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Details | Free verse | |

Where The Sycamore Grew

The house seemed smaller, now seen with older eyes...
The street seemed narrower, the trees taller..
Where once were open fields across the road
New construction had bloomed
The small fruit orchard had disappeared

But somehow we knew it would still be there....
Strangely different, ...yet much the same

There was an unfamiliar young child's tricycle
On the flagstone path that we laid...
In front of this little house that lies
Beyond the curve, where the old sycamore grew...

Suddenly, thirty years faded into that autumn day
And quickly had become a springtime of our lives..... 
...of first Christmas trees,..of first anniversaries...
            ...a place where I cried night after night when mother died...
                       ...and spent long, starry nights holding newborn babes....
Yes....it is all still there, in the little yellow house

Funny, but I'm glad they kept the yellow...
It has the same white shutters...
The little yellow house, with a flagstone pathway that we laid
That sits beyond the curve, where the old sycamore grew...


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Details | Cowboy | |

Hard Times

When hard times come they sit a spell, Like kin folk come to stay A-packin' troubles, pets an' kids That always get ‘n your way. It's drought an' flood, an' flood an' drought, There ain't much in-between. You work like hell to make ’em good, But still they’re sorta lean. The ranch went under late last year, The drought got mighty tough. The boss held-out a long, long time, But finally said, "enough!" So here I am dispatchin’ cops An’ watchin’ felons sleep, In Junction, at the county jail, A job I’ll prob’ly keep. The wife, she works at Leisure Lodge, Where older people stay, A-makin’ beds an’ moppin’ floors To earn some ‘extra’ pay. Though “extra pay‘s” the term I used, It goes to payin’ rent, An’ after all the bills are paid, We wonder where it went. We hocked my saddle, guns an' chaps, An' then our weddin' rings; Then when we couldn't pay the loan, They sold the 'dad-blamed' things. We felt real bad a day or two But then we let it go, Cause it got Christmas for the kids When money got real slow. When hard times come they sit a spell, Don't matter who you are; They'll cost ya things you've set aside, An' clean your cookie jar. You'll loose some sleep an' worry some, Won't pay to moan an' groan; But hang on to your happiness, They'll finally leave ya 'lone.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

She read me Dr Seuss

6:35 A.M.

Sunrise against my neck
that no cheap tan booth could ever match.

I ring the doorbell in anticipation of joy’s injection.

I needed it.

Because I left my cell phone in the car,
as I didn’t want to hear any chimed email
or text annoyances.

And the car just got cleaned,
only for the birds to have their way
on its waxy shine.

Bastards!

Time to grab the flamethrower from my trunk!

But, before I could scream in Braveheart declaration,
there she was.

Her 6 yr old smile,
made of 1/4 inch gaps between innocence enamel,
captured me like no other could.

“Tio”, she preached in angelica sonata.

As she held me,
held me,
with puppy love warmth.

Even the rainbows fell to its knees.

She took off my jacket with ferret-like perkiness and
asked me to sit on the floor with her.

But, not before offering to toast me some Eggo waffles
with a big glass of Ovaltine…
…in her Little Mermaid glass,
proudly made in North Korea.

It even had the dictator’s initials and a bucktooth smiley face stamp, signed in glitter
that said:
“Kid-safe”.

Thank God I just took my online course in Child Safety.
I was ready!

As I sip on Little Mermaid’s curves,
shaped in plastic, swirly straw weirdness,
a sound blasts off from a Barbie radio.

My 2 yr old angel galloped into this heart of mine,
with Tinnitus piercing scream & laughter,
tackling me in Incredible Hulk lunge.

“Hi Tio”, she whispered, before she hopped back upstairs, 
Ninja Turtle-style,
laughing maniacally with rapid head tilts, left to right to left.

Boys will fear her. 
And I couldn’t be more proud.

After two moments of silence, 
my 6 yr old angel places her Dr. Seuss book on my lap,
as she sits in front of me.

“I can r-r-read
with my eye-s
shut.”

She carefully completed the sentence,
as my eyes instantly fill with leaky pride
and an ingrained smile.

10 minutes later, she shut her book and asked me how she did.
“I am so proud of you my angel.”
“You have come so far.”

I had to hold back tears because I didn’t want to throw her off.
Yet I think she knew,
because she kept her head down and smiled with gentle starburst.

Mission accomplished.

And it was then where I heard her say,
“Those who matter don’t mind,
those who mind don’t matter.”

But she was quiet, looking at me with tilted head & smile.

For it was my inner child, 
speaking
clear.

© Drake J. Eszes


Details | Rhyme | |

Letting Go

Their lives begin, that special day
Your hardest job, is on the way.
Walking and pacing, all night long
Knowing that one day, they’ll be strong.

Watching them crawl, then walk and run
Treasure each moment, share their fun.
They grow so fast, enjoy each day
For sometime soon, they’ll move away.

Years of school, sometimes they will drag
We’re filled with pride, we parents brag.
Teaching our kids, always be kind
Lasting friendships, many will find.

Do as I say, not as I do
We all have said, our parents too.
The truth comes out, don’t cheat or lie
Don’t try and skimp, to just get by.

Take the right path, we try to guide
Sometimes they don’t, we let it slide.
Knowing they must, find their own way
Life is tough, on track they must stay.

Bumps in the road, many will hit
We as parents, just have to sit.
Learn from mistakes, it takes its’ toll
Their independence, that’s our goal.

The hardest part, is yet to come
When high school years, are said and done.
We’ve done our jobs, as best we could
We must let go, or so we should.

Give them their wings, and let them fly
As we sit back, and often cry.
Turning the page, is hard to do
Wondering if, they listened to you.

Reach for the stars, follow your dreams
It takes time, forever it seems.
Your heart will break, can’t let it show
It’s so difficult, letting go.


Details | Free verse | |

Like a Rock

I carry my mother 
like a rock in my pocket 

that I just can’t seem to throw away 

It serves me 
no purpose, 
it just weighs me down 

~~~
 
When I first found it, 
when I first picked it up 
and started carrying it with me, 

I thought it so beautiful – 
I could look at it for hours 

But, like my mother, 
it never looked back at me, 
never grew warm under my loving gaze 

For the longest, I was blind to that, 
Blind to anything but the beauty, 
blind to the cold, hard, 
beyond-remote nature of the rock,
of my mother,
my stone

~~~

I carry my mother,
a thought without weight

And she’s heavier

and she’s colder

than all the stones
there are

~~~
 
By the time I recognized her 
immutable, emotional unavailability, 
I had run out of joy,
felt depleted of hope –

But I could not,
for the life of me,
stop seeking a beauty, a warmth,
inside her heart

Could not stop
wishing
that one day this stone,
my mother,
deep inside my pocket,

Might just become
its own opposite –

Change from hard to fluid,
from cold to warm

But my rock, my hard burden,
will only turn to water

When my mother
stops being
a stone


Details | Free verse | |

Forty Today

Visited you today
as the sun set in the horizon…

the orange tinged carnations 
were a perfect complement 
for the skies
and for you… 
orange and blue
always remind me of you

the winds softly blew
and I just sat there
staring at the grass,
well more at your name really…

hardly believing
what I am looking at, 
that it’s been seven years

of missing you,
of just putting that reality
at the back of my mind…

But there are days,
such as today
which make me 
confront that reality—

I see your smile,
remember your laughter
celebrate your spirit
and your love

Tears, I tell you I have
the most stubborn tears
maybe because they 
make it so real for me?

I look around me
and look for that sign

Nope, not there…

I say a prayer
and speak to you
thankful for the life shared

I kiss the date that you were born

and walk away

my reflection on the car window
misty

One last look around,

and then I see it…

a cat, as we drive away…

Skies now streaked purple and pink


**My brother would have been 40 today, May 6…


Details | Free verse | |

Hard Work

Laughter drifts through the house, ....it has been such a while
Debate filters in, from the kids in the kitchen
The rafters are rattled with two strong opinions
Girls against boys, with opposing positions
I've watched them shuffle their cards and argue who won,
They seem to be lost, in the light masquerade,
of bittersweet happiness that is dim from the gray

Dipping their chips into onion laced cream
smacking their lips, and drinking their cokes
They are betting a few of the red plastic discs,
that will ante' this round 

...I listen, and smile, it's a beautiful sound, ...
   So long overdue,.......
                     we are embracing the mood... and it is time that we do....

Now a new game ensues.....
Monopoly, perhaps? Or charades, they will play
Whatever it is, ........ let it fill up the day
                                Let it take them away,....away from the gray

I let up the shade
to watch the evening come in,  bringing umber and rust,
as earth swallows dusk, which is fading away

From the living room window, I am hoping to see 
geese flying back to their warm winter homes
All nature seems normal, routine, once again

Winter is coming and a new year begins
How will it be now, this journey, untried,?
As we move on, wearing smiles, wearing grief on our sleeves
Smiles, for awhile, hiding anguish, and pride

Cold days are arriving......and there is talk on the hill 
where tall pine trees are whispering, 
reminding the creek, and the ash trees are shedding
and katydids will not call out condolences in the dark

Soon enough, when the lark sings,  wet grass will need tending
stacks of shutters will need painting,
and snow will yet need to be pushed aside

How will they cope..?
He's not here to do it...but somehow we hope
they will wade their way through it..

But for now , at a kitchen table
for these brief moments, they are able
to laugh, argue, and have fun...
                       Someone shouts out,  "I won!"..

Joy is hard work...but it needs to be done 




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Details | Carpe Diem | |

I must Carpe Diem

I used to live life full of dreams 
Planning, for many years to come.
Where I will be, when I will go,
A future that was filled with fun.

Till the day my life was shattered.
Till the day when the hammer struck.
All my dreams now torn asunder 
Nowhere to hide, nowhere to duck.

I stood my battles, fought the fight 
We gathered and said our goodbyes,
Yet through all of your brave faces,
I could still hear the silent cries.

Last Will and Testament written,
Everything important was said,
“I love you,” still that magic word,
I’d sleep in peace tucked in my bed.

Then something magical happened,
I came back from places of dread.
Now more a part of the living,
Each day I get stronger instead.

Now I know what’s most important
Enjoy precious moments each day,
Learned not to live for tomorrows
That just might not come anyway.

I enjoy each sip of coffee,
Watching leaves turn colours and fly,
Kisses from my sweet little dog,
Every time I see a blue sky.

The music of my Children’s voices,
Love of family never ends,
Carpe Diem, just seize the day,
That is my new motto my friends.


Written 10.25.2014
For Regina Riddle’s Contest 
Seize the Moment (Carpe Diem)
5th

James 5:15
And the prayer offered in faith will make the sick person well; the Lord will raise them up.

Living for the moment makes everything more special.


Details | Free verse | |

Things That Seemed Poetic

Things that seemed poetic were always sad,
though I yearned for sparkle
and my dad's guffaw, which never came.
Familiar things were always drear --
repeated motions in the same old game.
There were only distant glimpses
of budding spring, fleeting views
of daffodils. The strongest
poems dealt me death and dying.
Yet I always hoped, never went under
to gray despair, always dreaming
of a garden of love that we could share.
But those forbidden delights faded
quickly away; the only reality
I understand is the ever-looming
and final one. Nothing's changed.
The strongest poems deal death and dying.


Details | Free verse | |

The Woman

See the woman.

See the face behind its age.
See the beauty of her form.
See the way her way becomes her.
See past her once taught skin, as it was 
when it enflamed many a man.

See the way she holds her head;
the tilt of her neck, the ease
of her being.
See the strength that binds her jaw,
unrelenting in its flex.

See her hurt displayed, as shadows
fall like night upon the earth,
eager for rest and resolution -
retribution,
for the one she could not save.

See her darkness. See it very well.
See it shatter like glass, glinting,
when she giggles like a girl.
See her shine.
As the shades of dark days rise,

See the years that grace her eyes,
like rays of her own sun
exponentially shining forth.
See forgiveness in her patient hands
as they weave memories with a touch.

See the breadth of her breasts,
unapologetic,
for they have quenched her children’s hunger,
soothed their frantic cries,
and became the safe haven for her beloved.

See her empty, scarred abdomen –
round and perfect in its imperfections,
once holding the essence of all things;
carrying creation within –
see the divine home of God.

See the innocent baby,
the impetuous youth,
the voluptuous woman,
the devoted wife,
the selfless mother.

See the wisdom of the grandmother –
the epitome of every moment lived
for someone else, and the realization 
of the circle.
Hear the acceptance in her sigh.
See the gifts she has given –

see the woman!
See the goddess!
The beginning and the end!
See the infinite that bares the name,
Woman!

See her for all that she is and isn’t.
Smell her scent and know you are home.
Taste the strength of her words on your tongue.
Hear her experiences like your own.
To touch her soul is to touch perpetuity!

See her face in your mirror.

See the tears that fall proudly
upon the woman you’ve become,
and hope yet to become
                          in time;

when you have lived through all that has been 
set before you –
tasted each woman’s tears as if they were your own.
When you enter that perfect union,
timeless ancestry;
when you become,
when you come
full circle;

you will see yourself in all things, 
and your journey, will see you back

home.



*Reposted for Chris's Get Your Rebel On, Contest! This was written with my Beautiful 
Grandmother in mind. She saved my life in more ways than one. love you, Gran. This one's 
for you. (and every woman, and woman lover, here)


Details | Rhyme | |

His Background

This enlisted soul
At eighteen years old
Barely a man
Not even street wise told

From the proms, to the camp
He kits out tomorrow
His future he stamps
Never knowing bloodied sorrow

In just under a year
He's older and wiser
To a theatre so different
Says his military adviser

Overseas he heads
Thoughts of back home
What goes through his mind
In eighteen years old roam

Where could he have been
In so short a time
Colouring books
Making joining words rhyme

As he looks to his background
What does he see
An eagle soaring
In the land of the free

The statue of liberty
And the bill of rights
With the thirteen stripes
And the stars to delight

He is just a boy
In grown up clothes
Another one lost
To a cause we will loathe




http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-4.php


Details | Rhyme | |

UNSELFISH LOVE

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Free verse | |

Interwoven

Place your head on my shoulder,
let it stay there
and we'll just breathe
together
in
...and... out

Inhale positivity,
exhale negativity-

Pluck the sadness from the air,
unravel that ball of worry...
We'll find that knot
that started it all,
untangle it, 
and wave ribbons 
in the air

We'll let those colors swirl
around each other,
we'll blend them...
then weave them

into a tapestry

that comforts us 
in the end

Doesn't matter 
at all
if it turns out
 too short

Our lives
are full of tangles
anyway,
a lot of thread
out there...

So place your hand in mine,
let it stay there,
and we'll weave
together
...in
...and... out...






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Details | Alliteration | |

Around the corner

Around the corner (20141010)

What’s around the corner?
What’s just beyond our view,
For the soldier and the foreigner,
What’s ahead for me and you?
Two terribly tired turtles
Which wearily weathered wars,
Survived cyclical separations, 
Regretfully raised rebellious rascals.
Seemingly securely safe-shelled,
Ironically intently imagining inside
Future failures, follies, fallouts
Won’t waste, wreck, wipe-out their world.
Keeping cool.  Keeping calm.  Keep continuing!
Blindly burroughing.  Blindly blustering, believing
Learning lingers, life lingers, love lingers.
For the soldier and the foreigner,
What’s ahead for me and you? 
What’s around the corner?
What’s just beyond our view?


Details | Quatern | |

Memories on Branches

Memories on branches live on and on - multiplying since the world’s first dawn. Fresh and beautiful in spring are we - buds that blossom on our family tree. We all need a place to build upon. Memories on branches will still live on even though - like summer birds - one day we may leave our nest and fly away. Busy we may be, but in the fall, we’ll look back and tenderly recall memories on branches have still lived on - bright like leaves that decorate our lawn. Winter’s snow covers us as we grow frail. Yet through our posterity, we know well what we’ve lived through never will be gone. Memories on branches live on and on.


Details | Tanka | |

LOVE, ANGELS, and MUSIC

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


Details | Limerick | |

Princess Needs A New Car

Princess just wants a new car.
I have told her that hers will go far.
'Oh, it's really not cool
driving this crap to school.'
'Do I need that emotional scar? '

'The kids will all laugh at the rust.
When we race, I'll be left in the dust! 
I will save up some cash
then we'll make a mad dash
to the car dealer surely you trust'.

'He will make us a wonderful deal
and I'm sure you will know how I feel.
I will love you so much, 
My siblings... I won't touch.
Just get me behind a new wheel'! 

Now she'll be cruisin in style.
She'll be happy for only awhile.
There will always be better
and we'll try hard to get her
a car that will make princess smile.


Details | Free verse | |

Wounded

Come and gone like small twister like the cloud of debris he’s left. Echoes of Charlie Brown’s buddy Pigpen blow through the cobwebs in memory. Left over coffee cups replacing Transformers still dumped in the attic. Reams of knarley skateboards, wheel-less, lay in piles like so much unburnable refuse. The obligatory hugs and peck, over and done the never paid chauffeur collapses… Ah, to have him always near, So, each kiss was not quite so dear. The last fair maid on parade has wandered across the home front, wondering about her predecessor, still tacked with magnets to the fridge, still part of my heart and his… Sons…they say, do not cause such angst. Couldn’t prove it by this mother. This maternal blimp of unused helium was not permitted a girl child. One did come and fleetingly leave before formed. We’ll never know the sweetness of her. Let the image of his manly self disperse, this son.. into the mist as his Father’s has… to be remembered again, only in times of need, his need, for to do anything else, would be to rub salt in an open wound.
Poet: D. Guzzi *the day after Christmas


Details | Narrative | |

Birth, in a Quiet Room

“Well,” She asked; her eyes wide. Beads of hot sweat glistening on her brow like miniature 
crystal suns. Her angst was palpable. “What is it!”
     The air was still. There were no words. Just the sound of bodies breathing in – and 
holding.
     “Congratulations.” He held out his arms, handing the mother, her baby, “You have a son.”
     The moment shone like glass in the center of the heavens – pure and eternal.
     It was redemption from every wrong thing she’d ever done. 
     It was the shining eyes of God smiling onto her exhausted face; lighting it with hope.    
     It was the only place there was – the only time, the only space. 
     It was the only feeling that existed. 
     They were the only two incarnate souls in the room; on the planet, and in the universe.
     This was her child –
     her son.
     And she was his mother.

     (there are no words for such things. suddenly, I feel like an intruder. there are too many 
eyes, words and moments here. so it is here, I take my leave; leaving this mother and the 
only soul in her universe to their perfect moment. they will have many more moments in this 
lifetime; but none as sacred, as human, or as eternal as the first look from life to life; 
mother to child; heaven to earth, as the very first. None.)
     
“It’s a boy.” she whispered. Her throat a crumbling tunnel; stunned, but not really. Like 
she’d known it all along. “My baby boy…” She smiled into his ancient, brand-new face; 
tracing his delicate cheek with the back of her finger. “He’s perfect.” 
     She ran her palm along the bottom of his soft, miraculous foot, and laughed. “Look at 
your feet – they’re huge!”
     And as she wiped the tears with the heel of her shaking hand – smearing what was left of 
her mascara - she looked in to his, as close to heaven as one can get, eyes, and said, “Hi.
I’m your mama.” He smiled at her. He knew. He’d known it all along. “And I’ll love you 
forever…”
     The world closed its shades then. Leaving the sacred to its history; the moment to 
eternity; and their universe to its quiet, little room.
     


*Inspired by Deborah's, You Must Have Been A Beautiful Baby, contest; and every mother 
who has graced this sacred room.


Details | Narrative | |

My White Lace Tablecloth

I washed my white lace tablecloth and hung it out to dry
The bleach did the best it could-it was worth the try
'Though no one else can see, the stain still remains
As old as time itself 
Stubborn as mildew rot

One false step, one careless word forever etched in time
Travels the universe, endlessly
In search of a place to rest  
What would I not give to reverse that step
To retrieve that hateful word

Tread lightly in your daily walk, o'er hills and valleys in between
Plot well your steps and weigh your words
So you'll have nothing to regret, like the
Unkind words carved deeply upon your heart
I wash my white lace tablecloth again, again and again!
~*~
10/09/2007


Details | Rhyme | |

The Best Mistake

You made the mistake and now,
your afraid to face this day. 

Your thoughts are racing through 
and through.

You wonder if your family looks at
you as a disgrace, but you'er mother
takes you and reasures, your very 
much loved in grace.

Even though your much to young
for this breathing little thing this
has become.

You couldn't just throw it out
like it was a peice of trash.

So you grow up and take the
path that led you to your best
mistake for years to come.


Details | Quatrain | |

12,045 Days ......(and counting)

My affirmation deceitfully severed
forever robbed by selfishness
Left to tackle life alone 
Tumbling in the wake of my dad's mess

He left when I was three 
The crevasse has increased for 33 years
Traded his life with us 
For another woman and a couple of beers

He wasn't there to pick me up
When I fell off of my bike 
To teach me how to fish 
Or enjoy a nature hike

Now I'm a father to my son 
Hoping not to make the same mistake
Living day to day on this lake of life
My son in tow through my own wake

It's been nine years and we're going strong 
Six more years with my son
That's more with him than I had with mine 
My son I guard in a web I've spun

A web of love, discipline, and nurture
Full of "I love you's" and "see ya in the morning"
A kiss before school and one before bed
Lots of playing, talking, reading, and singing

My son doesn't know the pain I feel 
To not know my dad in intimate ways
No hands to comfort me or words to heal
No dad in sight for 12,045 days.............................(and counting) 






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My son and I have a great relationship and for this I am thankful......


Details | Rhyme | |

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


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Grandpa's Study

The room is still,
Quiet but for wind and rain
Making music on the windows.
Empty but for endless shelves
Of leather-bound volumes -
The first editions you loved so much.
The desk is weathered, coated
In a film of dust.
The chair is old and worn,
Tucked in just where you left it.
I can almost hear it creak
Under your weight,
Hear you whistle in that absent way.
I can almost see you there,
Hunched over creased pages,
Reading Keats or Blake.
I can almost smell that familiar scent
Of fresh soap and musty books,
Of spices and cigar smoke.


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The Dog Days of Summer

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Written for john's Summer contest.


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What We Had Was Only a Tale

Here’s to a love that never existed!
And to the departing you insisted,
Let me give in to all I’ve resisted
It is true through our frivolous trail
Our lives were but a tale;
Though if I hadn’t thought of it
Pure hearts indefinite,
Not mattering even then,
Would I ever believe again?
We never win, we never fail
For what we had was only a tale

I’m lost within a dream never dreamt
Inside a slumber never slept,
And I caress the intricate design
Of the world I can never find
How vast! Yet still it is dying
Fading into the nadirs’ binding
As I fill the world with crying—always crying! 
Oh world! Can I ever bring myself to hold 
The warm nothing growing cold? 
Oh world! Can I not take away
The love I gave with my will today?
We never win, we never fail
For what we had was only a tale 


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Color Me A Father

                   

A child with a crayon can color an imaginary world,
With dolls of mommies, daddies, boys and girls,
Full of horses, cowboys, cars and trains,
Can scratch them out and draw them all again,
Color me a rainbow with a pot of gold,
Color me a fairy with ribbons and bows,
Paint my face, a bright yellow sun,
In a green grassy field where a blue river runs,
With mountains and  trees set in a colorful scene,
Monkey bars, teeter-totters, an old tire swing,
Color my face with a bright happy smile,
In a wonderful world, if only for awhile,
I can pretend my life is happy and gay,
Not worry about the mean stuff, just for the day,
Not worry about what I will eat, or where I will sleep,
Or the cockroaches and rats that make me creep,
Color me a family with brothers and sisters,
Color me a man to call Daddy, not Mister,
Color my mom in a bright yellow dress,
Stretched in a hammock under a tree with a nest,
In the yard of the house, we can call our own,
With neighbors on each side of our lovely home,
Color my dreams carefree and wild,
Color my life always as a child,
Color me a father, color me a Dad,
Color me the life that I never had. 
Color me a garden with fruits of all kinds, 
Apples, pears with grapes on the vine, 
Color me a crayon that’s really a crayon,
Not this old sharpened pencil that I just found,
To draw my picture on this brown paper bag,
That was once filled with gin and Ole’ Granddad,
Now, Dream me a dream…Once upon a time,
 I had a real father that I can call mine!


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Morning Dew Glistens in Anticipation

Morning Dew Glistens in Anticipation

Glistening of gentle morning dew
soft breeze flowing sweetly along
Thoughts again of life and you
melodies that play a mental song

Trees wrapping this beautiful morn
joyful thoughts now so newly born
Sky filters down its sunlit rays
birds chirp all about on such days

My joy lost has now been found
as the natural world spins  around
Life takes on a sheen of the new
Again my happy thoughts turn to you

Our lives joined, paths forever hold
this deep love that makes us both so bold! 

Robert J. Lindley  09-24-2014

note: Took a Nature hike today. Saw God's beauty all around. 
Very soon I found myself thinking ,yes, that my life came around 
when my wife married me. As if a Spring shower had soothed the 
parched ground. Giving nourishment for the seeds of bliss
to sprout on up and grow.
God, Nature's glow, my wife's love and beauty , our son's 
smiles today made this world turn from bleak and cold to
sunshine and a slice Of heaven. Thank God for Nature's 
beauty and its sweet inspirations.
My brother-in-law David was sent home to die tonight. They can do no more , the cancer will end his life, most likely in the next few days...
I couldn't go there tonight. The helpless feeling slays me so!
I hope to have the courage to go tomorrow morn...


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Little Yellow Socks

* Written for my daughter, who really does have a precious pair of Little Yellow Socks.

Little Yellow Socks
       by Amy Swanson  12/5/2008

Little yellow socks
running down the hall
"Slow down with those socks on,"
I'd yell... too late, the fall!

Little yellow socks
padding softly late at night
climbing up into my lap
one more hug, out goes the light.

Little yellow socks
follow me with squeals of laughter;
Oh how she loves to run in them,
Begging me to come chase after!

Little yellow socks...
now not being worn a lot.
My little girl is growing up,
No longer just a tot.

Little yellow socks
will be cast aside someday
I must guard these precious moments;
in my heart, they'll safely stay.


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Don't Let Right Become Wrong

 

She is always right and he is never wrong,
Neither willing to concede and the anger rolls right along.
Finding each others faults as they fuel this awful flame,
Both claiming victory when neither will accept the blame.

With clinched jaws and fingers pointing,
Their words so damning, so hurtful, and so taunting.
Then it reaches its fiery crescendo,
Then neither one knows what to do or how to let go.

What had happened, it wasn’t always like this,
They used to hold hands and share a frequent kiss.
Then something bad happened, almost overnight,
Seems now they cannot speak to each other without it turning into a fight.

Little things started escalating and devouring their heart,
With no common grounds for reasoning maybe it would be best if they should part.
She said I’ll take our children and go stay for awhile with mom and dad,
Then it finally hit him he was about to lose the best thing he ever had.

It finally happened like someone turned on a light,
He said I’ve been a fool and I never again want us to fight.
He said I had a vision of living in this cold dark and lonely home alone.
And I didn’t like the picture, you’re the only love I’ve ever known.

Now they both got refocused and once more it is a home filled with love,
And now neither will let a push become a shove.


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Unshed Tears

Slice me with your tongue,
Razor blade wounds,
To suck out all my poisens,
Sweet lonely lullaby,
Accusing eyes of sadism,
Picture perfect prodegy, 
My Deadly Sin,
A bitter taste of arson,
Burning in my vital organ,
Your the pyre that burns away my mortality,
A sip of tea made from Lilly of the Valley,
A shadow of Death stalking,
With odd angel like wings,
A Numbing kiss like Drowning in Morphine,
My Oblivion,
Sweet arms to rest in till my vision no longer holds,
Eyes neither like Hell nor Heaven,
Cocain Addiction,
That Drip of Drugs into your system,
Intoxicated blood stream,
I'd rather not dream,
And instead get lost within - Your paralysing,
Your Paralysing, Brain lapse,
Your moving too fast,
Stay slow and dreamy,
Dancing silhoutte,
Like a burning forest fire,
Pain throughout my veins,
Ravishing and Beautiful,
A voice torn from my throat,
Dying joyfully,
With my last sight of you. . .


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Forgotten Times

Momma's in the kitchen frying chicken
Daddy's got the game on the old TV
Two brother's playing and fighting in the parlor
It's just the way things used to be

Momma stayed home and raised us kids
Never had much except love if I recall
Daddy worked everyday but Sunday
Then again, I guess we had it all

We got our clothes from people up the street
Their kids were older and always well dressed
They would send a box down once or twice a year
And we'd thank God, we were so blessed

Shared a bicycle between five brothers
Had all we needed and so much more
Never saw a government check until we enlisted
I guess they forgot to tell us we were poor

Lived in an alley full of kids
Second house in a row of seven
Learned to work for whatever we wanted
This was our little piece of heaven

No one stole from one another
Respected all and what they worked for
Slept like a baby, three to a room
Never bothered locking a door

We have so much now it's mind boggling
In a way I guess we lost our senses
Corrupted with greed, we became reclusive
Instead of bridges, we built fences

Return with me to those forgotten times
When we treated our neighbor just like a brother
Never got judged by the way we dressed
And people cared about one another

Remember Jackie Gleason and the Honeymooners
Lawrence Welk on a Saturday night
Breyer's ice cream from the corner store
Lassie and Dragnet in black and white

Uncle Miltie and Bishop Sheen
Robin Hood starring Richard Greene
Superman and a matinee
With Dinah Shore, see the USA

Riding grassy hills in a cardboard box
Taking little brother for long summer walks
Forgotten times spent with a friend
Times we thought would never end

A life full of riches doing all that we could
A life full of struggles, even the bad times were good
Somewhere in the distance a lone church bell chimes
While I close my eyes and dream of forgotten times.


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If Loving You Were Easy

If loving you were easy
I'd love you like I should.
I've opened up my heart to you
and tried as best I could.
I don't expect reassurance.
I know some think I'm cold.
I needed your love when I was young.
But now I'm just too old.
I've lived without your guidance.
I've lived without your hugs.
I'm sure you don't remember
a time without your drugs.
You chose the life you're living.
I wished you all the best.
Now it's time to say goodbye
and lay this thing to rest.
If loving you were easy,
I'd love you like I should.
I've opened up my heart to you
and tried as best I could.


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Karma

Karma was my best friend...
Until I fell for her deceitfulness...
She always had my back when others would try to harm me...
I would laugh at her and the way she would play with others emotions...
Not knowing that I would fall as one of her victims...
See Karma is mysterious...
I guess that's why she is perfered as a female dog...
She has no feelings...
That's why she always wins her battles...
Me and her never see eye to eye now...
I guess we're to much alike...
I also have no feelings...
Some may say that's impossible, being a human with no feelings...
Possible...
See,  My mother is Sorrow...
My girlfriend is Pain...
My enemy is Fear, I have none...
I came in the world naked...
So Karma can't take anything from me that is rightfully mine...
So when I leave this Earthly Hell...
I will leave, knowing that I have won the battle that no one else has ever 
Concorde...


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The Rare Moment

The Rare Moment



Sitting here enjoying the hard cascading rain
streams pouring down the very clear window pane

Thoughts streaming around the light in my head
still groggy a bit from a late rise from my bed

Awaiting the hot coffee that will singe my brain
like that sweet victory over hurt, a precious pain

Sitting here enjoying this most precious morn
so very happily pleased my wonderful son was born!

Robert J. Lindley, 06-28-2014

Don't you just love it when life says, " hey life is good,
 enjoy your gifts and give thanks" ?
When that happens so often we just soak in the moment but 
this time I interrupted mine to offer a short write....


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Its Raining...

                          Its Raining…

God’s Cleansing Tool
Cloud-Concerto… How Cool !
Plop-Plop Plopping into Pothole Pools
On the Grass, Pavements and On My Own-Sweet- Fools…

who, don’t have Sense enough, to get out of the Rain…
… I think I’ll go Join Them… Again

                               Amen


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Pain

Pain is all I feel in my life, 
For example, like being cut with a knife.
Since I was born,
Pain is all that’s come to me.
I don’t understand,
So I ask just one question, Lord Why Me?
I’ve been hurt in many ways,
And no one cares they just want to get paid.
Why does money have to cause so much pain?
So much pain, that I cry more than it rains.
Pain is what my heart is mostly full of,
Cause no one cares, but the man above.


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She was Saved

You read in the papers You watch on the news Our soldiers are fighting As the killing accrues In the theatres of war We lose many lives In these wars of man Only death thrives But every so often There's a turn for the good A life is saved They couldn't do what they could The lives of a family Murdered by cowards Shot in cold blood Bullets they showered But from this tragedy A life was saved It's of a little girl And a soldier who braved A Chief Master Sergeant In the USAF Allows mans humanity To kindly show face This little girl who was saved Who was shot in the head He stayed by her side For she should have been dead To see pictures like this In the theatres of war Maybe it's understandable To see what we fight for An alleged soldier In wanton family wipe What takes a soldier To become their type My heart goes out To this little girl And all the other children Caught up in this war ridden world Written on the spur of the moment after receiving a picture from Sara Kendrick. http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-4.php


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Sunshades

Do you know my sunny days?
Do you only know the rain?
The man a woman can praise,
Must come alive again.
Do you know my smiling face,
The brighter side of me?
Have you seen my different shades,
How I can truly be?



©2014 Honestly JT


Details | I do not know? | |

Listen to Her Cry

How can you not understand?
How much I need you in my life.
If only you could be my friend
And listen to me when I cry.
A girl needs her father’s love
To be willingly; not forced.
When she trembles inside out
She really needs to hear your voice.
Not only setting certain rules.
Or telling her what not to do
But also in a quiet time.
Just telling her she’s really fine.
Don’t talk to her about mistakes.
She won’t forget them anyway.
Just tell her it’ll be okay
And listen to her when she cries.
She really needs her dad tonight
To be at home; to hold her tight.


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BROTHERS

           I awoke to a memory that asked to be felt through the emotions of 
An early rising seeing boys playing in the park without wondering
                  about the meaning of life because at that time life had no 
 meaning only to be lived and enjoyed in the moment
                   And I wondered
Was it better then as a tear climbed downward on the lines carved deeply in a 
face that had
          Seen so much and loved so fervently
                                 Those days when a sandlot became an arena and the ringing 
of laughter echoed
Through a neighborhood
Where there were skinned knees and sprained ankles but hearts were left
        Unharmed and the gladiators had not seen 13 yet
While skirts were still a reason for giggling and it was more important to reach 
first base from the hot corner than it was
                To acknowledge her smile because 
We were warriors with a common bond
                                                BROTHERS




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Found Love

When first I came to know this world, my eyes were young and hurt,
And O're the years I came to know, the expression in my heart,
I fought my way through love and pain, through heart break, and much worse,
Until one day I found a man, who could love me at my best and worst,
He would drive me to the point of insane, yet bring me back to laughing tears,
He could make my eyes weep in shame, yet hold me close and i would heal,
18 years, it took to know that I would never leave his side,
For when I was born I knew this man; Inside my soul, the knowledge survived,
I found him after 16 years, And knew I loved when i reached 17,
Now the age of womanhood is apon me, and if asked Ill respond,
it is his wife I shall gladly be,
Sweet eyes so young, but aged too,
my love today, I explain to you.


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This Place

In the cold depths of my barren soul,
I lay here slowly dying,
A very sad sight for one to behold,
The doctor just sits there with cold eyes and judging stares,
Oh god I'd wish he'd just say something,
That way ill know that he's really there.
My world is much different than your world,
You just couldn't possibly understand,
With stares of disgust, pointing fingers unjust,
My lifes in the hands of this man.
All these pills I must take,
To make the voices go away,
These pills they don't work,
I think im  going insane.
Silently, numbly drifting,
Drifting away to this place,
The look of utter horror,
Was the look you had on your face ,
This place is a good place, a safe place for me,
You chose it don't you remember?
A place were you cant bear to be.


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Stranger in my Bed

Who is this man laying beside me?
You’re not my lover and I’m not your enemy
Searching and hoping for a familiar touch
Wanting and needing it just a little too much

Where is the man I married prior to this war?
I want him back entirely as I had him once before
They tell me he’s changed and it will never be
But loving him so much; I tend to disagree

Heroically fighting for our freedom abound
Risking his life for a cause to be unfound
Solitude and silence is one of his demands
And as for our family; we’re not under your command

Shelled and mortared each and every night
Not able to sleep for the fear of needing to fight
Hot, sweaty and exhausted; feeling all alone
Feeling as though you’re invincible; wanting to come home

Exploring and probing for the man you used to be
Trying to find similarities; trying to remember me
I’ve been with you this entire time; all the while you were gone
I never left your side my husband, even though you have withdrawn

What is it going to take for this stranger to up and leave?
How long must you isolate yourself, how long must we grieve?
Our children need you desperately as so do I
Don’t let them destroy you; don’t you dare die

Come home again my best-friend and thrust this stranger out
He’s been residing here too long and he’s reign is over no doubt
You’ve served this country honorably without any remorse
Now serve your family faithfully and let our marriage run its course

I will not give up and abandon you nor will I give in
You will fight for this family adamantly as you did so back then
I’m tired of sleeping alone with this stranger in our bed
I want that loving, caring man; I want my husband back instead


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Immortalized

In an effort to immortalize you,
I gilded ocean size frames in gold leaf
and painted your portrait with peacock feathers dipped in oils.
I spelled out your name in bumble bee wings
still quite attached to tame bumble bees
hovering in obedience and formation in the sky
I built a piano from felled red wood trees
and carved your likeness on each key
which I then filled up with ebony and abalone polish
I traveled to Old Russia to the Crimean forest
and pulled every wildflower up by it's roots
and replanted them just for you, on the cliffs, overlooking the Black Sea.
I tamed a black leopard and rode on her back
'round the world, with a banner, a list of your accomplishments
flowing in silk for miles behind me, past onlookers reading your life.
I sang gypsy music, as a siren on the wind
while I wept and flooded each street with the depth
of one tenth of the emotion you harnessed and kept at bay in your infinite quiet.
I started with one person, your granddaughter, with your blue eyes
her sitting on my lap, looking at me with a maturity past 3 years of age,
and imprinted every memory of you in the air, for her to grab.

You are not immortalized in portraits, or wings, or notes.
You are not immortalized in flowers, or banners or sirens.

You are immortalized, forever remaining, in the humble prayers of this innocent child.


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The Memory Box

Beneath this table sits a box
It’s scruffy, thin and battered.
 A cardboard box of memories
Of days that really mattered.

Confetti from my wedding day
A drawing by my mother
The shoes that took my son to school.
A photo of my brother

A tattered book of rhyming verse
My dad’s infatuation.
A silken flower, grandma’s ball
A golden celebration.

A pipe my granddad carved with love
A boyhood skill he cherished.
His baccy tin is scratched and bare
Its precious contents perished.

A tarnished ring with stones of paste.
My sister’s finest treasure
A suitor's gift, now black with age
Of value without measure.

This box hold moments lost in time
We add things when we’re able
A memory from everyone
Who’s sat around this table.


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Eternal Everlasting Joy

Sometimes, I think about my life
And the prices I have paid
All the places I have been
The choices I have made

Seems somewhere along the path
I stumbled upon a stone
At that moment I realized
I’d forgotten my way home

My home became a prison cell
My memory was forgotten
My soul was like an egg
An egg that had gone rotten

Sorry I had to go away
You didn’t deserve my shame
I moved very far away
No connection to my name

My life has always been a lie
One I kept hidden from you
When you thought I was in college
Serving time up in the zoo

On the day I was released
You thought I graduated
The moment you were most proud
Another lie to be hated

I have learned it’s never to late
I believe those words are true
Grandma I’m on a mission
I will graduate for you

I really want to earn the pride
You gave me so long ago
I think it will bring some peace
Releasing guilt up in my soul


I’ve learned in the game of life
We must earn our pride
Even if the people are gone
Resting on the other side

I’ve learned in the game of life
Even though they may be hard
Choices aren’t like rolling dice
They're not like flipping cards

Choices define who we are
I know these words are true
Every choice I know make
Are bringing me back home to you

Grandma, I know where heaven is
It’s right here inside my heart
Inside of mine your memory
Until death will never part

During the time I have left
I vow to always let it show
All the seeds you sowed in me
I shall nourish as they grow

In the end I’ll sit with you
Just like when I was a boy
We’ll sing and praise Jesus’ name
With eternal everlasting joy




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I'm my Daddy Made Over

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


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

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

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

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

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


Sabrina Niday Hansel



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Pledge of love and loyalty

This pledge that l,Ntando, make today serves
as my guideline that I shall follow
happily, ungrudgingly and tirelessly
for the sake of our love life.
Indeed l am well aware of the fact that
the beauty of this pledge does not only lie
in word alone but in action as well.

For that reason in every season
I shall show steadfast commitment
to the implementation of this pledge
with a great deal of astuteness.
I therefore commit myself to be your
devoted and delivering husband for
all the years l shall live with you
on this earth.

I shall treat you with the love and care
you deserve as my wife.
Indeed l shall treat you with
the distinction and dignity
that is befitting of the queen of my heart.
That body, that bone, that breath
shall be my mine to treasure,
for sure;
a dearness to promote and protect
for dear life…and love!
I shall stand by and with you in all the
situations of our life.
If the situation demands that we sail,
sail we shall together.
If the situation demands that we
climb,
climb we shall together.

I know very well what l am getting into:
I am getting into a marriage that is
overflowing with blessings.
This marriage- with our mutual
commitment-
will stand the test of time.
I know very well what I am getting into:
I am getting into a relationship that
brims over with a transforming power
of love.

This marriage-with our
mutual commitment –
will transform naivety into maturity
troubles into challenges
pretence into practice
pride into progress
bachelorship into companionship.
I pledge to be your steward and partner
for all times.

I shall value the consultations
and decisions that we make as
husband and wife.
As head of the family I shall do nothing

 

to derail our love train for anything else
least of all for personal and selfish reasons.
Now and forever

I am your lawful and loving husband…
This pledge that l, Nothando, make today serves
as my guideline that I shall follow
happily, ungrudgingly and tirelessly
for the sake of our love life.
Indeed I am well aware of the fact that
the beauty of this pledge does not only
lie in pronouncements but in practice
as well.

For this reason every season
I shall demonstrate untiring love
and loyalty to you;
a love and a loyalty that is a living
embodiment of our marriage vows.
I therefore commit myself to be your
honouring, supportive and loving wife
for all the years l shall live with you.
I shall treat you with the love and care
that you deserve as my husband.
Indeed I shall treat you with
the dignity and nobility that is befitting
of the king of my heart.
On my mind it is always fresh
that I am the flesh of your flesh.
Green or grown

I am the bone of your bone.
I know very well what I am getting into:
I am getting into a relationship that
elevates me into a kingdom of wifehood.
I shall endevour to put my family first
with all the rights, obligations
and privileges that come with wifehood.
I shall endevour to wipe off and ward off
loneliness and lostness from our relationship,
seeking nothing but your companionship;
banking on your stewardship,
sinking together any hardship.
Since you are mine
I shall not do anything else to undermine
our relationship for personal
or egotistical
reasons.
Now and forever
I am your lawful and loving wife…


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I Wish You'd Grow Faster

"Boy! We're gonna be the best of friends! Lying here, I watch you sleeping, I sure hope that this will not be a trend 'Cause when we play ball,the goal you'll be keeping Since Mommy told me you would be coming I've been waiting for a very long time Now each day I see how much you're growing Imagine the joy of knowing you're here and are mine! From the first moment you arrived home I've noticed when you sleep, time goes pretty slow And sometimes, you seem to sleep just like a stone! But that's ok! Mommy says sleeping makes you grow I smile as I imagine the two of us at play And picture in my mind the many things we'd learn We'll pet horses at the zoo and feed them hay Come Christmas we'll buy gifts with money we'll earn I love you, my 'lil brother, Lucas I wish you'd hurry up and grow Yes, we will be causing some rocus I'll teach you all you need to know!" ~*~
By Annalise 04/29/11 FOR: Miranda Lambert's "Brotherly Love" Contest (Inspired by photo of Logan as he watches his baby brother, Lucas sleeping)


Details | Carpe Diem | |

My sister's Smile

My sister’s smile

Fourteen years ago, my sister founded something, something powerful, something she wore everyday, a smile. A smile that could defeat anything that was against her and make everyone around felt nothing but joy. My sister had a disease, there might not be another tomorrow for her but she did nothing but carpe diem; enjoy every single moment to the fullest. I can barely remember everything that passed during that time, I was just four years old but it is impossible for anyone to forget such a unique and beautiful smile. One day she had to do analysis, another day she needed to take about 10 medicines and the next day she was in chemo, this process repeated itself by several months and I was amazed because not a single day passed where she didn’t give a smile. Most of the days she had to go through intense and painful tests so she can get better and believe me they were extremely hard, but she had something that motivated her, a kind of award. She had a little book that was full of happy faces stickers of every single color, size and shape. She loved the shiny ones because it meant not only happiness; there was a little extra that made her feel so good. She wrote on a notebook her daily treatments and she leaved a little space so when her hard day was over, she can put the sticker on the blank space she left previously on the page. She filled about 240 pages with happy faces and every person that went to visit her read the whole notebook and left the place with a smiley face sticker on their forehead. It is a unique and simple daily motivation she had and it turned out that it worked really well for her. Many people find happiness with material things such as new clothes, accessories, cars, luxury things, and etc. They forget that the little and simple things have the most impact in their life. My sister’s happiness was represented by a simple smile and most of the persons that she knew and where present during that time had received that gift she founded one day. Through hard times and sad days don’t forget to smile because one single movement from your mouth can bring the most powerful feelings that can defeat almost everything that stands against you. Just like my sister, she founded her smile and it turned out that it worked really well for her. 


Details | Free verse | |

Worst Love Poem Ever Written

I suck at dying poems
Chemo poems, Metastatic Cancer poems,
Hair falling out in the shower poems
 
And I told a half truth
When I told you I could write you one
In less than six months (It's been eight)
I apologize for being so late

 
I wanted your poem to be pink and graceful
Like those ribbons
I see all over the internet
Filled with cheesy generic rhymes
That read like a Hallmark audition

  But already my metaphors are melting
And my similes are getting soft
 I guarantee you the rhyme meter will be off

 When I went to Google
And the typed in the word 'happy'
Three billion links came up

Not a single inference to
Breast cancer, hair loss
No redirects to mastectomies
Yahoo wasn't any kinder

 
The only thing research could teach me
Is that a good day on chemo
Is when your stool doesn't come out tar Black
And has no blood in it

Or when your urine
Smells better on Wednesday
Than it did on Tuesday

Sleeping less than 12 hours
When 24 would be better

  
America has more poets
Than it does alcoholics
   And Pot smokers combined
And you chose me to be
Your Breast Cancer
Poet Laureate

Trusting me to write a poem
About the biggest battle in your life

So I refuse to finish this poem
Without something bright and hopeful
 
And don't think
I didn't notice your Facebook activity
Had decreased by 88%
In the last three months

 
And you aren't really
Coming to any more of my poetry shows
Ever again. Are you??
But we still have March, April
Don't we?

 
But even if you had one breast
Or no breast

Or if you had less hair than I do
I promise to look only in your eyes
And never ever even notice
Or even think about it

And never for a moment
Would I feel sorry for you

Yes I suck at lying too...

 
But I don't suck at loving you
Or at hoping you wake up tomorrow morning
 With no Cancer at all
And that The Eiffel Tower will be right outside
Your bedroom window...

And I would be right there with you
Holding your hand while we look down on Paris
And you can impress me with your French again

 
And if I ever make it
To the Pulitzer Poetry board
I might lose a thousand points
Just for this poem alone

And my hopes for the prize will be smitten
And some old person 
With white hair will say
That was the worst love poem ever written


Details | Elegy | |

I Need Your Help Daddy

I’m tired
I’m Physically and Emotionally tired
I don’t want to be the strong one anymore
I can’t this time
I don’t know what to do Daddy
I need your help down here

I can’t get back in control of my emotions 
I’m having a hard time dealing with your absence
I’m having a hard time standing by myself
I need your help Daddy

I’m broken and lost without you Daddy
I need your will to want to carry on
I need your strength to over come this
I need your strength to stay standing
Your courage to fight back again
I need your help 

Please Daddy I’m at a loss
How am I suppose to do this
I need your guidance 
I need you to guide me back
To whom I was before
I need your help Daddy
I need your help







Details | Couplet | |

The Homeplace

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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


Details | Rhyme | |

Silently She Weeps

Every day she comes to visit her,
lifts the spoon to her thin lips.
Quietly she sleeps, silently she weeps.
Life arrested in its waning grip.

Every day she comes with hope
that something in her changes.
Silently she weeps, quietly she sleeps
The memories time rearranges.

Every day she comes and wonders,
will she wake today and speak?
Quietly she sleeps, silently she weeps
An imprisoned mind in body weak.

Every day she comes and touches
the woman like no other.
Silently she weeps, quietly she sleeps.
Maternal daughter, loving mother.

1/1/2013


Details | Terza Rima | |

December Sky

I sit, with deep contentment, by the window 
And watching the young evergreen out-shadowed
The oak tree, where love once etched on it, I sowed 

My time quietly slipped into the picture
Between my only son and his firstborn son
Between the past, the present, and the future

I have the feelings, but no words are spoken
When the words are spoken, my own feelings gone
Hidden for life, in my sagging rocking chair

I felt the late afternoon cold breeze, touching 
White-bearded face, with the autumn scent tingling 
While the golden sun has faded, into gray

I saw the charmed naked ladies, still smiling
In a bright purplish pink, for there are no snows
Soon, the land will be white, when tomorrow bows

As I eagerly wait for December sky
To glow, with sensational firecrackers’ lights
In my arms, my grandson awaken from sleep

No words spoken, but, has the smile on his face
In him I saw myself, in my father’s arm
Now I know, December’s coming, to give grace




Details | Rhyme | |

From a Hospital Bed

 FROM A HOSPITAL BED
Wordancer

Even if I’m dizzy with an aching head, 
I must not disturb the others in the beds
In this hospital ward where not much is said
For fear of making a fuss.

It’s not much fun with nothing to do 
Can’t even get up to go to the Loo
The doctors come, and ask, ‘How are you?’
It’s hard to tell them which is worse 

Visiting hours and here’s Dad and Mum
Who immediately asks me why I’m so glum.
I tell them, ‘The others had ice-cream, but I got none,
And, if it was you Dad; you’d curse!’

Patting my hand, Mum says, ‘It’s all right,’
And Dad says, ‘You might get some tonight,
Cos you’re looking better, you’re not so white, 
I’ll go over and ask that nurse.’

Back he comes grinning down the ward,
And sits back in the chair without a word,
To Mum he whispers so he can’t be heard
Then his eyes meet mine, his lips are pursed. 

The doors swing open; a nurse comes through,
Carrying a tray and says, ‘This is for you,
You can have some now you are healing like new,
To Mum, Dad says, ‘We’ll cancel the hearse!’

I’ve broken no bones, the x-rays prove, 
But there’ll be a scar and a slight groove
Left from the fencepost that failed to move
When I fell on it, off my horse

With an arm in a sling and one foot on the ground,
The other in plaster and my head bandaged round,
I’m going home soon, and my horse has been found
Across the river, but he’s none the worst.

It’s easy to laugh with no aching head
And it doesn’t disturb the others in beds
‘There is no need to fear,’ as everyone says,
‘Just ring the bell for the nurse!’ 


Details | Lyric | |

The Soldiers Lullaby

She once walked with him and stopped with him
when they heard that familiar refrain.
She'd stand beside him while he'd salute
her pride for her Soldier was plain,

and every night, 
while he'd hold her tight
contented and happy, she'd sigh.
They would drift off to sleep
listening to the beat
of the Soldiers Lullaby.

They play the National Anthem
to fill us with fire and pride
and the last one they play every evening
is the Soldiers Lullaby.

Twice a day at nine eleven
when her Soldier was in Iraq
she'd bow her head in silence
to remember that September attack,

and when she'd get home in the evening
tired and lonely, she'd cry.
She'd pray that somewhere he was listening
to the Soldiers Lullaby.

Now she stands at the gate in the airport
heart pounding as Soldiers stream by,
so excited she can barely contain it
overwhelmed she's starting to cry,

and the crowd is beginning to thin now
the tears and the laughter all die,
heart broken and lonely, she stands there
when she hears his voice simply say "hi"...

It's been years since she's thought of that moment,
they've been busy with life passing by.
Two girls and two boys
now fill their lives with joy
and time really does seem to fly,

but at night when she's tucked in her family
she still bows her head with a sigh
and she never forgets to remember
The Soldiers Lullaby.

~For Jenn with love


Details | Sestina | |

MIRACLE AT DAWN

No mother would fill up her eyes with tears of woman...
if it weren't for God performing a miracle at dawn,
as she cried out in joy and held her baby in trembling arms
but shed many sweet tears hearing his laughter so loud;
oh, he couldn't see her mommy's face through his tiny eyes,
and it will be long before he'll will utter the first word, " Mom." 

Now that baby sleeps under the attentive look of his mom,
who's too young to become a mature woman;
many visions of this birth crossed her gleeful eyes
she dreamed of the very same words whispered at each dawn,
repeating them in her silly head as if they sounded too loud...
while cradling a pretty doll in her folded arms.

Will she be welcomed home by her parents opening their arms?
Will they reprimand her and not consider her a legal mom?
Perhaps they will not be angry and speak not so loud:
girls are supposed to be girls, not suddenly turn into woman...
So this innocent girl, deceived by a bad boy, must wake up at dawn
when her baby cries and feed him with scary, childish eyes?

Nights seem longer for her, trying to stay awake rubbing her eyes,
what she beheld in those exciting eyes, now it's a burden in her weary arms;
she remembers that pain was too unbearable, but joy more sublime at dawn...
how will she learn how to care for the infant by watching her mom?
She must have seen a nursery or read a book how to think like a real woman,
and can anyone imagine how she keeps that secret instead of revealing it loud?

She must gather enough courage inside to feed her baby who can't cry loud,
but for now she must carry that baby without sighs of distress into her bright eyes;
and her parents can see the changes making her a loving person already woman;
they may ask questions to why she has gained weight and holds dolls in her arms...
no, they aren't anticipating great news and in doubt, they await a splendid dawn.

Mother and daughter closely together amazed by the coming dawn,
any concealed secret can be easily spoken...somewhat joyful and loud;
they imagine the infant's futures will be part of grandma and mom!
Their reunited hearts come together to show love in their delighted eyes,
and they'll take turns feeding the new-born, tenderly lulling him in their arms;
what if forgiveness hadn't been there to deny her all of the joys of woman?

Would a mother deny her daughter compassion as a good woman?
Even God hurried dawn to offer that gift into her gracious, tender arms...
and those arms accepted it with the gentleness and kindness of mom.




Details | Personification | |

Pulse

One moist patch, like dewy grass,
surrounded by a field of weeds,
emerges first and breathes at last, 
through openings, the air it needs.
Cut off from, and cut off of;
counting on, and counting in;
from down below, to up above - 
A smack on tender, crimson skin.
	There is a pulse.

One spring bud, like seedling stems,
surrounded by a garden wall,
is standing out from all of them, 
despite the fact, they're just as tall.
And though the bud has not yet grown,
the soil and the water see
more than just the seed they've sewn.
They see the flower it will be.
	There is a pulse.

One tall stem, like climbing vines,
surrounded by its petals' plumes,
shares its elegant designs,
and stretches as it blooms.
And when the wind begins to call,
the flower spreads it's pollen 'round.
It falls in love, and loves in fall,
and falling love renews the ground.
	There is a pulse.


Details | Epitaph | |

My Father

I miss you dad every single day
The wonderful Times I remember 
Are the times we spent together going 
To dinner and church
The times I will cherish always on this earth
Your gentle ways and smiles and hugs
Made Life worthwhile for this is true
Forever you are missed in my heart and soul
But the forever is Heaven and you are there basking
In the Light of the Lord
I miss you dad and loved you so much 
But eternity is yours to no longer hurt
Cancer is what took you far too soon
I am always remembering your hugs and 
I loved you so much too.
Eternity is there for you now and forever
Remember I love you and Kisses from here
to you in the forever they call Heaven from earth


Details | Sijo | |

Attitudes differ

Thanks to Dr.Ram Mehta for introducing this awesome poetic form to me I had to try it
No two people are the same, likewise attitudes differ When attitudes conflict it leads to speculation that maybe Standing down can make you humble not bring humility
AgMoore© 7/28/11


Details | Couplet | |

The Mountain Speaks

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

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


Details | Free verse | |

Before I go home

8:00 am

I listen to hums of 70 degree air conditioned whispers.

Playful, chirping birds swing across damp meadows
Under humidity’s gentle fog

‘Tis a silent morning, 5 days in the making

A gentle reflection upon my minutes,
Absorbing breaths of home

So much laughter
So much joy
So much food

Even a miniscule side of frustration’s true colors,
Amusing attempts to sludge my momentum

My friends made themselves known.

The others become answered insignificance.

My beating heart couldn’t be more grateful. 

My pupils reflect upon final nights’ splendor,
While they write lessons upon life’s chalkboard

Fury of Salsa & Disco beats
Pulsate across my spongy cerebellum
Holding hands with my Mother in proprietary motions

The whites of my eyes become silver injected pools of serenity.

What more could I ask for?

I listen for 8 & 4 year old footsteps to silently speak
Exacerbated adoration, filling my smile with electric permanence

In these silent, reflecting moments before I pack my bag, my soul’s window
Prepares…

…I await aromas of a Puerto Rican brunch
Before I go home

I await touches of a gentle waterfall against my cheek
Before I go home

I await exemplary wishes from roots of family tree to return tomorrow
Before I go home

And, after these shedding tears & resilient smiles are embedded within,
I await the reckoning that will shake foundations into Ionosphere grins

When I
Return home

8:30 am

©Drake J. Eszes


Details | Rhyme | |

A Feather on the Wind

Blended together in beauty,
Kaleidoscope tight to the skin,
Held in the warmth, and secure.
And likewise close to the kin.

Preened by a parental guidance,
Caressed by the gentlest hands…
Wanting much more than is offered,
Which neither one quite understands.

Time becomes steps in a life…
And molting will surely begin.
The journey starts with the unknown,
Like a feather, that drifts on the wind.


Details | I do not know? | |

Those who are now elderly sit and reminisce

Those who are now elderly sit and reminisce
of sweet idyllic days which often they miss.
Sitting as families in beaming abodes
whilst a flickering fire dances and glows
Cosy nights in with cards and knitting
and days in the garden, weather permitting.
Snakes and ladders with family members
bed time when fire burns to smouldering embers

At school they were eager and behaved well
parting from friends with kind farewell
walking home with no worries or cares
helping with tea, then bed after prayers.
Yes, they love to recall memories of times
they learned stories and recited rhymes.
Played games with balls and skipping ropes
grew up with imagination, dreams and hopes

Now the old are found to sit and moan
at the new technology they are shown
the transportation speeding past
how times have progressed much too fast
What happened to appreciating what you got
being thankful despite not receiving a lot
Now seized by temptation, money and greed
today we're consumed by the need to succeed

The loud and so-called 'unique' youth
appear as disorderly, rude and uncouth
the bright, colourful and distinct attire
Is received as offensive, obnoxious and dire
Teenagers walking in packs of elite
music blasting with no rhythm or beat
the old will avoid and cross the road
feeling hostile on return to their abode

The clashes in cultures cause opposition
juveniles grow with too much ambition
thoughts  consumed with riches and fame
money, films, music and fashion to blame
little time for families, never mind schools
displaying no respect and breaking rules
What happened to growing with parents as guide?
what happened to strolling in the countryside?


Details | Free verse | |

Surfing On Sine Waves (A collaboration with Phong Phuc Kama-Nyugen)

Brain-Rose opens up to morning rays,
as neurons grab boredom,
hitting stormy water,
surfing on sine waves
until the oscillating surge abates.

  Crystalline clarity of calm
  shines through polygon windows in the sand-
  shoreline stretches beyond the eyes
  reflecting flickering flames of candles
  breathing in a secret oxygen.

Never claimed to fully understand you-
fell in love with the images blossoming in my mind.
Did you ever figure out exactly what I meant?
Hope I still touched some eternal part of you
as you stumble through polygon windows in the sand,
surfing on sine waves.

  Don't you remember?
  I know you better than I know myself.
  When the smoke cleared
  you were the only one left standing
  amongst the damage of centuries;
-(still trying hard to cleanse away the stains)-
  your eyes climbed deep into my soul
  and I knew how we could never turn back.
-(my closet is filled with dancing skeletons)-

I know you better than I know myself,
like a signpost offering clues and directions.
The others turned on us;
the others failed,
becoming shadows of their former selves,
empty dry husks blowing in the wind.

      The ones who want us back

               pushed us too far away.

The ones who want us back, pushed us too far forward.

          We can never go back

       to those times and places, having changed beyond recognition.

                   We can only push forward

           sucked out by the tide

                pulled down by the undertow

  moving along with guiding currents

           until we finally find a shoreline that fits our needs

        and fills our souls with the nourishment we crave.


  We must continue stumbling through polygon windows in the sand,
  surfing on sine waves in the eye of the storm,
  watching ourselves become reborn over and over again,
  watching each other move beyond the borders of dreams.

             The ones who want us back,
             pushed us too far away.

                    The ones who want us back,
                    pushed us too far forward.

                        
      So, we grabbed boredom and pain,
      stumbling through polygon windows in the sand,
      surfing on sine waves in the eye of the storm,
      waiting for the oscillating surge to abate,
      waiting for future horizons to break through this mist.





**This is a collaboration written with: Phong Phuc Kama-Nyugen**


Details | Free verse | |

Deaf and Gone

I am whatever you say I am...
but, let's get back to reality...

       Three short years ago, this room shined welcome mats across a screen of doldrums.
A place of unfamiliarity that screamed, 
"You don't belong!"
Yet, a voice of reason spoke and said,
"Expand yir' roots. Venture beyond the comfort zone. Academia resides inside that room, but know you won't be alone."
Repeatedly,brainwaves declined what my wife and editor had told me.
I'd say,
"no way, I'm givin' up my soul for free, they read, they pay, like it's always been, the way it's going to always be!"
Unbeknownst to me one day, and with a slight of hand, my "Open Sores" were put on display and surprisingly more than a handful of great ladies and nice guys began to give feedback on what I had devised. 
This interaction was something very new, helpful, and impressive. For a change, it was something real.
For years, those around me were quick to give praise with hidden reasons. Constructive criticism is amazing, and I welcomed being corrected or set straight.
Now there are those who choose to shut me down without explanation, and call me names.
DO NOT mistake me for sophomoric! These words bleeding from my guts have no style and need no approval. There is no thinking involved here, no plan. If you don't like it, fine...don't censor or bracket me in. So what if I am illiterate?  If you don't like "street poetry" or the pathetic stuff I write, don't read it. If I offend you, tell me.
We should welcome those who are different than us. 
Words of truth inspire movement, like fire.
I came to this room to expand my horizons, step outside the box, learn, help, grow. 
There will be no apologies dealt for being different, or for being labelled as something uncomfortable to you. 
This has been an ok room so far, but there is some clique trickanery going on.
If the dictionary must come into play, let me recommend looking up the term "Poetic License."
True, I may not be the writer you prefer, or aspire to be....but tread carefully my friend, for you have no idea of my profession. I've made a fine living, for a good long time, spewing words onto paper. I came from nothing, and may still be nothing to you...still, I do what I love, have no boss.
I am not an aspiring writer who dreams of a life, I live my dream. In conclusion, I must wish you luck in finding what you peddle poetry for. Until then, keep 


Details | Ekphrasis (Ecphrasis) | |

Black Sunday {Personification in Couplet form}

I was as high as the eyes could see
A giant dark cloud of pure misery

I seemed to roll as one with the wind
A giant black wall that had no end

I stripped the land and left it bare
Of the lives I destroyed, I didn’t care

Those who stayed I covered in dust
As their children died I broke their trust

From my hell many families did flee
Left to wander homeless in misery

I changed the word these words are true 
Black Sunday brought darkness on you


I didn't see any direct link but just goggle
pictures of the dust bowl and you will see
what i have written for Brian's Contest.
The Dust Bowl - Alexandre Hogue - 1937


Details | Free verse | |

The Wooden Swing Set

Quiet and still now.
The swing occasionally catches the air.
The tire never moves. 
There’s no one there to care.
The jungle gym beside it is played with by squirrels.
The sand box below holds creatures quiet and shy.
Tiny plastic men are lost in the sand deep below.
A metal car is with them, once favorite of them all.
Leaves stir in the clubhouse, with spiders in its loft.
My son hadn’t played with it for a long, long while.
But I hadn’t noticed while he was here running in the house.
And now when I see the Wooden Swing Set…
It’s connects with my empty heart.



A touch of Empty Nest Syndrome brought this poem to me.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Retired Romance 1st of sequence- " IKE " and Jane "

...Now I ain't without notoriety,
Fact is.. I'm an old stalker with a walker.
She was big in the Purple Hat Society
and broke her hip,...while playing soccer.

When I met her, she was on the mend,
and she knew.. what I was after...
and I said I'd catch her when I can,
She said to push that walker a lil' faster.

She had her a "lectric wheel chair,
I just had my old walker and me,
she was pretty fast for a blue hair...
"till I crashed into her I.V. tree...

Well, they fitted my leg with plaster,
and I kinda forgot what I was after...
"till one day,
she wheeled in to see me,
Yep.  Said she'd come ta free me!

Now we sit together,
cozy up and talk about the weather.
We compare wrinkled tatoos,
and guess what they are,
we may share a shot of booze,
we don't go too awful far...

We keep our orthepedic shoes
under the same bed,
and I retired as a walker stalker,
meals on wheels keeps us fed
and we keep our teeth...
in the very same locker.

("Nite Nite, Darlin.")


                                            Composed and Written by-
                                                   Robert A. Dufresne


Details | Rhyme | |

ANGELus

Angelus wasn't anyone special. Some might say that he was a loser.

He did more than his share of chasing women 

and townsfolk say that he was very much the boozer,

but beneath all of his irresponsibility stood a champion the purest of heart.

The Good was always within him. It just never seemed to get a good start.

Angelus was abused by his father. Conflicts arose between the two quite often.

His father saw his son as a family disgrace 

and wouldn't hesitate to get the whip and beat him.

"Why does my father hate me so? Families should love you no matter what.

How can I give my family what they desire 

when it's simply something that I just haven't got?"

Thoughts like this would haunt Angelus daily, leaving him in a very confused place to be.

"I love them! I hate them!" Angelus would cry. "I hate them for not loving me."

One evening he was drowning his sorrows. Suddenly this vision of loveliness appeared.

The vixen Darla then said as she ran her fingers through his hair,

"Such beautiful eyes should not be so filled with tears.

I too never knew the love of a family. I roamed this world living my life as a whore,

searching for the love of family in the arms of strangers 

who cared less after they had used me once more.

I can only imagine the pain that you suffer. 

I never knew my family and perhaps it's just as well,

because seeing you here now with your family and a family that doesn't love you

is so obviously a more painful and tormenting hell.

You've two choices before you Angelus my sweet.

End your life now and free yourself from this torment

or spend forever with me and together we'll seek life's bittersweet but eternal enjoyment.

If death isn't your choice then the answer is clear.

Say the words and I'll deliver you from all of this.

Close your eyes, say the words, you have nothing to fear.

Let me give you my eternal kiss."

He gazed upon her and thought to himself, "This one truly must be my salvation."

"I choose you," he then said as he closed his eyes

and so began Angelus's damnation.

She sunk her fangs deep in his throat and fed on his blood.

All of his Good, all of his Soul all disappear.

Angelus was reborn the most evil of evil.

He was the vampire all vampires would fear.

Angelus's Revenge >
http://www.poetrysoup.com/poems_poets/poem_detail.aspx?ID=190796


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when

if i wanted to kiss you
would you stand still
if i wanted to be with you
could we both time kill
if i held your hand
would you understand
or carress your cheek
would you be meek
if i whispered in your ear
would you hear
if i look into your eyes 
would they lie
and tell me something else
that my heart is saying
if i wanted to love you
with all my heart
would that be smart
if i made you my reason to live
would it be worth everything i give
and if i said i love you
would you hold those words above you
forsaking all others as the preacher said
being mine and to no others lead
then my heart belongs to you
remember, to no other will i be true
with this poem i make this pact 
and with my hopes i hope you act
fill in all the love that i lack
and as for doubts
we could fill up the cracks


Details | Free verse | |

A Beautiful Reverie

Here I lie beside you
My heart goes thump.thump.thump.
My soul dances inside you
Reveling in the texture of your own.
Electric and flowing 
The currents of our love
Glow like neon lights
Illuminating the hope in my eyes.
Though we're not moving
I feel so incredibly alive
Invincible to my past
Untouchable by all who lack
That gentle touch of when 
You lean in and brush my face
Your lips grazing my skin
Softer than a butterfly.
And then you gaze into my eyes
I fall into your depths 
Twirling like the autumn leaves
Melting into your smile 
Your soul reminiscent of summer.
You pull me into your arms 
And for a moment I'm lost 
Breathless and in awe
Staring in the face of pure exquisite love 
And there you are - holding it 
Glowing in the moonlight of my stare.
My heart beats - its drum pounding away
Echoing a song thats lost its words
I touch your cheek and smile
My hands cant stay away
My lips s l o w l y, draw near yours
Hovering, and then - 
Part, a soft warmth against them.
My eye lids pulling shut
Dragging me into a silent heaven
I pull away - and what seemed millennia
Lasted only a moment, a second in time
But this is our love
This is what you do to me
You make me invincible and fragile
Lost forever in a beautiful reverie.


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My Treasure Chest

I have a wooden cedar box
Filled with precious things
Most of no value to you
But joy to me it brings

A copper penny, 1961
The year I was given life
A withered old white rose
From the day I became a wife

Two certified legal documents
That tell me that I am free
A US birth certificate
And a final divorce decree

Golden locks, adorned with ribbon
Clipped from the head of my son
A bag filled with tiny teeth
Exchanged for a dollar one by one

A report card, five A’s  and one B
My sons first year at school
A tattered silken blanket
Still covered with infant drool

A book of poems that I had written
While I was a rebellious teen
Fifty plus love letters
From then, now and in-between

Old yellowed photographs
Of family long since gone
A dozen crayon pictures
That both my kids have drawn

Hospital anklets, pink and blue
That both my children wore
A stupid keep out sign
That I used to hang on my door

Each item within this box
Is a memory that I hold dear
I keep them for a distant time
When my memory won’t be so clear

So if you wish to see inside
To you I have one request
Do not call it just a box
‘Cause to me it’s a “TREASURE CHEST”
 


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My Parent

My Parent

The rules said “one parent not two”
Good for me as I only had you
No selection; no one to choose
Who is this parent; just follow the clues

Next rule; write something “profound” 
Something good or something that makes you frown
This one was easy 
Considering all you ever said was greasy

“You stupid _____”
This one was rich
“Go get the belt”
Not satisfied till there was a welt 
The pain is still felt

How about “you swine”
Became a preference in time
Not “go to bed”
Followed by a blow to the head
So hard could have become brain dead

Your scars are still here
Your pain I still wear
Your mistakes I still bare
Your voice I still hear

Your secrets I now declare
Your presence I no longer fear
Your wrong doings I am aware
Your hate is replaced with tender loving care

Did you follow the clues
Who's this in reference to
Someone you want to be related to
Perhaps it’s someone you already do
This is my parent… I wish it were untrue!

Lay


**For "My Parent" contest sponsored by Francine Roberts.
* Honorable Mention







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Stink Thinking

Poem by: Mr. Ronald Watson
Sep. 13, 2012
My Poetry on PoetrySoup

Stinking Thinking

Stinking thinking/ it leads to drinking./
What moisten the soul without an inkling?/
Unto making a wild left turn /while the right signal light were blinking./
Within a mild mix of rice, hops, and barley,
Since/ it is too much laugher at a karaoke party./
How Elvis sounds like,/ a broken Bob Marley?/
Now it’s as if,/ inhibitions are lowed/
Frozen in time/ and slipping far out of control./
As intuitions of minds does loathe,/ as such weariness echoes for tomorrow./
Yet,/ a stinking breath that smells just as death/ and it's where all funky asses dwells./
Though/ all hung over /and unjustified to flinging heavy heads into that porcelain king,/ 
Even this is a sight for red sore eyed Kings!/ 
It is an aftermath of ravishing through them royal purple cloth bags./
So/ afraid to admit that shallowness slowly drags!/
When,a sense of clarity which will just admit it.
That stinking thinking is difficult to kick, but
One day at a time, it is the only way to shine, or get fixed.  

Thank youMy Poetry on PoetrySoup
God Bless.


Details | Acrostic | |

Yesterday

Yesterday can never come again.
All my family were together then.
My memories are beckoning, and I want to be where
Troubles in that place I know as yesterday
Seemed to always melt away
So easily!
Far into my past -
Away, so far away, I wish to flee.

Now I face the future.
It brings to me a feeling which
Seems a little bit like dread
As all the new uncertainties swirl inside my head.
Though I still have family and many lovely friends,
They’re in a world their own, apart from mine.
Here am I, in my own little world, and
To the very end, this is where I’ll
Stay!

Oh, my memories! In golden moments loved ones shine!
I long for that togetherness, the joy that I
Believe is only found
In family because our worlds were not divided then.
Yesterday, why can’t you come again?


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The Captain and I

With the palms of well-worn leathery hands that in younger days guided a Tall Ship round 
the globe many times with the help of stars that still twinkled in his eyes, the old man made 
a porthole in the frosty forest of swirling ferns that had been painted on the kitchen window 
pane by Jack-Frost during the night.

As I sat on his lap, he told me the creaking sound made by the rockers from the rocking 
chair we sat in on the hardwood floor - if he closed his eyes, could make him believe he was 
back with the wind in his sails, rising and dipping and swaying with the whims of the 
waves ‘ore the sea.

Back- and- forth, back-and-forth, we rocked as the porthole on the window pane grew larger, 
exposing the winter wonder land outside where trees and roads and roof-tops lie frozen 
beneath a layer of fluffy snow that looked like icing on a birthday cake, as the house 
softened and swelled in the warmth of the burning kindling wood that snapped and crackled 
in the stove. 

Rocking  back-and-forth, back-and-forth, I asked him, looking into those eyes of green, with 
that far away look. “Grandpa, won’t you tell me please, what lies beyond the sea?”  He 
paused for a moment, blowing silver halos that rose from his pipe in an aroma of sweet 
smelling ‘Old Sail’ tobacco, and with the magic of his words, he took me on a journey, 
rocking across the sea where he showed me all the places and wondrous things he’d ever 
seen.

That was many and many a year ago, in a kingdom by the sea, where an old man, taught a 
little girl, that life is but a dream.

                                                                ~~~~~

                          In memory of: Captain James George the Third - My Grandfather

                                                                   ~~~~~
 2nd place in  'Anything Goes #2 Contest - sponsered by Constance La France 

                                                
Author's note:  

This is one entry of many that will appear in my next book ' A Journey of Roses and Thorns'. 
They are true events that have happened in my life - some where roses, some were 
thorns.  I have learned valuable lessons from both.


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The True Love of a Man

When I was just a little girl, I dreamed I’d meet a knight. He’d proudly wear his shining armor, and guard me day and night. I kept on dreaming half my life and searched as I grew. Until I found my knight one day, I found my knight in you! Before our paths crossed that day, my struggles had been great. But when I laid my eyes upon you, I thought it must be fate. You gently got to know me and embraced me as a friend. And as our friendship grew in time, we knew it wouldn’t end. As our lives were set in motion, we climbed mountains and sailed seas. And as we’ve shared our lives together, we’ve blended with such ease. Our friendship grew as years passed by into such an enduring love. This thing we have together now was blessed from God above! I know we both have said it. We feel it in our souls. We’ve devoted our lives to each other, and together we’ll grow old. The love we share is very rare, and should be held with high esteem. For some may only find this kind, only in their dreams. This is what God planned for us, to live here on this land. To be the best we both can be, walking through it hand in hand. Even when our roads seem rough, we must have a faith that lasts. We’ll smile as we share many today’s, and reflect gladly on our past. I hope I’ve touched your life my love, as much as you’ve touched mine. For this is the love I’ve always dreamed of, a love both gentle and kind. I believe we meet our “soul mate” only once in our lives. This blessing from God has come to us, I’m proud to be your wife. With all this said my poem will end. A poem for my love, who is also my friend! I want to thank you with all that I am, For showing me Darling, the true love of a man!
With all my love, Michelle Merry Christmas – December 2006©


Details | I do not know? | |

THE HEROES

The heart of our hearts,
the bone of my bones.
The fresh of my fresh,
The sweet of sweets.
As the first man was
happy for the creation of 
woman from his rib, 
the same way I am
happy with my parents.

I really love my parents,
as I love myself with
all my heart. I wish to thank God
for their presence. No one can
separate me from my parents.
To separate, it will be death.

"My parents are my strong weapons,
powerful tools for my defense.
Whatever I do, I remember my parents.
Even if its peace, even if its danger.
I appreciate for my protection, since I was born.
They protected me with all their hearts, 
as a leopard protects its young,
as a dog protects its meat. They loved me,
as meat attracts flies.
Really they did a good job.
I praise their services and uncountable support
provided to me since I was born until the level I am.

I respect my parents, and I can't speak
evil to them. If I do, it's a sin and a real curse.
I can't forget when I was young, they looked 
after me together with my sisters and other
family relatives at large. The orphans and the disabled.
it's their efforts that made me what I am.
Not only me, but also you.
Your parents made you what you're.
Don't despise them, our parents our life.
The family heroes, gods of earth and foundation
for human development.
They are real heroes!! We can't despise them,
they are our life. Our foundation.


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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?


Details | Dodoitsu | |

The Brown Tree

All the nuts fell to the ground
The sane ones on branches hang
Long line from many countries
My family tree


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A Rattlesnake In Georgia

Haiku one of my first poems on soup
rattlesnake Georgia rattlesnake venomous dangerous foe hidden in garden
A Rattlesnake In Georgia Metamorph Revision To the herb garden meandered Some squash needed picking Gloved hands and a six inch long blade No thoughts of snake sticking Rockie our Rat Terrier pet Jumped 'pon retainer wall Then back down as fast as lightning The snake did forward crawl Putting some herbs in the basket. Out of corner of eye Something in a flash moved 'Twas a snake going by Looked like a rat snake mixed in straw "Twas a Copperhead then Sticking him with my blade so hard He crawled off, coiled just when I thought I had him conquered_ he Rattled, raised up, fangs showed Backing off out of reach, gave thought When he dropped, my blade goad He crawled off injured; Hope he died I didn't want him to strike At unprepared family member Enemy still dislike Inspired by: Debbie Guzzi Contest: Metamorph The form is similar to Quatrain but not exactly. It is a form used by Emily Dickinson in many of her poems. It is a type of Poulter's measure. It is 8,6,8,6 with the six rhyming. Verse is a stanza of a poem so these are stanzas or I can change it to Quatrain..


Details | Quintain (English) | |

Chef - Dad

If he were my Dad, he would be the best.
A distinguished Chef that taught me to cook.
An ever loving Heart, beats in his chest.
His spare time , he writes a Poetry book.
When its done; as a Poetry Family; We should all take a look.
.
I have a distinct advantage, in the Culinary Arts.
“Dad” was a self made Chef : Loved by Culinary : ALL.
You have an distinct advantage, with your Ever Loving Hearts.
We climb the stairs of Poetry; to the Poet Laureate’s Hall.
We spend half of Eternity, reading Poems upon the wall.

He's a teacher, a Chef, a poet; a husband that Loves his Wife.
Allthough she now lives in Heaven, as she has for forty years.
His heart has found someone new; that has given him new life.
Barbara Jean, whom I call Mom; has dried up past forlorn tears. 
He is a man deeply in love with everyone he knows, he loves all his peers.

This is a Quintain I wrote for Francine Roberts Contest "  English Quintain Contest
Dedicated to "Dad  and Mom" Harry D. Johnson aka Harry, HG, Liege and Barbara Jean
Gorlick aka BG, Mom I wrote this Dec. 3 I added the third stanza today Dec. 14


Details | ABC | |

Battle of the words

Bravery is the father of fears
Dreams are distant cousins of nightmares
Hope is the sister of prayers
Every night shame lays down and gets screwed by despair
Pollution abuses Mrs. atmosphere
It's a battle between personality and reality 
But obviously nobody cares
Maybe it's because big tough is the uncle of little scared
Planning is deeply in love with prepared
Procrastination is the biggest enemy of determination
Ignorance is jealous of realization
Sometimes strength can get sneak attacked by temptation
Silence can never defeat a great proclamation
When the brain disagrees with the heart
The body dies of complications


Love your self...



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THE AGING PROCESS

Many years ago, when we were all young,
We really thought life, would be so much fun.
While playing dress-up, trying on mom’s stuff,
Putting on make-up, we found to be tough.

Then came our schooling, and boy things would change,
“Those aren’t our parents”, when they acted strange.
Sometimes they were hip, but old-fashioned too,
That’s something I swore, I would never do.

Wishing you were older, adults had it made,
They would do nothing, yet still would be paid.
That is how little, we all had known,
We surely found out, once we were grown.

Loving the twenties, we’d go out with friends,
When we went shopping, we followed the trends.
Doing what we wanted, and staying out late,
It didn’t matter, what time we all ate.

Then came the thirties, and most of us wed,
Watch what you wish for, my parents had said.
We had to work hard, many bills to pay,
I guess they were right, what more can I say?

Raising your children, was hardest of all,
Needing some advice, your parent’s you’d call.
It seemed so easy, they needed no rest,
So now it’s your turn, you learned from the best.

The forties arrived, that was a shocker,
We’d spend lots of time, just at the doctor.
Back aches and headaches, so tired you’d be,
Trying not to cough, or else you would pee.

The fifties would come, and your grandkids too,
Where were your glasses? You hadn’t a clue.
You searched here and there, and under the bed,
“Hey grandma” they laughed, “They’re right on your head”.

Here come the sixties, now let’s have some fun,
You are retired; your work is all done.
To dinner with friends, you dressed and you wait,
They never show up, you have the wrong date.

Now the seventies, with friends playing games,
If only you could, remember their names.
You try hard to hide, those under-eye bags,
Gravity happens, and everything sags.

Enjoy every day, and have a good laugh,
All the steps you took, led down a new path.
Live life as it comes, each year a new page,
One thing is for sure, everyone will age.


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The Tranquillizers




                             THE HOSPITAL FAIRYLAND

They walked together, hand in hand,
Into life’s magical fairyland.
Where there was no trouble, where there was no pain.
Where life could really, begin all over again.
Where were no men in little white coats.
Forcing you all, to stuff drugs down your throats.
Forcing you to do, what you didn’t want to.
Telling you it was all for the best, for you,
People shouting, people crying.
Most of the people talking about dying.
What is this hell, we’ve all come to?
It’s called coming off drugs, we all have It to go through.
Where will it end, what will we do?
None of us really, has a clue.
We are given more pills, we are told, we have to take.
To the men in white coats, life’s a piece of cake.
We are the prisoners, they guard the doors.
Some try to creep out, on all fours.
Into hell and back, we go for a ride.
Eventually if we’re lucky, we come out the other side.
Where we can walk, hand in hand.
Into life’s magical Fairyland.
Where there is trouble, where there is pain.
But at least we can start, living again.





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"I WAS NOT BORN LIKE THIS BY CHOICE"

"I WAS NOT BORN LIKE THIS BY CHOICE" 

My eyes are my voice,
I was not born like this by choice,
My eyes enjoy all they see,
And on most days I am quite happy.

My eyes are my voice,
I was not born like this by choice,
My voice, although not quite loud,
Can always melt hearts in a crowd.

My eyes are my voice,
I was not born like this by choice,
Please don't judge me because I am unable,
I don't deserve that kind of label.

My eyes are my voice,
I was not born like this by choice,
My mom says it's part of Gods plans,
I believe her, we're His biggest fans!

Are your eyes your voice?
Were you born like that by choice?
Is your voice quiet or is it loud?
And can it be heard, or felt, in a crowd?

My eyes are my voice,
I was not born like this by choice,
Some people think I am broken,
But others say, no, just soft-spoken.

My eyes are my voice,
I was not born like this by choice,
My smiles and giggles are not misplaced,
They are there on my pretty face!

My eyes are my voice,
I was not born like this by choice,
I have feelings like all the rest,
I am me at my worst, and my very best.

My eyes are my voice,
I was not born like this by choice,
Researchers are searching at a steady pace,
Rett Syndrome cure is their race!

My eyes are my voice,
I was not born like this by choice,
Look into my voice, it's plain to see,
A cure is needed for my Rett sisters and me!

COPYRIGHT ©2010 ~ Ronna G. Reid


Details | Free verse | |

Life Story

I was beaten
With a belt or a hand
Time after time
When I supposedly did wrong
They never warned
Just did
They don't care
So why should I
This is my life story
And I've chosen
Chosen the dark road
They always pushed me
Told me to do my best
But my best was never goo enough
They beat
They yelled
But not once did they ever think
That it would effect me
From 1-13 I have no recollection of happiness
There's a gap of where my memories should be
This is my life story
Cut short


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There Was A Time We Weren't Ashamed Of God


There was a time in America, when the Bible was taught in the schools. The ten commandments were displayed, as “God’s set of rules.” There was a time in America, where the cross could be displayed. Even in public places, people came together and prayed. There was a time in America, there was no “church and state” separation. As people all across this country asked God to help this nation. There was a time in America, where people knew right from wrong. You could see it in the way they lived, and could here it in their song. There was a time in America where one was proud to be a Christian. One could take stand for holiness, without coming under “suspicion.” There was a time in America, when mom and dad were together… Now, any kind of a commitment to marriage seems lost forever There was a time in America, where many were proud of “tradition.” There seems to be a lack of any kind of “spiritual nutrition.” There was a time in America, where so many could proudly say; “I’m going to read the bible and go to church on Sunday.” This is the time for America, to wake up and try to understand. We need to seek God right now! All over this land! This is the time for America, to listen and begin to hear… The coming of our Lord is drawing ever so near! NOW is the time to seek the Lord, while he may be found! The word of God needs to be read in every city and town! Won’t you too seek God and listen to his voice today? Simply give him your heart and life… This could be YOUR day! By Jim Pemberton


Details | I do not know? | |

Love hurts, my love

Love is something that I struggle with,
Trying to be loved by that right one,
But can't proceed because I'm ashamed,
Ashamed that I might not love right,
Ashamed that people may look and talk,
Ashamed of how my family would react,
Ashamed by the temptation of my life,
The temptation of my heart,
My mind is saying it's not right,
But my heart is saying yes,
Just be you.
I've tried pleasing people and giving people the world,
And I've been half pleasing back,
I know not to look for anything,
But I can't help it, when I haven't received much.
Love for me is a real struggle,
I'm being loved by someone,
Someone special to my heart,
Someone that shows me the world,
Who gives me encouraging words,
But I can't love back,
For some reason.
From now on I'm a try,
Try to love to the fullest,
I really want to love,
And be loved,
I want to feel love from my family,
Loved by the most beautiful, caring, funniest, serious at time, smart,and well talented person,
Love, love, love,
What a mystery WORD!!


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Stronger Than She Thinks.....

She is a loving mother, 
 her pain is like no other.
Kids taken all at once away.
 A price too steep to have to pay.

Holds her head up high, 
 when all she wants to do is die.
She thinks her pain is masked, 
 but as you see, its no easy task.

She's strong and still fights, 
 even when they say she has no rights.
She dreams of seeing her kids, 
 trying hard to keep the pain hid.

She goes to court and really fights, 
 only to come home alone and cry at night.
Still, she continues this uphill battle.
 Her confidence, they constantly rattle.

Goes to work and tries to smile, 
 as her heart is breaking all the while.
Wish I was a much better sister, 
 who called and let her know I missed her.

I had my own tumultuous issues, 
 it was she who really needed the tissues.
I just had a crappy, low life man.
 By her side her family should stand.

Instead they all give her grief.
 Do they not see her pain will never be brief?
No, they all say they are sorry, but they're full of lies.
 Didn't they know it was her LIFE in demise?

A better sister, I'll try to be.
 Her back she never turned to me.
I hope she knows she's loved and cared for.
 Her smile I'd like to see more.

I know that's no easy task.
 But that I will still ask.
As they push her to the brink,
 She's stronger than she ever thinks.




A combined effort for Kristy.....


Details | Rhyme | |

blood transfusion



Details | Quatrain | |

The Owl and the PusyCat Sail

Together the Owl and the PusyCat were married
Then again sailed out over the deep blue seas
Searching forever for the great Land of Nod,
To the place where they could find true peace.
True peace, true peace… Where they could find true peace.

The love that twined forever within their hearts
They sought throughout all the wonderous lands
Going to the place where they would live in peace,
A place where true peace, rules and lives in the hearts of the land.
The land, the land… Where true peace lives in the heart of the land.

Alas, the love of the heart, though truly not easy to find…
Is easier to find than the love of peace, found throughout the land.
So it’s said they will continue to sail, until that day comes true,
And when they land for the final time, will be up to me and you.
Me and you, me and you… That day will be up to me and you.



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Waiting

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

Inconceivable, this pain I bear

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

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


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Ash to a Rose

as we age it is time to reflect,
a moment in time but a tiny speck.
Looking back to see our value I suppose,
how fertile we were like ash to a rose.
If only we could our wisdom impart,
somehow stamp it on  a young one's heart
the value of wisdom you see,
when I was young it was unknown to me.
selfishly thinking I was invincible,
not grasping the basic principle.
That without the ash on a rose,
we can't appreciate the choices we chose.
We go on thinking selfishly,
no one is as smart as me.
What an arrogant existence that must be,
without the wisdom of the elderly.




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Chief Roaring Eagle

He sits Alone, In the rising sun ;  or is it a setting Moon?
With a birch bark Flute, a sadden Heart plays a very lonely tune
Go north, then west, says Chief Roaring Eagle, I’ll be with You soon

You can feel the tears of  “Roaring Eagle” rolling down Your cheek
As he plays a forlorn melody ( of history ) his birch bark flute : sings bleak
For his Native American Ancestry : a Heritage  where tribal Leaders “Speak”
Of Yesterdays, when canoes would travel the rivers, catching trout in the creek

In remembrance when Buffalo, Deer, roamed the plains, Salmon owned streams
When a Young Brave, became a man, Hunting  in the Forest ; Alone with His dreams
Alone with the mysteries of Life with the voice of Forefathers’  forever heard screams
As the Flute sings to the barren  forest of bygones,Chief Roaring Eagle’s Eye, Gleams

In Thanksgiving to the Almighty, the Song of Life , Continues to reassure the Living
The echoes of the birch bark flute reverberate through a dieing forest, ever Living
Go North, then West, to a new land where the Songbirds sing of LOVE: and Thrive
Where the melody of a birch bark Flute ; Sings to Nature we are now again “ ALIVE

Inspired by the Contest "Tell His Story" sponsored by ~Constance~ A Rambling POET
         Written by HGarvey Daniel Esquire~~ Dedicated to all Native Americans
                                               9th Place


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Tumbleweeds


Memories tumble through my mind, some, missing for a while.
I try to fill in the blanks. Others, I sweep into the corners.
You know, the ones that are easier forgotten.
Tumbleweeds...my memories have become tumbleweeds.
I take snapshots of the cherished ones, giving them a home
before they blow away in the savage wind.
"Did I tell you my mom liked to dance?"
"Yes", I remember.
I hear the music, her long hair bouncing with each step.
She doesn't dance anymore.
Moments gone...memories fleeting.
"Did I tell you my dad played drums?"
"Yes", I remember. 
I hear rat-a-tat-tat in my head.
I used to sing at the top of my lungs while he played.
He never seemed to mind my shrill, little girl voice.
I miss him, I miss his drums. Music is not the same.
I close my eyes and another memory blows through spaces.
My brother is racing his bike down the street FAST.
He is about ten, all legs in his shorts.
"Where are you going?" I call after him, too late.
He is gone and I wonder if he was ever here.
Some do go astray I remind myself.
Missing memories...missing love.
"Wait, come back", I yell. I'm still here.
Ruminating, I ask myself if we ever know the ones we love.
No, not really. I remember.
Frantic, I reach for the tumbleweeds.
I reach for my two earthly fathers who are long gone...
I see them. Then, they blow away, missing again.
I chase them futilely. The savage wind still blows.
Across grains of desert sand, I will never know why.
Tumbleweeds...my memories have become tumbleweeds.

By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders
March 2, 2012
Second Place in Chris Aechtner's Let the Masks Fall Contest




Details | Free verse | |

Complete Isolation

Am I man or ghost?
Am I mortal or apparition?
Questions or choices
or entwined reality?
For a state of confusion
sleeps within my fiber, and
slowly rips asunder, the final
sliver of my contemporary humanity,

Sunrises and sunsets go unseen,
as I fully embrace my departure
from time, human contact, and connection,
with a creative conviction and devotion
to my only passion as an excuse, a deceitful
reason to shelter myself from the tender
moments that keep emotions empowered
and empathy evolved,

Yet truth is untied by introspection,
and as I analyze, I accept reality,
Seclusion has become to me, the 
fruit that protects the emotional
body but imprisons the loving mind,
and by this bittersweet conundrum,
I am bound and devoted to this ambivalence,
by the mere comfort and promise of
being content,

And by such a promise, I have
personified my fear of emotional
agony, yet tamed its risk with the 
fierce whip of isolation, thus the shame
and allure become as one, And as I
lose who I was, and tolerate who I am,
my disconnection from humanity
hurts those who care, yet keeps me
safe, with ink as my final outlet,

Still, as I sacrifice need for need,
I am not the one who still suffers,
Those with hearts that beat for me,
have become victims of my seclusion,
and I ache for them, but less and less
with each breath, For my isolation
continues to force its fee, and I notice
only after it is taken, and as I see their pain,

Only my thoughts are heard, my wishes
important, and my contentment decreed,
And despite visions of tears and sorrow
that were once my salvation, Now, I 
only look away, and remain a willing
prisoner in the sweet self shelter, of
the nothingness I show, and will one day
feel, without rue...


Details | Sestina | |

The Maid, the Magpie and the Mirror

Gazing, at its own reflection is the Magpie.
A magic bird, a mystical creature, with a soul
and the power to see things, the power of scrying.
It sees a tomb in ancient Egypt. It sees death.
A soul locked within a glorious bronze mirror,
Cleopatra and her Maid in a bond unbroken.

Time passes in silence as deep as the unbroken
promise of endless wisdom, gifted by the Magpie.
whose caws the Maid hears, within the depths of the mirror,
calls to the Queen, her Cleopatra, to her soul.
Magpie speaks to She on the Eastern Barge in the afterlife of death,
and to her Maid entombed. The sacred bird so near scrys.

The Magpie sits within oasis staring into the pool. It scrys
for all this time, its vigil, its protection, never broken.
Even when the sarcophagus is carried to the necropolis of the dead,
without, unknown, the bird speaks wisely through reflection, her Magpie.
Entombed, his Queen and her Maid, their bodies but not their souls,
Queen, Maid and Magpie, each cast a last gaze, alive within the mirror.

The Vows of Innocence, the Maid bespeaks the mirror.
Pleas to the Swallower of Shades, both Queen and Maid have scried
to The Burning One, and claim no lie, upon their soul.
As the light dims within the Maids eyes, in tomb unbroken,
she sees the life of her Queen and their Magpie
pass fast upon the brass, last breath of life and dying.

Oh, too soon the end, moans the Maid, I am dying.
Her life's reflection moves bronzed upon the mirror.
She screams, "My Queen," but hears only the caw of Magpie.
All around her other servants succumb and cry, whilst she sits scrying,
and the Magpie flies above in life entombed, eternity, unbroken.
As she beseeches all the Gods to save her soul.

The Magpie's spirit self moves within the mirror's soul.
He swoops gathering Cleopatra's essence, past the dying,
and brings her to the Maids side unbroken.
In afterlife upon the Eastern Barge they join the mirrored
whole, for he, the bird of magic, Magpie, has called and scried
it so. Part light of life, part dark of death, the Magpie.

The essence of each entwine united within this eternal mirror
for the Magpie cannot bear their deaths. He will protect and forever scry
in life the mirror sits unbroken a stolen bauble, and in it they dwell with the Magpie.





Details | Free verse | |

Surprising Kindness

I came upon an old man,
A homeless, wretched soul.
He looked so sad and helpless,
In his hands, he held a bowl.
He was propped against the building,
So, his weakness would not show.
He saw the world through glasses,
With hair as white as snow.

I heard my father whisper,
As my eyes filled with tears,
“One need much more than money,
One needs his loved ones near.”
My father loved his family,
Does this old one feel the same?
With my father’s soul beside me
I asked the old one’s name.

His name, he said with feeling,
Was lost with all he owned.
A thief assumed his identity,
Then, all he had was blown.
His wife died in December,
The vulture, then closed in,
Pounced while he was grieving,
Then, his life changed again.

I gathered the frail body to me,
Spoke kindly, acknowledged his need,
A home and a heart full of loving,
My family would plant the seeds.
Love is the first to be planted,
Followed by trust in their care.
My father’s spirit surrounds us,
His example taught us to share.

The old one lost all his pallor,
With love and trust he gained
More than he ever hoped for,
Another family, who gave him a name.
Grandpa, we decided to dub him
As we fought for all he had lost.
As he won the last legal battle,
His life was the price that it cost.

The old one wanted cremation.
My mother did not and she prayed.
Next thing we knew came a lawyer,
And the Last Will and Testament played.
My mother, for once, became speechless,
And I drew in no better air.
Grandpa was there in the picture,
Leaving us undisputed heirs.


Details | Rhyme | |

Instead Of Loving Me As Christ Does


Instead Of Loving Me As Christ Does… Instead of stopping by, and thinking of me… You walked away and thought the worst of me! Instead of taking the time to ask; “Is anything wrong?” You got upset and told me; “I don’t belong!” Instead of spending time with me in prayer… You “brushed me off.” And didn’t even care! Instead of extending God’s mercy and grace… You “smeared my name” all over the place! Instead of being Christ example as you pretend to be… You made up your mind to “have nothing to do with me!” What if Christ treated others the way you do?” Would there being any meaning in HIS words; “I love you?” What if, for just a brief moment in time… Christ chose to be angry, rude and unkind? Are you willing to be Christ’ example? Is his love in you? Can I find a “sample?” What if we all treated others the way Christ does? Knowing that it’s all of us that Christ truly loves! May this be a wake up call and a reminder! We need to love as Christ does! And be kinder! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Cinquain | |

Baby

Baby
A couple's dream
Born to give happiness
Innocence brightening your face
Baby


Details | I do not know? | |

Life

From the seed divided,
to exist in a sea,
sustaining,
nurturing, warming,
protecting,
what is delicate life.

Until thrust into the light
screaming in shock,
cold,
unprotected,
forced to inhale first
breath of life,
a new comforting sea,
enveloping,
setting free.

First vision
a beautiful sight,
blurred and unfocused,
stares into the memorized face
of dreams,
as gentle hands 
impress, warm, caress,
soft textured folds.

Tears,
warm the face,
ears, attune
to soothing vibrations,
breathing deep, 
inhaling wonderful fragrances,
familiar,
environment different,
yet the same,
from first division,
imprinted heartbeat,
the bond of life.


Details | Quatrain | |

Dad Was The Last Snowflake

The last great snowflake standing
Little snowflakes fell swiftly
All around the house they fell
Eight male flakes_three little girls

House was lively in winter
As they all warmed by the fire
Boys' boistour tales, girls brush long hair
Then silence all rested heads

At four A.M. each morn_chores
Breakfast, lunch packed off to school
Walking that long mile was rule
School was important dad said

Soon the oldest snowflake wed
As life goes all followed him
Leaving the warm hearth behind
Some of them to produce twins

As life goes_death visited
All their humble doors sadness
Some had children die at birth
And some at very young age

What they saw in their lifetime
Changes that took place_cars_planes
Atom bomb that ended war
None their warm family disgraced

Death started visiting doors
One above  middle went home first
Then slowly they all went home
But dad was the last snowflake


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Family

by Michael J Falotico

                                                  Family is something I lost for a period of time..
                                              I lost track what was important and what was mine..
                                                 On the stairs of life I've certainly have missed a few..
                                                         I laid in a bed of old rather then new..
                                                 No light from the sky or voices in my head were 
                                                    needed to show me a course that I was led..
                                             Just Family and the most simple act of caring and love
                                                   is all it took to open my eyes and see above..
                                                 I'm there crutch when life is hard and their in need..
                                         And they are my crutch when I'm down and can't be freed..
                                                 With both crutches we walk together tall and strong..
                                                Because without Family it's just music with no song..
    

inspired by Linda The SweetHeart
of Poetry Soup


Details | Ballade | |

Imagine

Imagine lakes of dreams 
Blood contained streams
Imagine oceans that behold undiscovered beings
Imagine human life depended off of cheers and games
Man design’s umbrellas
And eventually would play a part in acid rain
Imagine not wanting to smell another rose 
Or touch another soul 
Because of despair and shame
Imagine in the mist of your demise
You have the passion to rejoice and sing
Imagine driving pass shattered glass
The interior  is soaked with blood stains
Your mind can't comprehend the fact 
that it's a dead family in the next lane
Imagine dreaming for freedom
As a result by your neck you hang
Imagine for the sake of progress 
You whip a man on his back and call him a slave.
Rage, Pain, Fortune, and fame
You don't have to imagine this 
Because that's what life brings.


Details | Acrostic | |

ABUSE

Agony
Blood
Unrealistic pain
Sheer terror
Emotional scars that never heal


Details | Free verse | |

Two Women, Similar Yet Different

Two Women, Similar Yet Different




Educated yet could not prevail,
School of hard knocks,
Similar Yet Different.

A lavish life yet unfulfilled,
Appreciative of what life brings,
Similar Yet Different.

Ignorance lacking accountability,
Responsible yet naive,
Similar Yet Different.

Egotistical taunting artfully,
Craft fully expressing discontent,
Similar Yet Different.

Crocodile tears yearning notice,
Noiseless hiss of strength,
Two Women, Similar Yet Different.




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Lord, I've Been Hurting

		
	
Lord., I've Been Hurting!

This one thing I am
 most certain…
Lately I’ve been really hurtin’.

I trying to do right, but it 
turns out “wrong.”
Where, in life,
do I really belong?

So many people
 pass me by.
Sometimes, someone
may say;  “hi!”

I don’t know if this message is
 getting across?
I feel so confused and 
completely lost.

A message of “help” has my
 prayer and plea…
For God to reach out to me!

He reached down and
made me whole!
HIS love and compassion
 filled my soul!

Spending time with Jesus
 is time well spent!
It was for you and me that 
Jesus was sent!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

Loosing It

  < Early morning,

   Its rainy and dark,

   Quit dull,

   Cloudy and gray,

   Emotions flowing not,

   So dim and sadden,

   Stuck in a zone,

   Feeling all alone,

   Suddenly blacken,

   Now dressed in lace,

   And black satin,

   Emotions flowing all over,

   Yet still lost,

   Dazed and amazed,

   Felt crushed pancake flatten......>






Details | Light Poetry | |

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY

For all the love
Good care and affection
That you've given me
For all the tender pain
You've been through
When you carried me
When you were pregnant

For all your passion and tolerance
With me when I was a head ache
For all the things you've done
And still doing for me
What will I do without you?
You were there since the day I was born
You know me better than anyone

This is the reason why I am so proud
To called you 'MUM'
Your love is more expensive
Than gold, money and diamond
And more than anything in this world

Without you
There is no love
There is no life
What you've tought me
Is a guidance through the journey my life

I don't know how to finish
To repay you for everything
I love you and I admire you so much
I don't want to lose you
Because you are my richest
My love and my passion

I love you so much...
...MOTHER!
And I don't see why you don't deserve
The best wishes...
...HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!


Details | Narrative | |

A Blind Sunset

He glances out the window,
And watches the sunset,
But he doesn’t see the beauty,
Nor the warm rays which, 
Pierces through the glass,
Only the anticipation and, 
Anxiety of a long night,

Carefully, he watches, 
The colors change,
First the bright orange, 
"God I pray this never ends…"
Filling with a deep red,
"Just a little while longer…"
Slowly softening to the, 
Deceptive pinks and purples,
"Please, one more minute…"
Fading into the crimson black,
Which only night can bring,

Reluctantly, he gets ready for sleep,
Yet, knows it will never come,
He tossed and turns,
Half praying, half waiting,
Knowing what will happen,
In the way only a child can,

A light! It peeks through a crack,
In the door as a shadow floods the opening,
Quickly, the figure slips through the door,
And shuts it softly, but not without the,
Empty creak which has become so familiar,
The shadow climbs in beside him,
Touching his trembling leg, whispering,

“Hush little brother, it’ll be alright,
While I’m here, have no fear,
I’ll keep you safe tonight,”

He struggles and writhes,
Sadly knowing he will never,
Break the grip and prays to faint,
To loss all consciousness and,
Memory of that horrible night,
Just for one night without the pain,
Just for one night without, 
The cold empty feeling, 

Several years pass, too many to count, 
A single call, one he had never expected,
He rushes to the hospital to find, 
His tormentor for so many years,
Lying on a cold, hard bed,
Able to move, but only by pushing a button,
Able to speak, but only with a whisper,

He stays by him for weeks, caring for him,
Reading to him, watching over him,
Still suffering, still unable to move, 
He takes his brother home, 

The day goes on, moving slow as all,
The evening comes and he,
Watches once more as the sun sets,
Carefully watching, Orange to red,
Red to purple, and as the purple turns to black,
He walks into the room where his brother lies,
Slowly, he sits next to him, holding a pillow,
Stroking his head whispering,

“Hush big brother, it’ll be alright,
While I’m here, have no fear,
I’ll keep you safe tonight,”

The difference between right and wrong,
Can be hard to find,
But who’s there to see you,
When justice is blind?



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Only God Can Answer

When I was very young, 
Dad and I would fly my kite.
So one day I finally asked him, 
"how does God make wind and light?"
"Only God can answer that."
He told me with a smile.
"So ask him when you get there!"
I nodded, then played a while.
When we first turned sixteen, 
my best friend got a brand new car.
We had plans for Friday night, 
but Wednesday, she didn't get far.
I cried when I hung up the phone, 
"Daddy! Why my best friend?"
He came and sat down on my bed, 
as we talked about the end. 
"Only God can answer that."
He told me with a smile.
"So ask him when you get there."
Then I laid and cried a while.
Further down the road, 
I stood dressed up in white.
The night that I'd been waiting for, 
I'd found my Mr. Right!
I asked, "Daddy why am I so blessed?
I seem to have it all!
When some just have no luck, 
they don't have much at all."
"Only God can answer that."
He told me with a smile.
"So ask him when you get there."
Then he walked me down the aisle.
Then thirty years flew by.
Two jobs, Dad's cancer, and my baby.
and Daddy's time grew shorter, 
and every day became a maybe. 
Then sadly the Dr. said "its time to say goodbye "
and by his bed I stood.
I just couldn't believe it, 
that he'd be gone for good.
"Daddy why do you have to go?"
I asked him as I sobbed.
I knew it was his time, 
but still, my heart felt robbed. 
"I'll ask him when I get there..."
he told me with a smile.
"If I even care! I'll meet Jesus in a while!
I know you think that this will hurt you, 
but these days are grains of sand, 
and heaven is the Ocean!
We'll be together once again."


Details | Rhyme | |

Letter to a '" Gentle Man " ( Repost )

He was quiet, and so very shy
His Loving " Poetry " , caught my eye

I felt his Tender Heart, flutter for me
I saw his Loving Heart ; Pen POETRY

Beautiful POETRY, and " I "  “The wonder of his words”
My Heart entwines with his, Everlasting LOVE : Endures

Throughout the Eons of Forever I have watched his sadness
My Beloved, Your Eternal Love Always brings my Heart Gladness

You sit beside me, at the Never ending banqueting  tables of Heaven
Alas : do not waste Your Love, waiting to be with me in Eden’s Garden

I see in the window of Your Heart, the mirror of Your Soul
The image in Your eyes, " Barbara Jean " and YOU Picnic on a California Knoll

The fond memories of Your breath, caressing my breast,  are now Hers
My Spirit smiles at Your happiness : Love Her as You do me
My Heart elated to see You Love again , long lost Emotions stir :
Barbara Jean , Take care of and Love  this “Gentle Man” for all Eternity
Bring Joy to his Life again , and to me Satisfaction that He "is" LOVED again

Inspired by Nathan Dilts’ Contest “ The Opposite Sex”
Dedicated to  " Barbara Jean " ; By " Lenore Ellen "
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Details | Lyric | |

Normal To Me

This isn't just a poem This isn't just another emotion This is me, these are my thoughts The Imagery is my sight, And The Allegories are my Life I'm lonely, There is just me But there's so many people around but no one can hear my loudest screams Don't Shout nor Scream This is all just Normal To Me I'm torn, I'm Cut Part of my heart stabbed, and then taken from me The Search for my innocence, Is like a moa hunt Don't Shout nor Scream This is all just Normal To Me Laughing and Jokes all directed towards me Just to Hurt me Cover all of the Halls "Fag, Emo, Queer" Words I too often know Don't Shout nor Scream This is all just Normal To Me Curling her hair putting on her makeup "You're worthless and nothing to Me" Says the so-called all-loving-one As she screams: "Why am I not Pretty" Don't Shout nor Scream This is all just Normal To Me This is not just a poem not just some words my pen cries with each words But this is Just a Glimpse Don't Shout nor Scream This is all just Normal To Me


Details | Free verse | |

I AM ALIVE

I AM ALIVE!

Your mistake, my creation

In truth I am just speck  

Flowering obliviously in your gut

Does that mean distraction?

 

My heart now beats

And I bear fits filled with my future

Waiting to be unleashed to the world unknown,

With my eyes wide shut

I imagine you to try and picture you

I hear you speak, I hear you laugh

Isn’t that the perfect lullaby?

 

My legs kick hard but you try to hide:

One night’s extravaganza

All under your T-shirt

Like it’s all in a day’s work 

Don’t you want me mommy?

  

I am the gift you never asked for  

But then life is to die for.

How I wish to write to Santa,

Have him deem my innocence

Before he awards me with my gift

I get life for Christmas? 

Afford me the chance to be!

I am alive I breath through you.


Details | Quatrain | |

Average Age 19

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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





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



Details | Rispetto | |

A Farmhouse Vale

Mist evolves down the hillside into the vale Where the farmhouses sit all put together There’s no sense of wind here, there’s no bit of gale Just one leery breeze that blends with the other The houses confine themselves within the shade And warmth flows there inside the chimneys conveyed Where some sides of the buildings glisten in light Sparkles with joy from now until the broad night It is early morning, fires are still aglow Burned all night with wood stored in the wicker trug Sparks, spitting out making a huge firework show A carefully placed guard to save the rag rug. Mam is stirring the porridge, a lovely sight Papa’s gone to the byre, check cows are alright Daybreak is here, the children need to awake Breakfast, then the long trek to school they must take Within the boundaries so warm and cozy The sights of any day of enlightenment No matter day or night the valley I see Complete, whole and surely full of contentment Around the kitchen table they had sat this night Mam with her sewing, Papa smiling at the sight Children asleep tucked up in their gossamer down In this idyllic place, the valley they call home A Collaboration between Russell Sivey and Seren Roberts


Details | Free verse | |

Swimming With Ava~

Sinking pearls of stone, in an obligatory skip
before the plunge
Haloing the horizon in silver riddles
and the earth is still.
No tides to bite the green watered breath.
No new moons eclipsed by the earth's turn to greatness.
And we laugh.
Laugh in salty brine and cosmos air.
Following the stone's tunnels in a dive into the blue.
Capturing smoothness of hair and palms.
Breaking the evening ocean floor in rhythm
as we catapult to surface calm.
Silver tipped fish wings scatter in water rings.
Algae backed hermit crabs skitter on crackling legs.
And we are the epitome of glee tonight with a fist full of ocean
and two thirds of a wish never ending.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Goodbye Marybeth

Marybeth, my little sister, the baby of the family.
A wild blonde, just like her mom, 
She had to have her candy!
From weed to perks, triple two-ees and ludes
Marybeth and Judy were always stewed.
That was in high school, and a few years before
They both settled down like the girl next door.
A husband and children just like Karen and Kate
But mom never met them
She had them too late.
Spent time with her dad, she loved him to death,
He hated her husband, She was his Marybeth!
She shared all her secrets and turned him against
The man that she married - it didn't make sense.
Mare landed a job with the Kromberger clan
They loved her like family; maybe more than...
Her life was too short, her children too young
To lose their dear mother, God, what have You done?
She paid all her dues with the pain she endured
For the past seven years with no hope for a cure.
Being blind was another effect of the coma
And a few years went by before carcinoma 
Eating food from a cup was humbling for sure,
But Mare always kept some humor in store
Her wish when she left us, was for us not to cry
Remember the good times, and stop asking why.
Her time was her time and we'll all have our day
For leaving this life, for slipping away
Our guardian angels are right by our sides
They take our hand gently along with our Guides
And cross us to where we no longer need
The pain and the suffering to which we agreed.
There's always a reason, for the things of today
We can't see the big picture, Faith asks us to pray.
One fact is for sure, we all have a Life Purpose
It's always much deeper than what's seen on the surface
Marybeth's purpose included us all
I'm grateful for that, but what the heck was it for?
Someday I'll look back, probably next New Years Eve.
A year will have passed, I'll still not have grieved.
The hard part for me is the 'wanting' to leave.
Tired of living?  I just can't conceive.
Watch what you 'give,' you will surely receive
Exactly the same as your intention conceived.
It may have been wrapped in beautiful gold
Expecting more thanks than the newspaper-rolled.
Giving without expectations in mind
Is the secret of leaving this world behind.
Then we get to stay and see what makes us tick
We don't judge, we don't talk, just observe 
Don't get sick.
It's not personal.  Whew....
Love you Mare, See you there.


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OUR MANY BLESSINGS

OUR MANY BLESSINGS
By the Poets Listed in the first comment
 
Life is full of wonderment and blessings well received.
The greatest gift, so well conceived, the freedom to believe.
Thanking God that in this glorious world He perceived.
There, stands today beauty and grandeur that awed we can achieve.
Our ancestors, many moons ago, the motherland did flee.
Enriching lives, harvest, and family in this land of milk and honey.
Gratitude after we gathered the fruits of our great labors.
Holding hands with love we pray with family, friends, and neighbors.
Thankfulness for waking to feel warm sun on our face, all hail.
The wind's breeze, melodies in green trees from sweet nightingales,
You cast off my chains; you set me free, through true eyes, now I see.
Each dawn I give thanks I am free!  Thank you, Lord from the real me.
Thank you for my mind and heart and trusting me from the start.
For the sun, the moon, the stars, and all your creatures who take part.
Also for things in me once damaged, now mending a new start.
To live this life, day to day, with the minimum of fuss-
We believe in many things, that the joys of life bring us.
From majestic mountains, to the tiniest of bugs,
Wondrous bountiful God, created these for poetry.
I am sending GOOD energy, to my friends, and hugs.
My thanks are carried on waves over the November seas. 
To friends from afar who grace my life with comfort and ease.
One unending relationship with God and His wonderful love...
Four sons, the gifts given to me from Heaven high above,
I am so thankful to be gifted with so many different things.
And being healthy under loving angel's caring wings
One great blessing: I begin to see the world was more than me.
Methodical.  Prodigal.  More logical, I found the great light love.
Within our thankful hearts today, a prayer is softly said,
Blessing all who join with us as we eat and share our bread.
Our lives are enriched by family and friends that we love.
With grateful hearts, we thank our generous Father above.
The wonders of your world, Lord, Earthbound and on the wing,
Our hearts are filled with happiness for every blessed thing.
So, thank you, Lord for everything that upon us you bestowed.
Especially for your love dear, Lord that bountifully has flowed.
                                                                               Amen

CONTRIBUTING POETS in alphabetical order: See the first comment.  We had great 
participation.  Thank you, my poet dear friends for your contributions to this Thanksgiving 
poem.  Lovingly, Dane Ann


Details | I do not know? | |

To my granny

So, granny, they tell me you died yesterday
i wish i could have known you better,
i wish i knew the stories you had,
of love and loss, of joy and sorrow,
I could sit for hours, listening, and learning
A sweet old lady, with a long history, how beautiful is that?

I was busy, struggling, with my own story.
Wow, i do have regret, a loss,
i guess, i should have reached out to you,
been your student, 
what did you have to teach?

I hear you were angry,
9 children, dozens of grandchildren and theirs
no one visited you, showed you love, 
not even me.

So, you are in the afterlife now,
released, and let go of the tired body.
Our tears are with you, in our loss,
We all loved you, but were too wounded by life,
to see you, to know you, to be close. 
The love we should have had. 

I painted you, sitting in purgatory,
surrounded by the angels of healing,
I ask the angels to hold you gently as you cry, 
and nurture your wounds from this life 
The colors of regret and anger,
dissolving, 
into acceptance and love.

we all need you to heal quickly
and be our guide. 
A voice from heaven
teaching us to love more, give more and forgive.
 
We all give thanks to the life you lived,
and the lives you brought into this world. 
We will all appreciate each other more,
a little more giving, a little more love, 
all inspired by the life you lived and left.


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Michael's Blessed Birthday (Kyrielle Sonnet)

Have a blessed birthday Michael J Today I knelt for you to pray May His guiding light shine on you God’s grace I pray will bring you through May you have strength on your birthday With family this holiday Celebrating with faith like new God’s grace I pray will bring you through As your son returns home today Like a rainbow brightens the day Continue to wear a smile too God’s grace I pray will bring you through Have a blessed birthday Michael J God’s grace I pray will bring you through © Joseph, 11/20/07 © All Rights Reserved Hello Michael, have a blessed birthday and Thanksgiving holiday with your brave son and family. May God bless each of you always and as a family! The Kyrielle Sonnet is a French form from the Middle Ages. It has 14 lines (three rhyming quatrains and a non-rhyming couplet). It has a repeating line or phrase as a refrain in the last line of each stanza. Each line within the Kyrielle Sonnet has eight syllables. There are times when a French poem links back to the poem’s beginning; therefore, a common practice is to combine the first line of the first quatrain and the refrain in each quatrain as the ending couplet for the poem.


Details | I do not know? | |

Why

As I remain here where I lie,
I keep asking that I will quickly die.
 
I hate this stupid self-centered life,
where all people are filled with hate & strife.

As my mom feels so wonderful from popping pills, 
I'm stuck here with the worst gut-wrenching feeling that kills.

I'm sick of my life being filled with tears, cutting, & sadness.
Why can't we just end all the madness?

Why can't people have a life where no tears are seen, only laughs, smiles, & happiness.
And no one could intervene?


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GRANNY

On hearing your death
What creep in my head was
Akon's Pot of Gold
Its melody within heart
You have served your purpose
So Rest in Peace
Born to Love
But it enslaved and betrayed
And onwards you pressed
Your foils nurtured your old age
As strong as you were
Your battle on the thin line
You won hands down
I admire You
Last week I saw and greeted 
You were fit
What an awesome recovery
Indeed your Maker wiped your tears
But now it is finished
Well done
As a kid I run onto your bosom on visits
Then rained on me praises
But I lost contact
Next I saw you on life’s field of war
Then despised, not long
I grew wise to know
For with time all will grow
Was in turn and showered care
Hope you recognized
Thanks for your Blessings
My half seed of lineage
May God lay you to a Peaceful rest
Where Love will search to find you
Your foils cry
Swollen red are our fragile eyes
Thousand thorns within our hearts
Pain abounds here
May your Spirit comfort us
Smile down once again
Smile down once again
Memories well built would be well kept
Strong willed, Religious, Grateful 
Lord we are thankful
Yours forever
A Single Parent's sweat lay to Rest in Peace.

©Kofi Asokwa-Nkansah


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Have You Been Hurt By Religion

Have You Been Hurt By “Religion”?

Are you tired of “religious people”
 knocking at your door?
You wish they’d leave...  “You can’t take it anymore!”

Have you been hurt by “church people” sometime in the past?
Somehow they hurt you...  And the pain continues to last…

Have you been “wounded” by something
 somebody has said?
Perhaps you wonder if “they wish you were dead…”

Perhaps there’s someone that you 
may have “befriended…”
They have done something that
 has hurt you and “offended.”

There’s probably many people that you wish would “go away.”
Because of something they’ve 
done to “darken your day.”

I’ve been there many times…  Believe me I know.
How someone’s actions or words can hurt your soul.

Even those who go to church are 
often not very kind.
And they don’t hesitate to 
give you “a piece of their mind.”

Religion is not the answer.  Look to Jesus 
and the life he gives!
He alone has the power to love
 and completely forgive!

It’s only in his shed blood that you can find atonement.
He can change your life now!  This very moment!

He can heal your broken heart and wounded spirit.
An everlasting joy and love...  He freely gives it!

He can do what no “church” or “religion” could ever do
He can restore your life today.  
And make you BRAND NEW!!!

By Jim Pemberton


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How Can We Hurt The Ones We Love

How Can We Hurt The Ones We Love?

How can we hurt the very ones that we love?
How can we easily neglect our God above?

It seems like I often heard about many victims
Many times, it’s from a loved one who’s been with them!

The hate and the anger that boils from deep within.
Often “boils over” toward our family and friends.

It’s the love of Christ that we need to find!
His love can totally cleanse our life and mind!

The hearts of many families are bruised and broken.
By the harshness of many of the words spoken.

If we would allow Jesus to rule and reign.
We’d have little reason to murmur or complain.

If we would yield our lives to the master’s will…
The emptiness and brokenness, he shall fulfill!

If we could allow ourselves to sit at Jesus’ feet…
He can make any family totally complete!

If we could just listen to what Christ has to say.
His words of life would brighten our day!

As a family…  Won’t you give HIM a chance?
And allow his love to change your circumstance!

Won’t you allow his spirit to bind you together?
You can experience his peace today and forever!

He can change your family throughout!
This is his will and what God is all about!

By Jim Pemberton


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A Tree for Life


     Have you ever really looked at a tree?
     Have you ever thought of the ancient roots,
     Those that support it ... to behold its majesty?
     The boughs and limbs carry leaves oh, so green,
     We are again reminded of God's handiwork,
     When we see the budding exuberance ... come the early spring.
      They make us mindful of beauty by their quiet repose,
      They are willowy, and shade us from the harsh summer sun,
      Beneath their gentle sways ... we rest comfortably below.
      Fall ages them and their greens turn to brown.
      As winter's cold blasts blow upon them,
      Do we ever feel their plight ... as their leaves tumble down?
      
      Families are a personal and spiritual tree.
      Their ancient roots so long ago planted, 
      Grow in size and shape and form ... in gifted majesty!
      Generations of limbs and boughs support the child leaves, 
      In every new face God's handiwork,
      Radiant in the splendor of life ... each one of us receives.
      Time slowly ages each one to their own event,
      While we who remain here grow and love,
      Still remembering those whose winter ... we could not prevent.
      It is the strength of their memories we add to our own,
      They give us the values, insights, and perspective,
      Which we in turn pass on ... to the seeds we have sown.


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Little Long-Legs

Little Long-Legs
         by Amy Swanson

Running to me

           with big hugs
                     
                    and even bigger brown eyes


smile full of mischief

arms thrown around my neck

           --- almost choking me!--- 
                        *smile*

"I love you Mommy!"

                         my little "Long-Legs"

how fast you have grown.

Almost as tall 
           
                as your short mama

*but then that wouldn't take much*
                  --wink!--


I smile

     remembering a time

                when my little Long-Legs

                               ... my long-legged girl...

had little bitty
                     short legs
                                    just learning how to toddle around the house
                                                           (falling over!)

crawling faster than I could walk

            running to keep up with her...!...

                           purple baby food plums smeared across a happy smiling mouth

full of giggles

and smiles

with no idea how cruel this world can be;

pure innocence.

Pure contentment.

                       Oh how time flies.

She's nine next week

   birthday princess

toddler toys long gone;

she wants a bike

         so she can ride like the wind --

                       already the taste of freedom in her mouth

                                           already the feel of freedom in her spirit

another step...
       away from me.

        But she knows

          I will always

*and, somehow, forever*

  watch over my little girl
    
        even when she is no longer little.


She smiles at me

                  teeth slightly crooked

                                     hair brushed all by herself

and asks "Do you like my style?"

          already planning her fashion agenda

like every "big girl" does.


My almost-nine year old girl
 
  born on lucky clover day

       March 17th, 2000

the day she changed my life
             *my world*         
 
                      so grown up, so soon...

                                 and I know more is on the way.

What I don't know

         is how this mother's heart will fare

when one day she leaves.


You make my life complete

          sunshine girl

  full of tickles and giggles


I love you so, 
                     my little Long-Legs.


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My Momma's Words

Figures do not lie
So true, though also is this
Liars can figure


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I Close My Eyes

I close my eyes
And back home I am
Looking out those
Century old windows
My inner tears
Would burst a dam

I remember every crack 
In those walls,
Every floor board
Prone to creak
But the happiness
I had there,
Is something I can
now but seek...

Home of fifty years
Saw my tears and my joy
From infancy to adulthood
And the blessed life I'd had there
Since I was but a boy

A place where several
Family members had died
In the old fashioned way
And all those tears I cried...

Not in some remote hospital,
But where they wanted to be
And I'd suely love to die there,
If it was up to me..

But, it was my destiny
To come here, 
In this desolate place
Certainly I'm not that happy
But it's something I must face

I made a mistake,
I should have died there
Where I had lived so happily
And now, I barely care,
What becomes of me
My life is over
Save but a bit of love,
Still directed at me
And each day I wonder,
What do these people see in me?


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Unrequited Love

While transient love is all I yearn for now,
A state of panic engulfs as I imagine.
When my life takes a decisive turn
Hair white, wrinkled face and lack of sin. 

Will I see shadows of myself?
Will my contagious grime enthuse my sons?
Have I discovered my faults too late?
Can my heart endure those countless revolutions? 

Inhabiting my substance, torturing my world.
A life full of faults and guilt knotted.
I travel aimlessly for an ounce of peace.
Disturbed and heart so cruelly destructed.

My parents whom I did not revere,
Their love, I never answered.
Their forgiveness, I never asked for.
Those words of love, I always stammered.

Oh! Those heart beats, when I came hurt.
My letters, they never threw away.
Their magnificence, and my bag of sins.
A false remorse every single minute of the day.

Have I drowned in my own forever.
Or is this realisation a guide for the lost?
It’s never too late to ask for clemency.
Certainly not late to fulfil the unrequited love.

Forgive me for all I have done.
Let no one in this world have unrequited love.


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Granddads Book

In my quiet times I often try,
To remember places I've been.
To recall folk I have passed by,
And sights that I have seen.

There is nothing wrong with my mind,
Sometimes my memory is quite refined.
I think it's filled over many a year,
With so much junk, nothing seems clear.

So, I made up my mind to write it all down,
To recall it all caused me to frown
It started like I was in the dark,
A memory flared, I was in the park.

That day in the park was just the lever,
I found my mind was as good as ever.
Tho' times and places got out of line,
I wrote it all down, now wasn't I clever!

I'm nearly at the end of my story,
A journey I'm glad that I took.
For my grandsons to read in years to come,
I'll call it Granddads Book.

© Dave Timperley 2012.


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Voices

They are all in my head, all day and all night
I hear them talking, telling me something's not right
They come from all directions, my ears never rest
recalling words from the ones I thought I knew best

My family my friends, those closet to me, telling
me things I refuse to see.
They've been buried within so long and so deep
like angry little children refusing to sleep

Some yell loudly, some whisper soft
they speak of the times and the dreams that were lost
and all these times I've refuse to hear, from people
and places I held so dear.

I've been so let down, my pride has been shattered
My heart has been broken, as if I didn't matter
It's a harsh lesson these voices within
makes me realize I've only one true friend
Thank you lord for opening my eyes, to people
that hurt me and tell me lies.
God's comfort and love will pull me through
from all the bad things these voices do.


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' Trust, Is A Bridge ... '

Trust, Was A Bridge, Between Us
Now, Blown To Bits and Dust !
Scattered Upon Waters of Fear
Too Far Down, To Bring Near

Trust, Was The Bridge, Between Us
Tottering and Unsafe, Due To Rust
Its Base, Was Sinking and Cracked
Cables Snapped, No Getting Back !

Trust, Was A Bridge, Between Us
Used To Stand-Up To Raging Gusts !
We Could Cross Over To Either Side
Hold Onto The Girders … And Stride

Trust, Was The Bridge, Between Us
Repairing It Now … Is A Bust !
So, Can This RelationShip, Sail To Both Shoals
Build A New Bridge, With A Higher Toll ?

… Trust … Is A Bridge, Between Us
Guard It Well … This Time, Is A Must …


Details | Elegy | |

Moon Walk on Your Grave

Moon Walk on Your Grave

A life begun in stardom,
now, ending up in shame.
Relentless media, cruel world,
who then is there to blame.

A sadness inside,
no tears on your face.
The pain all but over,
mass confusion erase.

In wonder we watch,
can a life be explained?
Can't surface your agony,
under facade you remained.

Let's focus on the talent,
musical joy that you gave.
In peace now I pray,
moon walk on your grave.

© Rene' Brady 2009


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My Parents Did Their Best To Raise Me

My Parents Did Their Best To Raise Me As a child, my parents did their best to raise me. Teaching me about God, because they loved me! They taught me God’s ways,. This was their intention. They read the Bible, with an undivided attention. Each day I awoke. I was glad mom and dad where there. Especially when we gathered around the table in prayer. The many times we spent together I haven’t forgot. I’m so thankful for the Christian values taught. The values helped shape me into what I am today. And have helped keep me on “the narrow way.” I believe many of these values are being discarded. Even before many families are being started. A respect for God’s word seems to be a thing of the past. It’s no wonder many relationships don’t last. God’s principles must be our daily ambition. His love must be our rock and a TRUE foundation! We must seek his purpose and divine way of living. It’s HIS example that must be our way of giving! Giving to others kindness and love that binds us as one. Through the witness we have in Christ… His son! May God bless our hearts and homes in one accord. As we give our attention to Jesus Christ our Lord! By Jim Pemberton 10/01/11


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Buried Myself Alive

can you remember the time i let you in?
the time i showed you my heart?
the time i shared my soul with you?
the moment i poured out my blood when you needed it?
The second i saved your life?
The hour i saved you from your darkest secret?
The minute where you watched me bury myself alive?
Remember the time when you almost made me cry?
the time i made it a game to play your game?
the day i had my own time and took advantage of myself?
the hour it took to shut you out and let you go away for a long time?
well your going to have to ask nicer than that 


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NO MORE NEXT TIMES

The whole house was dim
Only the oven flames burning
We couldn't find you
Our blood began  churning

We scoured each room
Our heartbeats are yelling
To find you alone
Deranged and  repelling

You stink of poison 
It seeps through your skin
An odor so potent 
So easy to pin

I smell the resin
Of two day old sweat
Your eyes somehow open
With no signs of regret

A vision of a junkie
No more and no less
To weak to confront it
Just claim duress

Your cheeks sunken deeply
Thinned to the bone
Straggly haired
A look made of stone

Lips dried to crust
Feverishly dehydrated
Spoke like a child
Eyes blank and dilated

The sirens grew closer 
You resisted the aid
I promised you solace
But you can’t be afraid

A few hours later
You were awake
I begged of you
To know what’s at stake

You created two angels 
That will surely turn sour
Blame it all on yourself
Its their souls you’ll devour

When the urges arise 
Remember the day 
We found you alone 
JUST A HEARTBEAT AWAY


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A Mother's Love

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


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You're Growing (for my daughter)

And how each day I wake
You take from me a little more
Than I have to give…
And how I’d give you everything
In me so willingly.

I watch you sitting at your table
Playing with your toys
Watching the television
Rubbing your feet on the floor
Hair a tangled mess.

I wish William and Myrna
My parents; your grandparents
Could have known you
Or felt for just a second
How it feels to love you.

When I watch you run
Or we play ‘Tag’ and you call
Me the monster, fleeing
Running as fast as you can
And the sparkle of joy in your eye…

Every time we play
That silly old game
I find it harder and harder

To hold back my tears
And yes, sometimes I have to 

Turn away from you
Because I haven’t the strength
To hold the tears back.
I get embarrassed and I wipe 
Them away before you see them.

It’s great being a father
Watching you grow
Hearing you talk
Seeing the world through
Your eyes.

When we go to the park
This afternoon
I will thank God for your happiness.
I will thank him for your life.
And I will likely turn away
To wipe away 
My embarrassment.


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The Perfect Morning

The sun beaming in through the windows of my room,
Causing my conscious mind to wake from the gloom.

Rub the sleepy out of my eyes and look to see,
The love of my life laying next to me.

Her beauty still amazes me each and every day,
And I thank God for her I wouldn’t have it any other way.

The sound of little people come busting through our door,
Yelling “Mommy, Daddy no sleeping anymore.”

They climb into our bed with arms held open wide,
Expecting morning hugs and kisses with their starry eyes.

After hours of us all laying together in bed,
We stir to the kitchen where we can be fed.

As Mom and I cook breakfast for us all,
The children run off to play and wait for the call.

We finally sit down to a homemade meal,
While we eat and talk about our daily drill.

I return to my room where I kneel and pray,
And thank God for a “Perfect Morning” every day.

By: Nathan Bane Leccese
© All Rights Reserved 03/04/2009


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To Weak To Cry

When I think of the plight that children face all over the world
I just want to cry
Hunger starts and ends their everyday
As many of us continue to waste away
The scraps that we toss could save a child’s life
I’ll tell you the human race is nothing nice
We have no problem spending trillions on war
As children starve to death outside a millionaires store
They put locks on the dumpsters to keep them out
To greedy to give what they are throwing out
I watched a show just the other day
That showed Children just wasting away
Right there in their mothers arms
As I ate my giant bowl of lucky charms
Pirates raiding off the Somalia Coast
Because their children’s eyes are hollow as a ghost
If my Children were starving these words are true
Captain Hook wouldn’t hold a light to you know who
I think in the overhaul scheme of wrong and right
Mankind in general has lost all sight
Could you imagine kissing your child’s last breath?
The rich get richer as they starve to death
So as you all tuck your kids into bed tonight
Kids all over the world will lose their fight
They will simply lie down and die
To hungry to fight to weak to cry


Shelters that feed the Hungry are in every
town, when was the last time that you gave
something. No person is any greater than the
depth of their compassion. To give is to receive
for there is no greater blessing in this life. Keep
what you need and give the rest and the Lord will
make sure you never run out. God Bless, MJ
Written for Sami's contest


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The Angel Star.

In the northern heavens her essence so vivid
My constant seraphic star
Basking within her gloriousness warming
Cleaves to me from distances far
Guiding my pathway on night lit Earth
Keeping my course right and true
Holding back storms until I reach my safe haven
To witness the next dawn rise anew
Those nights when cover clouds her features
Her radiance rushes in on the winds
Blessing my journey seeing me home safely
Forgiving my ways absolving my sins
Morning starts breaking and my cherub starts fading
Past the horizon waters falling so deep
Awaiting the rising of her mettle so tender
Of that maternal star light unique.


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Separation

I stare through the rear window as 
the car begins to move away  
With tears running the gamut of my 
Face my body trembling and wet with 
Sweat 
I choke with anger as the contempt
For this separation grows deep
I wail and I wail 
It is then that the memory of her tear
Filled puffy red eyes as she is cloaked
In a moment of sadness
Is imprinted on me 
And I became a broken child
On a journey to a world that seemed
To be without conscience
For no longer could I be her 
Protector and me the center of her 
Attention 
As the weeks turn to years the years 
To decades
A bitter emptiness haunts me
For when I search my memory  
Nowhere do I find ever saying  
The goodbye word 
To my little sister 
And I cry 



Earl S. Jackson
Mar 1996


Copyright © 2010 Earl S. Jackson, all rights reserved


Details | Monorhyme | |

A Woman, With A Bucket

A seed was kept, by a pretty woman, in her pocket
As she goes, up and down the stairs, with a bucket

For nine long months, she has it, inside her pocket
Till she finally lost her strength to carry the bucket

When the seed popped up, from her maiden pocket
She promised herself, not to let it grow, in a bucket

Though, there is still great pain, in her worn pocket 
She continues, even she’s weak, to carry the bucket

To the man of her life, she entrusted him her pocket
Till she went broke, nothing left, but just her bucket

Worst, the conman planted a seed, inside her pocket
He left her, when she has nothing, but only a bucket

Times has passed, the woman has gained her pocket
Because of a strong-willed mind, to carry the bucket

She has a fine young man, the seed, from her pocket
He is matured and never felt ashamed, of her bucket

When the beloved Romeo learned, of her full pocket
He returned with promises, of help, to fill the bucket

Too late, his own seed, he had planted, in her pocket
Will not accept him, for leaving them, with a bucket

No more love for the man, who likes only her pocket 
Nor, for the man, who left them, because of a bucket

Will you pity the man, who has but an empty pocket?
Will you pity a woman, who carries her own bucket?

Will you hate me, if, I wish not to share my pocket?
Will you love me, if, I leave you with only a bucket?

Never rush to a person, who minds only your pocket
Nor, love a person, who has no guts to hold a bucket

For it is not so easy to be a seed, in an empty pocket
Nor easy to witness a mother carries a loaded bucket

She was a pretty woman, who once had a rich pocket 
Thou abandoned she gave her son a life, not a bucket









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Dad

In all my years I've never seen 
a face so weathered, yet seldom mean.
A semblance of a younger man
of whom I was the biggest fan.

A tired soul in eyes so hollow,
where he went this kid would follow.
Now he's resting more and moving less.
Is this what's left for God to bless?

Disease and age have beat him down,
yet no one ever sees him frown.
Mortal thoughts creep in as days go by.
What's it really like when we die?

But he won't dwell on that, with time so fleeting,
and his mind still sharp, despite the beating.
No he won't complain, why even bother?
My hero is this wonderful father.


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Tick Tock

To all of us
Who have lost someone
To all of us who have lost something
A void, emptiness
A feeling of the no more
And nevermore
To those of us
Who never got a chance
To say I love you
Or I’m sorry
Or I care
To those of us who thought
There would be a tomorrow
Or a next time
To those of us who wish for yesterday
To relay the feelings of today
I say this to you
Do not wait for tomorrow
For what can be said today
Do let pride steal your chance
Do not dream of what you want
Do not wait for anything
To confess what you want to say
Tick Tock
It’s a race against the clock
Time is nothing but a fuse that burns
Convey your thoughts to those you love
For otherwise an empty heart yearns
Empty and unsaid
Thoughts of love
Fall silent upon the ears of the dead
Think about it !

Eric (and sometimes not)


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Grow Not Too Tall

Grow not too tall nor so far away son
Plant not your tendrils deep in new ground
Thinking newness your past can now outrun
Stay in touch let your heart remain homebound

Tree too tall without deep roots falls subject
to any strong wind, let those roots remain
Planted in truth grow toward right_connect
With justice, let love's seeds grow don't constrain

Reach up to touch shining stars capture love
Reel it in let love flow through you to all
Love is key_even though at times unheard of
Remember God's Word don't be like King Saul

Don't grow to proud, high, mighty, arrogant.
Intellect_ learning _start to mightily flaunt 

Click on "About This Poem"


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Pieces of Eternity (Seasons Finale)

Maybe it’s unacceptable 
Live a life capable of a true fable 
True friends never end 
But take you back to where it all began 
But hey misery gave us something to believe in 
Stress became a greater award as we achieved sin 
What could I say? Our savior died on a cross tough as pig skin 
Never once cried over the loss 
Forbidden fruit, Eden garden 
Excuse me, my lord, I beg your pardon 
And so what if these medics carry life in a carton 
But I ain’t trippin 
Simply because this is me until my dying day 
Please stop crying, you know I can’t stay 
I’m going to be the same until my dying day 
Over in that casket is where I’m trying to lay 
That’s right until my dying day 
True lost souls from the dark side 
Forever, we as mortals ride 
Peace is nothing, I fend for quiet time 
Rebels in riot lines 
Previous high school graduates 
Symbols of an adjective running toward fate 
True personality suffer the privilege of inmates 
How could you hesitate to ask 
There’s no stranger under this mask 
Lonely and unholy, who’s there to console me? 
I want to get away, forever restless 
You can see my similarities with the ocean 
I’m stress less 
Because this is me until my dying day 
Please stop crying, you know I can’t stay 
I’m going to be the same until my dying day 
Over in that casket is where I’m trying to lay 
My son, my friend 
We are but pieces of eternity 
Mesh on, mesh off 
Even at our best times we’re soft 
Who’s to say I’d regret my decision 
To lead a sinners life without God’s supervision 
On a one man mission 
And I know I don’t come around much 
Got my palms in reality 
Searching for something softer to touch 
Whisper in my ear, death makes me blush 
And Hell only flatters me 
One and one, through matter the winds scatter me 
I ain’t trippin, baby girl get off your knees 
You’re in the arms of a future me 
And I can’t see heaven from a distance 
Fire me over clouds like a piston 
Marching through blood 
But it’s all mud and water to Darkhouse 
Stand still let me mark my spouse 
Live my life as an outcast 
How could you even picture me at my last? 
Dear lord show some mercy on my followers 
Bless those that swallow dust to follow us 
No need to borrow sympathy 
Unforgiving sorrow made my enemies envy me 


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The BIble Is The Inspired Word Of God


The Bible Is The Inspired Word of God!

I heard someone say “the Bible was written by man.”
But there’s a truth I don’t think he understands.

God used man to simply be an “inspired instrument.”
This was more than some type of “experiment.”

God used many different people from various places.
He used them from both the Jewish and Gentile races!

Though the words spanned a long period of time…
They were written with all of us in mind!

It was as if God himself had taken the pen.
He spoke directly through different men.

All of the books are together with a common goal.
To bring the words of God to the common soul.

I would encourage to read the Bible for your direction.
Allow God’s words to daily be your inspiration!

Won’t you read from Genesis through Revelation?
You can learn about God’s gift of salvation!

The Bible speaks of God’s love and holiness too!
And speaks to the heart of how much HE LOVES YOU!

You can also learn about eternity in a heavenly mansion!
Your life can receive a blessed “abundant life expansion!”

Through the words of Christ, you’ll be blessed!
As you find in him a comfort and a haven of rest!

I invite you to read and apply God’s truth today!
And be transformed by what he really has to say!

By applying Biblical principles in how you’re living!
You’ll be blessed by the awesome words God is giving!

By Jim Pemberton  


Details | I do not know? | |

For Cory Decker

His love is deep and desperate.
He's crying out her name.
She once showed him affection, 
but now she causes all his pain. 

A broken heart never mended, 
and promises never kept, 
his mind grew painful and insane
as he laid silently and wept.

You can't pour out your whole heart
into a love based on a lie.
You're simply running in a circle, 
if you're the only one who tries.

"We're here for you, call any time."
said all loved ones of his.
But no one else could ease his pain, 
this girl he strongly missed.

He tied the rope around his neck
and reached out for her love, 
but she rejected once again, 
and fate gave him a shove.

Was death really his intention?
Or did it go too far?
No one on this painful earth
will see into his heart.

But he leaves behind a legacy, 
a shining little girl.
May she be blessed with a heart that’s pure
in this cruel and painful world.





*Note*
Cory Decker, My man's best friend, and my best friends man, passed away on May 24, 
2008, suicide, something none of us ever saw coming! He was a great friend, and a loving 
father to his daughter, Jaden, only 5 months old at the time, who is now a happy smiling, 
almost 2 year old Princess!


Details | I do not know? | |

Night Of Awakening

I fear the night
Never to wake in mornings light
To see your face one last time
To hear your voice that is so divine
Reaching out to touch your hand
You entwine our fingers and understand
With love as strong as ours, it's hard to say goodbye
We wipe a tear from each others eye
Slipping into the endless dark
An adventure I must embark
Waking in mornings light
Knowing it was just a dream, everything is alright
Forever together we will be
Forever and Ever, you and me


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Eagles {Birds of prey}

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


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Today Is Terrible----

The cracked spine of
the book I dropped
at the call.
A chip in my
windshield left by a
pompous *?#@! in a
red sports car as I
drive to the
service.
Rain expectorating
from an ashen sky as
the dirt is turned.
Today is terrible.
Though this is less
terrible than the
crack in grandma’s
spine from her fall
down the stairs.
The chip in her
amazingly smart mind
after eighteen years
as a teacher.
Tears running,
dripping from my
Mothers ashen face
as she cries “My
mama’s dead.”
Today is terrible.
Though this is less
terrible than the
cracked family
emotions left raw
and empty.
The chip in Grandpas
numb mind at the
gathering… “Where is
Irene she should be
here?”
Faces gone ashen
with dread, do we
leave him numb or
remind him that his
wife is dead?
Today is terrible.
Though this is less
terrible than the
empty silences,
missing the jokes
Grandma used to
crack.
Grandma’s laugh and
her endless smile
which always exposed
that tooth with the
chip in it.
Without her the
world has become
empty, bleak, and
ashen.
Today is terrible.

                   
                   
                   
          Summer
Gratias


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Wisps

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

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


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David

David, you mean the very world to me and more
Can you forgive me?
You brighten my days when I am low and dead
And you listen—you always are there to listen
Bearing all things, you let me cry on your shoulder
You comforted me when I was scared to death
Of the demons…always watching…you were there
Watching over me, scaring them away from me
You save me by being alive and who you are, David
Without you, I would fall apart and shrivel into shame
Because there are few that listen—few that listen
You draw the poisons of my pain clear out
And you let them sink into your own skin
You swallowed my poison instead of spitting it out
I let you drown, David—forgive me…I let you drown
I’m selfish and rude, and I always ignore you
And for ever doing that, I hate myself
Seeing you in your last moments…woke me up
I’ve been a selfish bastard and I hate me
For never giving you enough love

David you are everything to us all and more
Do you hear me?
You are so uplifting to all of those around you 
You are selfless—so incredibly selfless
And in the silence you lifted me high with praise
Because I knew you would always be the one to give it
Never was there a day that you didn’t believe in me
Even when in darkness have I buried you in all matters of sin
Your light blinds the demonic rust...your light always shining
Never leaving me in the dust but never expecting the same back
And I never saved you! From all the loneliness
I never thought of you! I was so selfish
I will never let you go again—I will fight for your glory
You are amazing in every way
Far braver and brighter than I have ever dreamed to be
I let you down this time, David…I cried for your life
But now I ask for your forgiveness
Seeing you being taken away…crushed me to the marrow
I’ve never hated myself more than tonight
But I will never, ever say goodbye

*for my little brother, David William Breidenthal - I would love for you guys to read some of his poetry. He is a brilliant kid. And he’s been having some tough times. Thanks. *


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Lightning Strikes

lightning strikes
mom's kitty cat
what have I done?


Details | Cowboy | |

Time Flies

Wearing Daddy's boots & cowboy hat & not much in between
Why, Momma, ain't she just about the prettiest baby you've ever seen?
I'm sure wishing she was talking, reading her mind is quite a trick
And she's sure getting awful heavy, I hope she's walking quick 

Whoa there, sassy, Momma look at her running wild
Why I am not sure there ever was a more rambunctious child
Life sure was a picnic when we could just bundle her up & go
Now I get tuckered just watching her, she's a pint size dynamo 

Waist length braids, a gap tooth grin & freckled face
That's our girl, Momma, her calf just took first place
How old is she now, six? No, she can't possibly be eight
Seems she is growing up faster than I'd anticipate 

Well I'll be, look at her standing on the stairs
in a fancy gown, heels & make up putting on womanly airs
this young girl looking back at me, yesterday she was only seven
Now there's a young buck staring at her like he's just seen heaven
 
Wearing a cap & gown, her diploma held high
Look, Momma, there's our girl, getting ready to give her wings a try
Wasn't it just yesterday she was afraid of the monsters under the bed?
Now she's off to college, her own path to tread

Wearing Grandma's pearls & a gown of antique white
Now, Momma, don't start fussing, everything will be all right
Wasn't it just yesterday, I was wishing she was talking?
Now the music is playing & down the aisle we're walking 

Wearing Grandpa's boots & cowboy hat & nothing in between
Why Grandma ain't that the prettiest grandbaby you've ever seen?
Now listen, Sassy, don't go wishing for her to grow up so fast
Treasure each & every moment, create a memory to last 

Be mindful of what you wish for when your babes are small
For in just the blink of an eye, they won't be small at all
You dream of turning back the clock & know you never will
For time flies, just as surely as you wish it would stand still 


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Ode to the Lineman

Pulled himself to the very top 
Looked over the world on high 
Felt the warm and stirring breeze 
falling from the sky 
Knowing this was how it felt 
to soar above the land 
To feel so safe away from things 
so free to be alive 
Yet down the pole we all must come 
to touch the very ground 
This is where we laugh and play
gives us what we need 
The loving smile of a young girl's face 
a women's tender care 
For up above the pole to fly 
is nothing but the air 
But on the soil we grow and live 
to reach out, to touch, to give 
So keep your feet upon the ground 
take a good long look around 
and see if flying above the pole 
isn't like living in a hole 
from where you never see  
the reaching hands pulling you down 
pulling you down to be


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Mama's Song

I wander through my journey, interspersed with joy and pain, always grateful 
Though not by choice, some days are somber; yet others follow with abundant joy
In my solitude, memories come alive with the recall of some old song from another time
When life was carefree in everyway! No worries and not one care!
First heard as a child; the title now lost to me, so I’ll call it "Mama’s Song"
It’d start off soft and slow; its rhythm smooth, graceful, incredibly beautiful!
Then lingering on my mind, gently reviving memories lost somewhere in yesterday
It’d calm my spirit, take me away- away from countless, mundane tasks
All necessary things, but they arrest my days, imposing, threatening, vying for attention

There’s a constant battle that rages within, and I often ask, “Should I lay down this burden  
of joyless pursuits which hinder valid expressions from my heart?  Should I?
And to what profit?  Surely monetary gain is a necessity, but at what cost to my spirit??
Were I guardian only to myself, I’d simply choose to live lean somewhere by the sea
I would cast my net for food, and barter for grain and herbs.  However, the compass is set
So, I escape in the melodies, with my eyes closed, and fly high, above this terrain
Sailing on the massive wings of a Condor, unafraid; over rugged pathways and
Jagged edges of mountains that rise above the seas, far away from this place of constant 
weariness, on my way to a place more tranquil, somewhere in yesterday
I hover over rivers that give life to green valleys below, quite an amazing view to see!
Like black velvet ribbons they meander through the changing landscape
At an angle they shimmer like fine crystal in the afternoon sun, and in one breath,
I am there! At Mama’s feet, studying her as she sews dresses for my sisters and me 
I watch, I listen to her, softly singing; feel her contentment and peace through the song
Never complaining, never too tired to go beyond the call, to love and care for family 
Teaching by example, using less words, her quiet spirit, ever steadfast, strong
Those times when I feel I can not go on, when afraid I'll falter, I still hear the the melody 
and "Mama's Song"!

Note:  For Mama - Thank you for putting us first! For the many lessons learned which we nowteach our children.  RIP w/Papa!!


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My fifty years in a nut shell

I was born fifty years ago on April 10th 1964
Looking back through the years I began to explore

My mama said when it was time for me to be born
I decided to come early and fast in the wee morn

Born five week premature with jaundice I had to stay
High fevers, convulsions and even a coma would come my way

But by the grace of God I made it through each and every one
I could have died before my life really started or even begun.

And through my fifty years God has shown me grace and mercy 
As I look back I’m so glad he loved me and thought of me worthy
 
I remember my first home in Hayward on Burr way
Memories are a little foggy but my sense of home will stay 

Moved to Dixon when I was just four years old
To a big beautiful house where my life started to unfold

This would be the place I would meet my life long best friend
She was playing in our backyard the first day we moved in.

So many memories in this house in Dixon on Marvin way
 A Baby deer named Bambi and our first dog named Maggie mae

My life sized doll house my parents gave me as a birthday surprise
I would spend hours in there with my plastic appliances making mud pies

Life was blissful and I had not a care in the world I was living
Until the day my parents sat us down and said they were splitting

I just remember crying and in total shock this was happening
My parents would no longer be together my whole life unraveling 

We ended up moving to a two story house with mice and peeling paint
Mom worked long hours to feed us four kids who showed no restraint

My mom struggled to balance work and being home with us four
Soon my brothers moved to dads who’s idea was it I’m not sure

My dad died August 19th 1979 at the age of forty from a massive heart attack
I didn’t know then how this would change my life but now can see its full impact

 My teen years were cut short because I decided to become a mom
How scared I was to have to drop “mom, I’m pregnant” bomb

Have you ever heard of the song “Going to the chapel of love?”
Married now at seventeen feeling all grown up; well sort of.


On January 2nd 1982 my daughter Melinda was born fuzzy & screaming
Didn’t know what I was really get into, I must have been dreaming

She was the first baby born of the year and was the winner of two contests
So many prizes couldn’t collect them all but we sure tried to do our best

Isn’t it funny how you imagine how it would all work out in your young mind?
But then reality sneaks up on you and smacks you hard on your behind.

Now a single mother at the age of nineteen and moved back in with my mom
 And throughout my life I will make poor decisions but no need to write every wrong

Pregnant at twenty with my son Joshua and Melinda now two almost three
I didn’t know what I was going to do but knew they deserved better than me

This you see will be the hardest thing I would ever have to do in my life
I chose to give Josh new parents whom I lived with until I said goodbye

I was blessed to have pictures and letters sent through his growing up years
I remember the first letter I received from Josh I was so nervous eyes filled with tears

My son Brandon was born on my mom’s birthday he was my biggest and my last
He was my little dare devil and escape artist who was always trying to get past

He would like to climb out of his crib and sneak out the front door for a stroll
I chained and locked the door and even barred the windows thinking I was in control

Till one day two police officers were at my door wanting to see him and talk to me, I guess
They said a neighbor called out of concern and then the police threaten me with CPS.

I have been married more than my fair share to tell the truth and it’s hard to admit
 I have walked down the aisle six times and finally found the one to whom I commit

TJ is my husband who I met six years ago and have been married to him for three
Unable to have children of his own he now is known fondly as Dad, Padre and Papa T

My grandchildren make me smile just thinking of them and oh how I miss their precious faces
I have eight all together and love each and every one so much my heart had to grow extra spaces

As I look through my mind’s eye and examine my past adventures, blessings and sorrows
I have come to realize to cherish each and every moment because no time can be borrowed



My fifty ….. In a nut shell.

 


 


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Do You Have Movies And Magazines That Don't Belong In Your Home


I visited a garage sale.  And had a 
surprised look on my face.
I noticed that some things
 were "out of place."

To my right... Was a shelf filled with books.. 
And Christian ones too.
To my left...  Was a sign that read; 
"I have adult movies for you."

I wondered and thought with 
some kind of amazement.
"Does this person read these books. 
 And watch this "entertainment?"

This is common in many Christian homes...
Often...  People cross God's 
"boundaries" and "safety zones."

Anyone can go to church. 
 Pray, sing and "shed a tear."
Not realizing that sin's temptation
 is drawing ever so near.

Do you seek God's holiness and the 
power of Jesus' name?
But each night...  Before bedtime... 
 Things aren't quite the same...

Have you opened up your heart 
and mind...  And live life unfulfilled?
Is this the way you ought to live? 
 Is this what God has willed?

He desires to live inside of you.
  And help you to discover.
With any stronghold in life.  He'll help you to recover!

Are things in life "out of place?"  
And need to be put back together?
Allow God's word to guide you!  
His promises are forever!

Everything will be where it should be...  
With Jesus In control!
Only he can defeat the enemy that 
seeks to destroy your soul!

By Jim Pemberton


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" The Life Of Me " page 1 of 2

My name is James, born 1961
In Inverness, a small Scots town
To my father Andrew, and my mother Beryl
And Billy my brother, a pair of devils
 
In 67, we woke one night
Our house was ablaze, full of orange light
Our neighbour next door, for whatever reason
Started a fire, it must be crazy season
 
We had too move to a caravan park
By this time it,s three, to make a new start
My mother Beryl decide to leave
But the three of us left, never bothered to grieve
 
In the next few weeks, we ended in court
Two small children, in a marriage abort
We were asked to choose either Dad or Mum
But we ignored the parent, who went on the run
 
As we left the court, to start a new life
We felt sorry for Dad, as his illness was rife
He never told us that he was unwell
It would upset one of his boys, as the future will tell
 
Then came the night all parents dread;
Being told one of his boys is nearly dead
We were going to a boys club, on a Monday night
My brother was running so far out of sight
 
I turned the corner to see him ahead
No!! he's been hit by a van, Boom's  Boom's dead
I ran to my father, sreaming and crying
I'm finding my life,at 7 - far too trying
 
After the funeral, and with my father unwell
We left Inverness, our eyes a swell
To go as two, and not three as before
It's like Mother Nature closed a door
 
So we headed west, to a place called Fort William
Was it in the stars, cause Billy " is " William
We moved there, as the air was so pure
Hoping my father will find his cure
 
For whatever reason, we left the above
We found no Angel or peaceful dove
So we headed back to Inverness
Fathers health decreasing, life still a stress
 
Over the next few years, i was fostered and loaned
In couples houses and children's homes
It was really strange in all those places
Different people, different faces

Then on the 16th of Feb - 76,
James, i was told, your dads very sick.
The cancer had taken your father away
To be with Billy, where you'll join them one day

In 77, i joined the Navy, as i promised my dad you see. 
I did'nt enjoy it, i decided to leave 
Back up north, where my futures to be 
I wanted to have, what my parents had lost 
And that was my aim, no matter the cost

see page 2 of 2, ty..


http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/me.php


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Country Life

The corn keeps growing taller every day 
Cut a maze through the stalks for the kids to play 
Me and you in the hammock gently we sway 
This is how we grow in a country kind of way 

Come out to the country, where dreams are made 
Come sing me a love song, a sweet serenade 
Come to me, my darling, you will be amazed 
Come to my heaven, where families are raised 

The sun in the sky, gentle breeze in the air 
All nature's beauty, for everyone to share 
The days are much nicer, the nights all are clear 
Out in the country, all our cares disappear 

Come out to the country, where dreams are made 
Come sing me a love song, a sweet serenade 
Come to me, my darling, you will be amazed 
Come to my heaven, where families are raised 

No smog in the air, just smoke from our bonfire 
No phones or electricity disrupting our choir 
All it takes to live, is love for life and desire 
Out in the country where our corn grows higher


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holokauston Page 1 of 2

Around that table, picture the scene
Self appointed leaders if you know what I mean
What were the topics on the Agenda that day
The Jewish race is about to pay

Who gave the right for this decision that's made
Who has the right to cleanse and degrade
To decide who lived, to decide who dies
Another chapter, I still wonder why

They came in the day they came in the night
Women and children pulled out of sight
Herded aboard like cattle and sheep
Many a family awoke from their sleep

Dazed and confused as they are taken away
Where will they be at the end of the day
From their warm houses and their warm beds
What must be going through their heads

As they travel through days and through the night
Up ahead, they see lots of lights
They depart the trucks and board the train
Their faces scared under the strain

Asking questions from family and others
Generations, sisters and brothers
Why are we here, where are we going
Windowless carriages with no way of knowing

We come to a stop, soldiers aplenty
Towers and wire, topped with sentries
What can this place be they have taken us to
As we head to large gates as they shuffle us through

Families separated, herded in file
Women and children, not one did smile
Taken to rooms where our heads were shaved
Is this the way humans behaved

Clothes discarded, as we enter the shower
No signs of water no signs of power
Doors slammed as we are all crammed in
History will recall this evil of sins

As we stand in the dark, chanting Jewish faith
Can hear the voices can't see the face
Noises above, do the showers start
The event has begun that tells us Humans apart

Questions and sighs, as walled vents show daylight
Some thing is falling then their slammed tight
A strange aroma starts to fill the air
As all around are screams of despair

Twenty minutes have passed and the quietness is rife
Two thousand people, two thousand lives
Pellets called HCN, or Hydrogen Cyanide
Contribute to this Genocide


http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-2.php


Details | Bio | |

BIO Of A Simple Man Called Me

            BIO Of A Simple Man Called Me

Coming from a normal family
Perhaps not by today’s standards
I had two loving parents who stayed together 
They lived and died together, that was their choice
And molded me to be a humble man of virtue
Most friends and family call me “gullible”
I believe anything you tell me… but only once
My parents named me Earl and wished me luck
Short stories, plays, novels, and sometimes poetry, is my way of life
I have nothing published but I still like to write
No one will pay me for reading books, so I played the game
Giving people subpoenas, travel documents, all in the same day
A travel manager by day, a constable’s officer by night
I’ve led an interesting, sometimes dangerous life
I’ve even had a wife or two and a couple of children along the way 
I love chess and Zelda video games and played for hours
The Beatles are the best of the very best for music pleasure
Kafka, Samuel Beckett and Hesse are still such fun to read
People still call me gullible and lame
But I’m still standing, still playing in the game

      Created on 10/09/14 for BIO Poems -Poetry Contest 


Details | Free verse | |

A Nepali Dilemma

The swarthy young men sat, planted under the overhang
like the pansies and geraniums that surrounded them in boxes,
as the rain pelted the terra-cotta terrace.

The mountain air was sharp with the taste of lightening.
Having bid farewell to the arched shard of a rainbow across the valley,
they sat tensely watching the celestial bombardment of Katmandu.

The lightening stoked the day’s heat, 
thickening the early evening sky like the yogurt they’d eaten for lunch.
A home-made rice wine poured freely over their tongues
from an innocent looking water bottle.
Their eyes turned garnet with the harshness of it. 

The bottle sat with its tattered label, upon the arm of the white chair.
The wine within tasted faintly of the gasoline,
yet, they reveled in it, and the freedom from deep seeded societal traits,
of impending marriages, political, religious and of the heart;
one woman seldom fit all three requirements.
The wine flowed with the discussion.

Overhead, the sky was draped in a bridal veil of stars;
as I emerged from the room to sit beside them.


Details | Narrative | |

My Mom

Dear God, how did You sleep.
I had a dream and it made me weep.
Did You see it, it was so real.
I think it might even help me heal.

Anyway that dream last night 
sure was kind of cool.
Except for the times  
I acted the fool.

I was a whole lot younger
then I am now.
I was talking with my mom
and I was wondering how?

We sat at the kitchen table
and she had on that grin. 
The one that always told me.
I know where you've been.

I could talk to her 
about anything I ever did.
Not only when I grew up
But since I was a little kid.

She was the only one
on this whole entire earth.
Who made me feel like I belonged.
Who gave me a sense of worth.

We talked for hours.
We laughed and we cried.
I didn't leave the table 
till the day that she died.

It was a roller coaster ride 
of every high and low I could feel.
Then Lord You got out the projector
and then You put on the reel.

We watched home movies
and most of it was good.
You would fast forward
those parts that you should.

There was this one scene
where Jesus had a part.
Remember when I asked for Him 
to come into my heart?

On a scale of 1 to 10
I would give it a ten.
But there was this one time 
I don't remember when??

When I asked for Jesus to come into my heart
He walked right in like He belonged.
But what I didn't know then 
was that He walked in with my mom.


Details | Rhyme | |

I'm So Thankful That Christ Saved Me


I’m So Thankful That Christ Saved Me!

I’m so thankful that Christ chose to save me!
I’m grateful for the life that he gave me!

I’m so thankful for extending his warm embrace!
And for planting my life on a solid place!

I’m so thankful for all that God is doing!
His spirit in my life is what he is renewing!

I’m thankful for the opportunity to be 
one of his own!
I ask for his blessing in my life
 and home!

I’m forever grateful for his sacrifice
 on the cross!
He is my hope!  When all seems
 hopeless and lost!

Thank you my Lord for being so gracious to me!
You have given me your grace abundantly!

Thank you Jesus for being my friend!
How I love you again and again!

You are the one that I cherish and adore!
You’ve given me hope and peace 
and so much more!

By Jim Pemberton    


Details | Free verse | |

Mother Of Light

You started as a droplet inside a shell, 
Warm, languid, liquid.
Now that safe harbour, 
Has turned you into a sea.
To create you, every wonderful thing I've thought, 
Every ray of light I've ever seen, 
Was harnessed in that single drop.
To nourish...to divide, 
Cell by cell
Pouring forward from me, 
Toward my ultimate worth.
I didn't know it, 
But until that point, 
My world had been flat.
You helped me peek over the edge, 
We looked into an unfolding universe, 
Then you jumped with me! 
A galaxy of light and giggles
Radiated through me, 
To get to you.
Spirit and Soul, 
Light and Hope.
You are so much more
Than an extension
Of my heart or limb.
I am, because of you.
You are, because of me.
Forever bundled in love, 
I get to be your Mother.


© 2012 
Ruby Honeytip


Details | I do not know? | |

Can You See Me?

Mommy can you see me?
I can bounce really high!
Maybe with some bouncy shoes
I can visit you in the sky!
I'm seven years old now Mommy.
You've been gone about a year.
I can't wait to see you Mommy, 
and your memories are near.

Mommy can you see me?
Oops- I failed another test.
But I remembered what you told me
and I tried my very best.
I'm ten years old now Mommy.
You've been gone about four years.
I really miss you Mommy,
and I wish you were here.

Mommy can you see me?
Dad went off on me again.
I slit my wrists to ease the pain, 
I have scars all over my skin. 
I'm fourteen years old now Mommy, 
you've been gone about eight years. 
Who are you anyways Mommy?
Thanks a lot for leaving me in tears...

Mommy can you see me?
I'm so glad I finally changed!
In accepted Jesus like you once did
so my life could be rearranged.
I'm sixteen years old now Mommy, 
you've missed the past ten years.
But I'll see you in heaven Mommy, 
and that helps me fight my fears. 


Details | Lyric | |

" I HAVE A DREAM !!!"

I have a dream
That I'll get another,and better job
I have a dream
That I'll have a 5 bedroom house with fireplace
I have a dream 
This house will have 4 1/2 bathrooms
I have a dream
I'll have a fishing pond in the back yard
I have a dream
I'll own lots of fishing equipment
I have a dream
My kids will finish school
I have a dream 
All my kids,and grand kids-dreams will come true
I have a dream
My grand-kids will finish school as well
 I have a dream
That I'll be able to start them all a bank account
I have a dream
To own the vehicle of my dreams a Hummer
I have a dream 
To own a nice pick-up truck
I have a dream
To take at least a week vacation with the love of my life
I have a dream
To make all the love of my life dreams come true
I have a dream
To go to the beach for the very 1st time
I have a dream
To not owe any debts
I have a dream
To be able to pay my tithes,and offering every Sunday
I have a dream
To spend lots of quality time with my mom
I have a dream
To be able to give mom a few thousand dollars
I have a dream
To go to any restaurant I never been to before
I have a dream
That I'll be able to help the homeless,and the poor
I have a dream
To have Uncle John a new water well dugged,better electricity,and trailor
I have a dream
That I'll hit it big with my poetry
I have a dream 
I'll be known world wide because of my poetry
I have a dream
All drugs,alcohol.cigarettes,and diseases will disappear
I have a dream
That all things that are not of God will go away
I have a dream
That every race will get a long
I have a dream
That gas prices will drop quiet a bit
I have a dream
To own some suits to wear to church
I have a dream
To live a long,and happy life
I have a dream
With no surgeries,or medication I will loose 200 lbs
I have a dream
To be all God wants me to be
I have a dream
I'll be able to make donations to charity
I have a dream
To go to my 1st family reunion
I have a dream
To meet my favorite wrestler The Undertaker
I have a dream
To lead songs in a popular choir
I have a dream
To see my Savior face to face
I have a dream
To hear him say well done my good,and faithful servant.


Details | Verse | |

Fisherman we were

I can remember,
Those warm sunny days,
As we sat on the beach,
Watching wave after wave.
Seeing the sea grass wave,
In the warm summer breeze,
Droplets of water land on my face,
As we sat on the beach watching the sea.
We walked for miles collecting hundreds of shells,
Carefully climbing the jetty,
The clean sea air is all you can smell.
We hoisted the sail on our small sailboat,
With only one big gust of wind,
We were no longer afloat.
We woke at dawn,
to spend our day on the bay,
Fisherman we were,
Even if only for one day.
All those happy memories,
Etched deep in my mind,
Will remain forever,
By the best dad of all time.


Details | Lyric | |

Son

From the exact day your Daddy 
said we'd conceived You
Exactly nine months, to the day, 
we retrieved you

It is said You are so much like him
It's a wonder that I was even there

What is a "spitting image" do tell
Because I wouldn't want it 
in my mouth to begin with 

I thought Sons were supposed 
to look like their Daddy's
After all, they're born out of Love
Or did I miss something, somewhere
                   God Bless


Details | Narrative | |

Straying Juvenile

My younger sibling, I brought you painfully up,  you brought me "pain"  fully
I myself struggled through  constant hard times, your constant struggling with yourself, hard timed me
I cleared a pathway through life for you, you clearly thought the pathways were lined with gold 
Today I had to repair,  Mums front door, the door you caused to be kicked down yesterday
I love you and will defend you, even when you are wrong, which as you know, you never are
You lost your parents some way back and now it seems you somehow lost your way




I can't believe you did this thing, I can't believe you did
The shame on mum and dad's memory and then you run and hid

You cannot mess with men like this, they follow no set rules
Wealth becomes a god to them, they do not suffer fools

I pulled you from a hole today, I pulled you from a hole
The talk was death to stinking thieves, I saved your very soul

You lost your mum and dad so young, is that why you rebel but life is not a one way street, I lost them both as well

You brought me lots of grief tonight, you brought me lots of grief
I brought you up as many things but one was not a thief

I handed back, the things you took, I gave them all right back
The men who stood at mums front door had shot guns in a sack

The offer that they offered me,  was one,  to not refuse
Return the goods the "bastard took"  or read it in the news

If mum and dad were still alive, for this you would pay dear
If mum and dad were still alive, do I make myself clear

I can't believe you did this thing, I can't believe you did
The shame on mum and dad's memory and then you run and hid




Details | Rhyme | |

DaddyTold Me Song on CD

In life to get by, I really do try, very hard to live by,
the old fashioned ways, of how my daddy lived his days,
He often told me not to lie, and when he caught me, it made me cry,
and I still remember him say, son you'll be ok, tomorrow's another day,

Then daddy told me about the war, the first time he wrecked a car,
and of how it made him cry, when some of his friends died,
Then we looked up in the sky, and the whole world felt like ours,
staring high up in  the sky, I just wished that we could fly,

Being young, I asked dad...why?...why do people have to die?
Then I heard him sigh....and say....my oh my oh my,
and he looked me in the eye,
as I yearned for his reply:

Son, people are dying without....and dying within,
with no way out.....hunger starves a friend...
Death is much about, bloody wars that never end...
The whole world, no doubt, suffers from serious sin,

Then we looked high up in the sky, suddenly a shooting star went by,
and the whole world felt like ours, as daddy told me about the stars,
Then I listened to him say, son...tomorrow and everyday...
let nothing stand in your way, and you'll succeed in life....OK.


Details | Narrative | |

Quit That Tapping

like the raven 
who taps taps upon 
your chamber door
do not fret my Virginia
for it's my shadow
moving across the floor
this is what I'm telling you my darlin
and nothing more

beneath lattice
I still call your name
come to me virginia
come hear the tap tap 
upon your chamber door
for only you my love 
I surrender and never more

wind howls in blanket snows
here I stand so all alone
broken hearted and misconstrued
my Virginia who lies under stars and moon
just a tap tap upon your chambers door
tis I and nothing more

tales of hidas truth
blackbird sings harps cords
just like the tap tap upon your chambers door
my sweet Virgina whom I adore
for there'll be love waiting and nothing more

as I lay right next to you in this tomb
I counted only seven who have even knew
the times of this raven who 
tapped tapped upon your chambers door
twas only I and will be never more


Tribute To Edgar Allen Poe
And His Young Bride Virginia
Also To His Poem The Raven


Details | I do not know? | |

Our Daughter - Woman Extraordinary

From the moment You were born
We knew You were Special
Just had that Special Spark For Life
Daughter


You strove to be better than Your peers
From the earliest ages
You always learned from others mistakes
So You wouldn't have to go through the same ones too
Our Daughter - Woman Extraordinary

You're always trying to better Yourself
I'm sure You'll Succeed
In all of Your Endeavors
You've accomplished much more in Life
Than I ever saw for Myself
A Musician, Writer, Accountant and Wife
Our Daughter - Woman Extra Ordinar'
                   God Bless


Details | Free verse | |

Sounds of Memorabilia

My father and I stood outside the old farmhouse in which I was raised and he still lived. 
The black sheep had moved back in temporarily until I found a "handyman special "house to 
work on and live in. It was about nine thirty pm. and really quite peaceful standing out there 
with him. That felt good because if there ever was anything between him and I , it surely 
wasn't peace.
     It was quite dark as only the hairline of the moon's robust face could be seen bobbing in 
and out of a sea sparkling with star milk; which is what my siblings and I called it from our 
perch on that mountain in Vermont. That blonde hairline was occasionally being hidden by 
clipper ship clouds seeming to be sailing back in search of the harbor from whence the moon 
had shoved off.
     I could hear the chorus of crickets fading into background noise as the frogs filled the air 
with the rising stacatto of their incessant peeping. 
     My Father's voice broke the spell while he was taking it all in and said," I wonder where 
the peepers all went." What?", I asked. "You know , the frogs ..used to be you could 
hear 'em peeping all over the place at night like this. You just don't hear 'em any more. 
Wonder what happened to 'em." He was quite surprised when I told him they were still alive 
and well and just as noisy as usual. 
    That's the first time we realized the "old man" was losing his hearing. Soon afterwards , 
he got himself a hearing aid and the peepers came back for him. He was glad about that. 
Those little nature things made him very happy. I enjoyed that about him.


Details | Blank verse | |

Corazón Propio

I often find myself in the same situation 
As a life guard
Who dives into the water 
To save a swimmer. 
She can save herself from drowning, 
But she's content with letting the tide 
Determine the outcome.

Don't forget.
There is always that little boy 
Who walks down the road 
Who will save the wheat from the weeds. 
Let him. Please, for his sanity.

And if thee feelst
That thee art beyond
The young boy's grasp, 
Reach out. 
For he knows. 
The boy wants more for his estrella bonita, 
Than his corazón propio.


Details | Rhyme | |

A Dream's Heavy Load

As she walks slowly down the road,
Her briefcase feels like such a load.

Thinking about the homework she must do,
The reading, rhyming and writing too.

If only the days would grow much longer,
And her back could be much stronger.

She wouldn't be so tired when she got home,
Wanting to head straight for her room.

An hour of rest would be great,
She must get to the library, before it's late.

Yet, she can't resist her comfortable bed,
A few minutes of rest will clear her head.

Oh, the minutes goes by extremely fast,
For fifteen minutes has already passed.

Then off again, she must go,
She wants to better herself, you know?

She dreams of standing on the stage,
With no one giving thought to her age.

She works hard to make her dream come true,
And the chance to share her poems with you.


Details | I do not know? | |

The needle stings but sews

Grandmother sits in her rocking chair 
nearly as old as she 
ragged patches of scrap spread across her lap. 

She tells stories from her eighty years of senescence, 
of faces now aged, some no longer bound by this earth 
as though they were still enjoying the blessings of youth- 
as fresh in her mind as the daisies and buttercups I picked for her this morning 
and placed beside her chair; 
its occasional accompanying squeaks affirming her words from time to time.


She did not know then that she was sewing two blankets for me; 
weaving quilts of words 
from patterns of memories 
patching good times to bad 
making one smooth blanket of emotions. 


The needle stings-it's true 
but only so little by comparison 
to the warmth it provides


Details | Prose Poetry | |

You Haven't Left

You haven’t left my heart
You haven’t left my mind
I’m just trying
To give you some time
Something happened in your life
You don’t care to explain
Or just can’t talk about
Until you feel the time is right
It’s o.k. my friend
I can understand
Just don’t think of my silence
As coming from an uncaring heart
For I would freely give
All that I’ve got and am
To be by your side
To be your confidant
For you mean much more to me
Than a simple hello
Or kiss in the night
You’re the very hope
That brings light into everyday
And I’ll be there for you
In any way that you allow
You’re not just a hand to be held
A touch to be felt
Or a pleasure conquered 
You’re the very hope
Of what life could be
Were I to be the one
To win your heart
So while you take this walk
Know it doesn’t have to be
Or really isn’t alone
For you haven’t left my heart
You haven’t left my mind
And should you need or care to reach
My hand is always here


Details | I do not know? | |

If You Only Knew

If you only knew how i felt about you
You wouldn't treat me like you do 
If you love me like you say 
Why do we get to arguing everyday
I guess thats the way love goes
No one ever really knows 
If you want me,take me
It's the only way you'll get me maybe
I have a lot of things on my mind
But you seem to have me in a bind
That doesn't mean you have me on lock 
That just means no one can block 
The love i have for you is power
It just don't come and go in a hour
You got some really good i guess you think you do
But only if you knew


Details | Light Poetry | |

' Boot-Legged Mama '

Mama and Daddy was always Love-Dovey
She is His Sweetheart – He is Her Honey
First Love… Real Love  -  Forever True
Pa… I Pray to find A Man Like You…

Daddy Laughed and Put His Arm Round My Shoulder
And Said, “I’ll Tell You Somethin’, Now You’re Older
It’s got to do with Your Mother’s Fame
And Why I gave Her, The Nickname…

               … Boot-Legged Mama

                  Boot-Legged Mama
Blue-jean Shorts and Vintage Tony Lama
Walked thru the Door… of A Liquor Store
… Packaged so Pretty… Pa Just had to Pour

               … Boot-Legged Mama

Ma… Was there, to get 6-packs for A Party…
Pa… Was there, ‘cause of a Taste for Bacardi
He took One Look and Knew He Couldn’t Waste Her
Pa… Gave-up ‘Drank’… Just so He Could Chase her !

Dad, Said, ‘He’d Drowned in Dark-Eyes and Sweet-Aroma
Fine-Wine, Crystal… But Tuff’ Nuff’ to Down-Drama
Pa Claims, Mama’s Labeled by the F.D.A.
And Listed on Her Driver’s License is,  A.K.A.  …

               … Boot-Legged Mama

                  Boot-Legged Mama
 Genuine Woman, Who Made Him Wanna’
Take Her to be His Lawful Moonshine
… Married at Midnight – ‘cross The County-Line

               … Boot-Legged Mama

Alcohol’s in Trauma;  and Prohibition Told Her:
"Boot-Legged Mama… Done Drove Pa Sober !"
Now, Homemade-Hooch… is His Acquired Taste
180 Proof… Kicked All Over His Case !

Right Then, Mama Flowed into The Room
Pa, Teased and Said, “Still Full-Bodied and Perfumed !
Ma Hugged Us, then Handed Me – Old Boots and A Dress…
    (and good advice)… “Go Git’ My Elliot Ness…

               … and be a Boot-Legged Mama!

( Hey !... Did I Hear Somebody, In A Country Drawl ….
          Order Up A Bottle of Kicking Alcohol !
         Well, Here She Is… Y'all ! ...
                  Boot-Legged Mama ….

Well John (Moses) Freeman... You Said You Needed
Somethin' :)  to Read tonight, before kicking up your
heels...  Well, Here It Is (Have Fun - Son)

MoonBee 

 (Thank You For All Your Wonderful Comments
Now, I Can't Get Thru The Door for My Ego.. (Smile)


Details | Couplet | |

Like No Other

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Lyric | |

Why Must It Be

Can I let you go? Will you be okay? Where you're headed now...to a better place Listen to my words of forgiveness relieving this pain I'd give anything to have you back again To hold you once more in my arms, one more day of happiness you now dwell within my heart Your innocent smile is forever a distant memory, and the times that we share are precious treasures that I spend reliving The Shadow of Death Took you in just one breath Why must it be? I cry behind this closed door, searching desperately for an answer, yet all I feel is an emptiness inside... despair haunts me forevermore Why did you have to go? Why did you have to leave? Why does this have to hurt? Cancer robbed thy life from thee... Why must it be? Fly away Angel Child of Mine Trod thy broken paths, roam away, fly and be free... Why must it be?


Details | Quatrain | |

I love you mama

Many reasons
Have led me to this
To leave this world
Of negative bliss

Boyfriends, who wants them
Parents who fight
To be in my shoes
I will no longer tonight

My diary is written
As to why I must leave
I have felt this for years
As I internally grieve

My i-pod is charged
As I take my last walk
Goodbye grey clouds
I'll miss your thunder talk

I touch the walls
Of buildings I've been in
Leaving my trace
As I graze my skin

Through the park
Where my innocence was taken
By my boyfriend I thought
Left me distraught, forsaken

I reach my last door
Its just a gap in the fence
As I see where I'll lie
My desires immense

On the sleeper I sit
As I await my fate
Say hello to tomorrow
I'm sorry I can't wait

The light gets brighter
As it nears my life's drama
Tears stream from my eyes
I love you mama


Details | Narrative | |

Family Camp

It was a special time of life
With my children and my wife
In a tent among the trees
At a place called Camp Louise

Sitting around a campfire Friday night
And the big old moon was shining bright
Putting marshmallows on stick ends
Just sitting, talking with some friends

Telling stoories about an old black bear
Trying to give the kids a scare
The stars were shining high above
A time filled with laughter and with love.

With our energy all spent
We crawled into our tent
The bags were musty and the tent was damp
But we loved it there at family camp

In the morning right after daybreak
You could find us boating on the lake
As we moored the boat along the pier
Right behind the shed, we saw a deer

Two more days of playing in the sun
Fishing, hiking, having fun
Plenty of food and a campfire at night
For a few days a year, the world was right.

Those days are gone and our children grown
We wonder where the time has flown
But no matter how far apart we'll be
We will always have that memory.


Details | Free verse | |

Emotional Bruise

Emotionally pinched
bruises the mind
blinds the eye from seeing
internal scars still bleeding
denial of the worst kind
feelings left behind
alone and distraught
in shadows of black and gray
surrounded by emptiness
.
Heart in shreds
gloom and dread
torn apart thoughts
doors of communication closed
beyond reach in saving
numb in soul
crying inside for help
prisoner of pain and hurt
trapped in confinement
of misery.


Details | Concrete | |

Footprints


      oooo O
    (  I left ) 
    ) you  (
     (  my  )
      (note)          O oooo
                            (    on   )
                             )   a    (
                            (white)
                            (page)

  oooo O
(   for   )
) you  (
 (   to  )
 (read)           O oooo
                        (   ere   )
                         )  the  (
                        (waves)
                         (sip it.)

                                         Read…



Details | Free verse | |

I am Free to:

I am free to: Love, 
                  
                       Hope, 
                    
                          Endure, 
                    
                      Sing, 
                 
                        Dance,

                      Cry,

                         Laugh,

                     Grow,

                         Give up,

                     Never stop untill I achivemy goal's,

                                 Live life,
                      
                        Hate! 

               Have the will not to hate,

                 Never give up,

                            Go down the wrong path,

                  To choose the right one,

                        To worship you, Lord!



Details | Lyric | |

Tears

A great day ending in tragedy
now you wait until you get the news
I was scattered in different forms
The car door was slammed into my side
The doctor walks in to give you the news
You fall to the floor
Tears falling from your face
Your makeup running down unto your clothes
Making a stain where your heart used to be
I took you back into the darkest place of my soul
Something was different more darker than before
Now you wait until the funeral of your lost love
Your standing in the corner
Your face is covered in darkness
The blood runs from your eyes
How it hurts in the worst way now that im gone
Your realizing how much i meant to you
Something you havent seen before
Your blindness fades away as you start to see
You fall to the floor fainting
No one picks you up
They drop my casket into my little hole
Where i will stay all life long
How your tears fall unto the ground
Getting soaked up by the soil
Drowning me in your tears
Admire the past no more ways to see the future
Now that your starting to love me more
You wait until you see me in a dream
Dying like the past
As your moving on i fade away
I am no longer alive
You left me behind


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Ripple in the Water

Recently in one of my poems
I wrote
“If you never lose it means nothing to win”
Today 
I add the line
“When you’ve always lost it means everything to win”
I have worked hard to change the person I am
Because
The Lord called on me one night in Prison
And for the first time in my life
MY LIFE
Suddenly mattered to me
MY CHILDREN
Suddenly mattered to me
MY WIFE
Suddenly mattered to me
And my status as a “Homeboy” suddenly meant NOTHING AT ALL
I was locked so deep in a cell that all I could do was write
Knowing that I was so much a loser
That even those who loved me the most
Would never write back
For to them it was just another empty lie
I mailed out a stack of letters every day for over a year
Before I finally got one back
I won’t go into what that letter said
For it is the one thing between my wife and I
That I’m compelled to keep private
When your life is spent as a loser
You completely lose all concept of the word win
Until you actually win something
And all at once all the years of torment and pain
STOP
Being a burden and suddenly become a blessing
As your final tear of regret becomes a ripple in the water
You realize
With the love of the Lord, Family, Friends and Self
You have been reborn
A WINNER

Yesterday I won a Poetry contest on the site and for the first time in my life I felt like
a winner. Don’t be like me and need to win something to realize you are a winner. Know in
your heart that the moment you stop being a loser you are a winner because that is the
greatest victory of all.







Details | I do not know? | |

Be A Good Kid And Roll Me A Joint

When you are nine years old 
and sifting the seeds out 
of your parents pot for them, 
you can't really preach 
about the dangers of cigarettes
and second-hand smoke...
even though you know them.

You know better than to miss a seed
and let it ''pop'' while they are smoking it.
''What are you lazy or just too stupid? ''
''Is it really that hard to make sure 
all the seeds are out? ''

Once you've proven yourself with the sifting job, 
maybe they'll think enough of you 
to actually let you roll one.
If you're lucky.
Then you're a real ''big helper''.
Then they really like having you around.
Because they love you.

But, if you're stupid enough 
to roll a joint that isn't tight 
or comes apart while they're smoking it...
you'll be sorry.
Because then they'll tell all their friends 
just how stupid their worthless kid is.
''Stupid kid.
Can't even roll a good joint.
What good are you''? 

Just wait...you're almost ten.
Then they'll have you smoke one yourself.
''It'll make you much cooler.
Because you're such a dork.
You really need help''. 


Details | Villanelle | |

Honey, I Love You!

Honey, I love you! And what I say is damn true
I swear, cross my heart and hope to die, if, I lie
O can’t you feel, I really wanted to be with you

You’re that someone that I want to share my stew
Come home, let’s fulfill our dreams, and don’t cry
Honey, I love you! And what I say is damn true

I float, like clouds in the sky each time I touch you
‘Cos of tingling shocks and warmness of your pie
O can’t you feel, I really wanted to be with you

I miss your love, your caring and your sensual view
The sweet kisses too, you’re giving every time I fly
Honey, I love you! And what I say is damn true 

Wish you believe my words, even if you’ve no clue
For I know no more how to prove that I did not lie
O can’t you feel, I really wanted to be with you

Listen to your heart and not to a dreadful gossip
Twirling like migraine, that’s why you can’t sleep
Honey, I love you! And what I say is damn true
O can’t you feel, I really wanted to be with you 







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I Exalt You My God

I Exalt You, My God! I will exalt you! My God and king! And worship your name above EVERYTHING! Forever and ever I will bless your name! Your goodness in my life, I seek to obtain. Every day I will bless your name forever. Your path of righteousness, I choose to endeavor! Great is the Lord! Your greatness is unsearchable! You rule by your word… Your divine principle… One generation will praise your works to another. And shall declare your awesome deeds together! I will speak of the honor of your majesty. Not to do so, would be a “spiritual tragedy.” Men shall speak loudly of your awesome acts. What you do, I neither question or ask. I will declare my God’s greatness each day. And will listen to the words he has to say! He rules the earth and heavens above. All of creation declares his great acts of love! Won’t you listen to God’s humble plea? Knowing how much he loves you and me? He has a purpose for me and you that is evident. And offers to all… Eternal life in a heavenly residence! By Jim Pemberton Read Psalms 145:1-6


Details | I do not know? | |

A Soldier Coming Home

He received the call in the middle of the night,
be to work by sunrise, you'll be taking a flight.
Go to a land where freedom will rise,
men will stand proud and wipe tears from their eyes.
Suicide bombers for a man who controlled,
brutality to the people, dignity he had stole.
The soldier would travel to a far distant land,
where oil was vass and towns made on sand.
He fought for his country, he life sealed with fate,
his family remembers  the call on this date.
It was warm in Sepember, he was out on patrol,
explosives were used and would  soon take its toll.
He fought the good fight for freedom was sought,
much food and some water, America brought.
But he would come home boxed with a flag draped on top,
violence was something that he tried to stop.
He left earth the hero, he had fought with much pride,
Joined Jesus in heaven, and walked at his side.


Details | Lyric | |

Goodbye

We're headin' out
Our bags are packed
The dream is over and
The boxes are stacked
But I can't...forget...this place
I don't know how
How to let it go
I can't find a way
I can't go with the flow
All I know...is that I love...this place

The faces pass and memories fade
My whole life...turns to shade
All I know...is that I'll miss...this place

No more fun
Gotta buckle down
No more games
Gotta drop this crown
I hope I don't...forget...this place
Days in the sun and
Nights by the fire
I'll miss those times
With a burnin' desire
I'm gonna...miss...this place

The faces pass and memories fade
My whole life...turns to shade
All I know...is that I'll miss...this place

We're headin' out
Our bags are packed
The dream is over and
The boxes are stacked
But I can't...forget...this place
I don't know how
How to let it go
I can't find a way
I can't go with the flow
All I know...is that I love...this place

The faces pass and memories fade
My whole life...turns to shade
All I know...is that I'll miss...this place
Goodbye...


Details | Bio | |

Broken Tree (2005)

A dysfunctional child lies in a heap of mud
If a parent couldn’t help do you think a stranger would?
Holes in her heart 
A family that torn apart
Not a bad girl just a poor outcome
Just bad labels like 'stupid' and 'dumb'
In this tree lies a damaged root
That’s why we see no flowers or fruit
Broken trees can’t grow wings
So this little girl resorted to other things


a true story about a girl and her family


Details | ABC | |

THE FORTRESS OF LOVE

THE FORTRESS OF LOVE


Every marriage has its bumps in the road
And they can pop up at any time.
We must learn to navigate them safely 
With fairness, faith and open mind.

No matter how far in your marriage you’ve gone
The highway of love has its rules.
The excitement of sex, trust and affection
Never tolerates self-serving fools.

They say marriages are made in heaven,
But so are tornadoes, lighting and thunder.
Cold hearts and hot heads never solve anything
They just destroy what we love by blunder.

 Boredom, frustration, irritations and anger
 Douse the spark between you and your mate.
 More of the same fails to feed love’s flame
 Till you wake up to find it’s too late

Human touch sustains the release of endorphins
For both the giver and receiver.
Never be afraid to hug your partner.
For the language of touch is a reliever.

Always remember to support your spouse
When times of dilemma arise.
The fortress of love will sustain your marriage 
If you speak less and listen more, you’re wise.

By Tom Zart













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With Him goes a Rose

It was only a few days
On their barren soil
Through a doorway he went
So many lives now spoiled

An explosive device
Plastic in design
Could never be detected
Now a life resigns
 
The regimental medic
Rushes to his aid
To stem his internal bleeding
Through his eyes he fades

His lifeless soul lies lonely
As he is gently stretchered away
Where he will be flown back home
To where the angels play

In honoured ceremony
As he is carried to his carriage
On the tarmac awaits
His fiance, without marriage

In the chapel of rest
She stands in a tear laden pose
Her tribute to her lost one
With him goes a Rose

For tomorrow she will awake
A new day in her life
As she remembers her love
Who would have made her his wife




http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/loss-2.php


Details | Rhyme | |

The Dying Tree

Lying- 
in the gutters-
and on the streets-

Wasted beauty-
and brilliance-
at our feet-

From
a tree-
with
broken roots-

they fall-
like autumn
leaves-

Children
of a dying
family trees-


Details | Light Poetry | |

' The Pearl Ensemble ... '

… I Awoke to  A Classical, Pearl Ensemble
A String Quartet’ Upon My Pillow
Your Bass, Echoed – like an Ocean-Rumble
‘… I Love You …’ Plucked the Polished Mellow-Cello’

and the Flawless Violins and The Viola – Flow
Rushed to my Wavy Shore – Aglow
Displayed and Spilled, like a Whirlpool- Vibrato …
… Your Cultured Concert, left me … Staccato’

… I Awoke to A Classical, Pearl Ensemble
A String Quartet’ Upon My Pillow
and as Each Iridescent Drop, Solo-Sheen-Tumbled
… My Own Heartstrings, did Crescendo... Maestro


Details | Narrative | |

If You See

If you see a heartless man,
feel sorry for him.

With that cold heart,
comes lonely.

If you see a man without love,
pray for him,

with that empty home,
comes sadness.

If you see a happy man,
be happy with him,

for a happy man,
can spread joy.

If you see a man with religion,
follow his lead.

for a man of God,
is the best teacher we have.










Details | Free verse | |

no matter what

dedicated to my deceased only brother, joshua

i'll stay with you,
as long as the wind blows
i'll always be in your heart
you know i didn't leave you all alone
i am of eternal essence
my spirit is within you
live my life for me
do all that i cant do
be the one that i once was
conceal the chances known as a flaws
and if contentment immerses herself
or sorrrow fills the air
you will hear my moral
and you'll know that i am there
there for you when you cant see
theres more to life than missing me
i wish you well, my sister, dear
for keep your chin up and wipe that tear


Details | Rhyme | |

I Was Thinking Of The Words To Say


I was thinking about something
just the other day.
I was at a loss for the
"right words to say."

I was thinking about a time
"way back when."
That day I became born again.
A zeal for Jesus that
I once had.
Excitement in my life,
a heart so glad.

A passion for Christ
overwhelmed my soul.
I loved Jesus-for he had
made me whole.

I've forgotten things that
I once knew.
Reading God's word-
I no longer do.

What has happened to me?
I'm so ashamed!
I'm an embarrassment to
Jesus' holy name. 

So, dear Jesus, my knees
I humbly bow.
Please change my life...
I need you now!

By your word, transform
me deep within.
I confess to you my backsliding sin.

I re-commit my life NOW-Yes I do!
And by your love, I'm made
BRAND NEW!

By Jim Pemberton






Details | I do not know? | |

Being Different

The past, it may be over
but is it really changed? 
I wish I could forget it
but my life's still rearranged.

I'm always told I'm 'different'.
There are things I just won't do.
These things that make me strange to them
I owe them all to you.

Because of how you were then
I swore I'd never be.
Somehow I lost myself in this
although I'm finally free.

I won't even look at alcohol.
Oh gosh, no way...no how! 
My kids will never see me drunk.
Not later and not now! 

You'll never hear a curse word
be uttered from my lips.
Although I may be thinking them
while my hands are on my hips! 

I seem like such a nut case
to all who don't know why.
I don't waste time explaining...
I couldn't even try. 


Details | Senryu | |

The Shuttering Lens

The camera flashed
Radiance smiling back
Images of love


Details | Rhyme | |

Before Her Heart Stopped Beating

Before her heart stops beating
Before it's too late
She has things to say
Things that just can't wait

This pain she's lived with
Has made her push people away
She thought she wasn't worth it
So they weren't allowed to stay

But before her heart stops beating
Before it's too late
She has things she must say
Things that can no longer wait

To her parents,
She's sorry she couldn't hold on
As she lays there while
Her lasts breaths are being drawn

To her family,
Everyone who showed her love
She's sorry she couldn't stay
She had too many things she couldn't get rid of

To her friends,
She's sorry, too
It wasn't their fault
They did everything they could do 

To the guy she left
Waiting for an answer to his question, "Why?"
She's sorry, but she knew
It would be a hard goodbye 

To anyone else
She may've left out
She promises to remember you
When she gets to the end of her route

But before her heart stopped beating
She spoke the words that could no longer wait
Even though her words would reach us 
Too late


Details | ABC | |

Heaven on Earth

you make me weak you make me strong.... 

you make me feel that i belong ... 

belong in your life that involves your heart... 

cause i knew it was love from the very start... 

three types of blood that involves  your love... 

and the strengh of are family makes me never give up... 

sometimes were sad and the pain really hurts... 

but the love from four hearts, is heaven on earth! 

bleeding inside, but ill stay by your side... 

cause true love will never die... 

i know your weak and it makes me hurt... 

so i pray to my knees with just a few words... 

lord jesus, my family is broken and a little  sad... 

but every born son needs a dad... 
   
i give you my life since the day of my birth... 

only if you promise me, heaven on earth! 



Details | Lyric | |

Cry

You said things you didn't mean.
His feeling you hurt.
But he never listens to what you have to say.
Trying to wash dishes, it just gets to you.
Stay strong.
Don't cry.
Just finish the dishes and walk away.
Here he goes again. 
You don't do anything, he says.
Yes I do, you say.
What? What do you do...
get on the computer?
watch t.v.?
play around? he shouts.
Homework, you say while fighting back the tears.
Trying to make sure I have a better life, you say.
What you need to do is clean, he says.
Is he for real?
Would he really rather me clean that make sure I have a better life?
Is he mad?
Finish the dishes, he shouts.
But you - never mind! you say.
Stay strong.
Don't cry.
Just finish the dishes and walk away.
Dishes done.
Now walk away.
Almost there.
Shut the door.
Now you can cry.
Wait a second.
Someone is at the door.
He walks in.
Daddy what do you want? you ask.
This is my house and I can do whatever I want, he shouts.
Stay strong.
Don't cry.
Just take it and shut the door.
No.
Don't take it.
Fight back.
He shouldn't make you feel this way.
Daddy you're not being fair, you say.
You never listen anymore, you say.
What are you doing?
Are you mad?
This is your father you are talking to.
No.
You are not mad.
Its time he knows how you feel.
Stand up for yourself.
Fight back.
Let him know how it feels.
He walks out and shuts the door.
You look him in the eyes as he leaves.
There is so much hurt in them.
You finally made him feel how you feel.
And yet, you feel like the bad guy.
Stay strong.
Don't cry.
But you can't help it.
Let it all out.
Cry.


Details | Rhyme | |

When God Called Me

When God Called Me…

When God called me…  
I didn’t know what to expect!
The words he spoke to my heart.  I won’t forget!

What God said to me….  I remember so vividly.
He woke me up in the night so unexpectedly!

When God awoke me.  I “jumped out of bed.”
I wanted to hear what his spirit said.

What God wanted for me…  Was to follow him!
I wanted to obey and trust him as my friend!

What God desired was to have a faithful heart!
He was there for me…  
Right from the start!

My wordly possessions…  I left behind!
A new treasure in Christ…  I did find!

Many of my “past habits” begin to leave me…
As I felt God’s awesome love all around me!

My thoughts and attentions were decided.
Everything I needed...  
 God provided!

I’ve chosen to follow him 100 percent!
Fellowship with my creator,
is time well spent!

He is my beloved and I am his!
He is with me each day I live!

Won’t you beckon his spirit’s call?
Living for Jesus makes it worth it all!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | I do not know? | |

A special wish, from a special friend

If you take it step by step
And only one day at a time
Life can be a gift from God
Not treated as a crime.
As long as you are willing
Helping with open arms I’ll be
Bringing into sight for you
New dreams that will set you free
As your nightmares slowly vanish
And all your demons become stray
Good points to all sorrows show
As your pain slowly fades away
You’re not fooling me behind a mask
I know you very well
Why do you hide the truth inside
adding fuel to all your hell?
Tomorrow when it has passed
Will be a memory like today
Don’t be the pig out to be slaughtered
Be the vulture devouring its prey
Writing the pages is all it takes
To take control of your own fate
Print only truth inside this book
Before it is too late
Remembered as you really are
Just by what your friends have told
A man of honor and all heart
With love that’s free and never sold
So, I’m sending out this blessing
With love that I have chosen to send
Have a Happy Birthday today and always
That’s my wish to you, my special friend


Details | Free verse | |

Mardi Gras

Mardi Gras

Ever since the flames licked 

my fair pink burning flesh,

nothing in my life has remained the same.



I had to go back in to 

save my little brother Chris. 

 Life without him would kill me, 

besides myself I would forever blame.

 

Even though it’s been ten years, 

my face still feels the pain.



Having to go through high school 

with a scarred face is just lame.



I’ve got the body of a goddess; 

I must admit I’m beautiful from the neck down, 

but the hideous burn scars 

on my face have remained.

 

Months after the accident 

weeks before school started,

a knock at my door came.



An anonymous donor sent a box

 full of beautifully hand decorated

Mardi Gras masks made for only the fairest lady, 

that’s the day I got my new name.

 

Each month a new box of masks 

would arrive and I would wear everyone.

I became known as the royal shapely, disfigured lady. 

Mardi Gras was my fame.

 

One night a mysterious white box appeared, 

inside rested the most unique and intricately 

adorned mask of all.  It was a pure white mask adorned 

with a delicate French ivory lace, fluffy pure white 

dove feathers and shiny white pearls outlined the mask.  

White is normally considered lame 

but this was breathtaking, nothing plain.  



Inside the box was also an

 invitation, asking me to attend 

the prom with "Masked Bandit" Lane.



 I couldn’t believe it! All along it was 

my handsome next door neighbor and

 Chris' best friend, who had been sending 

the ornate masks to me.  He was my hero now, 

my enthusiasm could hardly be tamed..  



Lane had always adored my brother Chris and seemed 

to like me too. I always knew he had 

a crush on me, but I never knew to what extent. 

I rushed over to his house where he was playing 

with my brother Chris a heated basketball game.



I hugged him and told him that 

I would love to go with him to the prom.



Just between you and me, 

Lane and I will always be the 

masked King and Queen of Mardi Gras 

and forever in love we will reign.





 

 


Details | Rhyme | |

Just Reach

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

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

as now the days and nights lay 
in such sweet disguise

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

as we reach out for them 
in your broad horizon sky

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

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

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



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


Details | Rhyme | |

This Load I Carry I Carry Not Alone

This Load I Carry… Along the road of life, I carry a large load… It feels quite heavy… As I travel a “bumpy” road. This load I carry is often difficult to bear… At times, I stumble… And caught “unaware…” The trials and hardships of life… I shall endure… I’ll try to stay on a path that is “safe” and “secure.” There are times, however, when I get in a hurry... As the storms of life often cause a “flurry.” During my travel… As I look up to the darkened skies… I can almost look into my heavenly father’s eyes… As God reaches down his arms so strong… He’s there to lead me when things go wrong. The Lord is there to help with my heavy burden… He’s also my guiding light… I am most certain! The Lord is my shepherd and is with me where I go… He’s brought strength and rest for my weary soul. This load I carry may be full of so many things… But grows lighter because of the love that God brings! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Acrostic | |

Mothers

Mothers are truly God’s gift to the world and really for us 
Oh, they will put things out, even a fuss with a simple touch
The essence of their being prevents us from being in a rush
Hear their words of wisdom and one will learn very much
Even as drivers they shift gears without scraping the clutch
Resting a child’s head, they simmer a cry with such a hush
Saving grace, loving us dearly like a hand with a royal flush


Details | Free verse | |

Mom's attempt at the Garden of Eden

1.
Mom 
kept the  perch 
we caught in a bucket.

And when we took them home
She would clean and place them
In our twenty gallon tank
Where they bobbed in stunned silence
Eyes watching for any white movement.

Nobody cared
when they committed fishicide 
on their domesticated tank-mates.

Even the little beta fish
Who had survived our six day pilgrimage from Florida, to find Mecca
was a cool whip container.

2.
Whenever we had guests for dinner,

Mom swooned they
were the smartest fish she had ever seen.

She bestowed upon them names - Jed and Lucy
tapping at the glass 
with one extended finger,
feeding them fish flakes,
like  porpoises fed from the teeth of a trainer in Ocean World

“You can’t keep perch in a fish tank”
the guests would say,
but
they lived for two years
bobbing and staring
in the vacant tank space.

 3.
One crisp winter morning
Jed finished his breakfast of gold fish flakes,  took one
last gulp of slimy tank
water 
then hurled
himself off of glass
walls.
It went 
over and over, 
so hard
I almost thought
the glass would crack.

4.
Lucy 
sat quietly and watched 
him.

She too died a few days later
like aged soulmates
who often cease
to be after their amor
dies.

When someone left the lid open, 
she plunged
her blue green skin shimmered
as she laid 
making fish O’s in the dry air..

I often wonder
if the air that morning
smelled
like an ice floe
to a better place
somewhere Jed waited
with our beta and our angel fish
a place of worms, kelp 
and dragonflies.

4.
Mom 
emptied the tank of the murky filtered water.

Rinsed the ultra neon yellow fish gravel,
and placed the fake plants on a sponge.
Separating  air filter, from pump 
from clear plastic tubing
and put to rest
in a brown cardboard box..

She did it without a word.





Details | Couplet | |

Mother's Wisdom

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | I do not know? | |

What is left to say...

Huddled, hands entwined as one,
the thoughts, the dread
felt like a terrifying storm,
its destruction powerfully felt.

As the tear flowed freely
and anxieties grew,
they clung tighter, closer;
though they already knew.

The room though non-sterile
reeked an aura of death,
for in this solemn room;
their worst fears were met.

As the doctor walked in
eyes stoic, stature tall,
he uttered the words;
your baby is gone.

She fought with the spirit
of one wise beyond her years,
you may be with your baby;
her sweet soul is now free.

Huddled, hands entwined as one,
they wept together, what was left to say.
The drunk driver who killed their baby
in this karmic world;

would pay; would pay.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Day My Daddy Died

to my daddy, Walter M. McGlothin (Aug. 2, 2005)... going home!!!

When someone you love is taken away
There is never enough time
No matter if its
Days,
Weeks,
Months,
Years,
Eons...

~

The heart can't seem to handle an absence
That is the beginning of its existence

~~

My daddy died today...
And eighty-six years of living, still
Did not prepare our hearts for God's will
Forty-nine years of knowing him
Still did not brace me as his life dims

~~

My daddy died today...
And yesterday I prayed
That his suffering be stayed
Yet I wasn't ready to accept
His calm face as he eternally slept
In the hospital bed in desperate escape
Wearing a diaper that made my heart ache
Needing a tell-tale sign that life just slowed
Not stilled; finding none, the blood no longer flowed
I was not ready to let him go...

~~




My daddy died today...
Surrounded by a family's dismay
Seeing his strength slipping away 
Before our eyes each day
A strong, proud man
Never in need of a helping hand
Riding a bike at age eighty-plus
Able to out talk the lot of us
Dwindling as sifting sand 
To a small fragile man
A diminishing strength behind the pain
He steadfastly refused to claim…

~~

My daddy died today…
And we left to mourn his passing
Know within our hearts that everlasting
The originator of our field of flowers
Is resting with the omnipotent powers
In serenity of death the pain belied 
He endured during his living decried

~~

The warmth of his hand 
As I for the last time
Touched my father’s soul casing
A memory that will forever be mine

~~

My daddy died today…
And in the faces of my sisters, brothers
Nieces, nephews and my mother
I saw the blessing his life had given
I saw the strength we inherited even
When we didn’t see it during his living

~~

I saw the love of a family that will miss
The essence of my daddy’s character
And mourn the passing of his spirit
From here to the forever after

~~

My daddy died today…
And now I know why God granted me
The many days we sat on his porch together
As he told me about the life of a man
I didn’t know even though he was my father

Now I can see the dark cloud blessings
Seeing his strength weaken to a point of realizing
That God has indeed blessed him to live
To understand the one thing only God can give

~~

Life
This one granted abundantly
Through the blessings of a loving
Overflowing, caring family
Our riches and wealth realized
Magnified
And deeply
Exemplified... 

On the day my daddy died





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Love, Yes Love

Never much money did my grandpa have,
but love, yes love, was all around,
his weathered skin, and calloused hands,
showed the world, he was a hardworking man.
With a tired old mule, he plowed his fields,
planting his crops, so all could have meals.
No Food Stamps way back then,
just neighbor helping neighbor, time, and again.
All the children had chores to do,
before the rooster crowed, before they left for 
school.
Five little children, their hair so white,
walking down a dirt road, imagine the sight.
.


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Hymn For The Single Mother

I’ve got kids to wake,
A shower to take,
The clothes to press,
Myself to dress,
Breakfast to make,
And muffins to bake,
And children to take to school.

I’ve got the car to take,
To fix the brake,
The mechanic to pay,
Now I’m starting my day.
I’ve got bread to buy
(Not the wheat, but the rye)
And then go home to clean.

Aching and weary,
I finish my chores.
Except to put the kids to bed
And read them their nightly lore’s.

With the fairies and princes,
How I wish I could be,
By myself, all alone,
Not a care, living free.


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Analysis of ‘Raising Children'

It took a long time, but they finally grew up
Each...with individual diversions...Ha!
Five roads...five conclusions, (yet, but not)

“Children are a gift from God”, unwrapped at birth
Coercing us to change...not an option
I’ve become a doctor, judge, nutritionist, 
speech therapist, teacher, and chauffeur...
All without license

In the final analysis of ‘raising’ children
Could it possibly be said...
I’ve finally grown up?


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Fly High

Fly like an eagle,
  soar upon your wings.
Fly like an eagle,
  soar to higher things.
Fly like an eagle,
  no matter what challenge life brings.
Fly like an eagle,
  succeed against the obstacles life brings.
Fly like an eagle,
  soar as high as you can dream.
Fly like an eagle,
  no matter how hard it might seem.
Fly like an eagle,
  you can do anything.


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What they see

I wonder what they see...
When they look down at me...
I wonder do they know I feel...
That my emptiness is real.

I wonder if when I die...
Will the tears be real that they cry..?
I wonder if they know I cared...
I trampled my own heart better they faired.

I wonder if they knew the beatings 
were so they would have a dad...
Or that I loved them even when I got mad...
I wonder if they know I prayed...
As lifelessly my body laid.

I wonder if they will listen as the doctors say...
We had to keep her confidentiality to her dyeing day...
I wonder if they know I lived for them out of love...
I wonder if they'll realize I see those that live with god above...
He holds my hand when seizures come and take hold...
Afraid to die knowing to them, they felt I was oh so cold.


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Blue Dreams and Desire

Blue dream in desire
brain thinking happily
from the dark night's sky
I like for you and me.

And we love so normal
And we love for ourselves
in the blue dreams.

As we open the night gate
we see a beautiful voice calling.


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The King Of Pop

from his abc's
to that freaky billy jean

came a pop star 
for all to love and see

from the apollo's stage
wondered if you were ready for screaming rage

for you never had a childhood of bliss
only done what was on joseph's list

a studded white glove 
and white socks just because

a star on the hollywood walk of fame
for you sang and danced showing no shame

scandals of twisted truth
did not detour you from your missing youth

neverland was your own safari escape
who would figure your best friend would be a chimp of faith

michael may god cradle you in his arms
and basked in your king of pops worldly charm

will forever miss that porcelain smile
and always think of you on my radio dial

for now your at your heavens trial
may god forgive this lost and lonely child




In Loving Memory Of
Michael Joseph Jackson
Aug 29th 1958 - June 25th 2009

           RIP


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Ava's Night

My little girl, she could not sleep
so toss and turn, she pulled the sheets
and, ba ba black sheep safe in tow
to our dark room she chose to go
A creak of the door and then there she was
she wanted to sleep with us because
she heard a noise, she was too hot,
she tried to sleep but she could not
I hauled her up to our bed at three
before too long she was fast asleep
but I, on the other hand, was wide awake
for, someone did my pillow take
and someone elbowed me all night
and had the blanket pulled too tight
Someone’s hand flopped on my head
(I wished we had a king size bed)
By six I finally gave in and rose
eyes swollen tired and stuffy nose
hair looking like I had lost the war
all out of coffee so I went to the store
and when I got back, when asked how she slept
my little girl sighed, and said “good, except...
I thought I would sleep all snugly and tight
but MOMMA bug kept me UP ALL NIGHT!!!!”


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Does Anyone Still Preach On Sin

Does Anyone Still Preach On Sin?

Where are the preachers who
 actually preach on sin?
Where is the fire of God that 
totally consumes within?

One thing that is much 
needed this very hour.
Is God's presence and his 
majesty and power!

Many preachers seem 
worried "they may offend."
Too many are afraid they'll "lose a friend."

If they really preach God's 
word as they ought to do.
Hardly anyone would be sitting in the pew.

No wonder there's so much sin 
and perversion to be found.
The truth of God's word 
has been turned "upside down."

It's time we raise a holy
 standard in our lives.
Listening to God's word and 
no more of man's lies.

The judgement of God begins
 at his house--this is so clear.
Watch out--his righteous judgement
 is so very near!

What will you be doing, when he 
knocks at your heart's door?
Do you really know 
whom you are living for?

It's heaven or hell--there is 
no middle road in between.
It's time to confess and repent 
of all that's unclean.

It's only in Jesus...not religion... 
that will save your soul.
 Jesus waits for you and
 desires to make you whole!

By Jim Pemberton
2008


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Miracles Rain From Heaven

It came into existence from the breath of God 
Just look at animals, people, trees, and look at a bird
The blind will begin to see
People in bondage of sin is now free
The famine will be fed with loaves of bread and fish
A hospice child is granted and receives a wish
People with cerebral palsy will walk
A Chinese man with a speech impediment will suddenly talk
A New York fireman is in a burning building walks out untouched
On a movie set a stunt woman does an amazing and impossible stunt
A very racist white man get saved in a all black church
An illiterate and homeless man gets saved and a hour later get hired to work  
A man rushed to hospital in trauma flat lines awake and yells for wife
A young mother addicted to drugs become clean and gives Jesus her life  
Everyone these people can be a witness and be a disciple 
That heaven rains miracles

John 1:16, 17 From the fullness of his grace we have all received one blessing after
another. For the law was given through Moses; grace and truth came through Jesus Christ. 


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Momma

I know all the stories that she'd told she been livin in lies she knows shes doin 
wrong.All i know is she need to do right. I can't keep oncryin momma s do it just 
please no more fights. I tell myself that she will do better, momma we are a 
family ain't we supposed to bo together. What happened to our happy fun. Every 
since that doy violence but more guns. You used to give me hugs what 
happened to all the kisses, all the good times yes we allmisses.We can forget 
abut it momma thanks to you. You can't play me nomore i'm not a little fool. I try 
so hard but why can't you stop. One day i just wish you will and IT gonna drop.


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Fly-Fly-O, Butterfly

                       Fly
                       Fly
                 O, butterfly
               This little boy
With a gun, thinking, it’s just a toy
                       Fly
                       Fly
                 O, butterfly
               This little boy
A soldier he is, yet still, he’s a boy
                       Fly 
                       Fly
                 O, butterfly
               This little boy
Learned to fire, ‘cos of indecent lie
                        Fly
                        Fly
                  O, butterfly
                This little boy
He’s badly wounded, ‘cos of his toy
                       Fly
                       Fly
                 O, butterfly
               This little boy
No longer a soldier, nor, a little boy
                        Fly
                        Fly
                  O, butterfly
                This little boy
Not breathing, so he can not tell a lie
                         Fly
                         Fly
                   O, butterfly
                 This little boy
Show him, your world, without a gun
                          Fly
                          Fly
                    O, butterfly
                 This little boy
Tell him, he’s still a boy, not a soldier
                          Fly
                          Fly
                    O, butterfly
                 This little boy
Warn him, he’ll get hurt, when he fire
                           Fly
                           Fly
                     O, butterfly
                  This little boy
Guide his soul, to Enchanted Kingdom


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If I Forget

If I forget,
Remind me of your name
As it must have slipped away.

If I forget,
Show me a photo of my face
As it surely has changed.

If I forget,
Take my hand back to that place
For I've certainly lost my way.

If I forget,
Breathe a gentle breath in my ear
If will calm my fear and rekindle the flame.

If I forget,
Bring the heart straps
That held me to you like glue.

And if I forget,
Carry the memory of us
It is lost but a treasure on a raft on the waves...

TRS, 09/13/08


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In-Laws

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

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

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

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


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Will Work For Food

I told my kids we'd see it, this movie, they couldn't wait.
We finally saved the money so we started on our 'date'.

They were so very happy to be on there way to see
this show that they'd been saving for even more than me.

Standing by the corner, he came into our view.
He looked so very helpless that I knew what we should do.

I tried to just look past him, to keep my spirits bright.
But, then I looked in the rearview mirror and knew what would be right.

The kids were looking also, they got quiet and so still.
My son's eyes looked so heavy as they simply began to fill.

He said 'Who needs a movie? There's good stuff on t.v.'
That's when I knew my kids would feel the pain of other's just like me.

As we gave this man the money, he looked me in the eye.
He blessed us all and watched us leave without saying goodbye.

His blessing was well worth it, I felt it in my soul.
I saw my kids' compassion shine and I've never felt so whole. 


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Mom

Mom, you are my role model
Raising me to a young woman, from a little girl
Step by step, day by day
You've done a great job, in so many ways

When I need someone, you are always there
I never have to doubt that you care
I can always tell you what i'm thinking of
Mom, you have my love

You raised me the best you could
Took care of me like any good mother would
You brought me in this world, guided me through life
Giving me the things every kid needs to survive

You righted me when I was wrong
many times you helped me stay strong
Like many mothers, you've tried your best
And mom, i'd say you passed the test

Raising four girls by yourself
Must have been harder than I could inmagine
But obviously you knew just where to begin
And for that i'll love you to the end.....


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Merry Christmas

She stood at her window,
looking out on the world,
alone this Christmas,
this frightened young girl.

The night had come,
without making a sound,
as the snow began falling,
lightly powdering the ground.

Only eighteen, 
when she said I Do,
her childhood sweetheart,
and their love so true.

Ready to see,
this world as one,
planning their first Christmas,
so much left undone.

Then one day,
that dreaded letter arrived,
orders to leave,
and she held it and cried.

When he came home,
he held her close,
trying to comfort her,
reminding her, why he had to go.

He told her softly,
I love you so,
but I am a soldier,
this is what I chose.

Decorate our tree,
in red, white, and blue,
and this time next year,
I'll be back home with you.

Merry Christmas to our Military,
their families, and friends.
We love you all,
and our prayers we send......


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Believe in me

I saw your tears,
I knew something was wrong,
I knew with my mother,
My son didn't belong.
I saw the pain that you held 
deep inside.
I never wanted to leave you,
or ever have to say goodbye.
I chose for you to sleep safe in a bed,
instead of our car,
making sure you were fed,
was most important by far.
I wish I could take all the tears and
sadness away,
to correct all the wrongs and the mistakes that I made.
All you wanted was my approval, my affection and my love,
Yes, I know saying the words, just wasn't enough.
If I could go back in time          
I would have put up a bigger fight 
I would change it all today, 
to make your life a little more kind.
I would be to you all, what a mother should be,
I love you with all of my heart,
I just wish you could see,
All I ever wanted was for my children to believe in me.


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City Cousin

My city cousin called them fireflies
To me it was a lightnin' bug
Her father drank imported beer
My pa drank corn likker from a jug

Her mother had fine linens
Spread on the table with care
My ma was lucky to have food
To put on a table clean, but bare

She never wore hand-me -downs
Her dresses were always new
She had lots of toys and dolls
I always had so few

My city cousin had her own room
With furniture by Simon Lister
I had feed sack curtains
And shared a bed with my sister

We grew up in different worlds
And seldom saw each other
Because her father was ashamed
To call my pa his brother



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On Earth, You and Me


        YOU                                    
                                   

                                  Inside
                            Me             This
                           Or                  No           
                            You           One 
                                   Stand

                                                                          ME                                                                    
                           


As you can see no one’s inside, neither, you or me
On earth we are but just two, there is, no she or he
Nor they, only you and me, and we’re both outside
You’re on the upper side and I’m on the lower side

Great riches is absolutely your convincing power
And from poverty, day and night, I endlessly suffer
You discreetly dislike my skin, though I am meek 
I like the color of your God given, apple-red cheek

Ah! Indeed, God created us, but is He really fair?
My mind is yelling, this is not fair! He’s, too, unfair! 
For He gave you all I like, in this world, everything
And He gave me what you dislike, only little thing

You’ve all, the looks, the wisdom, and great wealth 
I’ve poorer looks, lesser wisdom, and a poor health
You’ve all, and still, for fame, you play with a flame
O, less I got, always, your faults, I do get the blame

This is what we are; accepting the truth is not easy
But I learned a thing, when you’re, too, damn busy
Our Creator had set upon us, an ultimate equalizer
Nil counts, even if,we win the Nobel or the Pulitzer

O gee! We do have something in common, after all
I breathe, you breathe, and someday we are to fall
Now I see that God is fair, time to say, we are sorry
I don’t know if you reflected on this, do you worry?


 


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It's better now

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


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Reason To Smile

Many people don't know
The pain i live each day,
I keep it all locked up inside
Always thought its best this way.

Friends eagerly invite you
Saying your busy its no,
Knowing the truth your broke
Otherwise you would love to go.

Weighing things completely
Listening to what others say,
Nothing ever really changes
For its the same each day.

Despite all life's short comings
After you sit and think awhile,
You still have your loved one
For this you'll forever smile.


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Advice To My Sons




Have confidence that you can be
the best in all you’ll do, my son.
Don’t go out thinking mediocrity
or that’s what you’ll become.

And don’t assume your work is done.
and don’t assume you have it made;
there’s always someone climbing rungs
who can make a better grade.

And never dare an idle hand,
and never chance an idle mind;
change you need to understand
or you will be left far behind.

Don’t break the rules until you’ve followed,
don’t make up rules you can’t abide;
never think your skills are hallowed
and don’t reject advice for pride.

Don’t toe a line you cannot see,
don’t push unless you can be shoved;
don’t cower from adversity
just wrap yourself in an armor of love.


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Questions of Life

Sitting here at work day in day out,
Running my machine mind filled with doubt.

Wondering, pondering about what I’ve become,
Have I done things right? All my task overcome?

Am I happy where I am? Is this what I want to do?
If I could change one thing, would I even want to?

So many questions cloud my mind,
Like the city smog from the daily grind.

Then out of the blue comes a vision so clear,
It sets my mind at rest as the questions disappear.

I see my two children sitting in my lap,
All passed out in my chair taking a nap.

Then I remember why I am where I am,
It’s for my children. It’s all about them.

So I’ll put my mind to rest for now,
Until I ask again what, where, when, why and how.

By: Nathan Bane Leccese
© All Rights Reserved 03/09/2009


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Been There

A gunshot to the head
A knife to the chest
If this is the only way out 
What happens to the rest
Losing your best friend 
Is no reason to end your life
Suicide is not the key
So put down that gun or knife
Is it that your father 
Is dying from lung cancer
Don't give up now
Because only God knows the answer
Whatever it may be
It's not worth the rest of your life
So please for my sake
Just put down that knife
I may not be your mother
Or even your best friend
But please atleast take notice 
To all the love I send
You are a great person
Inside and out
So please let others see
What you are all about
Trust me when I say
I have been there in the past
Drop the sorrow 
Because your dreams have got to last
I'm not trying to tell you
What to say or what to do
I'm just letting you know
How much that I love you


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Dancing Shadows

She Silently waits in the darkness,
Her punishment will come this night.
As he come bursting through their front door, 
Her future no longer looks so bright.

Trying to hide her secret scars
Scars she wants no one to see,
with his hands held tight around her throat,
he said "You will never leave". 

Behind her blue eyes she silently cries,
terrified to utter a sound,
Her end is near, she knows that this time
At his hand he will meet her demise.

Their shadows are dancing upon the walls
He pushes and shoves her until she falls.
Praying that someone would hear her cries,
She sees the hatred in his cold, unforgiving eyes.

An eerie silence fell upon their home,
He stood there staring at what he had done.
As he turned in disbelief,
There stood Carrie, she was watching, she was only three.

The air is so cold now, its so hard to breathe
Theres a heart wrenching sadness one couldn't conceive,
There will be no more bruises, there will be no more pain,
Because his soul, that's where her blood stained


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Dirty Laundry


I’ve come to believe that dirty laundry
is alive.
Just when you’re down to one batch, you turn
around and there are five.

And I also believe that laundry runs around
at night by itself.
“Cause “no one” gets it dirty, or takes it down
from the shelf.

“I don’t know where it all came from” is
what I always hear.
All those towels have a mind of their own, is
now what I fear.

There’s four kids, three adults and seven days in
the week.
How that can turn into twenty batches,..to this
question, the answer I seek.

If I’d just invested in Proctor and Gamble when
they first went on the market,
Today I’d have a Rolls Royce, along with  a 
driver to park it.

 


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Falling apart

I'm fulling apart my heart is full of smoke I swear I dont joke
my heart is beating full confusion and I have no solution because
I'm falling apart inside I feel like I'm dieing inside because
of all the lieing my mind and heart are racen Im tracen my step 
because am falling apart


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Virtue in Essence

Mint in the eyes, metal in mood
buckled in sunshine, burning in brood
You represent all in life that is good
I long to be in your presence.
Sipping your whispers, earful and shine
standing like I still believe you are mine
Sappy and spindly in limbs while I pine
I miss your touch with a vengeance.
Wind in my mouth, catching my breath
pulling me forward until I accept
we are a mist from our birth to our death

We are the virtue in essence.


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"THERE'S SOMEONE WHO CARES FOR YOU !!!"

There's  someone  who  cares  for  you
No  matter  what  you  do
And  it  doesn't  matter  what  you  go  through
Somebody  else  has  been  there  too.
Sometimes  things  have  been rough
Times  when  even  I've  had   enough
But  I  stayed  strong, and  remain  tough.
For  I  know  that  things  won't  be  this  way  always
Because  yet  to  come are  better  days.
Just  trust, and  believe  with  all  of  your  heart
Then  say  a  prayer  and  Jesus  will  do  his  part.
Without  him  we'll  always  fall
When  in  the  beginning  he  should've  been  the  1st  we call.
So  now  that  we  know  what  we  are  to  do
With  just  little  bit  of  faith, we  must  stay  true.



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Dear Child

Today is a brand new day.
A bright new morning
May the lord God guide your way.
May he be with you in all you do and say.
His love is vast as deep as the wide wide space.
Hold on Dear Child and you will soon see his face.
No one can love you as God almighty can.
Just believe in Jesus and take his hand.
Don't let go when he is in your heart.
He was there when you were born.
From you he will never part.
Through life's trials and tribulations,
God is with you with his true love and dedication
Wherever you go or whatever path you take
Remember God is with you and he will guide your way.
Keep your faith
Don't let stumbling blocks make it waiver.
God loves you and will be there forever and ever


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And Then I Pray

You came into my life, why? I didn’t invite you, I never wanted you around, you 
know this , but you will not leave, you don’t know how much I hate you, and yet I 
don’t hate anyone or anything. When you hate, to me, it is the same as killing. If I 
only knew how to kill you ……. It would have been done many times over. I awake 
every morning and there you are, ready to make my life miserable, the one thing 
you enjoy most in your life. Wherever I go, you follow bringing your misery into my 
life. Why cant you just leave and leave me in peace? I fight with you every day, and 
it hurts so much, so much it hurts to fight with anyone, even you. There is one 
way and only one way to rid you of me. I think of this often, but then where would I 
be? I would not be, because you are part of me, your name is bi-polar. Handed 
down from my father and from his father, and from me to my son, but he refuses 
to recognize you, so he fights you without help he could get. If he would only say I 
know who you are. I hurt for him everyday, and then I pray.
Oh God please forgive me for what I have brought upon my son. Son, I love you, 
and am so sorry for what you go through. Maybe someday we will talk again. Dad


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Scream and Shout

I wish this battle would end today
I’m so tired and really must say
That if you continue
To stress me out
I’m afraid there’s more I can do
Than simply just shout
You say I drive you crazy
And you don’t know why
That I must scream, yell and cry
Well just once
You should hear me out
Then maybe I wouldn’t
Feel the need to shout out
But you must understand
There is a reason to you whys
Why you make ME crazy
And why I easily cry
And I’m not saying
I’m right and you’re wrong
I’m simply saying
It’s getting hard to go on
With this life I made with you
Our home, our marriage
And our children too
I love you all without doubt
But I can’t stand
How you make me shout
And I do not like the way you are
When you say that’s it 
And that it is YOU who are tired
For I have put in
One hundred and ten percent
And you may say you love me
But I can’t see that yet
I thought I did when we first met
But that one I haven’t
Figured out just yet
But I know this without a doubt
That the that you make me shout
Just isn’t right
And is driving me insane
As well as it is you
I can see your views
But the problem here
Is easy to see
It is a little bit you
And a little bit me
And together with family
Disaster makes three
That is my view
At this present time
Concluded from the vibes
That I get from you
And if you don’t get
What I’ve been trying to say
Then I hope and I pray
You figure it out one day
For I’m tired of explaining
Myself to you
When all that you do
Is form your own views
I’m sick of the way
I scream and I shout
When you twist things around
And put words in my mouth!!

8/14/2005 3:47 AM


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God Beautifully Created Us


God Beautifully Created Us! God beautifully created us with unique features. Because of sin, we’ve become fallen creatures. God deigned us to have fellowship with him! But that was broken, on account of SIN! God formed us out of the dust of the ground… His wonderful creation was made all around! God had a purpose and a plan in mind. He wanted to be a part of mankind. This was broken because of Adam and Eve’s fall. But through Christ… He’s made a way after all! Through Christ we have access to God’s throne. He died for us so we can make heaven our home! His gift of mercy is for all to receive! Won’t you accept him? And believe? By Jim Pemberton


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FRIENDSHIP

A good friend to me is more than a person,
She laughs, she cries and cares for certain.

She hears you always, without a word spoken,
and in times of trouble, she's a valuable token.

She comes over to lend an un bias ear,
and when she needs you, she knows you will hear.

Her shoulder's are huge and can bare all the weight,
and when you call, she never comes late.

To her you can tell your innermost thought,
because judgmental, she will be not.

A simple little outing is so much more when she comes too,
we can always come up with something adventurous to do.

When  you need help, she's got the call,
and in return,  expects nothing at all. 
  
Your children love her, as much as you do,
and for your children, she cares as much too.

A good friend to me is more than a person,
She's the BEST in the world, and that is for certain!!!!


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Dad

Dad is not perfect, but, a wonderful man;
He’s honored by his wife, daughter and son.

Whether a naughty girl or an angelic boy,
He’s ready to buy a gift or make a toy.

Dad is whom you want to be with,
When you’re down or you’re in need.

He is always there for you, giving hope;
And loses his temper when you’re in dope.

Dad was born, indeed, to make us laugh;
Especially, when he shares his funny stuff.

In one’s heart, he leaves his memories;
A true friend, a brother, a man of peace.

So this is what dad means to me;
Am I ready for this? Let me see.

Hmm, I’m thinking; nope, I pass.
I’m old, just 90. You boys don’t rush.



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Heres Looking At You Kid

Dear brother you were only 22
when the good Lord came calling for you

Water had consumed your last breath
Coroners said was a flashback from heroin and meth

I had always looked up to you
but your verbal abuse made me and the others feel blue

black hair  hazel eyes man you look so like Elvis 
imitating shaking your hips and pelvis

blisters and sores on  your young pale face
oh boy how you had fallen from Gods grace

you had a little girl right after you died
Mom always stood by her and your girlfriend's side

first Grandpa then you Dad  Mom and brother Bob
for my life now feels like I've been robbed

missed over 30 yrs of wishing you  birthday greetings
now at the dinner table there is limited seating

but every year when your birthday comes and passes
I will be there to pick your grave site overgrown grasses

I wonder what you would look like today
or even if your hair would be full of grey

I have forgiven for all you had done to me
for I hold no regrets so your soul can be free

heres wishing you another birthday greeting
as I lay this card and rose at your grave site's seating

Please give Grandpa Dad Mom and brother Bob my love
for someday I will reunited with all of you above

For now I have my own little girl
for she is my own everyday  world

I promise to tell her all about you
and how God will turn you into someone pure and new

Rest in peace my loving dear brother
heres another birthday wish I send in passion smothers 






In Loving Memory Of
My Brother Gary

10/ 18/ 48
 6 / 5 / 71









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Farewell


A yearling asleep 
When its mother arrived
She knew it was time
A green meadow, the best place
It was time to say farewell to her fawn
For he was a young growing buck
She wished him good luck

He would miss being 
A small spotted fawn
Who
Waits patiently for mother
While gnawing the grass
Oh, he would dearly 
Miss those wonderfully
Glorious days


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Freaks of Nature

Freaks of nature we are few 
who once were one and now are two. 
God took his hand to part the seed 
for on the earth he saw a need 
for two souls birth and not just one, 
until all work on earth was done. 
Freaks of nature we are few 
who once were one and then were two. 

Two souls did birth and took each life 
to live with love as did their Christ. 
And down life's path they each would turn, 
out on their own so they would learn. 
About man's faith and troubled ways 
and teach of love and God's true grace. 
Called freaks of nature they were few 
who once were one but lived as two. 

Their families grew and moved through life 
and ventured out beyond their sight. 
Soon knowing their job here was done 
and standing with The Shinning Son. 
As each did enter each would leave, 
as God so whispers up each breeze . 
They entered life by God's own hand 
and will return to promised land. 

As life did start and then was two 
God saw now what he was to do, 
Return the broken seed to one 
and make it whole since life was done. 
Once Freaks of nature who were few, 
returns to one, but lived as two. 

        lindadoster 



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Momma. I Know You'er Looking Too.

Momma you always said to me,
"babe when I'm not there and
you'er scared, look up at the
moon and I'll be there."


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That Old Rocking Chair

See that old rocking chair in the corner
Made of nothing but wood, nails, and glue
My Grandfather made it for Grandma
Back when their marriage was new

It's where she rocked her all her babies
Prayed and sang sweet lullabies
It's where Grandpa set by the edge of her bed
On the night he told Grandma goodbye

It's where Grandpa would  set and tell stories
All us kids gathered round  at his feet
And the stories were all about Grandma
And how she made his whole life complete

When my Grandpa passed on
The chair was passed dowm 
To my Mother and then on to me
Now it sets over there in the corner for my family and friends to all see

Sometimes late  at night when it's quiet
I think I see that old chair move
I know it's just Grandma or Grandpa
In that chair made of wood, nails, and glue


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Given Time

Given time I just need to stand
let me see my parents smile 
trades what I couldn't do without
prayer of hope that I wouldn't leave them 
because some days I blur them out
I complain that life was hard 
But to see death come to them is even harder
let it bring the truth 
I no inside my eyes there lye's the proof
its me, they are who the should be 
my realization is weak 
my imagination is fiction 
but bring into life is what I fake and make is what is existing
trying to take control of the feeling
but to lose all that with the past times
makes the situation rewinds on my mine
forgive me god now I am trying 
I don't wan ta to leave u daddy 
But I think I can make it on my own
I don't wan ta see you weak momma 
I only wan ta image of  you as being strong
Yes I know the rain don't only wash away
The sun is not what brighten the day
and its good to place these things together
but my emotions is lost though all weather
bring me though 
don't let me blame 
just give me the strength to gain
let me be who I'm supposed to be
don't let me fall into the dictation of hurt
god bring me close to my identity


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Simple Things

My beautiful daughters laughter
My ever-loving wife
Family…
Walking on sunset beaches
Telling stories at bedtime
Silent moments of understanding
Giving out “I love you” freely
Holding me up when I’m weak
The inflections in your voice
Letting me alone
All these gifts you give to me,
Like the fire in your eyes
These are my truths of life
All of these fill me with tomorrow’s desire
You…
Me…
We…	


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I am Here for you

When, life gives all you can take and the loads to heavy to take. I am here to 
lessing the load and carry it with you.
When, your days seam to long and troubled. I'll be here to shorting and make a 
happy day for you.
When,your nights are long and restless. I'll be here to fill your nights with 
tenderness and watch over you.
When, you feel your hopes and dreams aren't coming true. I'll be here to help 
make each one come true for you.
When, you feel no one really cares for you. I am here caring and loving you.
When,you feel your heart has no Love too give or receive. Look around , I am still 
here for you. 
When, life isn't with you by your side, I'll always be here for you.
When, every moment of your life is filled with pleasured and dreams. I was 
always standing here for you.
I will always be close to you for Loving you and filling each of your needs. 
Because, as your mother i will always be here for you.


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Planted with Love

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

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


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Poetic License

There is a force outside this walls
trying to penetrate the security.
Things kept crashing round us.
In love you were sheltered,                                                                                                
but now you color it hostility.
Your embracing the things
that take you away from us,
But you color them saviors.
We were encircled with words
Of loving-kindness as a support,
But you now color it bondage and chains.
With what vision do you
Contort the foundation,
Of our very make up?
We must see through different eyes.


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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.


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VIRGIN

With malar flushes, 
Causelessly she blushes,
In solitude, to herself she smiles,
While walking, aimlessly she tarries.
With a startled look, 
Whom does she seek?


Details | I do not know? | |

What friends are for

friends are there when you need them
they can always act as family
they always want to answer your calls
and they are always there 
to tell secrets to
they keep you company
when you're alone
and they are always great listeners
they keep you updated of new things
and are always there to play with
when you're sad 
they'll cheer you up
they give hugs
at the most needed times
and always there
to back you up
when you know you need it


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Going Away

 

I watched him shuffle across the dusty old floor,
You could see the pain with each step as he reached for the door.

I said why don’t you let us get someone to help you with your chores?
Reckon that would probably make it easier on me, that’s for sure.

But son I’ve been a batchin ever since the Lord took your Granny away,
And I really wouldn’t have it any other way.

My old dog and that old cat keep me company when the days get rather long,
We sit out on the gallery and I hum one of your granny’s favorite old songs.

Ain’t gonna be to long, I reckon till the Lord calls out my name,
Sure enough been ready, without your granny ain’t nothing quite the same.
 
The one thing I’m gonna miss though is seeing you every day or two,
Yeah I knew that day was a coming, just thinking on it really made me blue.

I said paw does it scare you some knowing you be fixing to leave,
Don’t reckon it does knowin I’m a going to a better place, sure ain’t no reason to grieve.

I said paw how am I going to get along, you’ve always been there for me?
Just trust in the Lord son, He’s always there you’ll see.

Well it weren’t but a few days later we laid ole paw away,
I never seen him look any happier, I know he was ready for that day.


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Goodbye

Her breathing was so even and calm,

Sleeping in that bed,

Her face once distorted with so much pain,

Now seems so soft and painless,

Looking closer to her face,

I think she’s kind of smiling,

Maybe she’s dreaming of when she was well,

Or maybe she’s dreaming of me, I can’t tell.

 

I remember summer evenings; we’d sit in the grass,

She’d tell me stories that I had never heard,

About people and places from the past,

She even shared her dreams with me,

And swore me never to tell,

That one day she would fly away,

And get out of what she called hell.

 

She never liked the place that we called home,

Always saying there was so much more,

But where I never saw, and always failed to ask,

I think she thought she wouldn’t have been sick,

If she hadn’t lived there,

But I know she would still be, 

No matter where she did dwell.

 

Sometimes I would feel sad,

Because I know my time with her would end,

That one day she would be so sick,

She wouldn’t get back out of bed,

I feel this time has come,

 

She’s been in bed a long time now,

Her skin has lost its tan,

She’s so white and fragile now,

I’m afraid I’ll break her if I touch her,

I was told even though she sleeps, she can still hear me,

So I tell her lots of tales,

And all my darkest secrets,

I swore her never to tell,

That I wish that she were well,

 

Lately everyone around has been so sad,

So many tears- I don’t understand,

Is she finally going away?

From this place that she called hell?

Is she finally going to be free from pain,

And actually fly away?

 

I’ll guess she may have already,

Maybe that’s why she smiled,

Maybe in her dreams,

She’s flying high in the sky,

 

Sleep now,

And I will do the same,

I know that when I open my eyes,

Yours won’t because your time has finally came.

 

I’ll miss you forever.


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Childhood

Childhood is an imaginative adventure for which only you have a pass,
Childhood is a romp in the ocean with all the underwater mass.
Childhood is asking, "Why?" and only getting, "Because,"
Childhood is running in the cool grass in your bare feet with no cause.
Childhood is freeing your spirit, heart, and soul,
Childhood is going over the bridge without paying the toll.
Childhood is seeking that one good thing,
Childhood is flying on golden wings.
Childhood is really feeling that cool breeze on your face,
Childhood is wanting to run that one last race.
Childhood is the greatest experience you'll ever feel,
Childhood is a box you should never seal.


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The Little Things In Life

Too often we don't realize,
What we have until it's gone,
Too often we wait too late to say
"I'm sorry, I was wrong."
Sometimes it seems we hurt the ones
We hold dearest to our hearts,
And we allow stupid things
To tear our lives apart,
Far too many times we let
Unimportant things get in our mind,
And by then it's usually too late
To see what made us blind,
So be sure that you let people know
How much they mean to you,
Take the time to say the words
Before your time is through,
Be sure that you appreciate 
Everything you've got,
And be thankful for the little things
In life that mean a lot.


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To my sister on her wedding day

I opened my eyes and you were there
I cried for the first time, you still were
I looked up at you as I crawled on the floor
So happy you were, running through the door
I stood up on my feet and followed your footsteps
Innocently smiling, you watched as I made my first steps
We both grew older and started the fights
Still we’d play and laugh on hot summer nights
And on dark freezing winter days,
I’d fall asleep in your warm embrace

A real best friend I’ve found in you
Like a mother’s love; so sweet, so true
How lucky I was, life seemed so fair
Smothered with tremendous love and care
You taught me how love can be unconditional
You showed me such love was real, not fictional
You showed me how in two bodies one soul can dwell
And what it meant to be a sister’s protective shell
Sharing my life with you has been a great pleasure
Our sisterhood will remain my truly greatest treasure

You’ve now become a beautiful bride
And I look at you with indescribable pride
I wish you a lifetime full of love and delight
I wish to always see your smile shining so bright


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Crackling Hearts an Onomatopoeia Poem

Crackling Hearts

Swoosh, whoosh a salty sea soars,
splish-splash colossal waves a roar.
Drip-drop, a leaky faucet spent,
trickle, streaming tears repent.

Pounding heart sore, you adore,
beating, loving pumps no more.
Thump of regret, of love in debt,
thrashing together you forget.

Fluttering beats on retreat,
sloshing a scent so very sweet.
Shattering bond, broken beyond,
a bellowing future now so fond.

Grimacing glares, hatred a flares,
spawning an odium of stares.
Soured smiles, trekking every mile,
whispering woes all the while.

Crackling hearts, burned apart,
smoldering pain from the start.
Hissing highs, kissing goodbye,
a burning love affair denied.

*An Onomatopoeia Poem people, but no place to choose that category! Thanks for taking the time to view my work, my fellow poet and poetess friends!


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We Salute Our Veterans This Memorial Day


We salute every soldier who’s served this great nation. And offer a heart of thanks and appreciation! We salute each member of our armed forces. And are thankful for their efforts and resources! We salute the many who protect our borders too. We’d be in trouble… If not for people like YOU! We salute every son and daughter lost in a war. YOU are what serving this country is meant for! We salute the officers who’ve guided our women and men. Our prayers are with you! And our love from within! We salute our veterans! Wherever they may be! Those who served on land, air and sea! Offering prayer to the Lord is our belief… That he will guide our Commander-in-Chief! As we observe Memorial Day this year… Let’s offer our soldiers love, hope and cheer! May God bless them in all they endeavor And his peace be with them today and forever!! By Jim Pemberton


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He Loved You

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

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

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


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


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A living hell My Agoraphobia

My Agoraphobia.
In 1983 you came back  into my life.
Bringing me nothing, but trouble and strife.
You kept me a prisoner in my own home.
When all I longed for, Was to go out alone.
You caused me pain, you made cry,
I felt so ill, I thought I would die.
From doctor, to doctor, from pillar to post.
Where o where, is the cure I wanted the most?
Where exactly does the answer lie?
Eventually I found it, in a doctor called Di.
She gave me the will to carry on and fight.
I fought so hard, with all of  my might.
The shops in the village seemed so very far away.
If only I could go out, just for one single day.
I tried and tried, the tears, the pain,
It was a battle lose or gain,
I gave it everything, yes everything I had.
It wasn’t easy, in fact, it was very bad.
In 1990, after 7 long years,
A lot of heartache, many, many tears,
I was starting to win the battle of getting out the door,
With each day, I was doing more and more,
But there was still so many things that I couldn’t do alone.
Still so many jobs, that had to be done on the phone.
I could now walk to the shops, there and back,
 get the groceries, take them home, and unpack,
But I still couldn’t get a bus into town on my own,
only if I had someone to go with, borrowed, on loan.
It took several more years, of heartbreak and pain,
Before I could finally travel alone again.
May 2nd  2000, I jumped on a bus and popped into town,
It was just like my world had been turned upside down.
HERE WAS I FREE AT LAST,
Finally free to forget the past.
So I decided to do something I had never done before. 
I started at college part time, each day I couldn’t wait to get out of the door,
To catch my bus, to feel like I had finally rejoined the human race.
Living life at a hectic pace.
Going to college at the age of 53,
Really did do wanders for me.
The computer course was harder than I thought it would be, 
but others in the class helped me.
Our tutor was really nice,
Always ready with good advice.
Now I really feel I have turned my life completely around,
With this new freedom I have found.
With a lot of help, from my husband and son,
The battle is over, finally won.
So its goodbye agoraphobia you belong in the past,
Never again will you get me in your grasp.

This is a true poem of my own battle with Agoraphobia, That robbed me of a lot of my life, 


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A Mother's Love


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


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We Lost More Than a Dad

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

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

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

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

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


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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.


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The Hospital Fairyland

THE HOSPITAL FAIRYLAND

They walked together, hand in hand,
Into life’s magical fairyland.
Where there was no trouble, where there was no pain.
Where life could really, begin all over again.
Where were no men in little white coats.
Forcing you all, to stuff drugs down your throats.
Forcing you to do, what you didn’t want to.
Telling you it was all for the best, for you,
People shouting, people crying.
Most of the people talking about dying.
What is this hell, we’ve all come to?
It’s called coming off drugs, we all have It to go through.
Where will it end, what will we do?
None of us really, has a clue.
We are given more pills, we are told, we have to take.
To the men in white coats, life’s a piece of cake.
We are the prisoners, they guard the doors.
Some try to creep out, on all fours.
Into hell and back, we go for a ride.
Eventually if we’re lucky, we come out the other side.
Where we can walk, hand in hand.
Into life’s magical Fairyland.
Where there is trouble, where there is pain.
But at least we can start, living again.


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A Farmer by Trade

He worked on the land, a farmer by trade.
He never will know the impact he made.

When plowing the fields, his mind would be filled 
with lessons in life he taught and instilled. 
“Life’s pretty simple” my grandpa would claim, 
“The rules we should live by are always the same.” 
He delivered his thoughts in a wry kind of style. 
You’d think he was mad, but then he would smile. 

He was always profound, a man of his word. 
He would always look forward despite what occurred. 
“I’ve never reaped anything I didn’t first sow. 
The seeds that you plant is the crop that will grow. 
Fix your eyes on a spot, if you want to plow straight. 
If you need to start over, it’s never too late.” 

One thing I remember, he often would share, 
“Don’t tear down a fence, ‘til you know why it’s there. 
Some fences are built to keep danger away, 
some fences are built so we’ll know where to stay.” 
His philosophy in life was to, “Let people be.
I’m not here to judge, lest they should judge me.”

“Some things are better off left on the ground, 
manure doesn’t stink ‘til you stir it around.” 
The best thing he taught me was how I could find 
the answer to anything crossing my mind. 
Whatever I’d ask him, he’d get out the Book, 
saying, “God wrote it down, if you take time to look.”

He understood things that few understand.
A farmer by trade, he worked on the land.


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Mother

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


Details | Shape | |

A Shirt

       did you know                did you know
   what i am? well             i'm a shirt, a shirt
  no? can't you tell? do you see what i am yet?
  or shall i tell you more what i can do, what i am
 I am the thing you put on each morning for work
or for play, or for school, and every time you go out 
          but you take me  for  granted,  friend 
           not everyone  has such an advantage
            some don't have more than  a cloth
            to cover a small portion of their skin
           sin marred by the hot sun and by dirt
            the next time you put me on to play
           remember what i have told you today
           you may always have me you may not
            but you can't take things for granted
           because you have minor problems now
            compared to those in other countries
           please stop complaining about them all


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)


Details | Munaajaat | |

Tell Me

I'm lost hurt and angry
Why did you take his life
I want, No I need to know
Tell me, Tell me why
I deserve to know

Haven't you done enough to him
What'd he ever do to you
He suffered his whole life
Suffered more than anyone deserved
Tell me, Tell me why you did it
I have a right to know

Why'd you let him born to them
Born to worthless parents
Parents who didn't care
They threw him away like garbage
Pawned him off on someone else
Tell me, Tell me why
Explain how you could do that

You gave him Polio
You let others treat him like disease
You took away the full use of his legs
You warped his hand and foot
Tell me, Explain to me why
I deserve to know

You let others think he was crazy
You let it go on for over year
You didn't stop it, Why
Tell me, Give me your reason
Answer me, Help me to understand

You go and make matters worse
You gave him Cancer
You didn't give him a chance to fight back
You just jerked him away from us
Tell me, Tell me how
How you could be so cruel

How can others not question you
When others do it, It's murder
But when it's by your hand
It's your will, Their fate
Tell me, What makes you so different
Your no better than the demons knocking at the door

You heard me beg and plead
You know I'm not afraid to die
I was willing to carry it all for him
I was willing to take my Daddy's place
You didn't even let me say Goodbye
Tell me, Tell me why I couldn't take his place
Answer me, you owe me that much



Sabrina Niday Hansel
~Niday40873~

(motif) Spiritual


Details | Ballad | |

My crazy cousin

My crazy Cousin.

My cousin calls me crazy poet
Cause I don’t think like others
I’ve not seen her since she was three
A Flower girl to us lovers
When we got wed in sixty five
But now we write and all
Oh lord, we two are so alike
It’s just remarkable.

In eight weeks time, she’s coming here
To good old western Oz
I know we’re going to get on well
I do, and that’s because
That girl is crazy just like me
And she likes a good old laugh
She seems to be a grand old bird
I’ll say on her behalf.

She’ll bring her man, and son with her
They’re all creative folk
She can paint and write as well
And boy, it is no joke
The kind of talent that they have
It will be a joy to me
To meet up with forgotten kin
I can’t wait for this to be.

11 August 2013 @ 1813hrs.


Details | Cinquain | |

WEATHER (Cinquain)

August
Fun at the beach
Picnics with the family
Soon be time to go back to school
Summer


Details | Quatrain | |

The Mighty Kern (The end of many dreams)

You’re not real deep as rivers go
You’re really not that wide
When it comes to my feelings of you
They’re feelings I just can’t hide

Through giant boulders you descend 
Winding through canyon walls
Inside you many have met their end
As rapidly as your water falls

Merle Haggard wrote a song of you
You took someone he loved
His song is very beautiful and true
A gift from God above

At four I stood upon your banks
Watched my mother die
Like those before and after her
So many left to cry

Your pools are pools of death
Calm and still they seem
Whirlpools lurking underneath
The end of many dreams


For Brian's contest
 


Details | Couplet | |

A Prayer for my Wife

                           A Prayer for my Wife


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Acrostic | |

The Greatest Gift of All

Tis’ the season born of love
He was born up in a stall
Enjoy the gift’s you receive

Christ, the greatest gift of all
Hope is what he offered us
Redemption for our sins
I know that I have been set free
Salvation from within
Tis’ the season born of love
Merry Christmas to all
Amazing grace we have received
So lets answer the call 

Giving is the greatest gift
If given from the heart
Follow yours and you shall receive
The gift that never parts

----------------------------------------
I know that times are tough but please
remember that many families are much 
less fortunate than us. Many families will
turn to homeless shelters for they have 
no where else to go. Their are many ways
to help and the rewards are priceless. The
gift of giving is truly the gift of love.


Details | Verse | |

I'm Going Home

,

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

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

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Details | Free verse | |

Ode to my son on his 28th birthday

When I looked up at you the other night
I saw you coming through the door
Framing it with your amazing smile
steadfast, self assured, a happy man
A happy Dutch life with Irish sea-kissed roots
Not just a European but a world class man
As you stood before me, I felt such pride.


When I think of you, I see my little boy blue
Forever young, blond mop, those winsome sky eyes
my spry child, intelligent, forever questioning
hyperactive,  mischievous, a little dare devil
your smile, a mile wide in times of trouble
I see you holding your teddies Ruby and Rupert
Tractors, diggers, broken engines brrrrrrrmm.


Your love of engines, paid off after all
as you shifted gear to driving instruction
For a guy who showed no interest in being a scholar
Now you are the teacher, with a flurry of pupils
I think it works better, this way around.
Your greatest gift is your love for people
Your greatest asset, your winning smile


Keep on living and loving as you do
You view life through a positive lens
Becoming a mother hit me with a new perspective
An appreciation of life, when I gave you yours
Together we grew, and continue to grow
In love and respect, now and forever.


Details | List | |

I love

I love your soft kisses.I love firm but gentle touch.  I love the way you bite your lip.I love you soooooo much.
 I love the way you look at me.I love the way you smile.  I love the way you're shy sometimes,Every once and a while.
 I love it when you look at me, When I'm not looking at you.  You think I do not realize it, But really...I do.
 I love the way you cuddle. I love the way you sleep.  I love how you bite your lip when something turns you on. I love the way you rub your neck,when you are thinking so deep.
I love all of you,Your nose, your lips, your hair, even your smelly feet.  I love how you drink Dr Pepper. Morning noon and night.  I love how if someone puts me down your always there first one there ready to fight.  I will never stop loving you. You are so amazingly sweet.
 I love that I love you.I have loved you from the very start.  I LOVE ALL OF YOU,You alone hold the key to my heart.


Details | Free verse | |

Rebuilding the Shed in the Backyard - Again

My son is out fixing up the shed.
Winter is coming on. Needed doing he said.
He had the time and the bound-to’s.
I’m not used to this thought process, I’m not. Not from a child.

I watch him for a while.
Opening and closing gates as needed.
The dust, sifted into powder from summer’s heat, poof’s with his steps.
The heels of his jeans dragging strings on the ground, erase the tread of his 
boots.

The shed is old. There is algae or lichen on the north side boards,
where the wood is splintery gray.
Some of the lichen florets are the color of sage, some the color of a bright orange 
rust,
Circled with gray ones and black, their life cycle played out.

He hammers nails and screws in screws while holding boards in place.
Sweat glistening where skin is exposed, making long dark stains in his black 
shirt.
Veins standing out against the strain, and
Muscles laboring to prove he can do the job well, without a mother’s help.

While he works I think about his father and how differently they work.
His father preferring team work and orchestrated smooth motion
working side by side, no extra movements – and he whistled.
My son needs to prove his skills first – alone.

The shed is done and it will brave another winter, keeping the horses sheltered 
from the elements.
The wind, snow and horses milling about, will obliterate the trail of pant cuffs, 
Along with the memory of one cool day at the end of summer, 
When a man worked hard to rebuild their shelter.


Details | Free verse | |

If This Hat Could Talk

If this hat could talk, it would tell you many things
Emotions from the heart, and the beginnings of many dreams. 
This hat would reveal about the long drives taken along the open road
Where the summers stayed hot and the winters were cold.
Where love was in bloom and marriage could not come any faster
When a moment stood still, waiting to hear for an answer.
A time for listening to laughter, with children, family and friends
About loss and heartache, when a loved ones life ends.
Oh the stories this hat could tell with recollections to disclose
Like secrets that have been hidden, never to be told.
This hat is special, one of a kind, so you see
Dear to my heart with a lifetime of memories.


Details | Rhyme | |

the AIDS song

 AIDS POV: 

Right now it’s only cough and cold
But you won’t survive until you’re old
Your friends and family will stay away
No matter how much you plead or pray

You’ll lose your weight and faint at times
You’ll prefer dying than being alive
No one to take care of you at night
You’ll be untouchable, yeah that’s right

It doesn’t matter how I infected you
All they’ll think all you do is screw
Your life will be like a living hell
You’ll be alone and lonely, can’t you tell?

You’ll regret that day I entered you
The days you have are very few
Within no time you’ll beg to die
But I’ll kill you slowly while you cry


 PATIENT’S POV: 

Right now it’s only cough and cold
But I am gonna get you trolled
My friends and family will stay with me
They love me so much, can’t you see?

Skinnier I’ll be, unhealthy I’ll be
It’s not ‘you’ and ‘I’, with us it’s a ‘we’
They’ll stand by me, take care of me
They’ll take me home, I’ll be free

But today they asked me the reason
Was it some blood transfusion?
Yes it was, I wanted to say
But I realized my life had started to sway

They’re going away, the ones I loved
Was it really necessary for me to be shoved?
I trusted them to stay with me
But now I’m begging you to let me die…


Details | Rhyme | |

The Family That God Gave to Me

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


Details | Quatrain | |

The Hunting Trip

Daddy went hunting.
Mamma went too.
Daddy got a deer,
but Mamma got two.

Mamma told her story
while Daddy stood by
looking like at any time
he was gonna cry.

We all thought "He's jealous
he only got one."
But, Daddy had a reason
he didn't shoot his gun.

The buck was at his blind.
He seen him at close range.
The path was clear and all at once
Daddy felt something strange.

He knew that she was waiting
over in her stand.
He had bagged so many deer.
Her fate was in his hands.

He tossed a stick to scare the deer.
He sat and watched it run.
He prayed she wouldn't miss her shot
(OR HER HUNTING DAYS WERE DONE!)

He sat patiently waiting 
for the gunshot near her stand.
When he heard her yell "I GOT ONE!"
he finally unclenched his hands.

The deer was his gift to her
although she never knew,
why Daddy only got one deer
and she got two.


Details | Rhyme | |

Have A Great Day

Today is a great day,
So let us pray 
To never go astray
And to always pray
Let's have a great day.
Amen.


Details | Burlesque | |

Redneck FATHER'S DAY------

***NOTE~TO BE READ WITH A RIDICULOUS "SILKY SOUTHERN DRAWL" (have fun:)***



"Storm over yet...?"

"Well hay'ell ye'ah! 
 woo-hoo!
 sum'body git me a da'gumm cole beer.
 whadda'bou  that boy th'er?
 sum'body git him'a cole beer too!"

"Diddy! that boy ain't nothin' but 8 years old!"

"Wha'choo sayin? 
 wha'th'a?
 na'I don't give a jolly'durn, if he ain't nuttin but 8 year'owed!
 shoot! 
 'dat boy dun' sat him thr'ew a big ol', storm! 
 torna'durr warnin' too!
 he gonna have him'a cole burr;  
 on me!"
 my treat!
 mama, git him'a cole burr! 
 ro'tt now; 
 ya'here?
 besides...
 ta'days father's day!" 



© 2011  ~JSLambert Esquire

   










Details | Rhyme | |

Did The Lord Build Your House

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


Details | Quintain (English) | |

The Hat I Wear

The hat I wear fits well Even when I take it off How long I’ve had it, it’s hard to tell At it some may scoff It’s not new, not old, not a knock-off I do wear others Without them, I couldn’t be Like so many mothers I have a hat for my family And one when my time is just for me With different styles and places to go My hats go with me everywhere Cooking, cleaning, dinner, or a show You may care or stop and stare At the hat I place upon my hair My favorite hat is the one I choose That keeps me true to myself It’s the one I most fear to lose More than my health or wealth When not on my head, it’s safe on a shelf


Details | Free verse | |

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

Every Child Has a Dream…

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

Every Child Wants to Be Loved…

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

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


Details | Epitaph | |

Grandfather

Here lies the best Grandfather,
One who was very considerate.
Remembering him as a child,
I would sit on his lap.
He was a rare person indeed.
He was a colonel in the Army.
Also superlative of a gentelman.
Here lies the best grandfather,
May he rest in peace.


Details | Epic | |

young American days


              
                   To be in a young America ~
           visions of a ship upcoming statue of Liberty
               the young lad holding tightly to his Mothers leg
             in all excitement of a new Land to call their own
      celebrations of apple pie and fireworks on the 4th of July 
          
             thoughts of the old Hollywood on screen 
                films without 3-D costing less then a dollar
        Greta , Monroe , Betty Davis eyes tantalizing blue glare
       The Wizard of Oz or books written by Steinbach, Capote, Mark Twain

             exciting new visions of creating new concepts 
                 before Capitalism bought all little ones to bigger
           songs came from the hills of Virginia to the black Mountains
               surfacing in Tennessee for all to hear and wish to see  

          The day when one travelled by car on the road travelled
             every town a story told , learning history we once shed blood 
         American Indian tears to the British man whom choose freedom of taxes
            Boston held a tea party , now wishing they threw out marmite instead
 
         The day when we knew our neighbors and bought homes with a paystub
             Everyone had a chance to make their own with pride , even through wars
        When Martin Luther King stood proudly as did President Lincoln for Freedom 
             How many streets have been named after the man whom had a dream ?

             When milk was delivered on doorsteps in Glass bottles 
                 Babies wanting the very first of the top being cream 
             leaving doors open , watching news with your family at 6pm
                cartoons were shut down and it was now grown up time 

                      Cereal being a cheap snack for after school 
                         school supplies costing twenty dollars 
                      Grandma school clothes shopping for fifty 
                   before the internet , cell phones , and text for hello ~

                         2 week Vacations not afraid to put up Camp 
                Christmas sold in December with the sentiment of Love not money
        a day when if one were sick , you could actually get penicillin without question 
         The Doctor treated everything calling it General Practice no fear of Malpractice 

               Never forgetting our Motor city  
                 Old Ford Trucks Chevrolets and Dodge
                  The city that brought Ottis Reding and Marvin Gaye 
               

                     What happened to us ?  Where did America Go ? 

                   

         
  


Details | Rhyme | |

This Memorial Day We Salute Our Veterans

We salute every soldier who’s
 served this great nation.
And offer a heart of thanks
 and appreciation!

We salute each member 
of our armed forces.
And are thankful for their
 efforts and resources!

We salute the many who 
protect our borders too.
We’d be in trouble…  
If not for people like YOU!

We salute every son and 
daughter lost in a war.
YOU are what serving this
 country is meant for!

We salute the officers who’ve 
guided our women and men.
Our prayers are with you!  
And our love from within!

We salute our veterans!  
Wherever they may be!
Those who served on
 land, air and sea!

Offering prayer to the
 Lord is our belief…
That he will guide our
 Commander-in-Chief!

As we observe 
Memorial Day this year…
Let’s offer our soldiers
 love, hope and cheer…

May God bless them in
 all they endeavor
And his peace be with them
 today and forever!!

By Jim Pemberton  
05/21/10


Details | Ballad | |

Best Friend

I remember the very first time I saw you,
You wiped the sweat off your forehead,
I remember what all I use to say to you,
Followed my heart, I love you,
Maybe I needed to guard what I say,
Or express it in another way,
I hope I did you no harm,
Or is that what you call destiny,
Please know in your heart,
Eventhough how things played out,
My life and all its' worth,
Worth calling existing - living,
And without ever crossing paths,
My life would have been blah,
Words can not express how I feel about you,
Celebrate our love, if nothing more ever than be my best friend,
You are my very breath and hope of hearing from and possibly seeing you,
The very reason I make it through another day,
Our love we will celebrate far and away,
But in my heart, you are right here with me today,
I love you friend,
You make this world and all it contains worth living,
My heart smiles when it thinks of you,
I will somehow express my heart before I leave this earth,
So much I want to say,
I don't want to complicate things,
I just want you to be healthy, happy and carefree,
I know you love me,
You don't have to say it like I so often do,
I knew day one, 
When I became good friends to you!
I love you, boo!
I do!
Best of luck,
Live like you were dying!


Details | Sonnet | |

Standing Tall

I’ve had many families in this life
of origin school navy and here too
I admit the best ones came with a wife
we all know life at times can be a zoo

I’m no Robert Young from Father knows best
wife and I are planning a family
I’ll have more gray hair coming from no rest
having this life there’s no reason to flee

poetry has renewed my life some how
always knew writing was therapeutic
expressing my true feelings here and now
I can relax when life is real hectic

my life may not be the greatest at all
no matter what I have always stood tall


Details | I do not know? | |

The Speed of Life

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Sonnet | |

FATHER

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

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

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

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


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

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!


Details | Pantoum | |

My Precious Child

My Precious Child
I am so very proud of you
Your life was my dream
One surrendered long ago

I am so very proud of you
You are my hope realized
One surrendered long ago
You are my answered prayer

You are my hope realized
Your life was my dream
You are my answered prayer
My Precious Child

Lay


Details | List | |

Words

Christmas
Tree
Christ 
Spirit
Celebrate
Season
Angel
Manger
Manger
North Star
Sheperds


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Love came down at Christmas

L Long ago travelled Kings
O Opened their minds to prophecies
V Visiting from afar they brought gifts of Gold, Fracincense and Myrrh
E Eastern Star guiding them lighting the way

C Company of Heavenly Host
A Allelujah! Angels appeared to Shepherds, telling Savior born
M Manger for bed wrapped in cloths in Town of David
E Evangelically proclaimed Christ the Lord

D December 25th designated day
O On which we recollect
W Why/way Christ entered our world
N Nativity only part of His story

A A new testament
T Tells of new covenant between God and His people

C Christ's coming to Earth
H Hailed as new born King, Holy
R Risen Lord, righteous redeemer, 
I Intercedes for us as
S Spiritual Saviour to save sinners souls
T Time for Truth, Trust, Trinity
M Man's belief in God of Love,  
A As Father Son and Holy Spirit
S Shall be saved


Details | Lanterne | |

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

4142013


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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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Family and Friends


Family, the enemy of our souls wants us to believe
The lie that we are alone
He wants us to believe
That we are treading hopeless road

But the cloud witnesses who urge us on
Tell us another story
The road we tread with light and beauty and fellowship
My friends, we are never alone

Written 09292012


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Healing Words

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


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Mother's Death

M  y mother died when I was fifteen months old
O  h how my heart hurt when I called her so bold
T  o heaven her soul did soar_ leaving her children
H  ere on this earth, with lives now so totally barren
E  each day I wonder why so young she had to go
R  easons I will never know in this life though
S  atan did his work in destroying family

D  evil stirred the father to drink, compulsorily
E  aten away was his heart from the loss; Granny
A  ttended five children's needs, extra for baby
T  o family members word was spread_ youngest given
H  ome by adoptive family; but this for child heaven


Details | I do not know? | |

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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OVERSEAS FILIPINO WORKERS

                                           

                                           Sacrificing loneliness in other country
                                                        For family’s welfare
                                             Considered as heroes by Filipinos






(Experimenting a "Haiku")


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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


Details | I do not know? | |

Non Oblitus

Tonight,
I found myself.
I remembered who I am…
or who I used to be.
I remembered that
I was strong.
I was a fighter.
I was a survivor.
I was steel.
I'd bend,
but I would never break.
Tonight,
I remembered that 
I am my father's daughter.
And I don't need someone,
anyone...
to lift me up,
to carry me,
to save me. 
I can lift myself up.
I can overcome anything.
I can save myself.
I am my father's daughter.
Non Oblitus…
Not forgotten.
Our family crest,
our motto,
our creed.
It is what he believed.
What he lived
and it is what I honour.
What I won't ever forget.
is that
I am strong.
I am a fighter.
I am a survivor.
I am steel.
I'll bend
but I won't ever break.
And I don't need saving.
I can save myself, thank you.
Non Oblitus...
Not forgotten,
that to my innermost core,
I am…my father's daughter.


Details | Tanka | |

Test of Love

When bodies cease
 To emit jasmine’s fragrance
When lips aren’t rosebuds
Old age, season to test
The love of those you loved
 


Details | ABC | |

My Father's cleats

 It’s funny how my father’s hobby became mine. He has been a sportsman all his life, he played basketball, volleyball and softball all his youth, but his real passion is soccer and even though he is 55 years old now, he still keeps playing it and loving it. He has had all kinds of cleats, all brands, all colors, different styles, but it does not change anything, he still plays amazing. But one thing I do find hilarious is that every time he comes from a game, he cleans his cleats, he washes them and takes them with such an unbelievable affection, that I’m beginning to think that he might love them more than he loves me, but now I do know the feeling of a new shiny, hard and beautiful pair of cleats. I still recall when he took me for my very first pair, I could not believe he was doing it for me, I was so excited, but now I realize that what I was excited about is that I could be like my father for just a moment when I had them on. Ever since I was little, I remember my daddy playing soccer, leaving home all dressed up, ready to fight, and win the ball to make a remarkable roll on the field. The playing field that we both love, the field all covered in grass, all green, so delicious and soft, so colorful… being crashed by everyone’s cleats and the rolling ball, feeling the sunlight on our skin, and the wind on our faces. Having a team, an extra family with whom we could find support and create new ideas, new plays so we could smash the opponent. So yes, I loved watching him play and cheering him up more than I could ever like watching official and famous soccer teams. I do find funny the fact that my father’s hobby became mine since everyone says we’re too similar, and even though he also has a son, his daughter is with whom he shares that connection. I love the fact that our simple relationship was started thanks to such a manly sport, and curiously, to transform me into such a girly girl.


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I Went to Church Last Sunday

I Went to Church Last Sunday… I went to church last Sunday, and heard a lesson… I felt like I was almost in a “delicatessen.” A “menu” was served, with a “meal” given. And a “pep talk’” on “how good we’re livin’! We were asked to shake a hand, “and meet a friend.” “But don’t say anything that may offend!” Our comfort was sought after, with “love” in mind! We were taught to be “considerate and kind!” We sang a few songs, and raised a few hands… And got up and down, all through the stands! A pastor spoke a message, he wanted to be taught. A “feel good” message is what he sought! How many “feel good” messages do we need? In what direction does this church want to lead? Is it one that doesn’t have a fear of God, from within? Is this a place where one can find freedom from sin??? We need more than a Sunday lesson, to change this nation! We need God’s power! With Holy Ghost conviction! We need pastors that are on fire, with a passion and zeal! And the believe that Christ’ coming is very real! May there be a new focus, of Christ’ death on the cross! And much more emphasis on reaching the lost! Going to church On Sunday, doesn’t mean a thing… If living 100 percent for Jesus, doesn’t mean anything! May your church on Sunday be stirred from above! And be filled with God’s power, his holiness and love!!! By Jim Pemberton


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Playing Peek A Boo {Edit}

<                             coniferous tree
                       playing peek a boo .... shuffle                                
                              candid smiles glisten


{ Christmas }






Entry For
Deborah Guzzi's
Holiday Haiku Contest
G.L. All


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God Has Made Everything Beautiful In His Time

“There is a time for each season…
To everything made…  
There is a divine reason.

A time for purpose under
 the heavens above…
A time for meaning from a God of love.

A time to be born.  A time to die…
A time to farm the ground
 under the beautiful sky.

A time to kill.  A time to heal...
A time to tear down and
 to build up with a passion and zeal 
 
A time for weeping.   A time for laughing…
A time to mourn.  A time for dancing.

A time to keep...
A time to throw away.
A time to tear.  A time to make amends today.

A time to get.  A time for losing…
A time to keep.  And to give
 away at our choosing.

A time for silence.  A time to speak…
A time for each hour
 and day of the week.

A time for love.  A time for hate…
A time for war.  A time for peace at your gate.

How will you spend the time
 God has given to you?
What is your choice?  What will you do???

May this be a time living in 
God’s purpose and design.
He created you and made 
everything beautiful in his time!

By Jim Pemberton  05/22/10
Read Eccl. 3:1-11



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A Strong Woman

A strong woman doesn’t have to have the body that only society wants.
A strong woman doesn’t have to run a marathon.
A strong woman doesn’t have to wear a size zero.
A strong woman doesn’t have to have marvelous muscular masculine legs.
A strong woman doesn’t have to bike up a mountain.
A strong woman doesn’t have to work out for hours to make her tough.

A strong woman has the look of confidence written across her face.
A strong woman still stands tall when she is full of sorrow.
A strong woman does everything at a steady pace.
A strong woman won’t be afraid.
A strong woman keeps her head held high.
A strong wouldn’t care about what she weighed.
A strong woman never gives up.
A strong woman through hard times.
A strong woman is always tough.

Working long hours to make money,
She still makes time to ask,
“How was your day, honey?”
Instead of having a tall, strong stance,
She goes crazy
And she does the Carlton Dance.

She will turn your frown
Upside down.
She will always be there to help you-
For everything you go through.
She will have that shoulder to cry on.
Always- dusk until dawn.

She gives you the clothes on your back.
She gives you the food in your stomach.
She gives you the shelter above your head.
Even when she’s hanging by a thread.

You may say your super-hero is Spiderman…
Batman…
Or Superman…
But my hero is my mom…
Because my mom is a strong woman.


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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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What Is Grief


 Grief can be many things.
 Losing some of their nearest
 A father, mother, sister, brother, or his own child
 A while back, death was taboo
 We did not talk about it
 Grief you should wear alone
 We are all different,
 providing each our way
 Different cultures and ways of life
 We have become a little more open in our grief
 share our grief with others.
 if we share our grief,
 it becomes a little easier to bear
 But it is still there,
 you as a fellow human
 dare to hug not turn youself away
 even though other cries
 Rather wipe the tear away







 * Four weeks ago disappeared a 16 year old girl here in Norway,
    No trace of her ...
    Major exploration crew every day.
    Yesterday they found her ..... dead - killed.
    For a grieving family must bear.
    Such things happen every day






  



04. September 2012
A-L Andresen :)


Details | Couplet | |

Log Cabin Sex Life

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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ONCE AGAIN THANK YOU

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

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

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


Details | Sonnet | |

Deathbed Sonnet

And even after all that time had passed;
            my moon had set above another sun,
it seems my heart was still at odds with past;
            my tongue at war with words I left unsung.

This bed of ardor caught between my teeth,
            will thus remain, and even grow post haste,
where all the while, there's nothing I'll bequeath 
            excepting flowers scent, above my waste.

And so it goes with every vacant beast,
            as twenty-twenty sees - I should have done!
I should have said; I should have been, at least
            a man awake to seed his endless sun.

And as the night descends upon my thought,
            remember son these words that, I lived not.




© Kristin Reynolds 3 11 09


Details | Rhyme royal | |

Give Praise To God

Let us pray this very day, that God will surely come our way, to 
give us wisdom and knowledge from above, but most imporrtant his
precious love.  Oh give praise to God everyday for helping us along the way.

His love for us is so real, it is the kind of love that helps us live.  We share
his grace, love and his power all of this and more because he loves us so.
Why be miserable, sad and blue? when you should be giving praise to God who
loves you.  Why not praise God from the moment you rise, to thank him for
his sacrifice.  

Praise God for love he shows everyday, no matter what we do or say, God loves
us anyway.  He blesses us daily with gifts from above, food, water, air, all of
this let us know he really do care.  So why not praise God  for his love, so 
jump, and shout, praise God without a doubt.  So let's praise God for his love.      


Details | Rhyme | |

Moving On Singing A Song

She read one of her poems on TV. 
For all the world to hear and see.
She also spoke softly of all her pain,
To show all the world what she had gained.
To the magazines she told her story,
To show the world, the before, the after, then the glory.
On the radio she told what it was like,
She told the world while she held the mike.
For ten whole years she answered letters from far and near,
From others who also had the fear.
Then one day she just gave it all up, and said no more.
AGORAPHOBIA, you won’t come back to my door,
It’s time to put you in the past where you belong.
While she goes off to sing a song,
At little Ps, the Methodists or J.A.M.
Singing nursery rhymes, just being NAN,
And maybe in her spare time,
She will still write the occasional rhyme.


Details | Sonnet | |

Confirmation

The Sacrament of Confirmation

Confirmation perfects baptismal grace

The Sacrament gives the Holy Spirit to root us more deeply in divine filiation

Incorporate us more firmly to Fr. Christ

Strengthen our bond with the Church

Associate us more closely with her mission

Help us bear witness to Christian faith in words accompanied by deeds

Like Baptism imprints a spiritual mark or indeliable character of the Christian soul

For this reason one can receive this sacrament only once in one’s life

A candidate for Confirmation has attained the age of reason must profess faith

Be in the state of grace

Have the intention of receiving the Sacrament

Be prepared to assume the role of disciple

Witness to Fr. Christ, both within the Ecclesial bond

Annointing of the forehead of the baptized with sacred chrism


Written 09172012


Details | Rhyme | |

The Talent God Gave To Me


God gave me talents and abilities to use! The love he blessed me with. I wouldn’t refuse! I wanted to use what was given. I really did! I had no idea this would change how I live! I spoke to the Lord with a heart felt confession. Using my God given talent was my obsession! People from church listened. It didn’t seem to matter. There was too much “business”, “gossip” and “chatter” I talked to the pastor about the desire I had on my heart. I could tell he didn’t care… Right from the start! In my efforts to serve God, I most certainly tried. There were many nights I laid awake and cried! In my efforts to use God’s talents, I often felt alone. I didn’t want to go anywhere. I stayed at home. I wanted to give to others, the love God gave to me! But I was alone now… It was so plain to see! The many from church that I thought were my “friend.” Would often criticize me again and again! They told me that I wasn’t good at what I wanted to do. “How could God use somebody like you???” God picked me up when I felt very discouraged and down… He filled me with his spirit. His presence was all around! He took my futile efforts to use me any way he could. Everything I was going through... He understood!. I’ve been able to share his mercy and love that he’s given! His power and grace have changed how I’m livin’! I don’t need others “permission” for the talents I received. His will in my life is what I aim to achieve! His word and love have blessed me within! I’ll do anything for my savior and friend! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Blank verse | |

Cedars of Lebanon

Tree of honor born from the cedars of Lebanon
No seed does it drop and it not know where
Absorbing the heat to provide a haven of shade
Seasons and storms cause no threat
No cutting words can perpetrate its bark
A sapling mirrors its sway in the daystar’s light
Majestic and true, august and firm
Friendly and kind always waving never wavering
Never can the seed of this produce anything but a Cedar of Lebanon


Details | ABC | |

The PRODIGIOUS Woman

Tic tac! Tic tac! Time flies
Encompassing fears and tribulations, she smiles
A second's like a gemstone before her eyes
Trying to please the World before the night cries
What a prodigious woman

Mother of my mother
Without prevaricating, the astonishing wonder
Among many, she dominates like thunder
Made a name that no man can put asunder
What a prodigious woman

Round thew globe and down to Enugu city
Protects her children with love and ferocity
Her achievements soaring the greatest mountain
And her exquisite body that makes men hunting
What a prodigious woman

So tremendous
Extraordinarily gorgeous
Precisely adventurous
Extremely dexterous
Really fabulous
Truly marvelous
Gallantly fantabulous
Finally prodigious
What a PRODIGIOUS woman

Dedicated to my grandmother, Mrs Egbuna.

By Kbillion




Details | Villanelle | |

Purple Majesty

We had saved our precious stock of grandpa’s grape
prepared the ground and amended the soil.
After laying out the orchard, we planted cuttings with our own hands.
Fed the young vines with love and creek water
and waited for the work of the rain and sun
before giving birth to the wine.
To insure that his family would produce the best wine.
Grandpa, tho’ as straggly as his grape
cleared trees and topped them to admit the sun.
He would not purchase plants for his soil
and dug the trenches wider and accessed our water.
He was self sufficient and he propagated vines by his hand


We prevented winds from whipping vines out of hand
to best grow and mature the soul of our wine.
The vines followed the contour of steep site which brought the water.
The rows ran north and south to suit the grape - -
this presented light while drying and controlling the soil
allowing the plants to follow the eastern and western sun.


We placed much faith on the drying done by the sun.
We had one to backfill. We wished we had more willing hands.
We had two to dig holes, and one to hold the vine and tamp the soil, 
as the fruit began to ripen to marry our precious wine.
A crew of four was used for setting the grape.
The Vines should not be sprinkled with too much water.

We made plans to prevent soil erosion and loss of water
to the harden the wood and expose it to rays of the sun.
The Niagra White and Riesling grape.
Both needed pruning and the waste hay cut our hands.
We made sure our methods were best for the wine.
They would mature late, even in warm soil.

We found that more humus was wanted by the soil.
Some magic was performed to deliver more water.
alas, for the reward of a not so remarkable wine.
Again the wait, the prayers, the morning dew and sun.
More work, more time, sweat and callused hands.
The next year we tried a grafted grape.

We had saved our precious stock of grandpa’s grape
prepared the ground and amended the soil.
After laying out the orchard, we planted cuttings with our own hands.
Fed the young vines with love and creek water
and waited for the work of the rain and sun
before giving birth to the wine.
Our final wine was surrendered by the sun.
We captured the prize from our water and our soil.
My hands, today, still stained with the color of the grape.


Details | I do not know? | |

Welcome home dad

The sun shines through my window,
Awakening me with its warmth.
My eyes open to the light that it sheds on me,
My day begins.

I grab my shower,
Feeling the water as it sooths my mind.
I put my clothes on ,
And begin a new day.

I enter the hostile world,
The crooks,thieves,and vigilants.
I fight my way to work,
Through the road rage and never ending traffic.

The day is over,
I fight my way back home.
I enter the door and lean against it,
And the most wonderful thing happens.

My daughter takes my hand,
All the strife of the day just,
Dissapears.


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On Grandma's Farm

There's an antique red barn
Sits atop the hill
And a small little pond
Chock full of blue-gill 

There's old rusty cars
Which haven't ran in years
And a hundred year old house
Once manufactured by Sears
 
It's loaded full of memories
It's filled with lots of charm
It's a place I know and Love
It's all there...On Grandma's Farm

Used to go there every Sunday
From as far back as I can remember
Sledding down the hill
In the snow come December


I Loved it out at Grandmas
Playing with toy tractors in the sand
Going to help split wood
Just to lend a helping hand

I Loved it winter, spring and summer
But my favorite time of all
Was when the leaves all turned
The wonderful colors of fall

I was carefree and happy
The world was free from harm
Way back when I was a kid
Out On My Grandma's Farm

© 2011 Kevin Stock


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Live life to the fullest before its the final end

The sands of time are falling away
Make sure to make the most out of each and every day
Release all of your hate and conqueror your fear
Don’t have regrets and have time for cheer
Treat everyone around you as you want to be treated
Accomplish everything you can before it’s all completed


Raise your hands and raise your glasses 
Enjoy your life before your just ashes
Laugh and love with family or a friend
Live life to the fullest before it’s the final end

Forget the past the future isn’t set
Make love not war as much as you can get
Don’t back down from anyone but strive towards peace and harmony
Turn the other cheek when you can and be the best you can be
Be charitable and help for fellow man
Fill yourself with knowledge whenever you can

Raise your hands and raise your glasses 
Enjoy your life before your just ashes
Laugh and love with family or a friend
Live life to the fullest before it’s the final end

Dare to be different go against the grain
Stop and smell the roses and always kiss in the rain
Listen to music read poetry for your own sake
Be true to yourself and never be fake
Take walks on the beach and swim in the ocean
Be thankful for what you have and pray to God in Heaven

Raise your hands and raise your glasses 
Enjoy your life before your just ashes
Laugh and love with family or a friend
Live life to the fullest before it’s the final end

Take pictures so you can look back on your journey
Enjoy the arts sculptures paintings drawings or a movie
Give kisses and hugs to the ones you care about
Work hard and play harder before you check out
Go through life like it was your last day
Because it could be so enjoy it and make it count in every way





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The Whirling Butterfly

I stepped into a world of pinks, reds, yellow, and purple.
Bee’s, butterflies, and hummingbirds flying free!
Long flowing stems swaying,  in a soft summer breeze.
An aroma, fresh cut hay, teasing my nose!
Smiling, I recall that day…  not so long ago.
Closing my eyes,  I inhale a welcomed scent.

Looking up with dark green eyes -
I feel my Grandmothers smile warm my face.
Calloused finger grasping my small hand. 
Pointing, she drew my eye to a small delicate thing.
Pink wings and tiny feelers,  swaying in the wind!
She bent slowly, whispering, in my eager ear, 
“It’s a Whirling Butterfly”
She said, with a giggle and a sigh.

Time passes quickly, like rushing waters of a fall.
In my garden now, pinks, reds, purple and yellows.
Bee’s, butterflies, and hummingbirds fly free.
Delicate stems, dancing, to music, of an evening breeze.
Movements, drawing me, to a special place.
Pointing, I show my Granddaughter the prize! 
Excited, she looks at me with her big blue eyes.

I smile, tenderly at the soft red curls
sofly lying around her sweet little face.
Tears swell, in a dusty throat, 
as she grasps my calloused finger.
She spies the pink wings, the yellow feelers, 
swaying in the wind.

Whispering, “ It’s a Whirling Butterfly ” 
I almost cry! With a giggle, and a sigh.


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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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HE HAS BEEN MY ROCK DURING THIS STRESSFUL BATTLE BETWEEN LIFE AND 
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God Will Take Care Of You

 
God Will Take Care Of You! Whatever struggles or trials you’re going through. God has already promised to take care of you! Whatever situation you’re in... Maybe there’s “no way out.” God remains faithful! This is what he’s all about! Perhaps it seems like all you’ve tried has failed you! God is here right now! His works surround you! The situations in life that you may face you… God is there! He is powerful and he loves you! Won’t you invite him in, to take control? And allow his peace and joy to fill your soul? Everything that you need! He has provided! His desire to help you, has already been decided! You can trust him to take care of your problems! Whatever they are… He can solve them! God’s word remains solid and is a true foundation! His words speak peace to any difficult situation! The awesomeness of God rings loud and clear! He’s here to help! He’s always near! He’s someone you can give your trust and believe in! His blessings in your life... You can receive them! He’s here right now … Won’t you call on his name? With him in your life… Things will never be the same! He’ll bring sweet peace and joy deep within. He will always be the one you can truly depend! All praise, glory and honor to God above.! Please touch us with your mercy, grace and love! By Jim Pemberton


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My Aunt Willy Whos Silly

                                         

                                         She smiles all day she thinks it' s o.k.
                                       She makes weird sounds and it's all day
                         My Aunt I asked will you not make that silly sound today?
                            My Aunt looked at me and said why? she always say
                             In public she snorts when she laughs and I get that
                           But when things get out of hand she scares my the cat
                                    I have a cat but my Aunt well she kinda sat
                                      Poor little cat it was now a furry little mat
                          I get really mad at her, but she seems to make me smile
                      Because one day we walked, she sang me a song about a mile
                                   I was happy because she ran out of gas at last
                                She also could not speak at all, and that was a blast
                                                 Although she could not speak 
                                       She kept smiling she once never look bleak
                   My Aunt Willy who's Silly is the person who never does things in half's
                           I can not express any louder she makes me smile with laughs


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Our Bed

As I strip the mattress bare
and watch the pile 
of sheets, pillowcases, 
blankets and pillows grow
I find myself thinking of you...
and me.

What comes to mind
is sheer happiness.
As I tuck the sheet under the foot of the bed
(just like you like it)   
I catch myself laughing 
remembering the times we would stay awake
late into the night wrestling...
(I always won)   
trying to stay quiet
until our laughter was uncontrollable
and we would hear one of the kids
yell from the next room...
'' PUH-LEASE! !  KEEP IT DOWN IN THERE!  
WE'RE TRYING TO SLEEP! ''

I arrange the pillows 
just as I always do...
(your favorite one on top)   
and I take an extra moment
holding your favorite pillow...
your scent drifts up to my face
almost as if you are there.
I set it in place and realize
how many years have passed.
We've experienced so much
in this bed.

The laughter is what rings in my ears
as I fold back the comforter
to expose just a touch 
of those all too familiar sheets
(you know...the ones with the ducks flying on them) .

As I leave our room
I find a sense of anticipation
in the thought that in a few short hours
we will be here again...together.


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A Christmas Wish

A fine fix we’re in A real grumpy old grandpa Children complaining A house full of pure chaos And none happy at this time What will we do now This year has come to an end So very quickly No one’s pleasantly moping Everyone’s in displeasure Just one Christmas wish For a household of happiness Joy for everyone A wish of delightful laughs Cozy warmth to each other Just this simple wish Is all I ask for this year Not a possible task For myself to do alone I need Santa’s help for sure After the blessing I will offer what you will A holiday toast Thank you for your services For granting my Christmas wish
Entrant into Michael J. Falotico's "A Christmas Wish In a Poem" contest 12/13/2012


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My dear aunt

When I think of my dear Aunt Sheila
A great big smile comes across my face
You see, no matter what the circumstances in life
Her will would never break
Compassionate love she gave to all
Evident in all of her blissful ways
Family was first, this I know for sure
In all of her caring days
Oh my dear Aunt Sheila had herself a wit
With a smile at least a mile long
Whether she was conversing with friends or family
Heck even listening to a good ol' country song
Mother, Aunt, Wife, Sister, Daughter, Grandma and GG-all terms
But one describes her just right
A beautiful soul always to be missed
An angel living in heavenly sunlight
Go be with Jesus my dearest Aunt 
Let your smile brighten Heavens gate
For we know we shall see you again
In Paradise-where you await


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Roots

A man's heart
is the Roots
of his family tree.


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Rose Wine

Your strong hand 
beneath my head
my Love in your Blood
turned from friendship
did spread
into More
the first time you
took my Hand
and traveled every
line, of my Flesh land
the way you reflect your soul
Into my Eyes, 
makes me forget my small stature
shape, size
in this world
I wish to carry your 
future child
be it boy or girl
be them strong of spirit
Smarts of street and class
leaders of Eminence
Sweet mixed with Sass
I see this future
as I fall head first, spilling
into your secure embrace
like a single bottle of Rose Wine
Down to the last Taste




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Tommy

Today is a blank sheet
Oh! What desires I need to meet
Must some go lacking 
Most important are the people
You being one that needs my attention


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Red Ruby

Oh sis
Who would have known
You would leave me alone
Such a dream came to me lastnight
We stole a ruby and took flight
As we ran we laughed and giggled
Now your gone far away
The red ruby
I'll keep


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Home of the Slaves

Land of the free
Home of the slaves
The blood, sweat and tears of my ancestors resonate
Amongst the soil where they were slain
I’m hearing their struggle
I’m feeling their pain
I can’t imagine being forced to part from my family
All for massa’s gain
So I pay homage to those who promoted change

People like every slave who tried to escape
Nat Turner, Ms Carlotta, Harriet Tubman
And the safe houses who were in accord
And peg leg Joe with his song
Follow the drinking gourd.

People like, the disregarded - those thrown overboard
And who was dismissed and defamed
The ones who were stripped of their soul, their pride, their names

The list could go on  
The full will never be told
So I pay homage to others who were bold
Like John Brown, The Freedom Riders, Sojourner Truth
Ida B Wells, Phyllis Wheatley, Maya Angelou, 
Langston Hughes and Charles Drew

George Washington Carver, Ruby Bridges
Booker T Washington and Mary McCleod Bethune
Charles Houston, Ralph Bunche, Fredrick Douglass
WEB Dubois, Paul Robeson, Ralph Abernathy
Benjamin Banneker, Marcus Garvey and Crispus Attucks
Who’s death by the way
Symbolized the American lie
You cant declare the rights of all men
While the people of African decent rights get denied
But still we rise

Thanks to Dr Martin Luther King, Malcolm X, 
The Black Panthers, the Buffalo Soldiers and Tuskegee Airmen
None who were showed any love
Yeah it’s an uphill battle, 
But obviously greatness can be done.

We can rise above this stigma 
That blacks are lazy and daunting
That our worth is null and void 
And in essence minus nothing
And of all the names mentioned 
And the greatness of their successes
No one has been able to erase the evil transgressions of a racist mind
And once you have experienced just a taste of it
It changes your perception of time
The oppression beats like the drum on the chariot
Of when it was finally time to escape to freedom
It's mine


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2 humans 2 hearts And 1 love

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

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

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


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A Warm Welcome to Aimee

I cried along with you when I heard on the phone
Your first cries as you made yourself known
With little fists flying and a voice to be heard
You let everyone know, you would not be deferred.

With angelic eyes and a cute little nose
You were pink and rosy, right down to your toes
Everyone cooing, laughing and yes a tear too
For the new life and blessing on your day of debut.

With a head full of hair the color of fawn
Born in the morning just before dawn
You visited awhile and then went out like a light
An angel needs rest to shine that bright.

So welcome Aimee Michelle, we’ve waited so long
To have you with us; to hear your life song
Never doubt for a moment how much you are loved
You are our blessing that God sent from above.


*To my son who lost a son last year but was blessed last night with a daughter.  I
couldn't be there due to illness so I only got to hear her first cries over the phone.



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Our Country's Soul Is Being Torn Apart


Our Country’s Soul Is Being “Torn Apart”

The very soul of America is being “torn apart.”
It’s a problem that’s striking at our very heart.

There’s a “blowing wind.”  A “time for change.”
As the country’s moral fabric is being “rearranged.”

As many question what the true meaning of life is for…
Many don’t seem to know what’s wrong or right anymore!

As so much pornography is allowed into our homes…
The moral decay is “eating” right at “the bones.”

Many have a hard time “defining what marriage is.”
So many are really “messed up” in how they live!

The news seems to be “fascinated” by man’s depravity…
Leaving a huge vacuum of a monstrous “moral cavity.”

Many who attend church want what’s
 “soothing to their ears.”
A God of holiness and righteousness
 is what they “fear!”

As we look around as to what our society is becoming…
God’s judgement is soon!  It is surely coming!

We must come back and leave all of our “false idols!”
We must come back to the God of the Bible!

Jesus must be our cord of love the forever binds!
It’s only in him can we find true love for our minds!

It’s only in Jesus that we can find a purpose and meaning!
It’s only in him that we need to put our
 trust and start believing!

He is and always will be the right choice to be taken…
Without him, our country’s is “doomed and forsaken.”

He brings healing and righteousness
“beneath his wings…
He is what we truly need!  
He is our EVERYTHING!

By Jim Pemberton


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Overprotective

I’m overprotective of my kids; I know that this is true.
But there is a reason why I act, and do the things I do.
I was molested as a child, and still live with the pain.
So if I seem ridiculous, your comments are in vain.
I’d rather them stay innocent, and have fun when they play.
Than live their childhood like I did, afraid of everyday.
Don’t misunderstand my words; my kids aren’t in the dark.
I’ve taught them of the evils in this world from the start.
I want them to be well informed, yet never be afraid.
Knowing they can come to me and never be betrayed.
So if you think I’m foolish for the things I won’t allow.
Just know I do the best I can, it is my solemn vow.


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Growing Old Together

Growing Old Together:

Looking through the photographs,
of ten thousand memories ago;
it still seems like yesterday
even though today I am old.

I still remember the first
time we met, I froze 
and stood so still! 
So afraid that you would turn and go.

Then you smiled and said hello.
I was so very lost for
words and completely dazzled
by the sight of you.

The years have come and gone
since our first hello, yet every
single day will pass and I'm still
head over heels in love with you.

Wrinkles and scars they appear,
but that's not what I see.
I still see that lovely girl I
fell in love with so many years ago.

Gracefully we journey and
together we will grow old, I would
not want it any other way. Loving
you always even till the day I have to go.


Steven Beesley (c) 2006-02-02



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Daughter

Inspiration you bring to me
Because the things you see I cannot see

Gale wind visions go rushing by 
They’re much more vibrant in your eyes

No barrier to you and I wonder why
The things you try I will not try

Because against the current you choose to swim
And against it you win again and again

Yes, the unseen to me seems so unreal
Yet, the unseen to you is the thing ideal


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Rules in the eyes of a toddler

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


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US in JesUS

Before we were thought of or time had started, 
God put US in His Son’s name.. 
 
And each time we pray, you'll see its true, 
You can't spell Jesus without including US.  
Were a pretty big part of His wonderful name, 
For US, He was born; 
 
And His great love for US is the reason He died. 
Isn't it thrilling and splendidly grand 
He rose from the dead, with US in His plan? 
 
The stones split away, the gold trumpet blew, egospelexpress
And His resurrection was for US.  
 
As JesUS left the earth with His wonderful ascension, 
When He felt there was one thing He just had to mention. 
 
"Go into the world and tell them it's true 
that I love them all - Just like I love you." 
 
So many people are Christian brothers and sisters, 
Don't all the others have a right to know JesUS too? 
 
It all depends on what we do, 
He'd like them all to know, 
But it all starts with US. 

Rev. Samuel Mack, OMS
Copyright   2011

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Grandma

She measured only five foot tall,
With her stooped shoulders, even shorter.
Towered over by her strapping son,
My mother and each other daughter.
Grandma came from sturdy stock. 
On her own strength, she relied
To raise her five young children,
After my grandpa died.

Mother was only six years old,
She could barely remember when
Her daddy died of consumption.
That’s what they called it then.  
There was no such thing as welfare,
So Grandma was left alone,
To find a way that she could raise 
Her family on her own.

Opportunities for women
Before the First World War
Were almost non-existent.
The wolf was at their door.
So my grandma took in washing, 
Ironing and clothes to mend.
The enormity of her labors,
I can’t even comprehend.

I have pictures of her and her family,
All so neatly dressed
In crisp white dresses and starched shirt,
Attired in their Sunday best.
Did her children know her sacrifice,
How this woman had to strive
To see they were fed and sheltered,
And to keep them all alive?

My memories of my grandma,
Are when she was old and alone.
She was frail and ill but managed 
To face life on her own.
She had her little garden,
And planted by the moon.
She bragged that no one in the town
Was eating fresh peas so soon.

I never heard her grumble
About her difficult life 
Or that she had been a widow
Much longer than a wife.
My grandma had the steely will,
That has made this nation grow.
Without her kind, we wouldn’t have
The ease that we now know.

So when ever the days are rainy
And I’m feeling sorry for myself,
I start to remember Grandma, 
Take her album from the shelf.
Surrounded by life’s luxuries
Of the kind she never knew,
I wonder at my grandma,
And the way she battled through.

She barely knew of radio,
And  would have been enchanted
With television and its wonders,
Which we take so much for granted.
Grandma was a true pioneer.
Her road was long and rough.
Her granddaughter should be ashamed.
To claim she has it tough.

I salute you Grandma and love you.
I was  proud to call you Gram.
And no one needs to tell me that
You were of sterner stuff than I am.



Debbie:  Perhaps we could have another category such as  "Provider"





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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


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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.



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To a Dead Man

You Drive me into this Malice, into this Maze I can only see the last of days Your Creation Failed With Me Burn with malice as you bridge to the plains of ennui


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Losing Someone to Cancer

I did speak with them, seemed very confused.

Apparently from what I have been told,
the cancer has gotten worse, and has 
began invading the rest of the body…

The hospice nurse doesn’t,
think they will be with us much longer…

They don’t know where they are living, can't 
remember me seeing them recently, can't 
remember me talking with them yesterday...

I know that this is very depressing news,
and if it weren't for friends and family,
I would be going crazy…

For it is hard to lose a loved one,
whether it be family or friend…

Since we don't know, when that fateful day
will happen, we can only take it one day at a time,
I only hope and pray that they won't suffer, I would
 rather see them be in a coma, and not have 
the pain and suffering…

I know that sounds harsh, however,
I don't want them to suffer, I want them
 to go in there sleep….

By Sandra L. Hoban
©2007


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A SNUG HOUSE

23 January 2010

A Snug House


 
A snug house on the prairie
Where family members return and urge to nestle
Stoking intimacy has gone past timely reunion
During pluvial and winter season, it withstand

The pineal form of its roof
Where nestlings kept and fed by their mother bird
Also life-giving when getting sun-bathe its frame
A time to harmonize to the swing of season’s best

A place to revitalize strength after a snappy pace in work
Pointless and aimless views settled in one decision
As all are desolating and aging
A promise is kept for going back again

Hibernate in the coldness of the night
Return engagement to activities in daylight
Back and forth nailed its floor with footsteps
By sunrise everyone is gone, alone again standing is the snug house


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Dear little sister from another mister

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


Details | Sestina | |

Inner Child

In the unrestrained laughter of children,
is the exalted, purity of joy.
Just seeing that first Crocus of the Spring
or kittens, their antics, exuberant.
You can't help but smile, in wonderment,
at the abundance of simple pleasures.

To watch vibrant sunsets, brings great pleasure.
As does a phone call, from both my children.
I'll recall their eyes, filled with wonderment,
and their squeals, as fresh snow fall, brought pure joy.
Their young minds, bounding with exuberance,
playing outside, in the warm days of Spring.

I love new baby animals at spring.
Their mothers, showing them off, with pleasure.
Playing, jumping, with such exuberance.
I am happy to have all the children,
with which to share these adventures and joy.
To see their eyes, grow big in wonderment.

I remember my own childhood wonders.
Seeing big rainbows in the skies of Spring.
Hearing birds, in the morning, sing with joy.
Watching mom, tend her roses, with pleasure.
My Grandmother, would send out us children,
to go play and use up our exuberance.

Now it's Grandchildren, with exuberance,
that find, in their lives, so much to wonder.
See the world through the eyes of a child,
the seasons; Winter, Fall, Summer and Spring.
I can't think of anything more pleasant,
than to watch them, their lives, filled with such joy.

Life in the desert, has brought me much joy.
Thunderstorms, beat my heart, exuberant.
My heart and soul, revived, with the pleasures.
Rugged beauty, fills my mind with wonder.
As life giving rains, that herald the Spring,
welcomes all of natures newborn children.

I find joy and exuberance abound,
in the pleasures and wonders within life.
That spring forth, from the child, within me.



For the contest:  Joy To The World
Placement: 6th






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THE SEVEN DIVISIONS OF WOMANHOOD

To Shakespeare I give all due respect,
But the world must be a huge theater I suspect.
Woman’s the major player if not the star,
For she influences all with love from afar.
The main acts of her drama as one envisions,
Occur for my audience in seven divisions. 

First the helpless infant in her nurse’s arm,
Fresh from God’s hands smiling and warm.
Yet guiltless and untouched by worldly strife,
She is but a stranger to sin in this dawn of life.
In her pink crib she looks cute and pure,
With a smile on her lips so modestly demure.

Next as a tender young girl of school age,
With pigtails and grace she enters the stage.
An innocent young girl loving dolls and toys,
She has no taste for bruises, math or boys.
Her voice is like music whenever she speaks,
Explaining with emotion the desire she seeks.

In the sweet summer age she becomes a blossom,
And weathers the waves in the role of stardom.
Now she’s a young lady with a pure, creative mind,
Nursing dreams of a life moral and refined.
When put into the orbit of heart-consuming men,
Overcoming dying hope, her world she has to win.

As a wife she makes her home a true nirvana,
 Winning from the man she loves her merited honor.
 She is in hard times his source of consolation,
And in times of pleasure his joy and elation.
As a lover and a mate she continues to perform,
Keeping house and home through every storm.

Now for the most blessed age of female life,
She assumes the role of mother as well as wife.
Like God's miracle, the first is released with a hurl,
Then with tears and a scream from womb to world.
Before long baby laughs aloud and pleads for caress,
And mother love with playful smile grants the request.

Next the vestiges of youth appear a distant dream,
And spring's lovely buds now attest to her final esteem,
As she enters her mournful stage of the widow's woe,
Her glance upon her children falls as her eyes overflow.
She has lost all her young heart once fondly enjoyed,
And in the business of change of life she's fully employed.     

 With the final division, youth is now a faded flower,
 And she can bask in the coolness of the evening hour.
 As she enjoys the reflection of her progeny having fun,
 She is reminded that maternal pleasures are not yet done.
 She continues to impart knowledge necessary to sustain,
 As she guides their hopes to reach for the heavenly domain.



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Star-Gazed Nostalgia

Lets climb up that old tree, 
make the clouds disappear. 
Let’s climb up that old, lemon colored tree, 
make the rain clouds disappear.

Rough wood, and a rickety ladder,
White christmas lights trim the slumping roof
over a few branches 
and we're crawling-
through the doors 
of a star-gazing tree house
 full of nostalgia. 

Sounds of traffic, cross walk conversations 
Trotting past that old jazz bar, 
a mexican family arguing on the stoops, 
funny how an unknown language 
can still make sense on the inside.
the mother gestures her son upstairs to sleep, 

But my world’s only waking. 
There’s a party up ahead. 
and there’s something ‘bout the nights’ breeze
blowing off the cars and into the trees. 
its Got my heart singing about this new love I’ve found.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Running Away

Packing bags and leaving home 

Running into the darkness of 
night like a criminal

No destination

Just an escape into freedom 
from the nightmare

Just feeling the sunlight’s breath 
on my cheek freely

A winds whisper touching my 
ears

Running away from dreams and 
wishes

Setting an adventure of a 
lifetime

Running away from the past 
where horror lies

Running away from lullabies and 
thunder

Forgetting everything for awhile 

And sit down and breathe in and 
out for awhile

Smelling the freshness of life 
that will no longer exist


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The Bully Part 1

The Bully

27 Years ago, you showed me the door,
Because I wouldn’t do what you wanted anymore.
That day was the worst of my life,
I wanted to die, to escape the strife.
All I needed was a simple letter,
To give me a chance to get better.
Now when I look back and see, you certainly did
 me a favour that day.
In 1986 Thursday the first of May.
From then on people listened to what I had to say,
Doctors and Nurses went out or their way,
I got the treatment I needed at last,
Bit by bit they went over the past.
One whole year is all it took,
A lot of hard work, a little luck.
To this very day I have never been back,
26 whole years and that’s a fact.
The last few years have been the best of my life,
Truly content being a Mother and Wife.
And Nanny as well,
Must not let my head swell,
A collection of poems all written by me..
My story in 7 magazines for the whole world to see.
A whole new extension to the house designed by me.
Also having to cope with the death of my mother,
Then four months later the death of my mother’s sister,
God not another.
Having my kitchen demolished completely,
did put me in a fix.
But being so well, even that couldn’t knock me for six.
So remember the next time someone begs you for a letter,
At least give THEM, the chance to get better.
For as long as I live I will never for get that terrible day,
Thursday 1986 the first of May,
The day that you showed me the door,
Just because I wouldn’t do what you wanted anymore.
They say that time heals all pain,

I’m lucky I’ve learnt to live again.







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I dont want to fight

I don’t want to fight Please just do what’s right This is not the life we expected But what it is can’t be rejected It’s about more than you and I Each mistake we make results in Her cry This was not Her choice We never heard Her voice This unfortunate situation Has resulted in visitation Her life revolved around both you and me Why is this so difficult for you to see? Hurting me hurts Her too In the end, the only one losing is you She may be too young to understand But, one day She’ll know what it means to be a man She will know what you have done And that daddy’s not always “FUN” She will look back and realize That daddy did tell lies She knows right from wrong You and I both taught her that song She loves you unconditionally So let’s please do things peacefully Think of Her needs before your own Try your best not to moan and groan Let Her happiness be your guide And she will forever be by your side This is our one and only chance to get it right Let Her life be our light My only request; please see the light I promise you; I don’t want to fight! For her sake; let’s just get it right! Lay


Details | Epic | |

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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The Farmer's Accord

The farmers sleep with
Third eyes open.
Ever watchful over their teenage daughters.
How the boys must beseech them desperately.
Uncomfortable, muggy fondlings
In the bed of a red rusted pickup
Parked by the creek dubbed Lovers Point.
At the breakfast table in the morning,
They glow with proximity
And their tired eyes hover dreamily
From the orange cranberry muffins
To the freshly squeezed orange juice
Filled at the half way mark of a mason jar.
When you ask why they don't eat
They simply smile
And say nothing.
Your curiosity will linger on your teeth
But still you will say nothing.
Bitter memories of your past regrets
To teach lessons of discretion
Are better left unsaid.
You will not douse them in the overwhelming
Blanket of your security
And the palms of your hands that
Once smiled in the womb like presence
Of handling your new born daughter
And naming her Jane or Virginia
Is suddenly missing the hold of her hand.
But you share a few natural harmonies
Like the silent agreement of pecking his cheek
Twice before bedtime
Or the precarious way you both sit at
The wobbling three legged milking stool
When your pulling on Betsy on Thursday
And she's tugging at Betty on Wednesday
As you shave the gray stubble of your throat.
But for now in the strangely comfortable
Peace of staring at the spots of jam
On the white and yellow checkered table cloth
You'll abruptly slide your chair back
And lean closely to her ear as you slightly whisper
Slightly inaudible notations.






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Living A Lifestyle That the Bible Forbids

Living A Lifestyle That the Bible Forbids…

I know of someone living a lifestyle that the Bible forbids.
He told me; “how dare anyone tell me how I should live!”

He added; “what I do is no one else’s business but my own.”
“No one can ever tell me what I do in my home!”

When given scripture that clearly forbids what he’s doing…
It’s the backward kind of life… That he’s choosing!

He claims Jesus is his lord, in spite of his moral depravity.
It’s like he has, in his body, an “infected cavity.”

God gave to us his word, with his holy instructions!
If we don’t obey, it’ll lead to our spiritual destruction!

It doesn’t matter if 10,000 churches say that it’s o.k. to do!
God requires a righteous and holy way of living, for me and YOU!

There are choices we all have, that are to be made!
Are you going to be victorious in Christ?  Or sin’s slave???

Have you thought about living for Jesus?  And what it cost?
If we’re not sacrificing our lives for him, we’re forever lost!

If you’re one who’s caught up into a life filled with perversion…
May I introduce you to the blood of Jesus?  And a righteous conversion?

God gave to each of us, HIS rules and commandments to live by!
It’s either God’s rules, or man’s, that you’ll either live or die by!

Won’t you choose a life that God has chosen to give you?
He created mankind!  It’s no secret how much he loves you!

The opportunity is here!  It may never come again!
Won’t you let the power of Jesus break the bondage of sin?

Jesus can set you free!   Won’t you let him help you?
He’s patiently waiting…   Just because he wants to!

By Jim Pemberton   10/07/13


Details | I do not know? | |

Mother

You’ve been in my life from the start
Even though at times we’ve had to part
And it may not always be shown or heard
But when I mention love, it’s not just a word
It’s a million memories, probably more
A soft touch, a slammed door
It’s a quickly regretted fight
And thinking up an apology all that night
It’s the first hint of a proud smile
That makes the struggle worth the while
It’s a river, an ocean of shed tears
As you’ve helped me conquer my fears
It’s being grown and still holding your hand
Because you’re the one who gives me strength to stand
It’s knowing how to carry on once I’m grown
Because of all the love you’ve shown
And still needing you in my life
To help me make sense of all the strife


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If I Had One Wish

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


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Busy

They took the guile and base for me
prostrate outside the gate for me
when I was four
I asked for more
they said they'd do their best for me
They knelt beside my bed for me
when I was sick with leprosy
I cried all night 
by candlelight
They sang a song of clemency
Instilled my life’s integrity
with vigilant intensity
such memories
glow easily
intelligence adhered to me
With discipline I should abide
with inspirations far and wide
to school I went
with confidence
and pick-axe handle by my side
But now I'm so much older
though heart is so much colder
I'm also so much stronger
in need of care no longer
I haven't got the time for you
I'm blessed with better things to do.


Details | Couplet | |

A Castle for the Mouse

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

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

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

Bestiary: Type of Medieval poetry


Details | Lyric | |

Forever Changed

June 18, 2013 our world was Forever Changed
We where over halfway home
When we got the call from our baby sister

Said we need to get back home
We need to come as fast as we can drive
Mom really needs us
Something’s wrong with Daddy
The whole way we drove 80
Hoping & Praying we’d make it in time

Our Family & Friends were weeping 
By the time we got to his side
We knew our Daddy had been taking
And our hearts they were breaking
We never got to say Goodbye
We each softly kissed that man
We four sisters climbed in his bed 
We laid down beside him 
And cried just like babies
For our world was Forever Changed 
 
 


Details | Rhyme | |

handkerchief

~there goes a saying to never give a handkerchief, for that could only equate to a lifetime of grief~ ***** she gingerly opened that box of blue found the daintiest hankies 'neath the tissue crocheted edges, and some with fine lace, the brightest of smiles upon her face they were made with love by someone so dear, of someone who can never be near so this box of hankies was sent to her by her mom who was a domestic helper she always had one in her pocket treasured gifts, along with a locket she studied hard, to make her mother beam raked in awards and medals that gleamed graduation day...a week 'til her mom's flight she received a message detailing her plight her mother was beaten all black and blue to weep and drench her hankies was all she could do **** so many Filipinas leave their families to seek for higher paying jobs abroad as domestic helpers despite the risks and it is not an uncommon story to have heart wrenching plights such as these, of women abused and even killed, all in hopes of providing a better future for their loved ones... sorry if this leaned towards the heavy stuff, I just thought it can be brought to a little bit of light 12152010 233255p *** for Paula's contest Tear


Details | Sonnet | |

A Purple Skirt

Many and many years ago back when
Many were poor and poverty was real
Lay offs happened_momma got fired then
We lived rural with pork, dry peas for a meal

Daddy worked, my brother worked a job too
So there was some money to pay those bills
Extras were not thought of_real needs accrue
Then my aunt came with clothes_now not dullsville

They pulled out this purple skirt with those buttons
Purple buttons how I loved those jewels
Quickly at once they said too mature, hon
Snip went those buttons_no bombshell

Pressed the skirt_wrinkles gone poverty stayed
Today those purple buttons mood arrayed  

Sponsor: Blacked Eyed Susan
Contest: Buttons


Details | Limerick | |

Beers and Tears

Men measure life by the number of beers
Women measure life by the flow of tears
It is when the dad farts
His wife moans in her heart
Because her own children laugh and cheer

Edward J Ebbs
Limerick Contest - I am not a beer drinker :-)


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 | |

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 | Pastoral | |

I pray for mother

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

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


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

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

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

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

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


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

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


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 | Rispetto | |

Respect And Honor

Sun didn't rise on proud purple horizon
       Dark thick gray clouds hid the sun source totally
Birds seek yummy seeds in the oddest stations
      God provides hidden windblown seeds amazingly

Inside with family to stay dry simply
      A home with four walls, a roof, needs  multiply
Provided by God through a working husband
      Respect_honor he deserves for honest hands


Details | Light Poetry | |

Treasure Chest of Memories

Treasure Chest of Memories
Cleaning out my closet a chore this is sure to be.  A day at best to dig through this stuff packed and stacked to the ceiling.  Now, where to start and what to keep! Might as well start here at the top and get moving.
What on earth was I thinking to bring this home, out it goes? This looks like a keeper; it goes over here. This is cute I think I’ll keep it too. When did I get this; I don’t even remember it must not be too important, it can go too.
Now for my treasure chest filled with special things. A breathless moment as I open the lid and spot things; treasures from my past. Oh so many beautiful memories packed in here and tucked safely away in my heart as well. Time slows down as I savor each moment in time each of these treasures brings back to me.
I can’t believe this, it’s still so beautiful. Oh my God just look at this; it was my baby girls! I will always have her in my heart and treasure chest too. This is perfect, I remember this too! I had hoped this day would never end. This was the most special thing ever given to me; I remember crying in secret with pure joy.
This cut through my heart and left such a scar, I knew life would never be the same! I can’t believe at times I survived my very own life. Tears now stinging, no falling down my face; partly joy, partly sadness! This treasure chest holds so many memories; none of which I can part with. 
I know these will always be with me buried inside my heart and tucked inside this chest. My mind will always remember each one of these, some sad, some happy but all are mine to remember! 
                                                                                  Debbie Knapp.


Details | Ballade | |

Christian Cross

Head hung low, I walk the street-
Timid to feel the hangman's loss-
Every step on my blistered feet-
Takes me closer to, the Christian cross-
With every second, my soul does exhaust-
Heat-ridden cheeks from tears I cry-
Hide my eyes my shame is discreet-
Explain to me God, why must I die?

You say the hunger game I did cheat-
I see on that hangman's rope your hands across-
How close I was to starvation beat-
Why must  I die for naught but sauce-
On bread instead of my usual moss-
I hope you see my little child cry-
Although to you unjust is a treat-
Hold him God on the day he will die-

With my head hung low, I walk the street-
My family will feel the hangman;s loss-
No more will I walk upon these blistered feet-
Family go, live your life by the Christian Cross-
For my soul is tired, don't let your life exhaust-
My dear sweet loved ones there is no need to cry-
No more reason for you to stand all so discreet-
I am happy at last, on the day that I die-

I will live the rest of my life upon a Christian's Cross-
These murderers relax themselves on their own lie-
In a few short moments I won't feel anymore loss-
I will lift up my head and all so proudly I will die-


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Changing Seasons

Changing Seasons

In a burst of color and animal choruses 
Sovereign sun heralds in a golden morning –
The air was delicate with the perfume of cherry blossom 
Blown in from the hem of pink rows that lined the 
driveway on Grandpa’s farm 

I looked across at hay stacked verdant hills that were
Tossed with yellow daffodils, purple crocus and white snowdrops 
They danced to the baton of the breeze and the 
Hidden orchestra of lilting bird song of that fragrant spring morn

Grandma sang to me her songs of childhood 
As we walked arm in arm amongst beds of fragrant roses 
and budding fruit trees that whispered promises of full baskets  
that would soon be heavy laden with the Summer fruits, preserves, 
Pies and jam of a bountiful harvest, a few months from now

Summer came rich with its harvest, merry hearts
and long hazy, lazy summer days and nights scented 
with wisteria, frogs and cicada, chirping and croaking 
their melodious summer anthem of  ‘All is well with the world’ 
as we toasted to our full and wonderful life

Autumn brought in a more somber note and amber tones
though warm and restful, they soon told me - life is changing again
time quickly moves on - it prepared me for the winter and 
the chill mirrored in the face of the full moon as it lit a silvery path
to my next season’s change

The cherry trees glowed white against the dark night sky like iridescent bones along 
the snow covered driveway - they waved their bony fingers goodbye 
as I crunched solemnly down the long white corridor with slow steps and a  heavy heart that was beating to the mournful dirge of  hoot owls and creaking limbs – I blinked back tears under that star kissed sky and full moon that lit my path 
The moon reminded me- each season has its bounty that I can treasure -I held those memories close to my well seasoned but thankful heart.

Brenda V Northeast


Details | Haiku | |

Dancing Angels

Angels in heaven
Dancing on a small puddle
Always stay afloat


Details | Kyrielle | |

Raven's End

I know that taking my life is a sin,
But you don’t know how much pain I am in;
Death is better than this hell I’ve been through,
God Grant me mercy for what I must do;

My tortured soul robs me of breath,
All I seek is the release of death;
Requesting redemption in the gun I cling to,
God Grant me mercy for what I must do;

I’m considering briefly the life I must end,
Nothing is left but the chance to transcend;
And this decaying body that I pass through,
God Grant me mercy for what I must do;

Raven they named me, but now they are gone,
I’m all alone since they both passed on;
Soon I will see them, it’s long overdue,
God grant me mercy for what I must do;

I beg for forgiveness as I let myself go,
Tears trickle down as I feel my heart slow;
Hopefully now I’ll get to see you,
So God grant me mercy for what I must do.


Tirzah Conway
~For the contest "Among the Dead"~


Details | Lyric | |

Light Six Candles

I light a candle to honor Your light
 ..................................Your life
 ..................................Your love

You take love over gold
A lovesick humble man You`ve made me
All we gotta do now is to keep up the heartbeat
See You standing there in the candle light..
I worship the life You`ve given me

High on love,high on life
Wheel of love keeps on rollin`
Two lovers becomes three lifes
Three lifes makes a family
The big wheel of life keeps on turning

I light a candle to honor Your light
..................................Your energy
..................................Your aura

There`s no wind strong enough to blow out that candle
Stronger then any forces nature could ever come up with
In the midst of a crowd,Your energy lights up..
..stands out like a shining and heartfelt beam
Close enough to touch heaven,such a sence of paradise

Your spirit embraces mine
Twin souls of mesmerized equality
The big wheel keeps on turnin`
Its never wrong to let love be fulfilled
Sweetie...am close enough to touch paradise tonight

Your light...love..and energy keeps giving my life a meaning


A.Ertsland
July 26th 2012


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Sweet Short Poem After lengthy Thought

Ava
Tot for Tat


Details | Rhyme | |

Why Do We Preach Tolerance and Love


Tolerance and love is preached…  But,  at what price?
Too often we forget about Jesus’ sacrifice!

His death was because our sin counted against us.
He died on the cross because he truly loves us!

How dare we “cheapen” his work on the cross!
In today’s “political correctness..”  We have lost!

In the love and acceptance, we call it “inclusion.”
This has led many into a serious “confusion.”

Many want the loving side of God.  I can’t blame them!
But those who seek his holiness…  
Can you name them?

God is a God of love.  But he requires holy living too!
This is not a request but a command 
me and you!

If it’s tolerance and love you want…  Look no more!
You’ll be able to find it washed up on sin’s shore!

The people of Israel wanted “free love.” 
 Look what it got them!
Being slaves and captives, is what
 it taught them!

God is a loving God but is also as a consuming fire!
Living a righteous life is what he really desires!

“Without holiness…  No man shall see him.”
That’s why he sent Jesus, to the world beneath him!

Won’t you allow your sins to be totally forgiven?
Only Jesus can change the way
 you’ve been livin’!

He gives eternal life to those who
 diligently seek him!
The choice is yours to repent and receive him!

By Jim Pemberton    


Details | Verse | |

I wanna be free

I wanna drink Tequila with some Mexicans
and smoke ganja with some Jamaicans
and get high

I wanna dance in Africa
and kiss the sun in the Serengeti 
and spend nights moon bathing in the sky

I wanna own the wind
and give shout outs to powers within

I wanna be free of sin
I wanna not be able to give in to temptations
unless it's dancing to the rhythm of change
I wanna hear all the angels clapping and shouting my name

Sometimes I visit different planes of thought
and I realize that I am already those things
and it feels a bit strange
So I wait for my subconscious to realize
that truly enlightening day

I yearn for a feast of knowledge
and I incessantly pray
that I can co-exist with the universe
I began to look within it's soul source
and I saw myself sowing seeds of poetry and music and dance
I saw myself climbing mountains and overcoming circumstance 

I saw beautiful rings of green and gold and purple lilacs 
growing by a stream
I saw myself happy to just be
surrounded by the rhythm of the breeze
because yes it does have one
I follow it when I feel the need to become
more aware
And I train my heart through knowledge and meditation
and I write to the pain I bare. 

I produce chances to reflect upon for granted luxuries of life
I see myself with an abundance of blessings without a price

I wanna continue to love.
I wanna continue to believe.
But I what I don't want that feeling to do
is continue to 
leave.


Details | Rhyme | |

Man's Corruption God's Redemption

Man's Corruption...  God's Redemption!

The Bible speaks of man's sin and corruption.
That's why God has offered us, his redemption!

The heart is desperately wicked above all things.
There's an evil corruption that sin brings!

The Lord searches our heart and tests our ways.
He watches our lives, all of our days!

There's nothing good in ourselves.
Not now, or ever!
Without God's mercy...
We're doomed forever!

But, through Christ, there's a way and a plan!
He made this available to every woman and man!

His gift of salvation is a message of love, made clear!
The coming of Jesus Christ,
 draws ever so near!

We can trade our sinful corruption, 
for a new way of living!
Won't you come before the Lord,
with a heart of giving?

Giving our life to Jesus,
 is the best thing to do!
By his power and grace, you can be
made BRAND NEW!

I'm thankful for his salvation! 
 Mercy has been applied!
Because of Christ' death on the cross…
I'm now sanctified!

By Jim Pemberton   


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Love

I`ll never understand why people throw love around like its nothin'
I've watched the poorest person turn it into somethin' .
What once was ugly and bitter was now full of soul,
She filled the void till it was completely full.
Nothing prevented her from standing her ground,
In all her love is where she was profound.
Anything that tore her down only built her back up,
She knew the true meaning of true love.
Anyone who doubted her was always ignored,
She knew thats what the past was for.
The only time she looked down was when she prayed,
Prayed for this true love never to fade.
The only time she cried was when they were tears of joy,
Knowing the happiness has villed her void.
This love made her proud, it made her strong,
It did everything for her to move along.
People were intimidated by such strong emotion,
They did everything they could to stop her from motion.
She never looked back, only to say goodbye,
They not only waved but they surely asked why.
Her simple reply was because its only her love that matters,
Theres beauty in her even though shes shattered.
The people were amazed so they opened their hearts,
Welcomed their loved ones with wide open arms.
They spread the joy like uncontrollable wildfire,
Now it is only love in which everyone will desire. 

If only life could actually be like this today,
There'd be no greed, there would be no hate.
Nobody would have to suffer anymore,
Everyone gets a house with a beautiful door.
No more starving children dying,
No more will our mothers be crying.
Money wouldnt matter because everyone lives equally,
No more media telling us whats beautiful and whats ugly.
The world would be one big family like the creator intended,
Our sins could be forgiven because our enemies we befriended.
But if we learned to care just a little bit each day,
We could make a difference in even the things we say.
A simple smile could stretch as far as the stars,
Its the good deeds that help us make it far.
Learn to forgive, learn to forget,
Live your life with no regrets.
Tell your mother that you love her,
Spend some time with your sister or your brother.
Help your elders, no matter the race,
Always put a smile on a childs face.
But most importantly, learn to love yourself,
Nobody can do that better, gauranteed, nobody else!

By: Dorothy Dawn Robinson <3

 


Details | Narrative | |

My Legacy

My ancestors came here long ago
Tough and strong not weak
But somewhere down along the line
Something went terribly wrong
And now I have to sit here and deal with my legacy
Of not what I thought it would be
Not where I choose to be right now
The legacy that’s me.

I can’t escape the past
The memories seem to last
Of the horrors of what has come before
The graveyard is the place
I can see it on my face 
My family’s legacy of suicide 
is haunting me.

My generational legacy
Is it going to kill me
Or will it just let sleeping dogs lie 
And allow me to exist
Will it allow me to just to see
The me that I am meant to be
To live beyond my years
To grow beyond the tears
To handle all my fears
To defy what could have been
My legacy.

(November 13, 2010 Wausau, Wisconsin)

(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved 


Details | Rhyme | |

Welcome To Grandparents Day

We would like to welcome you,
To our celebration created just for the people who,
Are significant members of our family tree.
We love you indeed.
You’ve guided us to achieve many goals.
We want to be like you.
Grandma and grandpa we hold you dear to our hearts,
And even when you’re gone we’ll carry your legacy,
On to our future members of the family tree.
Today we want you to view,
What we hold in our hearts oh so true.
We welcome and value you,
So sit back relax and enjoy the program
Designed for you involving your grand boys and girls.
Grandparents you make our world go round,
And we hope that you enjoy our gracious sounds.


Details | Rhyme | |

May God Comfort You During Your Loss

May God Comfort You...


I'm sorry to hear about your loved one passing away.
I know that in heaven, you shall
be with him someday.

Life's adversities are at times hard to explain.
Sometimes, very quickly, 
circumstances can change.

I pray that through your loss, sorrow and pain.
You'll find comfort and joy in Jesus' name.

May his arms of tender
mercy and grace,
bring love to your heart and
a smile on your face.

May God's presence bring an
assurance to your soul,
knowing that God is with you no 
matter where you go.

Through all that's happened,  I pray you will find.
God's wonderful joy, his comfort
and a peace of mind.

On the stormy seas of life, 
with God, you shall prevail.
His promises and love for
you will never, never fail.

By Jim Pemberton 


Details | Ghazal | |

Ghazal for you, my reader

I hold the rainbow and an arrow, for you, my reader;
The thrill of good  tomorrow for you, my reader;

The butterfly of happiness will fly from our book
To find a reason and a certitude, for you, my reader;

You don`t remember this verse I took 
In the hand of light, for you, my reader

It was at very beginning a word, for you, my reader
And wonders made by Lord, for you, my reader

Temptation of good , to see the truth ,this festival 
of hope with favorable look, for you, my reader

And here, YOUR NAME I put, while writing a Ghazal:
A nosegay of perfumes, a tender touch for you, my reader


Details | Free verse | |

Dear Humanity: Beauty in the Grotesque

Dear humanity,
I’m beginning to lose my ability to see
the beauty I once saw in you.
      -I wrote this for YOU.

BEAUTY in the
GROTESQUE.
  Beauty on the ragged side.

FILTH.
The worse you use to describe what you see.
TRUTH.
The worse you use to describe your religion.
WRONG.
The word you use to describe anything you don’t believe.
BEAUTY.
The word you use to describe the bruises under my eyes.

I wish that I could open your eyes a little more.
Will you condemn me for what I see, what I believe?
Who I am?

FILTH.
The word I’d use to describe your hand on my flesh.
TRUTH.
The word I’d use to describe faiths.
WRONG.
The word I’d use to describe close mindedness.
BEAUTY.
The word I’d use to describe what I see.

Condemn me all you want when I try to find the
beauty in a grotesque world. To find inspiration in sorrow.
For we are all diamonds in the rough.


Details | Acrostic | |

Miracles Do Happen

M iracle baby boy
I' m being called
R elief for my parents
A s I am growing and doing fine
C loser to entering the world
L ove is flowing like water
E verywhere in our home right now

B ut I am ready to leave this small space
A nd be held by my mommy and daddy
B y and by I will feel hugs and kisses
Y et another miracle I am from God above


Written for: Debbie Guzzi's  "Give Thanks" Contest
Received Honorable Mention

After years of trying and losing, after being told they would never have
a child of their own...A Miracle happened. 
We constantly give thanks for our little guy.

Entry for P.D.'s   A Poem You Wrote This Week Contest
Placed 2nd


Details | Rhyme | |

When Our Pets Pass

I got really sick
Or else I was old,
I need to go now
My owners were told.

It happened so quick
I just went to sleep,
I hurt no longer
My owners would weep.

I went to heaven
And barked at the door,
"Please let me come in"
"I can play once more.

I know my owners
Are really so sad,
I usually was good
Yet sometimes was bad.

I had a good home
For that I was blessed,
I'll seem them again
When they lay to rest.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Butterfly

I once was like a catipiller young,naive,and new
Always living from my heart not knowing what
else to do.Easy to take advantage of, that is 
just the case, people would walk over me
like I was their dirty used up suitcase.
Now I feel a newness coming, like a light
shining from the sky, colors fill my world
and I know I am blooming into a butterfly.
Purple,Pink, Blue and Green I can feel them
flowing through. Colors of the rainbow raising
me into full bloom. Wise and strong I am becoming
My faith leads me where I need to go giving me
insight and wiseness for only me to know.
I have not  done this on my own you see
I have been guided by God and Angels
on this Earth. Wise words the wisdom at
it's best comes from a wise lady who
seems to know me best. Lucky, I am 
to have her in my life, she always shoots
it straight and tells me like it is, knowing
her words touch my heart and gives me tons of faith..
I feel like flying through the sky or climbing 
a tree way up high. I feel like observing the 
world just like a brand new butterfly so as I
Bloom I become Anew something unlike the past
Smart and wise beautiful on the inside and outside 
 a touch of color here a touch of color there
makes me glow and become a beautiful blooming butterfly...


Written By: Christina A McCullouch 
04/09/2013


Details | Acrostic | |

Jesus

Judas betrayed Jesus’s whereabouts
End, was near
Son of God, knew this
Universe of the Son of the Divine Father, restored
Sins of man forgiven, Prince of our Universal domain, alive in the hearts of his children


Details | Free verse | |

Daughter's Perspective of her Mother

Wrinkles caress her face.
A child emerges from within.
Smile straight from her heart.
Advice given from wisdom.

Enjoy your life when you are young.
Never just sit around doing nothing.
Someday you will be old like me.
Wanting to branch out, seeing the world.

I never went to far from home.
Never got to experience life.
I gave it up made some sacrifices.
Felt smothered with great remorse.

Had to work two jobs.
Never got to see the joy.
Took care of an ailing man.
Kids drove me crazy with wants.

Now I am alone and old.
I can barely walk.
But in these last few months,
I find even now, I can have fun.

A trip to the zoo with my grandson.
The first in over thirty years.
Antique mall shopping,
with my newest friend.

Now I can have luncheons out.
I have a favorite spot.
Now on my Senior discount.
It does not cost much at all.

I can sleep as long as I want.
Do not have to wake at a certain time.
I only have me to answer too.
No more do I have to live the grind.

So with all that I am, I do hope.
My children will see before it is too late.
Get out and experience what life has to offer.
Because someday you will be like me.


Details | Rhyme | |

Mercy Rewrote My LIfe


Mercy Rewrote My Life!

My life was rewritten by God’s mercy divine!
He took away my sins and cleansed my mind!

I was totally changed by his awesome power!
His word is renewing me each day and hour!

He reached out and touched me, 
when no one else could!
All of my burdens and problems...  
He understood!

He strengthens my body with his
 love and healing!
I wake up each day with a 
“brand new feeling!”

I thank the lord for everything he’s given!
I’m a new person and my sins are forgiven!

My life is rewritten.  The past is washed clean!
Christ is my righteousness! 
 My everything!

I’m so grateful for him and all that he’s done!
All glory and honor to God’s precious son!

The joy he’s given.  I’ll no longer hide!
Because of God’s mercy..  
I’m on the winning side!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Rhyme | |

Our Journey

We have been on a beautiful journey
One I shall never ever forget
The best journey yet

You were with me all the way
each moment of each day
In my heart you will forever stay

We travelled many roads
Through so many emotions
But love shone through for me and you

God put your hand in mine
In universal love to shine
Through space and time


And though I never understood
I always knew I should
Never give up on love

So here we are today
Back home to stay
With one very important thing to say

I love you all


Details | Rhyme | |

beautiful morning at two

It's such a beautiful night 2:30 A.M.stars are shiny and bright.
The quarter shaped moon shines, makes the starlight.
A beautiful peaceful quite calm of evening before morning,
Clean air gentle breeze the Lord's hands calming truly I'm believing.

No animals no birds just you and the silence.
Pretty spectacular the Lord-His Creation- the utter brilliance.
When noise is not present the stars dance and glitter just for you.
Which is why my time with the Father is pretty good around two.

Thankful for the wife, thankful that the Lord has taken the time to listen to me.
Many ask for things I'm sure for the things like I do, but in the early times it helps this sinner spiritually.
Six years or so I asked for a wife and at the same time I turned my life to God.
The easiest I found was turning my life to Him, the eternal, and I got the Lord's nod.

So now looking at the stars ass the moon shines and the earth slowly rotates.
I realize that the Lord has blessed me life is really great.
Using His gift of Rhyme for me to spread Our Father's word.
Is fine with the wife and I we are blessed and we think of one accord.

God has blessed us with a set of family's, no longer alone you see'
Not a big one a family nevertheless a family with Christianity and Spirituality.
So quietly with the Lord as all who I love are right now sleeping.
I will keep my promise to watch for Our Lord's return, this promise I will be keeping.

The starlight the night sky with it's stars are a Divine blessing a sign for me and you.
Quiet calming is the Lord's way and my time is now to be Spiritually with God and Jesus too.
God sees to it that He keeps the Holy Spirit in me. A comforting partner.
He's reaping His flock, a little at a time, that is sad so many so few to enter the Kingdom Were we will all be together.  


Details | Rhyme | |

Pointless Argument

A common mistake,
a misunderstanding,
too much to take,
there's no clear landing.

Guards go up,
but walls come down
in a mess of words
thrown all around.

A sticky situation
is all that they have,
no reconciliation
can fix the bad.


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 | Free verse | |

Blink

A ship in a bottle…
that is who I am –
Never truly being able to sail free,
 trapped in melted silica.
How I yearn for this barrier to be shattered,
if only to ride the waves,
reaching then touching shore,
which happily tickles their feet...
Better yet, what I would give to be that sand.
How ironic that I put myself in this situation,
with only distorted images as my view.

 
She frolics in that vermilion dress,
as he happily makes footprints.
She shows him how the crab skitters past,
and they mimic its sideways walk.
The sun shines with them,
as the sea breeze dances along…

 
I hear their laughter,
but it is hollowed out
by the silent screaming waves of my heart…

 
I watch their happy scene unfold,
but my vision is blurred
by defiant tears that don’t dare fall.


I blink.

And see them clearly now…
They have moved on
             without me.




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Details | Rhyme | |

What Does Marriage Mean to YOU

What Does Marriage Mean to YOU?

What all hear various definitions
 of what marriage means.
Not realizing the consequences
 this often brings!

There’s often a lack of commitment and faithfulness.
Many still looking for a true source of happiness!

This institution, that God set up as a husband and wife.
Needs to have his spirit,
 to guide our life!

It’s no wonder why, there’s many falling apart!
It’s causing heartache and many broken hearts!

No court in the land can wash away sin’s dark stain.
When adultery happens, things aren’t the same!

May we all seek to ask God
 to strengthen our home!
He’s there to help us!
 When we feel all alone!

We need the blood of Jesus to daily cleanse us!
He wants to do this!  Because he loves us!

Jesus remains committed, faithful and strong!
His word will teach us what’s right and wrong!

May we seek HIS guidance and council!
You’ll find, that he is always most helpful!

Please Jesus… Heal the broken families
 across this nation!
For only you can provide
 a much needed foundation!

By Jim Pemberton  


Details | Rhyme | |

Serving A Great Church Or A Great God

Serving a Great Church? Or a Great God? There’s a church nearby I was invited to come to… I was told; “this is a great church!” It’s really cool!” “We have a great pastor that preaches a great sermon!” “We have great people too..” “This is most certain!” “You’re invited to a service that is really great.” “It last one hour so make sure you’re not late.” “You’ll find a great service in just one hour!” “You’ll have a great time.” “And will feel God’s power.” “The worship is great too!” “The music will stir your soul!” “Getting more people into our building is our goal!” I thought; “In this great church, is something missing?” In this “greatness…” What kind of life are we giving? What does scripture say about Christ’ body’s purpose and meaning? Are we focused on God? Or what gives us a “good feeling?” Holiness and repentance must be our daily goal and passion… Being sold out to Christ may seem “old fashioned.” I’d rather have Jesus than the “greatness of a church” any day. I’ll love and worship HIM… No matter that others say! May we all return to our first love... Jesus must be our lord! It’s in heaven where we need to have our treasures stored! I seek the greatness of our God! And I worship his mighty name! With him in church..… Things will never be the same! By Jim Pemberton 12/01/11


Details | Elegy | |

God Received An Angel

In the summer of 2007, God received an angel.
The Angels name was Katie. 
Katie was sweet & Katie was good
But I guess God wanted sweet old Katie
Out of the hood.
She did all she could, she gave all she had
But never in her life treated anyone bad.
Jesus, I know that she’s good
I know that she is great
But sometimes I just hate, 
Hate that she is gone
Hate that she is away
I think about her everyday.
Everyone & Everything is changing
Family is falling apart, 
Oh why it’s breaking my heart.
Tearing the house down acting like pure clowns
God you got a gift 
But sometimes I wish,
Wish you hadn’t took my Angel
Wish you would have let her stay a little longer.
God received an Angel.
The Angels name was Katie
 I hope Katie is with me daily
Until I die & visit her in the sky
House is up wholesale, everyone thinking
“WHAT THE HELL”
Angels, Angels, Angels
Angels flying here, Angels flying there
Angels are flying around just about any & everywhere
You took a couple of my families angels in strange ways 
I get up in the morning wondering when is my day
& who will be next to depart us.
My heart was broken when you took my Angel
Oh, why did you have to take her,
Her out of all people
She followed the rules and the laws 
But I am wondering is that all.


Details | Free verse | |

Christina

Dear friends I'm sorry I'm not here lately,my life is very busy,with many new happenings, yet I'm still here with you in spirit.I just want to share this great miracle with you. My daughter Christina was born last Monday,27th of August at 11.30PM, following a long difficult labour. I was out of hospital on Friday, and now getting accustomed to my new role as a Mommy. I would love to thank so much each one of whom kept me and my family in prayer during these last months .....I shall keep you in my prayers too Much love-Charmaine


Details | Than-Bauk | |

Dressed Blues

<                                                 he took the fall
                                                   dressed blues call now
                                                   hearts wall skips beat

 

Written by Katherine Stella 8/7/11



A Than-Bauk, conventionally a witty saying or epigram, is a three line "climbing rhyme" poem of Burmese origin. Each line has four syllables. 

The rhyme is on the fourth syllable of the first line, the third syllable of the second line, and the second syllable of the third line. 

Tribute To U.S Marine Corps
Hu RAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH


Details | Free verse | |

Silly Putty

I'm asking you to run. 
Run as fast as you can
in another direction.

Don't remain in your fear of life
outside of comfort or rob yourself
of identity as you go through the motions
on the path already laid out
for you.
It may seem easier to take what's given,
but you will become your father,
and your father's father.
Just another man,
capable of anything
and everything, 
making choices founded
on naivete and fear.

Your hesitance in forming
new traditions
holds you back,
as the Alpha 
keeps you on a tight leash
through his ability
to maneuver his way
right into your guilty conscience.
You are an ally
to his tradition,
but only because you allow him
to manipulate you into thinking
that you are being judged by your friends, 
your family,
and by God,
the three things
that you believe
built the foundation
of your existence.
But the only one who is judging you
is the one who is manipulating you.
And why, you might ask?
For stepping outside
of HIS tradition,
for looking outside of
who he created you to be,
molding you 
like silly putty since the day
you learned to walk.

I was silly putty once too.
I've been there.
But I opened up my mind
to the things that scared me,
the things I wanted most,
This is what gave me an identity,
freeing me of being bound
in the captivity of taking
on the beliefs of "tradition"
without ever thinking about it,
the captivity of staying true
to its values
without even knowing what they are.

So when people ask 
why you believe what you do,
you have no explanation,
for you've never had the chance
to think for yourself,
not until now.
I was there.

Now its your turn.
Convince me that you
are not just a generational
work horse like those
before you.
For in the end
if that is the path you choose,
I will not be resentful
and I will not be hateful.
I will only be disappointed
and broken-hearted
that you fell into
the boring predictable life
that I knew you never wanted.
Convince me that when I look at you,
I see only YOU,
the brilliantly gifted person
who has the ability
to make a difference 
and change the world...

But only if you run.





Details | Nonet | |

Why Did I Keep It A Secret?

When I was five, I should have told my 
mom that one of my friends called her 
ugly. Maybe I would have 
stopped being overly 
sensitive at school 
if guys didn't 
look at me 
or like 
me. 

I never realized how much her
words hurt me when she first said them.
Remembering how I used
to treat her when we played
at school and made sure
others knew why
truly makes
it quite 
clear.

As we got older, I don't think she
even remembered saying it.
I included my closest
friends in a fight she was
oblivious of.
Telling her it 
hurt would have 
been the
best.


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 | Free verse | |

Family Secrets

Just when I thought that I knew them all
One tumbled forth from a careless tongue
I’m left a bit stunned, not sure how to feel
About this bit of knowledge revealed

I have known that I almost wasn’t to be
And that Providence ultimately played its hand
But, what I didn’t know until late yesterday
Is that I was to be adopted, for being unplanned

My mother admitted that she didn't think
She could handle more children; she'd already had four
But in the delivery room changed her mind
And decided she'd keep my twin brother and me

I’m left wondering how my life would have been
If I had been raised by somebody else
My life wasn’t easy, was a struggle, in fact
But if all that were different, then I wouldn't be "Me"

It seems odd that I now own this silent ache
For it makes no difference to me in the end
Still, there it is-- the hollow, pervasive pang
In my chest as I ponder this old/new truth


Details | Rhyme | |

A Homeless Man's Christmas Wish

Christmas day is coming soon
I can hear the little drummer boys beat 
As I sleep under a stack of newspapers
At my home here on the street
I have no shade from the summer heat
No shelter from a spring storm
When autumn and winter roll around
I have no blanket to keep me warm
I have no one to talk to 
No doctor to keep me well
My life is like the seventh circle
Of an everlasting hell
I have no feast on Thanksgiving
On my birthday, I have no cake
Most nights as I sleep in my concrete bed
I pray and hope I won't wake
I think about the man I used to be
The one that died so long ago
Now all that's left is this scruffy, filthy creature
Who I don't even know
Now that Christmas is here again
I pray to the good Lord above
For a gift that most don't appreciate 
Filled with lots of happiness and love
I'm not talking about material things
I can get by without any of that
All I want is a house and a family
Complete with a dog and  a cat
I wish every single Christmas season
That my dear, sweet Lord would send me
A beautiful family with warm, smiling faces
Sipping hot chocolate around a Christmas tree
We would have a most amazing feast
A rack of lamb tied up with a bow
Then we would all get bundled up
And go caroling in the snow
Oh, how glorious that would be
To have a family and a few friends
To have people who love me
Even after this life ends
God please hear my prayers
And answer them if you can
Just grant one simple Christmas wish
To this old homeless man


Details | Lyric | |

To My Foster Parents With Love

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

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

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

I love you.


Details | Rhyme | |

I am not SAD

I am not sad!


While most of my poems may be SAD
They reflect the experiences that I’ve HAD
I promise you I am not MAD
In fact most days I feel GLAD

Whenever I do feel DOWN
Or sadness is AROUND
When pain and fear are ABOUND
I write to release my inner FROWN

My writing is the skeleton KEY
To all things that make me - ME
It opens the door and sets me FREE
To document my life’s JOURNEY

I write today to tell you SO
Just in case you did not KNOW
My memories are clear and PLAIN
On my journey there’s both joy and PAIN

SOME OF IT I JUST CAN’T EXPLAIN
SOME ANSWERS I MAY NEVER ASSERTAIN


Happy memories are all I SEE
When I reflect on my girls and ME
They fill my heart with such JUBILEE
And now my life has UNITY 

Alaya and Saen adore me SO
I love them and this they KNOW
They repaired my heart and helped it GROW
In their eyes I see love’s GLOW

A love like theirs is INCOMPARABLE
This makes the pain of my past - BEARABLE
They fill my spirit with joy and GLEE
They are the reason I was meant to BE

Each and every day I PRAY
I look in the mirror and I SAY
Thank you lord for this DAY
Watch over my children as they PLAY
And please show me the WAY
To be a better person - TODAY

This eases the sadness in ME
So I can live and be HAPPY!

Lay


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Wrong Place, Wrong Guy

********************** Mario Rocha is an old friend of mine from California who was wrongfully imprisoned for over 7 years. He was stabbed several times while locked up, but left the State Penn. a seasoned poet! This one's for you Super Mario!***************



A child's life evaporated
gone in a second's time
arrived to a teenage party
arrested 
for a gang banger's crime

a night spent with friends
fifteen,
acting his age
the remainder of his years
left to die in a cage

so many witnesses
none could tell
speak truth, you die
and family
pays the hell

aboard a train 
that stops for no one
guilt or none
receiving a fair retrial 
has rarely been done

the kid never lost 
the battles 
in his head
but exercised his demons
with words instead

freedom taken 
but none could rob him 
of the dreams in his heart
though his nemeses stopped at nothing
to rip 
his life apart

still that prison train
blazed down the track
tried to silence him
with fifteen stab wounds 
to his back

they failed to kill him
only made him stronger
but his family knew
he wouldn't last 
much longer

unknown enemies
returned with more severity 
the second time
ensuring the kid paid
for someone else crime


they failed again
justice kept him breathing
the same justice 
that's been absent 
since that fateful evening

innocent
he never gave up hope
there were no obstacles 
in life 
for which he couldn't cope


just as the belief 
of his strongest loved ones
began to disappear
his unbreakable faith
became crystal clear

through painstaking persistence
justice was served
during the fair retrial
he and his family 
always deserved

incarcerated, 
the boy became a man
much older than years
writing was his therapy
protecting him from fears

through all the pain
self-pity never gave him 
a good reason to cry
even though they chose him
wrong place...wrong guy

 


Details | Quintain (English) | |

Fateful Morn

Doris called, "Caleb has another earache
all night he has cried in terrible pain."
Doris asked me to assist for her sake.
Sat down to rest, watch TV once again.
Now in permanent memory~places...

Contest: "Remembering 911"
Sponsor: Carolyn Devonshire

*Note
Click on: "About This Poem"


Details | Rhyme | |

The Look On My Child's Face

The Look On My Child’s Face…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

By Jim Pemberton




Details | Couplet | |

A soldier's friend

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Rhyme | |

God Gave Me A Talent I Didn't Use It

God Gave Me A Talent…  I Didn’t Use It!

God gave me a talent, but I chose to refuse it.
I had it…  But didn’t want to use it!

God also gave me the ability to use what was given.
But it just “didn’t fit in” with my style of livin’!

The talent he gave, he wanted for me to share...
Although I went to church…  I just didn’t care!

I was like someone who “buried the talent in the ground.”
When God came looking…  I was nowhere to be found.

I was embarrassed of what he gave and ashamed.
I didn’t want to talk about Jesus, 
or mention his name…

I wanted to be careful of who was my friend.
If I were to use God’s talent, I may easily “offend.”

We all have talents. God’s given them to each one.
He’s given to us his spirit and Christ Jesus his son!

All that we need to accomplish his purpose and goal…
He wants to use us!  He loves us more than we know!

Will you “bury” the talents that God’s given to you?
Or will you just “turn your back” like others do?

He has a divine will for us all.  A purpose and plan!
He waits for you… With an outstretched hand!

Won’t you allow him to use you HIS way?
Please do it now!  Listen to what HE has to say!

HIS blessings in your life is for you to receive!
Reach out to him now! Trust and believe.!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Sonnet | |

The Home

I leave my heart secreted far away,
In my home, my sanctum, my hidey-hole.
Each day I leave, but every night I stay.
My heart in it's home, always safe and whole.

Where ever I wander, my heart always
Calls me home, to my family and friends.
To a nice warm bed. To a fire ablaze:
We huddle close to chat and warm our hands.

My heart, my hope, my soul, all dwell right here.
The roots of my life, trapped in a building.
Within my reach is all that I hold dear.
Memories here, carved into the molding

Yet are not people more important than
The place? I will enjoy it while I can.


Details | Didactic | |

The Church

CH 
Side by side 
U R 
In the inside
Where 
Peace does reside
If, 
You will just abide 
What 
Your heart really decide
Honey, come on in 
And sit by my side 
Don’t wait  
At the outside
For together 
We listen to the humming bride
Silent music
Of angels pride
Your wants and wishes 
To him, never hide





Details | Free verse | |

Black widow murderer

Unwittingly sucked in
entangled within lifes cobwebs
poisoned wrapped and saved for later

Until satisfaction for hunger is needed
preyed upon with slow satisfaction and pride
despite the deceit and trickery of enticement

Faced with soulful persecution of honesty
reality and truth to be lost forever
whilst deceitful one is admired

Displayed devouring of specimen
No trial nor retribution, let others fall fate
alas before finished – destiny will strike

Poor black widow will choke
own untimely death from own grip of life
suffocating truths stifled now smothering


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My Grandson

My Grandson

It really upset me the other day
To hear the words my grandson would say
He said he gets weaker day after day
I’m lost for words don’t know what to say

He has the illness muscular dystrophy 
It just words I do not understand properly you see
We all know what the illness will do 
We don’t talk of it much, would you?

He is always so loving with so much to give all
It eats me up he’s so young so small
To have this illness to have to cope
All the doctors and scientists can give us no hope

Of finding a way to stop the deterioration
For a miracle I would give any donation
My life for his is a price I would gladly pay
Yet all I can do is give time, love and play

To take him to movies, play games watch TV
There the only way my pain I can relieve
So that I will do with my heart and my soul
Love my loving grandson to make his life whole


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The Kids Have All Been Fed

When you called me on the phone,
I answered and said,
honey, we feel so all alone, 

It's so good to hear from you tonight,
the kids have all been fed,
but, I couldn't eat a bite,

I know we've had our ups and downs,
and our in betweens,
but honey please please turn around,
it's not as bad as what it seems,

Don't tell me it's over now,
we don't need no more bad news,
we've got to find a way somehow,
the kids all need new shoes,

Honey, please turn around,
I know that we'll pull through,
although we've had our ups and downs,
I'd never stop loving you,

We've got to find a way somehow,
it's the kids that feel abused,
Don't tell me it's over now,
we don't need no more bad news,

Please come back home,
the kids have all been fed,
we feel so all alone,

Now nothing seems as right,
I kissed the kids for you tonight,,
and held them tight,

Please say you might.


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For All Of My Sin Guilt And Shame

For All Of My Sin, Guilt And Shame… The sins I’ve committed… There are so many. Is there any hope for me. Is there ANY? The things I’ve done have caused me much shame. I’m often embarrassed when others call my name. My past failures and mistakes. They abound! And have a tendency to “pull me down.” I’ve often felt “unlovable” with a discouraged mind. It seems like my life, “is racing against time.” I was told that Jesus loves me and can make me whole. How could someone like this love me? I’ll never know. How could a God who’s so merciful and lovable. Find anything inside of me… That’s “valuable?” I’ve read in hi word, that he purchased my life with his. An abundant and eternal life… He freely gives! Dear Jesus. I ask you to come into my life and wash it clean. I ask you to be my Lord. My righteousness. My everything! For all of my failures, mistakes and every sin. I long for your presence and peace within! Only YOU can restore my life through your gift of salvation. I give you my heart. And an opened invitation! Thank you Lord! For the work that you’re going to do. I want you to know how much I love and appreciate YOU! By Jim Pemberton 09/21/11


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Jesus Is The Living Water


Jesus... The Living Water Jesus is the living water which can satisfy. HE is the oasis in a land barren and dry. Only HE can bring true satisfaction deep within. HIS living water can break the bondage of sin. He awaits you with his love and grace. His living water shall fill your "empty space." You were made according to his design. He created this world with you in mind. Come and drink of his water that only he can give. Taste of his everlasting love each day that you live. NOW is the day of salvation... please don't delay! Listen to the words Jesus has to say. His promises are forever, steadfast and true. It is no secret of how much he loves me and YOU! By Jim Pemberton


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A Prayer For My Girls - If I should die before I wake

A prayer for my girls ~ If I should die before I wake

To my girls I would write

Mommy will always love you ~ I never placed anyone above you

You are my world and the reason for my life ~ I did my best though I didn’t get 
everything right

You both gave me the courage and strength to fight ~ Your lives gave me direction 
and your love was my light

Even though my body is no longer here ~ don’t you fear ~ my spirit is always near

Each night you get on your knees to pray ~ remember this prayer ~ Promise me to 
say
	“Dear God please tell mommy we said hi
	That we understand that all people must die
	We know she is safe with you in the sky
	She is an Angel with wings and can now fly
	We promise to make her proud
	Our dreams will reach beyond the clouds
	Tell her that we are okay and we remember her everyday
	She is in our hearts where she will forever stay
	We know she did her best ~ and that her soul can now rest
	Please tell mommy we love her again and again…”
	Amen

Lay


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We Need To Honor Our Parents

May We Honor Our Parents…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

By Jim Pemberton


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Time to Go in loving memory of my mother

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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A Very Inviting Temptation

A Very Inviting Temptation! I remember of a particular situation. I was offered a very "inviting" temptation. The situation I was in... I didn't belong! And lost any sense of "right and wrong." At first... I felt no guilt or shame. And brought embarrassment to my family's name. I tried to explain this to my wife and kids. I heard; "Dad... please... no more fibs!" The Godly principles were "tossed to the side," As the sin inside caused arrogance and pride. Soon, all in my life that truly mattered... Was gone! My life was empty and shattered! I was sorry for all of the problems I caused! This time... I took a moment to pause. I cried to God to rescue me from my sin. I confessed! Would God help me once again? I read in the Bible of Jesus’ grace and love! This time the help I needed had to come from above! I asked him for a fresh and brand new start. He removed the stain from a broken heart. He restored to me the joy I once had. I'm so blessed! Jesus has made me glad! Jesus is the reason I'm here today! I LOVE HIM more than words can say! By Jim Pemberton


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"Reflections of the Season's Tomorrows"

Reflections of the Season’s Tomorrows

Wondering how long before tomorrow.
Watching the door every time someone passed.
Trembling hands reached out for a moments joy. 
Her rosy cheeks and eyes were now faded.
Weeping, sitting in her room, she looked around.
Her aged heart had been for children waiting.

Ever since they left, she had been waiting.  
Promising, they said, “We’ll come tomorrow.”  
Reflections of the seasons shone around.  
But in her heart lived pain as each day passed.  
Her memories and delights, now, somehow faded.  
As youngsters they had been her only joy.  

Too much time gone; she could not feel their joy.  
So many of her days spent hoping, waiting. 
Her utmost fear was that their love had faded. 
She thought that there would not be a tomorrow. 
The sparkles in her eyes had all but passed.  
She spent each lonesome day dazed, looking around. 

Suddenly, they were there, children all around!
For the first time in years, she regained her joy –
One by one, she hugged them; loving glimpses passed.  
The time had come for which she had been waiting.  
Her dream arrived; at last it was tomorrow.  
Pain that she had felt forgivingly faded. 

Thankfully, love for them had not faded.  
Her gleaming eyes sent adoration around.  
All thanked God above for this new tomorrow.  
Grandchildren bounced balloons squealing with joy.  
It happened on a day she wasn’t waiting.  
One by one, the children kissed her as they passed.  

Each caring look joined reality; time passed.  
Her fragile squeeze showed them love had not faded 
Although she had been tirelessly waiting, 
There is happiness with family around. 
She knew, for the first time in some years, joy!  
Reflected gleams sparkled on her tomorrow.  

Too fast, the moments passed; holiday lights faded
There was no more waiting; loved ones came around.
Love redeemed joy, each today and tomorrow.



©  November 19, 2010
Dane Smith-Johnsen 



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God Bless The Garbage Man

Though this is written like a poem it is
more of a thank you letter.

God answers prayers in so many ways
he brings us people to help keep the faith
he gave to me a sweet, sweet man
who helped me truly understand
when i was low and ready to give up
see i was broke 
Without a job, no money, no food, no gas in the car
My husband needed to go and find work
To help his family stay a float
We saw the garbage man outside
We feared he'd come to take our garbage can
So we rushed out side to ask him not too
He said he wasn't there too
He just came to empty our can
'Cause the regular garbage man had passed us up
Now here is were God steps in
My husband and the garbage man talk outside for quit awhile
Tears fill my heart when I think of what comes next
My husband leaves and comes right back
He tells me that the garbage man has put $23 of gas in our van
My heart must of skipped a beat, I could not believe his generosity
Though it does not stop there
Apparently the garbage man has also given us $40 in cash
His only wish is was that it was not spent on cigarettes or booze 
This money was for my family to get food
So often we forget how God lends a helping hand
God does not promise to make us rich, or grant us all we wish
He simply says just ask of me and all you NEED will be given to thee

Today I send out a special prayer, "God, Please bless The Garbage Man that 
gave my family a helping hand. Amen"


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Morals Morality and Ethical Direction


Morals, Morality and Ethical Direction… We often hear of morals, morality and ethical direction. What they mean, I suppose, is “one’s discretion.” Very seldom, is anything from the Bible being heard. Why obey God’s commandments? Why, that’s absurd! Many claim, that as adults, just about anything is “o.k.” As long as you don’t do what they do, but what they say! Many are “bombarded” with sexual type of temptations… Often leading many to get into perverse addictions! We set up boards of people to try to be “ethically clean.” When it comes down to it… What does this really mean? Can a person be totally immoral, but 100% ethical?’ Does this, in some way, seem kind of “heretical?” Why believe in God? He’s been ruled “unconstitutional.” While many listen to the news, which is often “delusional!” We hear of perversions, that are often “glorified.” Do we hear of those wanting to be Godly sanctified? If you’re confused, and need some kind of spiritual guide! Look to God’s word! He has nothing to hide! The kind of morality and ethics that you’ll ever need… Can be found in the Bible! Open it and read! Why not read from Genesis through Revelation? We can all find what we need! Across our nation! God and his word give us a true moral compass for living! His life for our own lives, is what he’s freely giving! Won’t you come to Jesus for godly direction today? He is here! And wants to help you find HIS way! By Jim Pemberton


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Like a Teddy Bear

Learn to listen like a Teddy Bear
intensely with a compassionate stare

Learn to see the world like a Teddy Bear
with glossy eyes filled with nothing but care

Learn to feel emotion like a Teddy Bear
softly lined with cotton, filled with comfort to share

Learn to love like a Teddy Bear
with arms open and always there

Lay


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Overcoming Evil with Goodness

Overcoming Evil With Good...

"Do not be overcome by evil, 
 but overcome evil with good."
This verse from scripture
 is often misunderstood.

Many tend to "get back" at someone 
who's "wronged them."
Whether it be from a stranger... or even a friend.

You cannot fight evil with evil--
this isn't God's plan!
His concept of love and mercy-- you
 need to understand.

Remember  the words Jesus said in the beatitudes.
Perhaps this can stop any 
"revengeful attitudes."

You were called to be holy--
with Godliness in mind.
To be filled with his mercy... 
being gentle and kind.

Rise above whatever evil 
may come your way/
Overcome by doing this with 
God's goodness... today!

Allow the cross of Christ to be
 lifted up in your life.
Allow his spirit to remove all malice,
 bitterness and strife.

A compassionate and loving person 
in you... others will see!
What you do today--will impact your eternity!

An overcomer of evil is often
 difficult to do.
Obey and trust God--
He will see you through!

By Jim Pemberton 
Rom. 12:21


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The Most Cruel Disease

The Most Cruel Disease

By Elton Camp

Len Mosley was quite a man in his day
Little bad about him could anyone say

The life he lived was anyone’s dream
He had everything in life, it did seem

Happy and alert when he was a child,
Len was cheerful and always smiled

He became a teen, handsome & strong
Little in his life turned out to be wrong

And his intelligence was exceptional too
With his IQ, there was little he couldn’t do

After college, Len returned and took a wife
The two came to have a happy family life

With four children the couple were blessed
And in his chosen career Len progressed

The high school principal he finally became
By work and integrity, he added to his name

When he grew older, a change all could see
He was no longer the man that he used to be

Len became confused as to what he should do
As time passed, even more severe it grew

The doctor’s sad diagnosis finally came in
“I’m sorry, but it is Alzheimer’s my friend.”

Len struggled against it as hard as he could
That it was hopeless, his family understood

Finally, his children he couldn’t even recognize
For all of the brightness and light left his eyes

His family took care of Len in his own home,
But he began to leave and alone he’d roam

He was unaware that danger had come near
When over a hill, a Mack truck did appear

Both horn and brakes the truck driver tried
But it was to no avail and that day Len died

Alzheimer’s disease had destroyed his mind
To Len, that fate was the one most unkind


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In his footsteps

On his shoulders 
he carried 
me,
when I tarried 
when young.
He’d huddle me close,
and tell me the stories
Of how he grew up.
The things that he loved to do most.

Correct me when wrong.
And punish when bad he’d
Protect me from harm,
And when ill -
He’d wrap me in blankets,
And nurse by my side,
Till one day I grew up
And rebelled.

In your footsteps 
You wanted
Me to have followed,
And done everything by your will.
But I’m my own person,
So listen to my side,
Are you in with me this time
Or still…?

Do you not answer?
Hear my pain call?
As I struggle to find my own way.
Is it time I departed?
Is it time that I learnt?
To have my own will
What d’you say?

Well I’m sorry 
You’re silent.
You’re so disappointed.
But I know that you feel
I am wrong.
I can’t take this no longer
I’m so full of anger.
To my misery
Is there no end?

Well I’m out!...
Do you hear me?...
Dont misunderstand me.
I’m grateful for what you have done.
But for now
I don’t know me.
I don’t know the answers.
I’ll pack up my things and be gone!

But then
you say to me
Just listen – child listen,
One day 
you will settle
You’ll see.
You’ll be married. 
With children.
Putting food on the table -
Working hard to bring in the dough
Then you’ll think of these words
Just follow my footsteps
That way you will
Come to no harm.

And the voice in your head
Will silently say -
I told you,
Was right all along.
I’m your father
I taught you to follow 
my footsteps;
To know what is right and
Whats wrong!


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THE LAND OF THE FREE

Look around you;
Is what you see is true.
America my home,
It is 310,452,000 so we’re not alone
The land of the free. 
I thank God, for everything you’ve been so good to me. 
No other place in this world but in this land. 
Can you start with an empty hand, 
And from nothing become something.
Live life to the fullest each and every day. 
We use come together and pray.
From the rolling hills, and dirty streets, and windswept plains
I am strong, I am proud, I am weak, I am vain,
For the many who strive to hear the sound of opportunity but cannot.
Let my pen be your voice so that should say a lot
The icons of our fast-food world - French fries, hamburgers and cokes.
This might fill our belly’s but does this give us hope.
In the summer heat there is laughter of children in chlorine-blue city pools.
These same children in our future will be our leaders, so now what will do. 
There is suffering of the lonely, of the hungry, of the dreamless who live without hope.
Just keep having faith and believe than just maybe together as America we can cope.






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Slowing Down

Life is all the little things that seem to pass us by
They’re is a child’s laugh, a beautiful flower, and sometimes a good hard cry.

We go through life so fast that we forget to slow down
We spend our life in worry and stress when what we should really do is look around. 

It’s hard in this world we live in to take the time we need 
To have time for ourselves, spend time with the family, or just sit with a child and read.

I dream for a time, not too far off, that this can come to
I know this isn’t an original plea, but for me I hope for it to be true.

Like the old saying “Stop and smell the flowers”
But in my life I like to say “Stop to hear the laughter of a child” it holds with it such healing 
powers.



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I will always recall

I remember every feeling every second 
Etched in my memory it will always beckon 
 
As though it was yesterday vividly acclaimed 
I knew my life would never be the same

But I was ready when the news was given to me
The doctor  “said you are pregnant” what to see?

She showed me the written proof 
I jumped in the hall almost hitting the roof 

My dream came true, my wish, and my bliss
God had heard my prayers I feel his wish
 
After many years of crying, doubt and sighing
I was to become a parent no more trying

I rushed around like a women that was smitten
Nothing could stop this gaiety, glistening
 
Now I need to buy books on pregnancy
Baby names, and good diapers with absorbency
  
Paint the room blue or pink trim?
Change the light switches to dim 

What a whirl win of thoughts and ideas
Now caressing my face were happy tears

So on went the days turning to weeks 
Closer to the day I could hardly see my feet 

The time had made its approach 
Two weeks early its time to get coached 

She made her arrival nearly 14 hours later 
My baby girl, no feeling could have been greater 



 (Inspired by Gareth James "Best day of your life contest"!)


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A CHILD'S MINUTE

written 7th May 2013


Time for a nap
 said the cat
Time to play
 said the puppy, his tail waved
Time for class
 did you hear the bell teacher asked
Time for tea, called mum
 why, your're always last young son!
Time for bed, dad called
 all went quiet down the hall
Brush your teeth, yelled mum
 finally, tucked in tight
All dreamed peacefully, till sunlight


Details | Senryu | |

Quit Running

mom say's
quit running !!!!
  {walk}


Details | Epigram | |

Alertness

Attunement at its best
Be to hell go the rest


Details | I do not know? | |

WE ARE INDEPENDENCE!

We are Tausug Nation
Defending independence
Free from the enemies
Stood not to get oppressed

Our Nation ruled
Of the country’s independence
Never conquered from then
We shall develop our land

Our country, nation is known
Home of courageous person
Bound only in one faith
Never care of the death

Tumantangis, Dahu peaks of our land
To Bagsak, Sinumaan
And to all the mountains here
Only one God is aimed

Zamboanga, Basilan, North Borneo, Palawan
Centre is in Sulu land
Ruled by the Sultan
From the early point of time

Our nation is united
In the name of faith is complete
Only God is firm
Determined not to get conquered

Land of the pearl garden
Sulu Sea in the world is famous
From the South and North
And East and West

Blood of Martyrs flowed in the vein of the Sug Nation
Fought to defend
Flag rose like Vinta strip
Eternal pledge appeared


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Father to son (A monologue)

Life is full of many important decisions my son
Each decision is a step closer to your future
Every step could lead in many directions, as a man, you must choose one
Do not decide your path on others convictions, examine your own beliefs first
There is nothing worst than betraying ones self; consequences are grave, believe son, it hurts
Walk the path that you choose; sometimes the path gets a little rough and very steep
Be mindful and learn from all setbacks, this builds character; for all our actions we must reap
Stay focused on your prize, remain smart and be aggressive in your endeavors
Remain humble but celebrate your accomplishments; those memories will last forever
Continue to set and achieve goals; do not become content with the present
Contention precipitates laziness, your hunger is subdued and eventually severed
Become a strong, positive, productive and intellectual man
Set the example for your children; this will be a difficult task but do the best you can
Mistakes are common in life son; be responsible and rectify each and every situation
Lord willing, I am preempting one, by maintaining father and son communication


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Catch Me If You Can French Sonnet

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

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



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


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Ringing In The New Year

<                             raise your glass toast to thy new year
                               recant memories close and near
                               shed thy tears for beloved that died
                               ring out wild bells to the wild sky


                               new dawn is upon horizon
                               bless me "O" Lord for I have sinned 
                               basking in beauty I did cry 
                               ring out wild bells to the wild sky



                               winter spring summer and fall's theme
                               natures way of trickery schemes
                               weaving another day to try
                               ring out wild bells to the wild sky



                               ever try an moon and stars dance
                               believe me they put you in trance
                               so raise me once again Lord high
                               ring out wild bells to the wild sky



                               crown jewels and mirrored fixtures settings
                               illuminates hearts strings nettings
                               ask not pass singing auld lange sye
                               ring out wild bells to the wild sky 




Entry For
Dr Ram Mehta's
Ring Out Wild Bells
To The Wild Sky
Kyeriell Contest
G.L. All                             


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I'm Not the Kind of Person God Wants Me to Be

I’m not the kind of person I need to be! There’s too many problems inside of me! I’m not the kind of person you’d want to know… I’ve too many worries and a troubled soul! I’m the kind of person who has a lot of stress! Lately, my life has been one big mess! I’m the kind of person who doesn’t have a friend. You listen to me now… But may never see me again! I’m the kind of person who’s gone through pain! I wake up some days, and don’t even know my name! I may not be the kind of person you’d want to be around. I may get discouraged, and “get you down.” I’m the kind of person who’s giving Jesus a chance… I know he loves me! Whatever the circumstance! I’m the kind of person who needs a lot of prayer! I know that God listens! And is always there! Please help me Jesus! That I may be set free! May it be your love that others will see! Thank you Jesus! For being my savior and friend! You’re someone that this person can always depend! I’m not the kind of person that Jesus wants me to be! That’s why I need more of HIM! And LESS of me! By Jim Pemberton


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A Mans Worth

A Man’s Worth
By Nate Spears


I’ve never been god’s gift to the world
But I am a man
A man with a gift 
A man with a plan
A man of mistakes
But a man of honesty
A man with integrity
That’s the man inside of me. 

For what you believe in; stand for
Be the heart of your family
The flaming torch
Be the hand that feeds
Be the hand that heals
Be the hand that nurtures
Be the hand that kills

Be the hand that serves 
Be the hand that protects
Be one hand in your household
That demands respect; and is
Truly blessed
To have a beautiful family
Making you the whole of a man
Bringing a new meaning
To the soul of a man
With respect 
With honor
With courage
Be a symbol of depth
Making mankind reflects its intent
On this earth
As is in heaven
Amen.


Details | Pantoum | |

Only Link A Telephone Line

The wait_only link a telephone line
Minutes trickle through the minute glass
Everyone gets a call and that is fine
Our daughter answered phone as her own task

Minutes trickle through the minute glass
Finally the phone call from Doctor Burke
Our daughter answered phone as her own task
His job was done; he did excellent work

Finally the phone call from Doctor Burke
Surgery finished, it went well_ hip in
His job was done; he did excellent work
Wait again while in recovery_wear thin

Surgery finished, it went well_ hip in
He's in recovery will be there short while
Wait again while in recovery_wear thin
My anxiety went past quarter mile

He's in recovery will be there short while
Everyone gets a call and that is fine
My anxiety went past quarter mile
The wait_only link a telephone line


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

The Rain and Wind

The wind blew events all over the place.
Intense emotions and it gave chase.
Lightning lighting to show us the sky.
People try to sleep and not cry.
Wisping by the wind keeps us awake.
The time trying to sleep the storms take.
Chills in everyone gives all shiver.
The clouds surrounded by moonlight is silver.
Heavenly prayers that the rain will stop.
The flood stopped a car the person in it was a cop.
People have seen such devastation.
The road that people made was week in creation.
Rivers near by was over flowing.
Trees that were there was not showing.
By the hour it claimed many.
My father woke up and did not see any.
Floating by was a boat.
Keeping people above water and a float.
My father kept a canoe.  
That some day we would use it, that he knew.
Time to paddle up and down the street.
The rain water kept getting on our seat.
It was so dark after the moon was behind the cloud.
Still the noise of thunder still covered the ears loud.
The smell of moist water never seem to go away.
My brothers seem to still sleep anyway.
My head was bobbing up and down.
I was so tired that I could not hear a sound.
The wind blew back and fourth.
It seems that my mom and dad paddle their worth.
Till all the people we saw with grace.
Help us out with embrace.
The time was so late at night.
Everyone was so sleepy and losing sight.
The fight with the weather was so hectic.
The feelings of energy was electric.
Losing to such natural disaster is hard to understand.
When people working hard to block the river with bags of sand.
With hard workers like my mom and dad.
They make things happen that is not bad.
Rough with weather they experience more than ever.
Leaders they are they are very clever.
From the night light of street lights to the morning glow.
The wind did not stop so.
Bringing in more clouds that ill.
The people who were still tired still had will.
The rush of water and waves blasting push the wall side.
Pushing and the force brought water inside.
The battle of our hour was getting long.
Backup people came to aid us was strong.
Rested they were to keep everyone with hope.
The people stopped the water with the strength of rope.
Heavy rain and loss of homes bring people together.
It is kind of sad that this was the only time to gather.
Chaos comes happiness how true.
This is why we are human that gives us a clue.
It is our nature to keep rain falling.
To know when it is time for our calling.
The winds bring such pain and sorrow.
That is why rain sometimes fallow.








Details | Crown of Sonnets | |

For My Unborn Seed and Girlfriend

Dam girl when Im locked up you set me free/ 
When Im not myself you set me free/ 
Im behind the lock and you got the key/
 Im blind with hate but you helpmy love see/ 
WhenIm lot and alone you take the lead/
 Without you I could have never planted my seed/ 
I hate to say it but you make me better/ 
You know I love you even without this letter/ 
When Im cold with sadness you my comfort warm sweater/
 I know I can be a bad boyfriend but Im going to be a better father/
 I might have wanted a son, but it really didnt matter because now you having my daughter/
 Im guess Im too stubborn girl with me why you even bother/
 my heart gets heart gets colder but for you it only gets hotter........


Details | Light Poetry | |

Chicken Head

       Chicken Head

       Your a bird, with no wings!
    Your soul is lost and lives in the streets.
     Why sell your body the way you do?
        you least can get your son some new shoes.
     If you going to sell your body,get what you can get.
         You have kids, you need to get a grip.
          Do you really want your daughter to grow up like you?
         To flag down cars for every man that comes threw!
           Why are you selling your last food stamps?
          To pay a cell phone bill that has laped.
      This is no debate, your son lips is cracked from being dehydarted.
     Why do you make them suffer for the things you do?
      Look into their eyes. thats the hatred for you!
         Your baby is crying tears, for you can hear.
               Crying to be loved by you,
            You can really fix the things you do!
   Each child is a gift from God, A bright shining star.
                 Look inside your heart,
    and ask your self is this is what you want to be.
          A chicken head that stay in the streets.
      Ask God for help, when you lay down to sleep.
            Pray the lord your soul to keep.
          If you should die before you wake,
       ask him to help take your kids pain away!
             Some one should decapitate you,
       for all the pain you put your kids threw.
      So stop having kids just for someone eles to raise them.
    I guess it's for the best, because you really don't deserve them!
           They cry for help, they beg of you!
     Your a lost soul, and only God can judge you!
    


Details | Bio | |

My Life These Days

Leonora I am a loyal, loving, caring and responsible friend and sister The only daughter of my loving parents , Manuela and deceased father Leonilo Lover of poetry, arts (portraits and painting) and playing piano Who feels alone, exhausted and so bored Who fears loss of love, loss of life and snake is the most Who would like to see different countries, future kids and great poets on poetry soup A proud resident of Candon which is not a boarder of Canada and London Galinta
written: Oct. 1,2012 First Place Contest: Life These Days Poem Judged: Sponsor: Poet Carol Sunshine Brown


Details | Rhyme | |

Healing Can Only Happen When the Pain Is Gone

Healing Can Only happen,
 When the Pain is Gone!

Healing can only happen, when the pain
 and damage are gone!
It can only come about, when there’s
 no “lists” of wrongs!

People need to move ahead, and put all
 of the past behind them!
And seek God’s forgiveness, 
so his grace can find ‘em!

Too many carry a load of sorrow
 and grief that they can’t afford!
They need to bring everything to Jesus,
 and make him their LORD!

How can we experience healing,
 if the suffering is still there?
How will we ever be able to love others,
 and truly care?

May we all seek the kind of healing,
 that only Christ can bring!
May we allow him to remove
 all pain and suffering!

Jesus…  We need your healing now!  More than ever before!
It is your love that we must learn
 to treasure and adore!

Please come now and refresh us with your awesome love!
The sweetness of your Holy Spirit, is a gift from above!

Thank you God!  The pain is gone and the healing has come!
All praise, glory and honor to Jesus!
 God’s anointed son!

By Jim Pemberton   10/19/13


Details | Rhyme | |

God, I Need Your Forgiveness


God, I Need Your Forgiveness! God, I need your forgiveness, for things I’ve done! I need to be washed through the blood of your son! Please take away the heartache and pain! Help me to trust you, when I call on your name! May t take each day to really get to know you! And just take the time to say that I LOVE YOU! May my heart be humbled and broken within! And daily trust Jesus as my savior and friend! I’ll always need someone that I can lean on to! I don’t know what I’d do, if I didn’t have you! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Rhyme | |

My Future

My future shines like the rays of the sun
brings my inner power to the outside
and even though I just lost a battle
(a battle of ignorance, not stupidity)
it makes me happy to still be alive
and to understand the choices I have made

Change is at the door, challenging me
now that the time has come
and for myself and my dear family
(the ones I love very much)
I am taking the inevitable 
of a better future I am capable

My future shines like stars in a clear night
dressing my wife, children and I
dressing my brother, parents, loved ones
(real family and friends)
in elegant clothes for the event of our lives
a graduation from the lessons learned

Responsible I am of my own mistakes
of my unlimited passion and blind pride
however there is something I can recognize
(because that is the final point)
I was not born knowing it all
therefore, in ignorance I was wrong

My future smiles at my present, offering ...
a new alternative, a new way in a new place
a place where all my children can play
(where we are finally going to stay)
surrounded by ideal conditions at home
where everything makes sense after all!

Carlos Mongrut
07/12/12


Details | Narrative | |

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



Details | Quatrain | |

THE MEDICINE MAN

                                          THE MEDICINE MAN

When I was a girl,
We lived way out back,
In the swamplands where life,
Was hard but no lack,

Of love and good humor,
And inventive fun,
We were tired but happy,
When day was done.

One evening my uncles,
Were chasing me,
In a game of tag,
Near a big Oak tree.

I couldn't see,
The tree in the dark,
So I hit it full bore,
And there made my mark.

I was down for the count,
Out like a light,
They took me to Grandpa,
Who, seeing my plight,

Set to work right away,
To bring me around.
He reset my nose,
Made sure I was sound.

My face was a horror,
A regular mask,
But with his tender care,
I was soon the same lass.

He made poultice, used herbs,
To take down the swelling,
Relieving my pain,
And discomfort quelling.

He was quiet and gentle,
And didn't say much,
But he knew a lot,
And he had the touch.

He doctored our family,
He doctored our friends,
And many an animal,
He came to tend.

He was just an old Indian,
But I never forgot,
The things that he did,
Proved he knew a lot.

He lived his life quiet,
The best that he could,
And he did his best,
To live like he should.

He never stole,
Wasn't given to drink,
Said too much booze,
Made it too hard to think.

Didn't hold much store,
In money or fame,
But he knew the importance,
Of a good family name.

What others think,
He said with a grin,
Depends much on you,
So try not to sin.

He taught by example,
And he taught us a lot,
And the things that he taught us,
I never forgot.
                                              Judy Ball


For Tell Me A Story Contest by Debbie Guzzi


Details | Free verse | |

Mali's Day

I was in a field near Maitland, just wading through this rain
and I'm feeling about as ragged as my jeans
Mali went home to lay down just before this rain
started spinning this old man's mind back into a dream

so I pulled my wood flute from my dirty red bandanna
and played it softly as I learned to sing the blues
didn't hear the words or see the lies just held Mali's hand in mine
We must have sung every song this grand-pa knew

Dreaming is just another word for nothing left to lose
Nothing means everything because this life it ain't free
And feeling good was so easy, Lord, Till I sang the blues
In real life feeling good was good enough for me

From her fast track to play time, she loved laying in the sun
That's where we could discuss the secrets in our souls
Through clear and stormy weather, arguments and the fun
Yeah, this blue eyed baby girl kept grampa from the cold

On a clear day near Amplatz, Lord, I felt her slip away
You knew she went to look for her Big Bro, I know Liam found her
I'd gladly trade all of my tomorrows for one single yesterday
If I could be holding that precious Mali on my knee

To remember is yet another word in this life some must lose
Dreams, hope and deep faith that's what Mali left me
Speak often to all who cross and you will realize who is free
Learning this together was good enough for me and Mali McGee


Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | Villanelle | |

Infuriated

- For women who choose to have abortions just so they can continue to whore around.

You make my head swell,
& you're a sad excuse for a woman:
Cold-hearted, selfish, self-righteous witch.

Abortion is a matter of life or death,
yet you choose death for this small being.
You make my head swell.

You work with children every day,
yet you still want to kill the one inside of you.
Cold-hearted, selfish, self-righteous witch.

You give me unwanted goose bumps with those words
"I want an abortion," as you laugh it away.
You make my head swell,

& I have the urge to take the innocent life today, do you?
You disgust me, making me want to vommit.
Cold-hearted, selfish, self-righteous witch

Steal the life of this baby and party your life away,
disregarding the fact that it didn't have a choice in the matter.
You make my head swell
you cold-hearted, selfish, self-righteous witch.

-Caroline Youngless


Details | Rhyme | |

I Didn't Come To Church For Coffee

I Didn’t Come to Church For Coffee… I didn’t come to church for coffee… I came for prayer. In all of this entertainment. Is God still there? I didn’t come for a latte stand. Or for a couch to sit in. I came to meet a God who can take away my sin! I came to spend time with God. I don’t mean to be rude. But in all this kind of “excitement.” I’m not in the mood . I have a need. I need someone to simply listen. Everyone’s “too busy” in doing what they feel is “God’s mission.” Nothing here in this building really get’s me “excited.” If I wanted to... A “trip to Las Vegas,” could be provided. I came to meet Jesus. His presence is powerful and relevant. I need his touch right now. This is so evident! Jesus said his house; “is a house of prayer.” “Not a den of thieves.” From what I see here… Is this what everyone believes? I will seek his direction. Wherever he may lead me! Even if this church doesn’t receive me! I come to YOU God. You are filled with holiness and great power! Behold the Lord God… Could come THIS VERY HOUR! By Jim Pemberton 11/08/11


Details | Free verse | |

Duck Side Story

You have your North side ducks, 
And you have your south side ducks.
Neither the twain shall meet.
For each one had his nose in the air. 
They simply would not do the greet.

So as it happens they would dance with flair in the middle of the pond.
Always trying to out do the other side…Yes, let’s call it ‘Stomp The Pond’
Wings in motion lifting them up, to stomp the waters with their feet
Acrobatics and splashing around… Man it looked so neat.

So Stella, one of the South Side Ducks fell in love with her North side Pete.
But she couldn’t cross the middle of the pond, with so much action in the way.
Fussing, blustering, and carryings on were the name of the day.

But you know, there’s always one strange duck, and that’s the one who built a bridge.
Now all the others could come across or watch the stomp from the middle of the id.
My moral, I say to you young ones… is as appealing as stomping can be…
The world works better when brought together… 
By the builders of a bridge.


Details | Monorhyme | |

BEWARE

*****BEWARE ~ reads the file***** Love struck mothers in denial while the Pedophile robs the innocent child Lay


Details | Limerick | |

Pink Joy in Dedication to Ezzelle

Many congrats to Royal Trevino
And to Ezzelle, her new born bambino
She'll be so bonnie in pink
One day she'll make the boys wink
I toast with a Chardonnay vino






Details | Free verse | |

My Sister, My Best Friend

You were supposed to be my first best friend
We were to look out for one another
I tried to always be there when things got rough
And though we grew up in the same home
You took a path separate from mine
We spoke less and less over the years
I tried to extend a hand and do what was right
But I lost you my sister and my first best friend


Details | Didactic | |

Let Not Time Dim The Silver

A red rose
on the page 
of my age

imitating the dance  
of morning wind, as it ripples 
my spirits in waiting

Smell the breath 
of youth and pass it unto her 
the light of time 

for when yours dim 
you shall enjoy hers, glowing
on a sun-kissed stone

Carve love that you’ve never tried 
freeing it, from the pocket of your thoughts
on this red rose, longing for a grasp

‘Tis alone wish
of a lonely heart
and if the wind can hear it...

why can’t you?


Details | Crystalline | |

A Wedding Vow, Too

To be but also being too
To being two or to be one, too.


Details | I do not know? | |

This is the TRUE Story of Six Sisters Part 3 The Guestbook

The Guestbook
I signed the guestbook, hoping that _____, Jenny’s mom would get my message and get in 
contact with me. In the mean time, every person who signed it, I got updates about.
Then, one Saturday, I got this e-mail saying someone had signed the guest book, so right 
away, I read it. It was someone named ________, from Ohio…and that she was Jenny’s 
biological sister, and she left a phone number. Now…I know this name…because my birth 
father’s mother had told me that name when I met her in January. So, I nervously picked up 
the telephone and dialed the number. Thank goodness the machine picked up, LOL…I said 
hello, my name is Melissa Powell, I am in Indiana. Jenny was my biological sister, by the 
same birth father, and I think that you and I may be sisters too. Give me a call when you 
can. Two hours later…the phone rang…it was ______…confirming we were indeed sisters! 
Then she dropped a bomb on me…I had another sister _____! Wow…I lost one sister 2 
weeks ago…and today, I find out I have two more sisters! What a blessing! So in the mean 
time, ____, _____ and I are getting to know each other, and our families. So we get to 
talking about possibly looking for other siblings because out birth grandmother has told us 
there are indeed more of us out there. So we look on Facebook with the names. ________ I 
wrote to about 20 _______ Even though when I saw her picture when I wrote her…I knew 
she was my sister…we could be identical twins! So a few weeks go by…then on April 3, I get 
home from Good Friday Church services and there is a e-mail from ______…Call me, I found 
_______… Not only did we find _______…we found _____!

So with the tragic death of our beautiful sister Jenny…it brought all of all us together!
Now we have the rest of our lives to be sisters and get to know one another. God works in 
mysterious ways, and we all believe that he brought us together using Jenny as our northern 
star. And there are even more of us out there! Current count…Six girls and we are told we 
may even have some brothers somewhere!




Details | Free verse | |

I remember when it rained

I remember when it rained
During my childhood days
That the rain would
While we were sleeping
rain through the porous roofs
Of our twin mud huts

I remember when it rained 
When I was still a young boy 
That the water would 
While my grandmother
Was trying to prepare supper
flood the fire place
and put the fire off
And we would go to sleep hungry

I remember when it rained
Back in the days 
That all our food, 
All our clothes
Would be subjected 
To coffee colored stains
Of water dripping through
The porous roofs
Of our twin mud huts

I remember when it rained
During my childhood days
That we could not sleep
We could not have food
to fill our hunger
We could not have
Dry clothes to put on 
And I did not like the rain 


Details | Free verse | |

My Frozen Reflection, My Changed World

My tusks are sharp, like a warrior's spear.
I see clearly and only feel one thing, fear.
Frozen deep in this field of flattened glass,
I had to watch my unfulfilled dreams pass.
I have always known the snow covered land
that now morphs and changes behind my own,
Innocent eyes. But a weight of a stone, 
that can crush an entire army; then I remain alone.
I feel cold, my spirit sold,
lurking beyond me, rotten and old.
Out of reach, with so much to teach,
jerking to become free, begging for speech,
my young ones, my family shadows,
trapped behind a glacier of gallows,
The temporary apocalypse of merciless ice.
I wish I had warned them.

-Caroline Youngless


Details | Crystalline | |

Where Once There Was...

Where once there was a small boy and girl,
Two fine companions there unfurled

No longer simply sweet, they grew
Into adults both strong and true.

This occured, I'm unsure how;
They left me, well contented now

To make their way upon this Earth,
Well assured of their intrinsic worth.

This is the way of all offspring,
To fly, and let us sigh and sing.


Details | Rhyme | |

I Was Homeless... Now I Have A Home

Never had a voice.
Never had a choice.
Never had a room.
My life was doomed.
Wanted to get away.
No one to turn to.
Not allowed to mix,
With crowds.
Always heard cursing,
Out loud.
Asked God why I,
Had no where to go.

No place where I fit in.
No place where I was me.
No place that I could see,
Hear, feel, touch, 
Or taste peace.

No where I had love.
Not realizing that that,
Place was temporary,
That I had to be there,
Just for a while.
So that one day I'll,
See a smile,
And hear well done,
My faithful servant.

You have fought the,
Good fight, kept the,
Faith, ran the race.
I was there with you,
In that place. Now I have,
A new home for you.
For you to lift your voice,
Because you made the ,
Right choice. You have,
Many rooms. You come my way,
And turned to me.
Come home with me,
To live in peace and victory.




Details | Rhyme | |

When We Were Young

Little hands and twirling hair.
Many years since we were there.
Wide-eyed innocents us four.
Standing right before life’s door.

We made a pact that we would be.
Together for eternity.
But different roads our paths did take.
Promises we did forsake.

Now our lives are almost done.
A million miles since we were young.
But every time that we all meet.
The memories flow back so sweet.


Details | Burlesque | |

Suburban Spring

Suburban Spring	
(4.15.10)


	Springtime fills the air, 
			like laughing gas.
		(Or maybe more like whiskey.)
The suburbs are drunk on the nectar of it's dawn.
	Middle-class houses 
			are starting to dance.
		(Or maybe they're just wobbling.)
They vomit whole families onto their lawn.

			I watch them the same way dogs watch TV:
				Confused and intrigued, 
		with a slight urge to pee.

	The father cuts grass, 
			like a sleepwalker.
		(Or maybe more like a zombie -
Ravenous for cheap beer, instead of brains.)
	A six pack later, 
			he starts washing his car.
		(Or watering his driveway.)
He's spreading on wax so he's set when it rains.

	The mother kneels in dirt, 
			tending the garden.
		(More like digging in a sandbox.)
Her spade is rusty.  (Figuratively, at least.)
	A sunset later, 
			she cooks family dinner.
		(Or maybe orders some pizza.)
(If every mouth is fed, she can call it a feast.)

			I watch them the same way dogs watch TV.

	The son plays war games, 
			dying for fun.
		(Or maybe more for practice.)
He whines about fruit drinks, as well as the heat.
	A full pitcher later, 
			tweaking on sugar,
		(Or maybe just corn starch.)
the war escalates, 'til its time to go eat.

	The daughter makes a picnic, 
			inviting her toys.
		(Or maybe not.)
(Her plastic spread can only spread so thin!)
	After the tea time, 
			she's off picking flowers.
		(Or maybe weeds.)
(As long as they're pretty, there's a vase that they'll fit in.)

		They gather, as a family, at the table to say grace.
		They hold each others' hands and say, "Amen."  
			(And proceed to stuff their face.)

	The dog sits by the boy - 
			Loyal and true.
		(Or maybe just hungry.)
He drools as he stares from the corners of his eyes.
	After dinner, 
                     he offers to help with the dishes.
		(Or maybe he demands it.)
The boy sneaks him a bite.  The dog is not surprised.

	Bedtime comes soon after.  
			The kids are sent to brush their teeth.
		(Or maybe just to run the sink.)
They put on their jammies, and to bed, they go.
	After tucking them in, 
			the parents watch TV.
		(Or maybe they just dream they do, 
					sleeping in its glow.)

	The dog is changing channels, 
			looking for a better show.
				Confused and intrigued, 
		he pees on the carpet below.


Details | Light Poetry | |

JACOB MARIE (TON PA)

By looking at your picture
Is like you are still alive
Your face is still fresh in my mind
Always proud to tell your suffering
And your moments of joy
Beside your bad side...
...you have consol alot

You've known pain
And you have past through alot
Of difficulties
Beside all your default...
...this is not important
Because you were the the hero...
...the icon
That unique singer that keeps us
All on our feet

Your 'bonm' and your 'zez'
Was your two best friend
When you were on stage...
...no one gets in your way
Your mission wasn't accomplish yet
But our God needed you

The road that you have started
I am following
But it doesn't stop there...
...I will pass it with my children tomorrrow
That it won't lose its value
And in a way that you will
Always be present...
...and forever live among us


Dedicated to my great-grand-father that was an important person in the culture and part the 
heritage of Seychelles, who died when i was very little.


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The Glass Goddess

All around me
Great cities made of sand.
Green sky scrapers poke through the ground 
To thrive in life’s strict conditions
And melt away with the tide…

Great houses made of cards
Form lines, and tightrope walk existence,
Knowing that any moment, the wrong brick may fall
And buckle our world to its knees
As Mother Earth shouts Jenga! from the sidelines.

So while were here
We dance with the Glass Goddess 
Poised miles above reality,
Leaping over the heavens on our domino stilts-

We floor it in the sky
Living death in the fast lane, 
Seizing the day
Because any moment 
We could disappear 
Into



Jacob Reinhardt	
10/15/2013



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Destiny

An incomplete love letter
I apologized for the pain i had caused
Before i switched pens to express the love i still had
The regrets i still harbor
So everybody get on board
Men and women tickets, please!
Tonight we escape the land
But the hearts beat on, as the waves free our souls
Destined to catch the sunset in Madrid
To the lives we've chose
No more regrets
Just rocky sailing to destiny
Oh God, get me home safely


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Durgs And Sex Or Jesus Christ

Drugs And Sex?  Or Jesus Christ?

Why do many talk about drugs and sex?  But not Jesus Christ?
It’s almost like many live in bondage, at a cheap price!

Is there anyone who’ll choose to live
 for the King of Kings?
And experience what everlasting life can really bring?

Tell me…  Is a life of drugs and sex 
the “ultimate goal?”
To love a life of addictions 
and heartaches to the soul?

When it comes to the power of Jesus Christ… 
 He stands alone!
Only he has the power to heal your life and home!

Only he can restore the emptiness, 
that drugs and sex leave behind!
And only he can bring a complete healing
 to the troubled mind!

He can restore anything in a life, 
that drugs and sex have taken!
With him as Lord….  There’s no one who’s ever forsaken!

Won’t you take the time, to open up your heart and receive him?
He offers a life filled with hope and joy!
Won’t you believe him?

Behold!  The glory of Jesus Christ! 
 A wondrous savior to behold!
He brings life eternal!  More precious than silver or gold!

Hallelujah!  The majesty of Jesus! He can set you free!
He offers true peace and joy!  
And a life for all eternity!

By Jim Pemberton    02/09/13


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Hope

The phone rings innocently.
Who is at the other side?
Could be no one then yet a peculiar feeling tells
me it is the bearer of bad news.
Still I answer hoping I am wrong.
My mother is ill, trapped between two worlds; 
the worlds of fear and courage.
My ears hear every word but my mind has created a 
sudden barrier that nothing seems to
penetrate like some sort of
steel web of unwanted denial.
Fear floods my body like a torrent
river flow, eroding strength
and stability.
How much longer can I bare it?
Never it seems but hope still glimmers 
regardless of how dim.
Miles are between us, 
I feel numb and unexpectedly lost.
Where am I?
It’s certainly not here in the presence 
of fallen angels.
The bell of hope strikes a sharp note creating a 
gentle chime awaking my
senses to the news,
they are sharpened making
the fear of loss suddenly
commanding, corrupting my
inner strength making it weak.
I continue to listen all the 
while my body is screaming
in protest.
The voice stopped, I hung up,
the pain and fear never lessened.
Time went by all the while my
mind was constantly in a state
of anguish and grief.
Endless stories were created,
each one worse than the last.
My family begun to shatter like
a broken mirror, reflecting only
the scars of misery and needless
hurt.
Hope still glimmered but appeared
distant and out of reach.
My mind grew tender, endless misery
has eaten away at my last thoughts
of happiness.
The sting of fear created heartache
for the bond between mother and child
was nearly severed,
severed by the hands of
an unwanted deity.
A deity of life itself.



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Dreams of her children

The greatest blessings of her life Her children ~ their life She ~ a young mother Blessed with two A miracle ~ twin boys This is true! Unafraid! Though Both body and mind were bruised Eyes big and BLACK Her love and womb grew At first KICK She stumbled ~ her body recovered At first KICK She knew ~ God’s blessing she discovered A miracle the abuse Did not end A miracle her dreams Are in God’s hands… Lay
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KARINA

   The mountain air was full of mist. The sun was slow to rise, being held down by heavy clouds. Windows were slowly opened to visions of panoramic landscapes. Birds circled in flight, singing to the waves of the rocky shore below. 
   Karina began her morning chores. She lit the large iron stove, got out spices to season foods, prepared meats for meals. Karina started making the dough for breads on the special dough block.
   Karina was tired from last evening... a family dance where 50 people attended. There was a lot of preparation; a lot of cleaning up afterwards. Karina was pacing herself to do the best she could.
   Karina had been with the Bellvadires for many years. She was treated like family. Karina knew family secrets between the bloodline. She had more control of the Bellvadire Family than any expected. 
   Senior Bellvadire met Karina when she was homeless and at odds with life. He took her in, gave her a job, and a place to live for the rest of her life. Members of the family feared Karina. Psychic abilities, patience, and long-suffering were characteristics of Karina. She studied a wide variety of various religions. 
   Karina had a strong will. She always attempted to make decisions to help the Bellvadires out of life's problems. Karina had hardly any money, but she had wisdom beyond compare.


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And you call yourself a mother

Each and every day that goes by I can help but wonder why for  all times you have made me cry But I still hold my head up high because I have always been better off without you in my life unable to understand why you love bitterness and strife as you plot and plan to destroy  everyone who won’t convert to being your toy, and listen to your bull*****till their annoyed while you go on an talking about work and you think so and so is a jerk, while you expect everyone to agree that you are right, bad mouthing two of your daughters day and night Saying oh I love each of my daughters but we know that isn’t right
You are nothing but a two timing ***** walking around like you have something up your ass thinking that you can make everyone twitch like they afraid not knowing they are going to be laughing when you are in the grave but hey all I got to say is I remember the time that you said” Jane you are not allowed to come to my funeral”. Like that is going to hurt me, ha. You’re only going to be remembered as an evil ***** well it seems like you got what you wish
You call yourself a mother but you should look in the mirror, oh go ahead drink some more, we know why you do because you so damn confused, and you like to use and abuse, Your nothing but a liar who knows nothing about me yet you claim to have given birth to me. Your idea of love is really fu*cked up how can you say you love when you do not know the meaning of the word getting your granddaughter taken away,  and having the nerve to call and say I love you …
Well screw you and your gay ass pets too, who follow you around and are no longer my sisters because I reject them and you the way you have dissed me and pissed on me, getting them to play games like you do. Hey ***** I got news for you- I don’t need you I never did, why do you think I moved out at 16 the way I did? Of course now I am 28 years old  in all my life you are the only  I ever knew who was so selfish an cold and I know now that one of the best choices I ever made,  was changing all my contact info so I never have to hear from you again, Especially after you bad mouthed my husband and yet you have never met him, Sooner or later one day you will wake up and find your all alone, and wonder why no one wants to be your friend, and of course I wish I could let you read this so you can see how I feel but you don’t care never have that’s for real, either way I got this off my chest and even though you’re an evil ***** I wish you the best.


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GO AHEAD, LAUGH

What's in a sound, that has no word
But to our souls and spirits it’s the best thing heard
Laughter is a pleasant sound, 
It spreads joy all around.
Whether you're young or old, laughter can be like magic to our souls
Even with a joke to a boring person laughter can control
A cure for something that seems impossible to endure
Laughter comes spontaneously
And makes you happier instantly
I think worry is an invisible tumor 
But it can be cured by humor 
To giggles, sniggers, chuckles, mutters, murmurs, and mumbles
I laugh so hard my words start to stutter and stumble
Who could not love the sound of laughter to it there is such a happy ring
And the simple gift of laughter it is such a wonderful thing
Laughter is the best medicine
While crying is an unforgivable sin
To laugh is always such great fun 
It relieves the soul, the heart, and the lungs 


“The person who knows how to laugh at himself will never cease to be amused.” 
 Shirley MacLaine
 








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I Went To Church Last Sunday


I Went To Church Last Sunday… I went to church last Sunday, and much to my surprise. I got up real early. It was just before the sunrise. I wanted to be with others in worship to my Lord. But when I arrived, so many there look so “bored.” When they were singing the songs, some didn’t seem to care. As I looked around, hardly anyone noticed I was there. By the time the people were asked to sing another song. Some greeted the worship leader with just another “yawn.” Did anyone really want to worship Jesus the risen king? Is church a place to simply “get bored with everything?” As the preacher arose to preach his “Sunday sermon best.” “Fill between the lines,” he said… This was to be the “test.” Shortly after the outlines were filled, there was a “closing prayer.” I noticed many of the people were “happy to get out of there!” I thought to myself as I left and walked out the door… “Is this what the true body of Christ meant for?” “Where is the sin-cleansing power of God I’ve heard about?” “Has the power of God in many churches been ‘kicked out?’” I pray that the presence of God will get a hold of our heart. May our worship for Jesus be evident… Right from the start! May our relationship with Christ be very important to us. May we give him our life! Our heart! And our trust! May our love for him not be a “boring Sunday experience.” May we serve HIM daily… Expecting a divine appearance! The Jesus I know is bigger than any denomination might be! And only his blood has the power to set men free! Serving and loving Jesus is an opportunity with living! A life in totally surrender to Christ is what we much be giving! By Jim Pemberton


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Grandmother

"A child, more than all other gifts
That earth can offer to declining man,
Brings hope with it, and forward-looking thoughts."

			W. Wordsworth
								

I am your grandmother.
I spent 24 years making
parenting mistakes, so I think
I'm pretty well trained now,
pretty worn down, open-minded
and accepting.
I think we'll be good friends.

At sixteen, your mother 
said she was having a baby 
and held up to me the blue pastic
device that tested her urine stream
like when she held up the blue ribbon
she won in kindergarten for the best
easter bunny nest made from marshmallows 
and dyed yellow coconut.

Then she threw the blue device out 
into the space between us on the bed, 
like it was the best card in her deck, 
her ace in the hole.
Your father waited in the other room
sitting in the thick silence,
afraid to breathe and miss
my response.

You and your mother did all the work,
but I was there at your birth, 
Standing alongside, coaching your
mother to good contractions until
I was exhausted from gritting my
teeth and pushing too.

And your dad was there, too,
but closer to the business end 
so he could be the first to know the sex.

 
An unsolicited psychic had told us
you would be a girl, 
and when your dad was told,
he sulked all day 
like it was a conspiracy 
between the women to produce 
only other woman.
He wanted another guy, 
someone to give the men the edge, 
a male child.

When your mother's body could 
keep you from the world no longer,
your head appeared, eyes tightly
shut and a pout on your lips.
Your dad was watching closely,  
the shoulder, the belly and then
his arms flew up in the air 
like he'd made the touchdown
and he cried, "It's a Boy, 
I told you, I told you,"
like he and I had placed a bet.

But then he saw how much
I could love the boy child.

I'm a pretty good grandmother, 
and I think we'll be good friends.


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A Horse Of Course

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


                                              Open carriage rides
                                         Falling flakes in the eyes


                                             City strewn lights
                                  Hoof's echoing through out the night


                                             Fleece blankets
                                              Cider drank it


                                              Horns blare
                                              People's stare

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


                                         Four mile