab without mar
Daddy realized he'd been spied
On his instincts he'd relied

Took off running from the store
Into six lane traffic engines roar
Police nabbed the irresponsible man
Long before he'll see his child again  

This was on the news on Saturday morning..
The officer said that it was one of the worse or maybe the worse
case of child endangerment that he had ever seen.


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the single guy waiting with his groceries at the register whilst a child screams

the single guy waiting with his groceries at the register whilst a child screams & mother whispers/growls obscenities 

after placing the divider stick
between the groceries making their way on the conveyor
towards the cashier &
his own, 
he begins to unload his foodstuffs onto the belt
amidst the escalating drama in front of him---
a small child, age 2 or so,
sits in the cart while mother deals out her coupons &
the frustrated late teen cashier
picks them up one by one to scan them---
the young child didn’t get its way or something 
and begins to throw a fit,
yelling, crying &
muttering things about what the mother had apparently promised
but obviously did not follow through---
mother’s anger shows on her face &
while dealing coupons, trying to pay her best attention to 
each subtracted amount from the screen in front of the cashier,
she looks back intermittently at the child and growls at him a
threat concerning what is going to happen 
if said child doesn’t stop carrying on---
though the whole scene is extremely annoying, loud &
unfortunately more the rule than the exception at the grocery store 
on a saturday afternoon,
the single guy smiles,
happier than shit
that he doesn’t have to deal with such 
lunacy.


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A Parents Teaching

One’s parent has a major impact
On how their child develops and grows
Their words over time becomes a child’s fact
Being the lessons that child now knows
Looking back I realize I have made my mistakes
My pain doubles when you do wrong
I am to blame which makes my heartache
For your stubbornness and being headstrong
You live what you learn or were taught
Later in life you learn from your past
I did the best I could do so I thought
Your mold being made from me and then cast


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The Lord is the Head of My Home

 
There are those that let the bottle dictate their heart,
For unknown reasons they think it seems to make them smart.
The deeper they dive into that hooch the smarter they get,
Till they find they’re hooked and really don’t want to quit.

Then life takes on a new meaning, and it’s all about them,
And they expect everyone to pay the utmost attention to their every whim.
They seem to lose focus about why God put them here,
So they drink another six pack with the idea that this will help make it clear.

From experience I can truly speak on this story I write,
I could tell you some good war stories and how I use to lay out drunk all night.
And how when I’d come home and I’d find faults with the misses, just to cover my rear.
Now I thank God she didn’t leave me for now that would be my greatest fear.

And this is especially true to all those dads out there,
These are seeds you are planting so be careful if you care.
For what a child sees they have the right to act the same,
Love and kindness should be all they ever see, then they will have no one whom they can
point the finger of shame.

It is never to late to turn your life around and be the person God intended you to be,
And I don’t mean to be preaching I just know what God did for me.
There is nothing more heartbreaking than seeing a child behind bars because they wanted to
be like dad.
Think about it brother I’ve been there and it made me feel pretty bad.

It’s your life and you know if you’ve got a problem or not,
I knew I had a problem and I was tired of the devil being my mascot.
When I started living for Jesus I started seeing things with a different view,
A better outlook you’ll have when you realize it is not always about you.


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When It[s Time

I hear a heartfelt sob deep within my soul,
 It touches me in such a way, yet for why I don't really know
I pondered on the reason why this sound has come to me
As I think of all that had past and worry of what is to be
My mother the earth weeps for all that has been done
She sees all her children's fate, past, present and beyond
I ask the Great Spirit how can one single soul stop all that has been done
He smiles His light on me and says, my child you have only just begun
Your words are read by many who also seek the answer to the question WHY
You carry the wisdom and heart of all your people who now dwell in the sky
The sobs you hear are your very own
For all those who now have gone
Gone from this world but they memory and spirit live on
Deep in your heart or hearts you know they are always near
Look in your soul my child and that's where I am
Close beside you holding your hand
You still have much to do my child for it still is not the time
But know when your time does come, we will walk together with your hand in 
mine


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Here I Stand

Here I stand
With no shoulder to cry on
Staring into empty space
At an unrecognizable face
After feeling so much
Why do I feel nothing now
All I tried to do was laugh and play
Tried to love and please
Did everything I could
So much more than was asked
And yet, I failed
Now I see you walking away
While here I stand
With no shoulder to cry on
I hear your footsteps and fading voice
The screams and the anger still attached
What was it I did so wrong
To make you feel so much
Why do I feel nothing now
And can’t even reach out to touch
I no longer feel my breath
I no longer feel my heart
I was just a child
As I watch you walk away
Why do I feel nothing now
Why are we both left
With no shoulder to cry on


NOTE*** Death should never be seen through the eyes of a child as you walk away… Child 
Abuse… let’s stop it! Not tomorrow, not today, but now!!!


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Fatherless Child

He told me “tell my son his father was a good man”, over and over.
He believed so I believed that the warmth of his last request would keep our hearts full until we
all meet again.
I hope heaven treats him kind; one of a kind that man.
On earth he was in mint condition; crisp as his shirt collar and smooth as silk sheets.
The only man of my dreams now exists there eternally.
In reality, my son’s much too young to know of death’s calling.
Besides, law abiding citizens shouldn't meet such misfortunes while the rest of the world frolics 
in ungratefulness
Still as the world turns I will raise my fatherless child.


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YOU DID THIS TO ME

I looked at her and she looked fine
Until she turned to the side.
Something strange about that girl
She was shorter than she was wide.

She held her hands below her waist
And pulled up once in a while.
Then she rubbed it down again
Giving her face a little smile.

"Do you feel that?",  she would say
As she put my hand on her tummy.
The movement kind of startled me
So I didn't feel very "chummy".

"He's kicking again, and it's all your fault
YOU DID THIS TO ME!"
Then I would remind her of that night
When she wanted to be free.

"It takes two to tango." , I said to her
"You didn't seem to mind it then."
"But I never expected this consequence
When we acted as lovers not friends".

It's been almost nine months now
What is there to say?
We're not having a kitty or puppy
But a baby is on the way.

I'm sure we'll love the bundle of joy
That has been ordained for us.
With priceless smiles and goo goo talk
And grandparents who'll coo and fuss.

For a child always comes by way of love
Not only through passion's route.
But when he's born our lives will change
Of that, I have no doubt.

"So Lord, give us the grace
To raise our child with encouragement and love,
That he will grow in strength and wisdom
That can only come from above."


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What the Hell Happened? (Part One)

Well, this certainly hadn't turned out as planned
the gun in her hand
cold and tasting already like blood
which is fitting for that is, after all, its purpose,
to spill blood while in her mind
she flew back in time
to when she was a little girl
the twinkle in her father's eyes
his only child it was no surprise
she was the center of the universe 
with only the occassional
twinge of guilt
for her brother who was not her father's son
when he took the brunt of the betrayal
inside she gloated while he was slapped and pummeled
and she held the whole world inside her hands
a beautiful world with snow covered peaks
the people all healthy with rose colored cheeks
while war raged all around her and millions of people
as real as she
went up in smoke
while she laughed and joked
she was unaffected
safe in her world with her planets orbiting all around her
predictable and unwavering
savoring
the sweet chocolate as it melted against her tongue
while black-out curtains were hung
she was safe and warm and the future held such hope,
such a beautiful girl, how it warped her to be told and told,
she knew she would never grow old
and life would be perfect in her universe she created
in her mind,
but somehow things got twisted
when that family friend visited,
a doting uncle type, she felt the way he watched her
was only to be expected
but suddenly every thing changed
as he threw his princess down
ripped her little gown
and stole from her both her viginity
and her sanity;
innocent child never spoke
of it, never woke
from it
her nightmare buried deep as she plastered on
her model's fake smile
all the while
slipping, slipping,
this earth shattering agression
followed by repression and


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A CHILDS CRY

laying in bed looking up at the ceiling 
my eyes got blurry, and my head started reeling. 
I saw a vision start to take form 
of a child who was unborn. 
this child was in the womb of its mother 
being fed by the tube to give it life. 
he turned and looked straight at me 
and its eyes were as big as can be. 
he raised his small little hand 
and signaled me to look inside. 
it was something that he could not hide. 
the vision came closer to me 
just so that I could see. 
I saw the pain that this child was in 
because his mother was 
thinking to abort 
and for the last two months he had fought. 
all the features that GOD was creating 
was thought by the mother 
of becoming belated. 
this young mother was under peer pressure 
to take this Childs life 
and it did not matter if it was wrong or right. 
this young child was screaming at me 
'how could they let this be' 
I am life given by the lord 
why would she want to abort. 
tell her to give me a chance 
so that I could live in the warmth 
of her arms, and fill her heart with joy. 
it would matter not, if I’m a girl or a boy. 
can't she feel me, and see me 
in her dreams at night 
and that I’m in a perilous fight. 
I want to live just like she 
there is nothing wrong with me. 
the vision started to fade away 
and in my heart, I started to pray 
let this child live another day 
and from this woman the pain to go away. 
LIFE IS SACRED, DON'T THROW IT AWAY 
IF YOUR MOTHER THOUGHT LIKE YOU 
YOU WOULDN’T BE HERE TODAY.
Louis rams


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Lion King

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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For Unto Us

"For unto us a child is born, 
Unto us a son is given: 
And the government shall
Be upon his shoulder: 
And his name shall,
Be called Wonderful, 
Counseller, The mighty,
God, The everlasting Father, 
The Prince of Peace."
He came to save us
From what lies beneath.
He was born to a virgin,
In a manger long ago,
And died for us when 
He was only 33 years old.
He had a mission to
Save all souls via his
Death, so that we could
Be united with the Father
Again, because we were
Disconnected from early
Sin. So when you shop 
This weekend, think 
Don't be so concerned
About spending money
To be in debt for the rest
Of your life. Give the 
Gift of Christ. 


wrote 12-15-10

"For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given: and the government shall be upon his 
shoulder: and his name shall be called Wonderful, Counseller, The mighty God, The 
everlasting Father, The Prince of Peace."  Isaiah 9:6 


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A World of Shame and Neglect

 
The little child was born into a home of violence and abuse.
      Sadness was the closest thing to love and that was no excuse.
A little child screaming as his mother gets slapped and tossed all around,
     While his worthless father struts thinking he is something he is quite profound.
The little children with ragged clothes and snotty noses just stood there in tears,
      What an impression this father has made for them through the years.
We live in a monkey see monkey do get messed up society,
     Most of the children grew up watching their parents fighting never knowing 
sobriety.
 Alcohol or drugs, seemed to dominate most of the poor.
     The thing they didn’t realize this was only a temporary escape door.
The pain that was eased only led to more grief.
      Till violence took over in the name of relief.
 The daddy was loaded up paying the bills, food, utilities and rent,
      While momma stayed home pregnant and got fussed at for the money she 
spent.
They had sunk so low they were ashamed to attend any church,
      Afraid that the pastor might point them out as he stood on his perch.
What is the answer if any to this little tale of mine,
       How can we make it stop, can we ever draw a line.
 I do know that hate begets hate so could love be the key?
       Has anyone ever tried it long enough to truly find the answer of this I  would 
love to see.
All of my life I have heard do unto others as you would have them do unto you,
        Such a simple answer could this be all we need to do?
Think About It!!!


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The Price

This is the price you pay 
For child abuse
Can you feel me
I cant feel you

All alone 
Lying in bed
I’m asleep
Soon I’ll be dead

I’m in your room 
As I wake from light
Your upon me
Something ain’t right

I open my eyes 
And see your face 
I’m scared to death
My heart starts to race

I look in your eyes
There is no shame
Down below 
I can feel the pain

I try to push you 
I’m not ready
Its no use 
Your to heavy

You close your hand
Over my mouth 
As I try to yell 
And scream for help

You grab my shoulder
And turn me around
Push my face
To the ground

I can’t breathe
I’m gasping for air
I’m hysterical now
But you don’t care

This is it 
This is all 
It’s what you get
You broke the law

You pay the time 
But I paid the price
In your cell
I hope their anything but nice

This is the price you pay 
For child abuse
Can you feel me
I cant feel you.


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Rains, Legends of the Wolves

Toddlers teeter on the hollowed trunks and sport with juts of ice. 'Cross boulder bridges, flouting rapids, hop the agile blond and beige. Yet in close chase, for or found, and on uneven ground, they’ll slip. Clots in black and rose bespatter tans and whites. Though clouds may cope the flights of cubs and fawns in torrents spirit laden, steps shan’t be erased, where o’er plight’s edge they’re furrowed. Would least the cliff lay lad to nestle upon drifts of pedals fallow or as cradled by green swaths of summer blades. For if to hope, the whelp when bade need but renounce a bed of clover, might a father’s beckon stern retrieve the slain. But scolds can echo no reprieve where o’er forever’s precipice the yearling brown has left the seasons scarlet stained. Though with the day’s advance, a glance would chance the fact all tracks do fade, in the havens gray, in every trace, we dawdle. It’s the cleft that blanched a mother’s face. Bereft, her tears are gained. And blood ‘s been shed till never, like the rains.


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What Poetry Mean To Me

 
What does poetry mean to me

Poetry is the air I breathe

Poetry is the words that feed
My soul
To make me whole

Poetry is what makes me blossom
In the middle of spring

Poetry is what grows my garden
And makes it flourish with nature
Beauty

Poetry Is

My magical whim's that supply all my
Fantasy and fills my hopes and dreams

Poetry is the strong desire that keep the
Flames of love burning

In the midst of the hour

And lights up the sky
With beautiful hues of colours

Spreads from one globe to

Another

To swim the ocean deep

Just because of love

Poetry is that and more, which I
Hate to carry this on and on

But

Poetry is the love of our life that visit
Us in our dreams

Poetry is

Me and the worlds that wakes every
Morning to bloom and blossom

Even after the death has played it last
Song that breaks our hearts

Poetry is tears and moans
Grief and pain that Hunt's the
Soul

Poetry is the rain crying from
The sky
The sun the moon with the golden
Light
Poetry is a child laughter at play
The tears a child shreds in sadness
They cry

Poetry is just a book of songs you
And I write down in our journal
Each and every day

We

Mix them together again and again
That is poetry

Poetry is life woes
Life happiness

Poetry is life
Here now and after

Poetry is you and I 


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To My Mother For Mother's of The World

Way back when the skies were blue
I wish I could have somehow knew

That after 4 there would be no more
The reaper took you up out the door

I never embraced mother’s day
Another excuse to throw it away

A shameful fact that is no lie
Just another reason to get high

I’m pretty sure today you can see
I have become who I should be

Everyday is another roll of dice
I don’t gamble its not my vice

What I do is give it all away
Just another prayer I shall pray

Lord for the mother’s everywhere
A short simple meaningful prayer

Never doubt within their fears
A hungry child sheds their tears

In our world so easily embraced
Hard to imagine a Mothers face

Who’s Child has not a pair shoes
Dying from some unknown flue

Only thing they really know for sure
Death is going to be their child’s cure

Sometimes the depth of what we write
A world away in the dark of night

Tears will become their only gifts
As a child’s soul their angel lifts

To these Mothers I pen this write
Babies in heaven finally alright

To my own mother I proudly say
Mom your son turned out this way

No need for greed or desire of lust
Just a simple man doing, as he must

A man forever planting his seed
For those who are more in need


I think we here in America often
Lose how desperate some parts
of the world truly are. I will be
spending today in prayer for the
Mothers who have nothing more
than faith to give or receive from
their Children. Always remember
even in these troubled times your
spare change can make a difference.
May God Bless you all


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Reminisce

I remember when I was verbally bullied,
I would not tell my parents or teacher 
Of what was happening.
I would only take it all in solitary stride,
I remember always feeling 
Both sad and happy in being alone.

I think about it now,
I realize the reasons why I was bullied, why
I was resentful of those who done so to me.
I realize how silly it all was as a whole. 

I notice how it seems to be my fault,
I rejected their offers for friendship.
I still think I was right,
I intuitively knew of their potential two-faced sides.

I have had friends long before then.
I unwillingly moved elsewhere 
(Away from mine friends back then).
I seem to have lost them 
For as long as I shall continue to live.
I eventually had no one 
But [one] older and [some] younger cousins.

I remember when I was my parents' only beloved little one.
I would have everything a child wanted and needed.
I realized my parents often never played with me,
I have come to feel
They were never a good refuge for my feelings anyway.

I see how I've changed from a beloved child 
To now this lonely soul.
I notice how everybody else eventually changes.
I have had good few friends 
In these passing recent years of youth.
I have taken the toll that life has had in place for me.

I reminisce it all now,
I felt so alone, still feel so alone.
I remember my pain, I remember my joys,
I still console myself alone.

I notice how everything is not the same,
I realize the happier days of my past cannot repeat.
I know even if they did then I would face it all again.
I forever now accept it all to be an essential part of me.


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The Right Road

I don’t need a man to define me
Because I am already a strong African Queen

Cause there isn’t a road that I haven’t went down
Except for the road that made me frown

It was that road that led to the Devil
So I hurried up and got off that level

I stayed focused straight ahead to Believer’s Ave
Because that is the road that led to the right path

As I strolled by, I heard a voice that said
You are my child because you didn’t get misled

And you didn’t think twice nor did you have to guess
And for that my child you will be truly blessed


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Reading or Swinging

Reading a book on a swing Not paying attention to the desire To lift off the ground and sway Only the words of the book are heard The swing lay fathomless Not to be confused with the story She sees just the lines in the book Not the destination the swing brings Slowly the swing begins to move And the book starts to lose its pull The motion of the swing begins to rock And the child loses interest in the book The swing wins the battle of wills For the child loves a swing More than the words of a good story Any day, the swing will be victorious And the giggles and laughs will fly Fly from the heights of the swing As the motion moves quickly now And the book lies near the feet Of a typical child
Russell Sivey


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I GIVE MY LIFE

I GIVE MY LIFE ,
TO CHANGE THE PAST 

I GIVE MY LIFE ,
TO FREE MY CHILD FROM PAIN 

I GIVE MY LIFE ,
FOR PEOPLE TO LOVE ME FOR WHO I AM 

I GIVE MY LIFE ,
FOR PEOPLE NOT TO JUDGE ME 

I GIVE MY LIFE , 
TO DO WHAT IS BEST FOR MY CHILD 

I GIVE MY LIFE ,
TO KEEP PEOPLE HAPPY 

I GIVE MY LIFE ,
SO PEOPLE WILL STOP TALKING ABOUT OTHERS 

I GIVE MY LIFE ,
TO GIVE OTHERS WHAT THEY WANT FOR ME 

I GIVE MY LIFE ,
TO JUST TO KEEPOTHERS FROM JUDGEING ME 

I GIVE MY LIFE ,
JUST TO KEEP EVERYONE HAPPY 

I GIVE MY LIFE ,
JUST TO KEEP THE SUN SHINING 

I GIVE MY LIFE ,
TO MY CHILD SO SHE FEELS NO PAIN IN HER LIFE 

I GIVE MY LIFE ,
TO KEEP THE WORLD HAPPY


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Help Me To Be

Looking down on the new born child
Our Father gave to us
I quickly looked to the years we have ahead
And asked Him, help me to be
The kind of father I should be
Lead me through the restless night
When our child lies awake
And the times she’ll need a change
Be with me through her younger years
And help me to calm her fears
Give me the words to say
When she comes for advice
That I might lead her
The straight and narrow way
When I’m about to show my anger
Over something she’s said or done
Please remind me
Of all I’ve said and done against Your will
And the love You show me still
But most of all enable me
To be a bright and shining light
So when it comes time to choose
Between what’s wrong or right
Our child will know
And want to share
In Your never ending love
God, help me to be
The kind of father I should be

NOTE*** This is from my CD A Father’s Love Letters
To listen to the CD please visit
http://www.reverbnation.com/#/mikehamill


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Natural Curing " Save a Child? "

The story you read
In the shape of a poem
Its all about life
To continue it growing
 
The recent case 
Of Daniel Hauser
To deny him help
Media exposure
 
This 13 year old boy
Saw his aunt the same way
He took his first course
But the course made him sway
 
And his mothers thoughts
Maybe religion will save
And the fear of the thought
Her son no longer the brave
 
Behind the scenes, the Religion Nemenhah
A white mans dream of the " Cloudpiler " Landis man ah!
Where Natural Curing is what they can?
Is this the reason why they ran?
 
My thoughts go back to the way his auntie was
For to continue his treatment, as his bravado thaws
Its the word Chemo and the course it takes
Going through spells of goodness and sickly states
 
How many cases where the parent was ill
Did they make their own choices, to get better at will
Or did a another person decide for them
With their consent, with the write of a pen
 
In natures eyes, as a mother gives birth
It should be in her want, to save her child first
Why she would do this, take her child and run
Is it this Nemenhah cause, that prevents her son?
 
Written to answer my thoughts on the question posed by
                  Katherine Stella on her poem
 
          " Kid Natural ( the Daniel Hauser story ) "


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A Rose in New York

Encompassed in a concrete enclave
Choking fumes swirl all around;
Long shadows steal the sunlight
And yet, firmly it stands its ground.


What little light it does receive
Are of colours red, amber and green,
And often at night time neon pink
And brilliant scarlet can be seen.


As each of the seasons change
From spring to summer to fall,
Its lovely silken pink petals
Appear more prominent to all.


Alas, the biting, bitter chill 
Of winter’s hostile breath
Blows on the rose for days
Sending all flowers to their death.


Yet, this pink rose in New York
Endures all that comes its way
As a little girl goes to school
She gently touches it every day.


Love flows to that flower
From her fingers so kind and soft
And thus, it blooms for her daily
And her heart is raised aloft. 


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My Pride

YOU will never know someone as thoughtful and loving as me. 
Ive given you unconditional love as if it were free. 
I should have made you step up and pay the fee.

But you see I have this problem that I need to fix. 
I let men hold me down as if Ive been thrown into a deep lake clenching onto several bricks. I can remember putting boys before my own worth since I was about six.

Now you stand before me putting me through the same old crap.
 Intertwining our lives but its really one big complex trap.
One would think I could see this *****before me in a quick snap.

The truth is I teach men how to treat my soul.
 Its almost like my ancestors wrote this life for me on ancient scroll. 
How I was taught to believe my own self worth has taken a toll.

I spend every possible moment teach my kids their value and worth.
 From the moment I gave birth. As long as my child walks this earth.

She will know her life has unlimited possibilities.
 I pray I can teach her her gifts in this life and all her capabilities. 
The honor she must have for herself and her main responsibilities.

You see that precious message wasn't given to me as a young child.
That is why I feel so desperately compiled.
To see my daughters become strong confident young ladies that are not at all wild.

I must have done something right along the way. 
Because listening to myself teach them and they words that I say. 
To myself and my children I choose not to betray.

So walking before them with a better sense of self worth and pride. 
For my actions have to speak as a road map and a guide.
I pray god continues to give me the strength and understanding he so graciously supplies.

For I am a child of god after all. 
I know my value now and it isn't anything minutiae or small....


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His Seed

                    
 I got tired of playing
 Life caught up full of shambles
As a child I remembered what life taught me
So I started back praying
The answer may not come when you want it to
Always remember God has already planted
a way for you

You are his seed
You are his seed
Dripped in his blood
You are his seed
Covered by his love
You are his seed

There is something special about you
One miracle is watching the seed grow
Every good parent’s desire their child to know
God is real God is real
How can you not praise him?
It’s all about him not Jim or Kim 

You are his seed
You are his seed
Dripped in his blood
You are his seed
Covered by his love
You are his seed

The answer may not come when you
want it to
Always remember God has already planted
a way for you

You are his seed
You are his seed
Dripped in his blood
You are his seed
Covered by his love
You are his seed


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Missing Children

another twist to those children lost and another reason why...perhaps...

Missing!
The World is so big,
So easy to get lost in, when
You don’t listen

The neighbor tried hard to warn
My folks, I was headed down
The wrong path, using drugs and forlorn.

My mother told her in soft spoken voice, to mind
Her own business, I was a good kid, not the
Big, bad  drugging kind.

My mother did not believe in the new rule,
It take a village to raise a child and
To keep us children in school.

The neighbor saw them lead me away,
She turned her head, with nothing to say.
She was remembering mothers warning, and
She ignored my silent plea; 
She turned her head away from me.

No need to cry now mama, dad, dry your eyes
You were forewarned one day but you believed my lies,
I'll bet now the  neighbor doesn't even look your way
Yes I am missing, what a sad thing to hear you say.

Too many children missing
For one reason or another
We hear the cries, pleas of families, far and near
Each and every year..

It does take a village, reach out your hand
Make it your buisness, take a stand
Save a child from the fright of the streets
It takes a village...Say it, again and again
Someday, this horror we will defeat.


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Forgive and Forget?


It seems to be just part of life to hold on
 to pieces of the past. 
Try to forget the bad ones, make the
good ones last and last.

Don‘t “they” always say, it’s always best,.. just to
forgive and forget?
Forgiving is the easy part, but
I haven’t forgotten it yet.

There were no weekend outings with you , on bright 
sunny days in the snow.
Instead, there was yelling and beatings, when
every Friday night you both had to go,....

Out to the bars, all happy and giggling,  
and always dressed to the nines.
To the innocent bystander, “ the happy couple“.
Everything in your life was fine.

Then, only God knows, how many drinks later, you turned
into the monsters I knew.
You could’ve won the prize for “The World’s Greatest Hater”.
This child didn’t know what to do.

I closed my eyes and covered my ears, to hide from
the mean things you did and said.
No child should’ve had to go through this, while
lying awake in her bed. 

The things you said to each other, was the
part I’ll never forget.
The hate boiling deep down inside of you,...
Oh, what an example you set..

The blackened eyes and bruises...you two 
were quite a sight.
You tried so hard to cover it up, but everyone
knew you had been in a fight.

Then somehow during each week, a “miraculous” 
healing took place.
You spoke to each other as if nothing had happened.
The bruises were gone from your face.

Then  Friday always came once again. As I left for school
I smelled booze on your breath.
I knew it would be another long weekend. Sometimes I feared
this would end up in death.

I finally got out of this bad situation and moved
in with one of my friends.
I worried so much about you both. I prayed
the fighting would end.

It finally did end, when no one could find Mom. She’d
gone off alone to drink away the pain.
We found her 3 days later, so drunk, she couldn’t 
even remember her name.

I guess my prayers were finally answered, as she
laid in that hospital bed.
 I’ll never forget the pain in her eyes, and the look
on her face when she said,...

“I’m so sorry, my child, for all of the horrible things in life,  you’ve 
had to see.
I only hope that deep down inside, you’ll someday,
find a way to forgive me.”

The years got better,  those long weekends stopped, but those words,
she took to her grave.
And I only hope she knew in her heart, when she asked, that I forgave
her, that very same day.


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Funeral

You lay there cold, not moving
I want you to blink. Why won't
you blink? Why won't you breathe?

I dont understand. Should I
have understood? Should I have 
known then just to grieve?

Should I suddenly of realised
all matters of life an death?
What would be the point?

I stand there, just a child and
gaze at your ever staring 
eyes as the priest annoints

You and says something I
do not hear. Is this all my fault?
I am filled with regret.

The confusion of a child is
not easily subdued. The
past in stone is set.

We walk from the church,
my Father's hand on my shoulder
as you are placed in the ground.

I close my eyes. My mind begins
wander. Just what in death
is there to be found?


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VICTORIA SOTO

* This poem is in memory of Victoria Soto, one of the teachers who died in the Sandy Hook shooting. Victoria hid students in a closet to protect them from the gun fire and died trying to protect them. Victoria loved life and was a selfless person.



The gates of Heaven open as a beautiful woman enters.

She is holding boxes filled with white doves to go out to the world.



As she walks further into Heaven she sees a  line of notes saying:

Thank you and We Love you.



She follows those notes to the end,

And greets her students with a hug.



The woman says to them,

No need to thank me, you were worth taking the risk.



She then gives each child a dove to hold.

She says, write a message to share with the world.



One , Two, Three

Each child lets go of a dove with a message.



The woman asks,

What message did you write?



The children say,

That a beautiful angel named, Victoria, has entered the gates of Heaven.


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TWO WOMEN

TWO WOMEN

I once knew two women

One endowed with beauty supreme
One engrossed in kindness and virtues sublime

The one was applauded for her flaws
The other never dismissed a being for her cause

One always sped through crooked ways
One prayed to the Lord, night and days

The one was blessed with many a suitor
The other was cursed for her virtuous manner

One thought a child an impediment for her life’s cause
One longed for a child in absolute silence with remorse

The one pursued her throne, where she sits alone
The other took in her arms another’s child and held it close, night and morn

Now, both these women were born and lived, 
Both these women, I have known and loved
But one grew horns, the other grew wings


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Wake Up Little Sleepy Head

Wake up little “Sleepy head”
It’s time to rise and shine – 
Get up out of that old bed
There are mountains yet to climb. 

Put on your shoes and sweater
Take a walk amidst the trees – 
Come listen to the sound of loons
Wafting in the breeze. 

Wake up now little “Sleepy head”
The hour is drawing near –
For you to dance and find romance 
And the path that you must steer. 

In this carousel ride on which you fly
Throughout this life you’re living – 
Come find yourself and all you’re worth
And learn the gift of giving.

Wear that pretty purple dress
That matches your dark eyes – 
And don’t forget to stop and rest  
When rainbows fill the sky. 

Wake up now little “Sleepy head”
The flower garden’s near – 
Waiting for you to plant some seeds
That will sprout anew next year.

While you look for love from high above 
And in everyone you meet – 
Today it’s time for you to find 
Diamonds at your feet. 

Wake up now little “Sleepy head”
It’s time to move along –
No more waiting, hesitating
To find where you belong. 
         

 
 


    


Details | I do not know? | |

Red, White And Blue

Colour by numbers with two different displays....

Through these eyes of a child gazing through its glass

Dark to the right and bright unto the left; wherein does one choose!?

Psychology and philosophy are great tools to explain away the why's but

What good are they within a tender life untamed by their sights.... 

Faith takes one high and the lack of keeps them bound amid

A windows display; chained to be tainted by the science in such darker hues?!

Surveys and studies unto the left and to the right; a box of crayolas

In the hands of this child to be coloured by these numbers....

**************************************************************

....“Red, White And Blue” ~


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WHEN


We have being waiting,
Since when we know nothing
When we cannot even figure out what is wrong,
When we did not know whom to sue.

We have being waiting,
Watching and wondering…
About when are we going to change
And when is the game going to be over.

We kept quite
Seeing innocents’ life being quitted.
Seeing our children becoming orphan,
Also our young women becoming widow.

We kept quite
Closely end our finger as we bite.
Tolerating misconduct in the society,
As the government say nothing.

Please tell me…

When are we going to inhale the fresh air?
When are we going to stop having nightmare?
When are going stop seeing our vanished innocent brothers?

We lived under the umbrella of brotherhood
Different religion, different culture.
Rich and poor as well.

Yet nor peace alive,
Oh we need some ease,
Please let us breathe,
Please, please.
…please






Details | I do not know? | |

Children of Mine

There are things that a child shouldn't see,
and what could life to a child even mean?
I know there are things that one should know,
and within time memories grow.
I try t teach to live with no regret,
and always remember and never forget.
As long as we learn from the things that we do,
so many things that I wish that you knew.
Always be close and hold it together,
even in the worst of weather.
stay close and hold on with all that you've got,
you'll make it through if you give it your best shot.
Just know that I love you and I always will,
keep your life interesting and be out for the thrill.


Details | I do not know? | |

Child of Mine

My darling child of mine, where do I begin

You are a miracle upon miracles the ever sweet gracious song to my humble 
existence 

You are what I hope and dreamed for 
You are perfect from your eyes to your toes
Your gleeful laughter echoes in my heart for you make it swell in delight

Such a exuberant smile, when I look upon it I still stare in wonder how perfect it 
radiates from you

How such a small essence of beginning you came from, now to this, a cherub of 
utter pleasantries 

When god made you he crack the mold so no other could be design as lovely as 
you

 I have wished and prayed for just a healthy babe instead I was blessed with 
exquisite bountifulness
My beautiful darling child of mine



T1nk


Details | Blank verse | |

What If

What if you were stuck in the middle of life?

Where there is no where for you to turn

Left, right, back, or forth 

No matter which on you take your still stuck at point a

Where there is nothing to do

No hope, no light, or no smile to put on

Just tears to roll down

What if you were a 15 year old child that wanted to make a change in her life?

And you've done all that you could do, what would you do?

What would you say to someone that wants to kill themselves cause of whats going on in life and they just can't deal with it any longer?

Matter of fact, what would you do?

Is there anything that you would say or do to help that persojn in every way possible?

What if I told you that I was that person that is stuck in the middle of life where there is no where for me to turn?

What if I told you that I was that 15 year old child that wanted to make a change in her life but can't cause she's done all that she could and theres nothing left for her to do?

What if I told you that I was that person that wanted to kill herself cause she can't deal with life any longer?

What would you say or do then?   


Details | Prose Poetry | |

The Flower

I stood amidst a green field of grass
Around me the wind breathed . . . softly
Above the world a sun watched over me
Below, amid a pond scintillating with light
My family, my friends swam and laughter sang to us all
I stood apart as always I did in the past before this day
Yet this time I did not feel apart, nor alone, no more the outsider
For I was there swimming and laughing with them, in spirit I was there
And from behind me I listened to soft footfalls approaching
But I did not turn around instead I awaited his voice
For I knew he had come to speak, to learn so I would listen
Together we stood watching my family laughing and swimming
Until at last he spoke to bring forth the beginning
“Hey, you’re one of those guys aren’t you?”
He asked and I felt his frown upon me
So I turned to him and withdrew my shades
There before me I saw a child standing
Who had much to live, much to experience
So much to learn and so I smiled
A soft smile with gentleness
And this I said to him
“No, I am not one of those guys,
I am one man, nothing more
Nothing less, just a man
Like you I am a man.”
His brow creased as he thought about my words
And so I put my hand upon his shoulder and I spoke again
“Come, let us join them.”
And together the child and I, the man, walked down to my family
And when I arrived my family, my friends, greeted me and said
“Hello Patches, come and swim with us, laugh with us.”
So I did and as I did I felt the child sleep peacefully
And I knew, I knew that it was alright
For I am just a man, one man
Like you


Details | Didactic | |

PUT SOMETHING IN THE BAG

as a little child whenever my mother and I went to the store
she would give me that lecture which I had to endure
"don't ask for nothing, don't touch nothing, be quiet and always stay near"
but as a child in a store this I did not wish to hear
eventually I would come to ask,"can I please put something in the bag?"

the marketing and business strategies of the advertising companies
are specifically designed to target the young demographic entity
sell to the youth, appeal to the young, make it fashionable for the teens
make them put something in the bag so the cash register can go cha-ching

but life is more than the lastest pair of jeans you want to style
it's about putting something in the bag that is worthwhile
a college degree, a scholarship, your faith in the Lord Christ
it's time to put something in the bag that will bring meaning to your life

to put in the bag the Gospel of Peace
and not those new Air Jordan's on your feet
to be outfitted in the Breastplate of Righteousness
and not the lastest Baby Phat designer dress
to pick up the Spirit of the Sword
and not that car you can barely afford
it's time to put something precious and special in the bag
and no longer to gravitate towards expensive designer rags

so put something in the bag, the bag that is your life
it's time to get the greatest gift and that is the Gospel of Jesus the Christ


Details | Ballad | |

As the Years Go By

As the years go by
Our love will slowly grow
It will never die
As long as we have each other

As the years go by
I will ask you to be my wife
A tear will fall from your eye
When you accept my proposal

As the years go by
After what seemed like forever
After we promised each other that we would always try
We will have a child of our own

As the years go by
Our child will grow up and leave our home
I shake his hand or hug her neck while you try not to cry
As he or she drives away in her car

As the years go by
The time will eventually come
Where I will have to die
But I will see you again
As the years go by...


Details | Rhyme | |

Adopted

Born not wanted by parents
left alone without a friend
no one to turn to
what is one's end?

But then a couple really cared
showed that they wanted you
so you were adopted by them
now you were theirs too

In later years in a church
heard the preacher speak of sin
your own personal sin that is
but how Jesus could take you in

He told how Jesus had died
crucified upon a cross of wood
nailed there for all your wrongs
forgive you of them all He would

You only need to repent of your sins
give them up to make Jesus Lord
follow the Lord taking up His cross
learning His word His mighty sword

God then has you adopted
as His chosen special one
now adopted this is true
His love's perfect bar none


Details | Free verse | |

Man

   Tonight I heard a child’s scream	
Floating on a silent cloud	
Could be a dream, but not
A lonely child dies again by the hand of man.
   Yet another cloud drifts in
Dripping the tears of the oppressed 
These tears of nonexistence 
Drift into nothingness.
   I stare in bewilderment, this wondrous sight
As the sky above me fills with the stories of life
Overbearing to be grasped 
The many untold ungodly acts of man.
   How could this come to be
Fiendish humans of natural evils
Be it woman or man 
Or the shared failure in the garden.
   Too many cries I hear
Floating on these passing clouds
A child has died in the arms of his mother
His sister raped by his mother’s lover.
   I wish for the sun in this moment
A ray of hope of sorts
Peace to find me a moment’s grace
Or a hole to hide from man.
   So many little ones dieing
Soaked by the tears of life
An umbrella to cover the ground above
This grave I choose to live.


Details | Free verse | |

I Read The News Today...

I read the news today...
and every word that it displayed,
seem to tumble
          seem to fall
                   blended together
         
         made        head
and            my            sway.


Oh boy...
Some many men had marched one day;
they march for equality and ask to not to be slaved.
Even though they had shown no chains,
they ask to get rid of the cuffs that others gave:

On how they looked
They wouldn't get jobs
On how they talked
Their thoughts must be wrong
Every opportunity, became less and less
Their freedom given long ago, started to regress

I read the news today...
and it had so many words that bled if you said.
                               they 
                                   seemed
                                           to swirl    
                                             inside
                                           my
                                    head.

Oh boy...
A child died; the cause was rape,
her tiny body....she couldn't take.
Her mother cried and yelled out:

DAMN MY HUSBAND! 

What a bastardy fowl
How could she not have stop this from happening?
In her very own house
Her eyes must be wax
A child of just five had to die form such acts

I read the news today oh boy....

How is the day of the lives of everyone else?


Details | Pastoral | |

Child

Child hold on my hands can no longer expand to a distance to be must we both 
pray together and say Gods grace child never once did i complain to the one who 
died for our souls to now be free along with many other children in need who are 
we as a society to complain never said it will always be in our dreams life is not 
all what its crack up to be child we must pray always for a better day of Gods 
grace shell my knees hit the ground my hands are bonded praying for a better 
way for God to say its going to be ok


Details | Quatrain | |

at the altar

what do we bring to sacrifice,
to the altar of our fears
will the fear, itself, suffice
to wipe away these grieving tears

here, a satchel i take in stride
through the machine, my will to cede
and here, too, a bag of my pride
that it turns out, i didn't need

that old man has a video camera
and a young one totes a backpack
can we turn them outta here
for the bravery that i lack

and the child so innocent beside her,
that woman there with righteous shawl,
are mother and child vengeful saboteurs
would a flash of hate burst my wall

do i send my firstborn far away
did the world change to get more hate
is that the price my dread must pay
is that all my fright can relate

when i stand on this serene beach
is evil banished from my sight
is the violent tsunami out of reach
if i waive some liberty, some right

should land's crust pull asunder
and an abyss drop before my feet
would relinquishing fear pull me under
would, then, i go down in defeat

my god, what must i do to appease
when i stand before some conflagration
to vindicate, to assuage, to please
must i change my life's foundation

or can i only fear fear itself
to live as those i remember might want
take life day-to-day from off the shelf
without hate and fear, my dreams to haunt

Armageddon might be without love
but my world today is more than this
i refuse to live life devoid of
love and empathy and a bit of bliss

© Goode Guy 2011-09-08


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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


Details | Quintain (English) | |

Give Up Baby

            Give Up Baby

Child is caught in cross-hairs of divorce
Playing with bricks and rocks about the sand box lot
Courts treat custody as normal policy and procedure 
Dismiss it as nature taking course
And baby suffers from their negligence and force

Dad, no power in his hands, steps in when he is summoned
The choice is simple as can be
He must be hard on himself, give up his humanity
To gain the favor of the courts
And suffer in humility or give up baby

                                                                                          6/26/14 Hard Choices contest


Details | Rhyme | |

A talk with a special friend

I lift my hands up to God above.
I cry out why can't I ever find love.
Why when I believe things are going my way.
That love no matter how hard I try will never stay.
The life I have crumbles around me against my will.
I still believe what will be will.
My answer comes in a quiet but strong tone.
He says"Dear child you are not alone."
You have given your life to me.
This you proclaim for the whole world to see.
So if life seems tougher on you than most.
Know you can handle it because I have filled you with the Holy Ghost.
In my time I will answer your prayer.
My child I will give you someone who will treat your heart with loving care.
Until that time continue to pray.
Ask me to give you strength to make it through each day.
So my hands folded and down on my knees I went.
I thanked God for that special message He just sent.
I knew at that moment what I must do.
So Lord I am turning everything over to you.


Details | Rhyme | |

Unforgotten Child

I felt her movements, I felt her life
In my life then, I had much strife
I loved my little child so deep inside
She would be my joy, my true pride
Then one day I felt her great pain
I knew my life would never be the same
I did not hold her or see her sweet face
My life sas so sad so out of place
Then her breathe ceased to be
I wanted to run I wanted to flee
I wanted her to live and grow
I wanted her God in heaven to know
I wanted her to be like me
Loving flowers, trees and the blue sea
Now in God I seek solace from my sorrow
For I know he promises a better tomorrow
A world without fears
A world without tears
God has helped me to endure
Of this you can be firm and sure
My unforgotten child she will remain
I know that God will my strength sustain






Details | I do not know? | |

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.


Details | Rhyme | |

Wrongfull Imprisonment In The County Jailhouse

Office what do we have here, handcuffed to this big chair?
She looks mighty young, what's her awesome crime?
Got to affix the penalty and the time to the crime...
What did she do, kill her mama and her pa...rob a bank, steal a car?
She looks mighty young, was she carrying a big stick, knife, a gun?
Is she a sniper, dope peddler, a user too - Speak up officer what did she do?
Did she try to do away with you too?  Who called for you to bring her in?

You chased her into the home of her friend and bodily brought her in!
Jay walked!...eleven years old! Gave you some sass - man uncuff that child fast! 
Boy, you have really done it now!  You are in big trouble and so are we - 
Man set that child free  - Office I know you've been told to uphold the law,
But this time I think you done gone too far! 
Lord have mercy!  Stop crying child we are calling your mama right now!


contest entry
True Story


Details | Bio | |

daughter to father

it was always my biggest fear, the thought that if you care.
blind as a child but, now as a young adult i see clear.
you were and still is a mirror image of the father i wanted you to be.
the perfect father like i see on t.v.
at times i look up at the sky and ask God why my father have to lie.
do he treat his other children like he do my sisters and brothers.
a stranger to your family and other children.
how can i love them if we don't know one another.
bills pile up and the landlord threathing to kick us out, father tell me whats that all 
about.
is the same thing on in your household?
because even though mama and you are not marry ya'll still together.
tell me can i come stay with you for awhile until things get better.
i live my life paranoid at the world because at the age nine the devil came by 
surprise and harm your little girl,
force to be a woman in ways i didn't understand. 
where were you when on some Christmas we didn't receive a toy. 
that day i had my first kiss with what i thought was that special boy.
this is a confession from daughter to father in hopes he understand where my 
pain is coming from.
my heart race as i step outside but i know the fear that i have i must hide.
they say the strong only survives.
so in my heart i know i got to live my life as a strong woman then a scare child of 
my past.
sometimes these bad memories take over my mind, take full control.
father hold my hand and help me walk this lonely road.
release these demons hostage in my soul.
daughter to father i love you and i will never ask for to much only that when we fall 
be our clruth.
one day ill love to have you walk down the aial.
help me be the person i need to be.
help me be me.


Details | Free verse | |

My Life Found Meaning Because of God (Too long to read)

My Life Found Meaning Because of God

When I Was An Overprotected Child 

I had the heart of a child.
I thought like a child.
I dreamed like a child.
I did chores like a child.
I had bliss like a child.
I forgave like a child.
I worshiped like a child.
I steadily grew like a child
Until the day came that:
I was no longer a child.

When I Became a Young Woman

My whole world fell apart.
Into many broken pieces lay my heart.
I tried to reassemble what was bitter…tart.
Life was not as sweet as at the start.
Arrows of hatred pierced my soul like darts.
I, disrespected, was the devil’s work of art.
Self-loathing flew off the chart!
Cruel coldness, plucked my joy’s cart.
The bliss that I once knew did depart.
Many choices that I made were not smart.
Trembling and wrecked by blackhearts.
I willfully withdrew my heart, every part.
My soul begged for death God could impart. 
Joys that I knew long before did depart.

…And God Ached When He Saw My Pain.

He knew that my world was not the same.
A big dose of reality enjoyed its fame. 
A mind-wrenching flurry filled my brain.
Constant fear and worry became ingrained.
Naïve choices unexpectedly flamed.
Satan’s most dreadful keys upon me took aim.
Bending understanding was the devil’s game.
Rationalization hit and made its claim.
I could not forgive my own heart of its blame.
My, once pure, wishes were rearranged.
The trepidation of life everyday remained.
Bit by bit, my soul grew dreadfully lame.  

But—

Even though my life seemed to be untamed.
And those who stared secretly mocked my shame.
My soul cried out to God to heal my pain.
And within this lonely holy temple, my frame,
Through prayer and supplication, God, came
Each new day began renewed again and again.

When I Knew That I Was in the Care of my God

I began to feel in my heart the love of God.
I began to dream of eternity with God.
I began to reach for the Kingdom of God.
I began to feel and know the joys of God.
I grew in spirit; I met me, a child of God.
I began to worship the Son of God.
I began to forgive as forgiven by God.
I finally understood the love of God.
I lived no longer in sin, but a child of God.

When I Began to Share My Gifts From God

My soul mate knocked on my front door.
And life became more blissful…evermore.
While together, we do, Our Lord, adore.
                                            Selah


Details | Lyric | |

a helpless child

I'm a helpless child in a grown up place,
It's hard to cope and put a smile on my face.
When I'm scared, nobody understands me,
They just tell me to grow up, stand tall.
But this emotion gets so strong and hurts so bad
I don't know what to do, where to go, or who to call.
I've tried to talk to you more than enough times,
I've tried to look forward, instead of behind.
But these rough times really mess with my head,
these days, so hard to get outta bed
keep making me think "My Destiny I will not find."
It's hard to cope and put a smile on my face,
When I'm a helpless child in a grown up place.


Details | Rhyme | |

My Life

    My life has taken me through many different turns;
    From which each i have slowly learned.

    When I was young, I thought I knew all there was to know;
    Then my life took yet another turnand I felt I lost control.

    As the years went by,  the turns got worse, but still I faced them with a smile;
    I think because the turns were not easily taken, then to live a straight mile.

    My turns in life were not all bad;
    Some were happy and others were sad.

    I slowly learned that life without it's twist and turns;
    Made me ask myself," were there any concerns?"

    Wondering if things I thought I knew;
    I am now finding out that's just not true.

    As time slowly passes, people and places change;
    It's kinda nice, not to have the same ole' view, alittle life rearranged.

    Minus a boyfriend here, a child there, a child here, then a husband there and another child 
would have never taken affect;
   The sudden changes in my life made me curious for what was coming next. 

   As the turns went on, each with a lesson to learn, my knowledge grew;
   I realized there was alot more to life, then what I thought I knew.


Details | Bio | |

I who have tried

Who will cry for the boy who has fallen?
Who will mourn for the child that has died?
Who will smile for I who have tried?

When my brother has fallen, I was there
When a child has died, I have cried.
But will you smile for I who have tried?

Will He ever stop giving and taking?
Will He ever stop the torture?
Will He ever hear me? I who have tried?

I who has tried to keep peace.
I who has tried to keep love.
I, who have tried.


Details | Free verse | |

Child Incubus

         Child Incubus

Wild baby forms in the womb
He has no name or original sin to speak of
Incubation time of the creature will be determined
Doctors treat all unborn humans like tumors
They must be extracted as such
Mother is sedated, removed from the action
C-section, clamp, close and done
Doctor is god at this moment
Mom is an unholy spectator on creation
Screaming, “What is it doctor?!”
It’s an incubus


Details | I do not know? | |

i watch

i watch a mother and a child bond fade away.
i watch a child love for her mother go astray.
i watch a mother choose her man over her child.
i watch a child cry.
i watch a child slowly ready to take her life and die.
i watch a father abandon his child with no remorse.
i watch a child grow up so fast, never knowing what hit her.
i watch a child happiness slip away, now she 's a child fill of pain and hurt.
i watch a child run into the arms of lust.
i watch a child pray and ask god why.
i watch a child slowly hate her dreams.
i watch a child lose her faith and slowly disbelieve in her destiny.
i watch a child cry on my shoulder and confide in me, but there's was nothing i 
could not do


Details | Lyric | |

Why Not Peace

 Why can’t this world just find the  peace and learn to live as one
Why do we have to hurt and hurt for things that only evils done
Look in to the eyes of a child and see what they can see
Why can’t we live in a world where all people are set free
The beauty of a summers day with the smell of flowers near
But we live in a world of hate that’s full of lies and fear
Look at a bird so high in flight with the wind beneath
It’s wings, there’s got to be a way for us to embrace all
Earthly things. we were not put in this world to kill each other off
I wonder how much blood will shed before this fighting stops
Humans that is what we are black yellow red or white
 so what is the Reason for wars that radge all through the day and night
We all were kids not long ago so look into your heart
 would you  Want a child of yours to die in a world all torn apart.	
I believe in a world of  silence , where we all can live in peace and one
Day when the killings done this will all be just a dream.
So look up to the heavens as you lay down your head tonight
And pray for a world that was meant to be of laughter , love and light.


Details | Light Poetry | |

"A Mother's Love"

In my mind, I'm picturing an angel from heaven. Someone who's love is devoted
with the credence to give strength and articulate joy, for each child and mate;
"A mother's love is not measure on the aspect of fate". Love is measure on the size
of the heart, that's why Jesus love is the epitome of mothers angelestic quantities of
what makes her a woman of instinctive morale, whereas her prayers goes a long way
when her child is lost in a world hungry and cold. A mother love is like an operation that
retrieve's your soul. Ask any women how life through the hardship! can she find love, when
pain stalks her daily?. And she tells you, the Lord that I serve when I moan gives me a
spirit of sanity and style, that enable me to have compassion for each one of my child's.
    "A mother's love, without it, her daughter does't learn the source of life domain, endur-
ance that signifies her as a women, that there's always an Angel that watches you when
life and diminutive words has no-shame.
    A mother's love goes with you to prison or wherever there's a need, her Faith is a
commodity that help plants a seed.
In my mind, I'm picturing an angel, ascending like a Dove, offering herself to all the,
"Mother of Love".


Details | Lyric | |

Young Mother

There is emptiness in my heart, I want to be loved unconditionally and true,  
There is no one to hold me or always be here...
 A child of my own will ease my fears, I let myself say...
 A love of my own flesh and blood, a baby of my very own, one who will love me 
No matter what and will be with me always... 
Now this life is growing in my young womb, 
I am only sixteen and reality has set in.... 
So many questions I never had before, worries on my mind more and more.
 I am so all alone, how could this be? 
Where is the father of my child to be? 
No money or home for my child and I to go... 
I am sad and scared and no one evens knows... 
I am his mother, the only way for him to survive,
Now that it's too late I ask myself why?
 A child myself, I break down and cry. 
I was naive and selfish and too young to understand.
My freedom has been stripped from me and my future is gone, 
My baby and I have nothing to rely on...
 So I strive to provide all that he needs as I go without so my baby can eat. 
I am forced to grow up, my hopes and dreams disappeared, my childhood is only 
a memory, I fear...
The love for my child is more than words can say and strong until the end...
But I miss my inner-child, my hopes and dreams, my youth and me...
My only best friend.


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When It's Time

I hear a heartfelt sob deep within my soul,
 It touches me in such a way, yet for why I don't really know
I pondered on the reason why this sound has come to me
As I think of all that had past and worry of what is to be
My mother the earth weeps for all that has been done
She sees all her children's fate, past, present and beyond
I ask the Great Spirit how can one single soul stop all that has been done
He smiles His light on me and says, my child you have only just begun
Your words are read by many who also seek the answer to the question WHY<
You carry the wisdom and heart of all your people who now dwell in the sky
The sobs you hear are your very own
For all those who now have gone
Gone from this world but they memory and spirit live on
Deep in your heart or hearts you know they are always near
Look in your soul my child and that's where I am
Close beside you holding your hand
You still have much to do my child for it still is not the time
But know when your time does come, we will walk together with your hand in 
mine






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Labor of Childhood

Throwaway child abandoned by father
rejected by mother
No place to call home
no food, no safety, no shelter
just work to be done.

Minding the store,
paying the bills, taking care of mother
and little brother.
Child promised her mother,
"I won't let you loose the house."

Sent to school often tired and hungry,
Classmates showed no mercy.
"Say you're a boy! Cry!"
Taunted, battered, tortured;
the child refused to cry.

She sucked all the emotion in,
Vowed to defeat all enemies,
to protect, provide and serve her family
no matter the cost.
Young girl called upon to be a man
always felt male inside.


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My life at hand

A child with no father who has been suffered by losses
Bitten my a bug of anger & attitude that gives him no friends
Causing pain to everyone he touches
Drowning himself in sorrow cause he can never make it in life
Every relationship he has, another heart of his is broken
For every love he had he left and cheated for another.
Gained nothing but regret and lies
Hating his parents because they lied to him
Is he dying inside or is he hallucinating?
Justifying himself as a guy who lossed his virginity to another guy
Keeping his faith of his god above, stay strong in his religion.
Loving every sin fantasy, can he please stop being haunted
Making a choice, make himself happy or his parents & the world.
Never knowing whats right, just doing whats wrong
Opposing ever truth he is told cause he doesn't believe anymore
Paused at the drama what's happening in the world now
Quiting every job, possibility and opportunity
Raised as a child  with one mother, and none to love
Stopped believing he can try ages ago
Taking the bad side of life and eating it like a meal
Using everybody, stealing from everyone, not caring
Varying in the different consequences but doesn't care
Wondering will God forgive me?
Yet he still is turning his life around


Details | I do not know? | |

Chain Of Life

It's hard to believe how life can change;
As you and your love create a chain.

A chain so strong, but fragile in size;
And feeling the love from the one inside.

As it grows from the love we share;
It's hard to believe that a life is there.

So I don't understand how parents can kill;
A child you created, your blood that you spill.

A child so precious, so please be aware;
You can never get it back, so take great care.

So if you think there's no hope one day or night;
Please think twice about taking a life.

To think this action even crosses your mind;
Please get some help, it will all be fine.


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What Is A Mother?

Mothers stay up late when
Their kids can’t sleep..
A mother’s affection
Will always run deep.
 
A mother silently watches
Her child asleep in their bed.
She looks back on her life before she
Was a mother and her soul was dead.
 
How could she have been so lucky
To get this precious angel?
Knowing that if anyone hurts her baby
They are sure to be mangled.
 
A mother’s heart swells with pride 
As her baby takes her first step.
When a child says “ I love you Mommy”,"
It was so emotional she wept.
 
To know that she is a parent 
Is her greatest title.
Hoping that her child will be  
Someone that others will idol.
 
A mother caresses her child’s 
Face when she has been crying.
A mother comforts her child
When her grandmother is dying.
 
A mother hopes she’ll be
As great as her own mother.
She hopes she won’t fail
And be like the others.
 
A mother protects her child when she  
Caught a tennis ball with her face.
And beating her step-son
Was definitely not a waste.
 
A mother sneaks down a phone when 
Her child is unjustly grounded.  
A mother makes damn sure when her
Husband insults her daughter he is fiercely pounded.
 
A mother looks over her mom 
Perming her child’s hair late at night.
She pretends she doesn’t see her 
Hiding so there won’t be a fight.
 
A mother comes to her child’s aid in her
Time of need when her own child is sick.
A mother cries when her father dies at the  
Same time and she is forced to pick.
 
Does she go home and bury her father?
Or does she stay and comfort her child?
The fact that she’s put in this position
Is nothing short of wild.
 
A mother lets her child and her best friend
Plus their kids move back home.
Living eight hours away while her grandson  
Is sick, she might as well have lived in Rome.

A mother comes to visit her sick
Grandson after a hard day’s work.
A mother comforts her daughter
When stress and chaos lurks.
 
A mother loves her children
No matter what the future holds.
Whether it’s life or death or
Runny noses from their colds.
 
A mother loves her daughter
In spite of all the troubles and tattoos.
A mother loves her daughter 
In spite of their difference in views.
 
A mother loves her child
No matter what they do.
The feeling is mutual and
Mother, I really do love you.


Details | I do not know? | |

MY CHILDS EYES

I still can see.....  But why my eyes never move? Still yet to see clearly my vision is 
blurry but to have ever seen through the eyes of a child not to be spoken through 
the face of madness created by your own insanity lost of innocence scolded by 
justice found by beauty and truth through the eyes of my child never touched by or 
spoken to in the face of madness not to be self-centered in there hated and pain 
created and mind blowed by my world created of my own insanity  but all is 
forgiven through the eyes of my child loved by innocence of truth created by the 
purity and beauty of laughter through the heart of a child still to have started 
breathing in to my life and out of my past will be eternally closed but never 
forgotten about, very silent and discreet  but has been and always is heard not to 
be in view or sight but to always hide in the past part of my life , never to be 
ashamed or ever regret but to live for the present and future.... Through the eyes 
of my 
child all is forgiven!!!! MY LOVE MY LIFE MY HEART MY SOUL MY SON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


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Through Another's Eyes

Have you ever taken the time
To see and recognize
The beauty surrounding us
Through another’s eyes?
The rock in the stream
A child may pick up to hold
With a smile upon their face
To them its as special as gold.
The last rose on the bush
Before fall takes its toll
An elderly woman breathing its scent
Calming her soul.
The setting sun dipping in the ocean
The waves still hitting the shore
A surfer watches and grins
His body tired and sore.
A rainbow across the horizon
The colors numerous and bold
A grandpa with a child on his lap
Of luck and gold this story is told.
Take a little time each day
Just a minute to give it a try
Find the beauty in the little things
And see things through another’s eyes.


Details | I do not know? | |

Jaded eyes

As I look at you with jaded eyes 
The child hidden within me silently cries 
So much responsibility you give me 
Knowing it is too much to bare 
And yet when I crumple under it 
You're angry I wasn't right, Wasn't enough 
A child that couldn't carry you 
Even though i tried so hard 
You were too heavy or I was too weak 
Now I'm old and worn 
Yet my life has just begun 
Disney was wrong 
There is no prince to save me 
Not from you 
The damage you have done is permanent 
Time can't heal the wounds 
Yet no matter how much I want to run 
I'm stuck 
No matter how much I want to leave 
I will stay 
To look after an innocent boy 
So I will never see another child with my jaded eyes


Details | Rhyme | |

Love Child

There is nothing that is more comforting
Than holding your child against your chest
To feel their earthly rhythms
To feel their peaceful breath.

To feel the love that only you can have
As a Parent for a Child
It is the Greatest feeling
The Greatest emotion you could ever possess.

I feel that love so deeply
I feel it in my bones
This child was God's greatest gift to me
The most cherished thing I own.


(January 3rd, 2010 Wausau, Wisconsin)

(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved,


Details | Free verse | |

Pain

When the sun goes down, and the breeze freshens, 
when the night fills the sky, I’ll then feel at home,
as I’ve none of my own.
     And I’ll feel as though I belong.
When the moon comes up and lights the night
and the stars dot the heavens, I stare transfixed
     in awe of what I see
     as I silently wish with all my might.
To see the sun rise, not in the morning as all else,
but in my mind or in my heart,
     is what can put me to rest.
In a corner of my mind, where no-one ever sees,
lies a child in fear.
Of the terror of the day,
     and the mysteries of the night.
And as I watch that child grow old and alone,
I wonder why the light never shines in on him.
When the sun brightens the darkest of days
and the moon and stars illuminate the night,
     why must anyone live in the darkness of the
     mind, which no light can reach?
What can block the light,
     what can break the spell,
     what can move this one to freedom?
Why must the fight never leave the mind,
     why must the child grow old?
Why do the stars never twinkle?
     Why do the leaves fall off;
     why does the river taste like tears?
Why does the mind ache and hurt?
     Why does the heart pull up curt:
          Why does my soul feel pain?


Details | I do not know? | |

Don't make your children bare your crucifix.

Don’t make your children bare your crucifix.
Children won’t forget and can’t fix.
Children born in such a big world having to fight,
The only friend they have is a closet where they hide at night.
The day a mother married him a child died.
Memories of a childhood left behind.
An innocence that died inside.
Survivor of abuse passing on what’s defied.

Don’t make your children bare your crucifix.
Children won’t forget and can’t fix.
Children born in such a big world having to fight,
Parents treat your children right.
Don’t beat each other up tonight.
Children shouldn’t live in terror or be a cross-barer.
Don’t turn you children into a lifeless shell
Doomed to live here in hell.
Parents see your children hurt.
Parents see what innocence like that’s worth.

Don’t make your children bare your crucifix.
Children won’t forget and can’t fix.
Children born in such a big world having to fight,
Letting them live should be more than a right.
Jesus bared that crucifix
So our children’s faith wouldn’t inter-mix.
God put his child on the cross
So our children wouldn’t have to feel the cost.
He took the tears and pain
So our children wouldn’t have to sustain.
He loves all little children its true
But that doesn’t mean he loves them for you.
Blessings and gifts you never knew,
Parents you still have a job to do.
So before you give you children a reason to run and hide
Remember why Jesus was the one crucified.


Details | Bio | |

Black Child

When you look at me what do you see
a black man or a black child 
in a world thats wild and at least 90% of the people
wanna be with in crowd, naw not me
I just look and watch don't say a word 
like I ain't gotta mouth I'm always in the streets
like I'm homeless and I ain't gotta house
some say I talk so proper and I look so innocent
you'll never know I been locked up before 
but the last thing society is to a felon is forgiving
if we living to die whats the point of living 
what I'm doing with these lyrics I was born into
poetry & obviously thats a gift giving,
Giving the spirit that if the people don't wanna hear 
the pastor to you they might listen, but who am I kidding
me I'm on a mission most of the time 
I took my mind off love and put money on my mind
I come from where the city where crime is all we know
and naw I don't flow for the show but to tell
stories, proclaimimg that despite all of the hating
yeah the devil wanna nigga, but this black man,
this black child, Gods child is already taken


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My Child

Oh dear Child
Dear Child of Mine
What did I do to deserve thee
What did I do to make you mine?

I look at you in amazement
As you sleep upon my breast
I love you oh so dearly
You are my good, my better, my best.

Sleeping oh so quietly
You have the face of an angel without wings
A peacefulness and a quality
An aura of heaven, not of earth.

Your golden hair frames your childish face
Your lips hold the hint of a smile
Your tiny hands lie clasp in prayer
An innocent gesture not meant to beguile.

I love you more than life itself
Oh ancient child of mine.
I know that you were meant to be
You were meant to be so fine.

Finer than the best of my china
That sits upon the shelf
Finer than all of my jewelry
That I use to adorn myself.

You are my greatest creation
More than anything I could have imagined
I love you more than all the virtues given
I love you more than life itself.

 
Copyright Christine A Kysely November 30, 2010

(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved,


Details | Rhyme | |

The Life Changer

The Life Changer

By Elton Camp

If you enjoy doing just as you please
There’s one who’ll put you ill-at-ease

A person who’ll take a lot of your money
And do things you may not find so funny

Your life will not be your own again
In a test of wills, that one’s sure to win

If you like eating in a super fancy café,
For entertainment, just find another way

Hours of daily work will be demanded
Your duties have been vastly expanded

But it’s a situation of your own making
Of that clear truth, there is no mistaking

All-too-soon, those days will be behind
Don’t fear them, you won’t really mind


Details | Free verse | |

the pusillanimous parent

behind of a supposed strong & mature “adult”
who advertises to others their ability to
“discipline” their child,
lies a great fear stirring,
which comes out in the actions taken to make
that little child submit to their will
from early on---
when rebelled against,
the pusillanimous parent lashes out like a
dictator trying to hold onto a dwindling empire
forcing the young one to do as they are told,
often doing their best not to laugh at what they believe to be
the utter powerlessness of this being 
that they have dragged into this world
without having gained permission to do so---
hiding behind religious babblings
that cheer on those that beat the little one physically or
psychologically
all in the name of feeling powerful,
so that when the “adult” comes home from a day of
being ignored & disrespected in the work place or
cast out in any number of the relationships with other human beings
that they themselves have created as products of their own
choices (so unlike the child they “discipline”),
they can feel as if they still have an iota of control left in their lives---
that they can still mold something into what they want it to be
without it launching a full attack upon
them,
from which they may never fully recover---
and though this may be the way that the “adult” was treated 
when they themselves were developing,
such repetition only increases & prolongs 
the severe cycle of abuse,
whose domino effect of violence & mental obliteration
echoes throughout the rest of society
smashing from hand to hand
with so many acting as if this is a healthy way to treat others
with so many acting as if
this had to be done,
while in reality this “adult” is the biggest coward of them all,
having gotten into more than they bargained for,
having not thought too long before 
producing another human being.


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To be a child again

If only just to go back
to my younger years in life,
Where laughing came so easy
life seemed to have no strife.
Where mud pies tasted almost real
and simple games were fun,
Making chains out of the clover
and enjoying all the sun.
Waking up each day not caring
for the food or clothes we had,
A routine of living life so free
very seldom feeling sad.
Koolaid and some popcorn
chewing bubblegum,
How excited we all used to get
over simply getting some.
In summertime the shoes we wore
were never a concern,
As we hopped around in bare feet
for the roads would sometimes burn.
Playing marbles in a circle
shower baths in the rain,
Oh if only just to go back
to be a child again.
Being in our garden 
as my dad dug up the ground,
I remember digging through the dirt
all those potatoes to be found.
Cracking nuts with hammers
bobby pins, remember them?
It's how we used to eat the nuts
oh, to be a child again.
Going to the park to play
and not just hanging out,
Making use of all the simple things
was what life was all about.
Playing house each day with mom
 she made it seem so real,
While I pretended being grown
as a child did want to feel.
Mom let me help her out at times
with housework she would do,
And little did I know one day
I'd be remembering all this too.
The songs she used to sing to me
so I would fall asleep,
Are buried deep inside my heart
that I'll forever keep.
A shame we have to grow old 
before our life begins,
Oh , if only just to go back
to be a child again.


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Little Girl

Little girl, little girl that was bourn premature
The devil thought the had her, But he didn't know the shocking truth,
She was save and blessed in a special way
That's the reason why, she was born on the 15th of May.

Time has past one month then two
She grew so fast I didn't even have a clue,
Now that her first birthday has come 
Believe me you, this child is not dumb.

Very peculiar child the Bishop said
I know this child is Spirit led,
Now that she has turned two
If you let her, she will pray for you.

When she was born, she was so small
Who would have thought that she'd be so tall,
This child is my whole world
Doesn't matter how old she gets, she'd still be my Little Girl.


Details | I do not know? | |

Gone

You know it's ironic,but it just came to my mind that today was the day I said my 
last goodbye to you,four years you have been gone and I'm ok til it crosses my 
mind than my heart hurts for the one I love,this is the day that her heart stopped 
breathing because you no longer would appear before our eyes,with all that has 
gone on in the last couple of years,before losing you two I felt there was nothing 
that I couldn't handle,because I was alway's looking out  for you two,but now the 
minutes just become hours the hours become days and those turn into month's 
for me and finally years,where as most can stop and sit down and enjoy their 
time with family I feel as if I have to keep going because I don't have that family to 
sit down  on the side and watch the rat race of the world go by,I no longer have 
that warmth of being able to turn to my past and speak with you who knows me 
through the years when no one else did I can share my heart only to find like my 
friendships trying to be  misguided,cautious of those I speak with my heart 
hurts at not having that voice to hear me out,to say I can't lie and say I know what 
your going thru,but I can give you a hug to show that their are arms out there, to 
show you,that all though you maybe alone in the world, the weight does not sit on 
you alone,and when you try to understand people  know this you'll never 
understand people,for all that your mother gave you she tried so hard to protect 
you from all that she was not sure of,so for all that you will face or see learn as 
you move through the world be a student of what comes your way,see what she 
kept you from learning and see why she did  it ,try to be as you alway's have been 
but understand one thing no one will ever understand you,for in so much you 
have grown but in so many way's you are still like a child yourself learning to 
understand why people are not whom they seem to be,sleep my child  for now 
you must rest,the day will be new and the problems will be the same,but know 
that you must alway's remain true to you,be truthful to you and you will have no 
problem being truthful to others.


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accidental observer

had a hankering for praline pecans &
so, as one with a hankering for praline
pecans will do, when the appropriate
funds are available & one has the time
to go praline pecan search, 
off to the grocery he went.

the first store didn’t have exactly what
he wanted & so back in the car & the
search continued, but rather than pop
from store to store, not finding the perfect
can, like Goldilocks & the porridge,
he settled for a bag of some fancy 
black pepper & cranberry pecan 
concoction, which while in reality
were probably better for him, they just
didn’t hit the mark, like the pralines
which he’d envisioned in his head
(and eventually in his stomach), only
a half hour or so before the
black pepper purchase.

rewind to right before he went up to
the register to buy the nuts & you
find him walking down an aisle in
which at the end, only a few paces away,
there stood a little girl, a toddler, pushing
one of those teeny lil’ carts which 
kids are able to push around beside their
parents.

now, her cart was pretty damn full &
the little girl had somehow got it
teetering, so now at this point she is
struggling to keep the cart from completely
falling over & the squealing scream/cry
that only a little girl can muster, starts to
emit from her mouth simultaneously 
with a reddening of the face, which is the
pre-balling cry period that children
seem to have.

our praline-seeker, he sees the child screaming
& ponders the scenario, that if her ran to
help the child, the parent might not 
appreciate a stranger in the midst of their
most precious, while on the other hand,
it’s perfectly possible that she will let the
cart fall over & cause her some kind of
pain---either way, the child is not the
responsibility of the praline-seeker,
so he simply watches the event unfold
as he continues down the aisle in her
direction at a casual walking pace.

within seconds, the father & his even
younger daughter (being dragged by her
arm round the corner of the other aisle)
come to help out the struggling child & 
suddenly her screaming stops, with all
the pre-balling cry reddening 
disappearing, as if nothing had happened---
the father looks up, smiling a stressed
out smile at the praline-seeker and 
gets down to the level of his child, 
brushing hair out of her face &
telling her it’s going to be alright.

as all three of them move on round the
corner to the next aisle, our praline-
seeker stops & decides on the black
pepper & cranberries. 


Details | I do not know? | |

Who would be the one Dedicated to Mom/schitzophrenia

A child is born one October day
Her eyes so bright they'll light her way
The plan's in place for what might come
Who would be the one?

At first it seems all is serene
A child who's heart is always clean
Plans are in place for what will come
Who would be the one?

Who would be the one to hear and see what really is not there
To stumble in the darkness with confusion and de spare

To want to change from inside out
And find someone to care about
Who would be the one?

As years go by She'll wait her time
For she knows peace is near
To draw the strength from where she can
And to hold to things so dear

A child is born one October day
Now, who would be the one?


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

IT'S TIME TO GIVE BIRTH

when you think of a woman giving birth your first thought is the labor pains
the struggle a woman endures so that mankind will forever remain
but in the spiritual realm giving birth is not just a woman's role
it involves every human being for it's about the evolution of one's soul
it consists of first perceiving the gifts and blessings that God has for you
then it's about letting go of the fears, the sins and those issues you need to work through

in the book of Jeremiah God made a statement that was bold and strong
He said He knew of us in the womb before any of us were born
He set each of us apart and gave us each an anointing
He made a promise to each of us and gave us all an appointing
we all have a purpose to fulfill and a task He desires we perform
we're all here for a reason and that's why we were born
but in order for your Godly gifts to manifest
the labor pains of spiritual birth you must address
and in order for you to spiritually grow
the seeds of God's wisdom you must now sow

it's time for you to give birth 
to discern your purpose here on earth
don't be in such a hurry as a fetus needs time to formulate
for the gestation period is the time to sit back and wait
you want the baby to develop completely and fully
and not run the risk of having any birth deficiencies
and once that child is born be mindful of the things that it ingests
give it the bread of life to eat and the living water to quench its thirst
then train it up in the ways of God and tell it about Jesus the Christ
and that child will never stray far from the Christian life

it's time to give birth to be reborn and be renewed
it's time to give birth to the spirit of God that now dwells in you
there will be some sacrifice, some concessions and surely some pain
but you have to walk through the fire in order to remove those sinful stains
as a new babe in Christ have no fear, don't be weak and fold up your tent
God has so much in store for you, His blessings, gifts and presence
it's time to give birth by stirring up those Godly gifts that are inside of you
it's time to give life to the things that God has pre-destined for you to do


Details | Lyric | |

A Child Alone

Nightlights of belief
A bloo