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Wise Men Still Seek Him Today

W-hen the fullness of time had come, Jesus was born behind an Inn in a cave-like stable.
I-n the Inn there was no room for the Son of God, no room for the Saviour of men.
S-tar was shining so bright above the stable for the shepherds to find their way to Him.
E-ven angels proclaimed His birth to those shepherds "Unto you is born this day."
 
M-anger is where Mary and Joseph first laid him.  It was filled with hay.
E-very animal there must have known that their Creator had come that day. 
N-o one knew the depth of love God had, to give His Son to dwell among men.
 
S-ame star guided three kings from the Orient, who studied the stars and heavens.
T-hese wise men from the East came saying "Where is He that is born King"
I-n their hands they brought him gifts of gold, frankincense and myrr.
L-ike these three wise men, wise men still seek him today! 
L-ove is the reason that God sent His only Begotton Son into the world to save us.
 
S-eeking for you and me, yes God was seeking for us because we had left Him.
E-veryone, yes, all we like sheep have gone astray. Everyone to his own way.
E-ach one has to make his on decision to follow Him or not to follow Him.
K-ing, born to be a King. King of the ages. King of the past. King of the future.

H-eaven, He came from Heaven to earth to show us the right way.
I-niquity, the Lord hath laid on Him the iniquity of us all.
M-elody, He gives us a sweet melody, we sing many songs of praise to Him.
 
T-ree, A Christmas tree, the love that Jesus had for us, to die on a tree.
O-nly one life and how soon it passes. Only in life can we accept His Love.
D-eliverance, He came from Heaven to preach deliverance to the captives.
A-cknowlege Him and accept Him. Behold now is the accepted time.
Y-ou, Yes, this Christmas Love was for You.  Will You accept this love?

For Brian Strands Christmas Love contest.


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......


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A man i'll never be

Growing up 
My father and me
He did the best he could
Because once we were three
 
Events happened
And then we were two
His rise and demise
As his life withdrew
 
Looking back, to the memories we had
They never lasted for years
Some great, some sad
For an ill man he did his best
And in me, I have his zest
 
He never recovered from the loss of his son
To say goodbye to the elder one
He was hospitalised for months and years
On the day he was taken, uncontrollable tears

The years we shared 
Fifteen in all
In every one
He helped me grow tall
To appreciate, what life will give
Remember your past, let your future live

He's all around me every day
For on the wind I hear him say
Enjoy your life, live happily
I hope you get to the land of the free

My reply to you Dad
As you look down on me
The Aura around you
The man I hope to be


" Happy Fathers Day to you Dad, I still miss you, your loving son James "
         To be read listening to Boston's < A Man i'll never be >
              http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QzOKrXj8Hp4


                http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/me.php


Details | Free verse | |

A Lover's entrée to March

How far can you fall and get back up 
How high can you jump
And keep your feet in the sand 

To touch grace and fall from within
Next to you I was out of my skin
I missed you yesterday and you leave tomorrow

A life spent in the shadows of lushly tint 
Smoke your waves 
Exhale the freshness of your menthol scent 
Home is what you call shelters that need no defense 

I’ll send 
You’ll say goodbye
I’ll send again
You won’t reply

If love 
Is the appreciation of another’s existence
Then goodbye
Is the anticipation of seeing you again

You and I, we’ll cruise the shores
Together we’ll settle with the wind 
The joy of a small hut, a lovers den

You’ll send
I’ll wonder why
You’ll send again
I will not reply 

"our songs for sale"


Details | I do not know? | |

His Song and Mine

Sympathy

BY PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR

I know what the caged bird feels, alas!
    When the sun is bright on the upland slopes;   
When the wind stirs soft through the springing grass,   
And the river flows like a stream of glass;
    When the first bird sings and the first bud opes,   
And the faint perfume from its chalice steals—
I know what the caged bird feels!

I know why the caged bird beats his wing
    Till its blood is red on the cruel bars;   
For he must fly back to his perch and cling   
When he fain would be on the bough a-swing;
    And a pain still throbs in the old, old scars   
And they pulse again with a keener sting—
I know why he beats his wing!

I know why the caged bird sings, ah me,
    When his wing is bruised and his bosom sore,—
When he beats his bars and he would be free;
It is not a carol of joy or glee,
    But a prayer that he sends from his heart’s deep core,   
But a plea, that upward to Heaven he flings—
I know why the caged bird sings!


Why Do I Write?

You ask me why I sing?
You ask me why I write?
You ask me why I bleed?
What choice have I besides?

I long to fly, to run away
To some safe haven just to play
To see the light of blessed day
And give my longing heart full sway

I want to grasp the star and moon
And live my life; t'will end too soon
And kiss the clouds up in the sky
But here am I, what choice have I?

Why do I sing?
Why do I cry?
Why write of pain
No lullaby?
What choice have I?

I want with zeal to be adored
And I want Fame there at my door
I want IT ALL and so much more
Tell me, is anything for sure?

Why so I beat my wing?
I was born to soar…

Eileen Manassian Ghali


Details | Classicism | |

Karen O'Leary—My Poetry Soup Pal!

She should have been Hera, goddess queen of heaven, the sister-wife of 
Zeus, king of the gods; she would have caught him one Friday night tipping 
Out while she sleeps to visit one of his plumy wives and over 100 relations. 
She would have said, “Sit down Zeus; let me inform you about the laws of 
Property settlement and child support in heaven with a concrete poem.”

She would have straightened up Aphrodite, goddess of love and lust.
Especially when Aphrodite was caught red-handed making love to
Her son, Ares, the God of war, she probably would have said, “Now look 
Here woman, quit messing with my son and creating all this rumblings in
Heaven with the gods.” I could see some Lanturne poems floating

She would have acted as the sister of Demeter, goddess of fertility,
Agriculture, and harvest, a sister of Zeus. Because she would have 
Blessed women with children who need them, and also farmers
With great harvest and crops to feed their families and sustain the 
People across the land, by waving a haiku poem in her healing hands

She would have screamed as the sister of Hermes, the crooked cattle-rustling
God; son of Zeus and Maia, who stole his brother, Apollo’s cows, then
Lied, and swore before Zeus, their father, “That even if I knew who stole 
Apollo’s cattle, I would not even accept a reward for finding the thief.” 
She would have gave her crooked brother, and son of Zeus, a flying senryu

She would have been with Athena, the virgin goddess of wisdom, reason, and 
Heroic endeavors; the daughter of Zeus, and Titan goddess of wise counsel 
Métis, especially when Athena appeared onto Swift-footed demigod,
Achilles, and told him, “Sheathe your sword and defeat Agamemnon, the 
Greek king with words of wisdom.”  I could see some wise epigram poems 

She was probably counseled by Apollo, her brother, god of music, healing, and 
Poetry; the son of Zeus and the Titan goddess Leto. Because she has cared 
For the sick in hospital emergency rooms, and has also stimulated us for years 
With her poetic muse. She has counseled many along the way and has calmed
Many storms with loving charm. “Hail my sister in Christ—Karen O’Leary!”

Happy birthday angel and wishing you many more for years to come!






Details | Ode | |

Just a Girl

Just a girl in a room, sitting on the floor,
I can see her in this window, but I see no door
Crying her song of anguish, of this unspeakable pain,
Has every intention never to feel it again
I rock, I tremble, my life is at cost
All I know is this shell, for it's myself...my core...my all I have lost

From the start I new this fight could only last so long,
I aimed to defeat it, striving to remain strong
Each day in and day out, facing the demon, fighting the doubt
At a moment with no warning, without any clue
I was losing my strength...my energy...all the will I once knew

For now, my all is lost, my memories are faint,
There is no pretty picture left for me to paint
This girl on the floor, in this empty room
Was this girl condemned for a life of doom

My tears disappeared, like they'd never been there
Dried up with my soul, the time is clear
Wanting to shake her, make her open her eyes
To show some hope, the blue is still in the skies

Then, out of nowhere, I found the door
I wanted to save the girl on the floor
As I neared and inched to her close
She wasn't that girl, what I saw was a ghost

As I turned to walk out, stopped by a noise
I heard the laughter of girls and of boys
With that came a voice of peace and of grace
She told me, she's happy, no-more demon for her to face

I am calmed, I'm reassured, I'm no longer in pain
She was the broken me, but now I am strong again


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!’ 


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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 | 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.


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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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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 | Couplet | |

Marble in Columns on Green

On a slope graced with green
White marble stands in proud salute

For beneath these engraved pillars of memory
Lie the resting places of heroes

A solitary green fir looks down
As if sheltering the lost and the taken

So many names, from all walks of life
A father, brother a girlfriend or wife

On a sunny day, they glow radiant like their lives
On a dull day, they stand out against the greys

For the living, life goes on 
Tomorrow is another day


Details | Rhyme | |

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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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


Details | Free verse | |

My son Eli

You came to me before I was ready
I cried when I heard of your existence
Over night my youth was gone
Worried sick that I wouldn’t be good enough for you
Clueless on what expect for the future
Carrying you under my heart for 9 months long
I knew that I love you
I just never knew how much
Then I saw your face
Those beautiful brown eyes staring straight into mine
My heart melted 
And I asked myself how can a person love someone so much that they just met
But I did
I love you more than life it’s self
In that instant I knew my purpose on this earth was to protect you from all evil
I would give my last breath to you
I would kill for you
I would steal for you
The little keeper of my heart
My ray of sunshine during a thunder storm
So much joy have you given to me
My life is meaningless without you
I taught you how to walk and how to talk 
You taught me that life’s most precious gift is the love of a child
Your smile gets me through tough times
Your laugh is a symphony of music to my ears
I dedicate my entire life to you
I make I lot of promises that I can not keep but the absolute promise to love you till Lord stops my beating heart is one that is forever 
I was young and clueless
Wondering around the word deaf and dumb
Until the almighty sent you to me
I am now wiser and understanding
Selfless, patient and gentle
You, my wonderful son, are the reason for this
You changed me
You saved me
I am forever grateful for you 
My little pitcher
My soldier
My kung fu ninja
My super hero
The joy of my salvation
Life makes so much more sense when I’m looking at you
Where I go, you will go
I will starve so that you can eat
Go without so that you can have
Sleepless nights and empty bank accounts is all worth seeing you happy
Many will disappoint you, leave you, hurt you, and scar you
But remember momma will forever be right here for you
You are the number one most important thing in my life
You will never come second to nothing or no one
No matter how big you grow you will forever remain my little baby boy
My heart and my soul
My beginning and my ending 
My tiny angel without wings 
My meaning, my reasoning, my inspiration and my motivation
My one and my only Elijah William Tippett


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









Details | Narrative | |

Potawatomi's Beginning...

The story I have to tell- was told long ago to me, 
About the creation of the Potawatomi Nation; 
In the beginning the Creator made Anishabe, 
And the Creator told Anishabe to name all of his creations,
 Anishabe set out with a wolf, his companion, 
And he went around naming everything; 
From the mountains and the canyons, 
To the Summer and the Spring; 
He became lonely realizing, he alone had no mate,
 And as he traveled everywhere searching, 
He traveled towards the Great Lakes;
 And there he heard a woman singing, 
Her song was a thing of beauty, 
About the home she was making for them;
 Anishabe crossed the lake to meet her, finally, 
The daughter of the Firekeeper-And quite a gem 
Their’s was the first unity bond, It is where life came from; 
Of each other they were inordinately fond;
 Their union gave life to four sons,
 Each of their sons went a different way, 
The First son traveled North, it’s color is White, henceforth;  
Given the first gift of the Creator-sweet grass-braided in a bouquet, 
He married the daughter of the Spirit of the North; 
The second sun traveled East, into the rising sun, 
He learned that fire is the essence of life; 
He was given the second gift-herbs to speak with the One,
East is the color Yellow, East’s daughter became his wife; 
The third son traveled South, known as “The Way of The Woman”, 
The way of seeds and all that give life, the color of South is Red; 
He was given the gift of cedar-to purify and prepare food for his clan 
And to the daughter of the Spirit of the South he was wed.
 The last son traveled west, towards the mountain highlands, 
He learned that the setting sun represents the circle of life; 
Black is the color of West-Sage was the gift for his hands,
 Married to the Spirit of the West’s daughter, Black stands for strife. 
This is the story of the Creator, That my Grandmother told to me,
 How my culture was started, And what our banner means.

~I've been holding on to this a while-Hope you enjoy the beginning of my culture~

~3rd Place in the "Broad Horizons" Contest by Deborah Guzzi~


Details | I do not know? | |

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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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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" 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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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


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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


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JC

JC
My only hope
Died for telling the truth
True wisdom and love is in you
JC


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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 | 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


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' 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)


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holokauston Page 2 of 2

After the quiet we all have to go
Dragged and carted by the Sonderkommando
To be dumped in pits covered by lime
A race to dispose by it's Human slime

Auschwitz, Buchenwald & Dachau slaughtered
Many a son, many a daughter
Experiments on children women and men
Some aged 90, many under 10

In 45, their end was near, how many alive would reappear
As Russians, British and US troops
Chased the Hun to their German roots
Each camp reached showed it's sordid past
Where millions of me, were massively gassed

In Auschwitz, to this present day
Birds don't fly, no animals play
The reminder is all for there to see
Those terrible days what happened to me

It's 1948, our Nation is born
From histories past, populations torn
To all who survived I wish you well
And our new born world, called Israel 


http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-2.php


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The Dead Vintner's Diary

I wake-up to a sudden wail
probably, someone passed away
 
the whistles of the melancholic tune 
of the passing winds made
 
a woman weep, as the angels trumpet 
in no tune now chanting in unison 

without reason in the midst of 
forgotten tombstones, of marble 

rubble, where in silence lies 
the diary, in which the secret of growing 

vines could be found, the gardening 
ways of the ancient gods, yet 

in flick of time the vineyard will not
be the same, as the rake stand 

rusting as days go by, and his 
epitaph, engraved from own sweat 

and blood has revealed that the sweet 
wine, the true essence of his spirit

the glory that he had kept 
for years, is nothing, but me…


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' El Toro - Rojo '

Como’ Si’ Yama’, Senor’
Como’ Si Yama’, Por Favor’…
… for Below That Embroidered Sombrero’
Shone Eyes Like El Dorado

He Was A Tall and Handsome Hombre’
Like The Range of Sierra Madre’
…Now, He Sat Center The Cantina
Surrounded by Bonita – Senhoritas

He Smiled, “Buenos-Dias Senora’”
Por Favor, Por Que’ El-Hora’ ?...
If So, Have A Seat, Mi- Amiga’
And Mercedes, Bring Over More Cerveza

He Was… Rodrigo Reyes-Pacheco’
Best - of The West, of Vaqueros’
He Came to Compete in The Rodeos
And Win Fame and Fortune in Pesos’

He Came Thru El Paso De’ Tejas
Thru Dusty Rancheros and Mesas
To Ride on El Toro Rojo
Who Has Never Been Ridden Befo’…

La Viva’… Arriva’  … Rodrigo
The Brave and The Bold Caballero’
Champion Bull Rider, from Old Mexico
Vaya’… Con Dios’ !... Rodrigo

Now, El Toro Rojo, Was Dangerous
For Killing Men, El Rojo, Was Infamous
His Horns Had Pierced Many A Corazon
Ripped Flesh, Like It Was Piñata’ Hung

I Informed All of This To Rodrigo
The Hombre, Was Bent on Being Macho’…
… He Would Ride Toro Rojo, Manyana’
Said “Gracias”… But My Cares Were Por Nada’ !

La Viva’… Arriva’… Rodrigo
The Brave and The Bold Caballero’
Champion Bull Rider, from Old Mexico
Vaya’… Con Dios’!... Rodrigo

… Now, He Wasn’t Loco in La Cabeza’
I Just Didn’t Comprehende’ … “Que’ Pasa”
But I Saw Rodrigo Atop… El Rojo 
… ! He Rode Like A Latino – Tornado ! …

He Rode El Rojo, To The End…
Then, Turned ‘Round and Rode Him Again…
Rodrigo had Won… Just Like He Planned…
Because El Toro – Rojo …   …  Was Mexican !

La’ Viva’ … Arriva’ … Rodrigo
The Brave and The Bold Caballero
Champion Bull Rider from Old Mexico
Vaya’ … Con Dios ! … Rodrigo….
Vaya’ … Con Dios !... Rodrigo o o o o o


for Ruben Ortellao... 
I Don't Really Know 
What Your Branch of Humanity is... 
(Spanish, French or Other)
But I thought You Might Like 
This Whimsical Poem...  
Oh... And Thank You For Your 
Most Generous Comments... 
(Cause I Know You Are A Fantastic Poet... 
I've Read Several of Yours 
and I Love Them Too...)

 (P.S.  Excuse the Spelling... 
I'm Spanish Illiterate (Smile)
MoonBee


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Angry me

 I look in your eyes, the colors are changing your not the same person I met in the 
beginning of the season. Why all this jealousy I am only trying to love you and now you 
look at me like an enemy would a foe. Excuse me for thinking this but now your getting an 
attitude. I see the roll of the eyes and the whispers behind my back. It doesn't hurt me 
you know because I could really care less it just angers me that you are still 
pretending. Don't smile if your really mad. Because I am seriously getting annoyed with 
all this deceit. It's obvious that you don't want me around, constantly giving me the 
cold shoulder. Don't you know i'm better off I have people all over the world I don't 
need you. So if this is an attempt to drop me like a egg out of a window please warn me 
before I crack because then it will get brutal. I am mostly a nice quiet girl but that's 
only when i'm relaxed. You don't want to see the demons within me, take advantage for as 
long as you can but you know that as long as your picking i'm steaming. I am boiling 
slowly like water on the stove. Touch me after a while and boy I will get cold. Don't you 
think it's funny, don't you think it's sad. I'm shuffling my feet lonely but true fully I 
am not alone. I just wondering why i'm here... It used to be so much fun. You loved me 
then you loved me way back when. I guess everyone backs out when they find out the real 
me. Anger me go ahead, trouble me, but I've dealt with this before. It's nothing new, 
It's the same old same old and no matter what you do this time I won't fold. So i'm 
angry, just look beneath my brown eyes. Behind that softness lies a hard shell that's 
taken many blows.


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Eyes of Innocence

I look into his soft blue eyes
And see the face of two before him
The sweet innocence and wonder
Of all that the world possesses

For in him lies the possible
Those things that escaped before
As our time is too short
To experience all the beauty before us

His smile and giggle so enchants
Free of the worldly weights to come
Unencumbered by life’s many roads
Choosing all rather than some

Such possibilities await this one
As with the two before him
Which ones will he choose 
What path shall he take

But not today, for time seems endless
For now, to explore all he sees
When joy is the only decision
And beauty in everything abounds


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One Day

I watched as his tiny hands held the crayon,
first time homework, and I wanted to help,
but I knew this was his challenge, not mine.
In time he would figure things out on his own,
and one day, he would be a daddy, with children
of his own.


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Suicide

From a beam he dangled as the rope choked out his breath
So very soon to end his life as he does the dance of death.
     The grandma sees her grandson and has to take him down
     She lays him on the carpet that is colored brown.

High up on a structure eyes are starring down
Will blackout over come him before he hits the ground;
  The morbid and the curious have finally gone away
  There’s only those who clean the mess, it's just another day.

Dinner on the table with plate and fork and knife
The only thing that's swallowed is a pill to end her life.
  Who said that it is painless have they looked around the room
  The pain does carry on and on far beyond the doom.

With a knife the cut was made now blood spills on the floor
Soon the shadows of the dark will come in through the door.
    Who said there are no victims; reactions carry on;
    This tragedy repeats it’s self; through days that take too long 
    .
With rocks put in her pockets in water not so high
She sucks the water to her lungs that's how she chose to die.
    The husband of Virginia Wolf, now he knows too well
    His days are filled with misery and his life's a living hell.

Desperate to escape he points the pistol to his head
The triggers pulled, a roar goes off; and just like that he's dead.
      When she opened up the door she saw the pieces of his brain
      The blood in puddles on the floor; was like water from the drain.

Blood is on her shirt; where she held him for too long
But it's simply far too late the life in him is gone.
    Who says that it is painless have they looked around the room
     I know the pain does carry on and on far beyond the doom.

    .


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Jesus You Know His Heart

Once soft meadows so full of life,
now hold shadows, blocking the light.
Words unheard, and dreams untouched,
once your eyes laughed so much.
Distant sounds, still call your name,
within a body silenced by the game.
Love can't touch, and tears can't clean,
that part we know as self esteem.
Yesterdays of you, bring me joy,
recalling back when you were a boy.
Shiny blonde hair, and smiling blue eyes,
my heart forever hypnotized.
As tomorrow comes, and life goes on,
somewhere happiness must belong.
My prayer for you I humbly ask,
may light surround you within God's grasp.
A blessing for me, when you were born,
but somehow evil has sent this storm.
Jesus You know him, but he has lost his way,
hold him tight, don't let him stray.
Bring him safely to me once more,
as the waves get higher on unknown shores.
Lost is lonely, and screaming for help,
but I can't save him all by myself.
I give him to You, as I sit and cry,
a mother in pain, I cannot lie.
Your mother watched, as you died on a cross,
a mother in pain, for her son she had lost.
You gave her comfort, You called her name,
now I give You mine, my heart feels the same.
Bring him safely back into the flock,
as You guide a lost vessel from hidden rocks.
Let him know joy, let him feel rain,
as Your Love gently brings, my son home again.





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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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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.


Details | I do not know? | |

~Unforgiving Soul~

Life can be beautiful and long. Or life could be short and depressing. Some people 
act happy when they are sad. Their anger will grow and only get mad.  Fear to live 
can be so strong. Some people will cut life short before they're time. They feel 
the only way out is suicide. For death is a gift that God gave us. But love is a 
choice that some don't follow. The hatred rejection breathes can turn you hallow. 
Your eyes tell the truth of an unforgiving soul. The darkness you seek is out of 
control. One day at a time it consumes you. Then at last your finally threw. You 
are bitter and heartless, angered, and cold. Sooner or later your evil will unfold. 
You have gone into hiding and left the light. Any chance you get you try to fight. 
The pain you buried so many years ago. The scars and fears of an unforgiving soul. 
Your day will come and you will forgive. The child you saved was abandoned and 
hide. Your life is peaceful and calm. Your little baby will grow up happy and 
strong. You saved a life and got yours back. You had so much pain and rage filled 
attacks. You can sleep without the dreams of a viscous man. Everything is Better 
now you can finally think. You stop and wonder why he took that last drink? Why he 
abused your young body? Where he was when he hid? Why he did the things he did? 


Details | I do not know? | |

Come on Down

My soul has a hole in it's pocket
And the pennies, they leave a trail
If you say you want my two cents
Then, come on down
And pick up what I've left behind
 
My mind has a curtain with tattered ends
And the wind just blows on through
If you say you need shelter from the sun
Then, come on down
And rest your weary head
 
My heart is beating to creepy tune
And the shivers run up my spine
If you say you need a story 
Then, come on down
I have got one to tell to you
 
My song that I'm singing has no end
And the rhythm is like the sea
If you say you got the blues
Then, come on down
This boat will bring you through 
 
My soul has a hole it's pocket
Bad memories, they leave a trail
If you say you need a fresh start
Then, come on down
I've found the path for you


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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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Watching Over You

for my children

What is life but a rite of passage, an epigrammatic trial, 
A transient state, a walk through the trees, 
A stroll for a crooked mile. 
When it seems at last to be ended, finished, over and done, 
Such finality just an illusion 
For eternity has begun. 

Oh, I know you dwell on the nature of grief, the savagery of pain, 
And that tears may flow without end, 
And sadness will ever remain. 
But just like the source of the oceans, emotions or life-giving air, 
The fact that you cannot see these things 
Does not mean they are not there.

And I will always be here, in your blood and soul and mind, 
I am part and parcel of all that you are, 
Just seek and you will find. 
My love for you, my pride in you, lives forever and a day, 
No death can diminish such potency, 
Nor bury it's meaning away.

Reach out to me and feel for me and always know my name, 
For I will burn with a guiding light, 
An everlasting flame. 
As years will pass I shall remain a part of all you do, 
Wherever you are, wherever you go, 
Always watching over you.


Details | I do not know? | |

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.


Details | I do not know? | |

Pinochle in the Rain

I love the rain,
On some deep unconscious plain.
It seems to seep in and soothe
The pain of an overtired brain.
That never rests,
Because of the stress,
Brought about by bad choices.
And sometimes the voices
That never seem to leave me alone,
Behind the eyes they plot
And manage to accomplish
What they desire to dethrone.
The King of Hearts is now a Jack,
Using Diamonds to fill the void left by his Queen.
Using a Spade shovel, she buries their past,
And some of her skeletons too.
I mean, she wants to start fresh, and squeaky clean.
I love the rain. It brings forth new life, 
An attitude changed; serenity, acceptance, courage to maintain.
To learn, to grow, to believe.
The hope of a new relationship,
And a budding love with my seed.
I need him, he needs me and we need him on high.
I must not waste anymore, the time's getting slim.
I love the rain.
Because it opens my mind,
My thoughts are simple, and the truth I seek, I find.
When there's a storm,
There's calm before and after,
But the journey through
I s, to me, what really matters.
I love the rain.


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Remnants

Watching you struggle,
 With the demons you hold,
Ignoring the life’s lessons,
 And all you’ve been told.
Shuffled and dank,
You appear out of sorts,
 Unsteadily perched,
 Rocking; back and forth.
Eyes of distain glaring about,
Moans of displeasure,
As if there was doubt.
Selfish, and subtle,
Ingesting such filth,
Silent surrender,
Of body; and will.
Fingernails blackened,
Skin ashen grey,
Unable to determine,
Night time or day.
No hope for the future,
No desire to soar,
Depleted ambition,
Nothing is more.
So sad how it started,
All in good fun,
Unshaven and dirty,
Remnants of,
My son.


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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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Trust

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


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A Golf lesson

Over fifty years have passed,
Tho’ it seems like just the other day;
My father gave me golf clubs,
“It’s a game you need to learn to play.”

He said, “It’s very difficult, but so is life.
There’s more to learn than grip and swing and rules,
Like honesty and dealing with adversity;
Then, pointing to his head, “… and how to use ALL your tools.

Play the Course… and Mother Nature…
Focus on just one shot at a time;
Try to learn from each of your mistakes;
Then, do your best to leave them behind.

These clubs will teach you more
Than our ‘man to man’ talks.
This you'll learn for yourself,
So you can “walk the walk.”

“Practice makes better, but not perfect.
And always remember what they say:
‘”Golf is not a game that we can win.
It’s just a game we play.’”

His lessons served me very well,
Took them to heart and played the game.
And life is much like a round of golf.
Despite the bad shots, I’m always glad I came.





 









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I'm Going Home

,

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

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

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I'm Sorry

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


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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.


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The Family That God Gave to Me

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


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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

   










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The Speed of Life

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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Obama Clerihew

Barack Obama (Clerihew)

Chief Barack Obama
Had a white mama.
Now don’t have an attack,
But most think he is black.


For Andrea Dietrich's "Seeking a Fresh Crop of Clerihews" Contest 

Under the category of Poet....he is a poet but noone seems to know it!
My first and only attempt at trying to write a Clerihew


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The Deposition............. (ekphrasis)

A descending virgin makes his final sigh As crystalline flesh bleeds on sinful hands Innocent blood flowing through marble veins Impurities haunt Mary’s character again As Crystalline flesh bleeds on sinful hands The spirit of sacrifice entombed in a metamorphic cocoon Impurities haunt Mary’s character again Michelangelo abandons her righteous heart The spirit of sacrifice entombed in a metamorphic cocoon Everlasting life living in white parian stone Michelangelo abandons her righteous heart And Nicodemus showers her son with calcitic tears Everlasting life living in white parian stone Innocent blood flowing through marble veins And Nicodemus showers her son with calcitic tears A descending virgin makes his final sigh
;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;; Inspired by Raul's contest " the Deposition"


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our grandson

our grandson goes off to college to study... wild life management
Click on "About This Poem"


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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


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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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A Slow Pitch

In the dirt of the diamond, my son’s eyes
Burn below the rim of his red hat
And he pulls his hand back,
looks at the score yet again,
digs his small toe in as his chest rises.

From my place in the stands
Every muscle has become tense 
And my heart is pounding in my chest
As he draws his arm back and then forward
Releasing his breath and the tiny spinning ball, 
A wild pitch bouncing off the wire fence.

And I finally exhale, wonder if he knows 
I am throwing with him and that was my wild pitch 
because I forgot to breath when we released the ball
And I was trying to throw it slow.
And I should just let him throw the ball 
Because I am not a good pitcher
Because how can I possibly throw with him 
When he is a lefty and I am a right.
But all of me grows tense, as he has the ball yet again, 
And then we are winding up again 
Because I cannot let go
Because his dreams are now my dreams 
Because I don’t know how to love him
Any other way. So I will wear his little hat and  
Must remember to exhale when we release the ball.
And I can play with him for a few more years 
So we wind up, and we pitch, and that fast ball down the middle,
It wasn’t even trying to be avoided, 
And so I know he threw that one 
Because he is ready for the fast ball
And I would prefer we pitch it slow,
Just for a little while longer. 
Long enough for him to know I am out there with him.
Long enough for me to learn how to let a fast ball fly.


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Sun of my Son

I see in your precious smile
An endless road, 
Perhaps infinite,
With a wide eyed innocence 
That journey’s beyond 
What sight can see.
Contentment fills your face 
As vivid as a rainbow’s arc 
Through fine mist
Ever hinting of a loftier place--
A sacred place that dwells within.
My gaze falls upon a mature soul
Still nurtured in the bud of youth,
Who retains a wisdom of many lifetimes.
Your gentle guidance inspires your
Parents to reach for the unattainable.
I remain awestruck 
By your radiating aura
As it intermingles with mine, 
Leaving me exalted in knowing 
You are a gift divine.


*Dedicated to my two year old Grandson Brody


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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


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My name is Catastrophe

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


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Beyond Belief

Looking for love landed me in trouble
Life as I knew would soon burst like a bubble.

I was already 5 months along before my mother found out.
"It's too late for an abortion", she said with a shout.

Being just seventeen, I understood she was upset.
I didn't plan on this happening but I had no regret.

I thought she'll change her mind once the baby was born.
I see now I should have took her first reaction as a forewarn.

After a very long, hard labor my precious son entered the world.
The strongest love of all, a blessing...... my mind whirled.

My mother came to see us and uttered words from hell.
The worst being: "Look at the misery you have there now!"....my heart fell.

I was shocked, hurt and angry....my emotions were running wild.
I would protect my son and therefore would not let her touch my child.

I would spend the days and some nights at my boyfriends house, just to stay away.
After weeks of going back and forth my mother-in-law took pity and decided to let me 
stay.

I was gone for three days when my mother called me with another verbal slaughter. 
She stated: "I no longer have a grandson and you are no longer my daughter.

Those words were unexpected, I was so numbed, that all I could whisper was "OK".
A mother is supposed to love unconditionally, how unthinkable that it could turn out 
this way.

For Carol Brown's 'Let Down' contest.


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If Old Men Fought

An old man looking out his door,
gaze fixed on a distant shore,
reminiscing to a time, not of happiness,
or, the prospect of a bright future,
to when he was sick to his very core,
to when as a youth, he went to war

A time before infallibility had meaning,
patriotism and bravado the craze,
the future was still unknown,
vigor for life at its all time high,
a time for romance, partying, buying,
no thought of pain, deformity, dying

Too young to understand or question,
ship to foreign shore, medals abound,
will impress the girls next time in town,
sacrifice not temporary,
forever more,
a legacy etched into a wall, few will remember,
flesh shredded, burned, torn,
families mourn

A time, when he willingly went to war,
will happen no more,
all lost in youth, now unrelenting,
no blind obedience,
minimal risk,
long life, his number one ambition

As he turns back from the door,
he thinks of the youth,
here now, soon no more,
lessons never learned,
the call to war,
to common the roar,
complacency the mood,
another generation removed

The old man agonizes
over what was originally not known,
war is preventable,
life too precious to waste,
the solution simple,
his vision, maybe too late

Send old men to the front to fight,
arthritis, heart disease, poor eyesight,
let the youth enjoy their life,
his near over, its only right

Send old men, to the front, to fight
ask them to give up their life,
patriotism and bravado, still alive,
will and desire would not last the night,
old men do not rush to death in their twilight,
failure inevitable, the old man smiles,
knows he's right

Wars not possible,
if old men, are sent to fight


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'Altering Decisions'

You made a life altering decision
That changed your life.
A choice that left mine empty,
I hated you for 
taking my son away
with one bullet… 

I hated you for pulling the 
trigger that day
I wished you were dead too…  

I wanted you to 
feel my pain, 
to experience my heartache 
I never thought,  
I would ever forgive you
until that day,  
I realized that the anger 
that made you pull the trigger 
are consuming me,  
drowning me… 

The love that I had for my son 
almost completely gone 
wasted energy and time, 
time that would not bring my son back
neither would the denial
that you needed my forgiveness, 
in the end your sin 
would not be a continued cycle…

My life might have changed forever that day
but I also learned the divine gift, 
forgiving someone can bring about... 

Even if it took me years to embrace. 

*loosely based on a true story of a SA mother who forgave her son's killer.. The story was highlighted on Reconciliation Day* 

© All Rights Reserved


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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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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

VISIT US AT; http:paladinnews1.blogspot.com


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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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A Mothers Memorial Day Prayer

Dedicated to all those who lost Sons and Daughters to war
It's Memorial Day today I hear the bands uptown I'm sure there are many flags Hung all around Soon the BBQ will fill the air Friends and family will come Many will laugh and celebrate This day means only fun Oh to me this day means not the same For they came knocking at my door With news that changed our life forever On my knees I dropped to the floor They said my son has died in battle That he was brave to the end He died for God and Country Be proud when sorrow begins A strong and honored man he was He loved this country so He happily gave his life for her If only all would know He saw the value of freedom He stood bravely against the foe I still see his smile and feel his Hugs he'd go back again I know Our boys feel love and strength inside In the uniform that they wear They would proudly do it all again Because for you they care. There are no words that we can say describing these women and men No amount of gratitude is enough To show the love within For they wear their uniform with honor We all need to stop and pray Each time we see them say THANKYOU And may God Bless them along the way The last full measure of Devotion My son gave to each one of us As many many others have before In their strength we must trust We too must be dedicated to this land To keep this country free For freedom isn't free at all For my son this I plea Turn back to God oh mighty Nation may all dedicate their life to you May all who live here love Her And stand for freedom too Don't give in to the Devil Don't turn your back on God One Nation indivisible Oh my son died for the land you trod Be strong in your love for Her Make it a great land again Turn your backs on evil For it's her people that need faith again So today when you're having fun In the joy of all you do Step back a moment and say a prayer For our children who give their life for you Linda Sue Etling Copyright © 2010 by Linda Sue Etling All Rights Reserved


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Mother and son

I cherish you,
If you cherish me.

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

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

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


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The Camarilla

The Camarilla  *part 1

She forgets every meaning of untroubled silence and fantasy
Joyful and full of spirit, indulgent ways to live a life in existence
Her unity, filled with haven never again the craven
Allowing to never again be discredited, nor run from her responsibilities
Walking in a bust that rejected hopeful-less feelings
The love, joy healed every carefree solitary need
Soft reactions, with a gift that holds inner peace
A joy of the stop, universal, opening the silence

Her enemy now wears the white wolf coat~ 
With no interest of ongoing thoughts, ending these uncomfortable ways
Engraved words removed, releasing pristine motions that swim in mystery
Gazing at the world with one complete look, of everything
Regretting old thoughts of waste
Losing and forgetting every notion that now can be dealt and felt'  
Rising to the ability of her sexuality, that rises above and below all levels
Now she whispers, words that untwist her fate, with great debate
Destroying and diverting demonic demons dat are dreaming

A sin to go on when one ignores the light
A lovely look against every break was all it took
Intervening every change that took place
She is and always will be saved,
Enjoying all the pleasure and painless desires for compassion  
Eliminating every form of inner prison, turning it into medicated freedom
Dedicating every matter behind,
Oh! How to spread that life's a dream one should be shared

Sane like the flowers that grow throughout the year
Finally, finding the perfect ruler of peaceful grace
Calmly giving life and advice, praying, praising, and preparing
Forgetting her NEFARIOUS, purpose!

Dedicate~ to: The MALKAVIAN- Part 1* Poem written by; Nate D.


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Lessons Learned

My grandson asked if back when I was young
I had ever done anything naughty or wrong
I said shut the door put on listening ears
And Ill tell you a tale of rank shivering fear
One night at midnight I sneaked from my bed
To a neigr knocker fastened a thread
Old Mrs. Murphy, ninety and living all alone
That she was a witch was really well known
I pulled the string and the knocker did bang
Then over the garden wall lithely I sprang
When the old woman limped to the door
Finding nobody there she ranted and swore
Again and again I pulled that on the thread
As over and over tears of laughter I shed

Then the moon clouded and all turned dark
A cold hand of fear icily fingered my heart
A voice rasped lowly filling me with dread 
‘I’ve got you now and soon you’ll be dead’
I was then dragged to Mrs. Murphy’s door
Feeling more terrified than ever before
The door was opened I was pushed inside
Nowhere I could run nowhere I could hide
There in the kitchen the old woman sat
Black cloak and hair, black teeth and hat
Our neighbour then sat me down on a chair
The witch held me still with malevolent stare
Pointing long sharp nailed finger I felt the spell
As she spoke of hot flames and rotting in hell

I promised to be good and meant it sincerely
I’ve been good ever since, well almost, nearly


(5th in contest,’Childhood memories’ by Crystal Wilkins)


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Mama Didn't Tell Me... (Anaphora)

Mama you did not tell me….
 I would be faced with days like this.
 Raising teen-age sons whose turning into thieves.

Mama you did not tell me….
 As I am fixing up my house, 
 Things would disappear all through-out the night.

Mama you did not tell me….
   There would be knocking at my door.
   Detectives standing tall and looking for my baby boy.

Mama you did not tell me….
   I would be faced with sleepless nights.
   Tossing and turning and wishing things were right.

Mama you did not tell me…..
  One day that you would be gone.
   I would be faced with life situations and feel so all alone.

Mama you did not tell me…..


       

  Facing the anniversery of my parents death. Packing up and
finding so many things missing. All I could hear is...Mama you didn't 
tell me....


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Hostile Times II

Hostile Times II
By Nate Spears
	

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

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

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

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


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The Women



The Women



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



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

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



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

and white was right in South Africa back then,

but, you did not cower, you stood resolute,

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



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

You stood firm, you stood tall.

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



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

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

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

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



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

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

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

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



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

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



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

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



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

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

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


I salute you!



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






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The Look On My Child's Face

The Look On My Child’s Face…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

By Jim Pemberton




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My Future Generation

I can act insane
But DO NOT 
Make me feel worthless

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

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

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

Not stress…
That piles upon us in our 
Everyday lives

Being childlike is

A rare beauty – 

No one prizes it…

No one came across it…

In this lifetime…

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

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

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

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

I’ll still have pieces of a child in me

And pass it on to my future generation…


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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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To The Top

I'm going to make it to the top,
Where all my goals and dreams are bound,
I've got to make it to the top,
I don't have time to fool around,

I've been so down and low before,
In lifes real ups and downs,
Now I know life shares more,
Where all my goals and dreams are bound,

I thought I'd take a chance with you,
And you'd share these dreams with me,
Though, youre goals and dreams seem few,
So, I'm going to leave you be,

You have your own life ahead,
And I feel you don't need me,
What I've seen instead,
Is you're needing to be free,

I may miss your soft warm touch,
And all your gentle grace,
Though more than much,
I'll miss your smiling face,

I'm going to make it to the top,
Where all my goals and dreams are bound,
My hopes and endeavors shall never stop,
Until I'm touching solid ground.


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Witnesses To Sinners



I can't hear the words as they come from my mouth
I can't hear the screams as they work their way out
As I write all is seen is a blur and blank moment and
Once recovered sensed the words were written,not 
Even a look to see what was written only to know it
Was there.Sleepless night,taunt  filled faces horde my
Dreams.Have this made me fall so low no longer am I
Am I able to stand on my own to feet.How many times 
Will you make me cry before claiming only to being a 
Witness in a crime,your crime. Putting on that face
Working the crowds with amazing easily,how I hate you
Yes all the thing I think about revolve around you.
How many times have I witness myself wound my self
With your blade? As though under a spell doing as order
Without a cry to the world what made me so diligent ?
But no longer can you be a witness,No longer can I be 
A witness to these crimes that been committed.Be us both
Sinners be us both lovers be that we both be cursed 
We shall witness our sins become whole and the love in
Which we share spread further and further like the flames 
Of hades. May there be peace for sinners in the next world.
We are both witnesses and at the same time 
We are both sinners one day to become consumed by our
Own darkness how far will we fall until that moment comes?
May we be good may we be bad may we fall may we live may 
May we die or carry on we are the Witnesses We are the Sinners
To this world and the next.


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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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THE DREAM COME TRUE

Through our Creator’s divine patience and design,
We received motivation at the start of our making.
And by this deed in our hearts He did enshrine
A beating desire for the new day’s breaking.

Then descending on the shoulder of the Son He loves,
He depicts Him as the true meaning of all life.
And the Creator returns to glory on high as a dove,
As the meaning showing miracles of the Son become rife.
. 
Soon the Son has to return to the Father of creation,
Leaving with us motivation, meaning and love.
The gift He sends is the force of our imagination,
The Holy Spirit of the Creator who lives forever above.


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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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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


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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!
    


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King Of The Fallen

King Of The Fallen



Look upon the king.See his proud stance,his gentle eyes,and his charming smile.Once the prince looked over by and loved by everyone,no one knowing his true self.
See his proud stance,he stands and look down on people.
His gentle eye show nothing more then lies.
Such a caring smiling he uses to massacre thousands.
Let him rule your mind but keep your heart
Let him judge over you but never about you
Let him rain cruelty over but may you remain pure
Look upon my king see his monarchy shatter before his eye's,as the evil he has done catch up to him.His children taken,his wife's broken,and his castle destroyed.
Look at the prince who was loved,look at the king who was feared,looks at the king who is now fallen into despair.
Look upon the king.See his proud stance,his gentle eye and charming smile.
See his proud stance as he looked on down on the weak.
See his gentle eye's,see the lies that spur in them.
See his charming smile,like a wicked prince ready to tangle you up and put your out of your mind..
He has fallen
He is broken
He was taken
He is now in despair
He has ruled your mind,now his heart is gone.
He has judged you,now is being judged for himself of himself.
He has rain cruelty over you,now he is impure and Ingenta.
Look he's kingdom has fell and now the deed's of his injustice has ensnared him.
Look his leg's broken.
Look his eye's have been gouged.
Look his smile has been cut.
Look at his wives they are broken.
Look at they children are taken without words of appease.
And his home is destroy in flames.
Look upon the the fallen king,no tears shall fall from his eye's only the blood from his mouth,and the words of death.
Fare thee well world,this game of cat and mouse,and of death and life.How I enjoyed it to the fullest,but now my home is in fired my children taken my wives broken and my body destroyed.This must be punishment for being the King of the Fallen.


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A New Grandson

I marvel at this little boy His very presence brings me joy So dainty, fragile, and serene At last, a grandson I have seen I contemplate his tight closed eyes His gentle soft and soughing sighs His cutest little button nose As he slumbers sweetly in repose I feel the down beneath my touch And though there isn’t very much His soft and silky baby hair Is like his mother’s, light and fair I wonder what the future holds In years to come, as life unfolds For this, my daughter’s new born son A brand new life that’s just begun I speculate what he might be And hope that I might live to see When he becomes a full grown man He’ll strive to be the best he can
August 2011


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One For Excuses Song on CD

Darling, I didn't aim to let you down, or to leave you lonely,
I also have a frown, baby you're not the only,
I meant to hurry home, and didn't mean to take so long,
I didn't realize time had flown, please forgive me if I wrong,                           
          

Honey, I'm not one for excuses,
But I'm so sorry with regret,
And my heart sure feels so useless,
For what you're not over yet,

I did say I'd be right back, I even called you on the phone,
And my heart didn't cut me any slack, when I heard the busy tone,
Please accept my apology, honey, I haven't lied,
And if you still won't talk to me...well, at least I know I've tried,

And I'm not one for excuses,
But I'm so sorry with regret,
And my heart sure feels so useless,
For what you're not over yet,

Darling, I didn't aim to let you down, or to leave you lonely,
I also have a frown, baby you're not the only,
I meant to hurry home, and didn't mean to take so long,
I didn't realize time had flown, please forgive me if I'm wrong,

No, I'm not one for excuses,
but I'm so sorry with regret,
And my heart sure feels so useless,
For what you're not over yet,
Yes, my heart sure feels so useless,
For what you're not over yet.


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The Gift of Sound

The Gift of Sound.

In our little house stands an upright piano
Tuned by a blind man blessed by the gift of sound. 

My son sat one day playing a masterpiece 
Wrote long ago by a man who couldn’t hear.

Listening to the music it took my mind away to
Afar magical places no luggage and no cases.
  
My mind kept jumping between different scenes
Fields of colored flowers the loveliest it can be.

Shadows of far mountains colors in different hues
A pied piper sat under a tree playing his favorite tune.

Sheep gathered together chased by a cleverly dog
Taught by nature no cane and no flog.

Oh… the gift of sound.


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The Never Ending Battle

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION

JS Lambert



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Easter

Earths people, it is time to wake up, the ‘Prince’ is alive! 
Ascension available, access through your heart 
Seek and you shall find! 
Time is short, personally unite, connect as one
Eternity given
Rise to the occasion, celebrate the gift of life, bond, with ‘our lord Jesus’ and ‘our Universal Father in heaven, building a bridge, experiencing kinship, between human and spirit

                     ***Happy Easter Everyone***


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A New Beginning

Here’s to new beginnings,
And what this year will bring;
A fun filled year of passion,
And our baby in the spring;

A new life in our arms,
Our prospects look so bright;
Just thinking of our future,
Fills me with delight;

I can not wait to hold him,
And watch the wonder in his eyes;
As each an every second,
Fills him with surprise;

He is the new beginning,
To the life that we’ve begun;
And a happy home in which,
We welcome our new son.


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Family

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

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

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

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

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


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The True Meaning of Easter

The True Meaning of Easter! The true meaning of the Easter story, Is God’s Son came down to Earth from glory. Jesus really does love you and me. He was born to die that you might be free. For 33 years, he lived among sinful men. Then one day was to be an atonement for our sin. He who was born of the virgin Mary’s womb. Was to one day rise again from an empty tomb. So many people today have gotten into a bad habit, of replacing Jesus with the bunny rabbit. So please reach out to others and let them know, Of the lover and redeemer of their soul. The true meaning of Easter must forever be said. Of God’s son who died, but arose from the dead! By Jim Pemberton


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Look Memaw

Look Memaw!

I went outside when my grandson called me.
Down the wheelchair ramp I walked while looking.
I glanced all around, left and right, searching.
Then, I heard it, his wee small voice saying,
“Look, Memaw, I am up here in the tree!”
To my surprise, I had to look way up.
Not ten feet, not twenty feet, thirty feet –
Yes, tiny as he is, he climbed that high.
Afraid to show alarm, that he might fall.
I laughed and said, “What are you, my primate?”
“What’s a primate?” he asked curiously.
“A monkey, a primate is a monkey.”
After I responded, he replied, “No.”
With great pride, adding, “I am a tree frog.”

© February 29, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen



© February 29, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Narratives Free Poetry 
Sponsor	Catie Lindsey


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Indigenous I Am, from the Stolen Generations

This is a journey, a trip call it what you will It follows the footsteps of my ancestors, and allows my thoughts too spill Firstly let me take you back, to tell you so little of my past Indigenous I am, from the "Stolen Generations" I did not last This is why I must make this journey, to allow me to find the real me To retrace the few steps I made, to rediscover what my young eyes seen How ironic that the person I'll ride with, is the son of the then official Whose deliberation to round up us children, the scene, locale It's now the morn of our travel, where I look I find hard to see The peripheral of the distant horizon, is all that really captures me The town where I grew up so young, barely to the age of five Perth, now bustles like a termites nest, zig zagging in busily strive Into the bush we go, to a place where us youngsters so enjoyed Moore River Native Settlement, which soon became children void As I walk my arid lands, patterned in the heat of this day I recall with every step, where us Indigenous children played We could survive on the smallest of fruit, water we could easily find Even the son of the then official, said that we are a superior kind He marvelled when I spotted tracks, traces of where animals crossed Remembering back to when I was five years old, our lands always talked We opened up as we led our horses, introduced all those centuries ago They opened up my lands, rivers we walked, now the white man flows This is a journey I had to make, it's called, it's in my will No more "Stolen Generations" no more will my culture spill


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To My Black Pearl

In a world filled with lost black girls
I found my cultured pearl
highly respectable
and very intellectual

with beauty that extends beyond the skin
to me she is far beyond a 10
in life the best blessing

I have ever encountered 
through the Lord I found her

angel with no wings
that plays my heart strings
and gets me so excited
until finally I had to write it
this is my heart where you are cordially invited

to stake your claim
plant your flag,write your name
for eternity you will course through my veins

your the ying to my yang
the name my heart sang
everything is you are my everything

I love you is a understatement none can take your place
your my oxygen without you I would suffocate

We moved so rapidly
became a family
you bought out the man in me
even had my little man for me

love of my life completely free from drama
worthy of being my wife, I did it right not just a babies mama
so I will honor
you forever shatada

I Can't SEE ME WITHOUT YOU

To my wife Shatada who loved me unconditionally. SEPT 4 2008 MAKES 9 YEARS.


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Confession Chamber

Forgive me Father for I have sinned,
for being born with you to begin,
its been a long time since my last confession,
I don't wont your blessing,
lies and resurrection.
I don't believe in love, I don't believe in faith,
cant stand my own kind,
humble in hate,
I don't believe in truth, I don't wont to be saved,
erase me from your list,
buried, unmarked,
graved.

Abused as a child,
bloodstains of a man,
only shovel awaits,
forgive me if you can.


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What I Look For In A Home


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


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Wisdom of Heights---Climb with Me

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

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

some days...

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

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

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

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

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


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America Is Being DESTROYED From Within

 

As sin and perversion often become integrated… So many lives and families are being “disintegrated.” Many are being driven by sin’s temptation force… It’s no wonder much of this country is way “off course.” The morality and values that once made a great nation. Are evaporating…. Leading to a “spiritual separation.” Love, honor, and respect of God… Is often a “thing of the past.” Anything of God seems to be disappearing FAST! God is our only hope! And him alone! Only he can bring healing to our broken homes! He’s the answer to this wounded nation, that bleeds! It’s only God that can meet all of our needs! He’s our provider… The great: “I am!” Won’t you reach out to him? And give him your hand? Why not give him a chance? And allow him in? A brand new life for you… Is waiting to begin! May we allow God’s holiness and love to reach down into our hearts… Asking; “Lord please forgive our sins!” Is a good place to start! By Jim Pemberton


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Lifting Me Up

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


Details | I do not know? | |

Today is Gone

Today I saw my life pass me by
I saw my first steps
My first kiss, he was much cuter when we where little kids
I saw my first day of Kindergarten, Junior and High school, I cant believe I used to 
wear that
I saw me going on my first date
And then going to prom with him 
Then breaking up because he wanted to just be friends,
And how I cried for days
Graduation soon came and how I missed my friends over the years
Then college where I meet my true love, after many misses 
I Gaduated then was soon married the following December
We had twin girls then fell in love and adopted a little boy and soon came another 
boy
I remember seeing them all take there first steps and seeing my two little girls go 
to kindergarten 
But that’s where my life ends,  
Someone took one to many drinks,
“I was only buzzed though.” I heard him say as they walked him passed me,
while I and my youngest son lay under white sheets
I said good-bye to my girls and husband while they where in the operating room
My son Nathan cried when I told he couldn’t stay in Heaven with James, Jesus 
and I
Three lives lost today two without a memory to remember   


Details | I do not know? | |

A Boy Grows to a Man

As I watched  you step off that bus
 Standing so tall and true.
I wiped a tear from my eye
 It didn't seem like you.
What happened to the little boy
 I sent away that day?
The one so full of boyish charm
 Always ready to play.
I took a minute, and looked real hard
 I gazed into your eyes.
I couldn't put my finger on it
 And then, to my surprise...
I realized the boy had gone
 and a man had taken his place.
This man before my eyes
 had seen another place.
A place not many understand
 not sure he always had.
But still he went willingly
 to protect against the bad.
Of things he's seen, of things he's done
 I'm sure I'll never hear.
But the fact he stands before me
 eases all my fears.
He took his hand, and wiped my face
 then asked, "Hey what's wrong today?"
I placed his face between my hands
 then whispered, "My baby went away."
He smiled, and kissed my cheek
 then wiped another tear.
Then stood real tall, and squared away
 and said "Mommy, I'm right here".

(This poem is dedicated to my son LCpl Richard Caseltine, USMC


Details | Senryu | |

' Golden Harvest ... ' 40th Senryu

    Golden, Full Moon Shone
On All The Harvest, That’s Grown
    Welcome In Our Home


Details | Narrative | |

Soccer Crazy

Soccer was the thing for all young men to play.
And my little love wanted to join desperately in the game.
So he got to be the goalie… to wear that special crown.
He was so excited as he was sent in front of that net.
And we were so very proud of what this honor surely meant.
I told every one he was my son and we couldn’t be prouder of him, than that.
But it didn’t take long for him to feel lost as his friends went running in the game.
So alone, he started kicking at dirt clods and looking for bugs with which to play.
Then he spun in circles and showed off for some girls in every way…
So the girls were sent to help keep his eye on the ball… as best they could.
For he had been paying attention to them, as the first goal went sailing through…
At this point I said oops and boys will be boys… as I smiled, though in doubt…
But it got better as he suddenly started exploring the net, and I heard a shout…
He’d decided to play spider man as he ran and threw himself at the net.
He tried to cling up higher with every jump he brilliantly took.
As I was waving my hands back and forth while trying to tell him to cut it out…
I was getting really frantic, trying to tell him that the ball was coming close…
But he was half way up the net as the next goal came sailing past to score.
Now my head was in my hands for the team kids were looking kinda sore....
For now they had to run their hearts out… to try to win the game and score.
I began to wonder if the team would ever forgive him if they lost?
The coach made two more visits to try to get his attention at any cost…
He really was quite kind as he said in no uncertain terms to leave the net alone…
And so, my son paid attention for another moment or more, you know…
But while everyone was running and scoring at the other end…
I turned to see him hanging upside down, his foot caught in the net, up in the air.
Everyone ran out to save him with me… or was it to save the net?
When we got back to sit down the coach was looking a little strained.
And I was contemplating hiding under the bleachers as the other team scored, again.
At half time, my little goalie seemed happy relegated to the bench with all his friends.
But I was worried he might be… kicked off the team… I was in terror, my friend…
At this point, several turned to assure me every thing would be all right...
After all, last year it had been their kid’s turn for… hanging upside down...


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The Apple PASTURE

DONE



                             The Apple PASTURE

Oh how I long
To drift into the apple pasture.
Were once was and all well meet.
A pure and dear site.
Where silver reflection cover the still waters that holds the golden
grains of martilty and the grazing souls lie young amounce no stars.
Oh how I long
To drift into the apple pasture
Were wins smells of melon and the trees whisper spring corals in the mellow dark and best of light and time creeps into no tomorrow.



                                               Jay


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As A Parent I Want My Kids to Serve God


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


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Past Time

I am ten and crossing home.
Two players missed it, as it rolls on and on.
An error if you're scoring the play,
but I call it a home run on my first day.
I am ten, and I have found my first love
in a tattered ball, and a hand-me-down glove.

I am twenty, and I am throwing hard.
Beading sweat, please stay in the yard!
Each pitch thrown with a hope and a prayer.
Scholarship athletes can't be only fair.
Medical school looms larger than the Show.
A privilege for few, but I don't want to go.

I am thirty and I cannot put it down.
Sundays the old men come around.
Love of the game a common bond.
The bat is no longer a magic wand.
Reminiscing about those bygone days.
I can no longer beat out those close plays.

I am forty, and I watch with delight.
My own boys throwing with all their might.
A lump in my throat, a moist eye.
I contentedly look on and sigh.
I've passed down the love to the next generation,
and I wouldn't trade that for a standing ovation.


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A Mother's Love

Abundant love outpouring like cascading falls A river ever flowing to the earth's widest ocean The most rewarding gift ~ a miracle, God's call An endless adoration, this complete devotion Warm breath of life brought a sweet angel's kiss A river ever flowing to the earth's widest ocean Depths of love, the heart will always replenish Indelible charm in his eyes, special smiles only for me Warm breath of life brought a sweet angel's kiss With a soft lullaby, I rock him on my knee Sunrise brings a new song, my soul dances with him Indelible charm in his eyes, special smiles only for me God has blessed our days, love flooding to time's brim Curiosity, innocence, and dreams ~ a life unfolding Sunrise brings a new song, my soul dances with him The most rewarding gift ~ a miracle, God's call By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, February 2, 2012 for Brian Strand's Whatever Again max 16 Third place finish


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Waiting for the Son

A father’s head,
Which is hooked to sleep in an armchair,
Swings like a pendulum,
Awaiting the shocking knock on his heart.
Wandering in a street
In the hashish lit nights,
Dear son always fades the spectrum of love.
As the venomous leaves
Hide the moon of innocence,
A pair of eyes glares among the lawless twigs.

Thorns on a stepmother’s tongue
Had pricked him constantly.
He washes out the wounds with drops of rum.
A midnight fox howls,
And the father’s disquietude deepens further.
But he never thinks
He is always among the defunct domestic goods
In his son’s shed.
Dear son walks miles through the graveled road,
When the father’s shoes wear out.

Hinges grate as usual,
The son passes by in silence, mindless of the midnight.
Now the father can sprawl on love’s pain in his bedroom.



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Men and the moonlight

The moon shines so beautifully in her misery
Grace the world with thousand ribbons of silver rays.

There was a young man,
A pleasure slumber seeker
Eyes bares love and faith
The hands grip the dreams and expectations
Steppin definitely in spirit
To the unknown life ahead

Forty years have passed
Two young men sit together
One with gray hair and wrinkled face
Other, a fresh and naive young soul
A bond of flesh and blood
Talking about life and living

And the moon..? A loyal companion in solitude
For the happiness of every soul, she craves.


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Granny Tipping

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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The Puzzle

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


Details | I do not know? | |

Pain as a Hobby II

I shouldn’t live in the past but I’m not just expressing myself
I’m over myself
I promise not to stay there too long but the pain makes everything high definition
Never in the back always a leader, I was the first swimmer in the pack that made it to be a 
human
My dad could vouch, “son you’re real nut”
I own your body but not your mind
It’s my turn to own your eardrum for my own pleasure to do as I will
You will finally listen and take notice because the takeover has begun
She tells me “you didn’t have to write it down. . . you could have just told me
Yeah but you had a listening malfunction
It only seemed to work when you were in pain and wanted to be heard.
I told you everything you needed to know but it was not important at the time.
Pain as a hobby, I do this for fun.
Finding common ground with Ciara just to find out is she more interested in girls.
It would have been cool but I wasn’t on that at the time.
Or the dude that follows popular advice and his girl screws his best friend.
Isn’t it ironic!
When mom and dad can’t get along and dad is forced to leave his home
While growing up son and daughter wondering why Dad wasn’t there and therefore
They go out and force others to feel the pain that they bear.
Now, she is running outside making a scene with a knife in her hand threatening to flat my 
tires.
Granddad, Granddad you died too soon.
Granddad, Granddad maybe if you were the way you were back when it would 
Have mattered, my dad would have been different
Even though I don’t believe in excuses
Unless you are excusing yourself from life lessons
It is never too late to turn to Jesus but why wait until death shows its face
Now I may be destined to follow in your footsteps
Mama Mama you’re killing me 
I’m apart of you and you don’t want me.
I hear you talking about that guy you met at club Sobe
And a one night stand and plan B. 
Maybe it is better I’m going to meet Jesus
I’ll see you there
I would have told you I love you if I had the chance.
O, I aint  through with you yet
Pain as a hobby
I’m painting you a vivid map 
Leading all the way until they call
The center for disease and control
What about the baby daddy who thinks it’s cool to 
Come to her job and shoot her dead in front of co-workers once 
She turns her back and then shoots himself and goes straight to hell.
So, at 21 she leaves behind her three children and her life cut off - all 
Because of jealousy.


Details | I do not know? | |

Good Morning Sweet Angel

Good morning, sweet angel.
I hope your dreams were sweet.
We have a busy day today,
Lots of new friends to meet.
Good morning, sweet angel.
Open those pretty eyes.
Your smile is as sweet
As ten million apple pies.
Good morning, sweet angel.
The birds are startting to cheep.
It's time to wake up now,
And stop counting sheep.


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Purpose we are on earth

We are on earth to know To love Eternal God To do good according to His will And to go someday in heaven Human being means to come from Eternal God To go back to Eternal God The Truth is Our origins goes back farther than our parents Our parents are Eternal God’s tool For us to be on earth Sometimes we feel our Creator is near Sometimes we feel nothing at all So that we might find the way home Eternal God sent His Eternal Son Who freed us from sin Save us from the Eternal Father’s world destruction Eternal God, wanted to destroy the world Depressed People He created were sinning Eternal Son stopped Him Eternal Father is Yahweh Means “I AM” Eternal Son is Jesus Christ He is the Highest Priest of the Catholic or Roman Catholic Church We call Catholic priest, father Represent Father Christ He is the Highest Priest The Eternal Father is in Him Jesus Christ is Father Christ He is the way The Truth The Life 4092013


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UNTITLED

Daddy's underemployed cain't pay all the BILLS
When it gets so hard U see y people STEAL
Trust Me Bruh, I know how ya FEEL
Exhausted from runnin, trouble nippin at ya HEELZ

Brotha slow down, ain't u had ENUFF?
Put that bundle down, this ain't no BLUFF
Now u messed around & got ya new shoes SCUFFED
When they grabbed U & slammed U, into HANDCUFFS

Man itz tuff, yea I'll give u THAT
Sometimes muffed up as a matter of FACT
But U can't let the BS hold u BACK
Cuz sometimes it be just like THAT

Nobody said it would be easy, it wasn't BEFORE
My ancestors’ blood left open a DOOR
But that don't mean we won't struggle TOO
Who was that who said life's hard? Itz TRUE

So gather yo witts, strength & good WILL
We at war with them & ourselves fa REAL
Neva nonchalant cuz itz a big DEAL
Trust me Bruh, I know how U FEEL.

Keep ya head Up



Written & copyrighted by Tone Jaxson


Details | I do not know? | |

For Men Everywhere One Billion Rising

1 Billion Rising.

For Men Everywhere.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

Stop!

Stop the abuse!

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

all women.

Listen!

Listen to the voices!

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

all women.

Think!

Think of how you treat,

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

all women.

Act!

Act now to change yourself!

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

stops when you stop,

the violence,
the abuse,
the rape.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

is perpetrated by,

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

men,

all men.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

stops when us men stop,

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

today, now.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!


Details | Rhyme | |

Parents Need To Be In Church With Their Children


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


Details | Epic | |

All men are Broken

I am not like your earthly father, why do you treat Me like him?
I am an all consuming love 
I am not double-minded; I can’t lie or hurt you with sin,
I created you to be more than what you currently are,
For the father fracture has caused so many of My children to be scared,

All men are broken,
All men were broken,
By their fathers who passed it down to you,
My sons and daughters there is nothing to impossible for me too do,

I am much bigger than anything you face and fear,
I am the Father who has seen every tear,
I am the Father who knows your deepest pain,
I am the Father who will always remain,

Though many fathers meant well they still could never be,
All that I am able to be unto thee,
You’re not your father, you’re not going to be the same,
You were never meant to live with the anxieties of a childhood filled with pain,
So let Me love you, let me in, I am not counting all your sins,
Let Me show you what you have never seen,
For perfect love heals and restores all lost dreams,

I am not your father, please blame me no more,
If you could only see what I have planned for your future; the greatness I have in store,
You would understand, you would forget the past, 
You would forgive your fathers, who didn’t know better and couldn’t fulfill their tasks,

A generation has been created,
That has been jaded and recklessly complicated,
I understand, but take my hand; I am not like a carnal man,
I will show you unconditional love that will never fail,
When things get tough I am the Father who will never bail,

I am not like your father, I have been falsely accused,
I am the father who will never leave your side, disappoint you, or abuse
I have watched you all your life suffer in silence, while hiding behind everything and anything to numb yourself well,
I was there every time you slipped up and every time you fell,

But listen my beloved, I call out to you each day,
Just stay quiet for a moment and you will hear what I want to say…

I am here; you are ever before me, for I carved your name in my hand,
I know how to reach you, for I loved you before you ever reached this land,

A broken child becomes a broken man,
Until he knows his heavenly Father is his biggest fan.
Give Me a chance to show you and you will finally understand
That it is My love that will guide you, just take hold of my hand.

By: Sabina Nicole


Details | Rhyme | |

The Thread That Binds

A little boy and an ant became great friends one day. 
But how to live drew them apart, and this is how they ran astray:

In the Ant’s heart was strict authority and constant work each day.
Why wasn’t the boy following someone, collecting for the food array?
The ant would always build everything in exactly the same proven way.
The anthill was underground and protected them perfectly every day.
Not adding to the hive was a crime, no one would ever think to display.
He knew every thing would be perfect, if everyone did their job and obeyed.

But the boy wanted to build bridges and trestles, just like his Dad, each day.
All of them out in the open, none of them under ground or hidden away.
And inventiveness came with the notice, of new and exciting things in daily play.
His life was really cool, not boring, as standing in a line would convey.
He’d invent, and ponder, and build in exciting, new ways, to fit each new byway.
Quick minded, and resilient he’d build, many fascinating and unique causeways.

The boy and the ant eventually went away, not happy with how the other lived.
They thought the other shortsighted and scorned, at what the other could give.
But they went away without realizing, how very similar were their lives.
For each would spend their time endeavoring to help others with their drive.
But understanding is a harder concept than building a bridge or storing food.
It takes a true gift to see the world as others do…

The moral to this story is really quite easy for all to see…
You can’t expect others to live their lives the way you want them to be.
Here, each was adding to their different world, only they could see.
While one was building for a smaller, singular hive…
The other was building for the hive of mankind.


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Invisible

They
Are
Among us.
Not alien
But more
Like us than
You will ever know.
They are
Neighbors
Dying
Of
Disease
And 
Hate
And
Grief.
They live
Next door
Behind walls
Built
Not of stone
But of fear.
Hungry
Penniless
Alone.
They are
Stereotypes
Birthing
Children.
Ad dictions
Carving
Flesh from
Bones.
They are
Sold
Into
Slavery
Beaten
By
Other
People's
Philosophies.
They are
Invisible.
But not
To
Me.


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I Know of An Old Fashioned Family


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

By Jim Pemberton   05/29/13


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Dwayne Anthony Woods 1973-1996

so much pain
Lord why did you have to take Dwayne

I dont mean to question your judgement
but I just miss my cousin

in hindsight I can see that we was living wrong
but I dont think the cure was two bullets in his lungs

at the funeral while they quote proverbs and Psalms
I'm holding on his moms arm trying to keep her calm

she crying my sons another homocide victim
if that bullet would have knicked him it would have gotten our attention


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Through A Prison Glass

You came unexpectedly, and i was surprised,
you smiled and placed your hand on the glass and cried.
I leaned my head against the glass and told you i am sorry,
i whisper through the phone line, ill start a new story.

You knew i was innocent but you still didn't believe me,
the only person i thought that would stay by my side but you couldn't be. 
Mom standing by your side and not wanting to talk,
i got really upset that you came at all cause i didn't want to see you walk. 

I needed you, when i was in need,
i was there for you when ever you didn't want to bleed.
I loved you and i cherished you with all my heart,
but before you left your words hit me like a really sharp dart.

You said i failed you,
you cried to me and i knew it was true.
But i needed you to understand me,
but you went your way and upset me.

The glass is now empty and i cant find you even with the fact that I'm out,
i tell you i love you but all you do is shout. 
I've lost you for good this time, 
so i think i have to do one more crime. 


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Choices To Face

I have some choices to face,
But these are not my decisions to make.
God told me what He wants me to do;
He said, "Listen, Son, I have a plan for you."


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Enjoy This Place

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


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Sabbath Morning Rap sequence 1

Learn not too late to halt the hate,
Bound to be ground in the dust of disgust
We're pierced and fierce, fulla rings and things
We're blued and tatooed and God is booed.

Crude dudes are misconstrued
with actions vulgar,vile and lewd.
We're found down ground in sound,
totally tatooed in terrible taste,
in a mindless race for the loudest base.

Hate to dis your myth but God exists,
'Tis a truth deduced by the less obtuse,
You understand He did become man
For His love of us all because of the fall.

He suffered and died being crucified,
He pulled His people from the pains of hell
and rose from the dead He's alive and well,
I tell you no lie He's got no rival,
It's right there written in the holy Bible.

He arose to heaven so to send the Spirit
to His brothers and sisters who wished to hear it,
He said I leave you my Love I leave you my all
but you gotta say yes to heed my call.

Don't follow the world that ain't the place,
You want to be with Me when you finish this race,
Orphans you're not  you have been taught,
I will help you find Me if I'm sought.
                  
                       Amen


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I'm Not the Kind of Dad That I Need to Be


I’m Not the Kind of Dad That I Need to Be! I remember reading the Bible to my son. But what a mess, my life has become! My children told me, they were proud of their dad! Now they say they’re embarrassed and sad. I once lived a Godly life! I really did! Just look at me now! And how I live! Things in life I once called wrong and sin. Are now causing me to stumble again. God's word I had loved! Jesus was my treasure! I "traded my soul" for what gives me "pleasure." I’m not the kind of father that I need to be! What kind of example will my family find in me? Will I grow stubborn to God as I age? Replacing his peace, for anger and rage? I need Jesus to bring peace to my troubled soul! I ask YOU Lord to make me clean and whole. Restore unto me the joy of my salvation. By your blood, make me a new creation. Words alone cannot truly express… This family God's given to me. I am so blessed! By Jim Pemberton


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Child of Mine

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

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

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

I love you child of mine


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Jesus Christ' Parable -The Prodigal Son


Forgiveness of Sins / God's Love & Mercy
LK 15:11-32

Then he said, "A man had two sons, and the younger son said to his father, 'Father, give me the share of your estate that should come to me.' 

So the father divided the property between them. After a few days, the younger son collected all his belongings and set off to a distant country where he squandered his inheritance on a life of dissipation. 

When he had freely spent everything, a severe famine struck that country, and he found himself in dire need. 

Coming to his senses he thought, 'How many of my father's hired workers have more than enough food to eat, but here am I, dying from hunger. 

I shall get up and go to my father and I shall say to him, "Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you. 

I no longer deserve to be called your son; treat me as you would treat one of your hired workers."' 

So he got up and went back to his father. 

While he was still a long way off, his father caught sight of him, and was filled with compassion. 

He ran to his son, embraced him and kissed him; His son said to him, 
'Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you; I no longer deserve to be called your son. 

But his father ordered his servants, 'Quickly bring the finest robe and put it on him; put a ring on his finger and sandals on his feet...

Then let us celebrate with a feast, because this son of mine was dead, and has come to life again; he was lost, and has been found.' Then the celebration began. 

Now the older son had been out in the field and, on his way back, as he neared the house, he heard the sound of music and dancing. He became angry, and when he refused to enter the house, his father came out and pleaded with him. 

He said to him, 'My son, you are here with me always; everything I have is yours; but now we must celebrate and rejoice, because your brother was dead and has come to life again; he was lost and has been found.'" (Taken from LK 15:11-14, 17-25, 28, 31-32)


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It Almost Seems LIke Yesterday


It Almost Seems Like Yesterday… It almost seems like yesterday, I was very young. I was playing with my friends and having so much fun! It almost seems like yesterday, we were a loving family! I was excited about life and so very content and happy! It almost seems like yesterday, we were at church on Sunday! How much I dreaded gong to school the next Monday! It almost seems like yesterday, I’d go to work with grandpa! I’d look forward to having some time with grandma! It almost seems like yesterday, I’d read my Bible too! I loved Jesus! And this was what I waned to do! It almost seems like yesterday, an excitement was there! A passion for my family and God, I wanted to share! It almost seems like yesterday, that I met my sweet wife. And the blessing she’s been for a good part of my life! It almost seems like yesterday, when our kids were born. God helped us through the many trials and storms! What happened yesterday brings memories loud and clear. The things I hold on to today shall one day disappear! What happens today… May it bring me to the God I once knew! May I seek his will and direction In everything I do! What happens tomorrow… I don’t know what the future brings! I’m going to put my faith in God. He’ll take care of everything! What will happen today, is that I’ll take some time in prayer! I know that God is faithful! And will meet me there! Yesterday is the past!. Today is a present God has given! And I will follow him, each day I'm livin'! By Jim Pemberton


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Safely Home

.
                                           Morning drive
                                        Dark, scary,arrive
                             Relief, going home early sunrise
                    Red on the horizon looking to eastern skies
                  Now no clouds or impurities that could disguise
                           As I bid grandson loving shaloam
                                  On the road again roam
                                           Safely Home




(Trois Par Huit is not on the list..
Entered as Rhyme>>)
(My grandson who lives with
me has gone to work..I am
having to transport him..It
is dark when I leave home
every morning..)


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Islam2

ISLAM

1. Do Muslims believe he was a Messenger of One God? YES

Belief in all of the Prophets and Messengers of God is a fundamental article of faith in Islam. Thus, believing in Prophets Adam, Jesus, Moses, and Muhammad (peace and blessings be upon them) is a requirement for anyone who calls him or herself a Muslim. A person claiming to be a Muslim who, for instance, denies the Messengership of Jesus, is not considered a Muslim.

The Quran says in reference to the status of Jesus as a Messenger:

"The Messiah (Jesus), son of Mary, was no more than a Messenger before whom many Messengers have passed away; and his mother adhered wholly to truthfulness, and they both ate food (as other mortals do). See how We make Our signs clear to them; and see where they are turning away!" (Quran 5:75).

2. Do Muslims believe he was born of a Virgin Mother? YES

Like Christians, Muslims believe Mary, Maria in Spanish, or Maryam as she is called in Arabic, was a chaste, virgin woman, who miraculously gave birth to Jesus.

"Relate in the Book the story of Mary, when she withdrew from her family, to a place in the East. She screened herself from them; then We sent to her Our spirit (angel Gabriel) and he appeared before her as a man in all respects. She said: I seek refuge from you in God Most Gracious (come not near) if you do fear God. He said: Nay, I am only a Messenger from your Lord, to announce to you the gift of a pure son. She said: How shall I have a son, when no man has ever touched me, and I am not unchaste? He said: So it will be, your Lord says: ‘That is easy for Me; and We wish to appoint him as a sign unto men and a Mercy from Us': It was a matter so decreed" (Quran 19:16-21).

3. Do Muslims believe Jesus had a miraculous birth? YES

The Quran says:

"She (Mary) said: ‘O my Lord! How shall I have a son when no man has touched me.' He (God) said: ‘So (it will be) for God creates what He wills. When He has decreed something, He says to it only: ‘Be!'- and it is" (3:47).

It should also be noted about his birth that:

"Verily, the likeness of Jesus in God's Sight is the likeness of Adam. He (God) created him from dust, then (He) said to him: ‘Be!'-and he was" (Quran 3:59).

4. Do Muslims believe Jesus spoke in the cradle? YES

"Then she (Mary) pointed to him. They said: ‘How can we talk to one who is a child in the cradle?' He (Jesus) said: ‘Verily! I am a slave of God, He has given me the Scripture and made me a Prophet; " (19:29-30).


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My Inspiration She is Born

My inspiration She is born, 
And with a brush of my thumb,
I can feel all her bones, 
I hesitate to hold her at first,
So small--but fills me with enough to burst,
Makes me swear to never curse,
Or let her ever hurt
Or allow her to wear any type, shape, or form of short skirt,
I'd rather choke 
Than let my smoke irritate her little throat,
With the first bat of her lashes 
She took over my world--like no girl before ever could,
Stole more parts of my soul--then any devil ever took
With her smile I'm sold
The fire in my selfish desire put out cold
As far as I'm concerned she's my North and South Pole,
The world revolves around her
I feel a little sorry for her though,
The bloke she's gonna have to call daddy is a joke,
Luckily she didn't get his nose,
Or much of his other physical features,
After all she is a beautiful creature
The thought of all the things I want to teach her,
But I know soon enough she will become the teacher
Promise to be on every bleacher,
Wearing her picture on my T-shirt,
Did I mention no short skirts?
I hope she has a sense of humor,
Because life is too short to frown,
Or not get up when you’re down,
A couple years down the road she's 12 years old,
Such a beautiful little girl,
Wears clothes her own,
Doesn’t care much for her hair,
As it wraps down in curls,
Curls up with her books,
Her words years ahead of her looks,
Just turned 25 and so full of life
Independent and free but still secretly--Dreams of being a mother and wife,
I see her and the love in her eyes,
It’s a shame she won't talk to me about love,
But I hope I've showed her enough,
So she can recognize it when she meets the one,
That allows her to be complete,
That steals her away from me—to give me a grandson in return
And as I watch him play,
I'll reminisce on these days,
When life was all about getting hazed,
I too grow old,
Get ready to leave this world,
In my death bed it's her hand I hold,
As she lies in tears, and I lie without fears,
I swear on everything I'll constantly tell her how she saved me,
Back when she was a baby--and even before
As I write this to her my inspiration…before she's even born.


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A True Credo Of Love

(To All Who Believe It Can Be Achieved)


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


 

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


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So Much Love From God

God loves me so much From the heavens above He has truly given me So very much love Different types of love Each starts like a seed That grows deep inside Creating a special need First the undying love Is where it all starts With Jesus Christ placed Perfectly in my heart Then the individual love Of being one’s self As God made me to be Like no other one else The peaceful calmness That nature shares Offers the serene love To wash away cares The caring love of parents Is such a wonderful gift So many others have not And their spirits I try to lift The loyal love of siblings I am very thankful for Even with lives apart Our love is evermore Enduring love comes from My wonderful large family No matter the ups and downs They never give up on me The precious love of children My most cherished gifts of all Though my angels have all grown They are to me little dots so small The kind love of in-laws Is such a bonus I am given Making my loved one’s lives All worth a reason for living The joyous love of grandchildren Each a true blessing from above Bubbling joy flows from them all Filling me with a delightful love The devotional love of pets No one could closely compare To the never ending devotion That will always be there The faithful love of friends With truth of consistent fact I can always count on them To be there to catch my back True passionate love of a man I thought would never bloom I only dreamed of how it’d be So wonderful I would assume Now that I’ve been touched By the true passion of a man I feel the dreams come true Feeling so wonderful ‘tis am All these gifts of love God gives to me within Are opened very carefully As each is specially given For a seed of love to grow Takes patience and then some I enjoy each moment of growth As there is so much more to come Florence McMillian (Flo)


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a Angel dedicated to all my angelic friends

I thoughth I saw an angel
so lovley and  dressed in white
I thought I saw an angel just the other night
angels come to guard us and they help us along our way
Angels are around us every single day
I thought I saw an angel
I belive in angels and know  that they are true
I  did see an angel and they looked just like you.  Amen  xxx

For he orders his angles to protect you where eevr you go psalm 91  v11

see I am sending an angel before you to protect you on your journey
and lead you safley to the place i have prepared for you  exodus 23 v 20

keep on loving each other as brothers and sisters, dont forgert to show hospitality to strangers, for some who have done this have entertained angels without relizing it Amen  hebrews 13 v 1&2 


Details | Senryu | |

A child's life

The eyes of children
Wild with laughter and vigor
So clear and so bright

By: Misty Leccese
© June 23, 2009


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WHAT WE OWE GOD: An Eternal Debt of Praise

a couple had a good son whom they sent off to grad school
his goal to become a doctor as he was smart and nobody's fool
now on his own he decided to no longer attend Sunday service
he felt that God had no need for his personal worship

some people tend to feel that God doesn't require their praise
the question of a debt of gratitude in their minds has never been raised
but what people fail to realize or even comprehend
is that it was God who gave life to them
Creator of the universe and every living being
Creator of everything we're touching, hearing and seeing
Dr. Albert Einstein once made a very telling remark
that seeing how the human eye works is proof there's a God

when viewing this wonderful world and all the magnificence it beholds
one can clearly see the hand of God that has uniquely unfold
a sunrise, a sunset or a rainbow after a spring shower
a solar eclipse, a child being born are all proof of God's great power
He created man and it was He who gave us the breath of life
He gave us His love and grace and His son as a sacrifice

things have happened in our lives of which we're not even aware
times when God has shielded us from the evil that's out there
He's sent His mighty angels to watch over our backs
He's sent His heavenly warriors to stop any and all attacks
an eternal debt of gratitude and praise to God we owe
but we're not the only beings who are in the know
the angels in heaven praise His holy name
the devil in hell also bows down to Him in shame

created in His image His likeness we now bear
we're His beloved children for whom He tenderly cares
He makes Himself known to us every morning, noon and night
He is our source, our all in all, our strength and our light
an eternal debt of praise from us towards God is due
and as you read this poem I hope you get a clue

God doesn't need anything from us He's complete on His own
It's us who needs God as we can't do it alone
God is great, God is sovereign, He is the King of kings
He's all powerful, He's all mighty and controls everything
there is nothing in this universe that is not under His command
and no matter what we think He holds the whole world in His hands
and today that young man who thought that God didn't need his praise
is now a doctor and disciple of Christ whose hands are forever raised
an eternal debt of praise from us the Lord God is due
because if it wasn't for the Lord God there would be no me nor a you
  


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Redeye Gravy

Now sits the redeye gravy in the pan
It certainly is not at all like jam
Mom made it years ago  for her man
Fry some country ham, pour  coffee bam

Never knew why it was called redeye
Then my grandson informed me just why
Men who had been out late had bleareye
Who looked like they had been drip-dry

I always thought that it was because
It had dark red color from drippings
In my home it  got an applause
I thought that it was God's blessings

I learned my husband doesn't like it
My grandson doesn't like redeye gravy
When I make it only make a bit
Always redeye gravy left heavy

Today decided to place on grits
Feed to the cats see if they like it
Now cat is running around won't sit
I guess that caffeine gave them lift


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Una Visita con Mama -- A Visit With Mama

We walk the rocky shore
and you lean heavily on me,
Mother, bruising my balky arm --
muttering "Ay, Hijo!";
a few steps and, breathless,
we are both exhausted.
Your once-brown eyes, gone gray,
are like concentric rings
rippling from a random stone
thrown into a polluted pond
in winter: eyes as flat
as the latex paint that
coats a cheerless rented room.
Cataracts circle your lenses;
they have a ruptured look --
purple, jellied -- like the eyes
of a dead fish, which I poke,
perversely fascinated.
It is puffed and rotten.
Your eyes are puffed, too, red-rimmed,
moist with tears that brim over
though you try to blink them back.
That you love me and I you,
and that we wish to extend
our time together, is clear --
as clear as the black water
in the pond, as clear as your
cataract-clouded eyes,
as clear as my conscience
when I drop you at the Home,
cleverly inventing an important
meeting, to which I hastily fly.


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MOM I'm Pregnant

What shall I say to her?

What if she knows?

Can she tell that I carry another soul?

As I wonder what would I tell mom...

All these thoughts paced through my head,

I should have NEVER laid in his bed...

Sweet nothings was ALL that he said...

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

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




 When I confessed to my mother,

That I had slept with my lover,

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

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

Days turned into months,

My belly stuck out further in front...




 Finally we spoke today,

She said "When is he due?"

I replied "This May the 8th."

She said "She loves me!"

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


For it will be a blessed Mothers Day...


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


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I'm so Thankful For My Father

Lord…  I’m Thankful For My Dad!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

By Jim Pemberton


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Our Love

Our Love (written in the style of spoken word)

My world eclipsed itself in the shadow of your moon
In the fading of your breath, the gasp of your final death
blacked out to me was the image of your last re-birth
Visions of your glory blind to my infantile sight
I cried out to God "take me lord, for to take my light
is to leave me unto darkness."

Crippled and shamed I crawled to my side
and wept to feel the fingers of your memory
sweep my hair from my cheek
As a child I raged that all he left of you for me
was the ghost of a life losing vitality in time
The world was numb but for the pain
and I rolled in the evanescence of it
wrapped like a proud shawl of mourning
that in this right I would sacrifice
and pay dignitary to what I failed you in
If I could have died, I would have born your stripes
I would have carried your cross
and welcomed the nails home
that all I could have of you 
was the agony
of your leaving...

My Mother I felt your tears too
as I felt in them in your fading
I felt the trails of your sorrow 
as you wept for your baby
Just as your comforts were
love and despair in one
 to me
(for how could I know your life lived in me)
	your regrets were mine misery 
then my comprehension of a Mothers love was foriegn.
Your presence drove me mad
Your death erased my dreams
and your life fed my memories.

Some where the blackness of years
numbned-greyed and I breathed
Some where in a moment I could not name
your presence gave me stregnth as I accepted
the world I now lived

But the majic of the moon faded, 
the faith you gave me staled
the world spun because God commanded
but my heart beat because you breathed it

God is a jealous God, I whispered
Is my loss my punishment for loveing her the more?
The tears trickled to moisture and days cycled into years
and I listened to your whisper, feather kisses
tucking me to sleep, some where in the depths
of the self I did not know, you loved, you prayed

You wept for my loss and yours, but you loved
you held me at night when I longed for you
you cheered for my each new step
and when I first held my son I heard in my  heart your first words to me
" My baby, My Baby' 
so then I understood and gave them to him

In learning this new love of my life I began to understand
not your death, but your life, your love, and why you still 
hold me and miss me as I miss you
but I hear you, I hear him
and I see my son I thank you both


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Letter to Poor Dad

Hallo my friend
Pardon my intrusion into your domain
But you see, I am a student in the University of Life
Whereby I am pursuing a Doctorate Degree in the Science of Successful Living
As I was submitting my thesis of research into your life
It occurred to me that I might as well write to you directly
To save my notes from gathering dust on a professor’s shelf

Poor Dad
The notion that you are poor is a fact I cannot deny
So I will not try to convince you otherwise
This is actually in concern of your son
You and I know that he is a good innocent child
And I know better than you that he is at a pivotal stage in life
As of now you possess so much influence over the direction his life will take
For in as much as you may not be proud of yourself in front of your peers
...who overcame similar past to make something better of their lives
	...your son is very proud of you
He looks up to you with wondrous trust
And it only befits that you should be his hero
But being a hero comes with something which you are known to fear – 
RESPONSIBILITY

Well, I am not going to advise you to be responsible
For I know you live in denial mode, so you’ll look for the easiest way out
I will instead ask you to be a truthful teacher
Be brave and accept your mistakes
Then teach your son of the painful lessons you have learnt from your failures
Teach him not to limit his thinking to the unfortunate reality you have cast him into
But to dare to believe in himself
...and to listen to his heartbeat and follow its guide
Tell him that poverty is in fact a blessing 
That from it he can create vivid reference of what life will be 
...if he doesn’t diligently work in pursuit of his greatest dreams
Teach him to use his limitations as the source of motivation
And then tell him you believe in him 
...and that he can be whatever he chooses to be
As long as he tries his honest best to be it
Tell him you support him fully, especially emotionally

The reason I am asking you to teach him
Is because the secret is that of what one is keen to teach
...he is guaranteed to learn even more than he knew before
In you teaching your son honest lessons from your heart and past
You will retrace your steps to where you got lost yourself
You will be possessed by renewed desire for success
Of your selfless and candid teachings to your son
...will emanate insurmountable delights
Dear poor dad, 
It’s time to be a real dad
And you son holds that key... earn it and use it


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Sincerity - A Gift Of Healing Through Gods Loving Light


 
...of sunbeams that shine endless light
the heart gift show loving patter 
O' the glorious grace that fills my heart
for each soul sincerity shower

How fortunate am I
for the beauty of love I see in others
A gift so priceless my soul elate                       
reining down from God our Father

with summer lighting in sky of fear 
and winters cold unknowing 
by your side I stand in armor
as life storm leave shrouds of pain

in confusion I shield a weakened heart
with words that simply encourage
for each I cuddle with warm compassion
with song of love and grace                                          
 
...of sunbeams that shine endless light
the heart gift show loving patter 
O' the glorious grace that fills my heart
for each soul sincerity shower

_______________________________________
Contest ~ "Love Me Why"
Poet ~ Rick Parise






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The Strange Case of Frances Ingles

I felt that I had to write a poem to understand what Frances Inglis must have gone through 
after reading an article by Hassan Suroor by the same name in the papers dated Jan 
29,2010. Perhaps the concept of absolute justice needs to be reviewed.




"I did it with love in my heart, for Tom"
Gave him a lethal dose of heroin, sent him home...
Could not go to Court to take permission,
"Could not bear the thought of Tom
 Dying of thirst or hunger."
Frances Inglis, the condemned mother, 
Did what she had to do.

I wonder.. could I understand, or even hope to know,
The pain, the horror and her suffering.
A son whose life began within her,
Now lay in front of her, not seeing, not feeling.
Her son, she must have seen him grow, with love and pride,
Now she had to lead him one final time,
Away from her, from the suffering inside.

Is it not enough that her son lay in front of her?
Could not speak nor move nor sense.
And all that was his, she bore in her heart immense.
She must have prayed, suffered and cried,
Pleaded with Lord, holding Tom's hand by his bedside.
Time must have ticked ever so slowly...
Memories spilling over, tears stopped long back, marks left dried,

The pain must have seeped through,
As the helpless awareness dawned forever.
She must have treasured every moment past,
He must have played,smiled,danced and cried,
Collecting those happy thoughts,one by one, little by little,
Happiness dissolving into grief, grief dissolving into love...
She acted out of the love inside.

Time passes on and times to come might throw up
A faint remembrance of this mother's act
Guilt loses its meaning and accusations hold not any anger.
We all knew Tom, yet knew him not as you did,
Our rules, Our beliefs,We must have torn you inside 
But you did what you had to do.
Frances Ingles, you did the hardest thing of all,
You followed your heart true. 

Dear condemned mother, Tom's suffering was yours,
You acted like a mother, heart overflowing with pain
Our balance that we have lost, we will take some time to regain.
We judge you with a broken scale,
Knowing not that justice cant measure Love...
We will take some time, grow up a bit,
Question the act, ponder on it, your candle will be lit.

A day will come, we will learn to love...
Then set out to seek a new understanding
That life does turn hard at times and when its tough to decide
We will think of you and do some soul searching.



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A Mother's Hair


long hair falls
loose down my back
flaxen strands
twirled by small hands
cherished time
maternal arms
embrace the feeling of love

hair fans out
all around us
the crown of
a mother first
my golden
locks of soft silk
loose for his small hands to twirl

Contest: The Crown of My Body ---- A Whitney
Date: June 14, 2012


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Does Family Really Matter Anymore


A family had a wedding...  The brother wasn’t invited.
The fact they didn’t want him,.. 
Was already decided!

When asked why his name had been “omitted.”
It was because of past wrongs he had committed.

The words spoken, one could hardly believe it!
Any kind of forgiveness? 
 They didn’t receive it!

How many times are loved ones not
 invited to “family occasions.”
Often times, families listen to “outside persuasions.”

Someone does something, 
that may not be liked.
Then they’re often told to “go take a hike!

No wonder why many families 
battle one another!
They have failed to truly love each other!

As we continue to see families drift apart.
This often leads to a wounded 
and broken heart!

Christ gave us his best!  
When we were at our lowest!
A life of mercy and forgiveness…  
He wants to show us!

If we can’t treat one another
 as Christ commands…
Then HIS way of family living….  
We’ll never understand!

By Jim Pemberton


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You call yourself a father

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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Sleepily

the Father visits his son in the dark of day
The son is abed, pale in the light of night
For the sun and moon are witness in this hour of twilight
But the sun is not heat and does not shine as bright
And the moon is not rigid rock
The sun is a warm hope, fading ever so slightly
The moon is softness, the dark is soothing

The son is abed, covers sprawled over his listless form
The son is restless, he doth not sleep
The son is ebbing, his heart does weep
and his Father lifts the covers up tight around his chest
and kisses his brow;
The son blinks wearily, smiles wanly, whimpers meekly

Sleep my son, the Father whispers

But I cannot sleep - Sleep eludes him
I want to play - Rest prances about him
close enough to want, just out of reach
And how can I sleep father? - How can he rest atop this fated bed?
When I wish to wake? - When his heart doth weep restlessly?

the Father wavers, he caresses the son's brow, but not his heart
For the heart is within, the caress without,
Rest my son, he says, rest and forget
The Father, gently, lovingly, pulls the covers up, tight around the son's neck

But father, father why
My heart will not sleep
Five more minutes? Just five.

Sleep son, the hour is late, the time is neigh

And the Father, always lovingly, he pulls the covers tight over the son, and lowers him into 
the ground.


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I was Beautifully And Wonderfully Made

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


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To Mother-Nature

I seek immortality in two days’ life, Preserve me mother-nature,in your greenary. I seek no mutability My destination is not grave, Save me mother-nature, in your lap. I seek peace in your surreal beauty, Permit me mother-nature,to play with your colours. I seek longevity like that old mountains, Entwine me mother-nature,in your essence. I seek no disappearance like that morning dew, Let me flow mother- nature,with that river. I seek joys In your broader chest, Hug me mother-nature,with your strong boughs.
[to my mother and also to beautiful nature ]


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CHILDREN OF TRAGEDY

S lain 
A nonymously
N eighbors
D umbfounded by
Y ?

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

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


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God's Own Son

As Mary rocks her baby boy
She's filled with sadness, filled with joy.
She looks upon that tiny face
And sees hope in every race.

Her heart is filled with a mothers glow
And she never wants to let him go.
She'll see him run around and laugh and play
And longs to keep him safe each day.

His life won't be an easy one,
His destiny hard, as God's own Son.

Mary sees the miracles he will perform,
The lepers healed and free from scorn.
The lame will walk, the blind will see.
She sees his love will set us free.

And she sees him on a cross.
She feels his pain and feels our loss.
She knows his life must come to this.
She sheds a tear and gives a kiss.

His life won't be and easy one,
His destiny hard, as God's own Son.

So as Christmastime draws near
And we are all so "busy" here,
With shopping, baking, trees of green
Let's ask, what does this really mean?

Let's take a moment from the fuss,
And think of all their gifts to us:
A mother's love, a baby boy,
Peace and comfort, love and joy.

For he was horn for everyone,
His destiny hard, as God's own Son.


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must laugh at getting old

                                            (4/2/13)

The sun is out and the wind is blowing my way
I’m here in the park with my grandson today
There are some kids with which he found to play
But it was for a short time, for their mothers took them away.
So with him I played a game or two of tag, football and
“Steal the old man’s bacon” – he would run and I would just fake it.
We walked over to the exercise course, but those were built
For a strong young horse. 
Not even one push up or pull up could I do, I felt so ashamed
And didn’t know what to do.
I thought I was one active young 69 – “man oh man”
I sure am blind! ( ha- ha)
I do look young for my age and I feel like a very young man!
But who am I fooling? It’s just my scam.
I can still walk o.k. and jog a little
If you give me some of your cats “tender vittles” (ha-ha)
All of us will look back at our younger years and try to hide our inner fears
Of when you can no longer do it like you did before
Because time has closed that door.
Now the clouds are starting to roll in, and I’ll leave this park with a grin.
And think of how a grandfather played with his grandson
And I wasn’t the only one.
There are others sitting on the benches watching their
Grandchildren play.
When you get old!  This becomes the way!
© L . RAMS
 


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A Gray Christmas

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

Mean while on the phone..

his mom is talking to the doctor

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

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

Back in the living room

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

She replies "yes sweety i have."

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

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

"this one is blue" she smiles

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

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

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


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




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Traits of a Mother

M. Mature
O. Obsessive
T. Truthful
H. Helpful
E. Earnest
R. Respectful
S. Self sufficient 

L. Loveable 
O. Outstanding
V. Virtuous 
E. Efficient

I. Irreplaceable 
S. Spontaneous

N. Nurturing
E. Economical
V. Virtuoso
E. Eager 
R. Reliable 

E. Entertaining 
N. Nice
D. Dedicated
I.  Industrious 
N. Not appreciated enough
G. Good Nature


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I Think of a Time When I Was Young


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

By Jim Pemberton


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Let's Not Forget

Let us never forget that God has surrounded us with the best. He gave us
life,  and also has given us hope, as a matter of fact, God gave us more than
most. God love is oh so true! God is good to me and you. Never forget that
the World was made for us to enjoy and not destroy. We must all do our part
to spread God's love and keep peace in our hearts.

Help each other along the way and never forget to pray. Let's not forget that
God is the best and he want everyone to help spread his love, peace, and joy
around the world.


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Decisions

Lord, I do not know what to do;
Please, lead me by Your side.
Decisions I'm facing are lost and through;
Please, lead me to do what's right.


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Come and Go Chicago

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

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

 


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Dear Son

Dear Son,
   I haven't got to meet you,but from this picture I can see.
Just how wonderful you could be, and golly you look just like me.
I want to hold you, hug, and kiss you. I can't wait to see the day.
I may only have one picture, but I can't put the thing away!
I've been showing you to everyone, weather they want to look or not.
Even to strangers on the bus to school. I'm just so proud of what I got.
I pray to God your mother gives me a chance to be a good father to my boy.
Just to hold your picture, close to my face, sends me to a whole new world of joy.
I want to meet you! I love you! I just pray someday you'll see...
That I'm sorry things couldn't work out with your mother and I. You already mean the world 
to me.


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Layers

As you peel back one layer you will a bit more of me
Each layer defines parts that the naked eye may not see
The outer layer is tough resistant and seems weather proof
Just one more layer down is where you start to find the truth.

Peel off a third one and that’s where my feelings are hidden
Not on the surface to be played with or abused when bidden
Another layer down is where my tears are caught and held back.
Until the hurt of death and squalor, that layer attack

The last layer you may peel from me, I hold on to so tight
 I don’t want you to see my heart naked, in the harsh light.
The layer that covers my heart and keeps it safe from abuse
Life constantly picks at it and it’s not really much use.

I tried so hard to keep that one in place and safe from harm
Then life produces its peeler, which I would like to disarm.
It endlessly peels away at the layers of my protection
Leaving me vulnerable and weak and open to infection.

To fight back at life I have found a small good cure all
And that is what lets me walk on the edge, I totter but not fall.
In times of trouble and death, pain, anger and even love
Look for the silver lining that helps give this life a little shove.

Shove these things aside; they will get dealt with in a while
Knowing that whatever it is, will be behind us - so smile.
The layer that keeps our minds strong and yes even clear
Needs the most attention, it gives us hope, love, and even fear

Good things and bad things all come and go day by day
But we find we always look back on them and so we can say
Another day passed though we never forget the pain
Let me replace that layer now and cover my heart again

A smile helps to build up the layers and keeps me on life’s path
As does love, friendship and forgiveness, and a smile turns back wrath.
When we feel we can never smile ever again in a thousand lifetimes
We will look back and find the memory dims and the sun returns to shine

My layers are there I try to build them and keep them supple and strong
But sometimes they get ripped in a wrench and I think I am wrong
Straight to the point where my heart beats and is exposed to life’s ills
Time to pay the piper, as he comes to collect on life’s bills.

Laughter the best medicine and that I truly believe
But there’s a time to laugh and then there is a time to grieve
Time to think and to fight, love and to perhaps even pray
I hope my layers will keep intact, and get me through another tough day.

© ~GG~ 25/12/2012

My son had to work today, he is a supervisor on a motorway service station. He came home to us at the end of his shift for any comfort we could give him because of a motor accident just past where he works that took the lives of two children and an adult and seriously injured two more. He had to get access for the emergency services and then deal with angry motorists as he had to block them trying to re-enter the motorway, while things were dealt with.  His one thought was how the families would now cope, not only with the losses but that fact that it would taint their Christmas celebrations for the rest of their lives.
Although we do not celebrate Christmas he is so concerned for their feelings he is finding it difficult to cope with. My heart grieves not only for them and their horrendous ordeal, but my son whose heart has been laid open to their pain.


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My History of Me, One Day

We awakened, we argued, just like we had done before
It was mostly about football, the Celtic versus Rangers score

I would choose my team, as usual he would choose his
Pushing and shoving would then entail, growing brotherly bliss

But this was a day that was going to unite us, brothers, yes we
For we were getting our uniforms, the Boys Brigade's 4th Company

Football squabbles we left behind, to Bishop Edens we would go
It's our Primary School, did I tell you, our learning's in scholar show

As usual we met at playtime, in the same team we always played
We were like Pele, no doubt, well! it's what we tried to display

To the clock we always watched, as we told each other after school
Lets hurry home to have supper, for the 4th Company in us ruled

We left the caravan together, then brotherly competition arrived
Hey James! I'll race you to the canal, my little legs in strive

Into the distance he ran, blimey! he's much faster than I thought
I must continue to look up to him, he's my elder, I'm sure well taught

Just as I turned the corner, now knowing that I'm lagging behind
One minute he was there then gone, images now run through my mind

What I have witnessed, is now focused, a JU250 van has swept him away
It's impact I feel in my heart, I'm now in slow motion play

I now reach the junction, in my peripheral I hear my brother scream
Nothing like this I have heard, am I absorbed in a nightmare dream

The driver exits the van, his head he holds in his hands
I'm seven years old in tears, just trying to understand





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Oh Son Of Mine-

Oh son of mine- Oh son of mine’
I reel and rock sit marking time
Can’t you see or are you so blind
Oh son of mine- Oh son of mine

Oh son of mine Oh son of mine
mother can only do so much
I do love you and feel your touch
Your wrong choice has made my heart crush

Oh son of mine- Oh son of mine
You are pulling at my heart
Strongholds are keeping us apart
Choices you’re making are not smart

Oh son of mine- Oh son of mine
I don’t know what else I should do
My prayers are with you all year through
I will stand in the gap for you

Oh Son of mine Oh son of mine
This is certainly no facade
Road you chose I refuse to trod
I must now release you to God


* For this child I prayed, and the Lord hath given me my petition
which I asked of him: Therefore also I have lent him to the Lord; as long as he liveth, he 
shall be lent to the Lord...I Samuel 1: 27-28


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Tear in My Heart

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


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Than-Bauk's 1

River in spate
Ruler’s great  speech
Our fate unhinged.

Afternoon  sun
Only son comes
When none expects.

The pain that sends
A chill bends will
And rends the heart.



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Life found in a Dream

Life found in a Dream 
Today I’m a lonely man living in a cold, cold world filled with indifferences and malice. As time marches on a harsh reality come to my mind, time is on no one’s sided, it is only given once and all must die and tomorrow is not guaranteed. This seems so mean because having no one to really love or so it seemed, I was just a lone no one was on my team.
I started to think and reminisce about the think in life that I missed. Tears appeared in my eyes and my heart skips a beat so I lay down and felled into a deep, deep sleep. Suddenly and to my surprise I was on a beach with soft sand underneath feet. The sky was so blue and the air smelled oh so sweet; it dawned on me that this was a place few have ever seen.
I walk down to the water and what did I see; the sea was strange so let me explain; it was made of crystal with a glow all of its own and the waves gave off a musical tone. As my mind adjusted to sounds and the sight I spied out another wonderful delight. There across the sea, a city brighter than the northern lights, oh what a beautiful sight.
I fell down to my knees overwhelmed by the glory that was before me. I thought that I had died and stepped to the other side. I knew what I was seeing before just could not be true, such beauty, it could not exist, not in my world, never like this. A melody that I have never heard before arose from the City across that crystal sea. It had to be played by Angels, the music was so, so sweet; that I felt a joy from my head to my feet and knew deep in my heart that was where I belong,
Just when I decided to dive in and swim to the other side, I heard a soft voice call out my name. I turned around to see who it was that called out my name. There He was this gentle looking Man with sadness in His eyes. He spoke to me and this is what He said; my son, my son you cannot dive in and swim to the other side. So I ask Him why I can’t swim to the other side, that’s easy for me, am going to try.  No, no, no it not for you it not your time was His only reply. I did not understand His reason but I felt His command and suddenly my feet was stuck in the sand, I cried out with hurt and pain in my voice; what lies on the other side, who are you and why can I not go on the other side?
                                     This is the story that He told:
The city that you see beyond the crystal sea it belongs to me and it has streets that are paved in gold. Many mansions lining the roads and in each one there are treasure that are a wonder to behold. There is no hunger, sickness or death, life everlasting and there you can find rest, for all eternity you will be My guest.  Now I will answer your second question, my son, my son; I Am, who I Am! I came to earth a long time ago prepare The Way for all my children to come home. This is some that you should know, for it was written for all a long time ago and I am always with you in your times of needs you are never ever all alone. Last but not the least you ask me why; my son, my son it not your time. 
Seek and you will find, knock and the door will be open, and until you love Me, it will never be. Now go back and remember what you seen and what you have heard, because time grows short. Spread My words that My kingdom draws near, repent, repent and stop causing Me tears.
I suddenly opened my eyes and I was home in my bed and I start to cry. Never have I felt such joy and peace deep within. I went down on my knees and I ask the Lord Jesus to please come in and would you please forgive me of all of my sins, please live inside of me until the end. I sow the seeds and when the harvest comes you will know where it can from. Keep this in mind cause when it is time He will separate wheat from the weeds and set all of His children free.
(Warning, Warning)
The time is now, and do it before it to late! 
Time is on no one side.
Everyone want to go to heaven but no one want to die.
You do not have to worry if you have Jesus inside.
He there for the asking want you try
Do you want Him? He want you, it about free will and you must choose.
The Gift is free, Heaven are hell which will it be?
I hope that I have sowed a seed and it will grow, but it will only grow if you truly believe and have faith deep within your heart and soul.
Time waits for no one!
Faith is something sight unseen will you not set your spirit free? Is it so hard for you to believe that Jesus is the answer and all you need? The door is open want you please come in? Don’t you think it time to find that Kingdom that is way up high filled with riches up in the sky?
 


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My SLAM 2 Me (How PD's should have been, but PD's too weak)

BILLYtheKidster, BILLYtheCryBaby, BILLY, the pathetic loser that is he.
So you lost your oldest son to someone driving while drunk
and now you sit around appearing so sad, just to attract attention from everyone.
Pretending to still be in mourning the loss of your son 
you've managed to seduce many women.
To think this young man once called you DaD. You Do Not Deserve Such A Son!
and your other son, the surviving one?
theKidster drove his son into the incurable mental disorder known as schizophrenia everyone.
This child's suffering never ends
What does theKidster do? theKidster abandons.
theKidster puts his so called loved son into an institution
and now never pays a single so called DaD Moment with him.
theKidster has driven his son possibly into permanent vegetation.
The child is now an adult. Not once has Kidster visited him.
You drove him to this and then you abandon him.
You're the lowest of the lowest Kidster. You're beneath being humane,
and Kidster, what about all of those great women who tried to help you?
How did you show towards them your attitude?
More times than none you were ungrateful and rude
So many women loved you and you let them all down.
You are a true SKUmkBAG Cleator. You take the crown.
These women are now dead that you claimed to love,
but you never loved any of them, with you it was always lust never love.
All they ever wanted was to make you happy and you smacked them in their face.
You deserve to go to hell Kidster. You're a human disgrace.
Your so called best Friend Sonny killed himself. Suicide wasn't it?
You pretended to mourn, but you really didn't give two bits.
If you truly had given a true thought to your so called best friend
you would have taken the time to speak with him and find out what was troubling him,
but no, like all the others you too abandoned him.
You left Sonny feeling as if he truly had no one, so his life he did end,
and you claim still to this day that Sonny's your long missed friend.
You are the lowest of hypocrites Kidster and like all true hypocrites, 
I know how your life will end.
All bets are open everyone, 
I'm giving great odds on this one
I'm betting that when the Kidster, alone, miserable comes to see what he has truly done
theKidster will one night blow his own brains out, with his own finger triggering the gun.
and then all of our dealings with the Kidster will all be done.
God Riddance BILLYtheKidster. Rest In Eternal Torment! C'mon, Join Me Everyone!


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ME AGAINST MYSELF


                     

        A multitude of subjects clouded the fall,
         i tryed and i tryed but, couldn`t stand tall,
           i felt i didn`t have a friend on the earth,
            the feeling so bad i didn`t feel worth,

             Anything to anybody that i could see,
              but seeing it now,that wasn`t to be,
                my family and friends, were always there,
                  to stand beside me and show they care.

                    I met a girl,whom i later married,
                     rose my spirits,my soul was carried,
                       lifted up and now that cloud...
                        has brightened,my daughter and grandson and now grand daughter,i`m so proud.




Paul beadnall..29/6/11.. for contest "Me against myself"


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Jesus We Ask for Your Protection

Jesus… We Ask For Your Protection! Jesus… We ask for your protection upon our home. May our family sing praises around your throne! May you be honored in the things we say and do! May our hearts be as an expression of YOU! We pray that your blessings will be received! May your spirit of loving, be what’s achieved! We pray that we’ll strive for a Godly way of living! And walk before you, in a spirit of thanksgiving! We pray that our vows to one another will be ”reinforced!” Help us to stay strong, and not drift “off course.” May your peace be what binds us together! Allowing you to be our lord… Now and forever! Please bind our hearts together as one! May your words guide our daughters and sons! We thank and bless you! And praise your holy name! An abundant life with you, may we seek to obtain. You are and will always be the Lord for us! We give you our love, and all of our trust! You give us everything we have ever needed! With you, our home has been completed! By Jim Pemberton


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The Progress

He was so dull and lazy 
Frightened and hazy 
Never was able to mingle with others 
And he knows that he always suffers 
Tries to avoid the school 
Does not like to be called a fool  
He was not that much responsible 
For his behavior so intolerable
That is his form of a character 
Anyways, it does not matter  
And his father passed away early 
When he was a 2-year old baby 
Mother always was worried 
About his studies 
A small business she was running 
Needs her only son to get going 
And people make fun 
Of her hapless son 
So much obscure the childhood, is unbelievable 
As childhood is indeed enjoyable 
But for him it is a curse 
Six years later he changed gears 
He decided to work hard to improve 
He yearned for, something to prove 
That he can do it 
He started to look fit 
For he concentrated hard on studies 
And completed even the medical studies 
He is now a famous Doctor 
And a pediatrician for that matter 
His was the worse childhood 
And for him a bright future stood 
He is now enjoying his life 
He has kids from a beautiful wife  


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Serpent of Corruption

Worthy of love, unbreakable togetherness, and lasting compassion would have been instilled
strongly in the vessel of thirsting heart and unstable mind of a child.

But, why soup of hatred, a platter of pale love and a bowl of spoiled unloving thoughts
are laid in the niche of the child’s sprouting character?

Family ties were untied by a father who neglected his pure actions and encouraging words
and translated into unspoken greediness and unnoticed carelessness of expressed thoughts
that form the growing character of his son.

The family bonding is disbanded by a mother who works in the scope of her comfort where
eyes and mouth are only the weapons of her love and care for her curious daughter and for
her wandering son.

A father who offers a well of gold and silver, a mother who clothes sparkling dress of
worldly wealth to her offspring!

Their children have worn ever the brightest smile but not for a while,
The pleasures of their tongue were satisfied but not their hearts.

Corruption begins at home.
It creeps to the nerves of the heart of your son.
It envelops the innocent soul of your daughter.

For every dishonest  word that is pronounced by the indifferent father,
For every unchecked actions that mother has imposed,
Are a sure lifetime shaper to the values and character of the children.

Family brings serpents of corruption in every corner of the home.
It blows very hard like a destructive wind of the storm.
It is like a starving lion that preys on the flesh of good virtues and leaves nothing but
dead soul!

Father, Mother, May I appeal to your deepest conscience and understanding!
May you be vigilant and be watchful of your actions and your ways of life!
Your most beloved children are at stake in the breaking and making of their character!


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Heart Of A Child

Next door to me, a neighbor In the twilight of his life Is living now with heartache Since the passing of his wife Through years spent together Their bond of love was strong More then a couple, they were one Shared devotion was lifelong Now I see him sitting there Rocking on his porch Lost without her presence Still carrying his torch Today I saw my six year old Walk across his lawn Then he climbed up on his lap To the old man he was drawn They sat together quite a while And never spoke a word He held my son in silence All conversation was deferred When at last my son returned I had to ask him why He said “He's very sad Mom” “I just helped him cry”
I heard this story some time ago and could not forget it. I knew that at some point I would have to put it to rhyme.


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letter to my unborn child

This is a letter to my unborn child . .
My Pride & joy, the love of my life, my reason to live.. we shall meet, & when we meet, there will be no wall, no river, no obstacle to come between us.. Your smile? One a man would kill for.. Your Voice? Music to my ears.. Your Presence ? My Blessing.. Youll never know what it feels like to be betrayed by your own father.. & even if you do grow up in a single-parent home you'll never want nor need for anything.. We'll talk & laugh like bestfriends, hangout like siblings, respect eachother like co-workers, & I know there'll be times when we disagree & argue like worst enemies.. but through the sunshine, as well as the rain, mom will be there though trials, tribulations, & pain.. You'll know me like the back of your hand, & i'll know you like the palm of mine.. you'll be book smart and street smart & if i can help it, you'll use the book smarts to better yourself in life,& the streets smarts to overcome the battles you encounter on your journey through life.. that "C Word" . . NOT Carpa Tunnel.. No, Not Cancer.. but "Can't" will NOT be in your vocabulary.. & "I Give Up" is an error in your mind.. I'll teach you everything I know plus some.. You'll be the kid on the block who falls in love with daddy.. therefore, your favorite words will be "I'm Gonna marry daddy when I'm old enough", only til you're disappointed with the reality that its impossible.. You'll hug mommy everytime she's in sight.. you'll be the change this world seeks.. a new spitting   image of me(: , but until you arrive; baby boy, or baby girl.. i'm gonna keep this dream alive.. I'll live for you & for me.. cause when you step foot on this earth, this is how you should be.. to my pride & joy, the love of my life, & my reason to live<3


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Upon This Rock

"Upon this rock,
I will build,
My church,
And the gates,
Of hell,
Shall not prevail,
Against it."

In my church,
All is well,
In my church,
We cast out,
The devil's spells.

In my church,
There is peace.
In my church,
We get the meat,
Which is the Word.
Of God, which is
A lamp unto,
My feet,
And a light ,
Unto my path.

In my church,
You can feel free
To dance, sing,
Shout, run,
Because the Creator,
Paved the way 
For pure praise,
Indeed when He,
Sent His son to die,
For us on Calvary, 
That day.

Upon this rock,
God's church
All is well,
In sin we have 
All fell
But in Him
We have the
Opportunity 
To dwell.

If you came,
To  my church, 
To look good,
Then you should,
Have stayed home,
Unless you're walking,
Down the runway,
To give the Lord,
Some due praise.

If you came, 
To my church,
To laugh,
Then you should, 
Have stayed home,
Unless you're,
Laughing at Satan,
On how he used, 
To have you bound,
And doing the wrong,
Thing on the other,
Side of town.

If you came,
To my church,
To text,
Then you should
Have stayed home,
Unless you're 
Making a record 
Of the text 
On your cell phone.

If you came,
To my church,
Because someone,
Drug you along
Then you should
Have stayed home,
Unless you're 
Really want to
Get to know ,
The man.

The man is alright,
And the one who
Drug you along
Did right too
So now it's up 
To you to make
That one step
And He'll take two.

"Upon this rock,
I will build,
My church,
And the gates,
Of hell,
Shall not prevail,
Against it."

In my church,
All is well,
In my church,
We cast out,
The devil's spells.

In my church,
There is peace.
In my church,
We get the meat,
Which is the Word.
Of God, which is
A lamp unto,
My feet,
And a light ,
Unto my path.

In my church,
You can feel free
To dance, sing,
Shout, run,
Because the Creator,
Paved the way 
For pure praise,
Indeed when He,
Sent His son to die,
For us on Calvary, 
That day.

"And I tell you, you are Peter, and on this rock I will build my church, and the gates of
hell shall not prevail against it."Matthew 16:18

"Your word is a lamp to my feet and a light for my path." Psalms 119:105

"For all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God," Romans 3:23

wrote 11-14-10


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Dear Abby

DEAR ABBY:

I’d never considered killing myself,
Until I backed over my little boy.
I know I should think about mental help;
I break down when I see his untouched toys,
His baby pictures, note the absent noise.
Only three, he had hardly lived at all.
His life cut short, like a sudden dropped call.
Resentment’s an anvil in my wife’s eyes -
“Why weren’t you careful? It’s all your fault!”
The guilt’s SO Heavy…should I end my life?

                                             ----Sonless


Received 3rd place in "diazin" contest
Received 8th place in "Dilemna" contest


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Our Eyes

Our eyes   (written in the style of spoken word)

My child hood is slipping away from me 
my memories fading in light of new.
Parts of me still lost in loam
searching for your face in fading grey.
     All I have left of you is me.

All I have left of your words
are imprinted in my soul 
so that when despair at our seperation
becomes to great
I can hold, caress, and run them through my mind
like the silk of the blanket you wrapped me in
and put around my shoulders 
to look in the water
and find your eyes
and see you
in mine


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My Kashmir Burns (Part 2)

Another son is dead, until five he lived.
For his long life at Shah-Hamdan he had threads tied
“Shehij ninder yee nai. Gahas Kormakh Khudayas Hawale”, his mother cries.
No news can penetrate across the mountains. Satellites work here no more
My Kashmir burns. And no one knows.
An old woman with torn scarf sits besides fire. While feeding her neighbor’s child
She sighs. Is my son dead or alive? She silently cries.
In Madrasa I hear children reciting Quran. A girl’s come out dragging her feet.
I remember her from somewhere. I remember her seeing naked. 
Oh! God she is the one who was raped.

Nights have turned pitch black. My eyes are losing the habit of sight
Midnight soldier’s set another house ablaze. At least there is some sort of light.
Many letters have been written to God. Postcards posted of those raped girl’s 
But its curfew again. No post office deliver’s the message again.
Death comes from everywhere. Close your windows mother
For bullet respects no womb. It turned Gulistans into tombs.
From the plains the visitors come to visit their God’s
They are our only witnesses but hypocrites at heart.
They say paradise is kaasmir. While my Kashmir is ablaze
They testify against us. Is anybody witnessing this? No one at all
Be witness to at least this. Open up your eyes my Lord!

When paradise is painted with colors of hell, certainly divinity loses its grace
In the news the reporter is beaten. Bamboo sticks are hungry for human blood.
Let Kashmir go to hell. A new promise in their portfolio.
Threads have given up at Dastegeer’s place. Even they are horrified at our fate.
In Maisuma boys are dragged by police. They close their dreams, end their screams
In a police gypsy.
Men shape into monsters when they are given right to anarchy.
The gypsy drives them into the dark cantonments. They will remember this day
Interrogation officer comes. After celebrating his son’s birthday.
The winds from the cantonments bring their news
Burned tires around their necks. Burning stoves near their heads.
The knife tearing up their flesh.
And the boys cry, “We haven’t batted yet. Cricket. We know nothing”.

Death wants children to be headlines
Hunger has affected the heavens as well.
Graves are full. No more space left.
We need land of the plains. For our graves.
In the ac car the bureaucrat goes. The mother’s with search full eyes
Ask about their sons they lost. They drink their tears
And he sips champagne.


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I Signed My Rights Over

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

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

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

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

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

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




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


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Lost Son

I awaited patiently for months just to hold you in my arms,
You awoke the real man within as your birth was it's alarm.
You stared as I stared back even though you could barely see,
But I saw right then what a blessing you were going to turn out to be.

I was forced out your life but that didn't stop my thoughts of you,
I lived everyday wondering if you could ever miss me too.
You're too young to keep the memories and the evidence is quite clear,
One years old I finally catch you and that cold stare was hard to bare.

Everyone says I'm trippen cause you're not really mine but my response was who else was there?
There for you, and your mom is something a real man did with care.
What I wanted you to know is that you revived a part of me not many people knew,
But that part stayed with you and I pray that very essence is something that carries with you.

One day you'll have your own life and there's something important you must keep with you,
No matter who it is don't let no one make you doubt yourself, be true to you and remember
that you are beautiful.
I named you...I claimed you...I was willing to do what another man couldn't,
You were my sun...you are my son...I felt a love that I thought I shouldn't.

You will never go wrong if you keep your influence under God.
Amari---miracle from God.


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Regrets

How can such joy we shared turn to sorrow?
How can the promise of our vows be stilled?
One day happy, then divorced tomorrow.

As I look back on years we spent as one
I recall how you always made me laugh.
It’s so sad we no longer share that fun.

Though we were surely blessed to share two births
Whose raising up would be a joy to me,
To see their little faces filled with mirth.

You missed those years in choices that you made.
I understand as illness grips your heart
You think of those regrets that must be paid.

For your only son wants no part of you.
His tiny baby you will never know---
He’ll know his step-grandpa whose love is true.

Please look back and remember your great thirst
For always getting what you wanted and
Your desire of putting yourself first.

What you give out will come right back to you.
A valued lesson you have yet to learn.
You need to learn it fast, years left are few.

I truly wish you well upon this quest.
Seek this helpful knowledge within yourself.
Ask the angels to help you give your best.

These truths may cut you like the sharpest knife,
But with God’s help that dwells inside of you---
You may still change to live a happy life.


Note: For my Ex-husband whose children don't want anything to do with him. He just 
had a heart attack and will soon have an operation on his heart. Our daughter drove 
him home because he had no-one else to help him. Our son still doesn't care.



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Serenade

Like the first dawning 
dew drops
Like the fresh scents
of morning
Like cut grasses in
spring time
Like a flower 
in new bloom

Your beauty enfolds me
Engulfs and abounds me
Completely unveils me
Makes my heart cry for more

Like the depths of your
valleys
Like the gushing of 
geisha's     (hot springs)
Like the turn of the
ocean
Trickling streams 
down the mountains
Like the mists upon 
Snowdon
Gently rise 
Gently fall
 
Guess not often
I tell you
Just how much 
you mean to me
That my life 
would be worthless
Without you to adore
 
Yes, I'm saying
I love you
And I hope you
are listening
For it seems like 
a lifetime
To speak out
surface and soar
 
Like the eagle 
flies on wing
Like the clouds
In the Heavens
Like trees
rustle above
My life trembles
with passion
Let me show
my adoration
My courtship and 
fondness 
My sweetest amore


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Herioin

He wraps it around her arm
In need for some repairs
Tighter and tighter
She likes it , like this
Old woman ,a little sick
Needing her medication

Mummy
Mummy
(yells the little boy)

Silence, child
Mummy is broken down
(in her silent voice)

Give me some ice
Stand by my side
And open your eyes
(in a roar)

Walk by my side
Cure my poison
(in her yowl voice)

As , she descends from this world
Drops to the floor
(bang , boom)
(bang , boom)

Poor little soul
Little boy so scared
Heart so sorrowful
As , he speaks

Mummy , mummy
Wake , wake
Mummy , mummy
Wake
Wake-up
Give me back my ice
Give me back my happy dust


No more
Tighter and tighter 
Mummy
Mummy
Why like this
Without a chance to reminisce
Reminisce my thoughts threw your sickness

Mummy come and listen,  to my screams
For this ice has me, so confuse on life
Confuse about you
This sickness, I see in your eyes everyday
As, I watch you fall on our kitchen floor
Mummy wake
Wake mummy, wake
For I love you , I do


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I Stand Before a Piece of Stone

You took your life and left mine behind
It was before God's own time
I stand before a piece of stone

Etched in memory is your name
Feeling numb, how long will this remain?
I stand before a piece of stone

I see others that have come and gone
The flowers galore represent their song
I stand before a piece of stone

You traded your life to go to heaven
If I had known your pain was so laden ~
Mom now stands before a piece of stone

©Holly P. Moore
   November 2012


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Size Does Matter

Size does matter.
You need to realize that when it comes to size, all your tries will fall and die.
Don't believe the lies that guys surprise you with and fly by you with a lie.
There are sighns that define the line of what matters.
Like, why mine? Is this fine? or when's my time to be fatter?
It's the motion in the ocean if you can't back an engine.
Infact, you couldn't even row to Europe if you were using ten men.
You must know to go to the top of the ship.
Means your ready to rock to the tip and equipted!


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The True Meaning Of Easter

The True Meaning of Easter

The true meaning of
the Easter story,
Is God’s Son came down
to Earth from glory.

Jesus really does
love you and me.
He was born to die 
that you might be free.

For 33 years, he lived
among sinful men.
Then one day was to be
an atonement for our sin.

He who was born of the
virgin Mary’s womb.
Was to one day rise again
from an empty tomb.

So many people have
gotten into a habit,
of replacing Jesus
with the bunny rabbit.

So please reach out to others
and let them know,
Of the lover and redeemer
of their soul.

The true meaning of Easter
must forever be said.
Of God’s son who died,
but arose from the dead!

By Jim Pemberton


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My Family and Me

It's amazing how quick things can change.
First your running with the kings, and then you're knocked out of range.
It's strange. I used to worry and stress over friends.
Now I've grown to be a man. Maybe know a few of them.
All that time I could of studied. Did better in school.
Got a job and made it big. Maybe now I'd be cool.
Who's the fool? Now who's the bull? I know that's not me on the top.
Life is always making turns weather you like it or not.
The past will always be the past. My glory days may seem gone.
But, now its time to start a new.The stories keep coming on.
I've got a new girl. She means the world to me.
She keeps me warm at night, my best friend, my new dream.
Since my car accident, still got a limp on one side.
Still working with my memory, still need a friend who can drive.
I love to Karaoke. I get noticed in bars.
My mom's always there to catch me. Tom's working with my mom's cars.
My sister's in the Army, my niece is a big part of my life,
Friend Zach keeps assholes off me, and God is my wife.
AJ's always there to help, Brian is my LOST bud,
Mary's out of school, Lil cousin, Hunter's a stud.
Grandpa still is my idol, JT is still the music man .
The Adam's still can party. Chris, living good on the sand.
I may only use one hand, but I plan to be the best.
At all I do in life, cause there's not that much time left.
The blood test that I took says Landon is mine.
I hope this all works out fine in time and help to make my son's life shine.
JC who's down in Georiga, my heart is screaming for you.
I hope that you recover well. It can't be worse then what I went through.
Uncle Jimmy where you at? Where's Matt, Corie, and Pete?
I know you all are doing good. Serviolo's are a hard team to beat.
How's the rest of the family? I love and miss you all!
I hope you all are standing tall and I pray we never fall.
These last words that I say, I say only to you.
We've got the best family in the world and you know I LOVE YOU!


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I Am So Very Thankful

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


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The Demon

When men were more primal, they were suspicious of all outside their clan, 
they would band together for survival, still today suspecting won't give way and 
lives in the heart of each, and every man. It goes by the name of indifference, the 
demon that breeds with hate. Now there's been a revival, but all men are still 
tribal, a victim of our fate. We all must fight this demon, for it is our very souls we 
have at stake.

  I never considered myself racist, because I did not hate. but I did not love; I did 
not feel, and I didn't even think. Men of another color were so little to me. I did not 
hate them, I did not loathe them, I just let them be. They were the object of my 
indifference, said that demon deep in me; buried too deep to see, the demon that 
would not go free.

  It is few men that get to look within, at the indifference they have sown. Fewer 
men still get the change to kill, that demon in their soul. At the birth of my 
grandson Jordan, who was fathered by a race not my own. Love for that child 
shined bright through my heart, so that demon in me I could see. The object of 
my indifference my grandson could never be. His love I now hold, it fill the hole in 
my soul where a demon once lived in me.


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Letter to the Unborn Son

 I watch you there,
I sit and stare,
As curled inside this sacred womb
You are protected, sheltered, night and noon.
I place my hand so gently
And wonder if you yet know me,
My touch, my voice, are you aware?
Though never met such bonds we share.
Beneath my finger tips you move
And make me wonder, will I prove
To be the man I need to be
For you who hold such faith in me,
Who feel myself, so unprepared
Yet hope my father's steps I'll tread.
With this I contemplate you may,
On some such far off future day,
Find you yourself sat in my place,
These same concerns upon your face,
For as the Father raise the Son,
So from the Son, the Man become.


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Her Child A Soldier

Her burdened soul, weeps dry tears. 
Longing for the heart of her child. 
A soldier.

Dark treacherous night. 
Hidden plights. 
Sad, saddened life.
Lost again.
Weeping men... Lost sins. 

Forge on, forgiven sights.
And heights.
Quiet stories, unfound glories. 
Oh, the heart of her child.
A soldier.

Dayless sleep, nightless dreams.
Only a man.
Desires arms of peace.
Peace... oh peace, how tragic does it weep.

Hopeful smiles come and pass. 
Again to ravage a life.
Changed.
An invisible cage - holds faith. 
Hope, … anger, … rage, … caged, … at bay.
Visible faces, and unseen places. 
Oh, the truth of her child.
 A soldier.

Her burdened soul, weeps dry tears. 
Longing for the heart of her child... a soldier.


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I Met This Family What A JOYFUL Experience

I Met This family… What A Joyful Experience! I met this family. What a joyful experience! They displayed Christ’ love by their gracious appearance! At first I couldn’t hardly believe what I was seeing! The love and joy of Christ I was now receiving! They didn’t have much in the way of entertainment. They had God’s peace and a joyous contentment! They were happy about God and also excited. They talked about the good things in life. And were delighted! The simple things in their family did abound! A peace and warmth in their home, I certainly found! A love for God in this home I was able to see! What’s good for them... Is also good for me! A respect for the parents was clear and evident. I knew the Holy Spirit is the “chief resident!” I’m thankful to God for the blessing they’ve been. I’m glad that I know them and to call them friend! May we all be encouraged by our families too! May we not forget to say; “I LOVE YOU!” May the love of Christ keep us all together! May we seek his will today and forever! Thank you lord for your goodness and grace! We welcome you into our dwelling place! By Jim Pemberton


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The Love triangle: A boy, his dog, and a ball

One day I discovered a love triangle going on in the yard, where I sit.
A boy loved his red ball, so did his dog, and the balls love was split.
Back and forth the ball went forever into play, never to quietly sit.
Nowhere could it find the right place in which to ever fit.
First to the boy, then the dog. It’s love kept it on track.
The ball traveled with them everywhere, nothing did it lack.
It’s life consisted of simple things, and following them around.
The beach, and grassy park became their beloved friends in town.
A few times it did escape, but was quickly caught and put back in play.
But all in all, every thing was fine as it was sent, to and fro each day.
Some times they would roll it.
Sometimes they would bounce it.
Sometimes it hit the roof.
But it never failed to sparkle, no matter how much punishment it took.
Once a storm came along, and they hugged it in the house that shook
It was the courage of the little ball, which kept them safe, no doubt.
When the rain went away, they went back to the sunshine to run about.

Then the little boy went away, now the dog and the ball patiently wait each day.
Someday, several little boys will come here again to play.
It’s just like children to come along, you know they definitely will.
But for now, I have a surprise, for I’ll be babysitting the boy down the hill.


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The Fetal Position

YES SHE WAS IN THE FETAL POSITION
FORGETTING ABOUT EVERYTHING EVEN HER SON
NO ONE COULD SNAP HER OUT OF IT NOT EVEN HER MOTHER
I WOULD WONDER WHEN SHE WAS GOING TO
NOTICE HER SON IN THE OTHER ROOM
WHILE SHE’S LYING THERE ON THE HALLWAY FLOOR
CRYING AND SCREAMING OVER A MAN WHO DID NOT WANT HER OR HER 
SON?
SHE’S TRYING TO DO ANYTHING TO KEEP THIS MAN
SHE FORGOT ABOUT HER SON WHO WAS WATCHING HER
LAY THERE IN THE FETAL POSITION
YELLING HIS FATHER’S NAME
HE JUST PEEPS IN THE LITTLE BOY’S ROOM AND WALKS BY
AND SAYS TO HIM YOU SEE THIS WEAK TRICK DON’T YOU
SORRY PIECE OF WORK
HE’S FORGETTING THAT THE BABY MIND IS A
SPONGE
SO EVERY TIME HE YELLS OUT OBSCENITIES TO HIS MOTHER HE’S 
SOAKING IT ALL UP
SHE HADN’T SHOWERED OR EATEN IN A FEW DAYS
HE JUST THOUGHT OF HER AS NOTHING
THE FETAL POSITION OR THE BABY WASN’T GOING
TO KEEP HIM THERE BECAUSE HE WASN’T THE FATHER
HE DIDN’T UNDERSTAND HOW MUCH THE BABY’S
FACE LIT UP WHEN HE ENTERED THE HOME
THIS IS A MESSAGE TO HER GET UP
SHAKE IT OFF BECAUSE YOU’RE BETTER THAN THAT
LOOK AT WHERE YOU COME FROM A WHOLE ARMY FULL OF BLACK 
BEAUTIFUL STRONG WOMEN WHO STUCK IT OUT AND SURVIVED THE BEST 
WAY THAT THEY COULD WHEN IT’S OVER IT’S OVER
LIVE FOR YOUR CHILD BECAUSE HE’S WATCHING YOU IN THE FETAL 
POSITION


Details | Senryu | |

My Teenager Son

my teenager son
his room wall is hung with lots
of sexy posters


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Beautiful Children

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


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My Childs Fight

Through the screams and suffering
My worst fears are foretold
And if the story were not mine
I’d leave it left untold

Why could it not be me?
That fate I could bear
But as it isn’t I’m left to doubt
What my hands cannot repair

Despite this state of helplessness
I feel but the fingertips of despair
In the focus of life’s cruel gaze
I’m awed by courage unaware

From that tiny heart unconquered
I do not falter or lose control
For I see no strength in Death’s hand
That can clutch this unwilling soul


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Looking Back

Dedicated to my children who have kept my dreams alive.

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


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The First Day of School

the first day of school
thank God, my son’s not crying
i sit beside him


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Never

Do not blink, my son
For days pass like sedated slumber
Unconscious maladies teething time
Years misplaced like old acquaintances 
Forgotten only to find you again

Do not blink, my son
For dreams are but a fragile embrace
Caressing desire’s aching heart
Crumbling in calloused hands
Forever gripped by reality’s discernment

Do not blink, my son
For a woman’s love is unspoken splendor
Eyes washing over blatant imperfections 
Lips kissing complacency’s tepid affection
Waiting for you to make love to choice

Do not blink, my son 
For misfortune stalks the most virtuous man
Turning conviction into serrated sorrow
Children into immutable memories
Carved into concrete cells of regret

Do not blink, my son 
For sunrises are but fickle promises
Waking dreams behind shades of whispers
Asking you to never hide your eyes
Because I will never blink 


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GOODBYE

"Too late", the doctor said
"God's will has been done
I can do no more for your son"
Still can't believe he's dead


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Valentine's Day

A Valentine's Day dedication for those who have lost a loved one.



I know you're watching from far away.
So I'll find the strength to kneel and pray,
and send you our love this Valentine's Day.
God gives me the power to understand,
that we can no longer hold your hand.
The sands of time pass graciously,
until we meet for eternity.
My unconditional emotion has no end.
Like the flowers in the spring and your spirit in the wind.
My hands are empty without you to hold.
My soul cries out alone in the cold.
My tears still fall and I wipe them away.
God gave me the strength to kneel and pray,
and send you our love this Valentine's Day.


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Growing Up

He hadn’t been happy for a long, long time.
He blamed his frustrations on every one else.
He couldn’t wait to be on his own.
Life held him back, and this tore him apart.
He wanted to be free, but the time wasn’t right.
Now he smiles… His time is his own time.
Freedom made him happy to be his own man.
He now looks back to where he did hate,
But now it’s with memories that it wasn’t so bad.
To be sure… he has regrets for an action or two,
But all and all he’s happy with the view.
He’s seen the world now as his own man.
Now it’s time to wait and see what he will do.
There are plenty of opportunities in this vast land.
And try them all he will… so now I must say…
Goodbye little sweetheart… Hello worldly man.

Carol Eastman: Impress Me Small Poem 3: Motif Philosophical


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Dominik

Dominik, I want you to 
Understand why your mom
Feels so light and free. 
I believe I have flown
Through life.

I remember flying from
The sheltered wings
Of my family as I flew
To Saskatoon Saskatchewan 
Thinking I would be a 
Free bird out from under 
Glaring eyes and uncomfortable 
Comments parents seem to 
Smother you with.
As reality sunk in that 
Holding an apartment, 
Job, and car did not mix 
Well with having a social life
I was once again in flight frenzy.

With head in the clouds I sailed 
Back to Ontario were I 
Lasted a few years until 
Once again my wings needed 
Airing and I took a ride 
On the wind a little
Westward bound for nowhere
Getting nowhere.
Days were happy and that’s
Where I was engaged,
The first time.

After three years I
Literally flew, this time
Over the ocean to Europe 
Where I met the love of my life.
Now although my wings were
Itching for the clean air above 
The clouds and I wanted
To fly this coop on several 
Occasions, I soon had 
Two little birds that needed
Tweeting and so I only flew
On occasion but always 
Returned to my main
Breeding area. 

On the day I became a widow 
I started planning my next flight
Which took you and I over the ocean
To the land I love.
Now here I sit on my sofa
Writing poetry and reminiscing 
All my flights of the past and 
Hoping with all my heart to 
Become a Snowbird.

I want you to know
No matter where I fly
You are now always in my heart.


09.20.2014
Contest: Free Verse Poem
Regina Riddle
HM


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Moon Light Bright

                                                     Moon Light Bright.

                                                Oooh you shine so bright 

                                in every full autumn night without your friend in cite, 

                                       that helps you dominate the night sky 

                                                with your dens chilling light 

                    which helps me seek my ways throw the hunting mystery of the night,
 
                                                  without a single flashlight.

                                        Theo I wish on every day and every night 
 
                            nature can deliver such a beautiful cite... Moon Light Bright.



Poetry 2/23/11 by Keith K. Relf


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The Weeds Among the Wheat

(Saints & Sinners in the Church / God's Patience with Sinners / Final Judgment
MT 13:24-30, 36-43)

He proposed another parable to them
"The kingdom of heaven may be likened to a man who sowed good seed in his field

 While everyone was asleep his enemy came 
sowed weeds all through the wheat then went off. 

When the crop grew and bore fruit, the weeds appeared as well 

The laves of the householder came to him and said, 
'Master, did you not sow good seed in your field? Where have the weeds come from?' 

He answered, 'An enemy has done this.' His slaves said to him, 'Do you want us to go and pull them up?' 
He replied, 'No, if you pull up the weeds you might uproot the wheat along with them. Let them grow together until harvest; 

Then at harvest time I will say to the harvesters 
"First collect the weeds and tie them in bundles for burning; but gather the wheat into my barn." 

"He who sows good seed is the Son of Man, the field is the world, the good seed the children of the kingdom. 
The weeds are the children of the evil one, and the enemy who sows them is the devil. 

The harvest is the end of the age, and the harvesters are angels. 
Just as weeds are collected and burned (up) with fire, so will it be at the end of the age. 

The Son of Man will send his angels, and they will collect out of his kingdom all who cause others to sin and all evildoers. 

They will throw them into the fiery furnace, where there will be wailing and grinding of teeth. 
Then the righteous will shine like the sun in the kingdom of their Father. 

Whoever has ears ought to hear." (Taken from MT 13:24-30, 37-43)


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TEN

OH MY GOD HE IS TEN
Starting to get hair on his chin
No I cant belive it is true
Now my baby is hitting puberty too

Dang if it ain't my luck
Just last night he was playing with trucks
Now it is girls and rock music blaring
Him asking is it time to start shaving

No it has to be a bad dream
MY baby can't be almost a teen
My other one is over half grown
This one has to stay at home


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Tiger

May 19, 1994 Dedication:  
This poem was written for my oldest son, Tiger, 
in hopes to give him much strength and direction in life.

Tiger my son, this poem is for you To give you the inner strength With the courage to pull through All times in life, no matter what length I pray that I can pass the words of wisdom Directly into your mind of thought To be able to conquer anything to come And to understand the path you have caught You are a most powerful, influencing person But it is within yourself, you must pull it out It matters not how much I believe, you are the only one Who must believe and know what your life is all about I have all the confidence that you can reach the top No matter what stumbling blocks you face in your path Just as long as you never give up or come to a stop And remove the thoughts and feelings you get of wrath Though it is your life in which to choose And I hope that I can influence you in the right way To know that it is okay to sometimes lose Because that is what helps us gain wisdom day by day Just remember that I am also your true friend And that it is not always good to be the best fighter But, sometimes the way, is having an extra hand to lend To gain respect and trust from others, Tiger Love, Mom Florence McMillian (Flo)


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The Death of Laci Rocha-Peterson

It's been almost ten years to December 2002 since Laci Rocha-Peterson and her unborn son were killed by her loser husband, Scott Peterson. This case has haunted the lives of all of the citizens of a California town called Modesto; just outside of San Francisco. It seems that Laci's life was ended permanently too soon, especially when she had planned on giving birth to Scott's first born son, Connor. Both of her parents (her mom and step-dad) were angry, her brother was also angry and dismayed, the people were shocked and disgusted, and so on. Scott Peterson was afraid to be a father, that he never wanted to spend the rest of his so-called "life" with his late wife, and, on top of all that, Mr. Peterson was also afraid that his late wife, Laci, would find about his love affair with another woman named Amber Frey, so he killed her as a cowardly act. Laci Rocha-Peterson and her first born son really didn't deserve to die by the hands of her own husband, their own flesh and blood. She and her son had a whole life ahead of them, especially when her son, Connor, was about to begin the first day of school and stuff. But now that baby Connor and her mother are not on planet Earth and in heaven now, their family members, especially her parents and his grandparents, are still in a depressive mode. What kind of human being would want to dump his or her spouse in a body of water, let alone the San Francisco Bay? Who does that? The media, including the CBS Network, Nancy Grace, and the San Francisco Post were all over the Laci Peterson case, especially when everybody knew that Scott Peterson Selfishly killed his own wife and unborn son. What a coward he is and/or was. Scott may have had all of the ones he loved fooled, but when he walks into the death chamber and is executed by lethal injection, God will decide his punishment. And when He does, Scott Peterson will pay for what he did to his wife and own son, his own flesh and blood. The spirits of Laci Rocha-Peterson and her son will live on in their relatives' lives and through the hearts of the ones who knew her. May she and her son rest in peace.


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Leader of The Pack

Wake up sleepy head is all that’s left to say. Get up I say!
But of course it didn’t help… This was sleeping at it’s best!
The bus was due for school soon, and still in bed he slept.
So out came my hidden weapons, that are better than water splashed.
I crept quietly up beside him… and here is what I said…

If you don’t get up I’ll release our monstrous, fearless, great cat.
He’ll jump and walk all over you… before sitting on your head.
Then I’ll bring in our loud 66 lb lab to lick you everywhere to death.
Then I’ll bring in our 86lb lab that’ll jump up to join you there, instead.
Don’t be surprised if he stretches out taking up most of the bed.
He’s really good at pushing with those really good, strong legs so…
It won’t be long before there’s nowhere left but on the floor to sleep.
And now let me introduce our 55lb forceful, herding cattle dog.
If he can’t get you up and going… believe me it can’t be done...
He’ll nip at you gracefully while never leaving a single bite.
He’s hungry and wants breakfast leftovers before it turns twilight.
And me I’ve reset the alarm. There’s no more music left to play.
Every five minutes the buzzer will be there just for you, I say.

Now I’m going away and you’ll notice the smells of bacon, toast, and eggs.
And if the dogs are in the kitchen first… it’s cold cereal for you this day.
And once they get a taste for leaving you far behind…
You will have forfeited your place at the table I know they’ll think you kind.
And when the animals are gone from your bed…
Who will protect you while you sleep?
Remember there’s an 8000 lb dinosaur living in the living room, that I keep…
And I know for a fact that he’ll come in and drool all over you…
He’s the problem we all run from…we walk around him every day. 
And I named him Mr. Report Card… for all the damage he can play.
Without him there’ll be no Xbox, Play Station, or fancy fishing trips.
So get up my sleepy young man… The world is waiting for you today.

These are my secret weapons and they work every time…
We haven’t missed the bus you see… in a very, very long time. 


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Kitty

	KITTY

G.
A cat walked across the street
(After looking both ways).
It was a pretty Kitty.
There were trees across the street.
In the trees there were squirrels.
The squirrels raised families.
They ate acorns,
they made babies,
they slept.

PG.
A cat stepped across the street.
(After looking one way).
It was a pretty stray Kitty.
Across the street there were farmlands.
In the farmlands lived humans.
The humans raised many different plants.
The humans fed these plants to many types of animals.
Then the animals gave the humans “gifts”.
Which the humans ate, drank, and made into money.
Then they had sex (like animals).

PG-13
A cat ran across the street.
(Without looking).
It was a pretty curious stray Kitty.
It was run over by a taxi.
Riding inside the taxi were a Father and Son.
The Father remained unconcerned.
The Son frowned, looked out the window, and wept.
“The poor Kitty,” he said staring down at his hands.
“Why Dad, why did the Kitty have to die?” he asked.
“Son, the Kitty didn’t die; it went to Kitty Heaven.”
He answered almost-smiling at his Son now watching
the traffic consume outside quickly, noiselessly.
 
R.
A cat stumbled across the street.
(At midnight, eyes closed).
Just some Goddamed kitty cat.
The Kitty was crushed by a taxi and by an ambulance
and by a Greyhound bus and by a mini-van.
All tomorrow bound and running a day late.
Thump! Thump-thump! and all Kitty’s bones shattered,
as a car window shatters (into thousands of perfect cubes).
Kitty’s use-to-be head popped like a water balloon;
that some homeless child dropped on a hot sidewalk-
in New York City summertime.
Its lifeless body was vomited up against-
wheel well wheel well wheel well, eventually
spiraling into a drainage ditch off the highway.
Where it laid epileptically twitching.
Yellow eyes now open and looking forever
upward at the hazy stars of almost June
in the Twenty-first century, respectfully.
 


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The Pain in My Heart

The pain in my heart is the same as the pain
Of a father whose son will look not at his face. 
The fact that my sufferings all were in vain
Is a thousand times more than the pain I then faced.

What, for the love of His son will a father do 
More than to lay himself at your feet, dead?
Is there a love of more kindness today than 
The love that forgave all His murderous fiends?

Why, my dear son, will your eyes open not?
When did thy heart ever alter to stone?
When did my soul filled with love for thy sake
In a thousand years ever leave you in lone?

Answer me, son, let my ears hear your lies,
Face me, my dear, with your pile of deceit,
Puncture my heart yet again, if you wish,
With the sword of a hatred I long to delete.

The piercing of nails and the beating of whips, 
Shall never come close to the pain I now feel
The pain in my heart is much more than the pain
Of a father whose son has forgotten of him.


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The Crib

My friend said her little darling pulled himself up in his crib.
I told her she's lucky for mine’s older and can crawl back in.
But mine doesn’t like being lonely and brings another friend.
Not in my house I say… as he tries to sneak her up the stairs.
Friends with benefits he called it… as I sent him away to school.
Perhaps there at College they’ll teach that missing golden rule.

My hubby’s favorite crib is in the living room, at night, you see…
He relaxes with a blanket while watching late nighttime TV.
He says you can’t go to bed too early, for that is only for the old.
So I wake him up at midnight and that seems just right, I’m told.
But don’t think I’m complaining… For I’m surely not…
I fall asleep on the couch next to him before my show is out.
And when I usher him up to bed… I usher me up, too.
After all we’re not old folks… We can stay up late like you…

My father came to visit and met me nap per nap…
Now that really began to worry me… For I’m not that old yet!
When he heard me say it… He told me, “He’s not old at all”…
So I got him a lazy boy recliner, and he watches TV late, so bold.
Now I usher my hubby, me, and my father up to bed, late every night.
We all seem perfectly content to ignore all the years that we’ve got.
Why at midnight you may ask? …My excuse is the nighttime shows.
For you see... we seem to wake up as off the air they go.


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Praise God

If it's not one thing then it's another.
I'm either fighting with my dad or hearing screams from my mother.
My girlfriend doesn't trust me. I can't pay for therapy.
I can't do this all alone. I get down on my knees.
I ask the lord for forgiveness, right before I begin.
Although he is a forgiving God, how could he look upon sin?
Prayer is so simple even a child can start.
It's not all imagination, your faith must come from the heart.
It's all so real, the thrill you feel, the chill that's going through you.
You no longer fear it, the holy spirit starts showing and glowing, it's true.
Who knew that you, that tough guy? The one that wouldn't believe?
Then why are you always calling out for him when your unable to achieve?
He's always there to help us. Stand out and give it a try.
The Closer you get to God you'll see this isn't a lie.
Thank you, Jesus! Praise Jesus! Halliugha! Oh Lord!
I can never lose a battle using you as a sword!
Life here is too short, yesterday is already gone.
Knowing where you'll spend eternity will help keep you moving on.
Praise God!


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My First Son

You just came into this world cold and bleak of your father/ 
But you made my life mean even more ever since your sister my baby daughter/ 
You make life upon soul as a man out in the desert that needs water/ 
I'm a full-time daddy now so there is no room for my mistekes to let me faulter/
 
I know I ain't the best daddy in the world son but I will do my best 
I know alcohol can bring me down but son you just being born makes me want out this mess/
 I want something better for you than me when you are ready to leave daddy's little nest/
 I sometimes just sit here and watch your sweet little stomach go up and down with every breath/
 
You are so innocent and I am so guilty of being a sinner/ 
I'm working on being a saint but how can I when all I do is let alchol be my only winner/
 My addiction gets thicker as my liver and kidney's continue to get thinner/ 
I just want to be able to support you son with clothing, a home and an every night dinner/
 
I love you son, I really do/ 
So I must help myself past these self-made lies and do what is right and true/ 
I'm still an alcoholic and addict in a crazy rez life game where I always seem to lose/
 But with your birth I can start anew/ 
I got big time father responsibilities now to where it will forever affect the choices that I choose/
 
You my first and only son/ 
As of now your my only one/ 
I look forward to our times of hardship and the times when we have fun/ 
I was at a slow walking pace but because of your birth it got my mind on the run/
 In LOVE you NOW and FOREVER because your My First Son. 





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A Child's Training

(Prov. 22: 6 /  Heb. 5: 14  /  Deut. 6: 6-9  /  2 Tim. 3: 13-15, 16  /  Matt. 19: 13, 14)


(Part One of Two)



If A Child Wants To Eat Candy
All Day Long …
When You Tell Them ‘No!’ - -
Is It Wrong?

If A Child Wants To Stay Up On School Nights
And Not Go To Bed …
Will You Leave The Matter At That
And Do What They Said?

If A Child Wants To Run The Streets
At All Hours of  The Night …
Would You Allow It
And Say ‘It’s Alright’?

If A Child Fell Into Hanging Out
With The Wrong Crowd …
Would You Do Nothing
Thereby Showing It’s Allowed?

If A Child Gets Some Silly Notion
And Is Being Misled …
Will You Not Try To Talk
Some Sense Into Their Head?

And When Your Child Makes A Mistake
(‘Cause All Of Us Make Life’s Errors)
Are You Going To Be Loving & Forgiving
Or Come Off Like Some Holy-Terror?

If You See That Your Child’s Life
Is In Imminent Danger …
Would You Leave His Soul’s Wellbeing
To Some Ulterior-Motive Stranger?

All Children Need Education
That’s Why We Send Them To School
But Isn’t Home Training
The Best Place For Understanding Life’s Rules?

Before Your Child Gets Polio or Smallpox
Or Some Other Life Threatening Situation
Would You Not Seek Out Preventative
Medicine or Cures Thru Vaccinations?

If A Child Just Wants To Play
And Not Do Chores or Homework …
Would You Not Try To Find Out
Why A Lazy Streak Is Starting To Lurk?

If Your Child Is Depressed
Unmanageable or Confused …
Would You Not Put Extreme Effort
Into Finding Just What You Could Do?

If A Child Needs To Be Shown Love
and We Withhold Our Kisses & Hugs
Are We Guilty When They Grow Up
Into ‘Crypts & Bloods’?

If Your Child Doesn’t Want To Talk
and Retreat In Hiding From The World
Wouldn’t You Do Everything In Your Power
To Help Your Precious Boy or Baby-Girl?

If Your Child Has Low Self Esteem
Or Shows A Lack of Character …
Wouldn’t You Want To Be
Their Value & Virtue  Narrator?

If Your Child Just Really Needs
Someone To Listen & To Talk To …
Would You Not Prefer
that That Someone Be You?

I Once Knew A Police Officer
Who Had Said of His Beat …
A Child Can Get Discipline At Home
Or They’ll Get Their Beatings In The Streets

And The Same Can Be Said
Of A Young Child’s Impressionable Mind
It Needs To Be Nurtured At Home
Or It Will Eat Every Junk & Stuff They Find



(Part One of Two)


                      Written & © :  7/16/2013

                       By:  The MoonBee


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When

When is he going to understand 
that life is harder than what our eyes can see.
Its work, its pain, its suffering,
Its love, its time, its energy.
When..

When will he know the struggles life brings
When..

When will he feel the love that I feel
the pain that I feel
the anger I feel
When..

When will he learn the responsibility of life.
Its not always easy to provide.
There are times when its much easier to give up.
When..

When will he have children all his own
and learn to take care of them just as I did.
When will he hold me and say
I love you, thank you for all that you've done.
When..

When will he know that it was all done for love.

When my heart beats no more and my body lies still
Will you still love me?
Will you still see me?
Will you wonder why
When you were little why I held your hand so you wouldn't cry.
Why I would kiss you and then smile.

Life is too short to ponder what, when, where and why.
So I leave you this message
So when you are older and wiser
You'll read whats in it
and maybe then you'll understand
just why I did it.


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Islam3

5. Do Muslims believe he performed miracles? YES

Muslims, like Christians believe Jesus performed miracles. But these were performed by the will and permission of God, Who has power and control over all things.

"Then will God say: ‘O Jesus the son of Mary! recount My favor to you and to your mother. Behold! I strengthened you with the Holy Spirit (the angel Gabriel) so that you did speak to the people in childhood and in maturity. Behold! I taught you the Book and Wisdom, the Law and the Gospel. And behold: you make out of clay, as it were, the figure of a bird, by My leave, and you breathe into it, and it becomes a bird by My leave, and you heal those born blind, and the lepers by My leave. And behold! you bring forth the dead by My leave. And behold! I did restrain the children of Israel from (violence to you) when you did show them the Clear Signs, and the unbelievers among them said: ‘This is nothing but evident magic' (5:110).

6. Do Muslims believe in the Trinity? NO

Muslims believe in the Absolute Oneness of God, Who is a Supreme Being free of human limitations, needs and wants. He has no partners in His Divinity. He is the Creator of everything and is completely separate from His creation.

God says in the Quran regarding the Trinity:

"People of the Book (Jews and Christians)! Do not exceed the limits in your religion, and attribute to God nothing except the truth. The Messiah, Jesus, son of Mary, was only a Messenger of God, and His command that He conveyed unto Mary, and a spirit from Him. So believe in God and in His Messengers, and do not say: ‘God is a Trinity.' Give up this assertion; it would be better for you. God is indeed just One God. Far be it from His glory that He should have a son. To Him belongs all that is in the heavens and in the earth. God is sufficient for a guardian" (Quran 4:171).


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On the Wagon

On the Wagon…

I’m on the wagon
Out to slay the dragon
His breath of fire always one step behind
I’m on the wagon
Out to slay the dragon
With my only weapon 
The power stored within my mind…

Cleaning up the act
Facing all the facts
When you were burning you know you couldn’t see
Removing the blindfold
The truth is seen and told
Now you’re cooling down and fighting to be free

You’ve got to get away
Find someplace to stay
Immune to temptation as it looks for you
Start it once again
The beginning of the end
You’ve failed to see all that it has yet to do

I’m on the wagon, out to slay the dragon
His breath of fire always one step behind
On the wagon, out to slay the dragon
With my only weapon
The power stored within my mind…

Look straight into the mirror
How do things appear?
Can you make out through the haze, the bloodshot eyes
Remember the times you said, that’s it?
All those times you’d never quit
Can you, yourself, live with all of the lies?

I am on the wagon, out to slay the dragon
With his breath of fire always one step behind…



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The sapling and the wood

The sapling and the wood..                   Steve Hudson

What would I tell my sons if my days were soon ending?
I would tell them:
Oh my dear precious sons
Our time on this earth is too short,
My eyes dim for a moment, only to brighten on larger frames,
With your heads on my chest, I embrace you, afraid of letting go,
Wanting to spare you from the world I left behind, with its terrors of the night,

Sometimes life will cut you down
You will feel like you can’t carry its burden
And hope may lose all definition
But find your heart in the face of doubt and uncertainty.

For you have a father who loves beyond measure
Here on earth, and in Heaven,
A father who will never stop fighting for you, believing for you
Pursue the one thing that makes you come alive
And be that to the world around you,
May Jesus Christ be the center and purpose of your very being.
For nothing on this earth will satisfy like the Bread of Life.
If you’re afraid, do it anyway, 
And know that if its right, whatever happens because of it
Is worth the outcome.

Never lose the wonder of the first time,
Live with honor, valor and passion,
Be the men you want others to be
Walk in such a way, that they would not quickly try you,
Though such would quickly follow you to the end.

Know that I have done my best for you with what I had,
My hope is that it was enough.


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Puff The Magic Dragon

Once upon a time there were the golden years…
Where Miracles and Fairy Tales in my family did appear.
When my son was very small, magic always wandered all around.
Summers we went to visit Grandpa where wonderful boats did abound.
Grandpa kept them on a lift, down at the great boat dock there.
Food was always waiting nearby to feed the little fish.
We always told my wee son that the big fish down below…
Were the Mama’s and the Papa’s waiting to protect their brood above.
And when we visited, we always cruised in the boats, by a little cave…
We told my wee one; Puff the Magic dragon lived and dwelled there every day.
And not only did he live there but he also visited at our dock…
For no one else but him had the ability, to lift the great big boats up.

Of course, we knew it was the lift that did all the lifting work.
And it was all air powered, and when full bubbled air from underneath.
But the wee one didn’t know that and the fairy tale lived on…
So we would have him call for Puff the Magic Dragon, His pal from faraway, 
Whenever someone’s’ boat needed lifting, up at the dock each day.
He lived in this fairy tale and called Puff his very own true friend.
For Puff would blow the bubbles at his request to fill the lifting box.
And one wee little boy giggled at Puff’s great work, every time.
My dream for my happy family lasted a long, long time…

Now Peter, Paul, and Mary wrote the song that brought Puff to life.
I sang the song Puff The Magic Dragon to him in the bathtub every night.
I wish to thank them profusely, for the happiness it brought into our lives… 
Thank you, again, for bringing a song and a fairy tale into my family… 
And especially to my one little guy. 


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The Trial of the Brazen Boy

Inconsiderate Brazen Boy 
Who knows not what good to do
You forget your manners
Respectful to none but those with a gun
And thus having broken all the rules
Inconsiderate Brazen Boy 
Who in spite of a good mother’s love
Shows no kindness, sympathy, nor compassion
You follow not the Golden Rule she taught
But seek only ill-gotten crimes of passion
Inconsiderate Brazen Boy 
Thy callused heart strings untuned
What innocence is left with in your breast
What values have you for those that adored you
Having their hope replaced by your dope
Is this the life you envisioned
Inconsiderate Brazen Boy 
Your once good name now vulgar
Your pants hang low so your butt can show
And you believe it’s sexy
Inconsiderate Brazen Boy 
Death and violence amidst your comrades 
Will bring about your destruction 
Thy family of gang which kill, cheat, and steal
You lay still in a red pool of clay as they mock you
Inconsiderate Brazen Boy
Stand before thy creator
For your life for right you tossed for the left
Only now do you weep for the Savior


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Half Kitchen Appliance

Time is a pale salamander
swishing past my empty window;
as my children look at me, cornerwise,
in my accelerated process of aging,
I sit as half-ghost in waiting,
half-kitchen appliance in manner and deed.

Whatever they expected eludes me;
the gold-leaf incandescence of immortality,
perhaps; not to visibly fail before
their now saddening, disappointed eyes.

There is little I can bequeath verbally,
or impart with clandestine look,
or allude to with symbolic gesture, 
except to write in spirit that all goodbyes, 
even silent and  motionless ones,
have to start somewhere…


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BRUCE KEVIN

MY STORY IS LONG AND OH SO SAD
HEROIN WAS HIS TRUE DEMISE

HE WORKED VERY LITTLE BUT THE FACT
IS KNOWN, HEROIN WAS THE CHOICE FOR 
NOT ALCHOHOL ALONE

HE WAS A GOOD PERSON REALLY HE WAS
FOR HELPING OTHERS HE TRIED TO DO

HE WAS A POOR SOUL, THAT HAD LOST HIS WAY
WHAT A SHAME HE HAD SO MUCH PAIN

REMEMBERING BRUCE WHEN WE WERE GROWING UP
HIS HEART WAS GOOD AND HE HAD SO MUCH

A HOME, A CAR AND PARENTS WHO CARED

BUT THE DRUGS WON HIM OVER, HIS POOR SOUL IN NEED

HE DID TAKE MONEY AND STOLE THINGS, FROM THE FAMILY MY
DAD OH WHAT A MESS IT WAS TO HAVE BEEN FOR HIM 

HE DIED ON MEMORIAL DAY 2003, LET US REMEMBER THAT OTHERS 
ARE AT RISK AND I WAS TO TELL THE STORY OF BRUCE LIKE HE WANTED
TO INSTRUCT OTHERS TO BE OFF THIS HORRIBLE TRAIN
THE TRAIN THAT LED HIM TO SELF DESTRUCT, 

BUT THE WONDERFUL 
THING ABOUT MY BROTHER BRUCE
HIS KIND HEART AND SOUL WAS THE THING HE TRULY HAD THE MOST OF

WHAT A WASTE OF A HUMAN BEING WHO KNEW, THE HEARTACHE AND PAIN OF THE
DRUG CALLED HEROIN


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in the southern sun

He said
Look at here boy
Aint nothing worst than life
But you might as well live
And times are coming 
For better or worse 
You might as well hold on 
 
I’m still here 
And until I die 
I’ll be the same man
He says 
Boy I’m still here
And until I die 
I’ll be the same man 

I said father
I’m going to move away from the river
I’m going to be a city man
He said, sun down, it’s getting late
And you’ll have all night to chase those dreams
He said son now
Your mother calls so goodnight

I’m still here
And until I die
I’ll be the same man
He says 
Boy I’m still here

He wasn’t my real father I can’t even call him that 
Around a southern sun he marched in a straw hat
It’s a hundred degrees outside he must be crazy
Seventy-six and he takes on the humidity 
Better than me

He says 
World war II was nothing new
You should’ve seen Vietnam 
He says you see boy
I’m still here
And until I die
I’ll be the same man

RIP S.G.


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Moment to Reflect

Today I’m a lonely man living in a cold, cold world filled with indifferences and malice. As time marches on a harsh reality come to my mind, time is on no one’s sided, it is only given once and all must die and tomorrow is not guaranteed. This seems so mean because having no one to really love or so it seemed, I was just a lone no one was on my team.
I started to think and reminisce about the think in life that I missed. Tears appeared in my eyes and my heart skips a beat so I lay down and felled into a deep, deep sleep. Suddenly and to my surprise I was on a beach with soft sand underneath feet. The sky was so blue and the air smelled oh so sweet; it dawned on me that this was a place few have ever seen.
I walk down to the water and what did I see; the sea was strange so let me explain; it was made of crystal with a glow all of its own and the waves gave off a musical tone. As my mind adjusted to sounds and the sight I spied out another wonderful delight. There across the sea, a city brighter than the northern lights, oh what a beautiful sight.
I fell down to my knees overwhelmed by the glory that was before me. I thought that I had died and stepped to the other side. I knew what I was seeing before just could not be true, such beauty, it could not exist, not in my world, never like this. A melody that I have never heard before arose from the City across that crystal sea. It had to be played by Angels, the music was so, so sweet; that I felt a joy from my head to my feet and knew deep in my heart that was where I belong,
Just when I decided to dive in and swim to the other side, I heard a soft voice call out my name. I turned around to see who it was that called out my name. There He was this gentle looking Man with sadness in His eyes. He spoke to me and this is what He said; my son, my son you cannot dive in and swim to the other side. So I ask Him why I can’t swim to the other side, that’s easy for me, am going to try.  No, no, no it not for you it not your time was His only reply. I did not understand His reason but I felt His command and suddenly my feet was stuck in the sand, I cried out with hurt and pain in my voice; what lies on the other side, who are you and why can I not go on the other side?
This is the story that He told:
The city that you see beyond the crystal sea it belongs to me and it has streets that are paved in gold. Many mansions lining the roads and in each one there are treasure that are a wonder to behold. There is no hunger, sickness or death, life everlasting and there you can find rest, for all eternity you will be My guest.  Now I will answer your second question, my son, my son; I Am, who I Am! I came to earth a long time ago prepare The Way for all my children to come home. This is some that you should know, for it was written for all a long time ago and I am always with you in your times of needs you are never ever all alone. Last but not the least you ask me why; my son, my son it not your time. 
Seek and you will find, knock and the door will be open, and until you love Me, it will never be. Now go back and remember what you seen and what you have heard, because time grows short. Spread My words that My kingdom draws near, repent, repent and stop causing Me tears.
I suddenly opened my eyes and I was home in my bed and I start to cry. Never have I felt such joy and peace deep within. I went down on my knees and I ask the Lord Jesus to please come in and would you please forgive me of all of my sins, please live inside of me until the end. I sow the seeds and when the harvest comes you will know where it can from. Keep this in mind cause when it is time He will separate wheat from the weeds and set all of His children free.
(Warning, Warning)
The time is now, and do it before it to late! 
Time is on no one side.
Everyone want to go to heaven but no one want to die.
You do not have to worry if you have Jesus inside.
He there for the asking want you try
Do you want Him? He want you, it about free will and you must choose.
The Gift is free, Heaven are hell which will it be?
I hope that I have sowed a seed and it will grow, but it will only grow if you truly believe and have faith deep within your heart and soul.
Time waits for no one!
Faith is something sight unseen will you not set your spirit free? Is it so hard for you to believe that Jesus is the answer and all you need? The door is open want you please come in? Don’t you think it time to find that Kingdom that is way up high filled with riches up in the sky?
 


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Tragedy In The Bottle

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

 
 


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My Birthday Wish

I sit on the floor and wait from dusk to dawn, for a new day will soon be reborn. I count all 
the blooming flowers, and count down the long hours, while mum takes her shower. 
Today's the day, for it's my birthday. I hope I get A car, or A guitar or maybe even become 
A movie star, but that's asking A bit too much of me. I walk around singing out A loud, 
acting proud feeling as if my heads in A cloud. To my surprise I start stumbling over my 
words and begin mumbling. Maybe mum just forgot about me, or are they just hiding the 
presents from me? I walk through the hall, with my head dragging looking at the floor, 
and go to bed with my heart feeling torn. It's getting late and I can no longer wait. I turn 
off my light, and close my eyes and cry having so much things go through my mind. I 
drift to sleep but then I see, mum walking in my room in the middle of the night with A 
light. It's so bright. She raises my heart like A kite, taking of it flight and she says, good 
night, and turns of the lights. She raised my hopes high and then shot them out of the 
sky. I break down and cry, it feels as if I've just died. No one remembered why today was 
A special day for it was my birthday. I look at the sky and wonder why? I light my candle 
and close my eyes, tears dripping down onto my thighs, and I start to whisper in my 
mind. "I don't want A car, or even A guitar. I don't even want to become A movie star. I 
just want to be free of this disease called poverty, I just want people to stop running away 
from me. Free me of aids so I can stop feeling afraid. Stop me from being poor, so I can 
afford to stop sleeping on the floor. Make me smile for there is no reason to smile, but 
please make my life worth while. Take me away from Africa, for all I see is people being 
raped and all the kids hearts filled with hate, I'm loosing my faith for I am living each day 
even though there is nothing to live for". A Tear drops on my candle, And puts out the 
flame I whisper in pain,This is "My Birthday Wish"
 
We wish for luxuries that only money can afford. They wish for water for they are poor. 
People need to learn to smile, for kids living in poverty have A legitimate reason not too. 
Be happy for what we have, and never complain for what we don't have.
 
- Wiko Te Maru


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That's Where The Lord Lives

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


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"God(love) is All Things

Contest: Palindrome Poetry 
In Honor of: Jared Picket 
Example Thought #15


“God (love) is All Things”

Agape(God),
God is love.
God is everything,
He is Love the source.
He is great, the mind cosmic,
Creator , the mighty counselor. 
One only begotten Son example.
All of life is love in action.
-Fortunately-
Action in love is life of all.
Example Son begotten, only one.
Counselor mighty, the creator,
Cosmic mind the great is He.
Source the love is He
Everything is God,
 Love is God,
Agape.

Jared this poem is written in the frame of mind, that is of the notion, that God is all things 
both physical and paranormal. Ps. I don’t have means of centering  this poem, as I think it 
would look better.
Honorable Mention


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Keep your Head held High

I see you walking through the halls at school
You used to look so put together
but now, not so much
I've heard rumors
and nasty words,
but I don't really pay attention
I only know you now have a baby boy
and I know you're proud of him
You are not ashamed.
For a while you weren't around
You had to be at home taking care of Baby
Your boyfriend is still loyal
So many these days aren't.
You're one of the lucky ones
Your parents didn't disown you
they may be disappointed
but they still love you.
You must be tired, staying up all night,
taking care of Baby.
It must be hard
dealing with the stares from your peers
I know I couldn't do it.
I'm not that strong.
You have to keep holding on
and make a good home for Baby
Maybe Baby will make you proud
and you won't regret this one day.
You're not the only one
You're one of millions
Don't listen to the harsh words.
Stay strong gorgeous,
Because everyone's just waiting
to see you fall apart.


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Blueprint (Freewrite)

From knee high they told me to be patient, wait it out
Build foundation, straighten out, 
never rush creation.
"You gotta stay strong through the drought,
because rain'll come one day and that seed'll sprout"

But i didn't know what the seed was
All i could see was a dream, ‘cuz
at the age of ABC’s
a dream is something to actually be achieved.

and then i became a teen
and the scene became a thing
where chronic cynicism wrings hope out of wishers
like rags of dishwater into soapy mixtures 

so excuse me mister,
could you verify what it is that you advise?
do i rise to the skies or simply follow the traced lines?

'cuz i'm sick of beaten paths, littered with half-empty cups
that can glitter with a slight trace of still "giving a ..."
and those shards of luck stuck in the earth
unsure, whether it's worth it to pluck out of the filthy dirt

i'd rather lift above the ground,
above the crowds of clowns and towns,
to where so many vowed:
the clouds.

how's that sound?
god doesn't need to tell you when you're allowed

Those man-made gates were built out of hate
Lands manipulated, turned narrow and straight
because there's a simple key to reaching your heaven, see?
love.
respect.
integrity.


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When Enough is NOT Enough

woeful dreams of shattered hearts
bode cries of weary souls adrift 
in sorrow’s  impossible embrace

its deathless spirit forever longing 
unknown questions  overwrought
in darken corners without sound

till quiet whisper’s passing hope 
their bosom bursting with secrets
in vain consciously disappeared

a shadowy mystery’s forgotten
nightmare knowingly awakened
in blindness’ forbidden retreat

a senseless loss yet unexplained
engulfed by continuous despair
in a maelstrom’s hidden depths 

its tipping point deeply mired 
by nonstop waves of lost tears 
in a tempest of howling winds

of returned dust e’er scattered
from east to west and beyond
in the cycle of life now undone

when enough is NOT enough
and Hade’s thirst is quenched  
in limbo men’s souls remain

© Eugene Harvey


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In Your Love

Every time you kiss my lips 
I am drowning, I'm drowning
Like a never ending abyss
I am drowning, I'm drowning
Every time you whisper I miss you
I am drowning, I'm drowning
In your love,  in your love.

Life doesn't seem dangerous
When I'm drowning, yeah I'm drowning
Don't take it so serious
Cause I'm drowning, yeah I'm drowning
I don't care what they think of us
Cause I'm drowning, yeah I'm drowning
In your love, in your love

~ Leonard Napierskie


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Warrior

Man strives throughout his life, to gain affliction,
He is a warrior, for his life, not for the nation.
Since birth, he attempts to win positions,
This marks his ambitions to make collision.

Since the very day he takes birth,
Has to struggle, making life worth.
When an infant, he began to observe,
As he grows, life takes curve.

Arriving to youth, steps up to progress,
With his ammunitions, struggles for desired bliss.
Arising towards his goal never looks back,
Stalking his dream, for success, he never gets slack.

As the warrior grows old, he drops arm,
Retired soldier gets pension as acquired charm.
As death draws its curtains, he tell,
Not to conquer, but to fight well.


Details | I do not know? | |

I Care for You

you'll never be alone
as long as i care for you
Hear my whispers in the dark
my voice is clear and true
when darkeness comes
reach out for me
i'll light the night with stars 
so you could see
that you tried so hard
but it wasnt meant to be
you got so far 
you almost made it to victory
in the end
it was full of pain
it doesnt even matter
because that pain didnt stay
whenever you fall
i'll always catch you
when you've think you lost
i'll be there to remind you
you'll never be alone
as long as i care for you


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SPECIAL PLAYMATE

I'm standing in the doorway,
And watching for her car.
Mommy said she comes today,
I can’t wait to feel her arms.

She always reads me stories
And tickles me to sleep.
She gives me toys and bible books
That I will always keep.

I ride her back like ‘horsie’
She makes me laugh too much,
And throws me up into the air,
This person that I love.

I wish that all my friends
Could have someone like her.
A grandma to adore them
And put them in her prayers.

My brother is too young now
To roll upon the floor.
Whenever he gets old enough,
He’ll join me at the door.

We’ll watch for her to get here
Then play with her all day.
There’s no one else like 'Nana',
It’s meant to be that way.


While on the way to visit my grandsons one day, my daughter sent a text picture 
(the one you see in my blog) of my grandson standing in the doorway with the 
door wide open, waiting...looking for my car. He knew I was coming. There's 
something very special about the bond between a grandparent and grandchild. I 
wrote this for my grandchildren.



Details | Free verse | |

The march of the penguins

The little penguins march along the ice
Battling against them
The might of the long winter’s crisis 
The small ones under their mother’s bellies they crawl 
Into a world of cold, their eyes opened
Marching weeks and months 
Just to find
Some miracle rough food
The mothers and children stay 
The fathers leave
Walking and marching for miles
And in between 
The Crisis changes into the worse
Where the large bird descends 
Toward the small penguins
The ones who have mothers
Run to them 
While other shield themselves
By squeezing tightly together
As the merciless bird strikes
Some mange to run 
While finally one is caught
In the ugly beast’s claws 
And eventually gets eaten cruelly…
And when the dads come
Some find their sons 
While others
Just endure another crisis similar  
And for some
The dad recognizes his son 
By his or her song
And beautifully they unite again 
The father, mother, son
Stand
Together, proud and remarking 
How beautiful their son is 
And patiently the season changes
Summer comes, the ice melts
In the water they splash and swim 
Day by day 
All of the small penguins
Grow up
Their parents leaving them to a path of their own 
They march again 
How significant and enduring 
I can’t describe how
A penguin really suffers…


 


Details | Heroic Couplets | |

The Most Fierce Love

When you await that day for so long just to see their face, 
 Not too much longer will you have to go, you're almost to Home Base.
All the pain you've been through, will be worth it in the end.
 One look at that precious face, and you'll be the envy of some friends.

You look over to the side and see a tiny bed which is clear, 
 So you can see each precious feature of a child that is very near.
When you're almost done and you feel that final tear.
 The pain and anticipation is almost more than you can bear.

Here comes a tiny bundle of dark hair and gorgeous eyes, 
 Ten little fingers and ten tiny toes, it scared me at first since I heard no cries.
Finally, my son is born and I thank God he is alive, and FINALLY here.
 A perfect child in my eyes, and I'm incandescently happy, but also full of fear.

Will I be a good Mother, will I know what to do?
 This is all so scary, and oh so very new.........
I hold him closely to my heart, 
 I'm Finally a Mommy, no time to fall apart.

I KNOW I can do this, I don't really have a choice.
 The moment I found out I was pregnant, I began to rejoice.
Now I have two children, and I only had to give birth to one!
 Illyanna and I now await for our children to grow and have fun.


Details | Free verse | |

Moved

facing the first time
her wheel-chaired son on the move
saddest vale of tears

driving his wheelchair
his face splashes happiness
enjoying his ride

watching two people
having their own point of view
I can relate to

we meet now and then
all those years I saw his smile
ten inspiring years 

an impressive guy
cleaning his second wheelchair
for tomorrows ride 

Note: 11.30.2012: message from his wife: "I did not expect my husband to be "on the internet' in such a unusual and also very special way. You have touched me very  deeply with your poignant poem.  Thank you so very much."


Details | Free verse | |

Hunting the zero man

A spoilt photo,a wasted life,
failure as a father,the experiment didn't come off.
So great was my abhorrence at the sight of humanity
that i decided to give her the go-by.
Ladies and gentlemen i introduce you,
the disintegration of my personality.
Brand me with a red-hot iron,iam the killer,
Lynch me ,who will struck the first blow?
Be stunned because iam the zero man.
Fully aware of the danger,iam the cracker man
so don't be soppy.
Sentimentalism is the reason of stupidity
and the end justifies the means.
Nothing ever put me out,no shiver all over my body.
Zero.
I will save my skin once again,believe it or not
and i will do this with fussiness,take it or leave it.

A clenched-fist salute to the dead child in front of my car.

I killed again giving birth to nothing.


Details | Rhyme royal | |

Sweet Rap

I'm gonna speak my mind, I'm gonna talk loud.
I want you to come with me, and the rest of your hot crowd.

Excuse-me-ladies, come over, and take a sip.
Please-be-with-me, I'm well equipped in the hips.

I've dreamed of you, since the day I could crawl.
Dropped my jaw, when I saw, y'all, tall, in the hall.

So, sit back, relax, on the bench, I'm the coach.
As I move close, start to make my approach.

When I look in your eyes, I can't explain how I feel.
For real, chill, in your beauty, time sits still.

I would swim the across the seas, just to get one sight.
Of all your beauty, Cutie, and to kiss you goodnight.

Drop, and hop, right over the winning team.
Cause, U without me, is like strawberries, without cream.

Just remember one thing, before my rap quit.
My name is T Rabbit and I'm your number one pick!


Details | Haiku | |

Monument

Forgotten but here
Remembered yet never there
Why do you exist?


Details | Ballad | |

To you A whole

I can’t say it yet, but I will
When I can effect you and instill 

My mind and emotions you destroy
Like a soul you own. Like a toy

One day I will defeat you!
Punch, kick, and beat you

The bruises and cuts sting right now
I want to get you away, but how?

All I hear from you is pain and torment
It is a waiting game for the one single moment

Learning hate and dismissal with indifferent tones
While I sit in a bed weak and alone

Brings me to my resolve and what I must do
Get ride of the demon and ass whole in you

My days of suffering come to an end
When I make that phone call and bring you in

Relief in the eyes of my mom and brothers a real
We made it through this whole ordeal

Most of all I except the role you failed and didn’t deserve
Bread winner in a house that can finally be heard!


Details | I do not know? | |

A Prayer for Bryce

God, Just Think of him,
Your power is greater than we can comprehend.

Just Think of him,
Your thought of healing works before we can act.

Just Think of him,
Your words comfort what we don’t understand.

Just Think of him,
Your presence gives death new life.

Just Think of him,
Your grace makes life’s imperfections disappear.

Just Think of him,
Your mercy gives hope where we can not see.

Just Think of him,
God just think of him and I know he can over come.
Please Just Think of him.


Details | Rhyme | |

God is God and I am man

God is God and I am man
God made man from dirt and sand
God made woman from mans side
God gave woman for mans bride
God gave them both a garden fair
God gave it all but one tree that was there
God said don't eat or you will die
Satan came in and told woman a lie
Woman chose to eat and then did man
God locked the two out of that land
Man tilled the earth and his garden he grew
Woman was fruitful she bore two
Cain was a farmer and his seconds he brought
Able tended sheep and gave his best as one ought
Cain for selfishness God chastised
Able for faithfulness was rightouse in Gods eyes
Cain let his jealousy stew and brew
Abel his brother he viciously slew
God saw mans sin grow by leaps and bounds
God sent a flood to wash them from the ground
God saved Noah and his family
God saved some animals all that you see
Noah built the ark and in they went
Gods wrath poured out His anger he vent
God put a rainbow in the sky
God repented then promised to you and I
Never will I flood the whole world again
And on Gods oath you can depend
Man again forgot who he was
Man sinned as he pleased just because
God He knew just what to do
God sent His son for me and you
Woman chose to obey the Lord
God gave her His son and He she bore
Christ was born the sinless man
Christ stood where no mere man can
Christ took our sin He took it all
Christ let man take and beat Him raw
Christ let man torture and nail Him to a cross
Christ shed all of His blood so no one would be lost
Christ gave His life and was laid in a borowed tomb
Satan thought is was over man had met his doom
Christ in three days from that tomb He came
Man now had life from the lamb that was slain
Christ lives forever triumphant and true 
Gods most preciouse gift for me and you


Details | Free verse | |

Batman

Wearing a dishtowel around his shoulders as a cape
This gleeful child claiming to be Batman
Jumping off the footstool,
Leaping around the room,
Determined to save the world

Now grown, a world of worries of his own,
The enemy,    a mighty foe
This Batman, has nowhere to go
A deeper furrow in his brow
Can this super-hero still come to know
the answers to life's Riddle's, thrown
or defend against a Joker's scorn?

Or will life tear you into two? ......
Till someone comes to rescue you? 

__________________________
For P . D. 's Contest #3


Details | Light Poetry | |

TONIGHT

Tonight, our destiny in time and space 

seconds minutes hours and two days 

tomorrow the future a pose a phrase 

enigma of time as souls we pace 
 
as we are one but no more the same 

we ache we bleed we love we gain

and tonight this passions lullaby 
 
of Fearless love and forbidden time 
 
Two sighing souls one burning love 
 
Mortals of  hell or a heaven above 

 As we have tonight if only tonight 

Carpe diem we seize the night 
 
Tonight 

For all we have is Tonight


Details | Rhyme | |

My Sons Are Special to Me

My Sons Are Special to Me!

Listen my sons!  It's plain to see!
You’re special to God!  And special to me!

When God gave me a son!  He gave me his best!
I’ll say that I LOVE YOU!  And will never rest!

I’m blessed to know you!  I praise God for it!
He already knows!  But I want you to know it!

Wherever you travel…  And wherever you go!
May you find God’s peace and rest for your soul!

He loves you so much!  May his spirit touch you!
That you will know how much he loves you!

You’re both so special!  May you believe it!
All of my love and prayers…  May you receive it!

Blessings to you!  My special sons that you are!
I will shout “you’re special!”  Aloud and afar!

Don’t forget about God!  Keep him in mind!
He’ll be there for you!  Every single time!

Thank you Jesus, for the sons you’ve given!
May they serve YOU, all the days they’re livin’!

By Jim Pemberton   10/01/13



Details | Free verse | |

The Road

The old man sits on the edge of his seat
quiet in manner with words you can't beat
dust swirls, his inspiration in the clouds
at the stroke of his pen, he can silence the crowds.
the young man stands in the nook of the room
anxious to be seen but always swept by the broom,
he blows away with a shutter and is lost in the sky
right then, the old man leaks tears as he begins to cry.
as dusk turns to night and the stars show their eyes
the young man floats down and passes on by.
at the front of the porch the old man now resides
he watches the young man take leaps in his strides.
astonished by this amazing feat
the young man has got him up out of his seat
thinking of things that could and will now be
he follows the young man on an un-found course he'll soon see.
the young man trembles undoubtedly into the unknown
briskly walking on thorns and reaping what he has sown.
going further and further down the barren road
baring the burdened weight of an undeserving load.
calling to attention the sunrise
as the morning has now arrived,
the young man turns bewildered by the silence
to see the old man quiet in manner, but revealing his guidance
before them is the course that's much less trodden
but as they walk, it slowly begins to broaden.
their days journey turns again to night,
two paths now lie, one with no light.
the young man whimsically follows the path lit by torch
to find at the end, the old man sitting on his porch.
the old man sits on the edge of his seat
quiet in manner with words you can't beat,
the young man stands at the top of the porch stairs
"father you've guided me home"
he proudly declares.


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An Adulterous Situation

An Adulterous Situation I knew of a couple, involved in an adulterous situation. A person involved, claimed that he was a Christian! He told others that he wanted to tell her about the Lord… But this involvement in sin, he couldn’t well “afford!” A “casual” encounter led to the marriage’s destruction. Her husband was so hurt, he could hardly “function.” How could this man think there’s “nothing wrong with it.” “It must be fine.” He thought. “everyone’s doing it!” Jesus has come, that we might have freedom from within! Going to church, doesn’t give us a “license to sin!” God gave us marriage, as a holy and divine covenant! He gave us his word, so that our lives can be abundant! May this be a stern warning to one and all! That which may look attractive, will cause us to fall! If there’s something more from marriage that you desire… Be careful! Your deep passions will burn like a fire! May I encourage you to pray and seek the Lord above! And ask him to build your marriage on his love! Only he can restore everything the enemy has taken! He’ll be with you, when you may feel totally forsaken! Adultery is like a cancer cell… That will eventually destroy! It’ll rob you of the many blessings, that God wants you to enjoy! What God has joined as one... May there be no separation! But a heart of unselfishness, and a renewed dedication! By Jim Pemberton


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Pain As A Catalyst For Faith

I never sought your money, never sought your gold
all I ever asked, was for the truth to be told
while time has passed, my hope has faded
G-d only knows, how long I had waited

Memories I have as a little boy, once happy just to play with my toy
but as I grew up my mind did ponder, if truth really existed over yonder
reaching adulthood I saw for myself, the lies which my soul had been fed
only by the grace of G-d was I prevented, my steps to purgatory from being led

Now I am older, being blessed with a family of my own 
left with so many questions, and still very very much alone
perhaps if only I could make sense, to understand who you really are
a chance to at least to be able, with hope to remove this scar 

And you my forebearer, although you brought me into being
you gave me my strength, but my faith gave me my seeing 
but now your are old, and you can no longer pretend
despite our relationship, gone is the ability for me to mend

Those missed opportunities, now my mother is no longer 
only after her death, did I realize she made me stronger
my internal tears how inconsolable, when this truth set in
oh how much I failed to honor her while alive, this my sin

"Honor thy father and thy mother", have we been commanded
for no other reason or purpose, other than He has demanded
no matter how much grief or anger, you feel from you they deserve
avoid bringing punishment upon your soul, your anger do not preserve

Lessons of a lifetime, skeletons in the closet we all do hide
varying durations of time we have been pained, in whom to confide
there can be no escape, for our actions will we be judged
how difficult to overcome our ego, to this we can't be budged

While we cannot go back, stopping those hands from turning time
but we can seek to redirect ourselves, focusing toward the sublime
charity starts at home, therefore it's for our own ultimate good
eternal bliss really does await us, if we but only understood


Details | Pastoral | |

The Robertson named Eric

I came to know you when I couldn't remember,
It didn't take long for us to bind,
Grandpa was a special name, loving and tender,
We were often together inseparable like twine.

So many times you gave much love and pleasure,
Grandpa you were smart, patient, handy and caring,
We went to the zoo, biking, fishing plus more which I'll treasure,
The talents and attention you gave made it hard for sharing.

You taught me about life and how to be,
To live honourably truthfully faithfully and just,
To smell flowers, touch the willows, taste blackberries and see,
That few things in life come free... hard work is a must.

The highlights of your life shall be forever sweet,
The red canoe, bagpipes, your bike and handmade leather,
The cabin, falls, syrup and the whoop to - do - trail, what a treat,
Wherever you were was great, no matter what the weather.

Now dear Grandpa for a time we must depart,
Heaven will be a better place because you are there,
We will miss you, especially those close in heart,
Till we meet again your message and memories we'll share.


With love from you family and one of the many people who will miss you:
your Grandson William

P.S. - Here, there or in the air... (1 Thess.4:13-18)


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A Dedication

Inspiration Admiration
you who are my only one true creation.
I write this to you as a dedication.

My life now has purpose
I no longer live on the surface
through you I have gained insight
I now see the light.

Although the tides have been rough,
I can not imagine a life lived without you
It simply would not be enough.

You are Gods greatest gift to me
You are everything I never knew I wanted.
You are my perfect family.
In you I have found sanctuary.


Details | Blank verse | |

A Thin Smile

I sat down to write a happy song
But the words won't come
And neither will the tears.


Details | Rhyme | |

Still In Love With My Wife


Still In Love With My Wife...

My son came to me with 
a question on his mind.
I said; “Not now son—
I just don't have the time.”
He said, “Daddy—are you still 
in love with Mommy?”
“Do you love her like you did when 
I was in her tummy?”

My eyes choked with tears; 
“Yes son I really do!”
“I'm in love with her...
and I appreciate you.”
“Daddy—will you always love
me like you do mom?”
“Yes my son—my love for you 
will always belong.”

I looked down and much to my surprise.
There were tears running
down my son's eyes.
He came running to me with arms wide open.
“Thank you daddy” were his words spoken.
I picked him up and gave
him a great big hug.
As I let him down, on my shirt I felt a tug.

His little arm reached up to grab my hand.
I knew that what I said,
he began to understand.
I love his mom so much—my wonderful wife.
She's been such a blessing-
a great part of my life!

By Jim Pemberton 



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The Addiction Of Pornography


The Addiction Of Pornogtaphy...

.
A Christian brother had a confession.
Pornography in his life was an addiction .
I couldn't believe the words 
I began to hear.
As a message of hopelessness from 
his lips began to appear.

I began to see tears running down his cheek.
“I go to counseling once a week.”
This was a “man of God” as many believed.
True joy and fulfillment were no longer achieved.

As the lust in his heart began to burn.
Jesus-his once true love-he longed to return.
In the coming days and weeks ahead.
So many ungodly thoughts entered his head.

He began to lose his family and all he cherished.
His life before him began to perish
Then one night in deep agony, 
to God, he cried out;
“Is this what life is really all about?”


“Dear Jesus...in repentance I come to you.”
“I have sinned against God and my family too.”
He forsook the things he thought gave him pleasure.
And lived according to God's word
—his true treasure.
Run from every evil temptation
& lust of the flesh.
Or your life will end up in a huge mess!

Pornography in your life will destroy and decay.
From it's appearance—you must run away!
Enjoy Godly relationships as
Christ meant them to be.
Walk anew in God's love—Only HE 
can SET YOU FREE!

By Jim Pemberton


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The Road Of Life


As you start your journey through life
So many thoughts run through your head
Will the choices you make be right
Or will you stumble instead
Which road will lead to happiness
Will you be tempted to stray?
Will you be true to your values
Or will you turn away?

You will meet many strangers
Many will become friends
If you choose them wisely
A good friendship never ends
They will be there for you forever
To raise you up when you fall
You will be there for each other
You only have to call

As you begin your great adventure
Your new world may seem strange
But if you keep an open mind
You will soon embrace the change
Follow your dreams my son
But keep your values strong
Follow the golden rule
And you will never go wrong

It’s your life my child
Go follow your personal star
It may take you far from home
But no matter where you are
On your journey to success
It matters not your station in life
Or how much money you posses
Never forget where you came from
Goodbye…good luck…God Bless!

Copyright©2011 Beatrice Boyle
(All rights reserved)




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I've Got Pain Inside, But No One Cares

When you smile at me i laugh at you
When you laugh at me i smile back
I try and hide the pain and agony I feel
So i left this earth and went to Mars
to live closer to the lovely stars;
you might not think it's true

You say you know me 
you act like you know me
you even talk like you do,
but that's not true

You talk about me like you know me from deep inside
you have even tried to have that denied
but sooner or later i'm gonna die
and no one will care

To you and them it doesn't matter anymore
'Cause I'll be under the soiled floor
I'll be forgotten;

never spoke of
I'll be hurt and killed because of love
no one will miss me 
i'll die with no one's sympathy
they won't even ask what happened to me

Livin' alone i think i hate myself
It's like i'm on the top of a never-ending bookshelf
feelin' as if i'm gonna fall any second now
I'm gonna die and won't remember how

I'm sayin' to the world "good-bye"
now i'm gonna ask you this:

Can ya hear my shouts and cries 
can ya see the tears in my eyes 
can ya hear, can ya see, can you feel me?

baby, please...help me
take the pain away
so i'll never deal with it for
another day


Details | Narrative | |

God or Father Christ

Apostle is a priest
Eternal Son is the Apostle of Eternal Father
Eternal Father gave the name Christ when He was baptized by St. John the Baptist
He ordered the 12 apostle to preach His Gospel

He was the Highest Priest of the Universal Church
Universal means Catholic or Roman Catholic
There is a purgatory
Yes, purgatory is in the bible

The 2nd book of Maccabees, Old Testament
Purgatory or Purification
Intellectually understood 
All as in everybody should be under Eternal Son’s Universal Church

Eternal Son is the Highest Priest of the Catholic or Roman Catholic Church
It is for the righteous to call Eternal Son Father Christ
Eternal Father is in Him
Father Christ sends the Holy Spirit


Christians will be in the Purgatory
Until they learn from their Initiation before going to heaven
On earth is called Rite of Christian Initiation for Adults R.C.I.A. to be the true Christian
Three types are slain

Father Christ is the pathway to heaven
To face Eternal Father and the Divines
It is my job to inform everybody
Visit www.fatherchristdivinetruth.org to know more


Details | Rhyme | |

TAG

Tag! Your it! Like in the school days.
I got your mind lost, like you were in a corn maze.
This isn't Halloween, just another day of the week.
I'm always getting candy. I say forget trick or treat.
You can forget Flasnick. People just call me Flash.
My rap game's so scary, I say hell with the mask.
Forget Jason, They call me Lil T.
Wake up it's not Freddy, it's me you see in your dreams.
I'm rated X. Noway I'm PG13.
Sisco and Ebert said not to see the damn thing.
So if you do, you better call me the king.
I'll give you six days to live. I'm more hard core then the Ring!


Details | Verse | |

Barefoot

earth so solid,

grass so green,

the sweetest toes I've ever seen.

smile so radiant,

hand so small,

in this moment I have it all.

dirt so pure,

water cold,

here is the place my heart unfolds.

play with me mama,

dance with me,

sing to me,

let your soul go barefoot...


Details | Suzette Prime | |

Life in a Dream corrected

Moments to Reflect
Life found in a Dream 
Today I’m a lonely man living in a cold, cold world filled with indifferences and malice. As time marches on a harsh reality come to my mind, time is on no one’s sided, it is only given once and all must die and tomorrow is not guaranteed. This seems so mean because having no one to really love or so it seemed, I was just a lone no one was on my team.
I started to think and reminisce about the think in life that I missed. Tears appeared in my eyes and my heart skips a beat so I lay down and felled into a deep, deep sleep. Suddenly and to my surprise I was on a beach with soft sand underneath feet. The sky was so blue and the air smelled oh so sweet; it dawned on me that this was a place few have ever seen.
I walk down to the water and what did I see; the sea was strange so let me explain; it was made of crystal with a glow all of its own and the waves gave off a musical tone. As my mind adjusted to sounds and the sight I spied out another wonderful delight. There across the sea, a city brighter than the northern lights, oh what a beautiful sight.
I fell down to my knees overwhelmed by the glory that was before me. I thought that I had died and stepped to the other side. I knew what I was seeing before just could not be true, such beauty, it could not exist, not in my world, never like this. A melody that I have never heard before arose from the City across that crystal sea. It had to be played by Angels, the music was so, so sweet; that I felt a joy from my head to my feet and knew deep in my heart that was where I belong,
Just when I decided to dive in and swim to the other side, I heard a soft voice call out my name. I turned around to see who it was that called out my name. There He was this gentle looking Man with sadness in His eyes. He spoke to me and this is what He said; my son, my son you cannot dive in and swim to the other side. So I ask Him why I can’t swim to the other side, that’s easy for me, am going to try.  No, no, no it not for you it not your time was His only reply. I did not understand His reason but I felt His command and suddenly my feet was stuck in the sand, I cried out with hurt and pain in my voice; what lies on the other side, who are you and why can I not go on the other side?
This is the story that He told:
The city that you see beyond the crystal sea it belongs to me and it has streets that are paved in gold. There are many mansions lining the roads and in each one there are treasures that are a wonders to behold. There is no hunger, sickness or death, life everlasting and there you will find rest and for all eternity you will be My guest.  Now I will answer your second question, my son, my son; I Am, who I Am! I came to earth a long time ago and I prepared The Way for all my children to come home. This is some that you should know, for it was written for all to read a long time ago. I am always with you in your times of needs you are never ever all alone. Last but not the least you ask me why; my son, my son it’s just not your time. 
Seek and you will find, knock and the door will be open, and until you love Me, it will never be. Now go back and remember what you seen and what you have heard, because time grows short. Spread My words that My kingdom draws near, repent, repent and stop causing Me tears.
I suddenly opened my eyes and I was home in my bed and I start to cry. Never have I felt such joy and peace deep within. I went down on my knees and I ask the Lord Jesus to please come in and would you please forgive me of all of my sins, please come and live inside of me until the end. I now sow the seeds and when the harvest comes the Lord will know if they landed on fertile ground. Keep this in mind cause when it is time He will separate wheat from the weeds and set all of His children free.
(Warning, Warning)
The time is now, and do it before it to late! 
Time is on no one side.
Everyone want to go to heaven but no one want to die.
You do not have to worry if you have Jesus inside.
He there for the asking want you try
Do you want Him? He want you, it about free will and you must choose.
The Gift is free, Heaven are hell which will it be?
I hope that I have sowed a seed and it will grow, but it will only grow if you truly believe and have faith deep within your heart and soul.
Time waits for no one!
Faith is something sight unseen will you not set your spirit free? Is it so hard for you to believe that Jesus is the answer and all you need? The door is open want you please come in? Don’t you think it time to find that Kingdom that is way up high filled with riches up in the sky?
 


Details | I do not know? | |

The Child, 1 2 1

A spirit as fragile as glass
A soul virgin in depth
As innocent to the world as to him or herself.
A stranger to emotions, a vessel covered in flesh and a unknown purpose here, on this earth  
to be discovered , yet.
Circumstances surrounding his or her conception is not known, but the child is a "gift" from 
one... to two...then back to one.
The Child is "joy" whether a daughter or son.
A world commanded by nine and not by ten, created of three, defined as one.
Let the writer's write about the child's world in view and inform the Gatekeeper to prepare to review .  

copyright @2004,2010 by Carrie M. Love-Atkins  


Details | Acrostic | |

His Name is Jeremy

Justice his goal, his words polite

Eager to help friends with their plight

Relies on small things for delight

Expressive in what he does write

Mighty in love, peaceful and quite

Yields to actions that are forthright


Details | Rhyme | |

Bosnian Proverb

"Infants drink milk"
From the hands and breasts of their mothers
When such small bottles are called our babies.
"Children drink blood"
From the wrists and necks of their fathers
As these vials struggle to be men and ladies.


Details | Free verse | |

The Good, Green Earth

Once upon an early dark, upon the cusp of time, 
way before the planets came, and way before the light. 
Deep inside the black of space, a spark was to ignite, 
against all odds it grew into a fire that multiplied. 
And as the fire stretched across the waiting canvas face, 
particles were born and strewn about the empty space. 
Temperature would heat until new plasma was infused, 
radiation came along and jumped into the stew. 
Atoms came to form and bond while temperatures cooled, 
and when the fog had settled there, the first starlight shown through. 
Now amidst the chaos and the melee came a stir, 
of gravity attracting matter, packed and soon preserved. 
This would happen many times, but of these, one would yield, 
from an iron, lava core, a magnetic field. 
A celestial body would impact the second one, 
while pieces made the Moon, the mass collected near the Sun. 
This great mass was hit upon by shards from outer space, 
the impacts would perform as catalysts to what took place. 
What took place was an atmosphere of hydrogen that formed, 
it cooled and steam escaped the crust as clouds gave the first storm. 
Rain brought oceans, underneath; the plates lifted the land, 
the tilt would lay the weather as the seasons would command. 

-And this is where we leave my story, now yours must be heard, 
Goodnight to creatures, big and small, 
upon the good green Earth.


Details | I do not know? | |

Young Heart

From my youth,
I knew no goodness 
Teach me His truth
So that I will meet success

I hope I'm making little progress

From my youth,
I knew very little at first
Teach me Your truth 
Or I'll remain in thirst

I thirst for His spirit - to renew my faithfulness

I have a nourished heart
But, evilness broke it apart
I had an energetic soul  
But agony took its toll 

And now I pray
To Him who mends us all
To save my young heart
From the fear of losing control...

Do I still have an innocent, 
Young heart? 


Details | Rhyme royal | |

Indebtedness of Sons

There have been great men of lofty stature,
champions to grateful populations
with virtues others struggle to capture, 
they constantly surpass expectations  
and are heroes to envious nations. 
Yet, all men who inspire to right and good, 
cannot ignore their debt to Motherhood. 


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Creation, Curse and Promise

Since eternity past God the Father Son & Holy Spirit dwelled in unity and sweet fellowship.
Then Three-In-One decided to make a marvelous universe with an earth for life to dwell.
Creating an amazing array of creatures was the easy part – the risk was on the last made.
For unlike other creatures, man & woman were made in God's likeness with a Spirit.

That Spirit communicated with God, and harmony reigned as earth was well cared for.
Freedom to do was great – limited by but one tree that the humans were not to ear from.
At that tree, Satan disguised himself as an innocent snake and asked the woman questions.
Did God really say don't eat from this tree?  Well, that's to keep you from becoming like Him.

Look its fruit is beautiful and one bite and you'll know what God does and be Jehovah's equal.
Eve was confused, for this didn't sound like what Adam said God told her, but wouldn't it be grand.
If God is so good, why would he keep this secret from us of being able to be like Him – is He jealous?
The firm, juicy fruit was indeed delicious, and she quickly called Adam to taste, which soon he did.

A small act? Every war, family problem, anger, hatred, lie, killing, stealing, rape, abuse came herefrom.
The beauty of God's creation was now marred with sin that affected every part with death and decay.
God graciously gave Adam & Eve animal skins for no longer would they live in Eden's perfect climate.
From now on there would be sweat for the food they ate and exceedingly great pain during childbirth.
Even their firstborn would murder their second, starting the cycle of revenge and killing that's ongoing.

Yet God also made a promise that one would come who would crush Satan's head while being bruised.
"In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God and the Word was God" clues us in to who.
For God's Son Himself would come to teach, heal and offer His life on a Cross to destroy our death curse.
Our sins He would bear and in rising He's seal the promise of eternal life, so great we Jesus' love for us.

For Jesus the cost was unbelievably high, and for us the reward is incredibly great – if we but accept.
Accept that I am a sinner, I've done wrong and need God's forgiveness to live with His perfection.
Accept that Jesus can do what I cannot – change my heart, make my Spirit alive to forever live with God.
This being GOD, the promise of heaven and new earth is sure, though pain lies in between.  Choose now.

For GOD and all creation cry out – this is what life is meant for – to know and love One's Maker.
As humans we live eternally with or apart from God, and His great desire is that we choose with.
But just as an earthly Father cannot force true love, nor does our Heavenly Father – He waits.
Though He made all and knows beginning from end, he waits and yearns that we receive His love.

Then love and be loved by Jesus in life's harshness & delight, sharing that love with other lost children
To work in harmony with the One who made us, makes life new again as our spirit is filled with new life.
There can be dry days when we don't feel His presence, and others so full that we want to shout for joy.
The fact is Our Father GOD, our Savior Jesus, the Holy Spirit, are always with us and never will leave us. Amen.


Details | I do not know? | |

'Bout Time

Hey you!  You’re a mum
‘Bout time you talked to your son
Where was he last night?
Came home, what a sight
Lingering smoke
‘Bout time you sat down and spoke.

He ain’t got a job
Well dressed, not a slob
Cut hands, torn clothes
Bruised cheek, bloody nose
How come he ain’t broke
‘Bout time you sat down and spoke.

No sense in avoidin’
What went on in Croydon
In Hackney and Ealing
You must have a feeling
The destruction and riot
This ain’t the time to keep quiet.

Full of excuses
Substances abuses
Lack of respect
Which you’ve come to expect
Why d’you let it go on
Where did it go wrong?

Hey you! You should listen
This discord and friction
It won’t go away
This ain’t no way to behave
You need to ask questions
What are his intentions?

Hey you! You’re a mum
'Bout time you talked to your son?


Details | Free verse | |

To Fly with the Eagles

There was a time when I felt like an ace
I hovered over hills quite green
Swam above waves of soft white lace
Flew with the eagles in pursuit of my dream.
	
And I knew I was loved
And I knew what was true
And I knew who I was
And I knew what I had to do.

Along the way, as I walked life’s maze
I came to face a forest of pine needles
Got caught in the undertow’s embrace
Ran into dark clouds where I lost sight of the eagles.

And I forgot I was loved
And I forgot what was true
And I forgot who I was
And I forgot what I had to do.

I ran into dead ends that ate at my tenacity
Took up work, harvesting a farmer’s crop in the valley
Fought my way and prayed the sea would not swallow me
Took a break to rest my weary wings and keep a low key.

And I remembered I was loved
And I remembered what was true
And I remembered who I was
And I remembered what I had to do.

And in that time, I met friends who shared my load
I found a family who made me feel I belong
Someone grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the sea’s hold
An eagle came by my side and made me feel so strong.

And I knew I was loved 
And I knew what was true
And I knew who I was
And I knew what I had to do.


By CarolineCécile, June 12, 2009.


Details | Rhyme | |

Which direction in life Are You Oriented to

…

Quite often, there’s a lot of speculation…
Regarding a person’s “orientation.”

As each day goes by… It appears to me.
Many are confused as to what they want to be.

Which direction one goes…  Is “anybody’s guess…”
No wonder this world’s  an “upside-down” mess!

The Bible says; “straight is the way.”  
And “narrow is the gate.”
One needs to make up his mind. 
 Before it’s too late!

If one is confused.  Let me point
 into this direction.
It’s the word of God that gives
 much needed correction

A “spiritual orientation” is 
what needs to take place!
There’s a God who loves us!  
And offers his grace!

If one is still unhappy with the way
 they’re created…
We’re wonderfully designed by God! 
 This shouldn’t be debated!

Allow God’s word to orientate 
your life today!
And listen to what your creator 
really has to say!

Where there is emptiness…  God’s love does
 much more abound…
Allow the Holy Spirit to turn 
your life around!

Jesus alone can change your 
whole way of living!
His life for yours…  
Is what HE is giving!

By Jim Pemberton    03/01/11


Details | Ballade | |

Haver

So many people have lost their lives
Too many husbands have struck their wives
when can we get over this horrible hate
will we learn our lesson before it's too late

there goes the sun
there goes the sun!
we've walked so many miles and we've only begun
so march onward my son into the distant blue
don't be afraid I'll come back for you

So many lies stacked up before us all
will we catch ourselves before we fall
I guess it's not fair to me and you
that the walk is so long and the breaks are so few

there goes the moon
there goes the moon!
down and out and under but don't give up so soon
so keep forward my son and keep walking on
before the night is over you'll be ready for the dawn

why is there no one left there on the hill
is it because we shot him down with our words that kill
when will we learn that it's far from over
will it be when we rest under ground beneath earth and clover

there goes my boy
there goes my boy!
onward he marches in search of pride and joy
just keep headin' forward though you're tired and sore
your walkin' days aren't over but 
my son, you're ready, for more!!!


Details | Free verse | |

'Man' - Part I

See, I try to make sure my facial hair is
symmetrical on both sides of my face.
It’s not. I know it’s not. You may not be able to tell, but it’s not.

I don’t get much chest hair on the right
side, but there quite a bit on the left, so I just end up shaving it all off
because, well, who wants one hairy peck?

I switched to boxers in the 7th grade
because my high school actually had changing rooms, and I figured briefs were
embarrassing.

I’ve never hit anybody outside of a martial
arts class, and even then it was mostly me getting hit. Well, that’s a lie. I
punched my friend when I was three because he pulled my sister’s hair. I still
feel bad about that. Also I don’t know martial arts.

I don’t like to hurt people or kill things;
I’ll follow a spider around forever with a napkin or a box just so I can carry
it outside. This one time I accidentally drowned a daddy-long-legs and it
ruined my whole damn day.

I like to feel things. I like that I’m so
easily moved by other people’s suffering; that I have to bite the inside of my
cheek in the movie theater just to keep it together sometimes, but I don’t like
that I feel the need to keep it together.

I am... a man. Am I?

Who sets the beat to which I must
Align my gait, my stance, my stride?

Who draws the lines of should and shouldn’t?
These lines embedded in my grandfather’s
forehead
As he furrows his brow to scold my
shoulder-length hair

See, I come from a land of chivalry
Where all men are (men men men men manly men
men men)
Where gender roles are rooted in fear and
insecurity
And every man is a threat because I am not a
man without a leash on my woman

How low must this bladed pendulum swing?
How long my beard? How trimmed my hair?
How unchecked must my rage go?
How low must this pendulum swing?
No, how low must my scrotum hang?

See, I come from a line of angry men
Old and hard, with saddened eyes
Men of principle and veracity
Traders, merchants and builders.

But see, I come from a line of free-spirited
women
Socialites, teachers and artists
Who look their best and speak their minds
And hardly age at all

I am not a creature of honor
Shame brings with it the comfort of my own
fallibility
I am not a creature of honor
I am not a creature of lineage or conquest


Details | Couplet | |

Little Children

Oh, what a joy little children are ! Juice in the video, sick in the car. Untidy bedroom, scattered toys, girls playing nurses with little boys. Dogs' tails being pulled, a cat's on fire, interrupting the moments of love and desire. Passing the blame for their little crimes, playing with frogs all covered in slime. Screaming their heads off in a plush restaurant, having a tantrum when refused what they want. Arriving home late covered in mud, not going to bed when they know they should. Non-stop talking while dad's watching telly, splashing the walls with ice-cream and jelly. Chocolate stains on their Sunday best, painting funny pictures on granddad's vest. Why do parents' voices echo from afar, Oh, what a joy little children are !


Details | Verse | |

Mama Told Me

Mama told ME,
“When things get HARD,
 Place all of your faith in GOD.
Never worry, everything will be ALRIGHT.

Nothing in life comes without a constant FIGHT.
Sometimes you must actually go left to end up RIGHT.

Sometimes your bright days will quickly change into dark NIGHTS.
You have to know yourself before you can know your WIFE.
Never loose your focus and get caught up in this world’s HYPE.
Always remember you are healed by His STRIPES.”

Remember my son nothing in life comes with constant FIGHT.
Sometimes you must go left to end up RIGHT!”

Mama told ME,
         
“Son life isn’t always fair or even that NICE.
You are the color of DIRT.
There is nothing you can DO,
to make yourself the color of RICE.
You have the heart of a tiger, but you fight with your PRIDE.
     You are blessed with the knowledge to give great ADVICE.”
          
“But never forget, nothing in life comes without a constant FIGHT.
     Sometimes you must go left to end up RIGHT!”

Mama told ME, 

“Everything is not what it appears to BE.
Many people scheme to SEE,
if the other side grass actually GREENER,
or is a perfect relationship, only for a perfect DREAMER!”

 “Remember my son, nothing in life comes without a constant FIGHT.
  Sometimes you must go left to end up RIGHT!”

Mama told ME,

“Be careful what you SAY,
Sometimes the devil comes when we PRAY.
Because he to wants you to have “happy DAYS”
“He does make sure his elite followers are OKAY”
But son even in the midst of the storms all is well in Jesus CHRIST!
Then she said the road will never be easy.“

“But the battles are won with a constant FIGHT.
Sometimes you must go left to end up RIGHT!”

Mama told me many lessons of LIFE
And I remember those words at times when one must go LEFT.
Daily, trying while constantly praying to do and go RIGHT.
It is a harder not only living but being black, and not WHITE.
Like God and Satan, sometimes my pen and paper constantly FIGHTS.
When the devil comes and I feel God isn’t LISTENING.
I remember the words “
Mama told ME,

“The battles are won with a constant FIGHT.
Sometimes you must go left to end up RIGHT!”







Details | Rhyme | |

To My Dad On This Father's Day

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Rhyme | |

God Gave Us Our Sexuality


God Gave Us Our Sexuality… God gave us our sexuality and told us how to use it. But many have ignored him, and have “abused it.” Through his word, he’s given us his “set of rules.” So many have refused it, and have become “fools.” The fool has purposed in his heart God does not exist. Yet his beautiful handiwork is all around their midst. Many have chosen to turn his truth into a lie. And often, they burn in lust till the day they die. Many have offered their bodies for ungodly things. Not caring the consequences this really brings! Many are involved with perversion of various kinds. Having a warped sense of morality in very confused minds So many aren’t happy with the way they're created. Their own sexual identity is often debated. You were wonderfully designed and beautifully made. Please don’t end up as sin’s “sexual slave!” God made you special… And has a perfect will! Your every need… His love can fulfill! Don’t settle for what may be “your innocence lost” Think about the work Christ did on the cross! God can help you to resist the man “sexual temptations.” And can bring to your life his peace and true satisfaction. You don’t have to live like you did before! God can restore your life and do so much MORE1 By Jim Pemberton


Details | Sonnet | |

Would the Memories Devour Her?

Would the Memories Devour Her?

Sarah Jean sat slumped in the old black chair 
She could only muster a cold blank stare
Since the death of her son she didn’t care
Memories assaulted her-“Unfair!”
To take her youngest son and leave her here
She flinched at the thought of him leaving home
He dribbled the ball, spun, snatched the keys from the hook 
His golden grilled smile would be her last look
Lawrence leaped before her like a hologram
She could hear his voice playful even with a demand
“T’ Lady this just is not what we do
You taught me life was for living
Now you’re claiming that your life is through”
“Call me Mama, boy” she scolded “or I’m going to get you!” 

Rhea Dear


Details | Rhyme | |

617 Squadron " The Flight Home "

Brave men brought together
To fly the bombers
To hamper the power
 
Enlistment their will 
To serve the free
All humble men 
As history will see
 
Hearts shaking
On this white knuckle ride
Hero's them all
Side by side
 
Outbound flights
Planes lost
Their families and friends
Count the cost
 
Target reached
Heavy flak
How many of them
Will make it back
 
They turn for home
Chased by the Hun
Machine guns ripping
Flesh so young
 
Wounded they slump
Bullet ridden
Bloodied bodies
Sodden
 
The coast of England up ahead
Welcomes the live
And will remember the dead
 
Distant engines
The airfield hears
Crippled planes
Grow near and near
 
Families gather as they fly over
Did their loved ones
Pass the cliffs of Dover
 
Ambulance, tenders
Race to the scene
Pieces of man
Their life no longer a dream
 
Carried in care 
Blanketed shroud
Dads and sons
Did their country proud
 
The airmen who walked out
Turned and looked to the sky
This mission by men
As they wonder why
 
Pain and suffering 
For the right to be free
As the future has thanked
As we look back and see.
 
 
Dedicated to all who served, to allow us to write and read.
We can fire our words, but they will never make us bleed.


http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-2.php


Details | Free verse | |

Lost Where They do not Belong <> End Line Poem

Parents and spouses to their photo's they look,  Another
           hero was killed fighting for our freedom.   Lost  
                       so far from his home and family,   Today
       we continue to send our sons and daughters,   But
                                there will come a day when,   They
                                      will live as free as we do.   Will
                         we ever learn from these theatres,    Never
                       again should we out live our children.    Be
  cause' another was lost today, but they will never be,    Forgotten



" I hope i have done this form devised by Dane Ann and HG proud "




http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-6.php


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Fallen Angel

Stephen Lewis RIP. Murdered 24-01-2009

FALLEN ANGEL 

Fallen angel, free to roam, 
Your soul hath gone to play.   
God took you in his loving arms, 
To heavens gates that day. 

Fallen angel, shining star, 
A brother, son and friend. 
Harshly taken from this world, 
Tho' you're with us to the end. 

Fallen angel spread your wings,   
In our hearts, your love, we keep. 
Your memory will shine on through,   
As we lay you down to sleep.   

Stephen Lewis RIP 

  A victim of the London culture of knife crime.  24-01-2009


Details | Free verse | |

'Man' - Part II

I had a cat that marked his territory right
into our TV – fried the whole thing
But I will not graffiti my alleyways with
crude phalli,
Spewing armchair warrior slogans across the concrete

My best friend growing up was a real whore,
in the kiss-and-tell sort of way
A real ladies’ man... He was a real bastard,
I’ll tell you that
But I will not line the walls of my den with
taxidermied lovers
Nor will I cage my dove for fear of a hawk.

Does the absence of glimmering swords
Take away from the radiance of her smile?
And what good are these powerful minarets,
Without the sweet, sweet song that echoes across them?

I have not fallen in love with a fish in a
bucket.
I have not fallen in love with a fish in a
bucket that will dart away
Never to be seen, if she ever touches the
sea again...
Which raises the question: why the bucket?

I have no interest in the bucket.
I have no interest in being the fisherman.
I bait no hooks and reel no lines.

I would much rather be a sea horse.
We can all learn a thing or two from the sea
horse.

So enough with this nonsense of honor and
chivalry
Enough of this predefined manliness and
rhetorical dick-waving
Enough of cages and lures and foxes in the
chicken coop

I see a lioness and her fawn under acacia
shadows
While my thirty-something year-old
compatriot playboys
Are on the prowl for pretty young things in
search of a fantasy
Wearing cravates of woven chest hair resting
over shirts not quite buttoned,
With Ralph the Polo Player getting bigger
and bigger

I have no fur coats, and I won’t sport any swag
I have no car horn to honk at your skirts,
No sly comments to mutter as you pass
No scarves to force around your heads
No honor to vest in your purity

I have only my faith in love
And whatever flaws that may bring
So what is it then,
to be a man?


Details | Couplet | |

Crimson Stain—Glorious Stand

With crimson stain on her hands
Kneeling was her glorious stand

Holy Mother cried for her son
Wondering what they had done

Bellowing clouds changing color
Approaching the appointed hour

What stone could seal our faith?
His powers unlocked the gate 

Glorious ascension and praise 
His forgiveness shines with rays

With crimson stain on her hands
Kneeling was her glorious stand

© Joseph, 5/16/08
© All Rights Reserved

~~~~~~~
Third Place Winner
Poieta Couplet Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
June 6, 2008
~~~~~~~


Details | Free verse | |

It's Not A Cult

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


Details | Bio | |

Silly Little Girl

I'm just a silly little girl
Dreaming of a better world.
I smile when I hear a song I like.
I laugh when I watch a girl fight.

I'm not perfect. I'm only human.
When I have a bad day, I get moody and
Sometimes, I take it out on you.
But I do the best I can do.

I'm just a silly little girl
Dreaming of a better world.
I smile when I hear a song I like.
I laugh when I watch a girl fight.

I write too much, but I can't stop.
I refuse to pretend to be someone I'm not.
When I'm home alone, my favorite thing to do
Is turn up my radio, sing in my brush, and dance around the room.

I'm just a silly little girl
Dreaming of a better world.
I smile when I hear a song I like.
I laugh when I watch a girl fight.

I have a million different dreams.
I want to be a million things.
I need ten more lifetimes
To accomplish what I have in mind.

I'm just a silly little girl
Dreaming of a better world.
I smile when I hear a song I like. 
I laugh when I watch a girl fight.

I sing too much and dance in the car.
My friends are my world and we usually go too far,
But we're just silly little kids who love to have fun.
We won't let your dark clouds cover our sun.

I'm just a silly little girl
Dreaming of a better world.
I smile when I hear a song I like.
I laugh when I watch a girl fight.

I wish I could change the problems I see,
But I'm just one person. I'm only me.
I'm still going to work and I will try,
But I need you to help me kiss these problems goodbye.

I'm just a silly little girl
Dreaming of a better world.
I smile when I hear a song I like.
I laugh when I watch a girl fight.

I'm the biggest dork you will ever meet.
I laugh too much and love to sleep.
I have my own style and I hate my hair.
If you don't like me, that's ok. I really don't care.

I'm just a silly little girl
Dreaming of a better world.
I smile when I hear a song I like.
I laugh when I watch a girl fight.


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if I cant have you Lesbian verson

If I cant have you
then I dont wanna see
you with another dude
tell me what I gotta do
cuz girl I wanna be with you
repeat2x:

I been hurt before
But I want to be with you
I want it all
I want all of you
let me show you
what this girl can do...

If I cant have you
then I dont wanna see
you with another dude
tell me what I gotta do
cuz girl I wanna be with you
repeat2x:


girl I get so weak
when you come around me
your lips taste so delicious
everytime you kiss me...

But If I cant have you
then I dont wanna see
you with another dude
tell me what I gotta do
cuz girl I wanna be with you

If I cant have you
then I dont wanna see
you with another dude
tell me what I gotta do
cuz girl I wanna be with you

im the sketch of your own
so stop playin
put me on your throne...
I know im dating a dude
but I want to be with you

But If I cant have you
then I dont wanna see
you with another dude
from coast to coast
chillin with you
the more and more
I want to be with you...

But If I cant have you
then I dont wanna see
you with another dude
tell me what I gotta do
cuz girl I wanna be with you

"If I cant have you"

"if I cant have you"


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Gratitude

Time drags on in this chair, 
 As I wait for the brilliant one.
Each time the door swings out, 
 I look for him to say he's done.

Minutes turn into hours, 
 and all I can do is stare at the clock.
Finally, after what seems like forever, 
 Here comes my son's Doc.

As if in slow motion, I stand.
 Anxiously, I await him to say, 
"The surgery went well, but 
 of course in the hospital, he'll have to stay."

"When can I see him?"
 is what I quietly ask.
"Within the hour," he replies
 "But be warned, it'll be no easy task."

As I walk in the recovery room, 
 He lay so still on his hospital bed.
If I didn't know better, 
 I'd have thought he might be dead.

His recovery takes, oh so long and
 the first time my Angel opened his eyes, 
I realized that prayers are answered,
 And God had heard all my cries.

My gratitude for God and Dr Carson swelled, 
 when my son took an non ventilator aided breath.
We had won the fight for my son's life, 
 and we actually cheated DEATH.

We had to repeat this trying
 scene for a total times of three.
It kept me bitter and stressed. 
 Why couldn't He leave my Angel be?

I see now, what's done is meant to happen.
 And I have learned my lesson in GRATITUDE.
To not be trusting that HE knows best, 
 was not only wrong, it was just plain rude.

I'm understanding now, 
 more than you'll ever know.
And when I see my son alive and breathing, 
 my heart and soul radiates for God, a special glow.




*This is a true story, my son went through 3 heart surgeries before 5 months old and this
is dedicated to God, Dr. Carson, Dr. Dooley, and Dr. Willis Williams*


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God's Definition of Marriage


God designed marriage as the real thing!
Anything less, is what a counterfeit brings!

His concept of one man and woman is very real.
He’s not interested in bowing to “man’s appeal.”

His court of justice rings very loud and clear!
The truth of his word shall NEVER disappear!

You can look in Genesis and it is found!
He created Adam from the dust of the ground!

He designed Eve from one of his ribs!
They were joined together as  both lived!

He didn’t need a constitution to know “their rights.”
He gave them HIS WORD as their guiding light!

Satan has been trying to pervert what God created!
This is a truth.  And need not be debated!

We have cheapened the value of the marriage institution!
And have added needless 
chaos and confusion!

Through the Bible, one husband and wife are taught!
Unless you want to live in Sodom, as did Lot!

Ungodly perversions take many forms and kinds.
And it soon piles up garbage into our minds!

“What God has put together.” 
 “Let no man put asunder.!”
Many ideas of “marriage,” is a total blunder!

One man and one woman is what God ordained in Eden.
It was Adam and Eve.  
Not Adam and Steven!

The choices in life are yours!  And yours alone!
Who is going to be the Lord, of your heart and home?

By Jim Pemberton  


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Not Just another Love Poem

Love is discovered in so many ways
Different kinds we share today
For love is near, not far away
Have you discovered your love today?

Every time a mother gazes at her new born baby
Love is discovered in another way
A mother’s love does not change
It only grows as her child changes

A Father’s pride is how he shows his love
Love is discovered in another way
A father’s love is always shone through pride
In the works his children have done

When a child gets a pet
Love is discovered in another way
A child’s love is unchanged
Tears fall when the pet finally goes away

As we grow and as we change
Love is discovered in new ways
Be you a husband, father, mother, or wife
Love is sure to follow you all of you life


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The Great Light

The sunrise in dullness lies on eastern horizon
Nothing spectacular about the sky
A little time before duties have begun
Small amount of  space to think about why

To think about the coming son who will
Set this captive free from the chains of sin
A little color on horizon still
No longer dull but some purple_apricot begin

Brillant apricot at fireball's center
My window boxes need watering now
Some of the plants wilting has occured
Sun now is up gold light filters through boughs.

The sun has revealed fog that was hidden
Thank you God for great light by son given...


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With Love

I wish that I could tell you how to live your life
To be a great innovator, good husband, a good wife 
 How to realize your dreams, not watch them die
To pick a star and moonbeam straight from the sky

I wish that I could answer all the questions that you’ll pose
Always be there by your side… to banish all you’re foes
To smooth your brow, wipe your tears, tuck you in at night
When the world seems so unkind, to somehow make things right

All that I can tell you is how much to me, you’re worth
How I planned and prayed for the moment of your birth
How much love and tender care to you, I’ll freely give
And always be there for you, for as long as I, shall live.



Details | Senryu | |

That September Day in 2001

Two thousand seven Hundred and fifty victims Murdered, Rest in Peace My entry into Nathan's 9-11 contest http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/america.php


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Being Free

I Wasn’t enough to just be myself I had to be what you wanted of me Plastic—Mainstream—Liar Without any creativity And a façade for a personality So I Guess I Just Live a Lie Just to Satisfy And surely survive Your torment spitting opinion but then, A Semblance of the independence I held inside No matter how small it let out a cry I will redeem my pride And be perfect, free, me


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I am a Man

Don’t tell me who I am to you!
Or who you think I should be!
You see me through your binoculars acting as if you knew,
As if you could ever know what I go through daily!
So don’t tell me to act differently
For I am the man I always wanted to be.
I am a man.

Who are you to tell me to change?
You think of me with your crippled mind 
Venturing no further then your thought usual range!
And yet you call me ignorant and unkind.
I wouldn’t change myself not even slightly
For I am who I am because I am who I choose to be.
I am a man

I see no reason for you to be confused.
Its all black and white.
The information is ready for you, waiting to be used,
Waiting to be pieced together to aid your perceived sight
So that you may realize quick
That despite all you may think
I am a man.

How dare you say that I am wasting my life away!
It is my life to lead and I shall lead it the same
No matter what you might think or say
And I hope you understand if only to save yourself the shame,
The shame of knowing that I am my own person
I am independent, I am a product of my own creation,
I am a man.

I know who I am
Inside and out
Who are you? 


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Going Postal

 
There is no place for me to go 
I'll spend my life right here I know, 
I lost my job then lost my dough 
Last night I lost my bride with adio'! 

I stayed the straight and narrow road, 
And carried, always, my own load. 
Missed not a day of work, I'm told, 
For twenty years. No pocket watch of gold? 

It tore my heart apart you see; 
They threw me out then tossed the key 
Without a nod to loyalty 
Or help me find a job at fifty-tjree.

So now I'm standin' over daddy's grave, 
Ten days from calm to ragin' full-blown rave; 
Hey daddy! I'm no good and I'm not brave 
But I'll be killin' souls your God can't save: 
I'm hopin for a score of fifty-three 
One soul for every year of wretched me. 

I do remember daddy tellin' me when I was young - 
"I'm proud my son of every single song I've ever sung, 
Because the wrongs I found in life to fire and ice were flung! 
The Good Book said to cling to IT so to IT I have clung - 
That Book was good to me young son and helped me climb each rung." 

An unsophisticated man from birth until you died, 
But damn it dad you took me to the brink of suicide; 
I grew to be not me but you and you died satisfied. 
But dad, life spent denying truth denied the Wolves outside. 

I took a look at your Good Book and found profound its way - 
Make sure you do to those who did to you and don't delay! 
Hey dad, I thought I'd share with you, I bought my gun today 
And it's a beaut you'd love to shoot and help me bag my prey; 
But in the grave you stay to serve your well deserved decay. 

I wish that I could do to you what I must do to them; 
For you put all the evil in me I can't seem to stem. 
My heart and body, now my blood, is turning pus and phlegm, 
But when they're dead then I'll have fed my sweet revenge its gem, 
So I can turn and kill myself and evil you did breed. 
You lit your pious Book up bright, why not your evil seed? 

 


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The :Look On My Child's Face In An Ordinary Place


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

By Jim Pemberton




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Grandma Rocking

Needed at least one hug today
Validation needed in something you might say
God help my grandson be okay
Reach down and heal his broken spirit if you may

Agony being felt by me
Longing to hold him on my knee
But the time is gone it can no longer be
How can I help him recover to be able to see

(This was written a long time ago...It is about my grandson who lives with me and has Huntington's Disease...He is 22 now and was told that he has the illnes at age l8 years old.HD is an inherited illnes that is caused by an abnormal repeat on a gene called the CAG gene..It is the G part of the gene that doesn't work correctly..It has to do with a protein that the body needs but for some reason the abnormal gene prevents the body from using this gene and this causes the brain to die prematurely..)


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The Look On My Child's Face

The Look On My Child’s Face… Just yesterday I noticed a look of love on my child’s face. This happened in a most “ordinary place.” It was in our home...a place by God’s own design. I felt God speaking to my heart this particular time. I didn’t take any time to stop and realize, The look of love and innocence in my child’s eyes. “Am I being the kind of Dad God wants me to be?” “Am I being an example of Christ for my child to see?” Have I been demonstrating my God-given ability, teaching my kids God’s love, and responsibility? May a Christ-like life in my kids be clearly seen and understood, As one day they will grow into adulthood. I hope that one day my Children will say: “I want to be like my Dad- every single day!” By Jim Pemberton


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Forever Young, or Evan The Sage

Of all the Little Kings climbing
Hand over foot towards viciously tantalizing, grandiose
Constellations of which whir and buzz as wind up toys,
Glow worm manifestations
Of hanging mobile stars suspended from thread
Woven by The Fates from dreams vicarious
And still-warm brick oven hopes
Nestled sweetly in the ribcages' soft marrow,
My chest, agape, crackling with never quite dried blood,
The wound steaming fresh loneliness--a shrine
To the Stillborn--
Is stuffed clumsily on chubby, greased palms
With fresh wishes on old pennies,
Words teaming with glimpses of goodnight kisses
And soft, innocent breaths stirring upstream like salmon,
By the tenderness of only one Tarot Sage
And my Heart's desert riverbeds
Eagerly absorb a rain. 



"Forever Young, or; Evan The Sage"
Jenna-Nichole Conrad
Wordsmith


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Daddy Now Please Pray With Me

Daddy now, please pray with me,
for today I'm sailing stormy seas.
I know you say you're but a man,
who tries to live the Master's plan.

I'm weathering gray storms, except a few,
 and the turmoil would drown me, if not for you.
The wind is so strong, the waves are so high,
Tattered sails against the sky!

And I recall you telling me, 
of Jesus Christ,  Who calmed the seas.
And yes, small faith can the mountains move,
and how He died His love to prove.

So Daddy now, please pray with me,
to God's sweet Son, Who dwells in me.
For I am daughter of a man,
and weak at times and cannot stand
against these tides of shifting sands.

You say, "He's still upon His throne",
and with our prayers, I'm not alone!
And God is good and loves me still,
He will offer strength to swim these swells.

Oh Daddy now, please pray with me,
Some choices I made were not of Thee.
At times I've wandered and gone astray,
I feel somehow I've lost my way.

Tell me again my right hand he still holds, 
and how in heaven the streets are gold, and
once we're there no one is old because now 
Jesus holds my soul!

Daddy now please pray with me like when I 
was a child of three beside my bed on bended knees. 

And perhaps somehow these words I write, may move 
another to change their lives, for Jesus loves me this
I know and his blood has washed me white as snow. 

And when you've said "In Jesus Name" I feel brand 
new and not the same, so daddy now please pray with me
though I am grown and no longer three. 

He'll lift me up on wings of love and forgive me
of all the wrong's I'v done! Then I can drop my anchor
deep and mend white sails on peaceful seas!


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A Young Boy

There was a king adorned with jewels,
 Young and handsome, an age of merely thirteen;
 He walked the garden yards
 And singled out red rose’s blooms,
 Not the yellow, pink or white,
 Only red roses, and only the blooms;
 He played with trick kites, flying helicopters, and
 Wooden blocks—building castles, islands, and towers in the sky;
 He rode his bike, steering the wheels, staying in the boundaries,
 Every day, up and down, up and down the pebbled paths
 And slightly rolling hills;
 Tick tock, tick tock goes the clock,
 But for him—he kept no time;
 Sitting quiet, sitting still, he reads his verse,
 One line, the next line, one line at a time,
 And with the final word read, he wonders a great deal—
About being born, about how to live,
 And death that comes across the times;
 An elegant sunset, and changing of the light,
 He runs across the lawn for his telescope,
 And maybe, just maybe, he might eat a little cantaloupe;
 Feet in flight, and much to his delight,
 A wish to greet the evening stars came true,
 He gazes into the nighttime sky,
 He does not even question as to why—
Whoosh—his day did disappear, and time did fly. 


Details | I do not know? | |

loved one

a smile upon my face
warmth inside my heart
this is what I felt
when we began to start
in a different place
and at another time
a love for ever broken
now no longer mine
you begin to fade away
left presence I can’t see
but I can feel you here
still watching over me
your a whisper I can’t here
and a touch that I can’t feel
I’m talking to you now
I love you and always will


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Zring sissity rib rang

Dada or Dadaism is a cultural movement primarily involved visual arts, literature—poetry, 
art manifestoes, art theory—theatre, and graphic design, and concentrated its anti-war 
politics through a rejection of the prevailing standards in art through anti-art cultural works.

This is my attempt at Dada.


Zring Zang
pinggity prong pang
jumping across from train to train
Bring Brang
sissity sis sang
circling round, round the storm drain
dring drang
ribbity rib rang
Trains and drains, over my life reign


This is copyrighted material. All rights are reserved. Reprints must be requested in writing to 
the original author. © Alisha Groves


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NOTHING Yes I Said Nothing Can Separate Us From God's Love


Though in this world, we so often trod…
NOTHING can separate us 
from the love of God!

Neither tribulation, 
distress or persecution…
Nor the government or it’s institutions.

Neither nakedness, peril
 or even the sword...
 God’s love is a treasure that can’t be stored!

As it is written; “We are like sheep
 led to the slaughter…”
But God loves every son and daughter.

In everything, we’re more than conquerors
 through Christ who loves us…
His death on the cross means
 that he wants us!

Neither death, the angels or
 the principalities to be…
Things present or to come…
Can separate HIS love for me!

Nor height, depth or any kind of creature…
Can separate us from God’s love…  
This is his feature!

His love is clearly evident 
and reigns supreme.
Over all of the earth and every human being!

Why not accept his love… 
That is inseparable?
By accepting HIS salvation.  
He’s made this possible!

Now is the day of salvation. 
 His gift is for us to receive.
All you have to do is reach out to him… 
And simply believe!

By Jim Pemberton  
06/02/10    
Read Romans 8:35-39






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YOU ARE MORE PRECIOUS

You Are More Precious! You are more precious than silver or gold, More precious to me than could ever be told. My love for you is deep and endless, nothing can compare with it... I’s so wondrous! The life you have, the twinkle in your eye... My love for you is higher than the sky! You’re so precious to ME... a great treasure, I love you so much... beyond measure! Whatever path of life you may take, My love will be there for you— like an open gate… By Jim Pemberton


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Sacrifice

You have lifted me up from the worlds degradation
filled my soul with your Sons elation
In your Son my spirit found it's life
nothing here can compare to treasures of wife

In love he has healed mind and heart
his compassion has filled our every part
Oh God bowed low fallen do I kneel
that the lowly and unworthy do you seal

As lambs who walk among the wolves
follow the shepherd and seek his truths
and beside still waters does he lead
only those to whom his words do take heed

Into the tabernacle do we flee
for in your Son is our sanctuary 
examples of Truth we give our lives
to partake the Truth must brake from lies

Like the earth with flood waters were inundated
that the influence of demons be dissipated
the Truth of God falls in the latter rain
knowledge that the earth will be cleansed again

Downward you have sent the hearts of men
so that they may see the beast within
in fallen state to see oneself
compared to the character of Gods wealth

In your garden there was perfection
the firstfruits taste of it's selection
hand chosen by you to be as your Son
anointed and with your sealing done

Your Word oh God has become their bread
and their wine of joy where Jesus led
they loved not their lives unto death
for you Oh Lord giver of life and breath

Many are called but few are chosen
as their faith is scorched choked or frozen
only the seed that lands in good soil
will know your Spirit Life's burning oil

Through the temple curtain have they passed
to the alter with sacrifices that ever last
life and body are pledged to you
and your words and works they do

If you do not listen you cannot hear
or tell when the voice of God is near
through the written Word and Sons voice
through them has God given mankind choice

Who has the gifts of heaven known
those to whom Jesus has shown
though made lower than the angels be
are raised much higher in eternity

Oh Shepherd of God direct our course
for life upon your path lays no remorse
those you know their way have sealed
they have laid down their lives for Truth revealed

sources Matt. 10:37-39 16:25-26 John 10:11-16
I Peter 2:25 Ro.12:1-2 Apocalypse 12.11

COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller


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Semaj, Knowledge of your Past

Look at your man
And look inside him deep
Has he lived for hundreds of years
And seen things, that would make you weep

Take a moment and pause
And think of the son of Kade
He came back to his past
And seen your tomorrow made

He has stood in moments of history
Sadly, he has seen what man has done
To see what we do to another
Believe me, man has never began

To walk past Calvary
And see mothers sons who died
Knowing they had a reason
These fallen ones who tried

Into history you slowly march
Involved in so much crime
There is somebody out there
Who will decide you've had your time

Believe the son of Kade
For he has seen your past in true
You can go to sleep and dream
Until its in front of you




http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/fantasy.php







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A Love Filled Way

Reflections of the whitest white
Purest seasons mirror light
Madonna and a virgin night
For us, her soul took flight!

Winter sings its showy cold.
Hatred shivers its chilly hold.
Flowers await truth’s unfold.
Sunlight glistens gold.

Gathered mob in one accord,
Crucified God’s son adored.
Judgers joined in hate, abhorred.
Shackle the sweetness of our Lord.

A Savior born in Bethlehem
A carpenter’s boy waxed strong back then.
The Son of God cried out to men
Forgive.  God loves.  Be like Him.

That cold winter passed away.
Spring’s Passover stole life…oh, day.
Resurrection brought an eternal stay.
The Truth…a love filled way.

Freed from anger, hate looses wrath.
Cleansed by truth and Salvation’s bath.
Remember the strength that the Savior hath.
We, like Him must follow love’s path.

© February 15, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen


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When My Son Became a Man

When My Son Became a Man

Now that you're twelve I would just like to say
Your whole future my son will be forged from today
I would really like you to be prepared for tomorrow
So you never have to look back upon your life with sorrow
And what I tell you right now may someday help you enhance
All of the outcomes in life when you must take a chance
So come sit with me and we'll share a chat by the fire
You can tell me all the things out of life you desire
What is it you hope this life will turn out to be
Let us talk of your future and what you foresee
What will you do when you go out on your own
Will you be starting a family or just living alone
Do you have any plans like will you have a career
Or are you just going to labor for year after year
I know that this is a big bite to chew on as a kid
But I would like you to go farther than I ever did
And I know that you’re smart I just can't help but to worry
Cause I know just how life can sneak up on you in a hurry
When you start making choices you have options galore
Every one that you make will just keep bringing you more
And when you choose poorly you'll find you just shut a door
And once it's closed you'll never know what was in store
You need to think through every choice that you make
Cause some day you'll regret almost every mistake



By: Jeremy Siedlecki


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An Emperor's gift to his son (the story of the root of all evil)

There once was an emperor who had a son
a son who would need to learn lessons in mastermining
to govern the world 
thus he gave his son a gift
the lottery

By doing proper math,
formulating teams
to purchase every possible ticket
to win his own lottery
a life lesson of a bribe to demonstrate his ability of doing some excellent math

by mentioning this one day
the emperor's son was ostrocised by society
shunned, introduced to temptation after temptation
drugs and alcohol
held hostage by society

driven to madness
the emperor's son
lit a house on fire to serve his prison sentence
away to a mental institute where he was mentally and physically tortured
through an abusive therapy of medications
reverse psychology

Not sure if my father is still out there
if i'll ever get to meet him
if i was kidnapped or switched at birth
this is my story of a gift an emperor gave
turned society into a disgusting life long experience
while living constant punishment of how pointless life was
formed their own teams
using the emperor's son's formula
rubbed their happiness and succes in his face
proceeded to use their funds to keep their hostage miserable

There is nothing worse in the world you can do to me
it's all been done
nothing worse than existance
i know this from personal experience
many of you were bribed and ready to do the wrong thing
many of you who looked upon a tortured soul and couldn't see his pain
just retaliate with more punishments for his imperfections
nothing more than perfect emotions anyone would feel

This is my story
a truth i've never known or been told
desire parental tests by some doctor who is not going to accept a bribe
i deserve to know the truth
it is definately my turn to have something good happen to me
for the first time in my life

when for the first time in my life
don't be surprised to find it to be an overwhelming experience
of one person's struggle to defend their own life
discover their truth
outwit their suppressors
and overcome the knowledge a disgusting life experience
that will never happen to anyone again

I lived the root of all evil that you used as a weapon
as i was claimed victom to your comandments you used to blackmail me with   
make me look like i was the 
antichrist
do not lie about this
start talking
i'm sure there is a higher reward in freeing societies captive
so he can meet his own father
im tired of trying to comit suicide on christmas and my birthday


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Wonder Well

alliterative blank verse

Wanting to show myself worthy -
work was not one of my weapons.
Weakly, I worded my secret --
“I wish of your wealth my fair share.”

Worried and warned by the world’s ways,
father willingly stood my weakness.
He watched steady by the window,
worn weary - waiting my sojourn.

Selfishly wayward and wicked,
soon I was spurned as a wastrel.
I woke from  stubborn wantonness
wishing my stomach well-fed.

Wallowing from waste, I started
wobbling forthwith to my father;
sensing his wrath would be severe
wailing, “set me as your servant.”

Waving to me, shoulders stretched wide
weeping he walks t'wards me warmly.
Washing my wounds with his welcome -
my worth did not warrant his smiles.

Witnessing this scene from afar
but  wretched and wrestling  within,
my sibling wants whys and wherefores,
no wasting words on my welfare.

This story stops short suddenly -
no written word of a war waged -
no wailing, no whining, no woe.
Wonder well, for such is wisdom.




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Three Hebrew Men Were Thrown Into the Fire


There were three Hebrew men with one desire.
They served the true God!  And were cast into the fire!

King Nebuchadnezzar ordered them to bow to a false idol.
But they made up their minds
 to serve the God of the Bible!

He ordered them thrown into the furnace so hot!
But there was a lesson here, that was to be taught!

As he looked in…  He couldn’t believe 
what he saw!
He had seen the living son of God, after all!

At this sight, his words broke and his body trembled!
The Hebrews were unharmed!
No matter how hot the fire was kindled!

He called them out, yelling for them one by one.
He knew they had a visit from God’s holy son!

He looked!  And their bodies weren’t even burned!
They trusted their God! And had no reason for concern!

This same God who rescued the three Hebrew men…
Is the same God who can rescue you from sin!

Though the “fires of life, may be “hot and burning.”
It’s in the direction of God… 
That you need to be turning!

The living son of God would like to visit you today!
Won’t you listen to the words of life, he has to say?

He is the true God!  The king of kings is he!
And invites you to be with him!  For all eternity!

By Jim Pemberton


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prayers on mute

Some of us are built 
For harsh conditions
Suffrage held
Within a wicked vision
Reprimanded as a man
How can your father reprimand this hand
Discipline disciples 
in a cycle that would not turn in sand
Held in Carthage 
A piece of a Martian
Some say I’m soon to be departing
Pieces of gold in a bronze room
Shining through chivalry and doom
Sterile silvery praising a ring for the groom
All prized possessions of doubt now loom
Pushing the broom
On a straw bed 
Don’t u love this coon
You can be kind to the cruelest person
And at the end of the day 
They’re still cruel and worsened 
This worlds got to end
No sanctuary circles my morbid realms
I’m away from peace
And aware that it will never cease

Only time can stop me now 
Wishes sealed over a candle in a darkened hall
Head down I just might die on this wall
In this race I’ll survive somehow
Only time can stop me now 

I’m so scared 
Where are your prayers
I was so scared 
Why weren’t you there
I’m so scared 
should I have been spared


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The Greatest Song

Name of song artist: George Harrison   -   Song Title: "Isn't It A Pity."

Poem below:

The greatest song of all time
shows how all people are blind
we either can't see the forest thru the trees
or we simply don't care about anyone's needs

The greatest day we will find
is when we unfold the love in our mind
when we cure violence of all kind
we can peacefully learn to unwind

What greater deed can there be
when all people can finally see
the words sung in such a great song
It's a pity, you don't sing along


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takin my love 4 granted

Im feeling really sad
cus youre not actin right
you taking my love for granted
and that just aint right
I dont know 
if I should stay or leave
im so confuse
you hardly say you love me
so tell me wats goin on
whos that on the phone
I know you cheating every
other week
and have the nerve to say
you love me
(lately)
I been feeling so alone
I feel a prescence in my home
every room is a story
of you screwing on me
I love you with all my heart
but I gotta let you go
you have the nerve to be insecure
when youre the one being a ho...
tell me wats goin on
between you and the phone
I smell a foreign scent
in between the sheets
you been with another
beside being with me
"then move the hell on"...


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Ae You Coming OUT Of The Closet

Are You “Coming Out Of” Or “Going Into” The Closet? Across this country, there’s more people “coming out of the closet.” Any sense of a Godly direction. They’ve seemed to have “lost it.” Often talking about their life. And are not ashamed… Often bringing dishonor to God's holy name. Perhaps “going back into the closet,” is where you need to be. And think for a minute….Where you’ll spend your eternity. God is still God. He is righteous but also holy and just. He asks all to give him our heart. Our obedience. And trust! Perhaps in the closet . A time of seeking God should be spent. A time to have fellowship... A time to repent. During this time, you can spend with God. And HIM alone. Asking him to bring peace, hope and love into your home. This closet can give you a “quiet time.” A time “to be still.” A time to seek God. And to do his will. May you allow your heart, toward HIM to be yielded and broken. And time to meditate on some of the words that he’s spoken. If it’s the closet that you truly want to come out. You can tell everyone: ”Jesus IS what life is about!” Allow HIM to cleanse and make you whole within… As his blood cleanses you and takes away every sin! Spending time with God… You’ll be glad you did. His abundance and overcoming life… He’ll freely give! God wants to be with you. By a “divine appointment.” Experience his life changing power, and a GODLY enjoyment! By Jim Pemberton 09/05/11


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My Son

These words I write with tear filled eyes, 
As a new dawn comes to light. 
Another day without you Son, 
Nor' a star filled winters night. 

Your Mother sends her love dear boy, 
As our hearts are torn in two. 
A Major came to see us Son, 
He brought us news of you. 

He told us of your courage, 
Of the fight that lay ahead. 
The soldier that we knew you were, 
Then he told us, " you were dead". 

You left for a tour of duty, 
With the army in your heart. 
We are proud to have had you in our lives, 
We won't always be apart. 

You fought for Queen and country, 
Now your duty sure is done. 
A man, a friend, a soldier, 
And my ever loving Son.....


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Our little boys

Look at our three little boys all grown up. You'd be so proud of the men they are today. They think of you often and what'd you say to them today. I wish you could have been here to see them grow into the men they are today. Their no longer the little boys who use to need us to need us to make their bumps and bruices go away. Their now the strong men that have their own family's. You gave me three angels from above but, you were taken from us to soon. I know your always watching after them from above. Even tho their all grown up they'll always be our three little boys.


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Family Portrait

On a hill sits a mansion.
Resting on the wall within this mansion
is a family portrait of a 
wealthy family of four.
Two parents, two children.

A mother with hair raven black
in a wonderful expensive
blue dress, a father in an
expensive classy black suit
with hair sunny blonde.
One son of year twelve
With hair like mother, 
blue eyes of the father and
wearing a costly navy blue suit.
The last and youngest son with
hair like his father and
almond brown eyes like the mother.
He’s wearing a costly black suit
and like everyone else smiles with
perfect bright white teeth.

A perfect portrait for a seemingly
perfect rich family.

But a family portrait is
just a family portrait.

Only showing what the camera takes
Not what really goes on within this place.


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I'm So Thankful For Everything

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


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This Habit's Got A Hold Of Me I Can't Break It

This habit has a hold of me. ..
 I can’t seem to break it!
I’m so discouraged  …  I can’t “shake it!”

I don’t know what to do, or where to turn…
When I tell others about it. 
 They’re not concerned…

What am I going to do in a situation like this?
It seems like my life is just one huge mess!

The “satisfaction” I seek… I haven’t obtained.
I’ve only myself…  And no one else to blame…

Many discouraging thoughts 
have entered my head.
Each night I cry out loud before going to bed…

I can’t think or do anything like I once did.
I don’t know how much longer
 I ‘m going to live.

Can you help me Jesus?  I know that you can.
There’s no one else who’ll listen
 or understand…

I’m going to get on my knees and begin to pray…
And ask for God’s help.  I’ll do it TODAY!

I trust his power to break this habit of mine…
This is the hour!  This is the time!

I need true freedom.  And a love that will last.
Everything I’ve tried…  Disappears fast!

To you Lord Jesus I give my life that’s broken.
“Please come into my heart…”
  Are the words spoken.

“Help me Lord to have victory within…”
“And thank you Lord for being my friend!”

By Jim Pemberton  
 02/05/11


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Friendships Are Easy To End Hard To Rebuild


Friendship’s Are Easy to End… Hard To Rebuild! When it comes to friendships, many are quick to “end it.” I seldom see very few that try to “rebuild it.” A harsh word said. An angry thought spoken. Can often cause many friendships to be broken! Scripture says; “be quick to listen.” “Slow to speak.” May we speak God’s grace each day of the week. A broken friendship can cause feelings of anger. And soon, our “ex-friend.” becomes a “stranger.” God will not give you a trophy for those you’ve “un-friended.” May you ask for his love to have your hearts “amended.” Broken friendship can have many repercussions. Often leading to gossip and back-biting discussions. May we seek God’s forgiveness to come back together. May his love be the glue that binds you forever! Life is too short to end a friendship. The person you left, could be going through a hardship! May the peace and love of Christ bind us as one! And bring a healing to every parent, daughter and son! By Jim Pemberton


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They Fight,,, 10-13-08

they fight all the time.
they fight and it never stops.
they fight and it never gets better.
they fight and it always gets worse.
they fight til they're blue in the face.
they fight til i can't stand it anymore.
they fight and i cry cuz there's nothing i can do.
the fighting and the crying never stop.
there's nothing i can do but pray.
they're always fighting.
it won't stop.
they hide it so well...
the pain they're in...
it's like they've never fought before...


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A Long Tough Ride

It’s been a long, tough ride
And I’ve been working like a Mom
It’s been a long tough ride
My heart is ticking like a bomb
I know my duty it was
To work and manage the house
But soon I’ll feel so lost

When she’s gone
Things will not be the same
When she’s gone
Oh how my heart will grieve

It’s been a long, tough ride
And I’ve been working like a slave
It’s been a long, tough ride
My mind is reeling like a tape
I love my baby so much
I know my heart will be crushed
Yet I will be alright

When she’s gone
Things will not be the same
When she’s gone
Oh how my heart will grieve

It’s been a long tough ride
I should be happy to be free
It’s been a long tough ride
I should dancing in the breeze
But when I think of the world
She has to live in and work 
I’ll still be on my knees in prayer
Because it’s scary out there
But we will be alright
It’s been a long tough ride

Entry into John Heck’s Sponsored Contest: “Beatlemania Sing Along”
Sung to “It’s Been a Hard Day’s Night”


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I AWAKEN WITH THE NEW SUNRISE

As the dreary night slowly vanishes,
taking along the weary stars,
but the wakeful moon decides to stay...
I awaken with the new sunrise
admiring the glimmering sea
with colors resembling diamonds!

I breathlessly wonder
why God has created it
with a painter's hand,
and giving us that joy...
a devine joy as a reminder: 
that all He has made is entirely His;
and in the same manner
we care for our bodies 
with much preoccupation,
we must take care of all creation,
so that our children 
can enjoy it indefinitely!

Among fields of jacandra and dandelions swaying,
I awaken with the new sunrise in sheer delight...
to face life as it was when nobody was there;
and we can imagine the thought running
through God's mind to put a human being there:
to watch and control the beautiful earth!

I awaken with the new sunrise,
to discover a small bird soaring...
going further and further up until
he has picked up the speed of an eagle;
I awaken with the new sunrise...rejoicing, 
opening up my spirit to a song of praise!

If I'm still living, I owe it to my Lord,
and there aren't days I don't proclaim His  word...
when I awaken with the new sunrise,
and I gladly watch the golden sun radiantly rise!


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The Sun's Rays

The sun’s devouring rays
Reveals an astounding sensation against the marvelous universe
It caresses the earth with warm hugs and gives life to the motionless gaze
Its auras are above nature’s designating exteriors
Its swaying beauty is beyond Earth’s inhabitants, deserving my praise

It treasures the sky with joyousness and forms swarms of jeering birds
The sighs of the wind attracts clamoring herds

The sun’s appalling flames
Unshackles a zealous tune that reveals the Earth’s accord
It embraces the atmosphere with remarkable claims
Unraveling my curiosity; my ears are pleading to hear more, so I go forward!

It prizes the ocean with eagerness and forms swarms of screeching seagulls 
The strength of the waves draws in scorching souls 

The sun's unattainable rays 
Motivate life to trail on till its duty is done
Its auras seep through the whirling sky and strays
Embracing ambitious love like a father and son  


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Rise

   Mistakes will be made,
 Thats why the road bends,
 Thats why when we write,
 We can erase,
 And try again..

   A wise man once said to me,
 As he took me in his arms,
 An' sat upon his knee,
 My son he said,
 Sometimes,
 We must all fall, 
 Before we rise,
 Be on our knees, 
 An' about to cry,
 Be wishing for death, 
 But afraid to die..

   My son you see,
 The key to this,
 My advice,
 And all i've learnt through my life,
 If you fall, 
 My son,
 Seven times,
 Then eight is the number you must rise...


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to fight the good fight, finish the course and stay true to my faith

"I fought the good fight, finished my course and stayed true to my faith"
these are the last words that Paul the Apostle did convey
many pastors use this text when they preach a eulogy
but I think it's just as appropriate for every living body
this was Paul's epitaph and these words summed up his life's story
the last words that he uttered and with them he gave God all the glory

Paul told his son Timothy to continue to preach the Word
no matter how unwelcome nor inconvenient and no matter what he'd heard
with inexhaustible patience he charged Tim to proclaim the gospel of Christ
to partake in the Great Commission as a testiment to his life
you'll never know what you may say that might touch a tender soul
you'll never know if your words may make someone in Christ become more bold

in this world of iniquity, selfishness and greed
the gospel of Jesus the Christ is what mankind now desparately needs
we've forgotten the Word of God and think it's all about us
we think that we have more power than the Lord Christ Jesus
there's nothing wrong with self-empowerment but people need to perceive
that in spite of the choices and decisions they make they can't determine their own destiny
God is in control and He's the ultimate life force
God is in control and He's already set your life's course

one of the ministers in my church was involved in a serious car crash
broadsided by a cab and he said in a second his whole life did flash
pushed across a six laned highway and into a tree lined parking lot
and despite his car being totaled there was no shedding of a single blood drop
he and his wife walked away from that wreck completely unscathed
they were covered by the blood of Jesus and both of them were saved

to fight the good fight, to finish the course and keep the faith
these are the words to live by that every person should undertake
these were Paul's last words to his son Timothy
urging to for Christ keep claiming the victory
he asked that his life and death to be not in vain
and he wrote to all his friends and addressed them by name
he told them to fight the good fight, to keep the faith and in Christ stay the course
and remember that God's in charge and in control of your life force


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where ive always been

The air in this tomb sticks to my lungs offers no relief
The moments of comfort are short and brief
the darkness engulfs all of my senses
like the wrapping of guilt in so many confessions

maybe i deserve this twisted fate this ironic end
what i wouldn't give know just for a friend
my body grows weaker as the ordeal carries on
i pray this time tomorrow i will already be gone

laying in this bed i feel its my coffin my casket
don't know where I'm going but ill get there in a hand basket
even though i know its almost over regret seems to be my only companion
inside there is enough sorrow to feel the grand canyon

this late in the end i cant find the strength to speak
so much left unsaid am i wicked or just weak
i think people are here with me voices and a familiar face
the people i love cant follow me know they must stay in this place

if theres more after this life has passed me by
ill wait for you all on the other side 
i hope I've left fond memories with you all
you kept me standing after every single fall


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Being A Vessel of God

Being A Vessel of God...

 I met someone in a very difficult situation.
I kept walking and gave
 "no explanation."

I was then asked a very
 direct question:
"I thought you said that 
you're a Christian!"

I began to feel a conviction within my soul.
"Which direction should I take"  
I didn't know.

Either keep walking, or stop 
to help this person in need.
"I suppose just this once... 
I'll do a generous deed."

I reached out and loved 
him in Jesus' name.
And told him that it was for his life 
that our savior came.

My heart was broken as I heard 
all he had gone through.
I was speechless.  I really didn't
 know what to do.

I decided to buy him a cup of coffee 
and a sandwich as well.
And shared that Jesus loves
 him more than words can tell.

He thanked me and said, 
"I'm so glad that you care."
I then was able to lead him 
into a  salvation prayer.

We talked more about God before 
we each went our own way.
But I'll never forget what happened 
that particular day.

It helped me begin to 
realize and truly see...
How God wants so much to use 
someone like me...

By JIm Pemberton  


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A Valentine Message

The way to melt a lass’s heart
Is to give her one single rose.
It will be more precious to her than
A dozen or two dozen roses.
It sends a message that she is the ONE.
The one lass in your life, the one you love!
A hand written note to accompany it. . .
She will save forever, and she will probably
Press that rose in a book to be cherished.

Many lads seem to think bigger is better. . .
Not true for a lass with a true heart.
If she gushes over the single rose you give her. . . 
Then her heart is as pure as her love for you.
Pick a Valentine card with great thought
And care, and if you attempt to write how 
You feel about her in your own hand
Be prepared to share the best 
Valentine’s Day of your life!


*Note: This message is from a lady with many years of experience who also
has raised three daughters. Happy Valentine's Day!.....I will be away on a trip for 
two weeks to see my first grandson who is almost a month old, so I will not be able to 
comment  on your poetry as often until my return.


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A Travelers Tale

It’s been so long
Since I’ve been home
Many a year
I’ve been on the roam
As the years turned to days
Days turned to years
Time is an hourglass
Showing ones deepest fears
As I sit here
In this barroom 
Smoking a cigarette
Leave I must soon
Following that, I must check out
Of the mediocre hotel room
Though my mind clearly sees
Visions of joy from the past
This hotel bill
Will surely by the last
Always ladies
Night keep me warm
Even through the most
Furious storms
Make my way
Home once at last
Not yet young son
This old man’s not done
Please don’t leave this bar
For this story hasn’t ended
Oh no thus far
All my life I have desired
Some sort of reckoning
For my sins
Now I’ve finally realized
I must go see my kin
And a new life I may
Finally begin
But son please listen
Realize you shall
As you grow old
Happiness not be bought
With any amount of gold
Happiness lies
Within your very heart
You alone
Hopefully shall start
Having your very own dreams
Even though they may seem
Unachievable, son
 You’ve just got to believe
For without dreams of your own
You shall bitterly become
Full of hatred and greed
Dreams are not money
They are actions you make
Dreams do not happen
When you are asleep
They come to you
When you’re beginning on your feet
But you must be careful
For come people are amused by
Actions of deceit
For one who uses trickery
Are not as lucky as you
They are to ashamed of themselves
And their life is hell
They are weak
You are strong
Envy they of you
And in society they just don’t belong
Don’t think I have sided
With the pitiful and weak
On their behalf
I only speak
Oh, son, I have seen
More than any old king
I’m even friends
With Mr. BB king
But never have I
Been so satisfied
Than when I told this story
And you looked me in the eye
Not many have been
All the places I’ve seen
This all was my very
Very first dream
I must be going now
But before I do
Bartender, 2 shots of José
We must make a mighty salute
For on your future young son
We must drink


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There's A God Who Loves YOU

There’s A God Who Loves You! In spite of what the courts and what people tell you… There is a God, who’ll always love you! No matter how courts try their best to remove him… His son reaches out to you! And wants you to trust him! No matter what the sacrifice, or what the cost… His son died for you! On an old rugged cross! No matter what you’ve heard, or who you listened… There’s an everlasting life that you’re missin’! No matter how many times you’ve caused sin and shame… You can find 100 percent forgiveness in Jesus’ name! No matter how many times that people have failed you… There is a God in heaven, who will always love you! Won’t you take the time, with no more postponement? And seek forgiveness in his blood’s atonement? The time is now, the opportunity is certainly here! Wherever you may go… God is always near! By Jim Pemberton


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Come Back Into The Closet


Across this country, there’s more people 
“coming out of the closet.”
Any sense of a Godly direction.  
They’ve seemed to have “lost it.”

Often talking about their life. And are not ashamed…
Often bringing dishonor to God’s holy name.

Perhaps “going back into the closet,” 
is where you need to be.
And think for a minute….Where you’ll spend eternity.

God is still God.  He is righteous but also holy and just.
He asks all to give him our heart.  
Our obedience.  And trust!

Perhaps in the closet .    A time of seeking God should be spent.
A time to have fellowship...   A time to repent.

During this time you can spend with God….  
And HIM alone.
Asking him to bring  peace, 
hope and love into your home.

This closet can give you a “quiet time.”  A time “to be still.”
A time to seek God.  And to do his will.

May you allow your heart, toward HIM
 to be yielded and broken.
And time to meditate on  some of the 
words that he’s spoken.

If it’s the closet that you truly want to come out.
You can tell everyone:  ”Jesus IS what life is about!”

Allow HIM to cleanse and make you whole within…
As his blood cleanses you and takes away every sin!

Spending time with God…  You’ll be glad you did.
His abundance and overcoming life…  He’ll freely give!

God wants to be with you.  By a “divine appointment.”
Experience his life changing power, and a GODLY enjoyment!

By Jim Pemberton


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AND THE MAN DIED

He woke in the chilling morn of Monday
Standing tall and stretching like a snake
His son lay carelessly on the old ragged mat
Innocence envelops him like a clean blanket
Unnoticed, he trudged past his dear son
Gathering implements crude and shabby too

He jumped without delay on his old motorbike
Rolling it away from the thatched roof hut
That the engine shrilling noise may not spread
Like the wheezing cry of the morning wind
Through the windows of many blocked houses
That never was heard in his old derelict hut

Wearing many tattered shirts, he zoomed off
Into the thick dark bush that stood just ahead
The speed was great and the rain drizzles
Drenching him thorough to his very soul
His arms shiver as they held the motorbike
Unsteady he rode on, into the forest

Before him lie, a thunder-stricken tree
Crossing the road that leads to the farm
Head on collision, the bike tumbled 
He lay on the wet ground, without a help
It was still dawn and none around
He writhes in pain and with tears-filled eyes

Blood in his eyes, one thought filled his mind
His son at home, an innocent in this world
He wished he lived a better life than his
He struggled to survive death’s strong grip
Squeezing strongly the last of his breath
With tears in his eyes, the man died.


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Sweepstakes

He was a silent man.

He stayed upstairs, typing unceasingly
and during dinner, mumbled accusingly
nothing ever finished

That evening he noticed, 
saw his child sitting in the distance
alone, he crossed the field

He teased; they played, 
among the blades of several hills, 
a thousand times they rolled, 
vibrating

He laughed; they roared
 Disney visions, collaborating 
goose-bumps; torching recollections.

He taught; they practiced
hundreds, of air pockets among them 
they flew like ravens


They went home, and thereafter

He was a silent man; 
his child unspoken.


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REFLECTION

future of an unforgettable past,
mirror reflections of an outcast.
unaffected by society,
ruled by the unruly.
righteous by the unholy;
constricted by choice,
nearly forgotten and lost,
hindered by the proud,
reflection so loud.
a mere shadow with no meaning,
no way of knowing.
moving in an aggressive way,
different in everyday.
emotions reflecting what you were!
concerning about your emotional tears.


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Road To Somewhere Song on CD

Stay on your road to somewhere...
For the goals you hold dear...
follow your dreams out there...
and on your road to somewhere.....

You'll crawl before you walk...
and walk before you run...
just keep those strong thoughts...
through the rising and setting sun...

And with your hopes and dreams be bold...
keep the faith in the goals you hold...
strive to reap the thoughts you sow...
on your road to somewhere....

You'll crawl before you walk...
and walk before you run...
just keep those strong thoughts...
through the rising and setting sun...

Stay on your road to somewhere...
for the goals you hold dear...
follow your dreams out there...
on your road to somewhere...

Strive to reap the thoughts you sow,
with your hopes and dreams be bold,
keep the faith, for such is gold...
stay on your road to somewhere...
for your dreams out there.


Details | Pantoum | |

Too Soon Born

Too soon born, a son was ripped from life.
Her empty womb tormented motherhood.
That dreadful day bore great pain and strife. 
A lifetime lamenting loss not understood.

Her empty womb tormented motherhood
Nature’s deadly forces wrought its bitter bite.
A lifetime lamenting loss not understood.
Dreams of laughter vanished overnight.

Nature’s deadly forces wrought its bitter bite.
Conception hid its face, years sadly past.
Dreams of laughter vanished overnight.
Sorrow thrived upon a painful future cast.

Conception hid its face, years sadly past. 
Despair became life’s ordinary way.
Sorrow thrived upon a painful future cast.
Her barren womb cried each Mother’s Day.

Despair became life’s ordinary way.
That dreadful day bore great pain and strife.
Her barren womb cried each Mother’s Day.
Too soon born, a son was ripped from life.

© Dane Smith-Johnsen
September 15, 2010


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A Special Message Written For My Son

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Love,    Dad

By Jim Pemberton
2009


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Nurture This Child Heavenly Father

A nurturing cradle of light
a new born's first love, first insight
a lesson instilled to always fight for what is right
thy loving hand of god take this child out beyond the heights

A mystery unknown, as new eyes search profound
each word, each whisper, a curious sound
a tiny spirit intrigued, so free and unbound
a sense, a need, a purpose is found

Oh' cradle of light
protect this child through the realm of each night
provide wisdom, knowledge and loving insight 
hollow hands of thee, a precious spirit invite


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mothers addiction sons conviction

she was hooked on drugs part of her life 
but has a son to help her fight 
in life we never know the road we may take 
but changing the course is never too late. 

he had taken the same road as she 
main lining and pills was all he could see 
addiction is a hard price to pay 
but something happened that changed his way. 

I know the lifestyle all too well 
for ten years my brother was addicted and went thru hell 
then he had become drug free 
and a drug councilor he would be. 
he had gotten many on methadone 
and good results it had shown. 

now as you go through the withdrawal pain 
think of how much you have to gain 
withdrawal is not an easy task 
do you want your life back? you must ask! 

do you recall the birth pains that you went thru 
and his life was fresh and new. 
wasn't all that pain worth your while 
that you had such a beautiful child. 

there is no pain that you can go thru 
than the pains that a mother knew. 
you have to be willing to make the change 
otherwise your life will stay the same. 

these words are from a concerned son 
the choices you've made can be undone. 

 (1/30/13) 

louis rams :


Details | Free verse | |

to our darling son

God blessed us with a son who is turning four today,
Everyday we see His love in you, true as the purest gem.
from His all knowing heart, His very best He sends,
May He keep you always in his tender loving care.

We thank God for all you our son, we're glad for all you tend,
From a strong yet tender heart and a core that never ends.
As cute as a bug, you are so precious to hug,
A dear child who brings out the sunshine to those who are near.

How adorable and loving with every morn you turn to be,
How charming and exciting as into the big world your eyes peep,
The warmth in our hearts you keep so alive,
Treasured are the memories you are engraving in our book of life.

Our vows we pledge that by your side we'll always walk,
Our anchor we'll throw to keep you safe from any storm,
Our love will nourish you through the path that you will take,
Our promise to cherish that our bond will never break.

When your eyes are shining brightly it is so nice to see,
That one day you will for certain become all you're meant to be,
You are to simply everyone a special little man,
Who brings the kind of happiness that nothing is greater than.

Everyday you bring to us all the joy that life could hold,
you're such a special little boy from the day you were born,
Like teardrops on the roses kissed by the morning dew,
You're the treasure that gives us pleasure in everything you do.

Happy Birthday to our dear son who couldn't be more loved,
We turn to God each day and night to keep you safe and sound,
We join you in your night prayers as to the guardian angel you call,
Please protect and keep your light on for this cute little boy.

May God Bless you our sweet angel
Especially on this day,
You are our masterpiece that only God can create.
And as the candles, your breathe will blow,
Our endless wishes,
Like shooting stars, your life forever will glow.

May God Bless you Today, Tomorrow and Always
In Peace, In Health, In Happiness and In Love.

with love
Mum and Dad


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I Remember Back When

								 

I  remember at the young age of 9 or 10.
Going to the theater was 
considered a sin.
There were many things 
that as a young boy.
That I wanted to explore and enjoy.

My parents may have been "old fashioned."
They were filled with a Godly
love and compassion.
I look back now and with some hesitation.

And think about this 
"new generation."
I wonder "where have all of the morals gone to?"
Some parents are doing things, as a kid, I'd never do.
Many of the "Godly" parents don't seemed concerned.
What's right or wrong—they can't discern.

What once was a dividing line 
between black and white.
Is now; "if it feels good—it must be allright."
The savior's call for holiness in your life must dwell.
Living by his word will save your family from hell.

Maybe living for Jesus is by some, 
"a narrow way of living."
May your life be one of sacrifice, 
holiness and thanksgiving.
May your commitment be true, your heart sincere.
For one day very soon, Jesus shall appear.
Now's the time to be an example
of Jesus' precious name.
When he comes —will you be ready—
or be ashamed?

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Cowboy | |

'The Cowboy On The Battlefield ... ' (Cowboy Poem # 12)

Young Cowboy On The Battlefield
Remembered His Mama’s Words
‘Just Make It Home, Son …’
Her Voice Echoed, As He Heard …

Rapid-Fire and Revolution
Missiles, Right and Left
Bomb-Blasts and Confusion
… and Silent Tears, He’s Wept

… Every Day, A Minefield
Every Night, A Raid
Every Moment, A Terror
Trying to Make Him Afraid …

Any Second, A Horror
Of A Buddy, Laid To Rest
Every New Tomorrow
Wondering, What’s Next ?

The Cowboy On The Battlefield
Vigilant and Brave
Stood Ramrod Tall and Terse …
Looking At Her Grave …

‘Just Make It Home, Son … ‘
… Echoed Thru His Brain
‘Just Make It Home, Son …’
… Echoed Thru The Rain

And Just Before She Was Laid To Rest
She Said, ‘Just Make It Home, Son …’
And With Those Last Words, She Blessed,
And Said, ‘I’ll Be Waiting, When You Come …’

                    * * * *

… Old Cowboy, On The Battlefield
Remembers His Mama’s Words
‘Just Make It Home, Son … 
… and We’ll Celebrate Our Return …


Of  Note:  In The Words Of A Lady Rocker,
Pat Benatar:   ‘Love Is A Battlefield’
(but I Say, 'Life Is A Battlefield'


Details | Free verse | |

a midnight wish

There’s a chill in the cold 
And it’s going nowhere 
She says it’s going to get worse 
Before it get better 
But we’ll hold on like stormy weather

If midnight falls then I’m homeless 
She says so calmly 
The winds going to take me away
But I don’t want to go lonely 

She likes to think
That you can carry on for sometime
She marries for the day
But she yields from the moments 

There’s everything you hope for
A map for the road
A picture for your wall
A lasso around the moon
Dawn, she's going to come to soon

She smiles softly
If midnight falls then it’s hopeless
She says so calmly
The winds going to take me far away
But I don’t want to leave you lonely 

She concludes
You can’t take away from a man
What he’s already lost 
But she insist 
That bubble baths and a warm massage
Will take away your Sunday misery

i fear it all sometimes
i hear your screams
and i wonder
if you're calling
but i can't reach you 
no i couldn't reach you
i tried but i just couldn't save you


Details | I do not know? | |

What is a Child

What is a Child,
Beside being made from the two of you?

The better parts of who you both are

Innocence
Purity
A life Anew
Another chance to be a better you

A chance to instill the lessons as you go

A butterfly sent from heaven above
A reminder of true love

What is a child?

Something more vital then your own heart beat

The one thing you wouldn't give up for without a fight
The one thing you live for even more than your own life

For this, pain you could gladly endure
A child is the secret of what the future has in store


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Engineering a Kingdom

He told the tales     with likes and similes
human character          dressed as grass and trees
the fragility of life         just like a mist
as touched by divine spark       like children kissed
 
He drew attention         to earths everlasting beauty
and loving kindnesses            as worthy over duty
painted pictures           that a child's mind could see
and of the qualities             that would last eternity
 
Those he drew       were woman child and man
in parallels explained       Gods everlasting plan
a future government          by Gods own plan designed
choosing those who               like his Son in mind
 
The currant rulers here             described as beast
devour and make suffer          great to least
he implicated leaders           intentions as the cause
as having violated            all of the natural laws
 
He pointed out the signs              to tell the time
how earth and heaven         his plans to realign
where peace on earth           in every nation he will gain
with truth and everlasting            life they will maintain
 
Surprise          a life in heaven was not the plan for man
but he put us on the earth in a garden         understand
he intends this projects finish                by his Son
with those he has redeemed           to be the ones "to get er done"
 
I must advise you         those in the grave are dead
they will remain there          until the Son has said
he who has the keys of death           has them in mind
to resurrect upon the earth           in a future time
 
While Christendom adopted the    ideology of hell
the Teacher of the Truth       in sleep of death did tell
he called his friend            who was dead and in a grave
forth the example     of what his future rule will pave
 
How can you not get it      the things he plans to do
to eliminate on earth suffering           and all life renew
oh Shang gri La and Paradise            He plans for thee
where Man will live in Love             and joy in harmony

AGAIN this is too long to complete the post here please see this link
to complete the reading......

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Via Duboff Law Group LLC


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This Past Year


I think about this past year... It “came and went…” I wonder that kind of life have I really spent? It almost seems like yesterday that I was a young man… “I had the world in the palm of my hand.” I had many goals, ambitions and dreams. I wanted to enjoy life and do so many things. Looking back on time and how quickly it’s gone by. I gaze up into the beauty of the stars in the sky. As I get older and think about another “resolution.” I find myself with another problem with no “solution.” I think about a God... Who made all of this a possibility! He’s offered to me love, hope and tranquility! I’m going to make a new commitment this January 1st. No matter if things get better… Or things get worse… I’m going to give my life and family to God above. And ask him to bless our home with his mercy and love. I’m going to try to live for him the best way I know. And seek his blessings wherever I may go! I’m going to give to God a love and strong commitment. It’s only in him where I’ll find true fulfillment! There’s an important fact, I shall always remember… God is with me from January thru December! He will be there to guide each step that is taken! With him in my life… I’m never alone or forsaken! By Jim Pemberton


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My Mark

I see you,
thumb in
   mouth
blankie draped
over 
   your head
rubbing your cheek . . .

And holding
your own
son
   dwarfed by
your
daddy hands

comfort zone found
    already


Details | Cinquain | |

Children (Cinquain - I believe?)

Children -
little people.
Laughing, running, playing.
Emotional, excited things -
youngsters.


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Hush Baby

Sh, sh, close your eyes,
silent night broken by your painful cries.
Your heart is broken, I can tell;
it's okay, for mine is as well.
Don't ever wonder why or how,
just know mommy's with the angel's now.
The blood is nothing, mommy just fell,
there's something years from now I have to tell.
Mommy doesn't want you to be sad,
she'd want you happy, so please be glad.
She was a wonderful person, I'm sure you kow,
twenty is much too young to go.
You're also to young, only five,
I'm glad that at least you're alive.
C'mon baby, daddy's here,
we're all alone now, I fear.


Details | Prose | |

Seed of Birth

Moments to Reflect
Seed of Birth
After a summer shower I watch the wonders unfold Gods truth is being shown. His love for all shall be known to all who have eyes that can see. The miracle of life that is a delight to behold can be seen in a drop of rain on the end of a leaf. Sparkling like a diamond in the light, more precious than gold, a secret is told. The water of life, without it we cannot go on the earth would be has dry has a bone. A desert: a waste land as hot as Hades and not fit to be called home. The water of life He is known. 
The air so sweet and clean the breath of life He has been called. A blessing from the father it is a Gift given to us all. When the air can been seen it is unclean and in this state I call it satans breathe, oh so foul and within it only death can be found. 
Flower and trees, grass that is so green that there is not any artist in the world that could paint a more beautiful scene. Concrete streets and black top parking lots; progress is what it is called…maybe not. An eyesore, mans’ master piece his legacy, beauty it’s not. 
Like a spring rain or after a summer shower; new life does salvation brings. Like the morning dew shining like tiny jewels, in the sunshine they do glow.  Flowers blooming and life a renewing, with Jesus this is how salvation goes.
Rain can be seen as the world being baptized and cleansed, purifying it of mankind sins. This is a fresh beginning but it not at its end it only truth starts when you ask Jesus to come in.  
After a gentle rain shower our God reminds humanity of His power and His promise: rainbow in the sky a wonderful, magical miracle, truly a delightful sight. His signature written in the sky, proof that He tells no lies; never again with water will He end the world that has bought to Him so much pain. His tears of sadness, never again will the world end with rain. 
The evil one try his best with his temptation and his tests to cause us to die and never to rise; humanity he do hate want to take all with him into that fiery lake. These are the tools of his trade war and strife adding in a touch of worldly lust doing his best to kill our trust in the Lord who has given us so much. The spiritual war is what we are in do not fall for satan schemes. Heaven or hell which one will it be? Like the sun gives life to flower, the Son gives life to all who follows. He who is free is free in deed.
Christ the savior God did send, it shows us that satan cannot win. Like a summer day after a spring rain new life will begin. He will pardon us of all our sins but you must ask him to come in His forgiveness know no end. Open your heart and let Him in then and only then can you win. In Him salvation is guarantee and a new life can begin; so you must choose Heaven or hell where will you spend eternity in? 
God our Father gave His Son to the world so that we would have a path to the truth a light to shine in the darkest of time. Allow His attributes to shine forth you do not would to lose your soul. Before time ever begin He love us, will you not trust in Him sight unseen, the One who gives all life meaning?
All it takes is faith to bypass that fiery lake, because tomorrow is not promise and another sunshine you may not see. Time is on no one side, so do not go chasing rainbows you cannot fly. Keep what real in your mind the reality is sin must die. God give His Son to pay a price that He did not owe, the cost was high, but gift that is given for those who believe; is to be by His side, salvation is free are you ready to receive?
Summer shower and gentle breeze,
Golden flower and dew drops of leaves.
Soft green grass beneath your feet.
                    The only thing sweeter is than life is living with Jesus for all eternity.


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I Know of Someone Going Through A Discouraging Time

Going Through A Discouraging Time… I know of someone going through a discouraging time. Thoughts of “giving up” have entered his mind. As a young man, he tried to trust God with what he had. Now he’s upset with God. Very angry and mad. “How could God who’s so loving and faithful...” “Not help me now?” “He doesn’t seem very helpful!” Rather than trusting God with his problems and uncertainty. He missed out on God’s love, peace and tranquility! His life spiraled down, with really “no where to go.” He felt so empty, with no peace in his soul. He shifted the focus of the uncertainties in life… Blaming God for his many troubles and strife. Through the good and bad times, God is still the same... He remains faithful and true. He doesn’t change! He remains dedicated to being there… Just for YOU! His promises never change, no matter what others do! Allow him to prove his commitment to your well being! His words of life… You too can be receiving! His love for you is everlasting, and will never end. God is. And will always… Be your best friend. Please... Right now... Make the best choice! Listen to his words! And listen to his voice! He’s at your heart’s door. Waiting for an invitation... He can bring to your life completeness and restoration! By Jim Pemberton 12/04/11


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Family is Overrated!

Headin’ back home
I don’t know what to think
I want to roam but
"I disagree," says my shrink

What does he know anyway?
And why does he want me to stay?
Family is overrated!
Family makes life no fun!
My family is too outdated!
My family makes me want to run!

Walkin’ through the door
I see my dad
My bags hit the floor and
My dad looks rather mad

Why does he think I’m so bad?
And whys he always mad?
Family is overrated!
Family makes life no fun!
My family is too outdated!
My family makes me want to run!

I see my mom too
What does she think
She says, "Your rents due!" and
She leaves with a wink

Why should I have to pay rent?
When all my moneys spent?
Family is overrated!
Family makes life no fun!
My family is too outdated!
My family makes me want to run!

I see my brother
Sittin' on his bed
I ask him, "What’s with mother?" But
He never heard what I said

Never liked him anyway
I feel like I’ve been betrayed
Family is overrated!
Family makes life no fun!
My family is too outdated!
My family makes me want to run!

We gather ’round the table
For some dinner
"So are you able to
pick anyone but a sinner?"

My mom never liked my girlfriend
Thought she’d pass like a trend
Family is overrated!
Family makes life no fun!
My family is too outdated!
My family makes me want to run!

Packed my things up and
Headed for the door
"I’m leavin' for a distant land!" Then
My mom’s jaw hit the floor

Never liked my family anyway!
Wanted to leave every day!
Family is overrated!
Family makes life no fun!
My family is too outdated!
My family makes me want to run!


Details | Free verse | |

This poem

This poem could have healed,
Could have done anything,
If it had been revealed,

This poem is lost,
Between two pages of an unknown book,
Maybe indefinetly tossed,

This poem is constricted, binded by society,
Yet freely sways like the tree it once was,
And its open minded artist bursting with variety,

This poem is me.

By Janetta's Grandson Mac



Details | Light Poetry | |

A B C's Of Being

The greatness of man
Is in the way he perceives
There are many happenings
Some pertain to color
Some to challenge personal stands them self
Going back to what makes a man
Is a woman in childhood rearing
Clear percussion answers 
Correct timing
Brow beating shunned
Showing importance for small conversation
Instilling feeling for feeling
Teaching what best is
The whys of not
Meeting the occasion
It's alright 
To fail


Details | Acrostic | |

MY Son Ross

MY Son Ross

My son has a special purpose in life.  I am sure of it.  His life was spared thrice.
Yesterday, he was a babe in arms; the days and years have passed way too fast.
 
Somehow, without permission (lol) the boy turned into a man, a good man.
Only yesterday, he went off to school…we vacationed and camped.  Everywhere!
Next thing I knew, he was graduating from high school and started working.
 
Ross, the baby in the family, is going to join the Air Force in ten days…far away.
My son has optimism and has set career goals; I love Ross and shall miss him terribly.
Soon, his life will change.  I can see him in my minds eye: exercise and more exercise. 
Strong and honorable, my son shall go forth and do some good in the world…love, peace.

© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
February 13, 2010

Poetic form: Acrostic

To see my son, Ross, use the following link to go to my Poetry Soup Photo Gallery:  http://
poetrysoup.com/poetry_blog/blog_detail.aspx?BlogID=4830&PoetID=14403


Details | Rhyme | |

All He Can

He is doing all he can
He wants to save his son
Medicine, nontraditional
he has tried every one

He is doing all he can
Still it's out of his control
His son keeps on suffering
Pain is demanding it's toll

He is doing all he can
He prays night and day
"Please God save him
don't take my son away."

He can do no more
Now it's all in God's hands
Time to trust in Jesus
He has his own plans

God will do what he does
There are things we can't see
His son will be the witness
When God sets him free

On wings he will travel
Heaven will rejoyce on that day
Tears will turn to celebration
God will take his pain away

His life will not be wasted
This is a temporary Death
Eternal life to be provided
Upon his final breath


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School Days Sweethearts

This night i have had
This 7th November day
It's one of my best
I have to say

The occasion was
A birthday party
My son's girlfriend
A couple so hearty

Parents of this two
In tribute proud
On a Munro i would stand
And shout it out loud

Ann Marie, Murdo
Nicola and James
Proud parents we are
Of our sweetheart flames
 
To watch them grow up
Into the people they are
Bright lights in our lives
Our heavenly stars

To Leanne and Andrew
As i look back on this night
This November day
This world has done right

It has brought you together
As it has requested you be
No better couple has stood
In front of me



A few words from a proud parent to the
most wonderful couple, with all my heart




http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/me-2.php


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Murder in the Skies

It was on this day
December the 21st, 1988
Pan Am Flight 103
Would learn of it's fate
 
Blown out of the sky
For all the world to see
Two hundred and fifty nine people
Rained down on me
 
My country Scotland
Lockerbie town
The falling of life
In deathly down
 
This 747
Model 121
Laid-en with fuel
The horror's begun
 
Argentinian, Belgium
Bolivia too
Canada, France
Sat beside you
 
Germany, Hungary
India as well
Hey, Herr 
The flights going well
 
Ireland, Israel
Italy flew
To go to the States
All feeling brand new
 
Jamaica, Japan
Philippines seated
Family toil
Families depleted
 
South Africa, Spain
Sweden in flight
JFK
Will not be tonight
 
Switzerland, Trinidad and Tobago
The United Kingdom, United States
All of the above
On this December date
 
We also remember
Eleven on the ground
Who obliterated to nothing
Not hearing a sound
 
The town of Lockerbie
Will never be the same
Yet one of the gang goes free
Because the poor guys in pain
 
Where's the compassion
Of the 270 lost
Their memory now tarnished
To the Scottish Governments cost
 
We set him free
To his home he goes
Treated like a hero
All compassion has froze
 
My thoughts and my tears
Are for the truly lost ones
Who will never enjoy
The return to their hometown


In dedication to the 270 who lost their lives on December 21st 1988.



http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/loss.php




 


Details | Cowboy | |

WHERE IS IT NOW?

        I can recall when we did things happily together
       sharing a love that should have lasted forever
       Sun light to reveal the way so we could follow
       behind her eyes were my tomorrows
      Then something changed her mind, 
      your expressions told me
     I had no affectionate arms to squeeze me

      Daily I awaken, then I fall to pieces
      each day I started out, then I cried my heart out
      wondering why I am still alive in this world
       Lost is a man with out affection

     I cannot deal with this world that has fallen down on me
      If you sincerely understand please come back to me
      

      I was good to you and at first you were good to me
       We were right for one another like birds of a feather
      I am sorry for how reacted to your actions at the end
       I loved you very much so what else could I do? 
      But Honey  where was your heart and where 
       It now?


Details | Free verse | |

Graveyard on two feet.

She walks alone
down a busy street
Fear painted on her face,
and blisters on her feet

Car horns are honking
People bustle by,
Not seeing the brokenness 
of the girl at the traffic light

but they wonder why...
but they wonder why...

Such a beautiful girl 
is alone in this world
No one to pick her up
when she's down
No one standing by her side

When you look in her eyes
you see the fear that's inside
her walls come tumbling down
but you'll never get the chance to see her cry


Details | I do not know? | |

My lil man

The moon peeks thru my window
Looking to bathe me in its midnight light
We are one yet we are two
I feel you stretch inside my stretched out belly
Watch as your hand presses against your tiny home
I start to hum my mothers song and I can feel you shift
Perhaps to listen better I smile as the thought crosses my mind
You relax as I lay we lay watching the moon watch us
It used to be me against the world
Now its us against the world
But never fear
For i am near
And while im here
No harm will come to you my dear
My lil man my heart
Though you're still so small
And the world so big 
I'd face a thousand foes 
Smooth out a thousand woes 
Before letting you go.
Rocking in my rocking chair
I sit and dream of years to come
Your first christmas
First grade
Your second third and fourth girlfriends
The fifth scraped knee
Your sixth doctor visit
The seventh grade when you made the team
And the eighth when you almost quit 
Nine dozen late night conversations
And of course the 10 million kisses 
I just cant stop giving you
A lifetime of treasured memories just waiting to happen 
As I sit there rocking in my rocking chair
The moon peeking thru my window 
And your tiny movements 
As my heart beats with your heartbeat
And our hearts beat as one
My lil man


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Sorry, Dad

Many a night in all these years I think of you, moved to tears
Many times made me sad because I really miss you Dad.

Now I am old and realize I wish I could apologize 
Forever doubting my father’s love, I still pray to the one up above

So many years ago you died I was nineteen and never cried
I detested whenever you took a drink, not once did I ever stop to think

You had your own dragons to fight; they came out almost every night
Dragons you could never slay, you fought them ‘til your dying day

Now you have finally found your peace, please know my love will never cease
For now, I have kids of my own, learned to love from what you have shown


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To You, Mr Apolinar

Sir, I been hearing good things about you;
You're in the public gaze for being so true,
Loyal to your people and to the community;
Are you running for an office, for nation's security?
Indeed, I learned many things about you, thru my friends;
They're proud of you, 'cos of the love you showered them;
Are you a Pastor? Because every sermon
You render, they believe
Even, my own sister was impressed
When she met you
At the park, where I used to play;
You sang her a song in a falsetto;
Are you a Singer? Forgive me, If I asked
I'm not trying to be rude; it's not my attitude;
The accolades they bestowed on you,
Attracted my curiosity that made me spend the night
On a hill, alone, where its stillness I felt
As the winter colds breezed into my skin,
While gazing at the stars;
Just to catch a glimpse of you, Mr. Apolinar
I failed, 'cos you were not there
And never been there;
That's why, I'm coming home
Despite, decades of not being around
But, I am sure I can find you in the town,
For it is your own blood, Father
That runs through my vein;
Though, you never show me 
Your true self, your love nor to be concern, 
Still, I will always love you!


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I can not

I can not share my heart with you
Im in love with another man
and he's nothin like you
I know we had hopes, and dreams,
making memories,
but it had to come to an end
my love for you is just a friend
Im in love with my man

I apologise
for you fallin for me
I apologise
when we made love that early spring
I couldnt go on like this
you put my love to a test
my love for you is just a friend
and this affair had to end

I can not 
I can not
Oh no...

I can not share my heart with you
Im in love with another man
and he's nothin like you
I know we had hopes, and dreams,
making memories,
but it had to come to an end
my love for you is just a friend
Im in love with my man

he gives me positive words
he gives me the time
that I need
he makes my heart skip a beat
I let his love set me free

he is the best I ever had
he lift me up when I am sad
he mean so much to me
and you a nice friend indeed

"but"....

I can not share my heart with you
Im in love with another man
and he's nothin like you
I know we had hopes, and dreams,
making memories,
but it had to come to an end
my love for you is just a friend
Im in love with my man

the gates are closing
the sky is raining
I know ya heart is breaking
you gotta understand
I love my man

"oh"

(I can not share my heart with you)


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I Can't Do This Anymore It's Dragging Me Down

I just can’t keep “doing this” any longer! What am I doing? I began to wonder… This “sin” just keeps dragging me further down… What do I do? There’s no one around??? This “thing” has got a hold on me… I cry every night… I want to be FREE! I’ve tried and tried… But to no avail… Just when I think I have victory… I fail! I’ve read in scripture of a power that I haven’t seen. I read of a savior who can do ANYTHING! Why don’t I give him a try? I’ve nothing to lose! I’ve been so hurt, worn out and abused..… To you, dear Jesus… I confess my every sin. And can feel your love from deep within! Thank you Jesus! For giving me a joy I never knew… I don’t know where I’d be if not for YOU! You’ve brought to my life a peace I never had. For all you’ve done for me. I am so glad! Won’t YOU give your burdens to this one… I call friend? And experience the joy of being born again? Please come to him now. Why not this hour? And experience his life-changing power! By Jim Pemberton 01/17/10


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Dear Mom

I love you mom.
I wish there was a word to describe my appreciation.
But there’s not a word to compare
To my feelings that are really there.
I also want to thank you
Not just from a son but a brother.
I praise you as the greatest mother.
Growing up in near poverty,
Never doing without.
You passed that test no doubt.
For this I’m blessed.
Plus thru it all you never turned your back,
Really what more could I ask?
I love you mom
I have to say thank you for going above and beyond!!!!


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The Life Inside Of Me: My Blessing

Never thought a life of another would be growing inside of me 
It came as a surprise to me but a baby is not what I need
Abortion is never an option I see, adoption is not where my baby will be.
For the next 9 months it’s going to be you and me.
Having you nurturing inside of me will give me the strength to be strong.
At times I will break down and cry 
Other times my smile will shine.
I can’t wait to see you grow.
To see pictures of your fingers and toes.
You tossing and turning inside of me inflicts pain but that fine with me
Because that lets me know Mommy’s baby is okay.
As your body constantly grow
My stomach will start to show.
Our bond will get stronger and stronger
Seeing the features of your face will excite me 
Makes me wonder if you will have big brown eyes 
Or those of your father
It really doesn’t matter because I will see.
I wonder if you are a girl or a boy.
Will I buy blankets with pink flowers or blue trucks.
With you growing inside of me, I began to think of my importance
How you will be a blessing to me and how blessed I will be.
Months have passed and I can no longer fit my pants 
Stomach sits out big and far
I can’t but think there you are.
Can’t wait for you to be in mommy’s arms.
From here on out you are all that matters to me.


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Are You God ophobic

Are You God-ophobic? I’ve heard of phobias of different kinds. I’m sure there’s many people with “confused” minds. But there’s one “phobia” that concerns me the most. It’s a “God phobia” that’s drawing so close. It’s like people have a phobia of “In God we trust.” While so many of their lives are burdened with lust. A lust for pleasure and whatever “pleases for the moment.” Many are looking for various kinds of “fulfillment.” But fearing and obeying God? This sounds absurd! Why should anyone care? Much less… Read his word? Even prayer seems to be “a thing of the past.” How much longer will this country last? What we should fear… Is the wrath of God that will come… For not believing and accepting Jesus… His son! Everything we’ll ever need. Has already been provided! An abundant life with Christ can now be decided! Won’t you accept his gift of life everlasting? And look beyond human reasoning and understanding? Put your faith in God. And HIM alone! So you too, can have a place in his eternal home! By Jim Pemberton


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I've Seen Sin's Destructive Force


I’ve Seen Sin’s Destructive Force!

I have seen the destruction of sin’s evil force.
It happens when people’s lives go “off course.”

God has given to us his word as a solid foundation.
Too many relationships end in a separation.

I’ve seen people being together for many years.
Come to an abrupt “halt.” Ending in heartache and tears.

People that have had many harsh words spoken…
Only to have their lives torn apart and broken!

God has given us his was of truth and living.
It requires a life of sacrifice and giving!

He asks for us to sacrifice our time for him
And to allow for his love and a healing to begin!

The truth of his word need to guide what we do and say.
It needs to guard our souls, 24 hours each day!

Scripture gives us a “roadmap” in which build upon.
 God’s spirit will guide us when “things go wrong.”

May I suggest spending some time each day in prayer?
Your heavenly father knows your every need and cares!

He wants the very best for you and so much more!
His love and mercy are truly worth living for!

If your life seems “fragile” and heading
 in the “wrong direction.”
Won’t you seek God’s ways 
and his “divine correction?”

With the blood of Jesus, your life 
will be on solid ground!
For where there is sin...  God’s love does 
much more abound!

Please come to the Lord!  Why not this hour?
Experience his presence and
 life-changing power!

By Jim Pemberton


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My Morning Routine

The sun rose again today
Morning birds sang their song
The newspaper I still get
Was waiting on my lawn

The early morning dog walkers
Were giving Fido his exercise
My son yawned and stretched in bed
Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes

The smell of my wife’s coffee
Tickled the inside of my nose
She swept all the bread crumbs 
Off her newly ironed clothes

She gave a faux kiss, Goodbye
As she rushed on out the door
Our lips hardly ever touch
Like once they did before

My son dawdles upstairs
Time for me to begin the morning fuss
That continues from this moment
Until he runs to catch the bus

Still in my gym shorts and tee shirt
I sit at my office desk at home
Before I start my real job
Think I’ll write a little poem


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Tempting Love

Tempting Love
     By Dane Smith-Johnsen

Hand in hand, we walked beside the winding trail.
We laughed and loved along this path by and by. 
And felt extraordinary; two hearts entwined.
The faintest scent of lavender embraced us.
Distantly, gardenias decorated, white.
A quiet interlude impassioned delight.
And our thoughts within the wind lightly soared.
As in times before, we knew love’s quiet peace.
The day thus started vanquished every sadness. 
Here, on this very lane, so often traversed,
Our wildest dreams of joyfulness found birth.
And you, as every part of me, prayed to kiss.
There, beside the wall, beneath the eyes of God.
Restraint unveiled; sweet promises hence covered.
Destined to impasse passion until betrothed, 
Love’s temperance, the foundation of honor,
Defied assorted pangs of fleshly yearnings.
To taste your lips and electrify your soul,
With such emotion that only true love knows-
Feel deep tenderness against your thirsty heart.
From temptation thus entangled we must part.
Before shame singes two souls with grave sorrow.
We must pledge our love to keep tomorrow.
And vow to enter marriage pure, undefiled.
Let us live to save this passion once again.
And fill our souls, memories until then.


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Undefeated

I can take more than you can dish out
Charge me full-bore
And see what I’m talking about
Find yourself head first in the ground
Without a sound
Not even a peep
From the weak surrounding me
Strength is my only option left
Everyone else tried their best
Before giving up, I guess

The power within me
Will give me the will to be
Stronger than he or she
Two against one, few against many
The battle has begun
But the war is never ending
Hell man!
You think you can understand
How the world just keeps repeating?
Think you have your "stones" in hand
Ready to take on the master plan?
You must be kidding!

At one time I was slang’in
Eight-ball’in and gang-bang’in
Roll’in hard, liv’in high
The one that could not be outdone
Takes the title & packs up his guns
-- And you wanna know why? –
‘Cause life is do or die!
And there comes a day when you have to say
Good-bye……and walk away (undefeated)

-Boz-



My entry for Christophers Shedding my Skin contest


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Getting By With The Simple Things In LIfe

The Simple Things In Life…

I met this person…  And could hardly
 believe my ears…
He hasn’t watched public
 television in over 40 years!

How could someone not 
watch this for so long?
Is everything o.k with him?  Is anything “wrong?”

Allow me to put any uncertainties 
or questions to rest.
He is doing quite well…, 
And feels rather blessed!

He  hasn’t looked to television to entertain.
But is very happy..  
No reason to complain…

I know that he loves Jesus 
with a passion and zeal…
God is in his heart.  He knows his God is REAL!

He has a dedication for Christ
and the Holy Ghost.
He seeks in life what really matters the most…

He has a wife and several children as well…
They’re seeking God’s love.  You can TELL!

It’s the “simple things in life”
 they’ve learned to enjoy…
A contentment in life is what 
they wish to employ…

What takes our time from Jesus
 we may one day regret.
That which Christ has done for us… 
 May we not forget!

May we all be encouraged to live for God.  
Whatever the cost…
And perhaps get our focus back
 on the “old rugged cross…”

By Jim Pemberton


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Cradle Grave

He lay awake in fear
Darkness all around 
A cry escaped his voice 
All ignored the sound
Unable to fend for himself 
He lies there all alone
Cold, wet, and hungry 
Soon he will cry no more

A cold and drafty warehouse 
Is where he has to live
A mom possessed with an addiction 
No affection she has to give
She leaves him crying all alone 
To feed her inner demons
No second thought to her baby
All alone and helpless

Each night he spends there all alone 
Shivering in the cold
No mom around to protect him 
From the fear inside his soul
Many days he lies there all alone 
Rotting in his mess
Until the day had finally come
 Where there was no life left

On this earth for just a while 
He quietly slipped away
On a night too cold 
No warmth for cover 
He cried his final breath

A wasted life gone too soon
 No thought to what could have been
For the cradle has become his grave 
To rest what is left of him
I pray to God please take his soul 
And grant the life not given
Here on earth for the moment of time 
This hell where he was living


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TREYVON

The love that made you was one deep and true
And our moments together only a precious few
I wish you was still here with me my dear
But I can’t change god’s plans for you I fear
Was he trying to spare you a life so unkind
Taking you out of my sight but never my mind
Still taking you from me was so unfair
My pain is still fresh as well as my despair
Son good-byes are always the hardest to say
I have no other choice, I have searched for another way
So no more will I question god’s will with why
I have to let you go my sweet baby boy good-bye!!


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Where Were You God

For many years they asked the Lord for a precious baby boy
They hoped this child would bring them a lifetime full of joy
The Lord indeed granted this gracious gift of love
Wonderfully created by the Father up above
As this child grew so did his dream to serve the Lord and man
He was totally committed to the heavenly Father's plan
His family did not like the fact his life was on the line
But he knew God was with him and he would be just fine
Although he was covered by prayers that never ceased
He chose to risk his own life to give his brother peace
A senseless act of terror snuffed out his life one day
His parents filled with sorrow in anger began to pray
"Where were you God when my son was lying on the ground
Fighting for his final breath with the enemy all around"
The Lord answered them at last and this is what he said
"I was right there with him and I cried when he was dead
Remember I too lost my son two thousand years ago
I understand your agony and I want you to know
Your son is safe up here with me he's doing what he loves
Serving me and guarding you from my throne above"


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Changing Perspective

Watching my great grandson laugh
Wondering what his future holds
Realizing how short life is
As a new life unfolds
Did we change in all those years
Thoughts cutting like a knife
Changing perspective as we age
Changing times a way of life
We cannot turn the clocks back
Or bring back the time before
The future lies in his hands
Our good old days will be no more
When he reaches our age
Will he dream of days so long ago
Will there be a changing perspective
Of the things that he loved so
Generations pass as time goes by
Values and spiritual growth re arranging
Hopefully the core beliefs we knew
Would be passed on never changing
I wish him hard times, and a little rain
Some struggles just for now
I also wish him happiness
And all that heaven will allow.


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Still In Love

Still In Love... My son came to me with a question on his mind. I said; “Not now son— I just don't have the time.” He said, “Daddy—are you still in love with Mommy?” “Do you love her like you did when I was in her tummy?” My eyes choked with tears; “Yes son I really do!” “I'm in love with her... and I appreciate you.” “Daddy—will you always love me like you do mom?” “Yes my son—my love for you will always belong.” I looked down and much to my surprise. There were tears running down my sons's eyes. He came running to me with his arms wide open. “Thank you daddy” were his words spoken. I picked him up and gave him a great big hug. As I let him down, on my shirt I felt a tug. His little arm reached up to grab my hand. I knew that what I said, he began to understand. I love his mom so much—my wonderful wife. She's been such a blessing- a great part of my life! By Jim Pemberton


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Spinning Head

As the music is playing
My head is spinning
The notes of the guitar 
Seem to pierce deep inside

Wrapping its icy grip
Around my heart 
And tug tug
On my heart strings

As I sit alone in the dark
With the cold air of winter
That drifts through the  cracks
Cracks of the house

I imagine a better time
A better place in my life
A time when the sun was shining
Down on me  and warm smiles 

The warm smiles of summer 
Were all around 
I guess that's why
The expression is fair weather friends

When the storm brews 
In the distance 
The first sound of thunder
They scatter and leave one alone

Alone as you were at the start
In the end we're all alone
And no one will ever be standing by us
Just us and our maker


(This is not mine but my grandson who lives with me and suffers from depression. His name 
is Cody Waldrop.)


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God Brought A Healing To My Troubled Mind


God Brought A Healing To My Troubled Mind… I used to allow many thoughts to enter my mind. There were good and bad ones... Just about every kind. My family thought I was being a “good Christian.” I never did anything that raised “a suspicion.” I went to church every week and did the “Sunday thing.” I had no idea the kind of life my thoughts would bring. I felt much “turmoil” of what was in my head. “How much longer can I take this?” Were the words I said. As there were many bad thoughts that seemed to “burn.” Those around me didn’t know or were concerned. I needed some help. And I needed it fast! I didn’t know how much longer I would last! With no friend to help.., I decided to pray. This was my time with God! This was my day! I cried out to God with a voice of confession; “Dear Jesus rule over my mind and take possession!” As I read God’s word... Philippians 4:8 was found. Virtue and wholeness in my life needed to abound! I asked and begged God to help me to obey it! I gave my commitment to him. And not just “say it.” A love for him as a friend was found and did bring. His peace and love “washed away” the evil things. Christ restored my life and my mind was renewed. He set me free! Now, I’m BRAND NEW! Won’t you allow God to bring his love to your soul? With him in your life... All darkness will GO! By Jim Pemberton


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WHO Built YOUR House


This house of ours is “plain.” 
But is still standing.
We’re “simple folks...”
 By many people’s  understanding…

We may not have much of what is 
“socially appealing”…
But we have love in our hearts.  
And this is a good feeling!

We may not be “wrapped up” in much
 of this world’s entertainment.
But we seek God’s peace 
and a desire for contentment.

We, as a family, have one purpose
 and “calling” in mind.
To seek God’s ways of being
 merciful and kind…

Each day we pray with much
 thankfulness in our hearts…
For this is where happiness
 and gratitude starts!

We’re thankful to the Lord for
 his unfailing grace…
And for keeping us together
 in this special place…

We’re blessed to have a God who
 is truly worth finding.
His word in our lives is precious
  and worth memorizing!

“Unless the Lord builds the house,
 they labor in vain that build it!”
God must rule and reign…  
 So his love can completely fill it!

By Jim Pemberton  


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Composure

When we touch
I feel something happen
When we breathe
All the world is humbled
Stay with me
As my heart surrenders
Comfort me
As I fall apart

When we flee
Darkness brings us release
All you need
You can find it in me
Stay with me
As my heart surrenders
Comfort me
As I fall apart

Written by Janetta's Grandson Mac.


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A Dad's Hurting Heart


A Dad’s Hurting Heart…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

By Jim Pemberton


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Birthday Rose

Introduction: A mother is such a wonderful poetry...She is the compass and blessing for her children and no matter what, in our hearts - she's the rose that never dies.


The moment I first opened my eyes, I saw your glowing face in shine You took me in your graceful arms, And poured my life in peaceful charm You sacrificed more than I can count, To raise me and strengthen my ground Every time you heard me scream, You took off from your every meal You fulfilled all my needs and dreams, You mean the world and more to me A teacher, a playmate, An answer, a guide of fate You reach out and pull me back, Whenever I get lost off track You love me like no other, Words just simply can’t explain, you are the best mother With you I never pretend, by your values I transcend You help me get my courage tight, You aid me to my wisdom right You are my loving mother, Someone I have to share my thoughts Always you know, always you care, Always you feel, always you heal Your tender smile lights up my life, From doubts that keep me captive at night Forever in my heart, you reside You care so much and feel so deep, You’re just everything I need I’m above grateful to have you in my life, As every time I think of you, I always feel revived.


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Rulership

God has set before you Jesus the son of man
given him his power the only one who can
Jesus walked on water and legions overthrew
healed every illness did as was sent to do
 
Few have little comprehension of his gifts to men
how they are empowered when Jesus lives within
to be the Sons of God have his Light shine through
understand his Words and it's energy imbue
 
God has given treasures the inheritance of Son
that they become like master God's Beloved One
they are under tutors until they understand
the meaning of his rulership and in it's service stand
 
The Sovereigns of the nations do their leadership abuse
are corrupt in practice and righteous judgment do refuse
the takers of bribes and justice do pervert
on the path to the top care not who they hurt
 
Solomon gave his heart to know folly and wisdom
every Son of God will into this knowledge come
for God will in his kingdom have only those who serve
as only those who walk in Love treat others as deserve
 
The working of the Secret since garden was foretold
that a government by God determined in days of old
God has chosen the weak and those the world despised
that they should bare his image to Jesus rank will rise
 
All governments and nations in adversary's hand do stand
to our Lord did offer them for act of worship did demand
Jesus refused the offer , devotion to his Father True
prophetic Word of God this world already overthrew
 
Arise oh sleepers do open eyes and rise
throw down the World and sever all your ties
understand what is written the King is drawing near
war is coming to the World collect he will whats dear
 
Jesus has built his Father's temple with many gem and stone
descend it will from heaven within his throne will home
God is collecting from man his priests and Kings
they will govern from his temple dispense his holy things
 
The nations to the temple for instruction will come
with the adversary gone Light can shine on everyone
you must choose your side before God's war ensues
for your Father wants you happy and never Love refuse
 
sources 1Chron. 28:6-10 Jeremiah 31:3-14 Matt 20:25-28
1Cor 3:9-17 13:12 2Cor 6:14-18 1John 3:1-6
2Tim 3:1-5 Apocalypse 21
 
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller


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the steps of boardwalk city

People are like cities
They’re beautiful at first
Cities are like people
They hold on to the worst
People are you and I 
We mirror most of the hurt

I don’t believe in quarters 
Pleasing wishing wells or 
That waterfalls’ never break flow
Children of ruins and run
With no place to go

I miss the things 
That I have forgotten
I can honestly say the most 
For the people who were brought to me 

And you should know
Bed time stories were nothing more than lies
And now you know
Why beggars and grown men with no homes 
Have the best stories to tell

People are like cities
They’re left in ruins 
Cities are like people 
They’re broken in places
I can honestly say the most 
For the people who were brought to me 

Catherine’s in tears 
But she lust for bachelors and ball room curtains
Rebecca moans 
But there no rose petals in this empty city 
Her mirror smiles and tells her she’s un-pretty
Sons of train stops
Children of rain drops 
Orphans of this boardwalk city
Words cannot heal your wounds 
But if helps your more than lovely

“Excerpts from a stranger’s journal”


Details | I do not know? | |

took to soon

I REMEMBER THE DAY THAT YOU WERE BORN, 
YOU WERE SO HAPPY AS LIFE WENT ON,
THEN WHEN YOU WENT AWAY THAT WAS THE DAY I SAT AND PRAYED
YOU JOINED THE ARMY AS YOU THOUGHT RIGHT,
TO STAND FOR YOUR COUNTRY AND STAND AND FIGHT,

BUT THEN ONE DAY THE SADNESS CAME,
SOMEONE TOOK YOUR LIFE AWAY,
WITH ALL MY THOUGHTS AND FEARS,
 IT WAS THE DAY THAT BROUGHT MY TEARS,
YOU WENT TO HEAVEN AND GONE AWAY,
BUT IN MY HEART YOU WILL ALWAYS STAY,

AT THE GRAVE I CRY FOR YOU, 
HOPE NO MOTHER FEELS THE WAY I DO,
WHY IS THIS WAR IN ENDLESS NEED,
TO TAKE YOU AWAY FOR WHAT WE MEAN,
WHY DO PEOPLE NEVER FEEL MY PAIN,
WISH I COULD HAVE MY SON BACK AGAIN,

MY LIFE HAS TURNED ALL AROUND,
FOR MY SON WHO,S NOT AROUND,
I KNOW YOUR SPIRIT IS NEVER FAR AWAY,
I HOPE YOU HEAR ME SPEAK TO YOU EACH DAY,

ALL MY LOVE MY SON I GIVE TO YOU,
I HOPE YOU DONT FEEL MY SADNESS TO
SO TILL THE TIME WHEN WE DO MEET
IN MY HEART MY SON, YOU WILL ALWAYS KEEP,


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Which Son of Eve?

If you were to be a son of Eve,
which son would you be, my son.
Which of the two are you most like,
           according to deeds done…
               …which would you be, my son?

Are you most like Abel,
Serving  and obedient to the Lord,
Is this the one you are most like, my son
Willing to take the risks of life
         To  do the  right for the Lord, 
        ….and to serve your soul, my son?

Or are you more like Cain,
Envious, selfish, and revengeful, my son,
Is this the one you are most like?
Not willing to change for the good
        Without guilt to inflict pain
          ….wandering aimlessly, my son

You know which I would choose for you
Which life I would want you to live, my son,
But the choice is  yours is to make;
It is your life that you lead
        Your consequence and your reward
           …your salvation or your ruin, my son.

But, remember you are not a son of  Eve,
You are forever a son to me,
No matter which son you would most likely be,
I will always be there with you, my son.
            On your journey of life
                …for you are a part of me.
Godspeed to you, my son.









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I Finally Understand Why You Can't Go Home Again

The sun never shines here in south town
It’s only covered up
by a dust of regrets and letdowns
that i can never come clean of

the shadows dance in the alleyways
the darkness plays in the sun
the children all searching to find a way
for these shades of gray to be fun

we've been living on the wrong side of town
for way, way to long
we are lost when we wake up
still lost when we lay down
and i think it's time we find our way out

lately I’ve begun to notice
things haven’t changed at all
they are all the same
as they were when I was small

maybe my eyes have changed
maybe my life is stained
maybe I can’t understand
why the colors drain and the sun dims

maybe we've been living on the wrong side of town
for way, way to long
we are lost when we wake up
still lost when we lay down
and i think it's time we find our way out


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Sinned

This melody this melody 
Flows through me so heavily 
With strengths that brings me to my knees 
Oh lord please 
Bring me some understanding 
Of which my faith can find a clear landing 

Punish me father for I have sinned 
I have stood at the feet of Jesus, and did not kiss them 
I have turned my back on the father, the son and the holy ghost 
and it is you that plead to the most 

Punish me father for I have sinned 
I have given myself to a man that did not love me
I gave birth to a bastard son 
O'lord how I have gambled and not won
Punish me father for I have sinned


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Willing to die

These people I save
Day and day
They need my aid
They never keep the peace
War, famine and struggle
The only three things they know

Using greed and power
to ramble through life
Shrouding themselves
in false security
and meaningless lies

Denying even to themselves
That they are the reason for things
The reason they whimper and cry
Self genocide
Willing to die

Martyrs for nothing
People always fight
Believing war is right
Indomitable nations
Battle against one another
Waging campaigns of death
to destroy their own people

Race is nothing
When all is the same
Centiant force
Concious spirit
Waits beneath your mind
Power of unbelievable kind

Once you free yourself
War is not the answer
You see your reason for living
You see what it means to be fre


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An Adulterous Situation

An Adulterous Situation I knew of a couple, involved in an adulterous situation. A person involved, claimed that he was a Christian! He told others that he wanted to tell her about the Lord… But this involvement in sin, he couldn’t well “afford!” A “casual” encounter led to the marriage’s destruction. Her husband was so hurt, he could hardly “function.” How could this man think there’s “nothing wrong with it.” “It must be fine.” He thought. “everyone’s doing it!” Jesus has come, that we might have freedom from within! Going to church, doesn’t give us a “license to sin!” God gave us marriage, as a holy and divine covenant! He gave us his word, so that our lives can be abundant! May this be a stern warning to one and all! That which may look attractive, will cause us to fall! If there’s something more from marriage that you desire… Be careful! Your deep passions will burn like a fire! May I encourage you to pray and seek the Lord above! And ask him to build your marriage on his love! Only he can restore everything the enemy has taken! He’ll be with you, when you may feel totally forsaken! Adultery is like a cancer cell… That will eventually destroy! It’ll rob you of the many blessings, that God wants you to enjoy! What God has joined as one... May there be no separation! But a heart of unselfishness, and a renewed dedication! By Jim Pemberton


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Play to Lose

My life was normal before you came along
Now that I'm with you it seems all wrong
They even told me that you would be bad news
What can I say, maybe I play to lose

You told me one thing but you meant another
Was that the last lie? Are you really sure?
My gut was right but now my heart is struck
I guess meeting you was just bad luck

Your family loves me and your baby doesn't care
You keep me on the outs, I don't think it's fair
Crawling back to ex's is your normal routine
I ask you how you are and you tell me where you've been

You treat me bad but I come back for more
Maybe I'm foolish, maybe you're a whore
It never mattered, your past is what I mean
I thought maybe you'd like the chance to start clean

Don't talk to me, don't even say a word
I've had enough of this, lies are all I've heard
Maybe someday you'll realize your err
When I'm living happy without a care


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Goodnight Sweet Angel

Good night, sweet angel
And may your dreams be sweet.
I'll tuck you in warm and snug
On your soft flannel sheet.
Good night, sweet angel.
Close your pretty eyes.
Dream dreams of birds and bunnies
Under deep blue skies.
Good night, sweet angel.
Have a peaceful sleep.
We'll meet again tomorrow,
When the birds begin to cheep.


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Part Two...

Yall read Part One, well this is Part Two...


I dont want to be ur friend, yeah thats plain to see/

So you do you, while I do me/

And I guess this means, that this is the end/

Cause all you had to do was answer a couple questions/

But I didn't get an answer, and I don't know why/

I guess that means that i'm not worthy of a reply/

And i'm not even trippin over the fact that you dont like/

Me, to hate you for that i'm not that type of guy/

But we dont even talk no more, or even have fun/

I guess when you get new friends, thats when you diss the old ones/

You can't say that I wasn't there for you from day one/

So to question my loyalty, I would be the wrong one/

And you told my friend that she was tryna mess up ur game/

So for you to play with our friendship, yeah that's a shame/

I guess thats the penalty for being real with somebody/

And because of you, you made it hard for me to trust anybody/


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Secrets

And I wonder how your day’s been
And if you miss me anymore
It’s too late to cease your crying
No more wonders in this world 

And there are times I’d rather hold you
But you’re wishing me away
And who’s to say I’d never scold you
But you’re loving me anyway

And we only look to see you smiling
So stranded from our distance
And you shrug them from your vision
Seems no one knows that you are missing

And we wrap our arms around you
But you’re hidden anyways
They hold your cries in whispers
No one knows what lies they say

they tear you down so kindly
the world wouldn't wait on them
do you miss your tears to often
there's nothing more that i can say

your father loves you dearly
your mother says so clearly
i did all i could to sooth you
no one dares to take your hand


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Beneath the Ancient Olive Trees

Beneath the Ancient Olive Trees

Beneath the ancient olive trees
On a hill outside of town
The Son of God was praying
No others made a sound
His disciples all had tired
And drifted off to sleep
Leaving him alone to pray
His own peace to seek

Beneath the ancient olive trees
On a hill outside of town
Jesus called out Father
Can another way be found
Yet not my will but your will
I stand ready for your plan
But give me strength and courage
For I am still part man

Beneath the ancient olive trees
On a hill outside of town
Disciples slept while Jesus wept
And the soldiers came around
Then the one who would betray him
Came up and kissed his cheek
And turning to the soldiers said
This is the one you seek

Beneath the ancient olive trees
On a hill outside of town
The soldiers bound up Jesus
The disciples fled the ground
And the “holy men” of Judah
Turned their backs then to the Lord
And asked that he be crucified
They were all of one accord
On a hill side in the city
A place known as the skull
They nailed him to a cross with thieves
But their victory was null
For as he hung there dying
He cried out – all could hear it
Father it is in your hands
That I now place my spirit

Beneath the ancient olive trees
In a garden three days hence
His tomb, it now stood empty
And the scriptures now made sense
For the Son of God, to save our souls
Must die then rise again
And with this single act of love
Our souls were freed of sin

Mdailey	4/1/12



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Time's vacation

Spring's here.

Birds sing as they flutter.
Honey drips from the sky.
Plants explode like champagne.
Sun penetrates my soul.

It runs like a river through my veins.
Flushing out the winter frost.
Barbecues drift through mossy fences.
Invisible pleasure sifts past me.

Time slows down, practicing for summer.


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Did The Lord Build Your House

  

This house of ours is “plain.” 
But is still standing.
We’re “simple folks...”
 By many people’s  understanding… 

We may not have much of what is 
“socially appealing”…
But we have love in our hearts.  
And this is a good feeling! 

We may not be “wrapped up” in much
 of this world’s entertainment.
But we seek God’s peace 
and a desire for contentment.

We, as a family, have one purpose
 and “calling” in mind.
To seek God’s ways of being
 merciful and kind…

Each day we pray with much
 thankfulness in our hearts…
For this is where happiness
 and gratitude starts! 

We’re thankful to the Lord for
 his unfailing grace…
And for keeping us together
 in this special place…

We’re blessed to have a God who
 is truly worth finding.
His word in our lives is precious
and worth memorizing! 

“Unless the Lord builds the house,
 they labor in vain that build it!”
God must rule and reign…  
 So his love can completely fill it!

 

By Jim Pemberton   
12/12/10



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Make Your Family FIRST


Make Your Family First! I know a person who had “a change of heart.” And very shortly his family “fell apart.” He was involved in doing “so many things.” He neglected the duty of what family brings! He became so involved in helping others… He neglected his wife and his kids’ mother! At first, he had the best of intentions… But failed to give his family any kind of attention! He was so busy, and away from home so much. It didn’t take long for him to be “out of touch.” Very soon he found his life “way off course…” And heading down the path of a divorce! He began to ask himself the question; “why?” As he began to hear all of his kids cry! Beyond all of the chaos and “chatter.” He decided that his family DOES matter! He quit doing many of the things he once did. And asked all of his family to please forgive! He’s now the kind of dad that he needs to be! And is with his family so faithfully! May this be a lesson and reminder to us all! How quickly we can get up. How quickly we can fall! May we put an effort into our family as number one! Every mom and dad! Daughter and son! By Jim Pemberton


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my comfortable fear

welcome my son I've known you so long
your bright morning peace theology song
I've know you in birth, in hope of a  year
i held you a child and old in your fear
welcome, invite your innocent pain
let me seduce the love of your vein
my child my son no earth could reduce
your peace, it from, untangle youth
I've know you so long, in this i have pride
always mine, your invincible side
for me it was food when you were so weak
my words were the years waiting to speak   
breath my child, breath, let me taste
the spirit of life, and life of the haste
welcome, endure what i will contain
a meaningful birth and thoughts of the rain
my son, my heart, i knew you so well
death is my name and life is the spell
welcome my pardon, sleep in the dead
peaceful the night we lay in my bed
when all that is thought,  pondered upon
becomes what you are,  solid a song
to sing for a moment, it must be so right
darkness of morning, morning of night
then, my son, you limited breath
your ripe and conceive the flower of death
my name and soul, i wish you the same
cold in your flesh , peace,  i  contain
no skin, though a point, famous in name
for passion witch I  live and will claim
regard me as not, elusive, a dream
I am a truth, as hope is a scheme  
touch me and feel the power of day
skates and school, red marmalade 
I'm  life,  death,  all in the same
I bring you forth, in memory's fame
so resist, fuss, turn in your grave
deny me the fuel to jest and behave
as I must, my son, my dear
simply entrust, my comfortable fear.


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What Has Happened To The Family

I remember growing up in a Christian family.
We were content, joyful and quite happy.

Things were "going along rather well."
We loved each other... more than words could tell.

I think of the special love 
between mom and dad.
As my parents... I was proud and glad!

Over the years that rolled  on by.
Something happened.  I don't know why. 

Our deep love became 
replaced with "excuses."
Our relationshps filed with
 "barsh words and bruises."

This family... I once held so close to my heart.
Began to "unravel and fall apart."

Our love for another became bitter and cold.
Even to the day we're "growing old."

Everywhere... it is evident and appearing.
The family as a unit is quickly disappearing.

We must come together and 
remove all bitterness.
And walk in God's love and his forgiveness!

We must appreciate one another--
in spite of our faults!
Standing together on Godly principles 
brings good results!

It we insist on "going our separate ways."
We'll be sorry "one of these days!"

The family is what God has put together.
It needs to be rooted in love--
both now and forever!

HIS love needs to be the glue 
that binds us as one.
Blessing every mom and dad... 
daughter and son!

By Jim Pemberton
2009


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My Love

As i step through the light, 
suddenly it becomes clear, 
your the reason for my life, 
but i was scared of all the fear. 
Your my son, my blood, you came from me, 
your my life i love you your the reason i breathe. 
Before you came my life had no meaning, 
now that your here seeing is believing. 
I never knew i could have the feelings i have for you, 
my son, my love, my life, you came to my rescue.


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First Love

I met this girl when I was 14
Prettiest thing I'd ever seen
We met in a field, she asked me to dance
Her green dress and perfume put me in a trance
She told me she loved me
She told me she cared
She told me we'd always be
Together, she sweared
Late one night we went for a walk
I felt a little tired so we stopped and talked
I kissed her on the neck and whispered in her ear
"I'm your vision and you're my seer."

I love her
I'm sure

Loved this girl from when we first met
Our hearts were pumpin', our minds were set
We'd be happy forever, she'd never go
We were actors and life was just a show
I told her I'd love her
I told her I'd care
She was my cure
That I wanted to share
Everybody loved her, but she loved me the most
Everyday she was my guest and I was her host
But one night I woke up from my dream and I found
That my girl had left without a word, without a sound

I miss her
I'm sure

I searched and searched, but to no avail
She didn't leave me nothin', not even a trail
I think they took her away, we had too much fun
It was the man who makes the rules, the man with a gun
I missed her dear
Oh, I missed her so
This was my fear
That she would go
So I went for a walk, without my girl it was weird
But then I started thinkin', my mind had cleared
This girl clouded my mind from when we first met
I didn't need her love, my mind was set

I'm alright without her
I'm pretty sure

I haven't seen her since that dark starry night
I don't know why I feel this way, it just feels right
I think about her from time to time
Too bad lovin' my girl was a crime
I wonder if I'll ever see her again
I think I'll just wait 'till then

Maybe one last ride wouldn't hurt


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DUTCHESS

Dutchess was my bunny,
Her disposition, oh so sunny,
Her ways and actions-oh so funny,
Oh my! I loved that bunny.
          Dutchess!

She came from my son-in-law, a gift,
My pet cavy had died! I needed a lift,
My room became hers-and so did I,
She made me laugh-she made me cry.
            Dutchess!

Dutchess made noises-a grunt, a growl,
We became friends, we were great pals,
Her eyes like coal-they are So black,
Her nose always twitching and that's a fact.
             Dutchess!

I had to move-she couldn't come!
My Grandson took her, she has a great home,
I love her! I miss her so very much,
But life goes on, I stay in touch with-
              Dutchess!


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He really had to go

I was sitting at W.I.N.Z today,
because of an appointment I had made,
I had my 4 years with me,
during our time there he had to pee.

I asked the lady at the desk,
if I my boy could use the loo,
outright she said no, 
he has to go to the pub across the road.

I questioned, "what's the point having a loo,
if people cant use it if they need to go",
she reckons, "people are just to messy you see,
it takes out cleaner to long to clean".

My poor boy couldn't wait, he really needed to go,
the lady would have made him piss his pant's but I said no,
I took him out side to the main window where all could see,
then told him to go have his pee.

The lady ran out embarrassed yelling, "he can't go there",
my son wiggling back and fourth," Look Daddy it's going everywhere".
the point I was trying to make is W.I.N.Z isn't child friendly place,
I got my son to pee there because of there mistake .

They have 2 blocks of toilet's for people to use,
but wont open them, sending everyone across the road.

(W.I.N.Z- Work and Income New Zealand) - (Social walfare, govt dept.)

M.Mahauariki © 2012


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I Love You

I love you is more than just my words,

 

It is this deep down driving force of a silent sound.

Love is a magnet igniting sparks to try higher light.

Love connects beaming light twinkling at midnight.

Unmistakably, I’m assured audibly to get this heard.

 

I love you is more than me,

 

Love is pending in the depths of me I touch.

This is more than what I can realistically feel.            

It is a bargainer’s deal for the sweetest steal.

Evidently, I run wild because I set it all free!

 

I love you is less than you,

 

It is an uncut gashing wound,

With lifetimes of a scored scar,

It is a typhoon of who you are,

Apparently, it is difficult to do!

 

I love you is less than them,

 

It is always lost,

It is never found,

It binds to a cost,

Hearts are bound.

 

I love just like you,

And you love just like me!

 

I swear to my God Almighty from up above my heart is pure and true!

I really do embellish everything my love is suppose to do just for you!

 

Forever and ever, the whole world shall open their eyes daily to see!

In lieu of this unconditional love, it is here I will always want to be!

 


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Our Son, Our Tears, Our Tomorrow

Born from my soul new to this earth
This marvel of life that we call birth

Dedication endurance, gestation of time
To hold him so close our son so fine

Tears from my eyes, fulfilment of joy
Proud parents we are of our little boy

We look to tomorrow to live our lives
As we remember his dad whom fate has deprived

He was a soldier, just nineteen years old
Too early to leave us for his young life to fold

At Southampton Docks, where I waved him farewell
My tears were so different our future looked swell

Frequent letters arrived declaring our love
To the birth of our son a gift from above

Then came the day your whole world falls apart
A knock at the door, where do they start

They sit you down, knowing the words you will hear
My eyes start to swell, with a different tear

They tell of my husband, father to our son
Heroic in war, lost to the enemy gun

They leave, the door closes, I'm in momentary empty
My life not that long ago was blissful of plenty

We said our farewells my son and I
With a lifetime of tears I will internally cry


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Whirlpool of Sorrow

Pulls the trigger…
Bang…Bang…Bang…
Blood and nothing else…
Screams, shouts, horns
Rain, wet, soaked

Ringing bell,
Cheerful faces full of hope
Colorful clothes, bags, umbrellas
 A worried look, anxious to get home

A cloaked figure 
With malicious gaze
At the passersby
Crawls into darkness

A ringing sound…
No movement, no answers…
Answer machine mourns
Over the sad message

A shaken figure,
With torn clothes
Holding the last drops of money
In her clumsy hands
Falls into a drunk pit
Calls out for her son

Knocks on the door…
No movement, no answers…
A piece of paper
Words shrouded in sorrow
Waiting to be read…

Cloaked figure reaching into his pockets
For the little pink and blue boxes
Tears the ribbon…
“Oh … a silver ring”
“Oh… a teddy bear”
The bear soon finds itself 
Lying on a pile of trash
The ring glowing in a shop window

The worried face reaching the doorstep
Afraid to knock
To enter
To call his mother…
A note awaits him
To take him deeper into 
Whirlpool of disillusionment

The shaken figure has managed to get up
Fumbles in the darkness of water
For her dropped coins

The cloaked figure is at home now
Stretching its evil feet on the sofa
In his cozy house there is fire
Dancing flames of warmth
Ensuring him of his happiness

The worried face is now drenched
Not with the rain but watery lavas 
Of his volcanic eyes

The shaken figure is on her way 
To her home
Where her son may be waiting
For bread and butter
Their royal food!

The worried face hears 
Knocks on the door
Rushes to see his mom
“How should I tell her?”

The shaken figure comes home
Only to see her son with 
A mourning look
No need to ask 
No need to say
Sorrow has devoured 
The only possession left to cherish
Family…


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just a little spoken word

looking at ur smile trying to see if ur really happy or not sure i see your glamorous clothes 
and high stlye shoes but does he give you that love that u really want . watching mom as you 
grow up taking in everything daddy does as no bid deal even as a little kid you know that 
lady doesnt act like an aunty should when mommy not around. in the streets the men crowd 
around just to watch you walk by i get now you feel ur a hot commdity but its just a game 
they girls before you have figured out after they slipped and gave it up that their really not 
that more important than the one that was before you lol funny just thinking about it as you 
try to tell your younger sister to watch out and be care ful cause ur stuck at home with a 
baby like mom was at your age when grandma tried to warn her too but little sis doent listen 
cause she feels like you once did that she wont ever make that mistake and end up like you. 
look like everything is just repeating itself until sis this doesnt come home with a baby cause 
she has alreadt caught that virus and stuck in and out of the hospital cause ha baby cant 
fight off the aids thats rapidly rushing through ha body. as mom blames you for what hass 
happened your sister and your still blaming mom for what happened to you grandma sits 
back and prays that everything will be alright baby daddy not around cause he feels hes not 
man enough to be a farther not that he will admit be puts it as its not his baby afraid he will 
turn out just like his farther stuck taking care of a baby and not able to live his life and end 
up miserable and abusing mom and cheating with the local prostitues who have come to 
know him by name and the ones who you slang crack to day in and day out too. its what 
some would call the thug life lol i dont see why cause no education or streets smart to hustle 
just a dummie standing on a corner with a bag in ya pocket and money that your bound to 
get robbed of.


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To my First Born

To my first born we are  so proud of you
you were a good boy but a bit ornery too
a shy little lad and as cute as could be
your eyes they were as blue as the sea
you and your brother and sisters would play
had a good time while your dad was away
when your dad got home we'd all wait to see 
was he going to be sober or  drunk as could be
he always picked on you and made you so sad
you said when I grow up I won't be like my dad
we made a decision we had to find a new home
life would be better if you kids and I lived alone
but when you were eighteen your vow didn't last
you followed you dad down that old alcohol path
and for many long years on that road you did stay
and for all of those years on my knees I did pray
I would say son one day you're going to be free
and what a great witness to others you going to be
 three years ago you walked through the door
and said mom I'm not going to drink any more
and now you go to AA and meet with your friends
and now we don't  worry  where you have been
just a short time later you met the love of your life
and in just a few weeks you made her your wife
February 21  2007 you two  had a beautiful baby girl
Melissa Dawn came in and brightened our world
 we all see a miracle when we look into your face
we thank our heavenly Father for keeping you safe
God is so faithful  when we  trust him with our heart 
and Billy Ray  thank you so much for doing your part
words can't say just how much we love you



  To Billy Ray













 










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First born

Joyous occasion was his birth as he was the first to give me the title of "Mom"
Obstinate in his teenage years he has become
Sarcasm is his wit
Each day brings something new
Phemonally smart is his gift
Hates to ever admit he is wrong

Really loves his video games
Oblivious to the workings of common courtesy no matter how hard I try otherwise
Baby he may no longer be but he is my baby just the same
Ever ready to be out of school
Really knows how to push my buttons
Takes too much for granted but he is still very special to me just the same


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unfortunately known

Days go by
Silence wares
You walked away
I don’t know who you are

Lie your breath
Fingers through your hair
Songs you knew you’d sing
Only I truly know what you mean

Growing up they held your hopes
Hid your dreams
Loved you such
You wrote them all away
No one knows it’s us

Smiles are tattoos your mirror hides
I held you cure from saddened eyes
I took a wishful truth
And wiped away your cries

You change your status
Ruminants of what happened
Ain’t it funny
How those you love disappear

They held you close
You kept your church
I’m lost in you 
And now you’re hurt
No one knows we’re us

"I wonder where you are
I don’t know what else to do
I worry that you love me still
I feel the same
But I don’t need to sing"


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On the holiest day marks Ashoura

Watching television these days
can draw another line; a perspective –
with a variety of advertisements, news,
talk shows and other entertainments
indeed, a so-called form of ‘literature in a hurry.’

With a spate of information to know and digest,
with discoveries rolling through events,
with episodes shown in different contexts
provide certain answers in countless reportings.

A hodge-podge of issues trembles in situations,
with that continuing war, violence and kiling;
afflict the whole world with fear and sorrow,
oh, America! Cradle of power and opportunity.

Screaming headlines in various newspapers,
continue to soar almost beyond proportion;
with endless quest and wish against tragedy,
like a Christian mantra: peace in the whole world!

Religion among the Muslim countries,
plays a vital role in their whole life spectrum;
with the Shiites, Sunnis and Baathists, for instance,
another perspective, a magnet to all devotees.

As Shiites mark Ashoura in Beirut, Lebanon,
many Shiite Muslim men march the streets;
beating their chests and others slashing their heads
like a Christian flagellation done in Lenten season.

It’s a radical interpretation with inerrancy in their culture
Such a manifestation that shows grief in human actions;
adds substance to their celebration – being holy,
there’s deep supplication across the length of day;
albeit, the cry of pain makes them strong in their faith.

Note:

Ashoura.  The tenth day of Muharram – the Shiites’ holiest day.  It marks the killing of Imam Hussein, the grandson of Prophet Muhammad, in 680 A.D. battle at Karbala in Basra, Iraq.


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A Relationship That Matters The Most



A Relationship That Matters The Most! I often hear about people’s “online relationships.” They often talk about this and their friendship. So often they will post about their “encounters.” Things important to them... And what really “matters.” Relationships are often sort of a difficult thing. One doesn’t know the consequences they may bring. Too often people wind up in some sort of confusion… As they try to find the one who’ll bring “a solution.” There’s a relationship that you need to find out… What the true meaning of a commitment is all about! This relationship is the most important one for you! Whoever you are… This one will always LOVE YOU! You need to spend time with the lord above! Allowing him to fill you with his enduring love! Only Jesus can provide the kind of fulfillment you seek! He can meet your needs, each day of the week! Only he can give to you true purpose and meaning! His mercy and beauty he is always revealing! Why not spend intimate moments with him alone? And allow him to be the lord of your life and home? The kind of love you need… You’ll never obtain! Until that day when you call on HIS name! By Jim Pemberton


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But There Are Stars

One day a father’s father died.
He wept and walked with his son that night.
As they walked, his son asked, “How do I become a man?”
The father responded, “Follow me to a cross and I’ll show you a Man.”
“Who is he?” the son asked.
“He is the king of kings.”
“How do you know?” the boy questioned.
The father told his son to look up and answered with tears in his eyes, “night sky 
is dark, but there are stars.  Bright orbs of light that mock the night.  And life is 
dark but there is Christ, he quenched the sting of death and brings blind sight.”
“But Why?!” the son demanded.
“There is no why, just what!”
“Believe and know why night can’t stop sun’s light.”
“Believe and know why death can’t sting God’s might.”
“Believe and know why sorrow cannot last and suffering must fade.”
“Believe and know why broken hearts are best, yet hearts of steel can’t rise.”
“In these dark days of doubt and lies.”
“My son, in these dark days of doubt and lies.”
“Just know, night sky is dark but there are stars, bright orbs of light that mock the 
night.”
“And life is dark but there is Christ, he quenched the sting of death and brings 
blind sight.”
“He is the author of truth and craftsman of joy.”
“Confidant to whores yet sovereign master over strife.”
“And soon he’ll come to judge the dead and rule the just.”
“He’ll set things right.”
“But now my son, right now just lift your hands, let his love grab hold, and let 
nothing in this sordid lie of life distract from that embrace.”
“In these dark days of doubt and lies.”
“Believe and know why night can’t stop sun’s light.”
“Believe and know why death can’t sting God’s might”
“He is the author of truth and craftsman of joy.”
“He steals the sting of death and brings blind sight.”
“Confidant to whores yet sovereign master over strife.”
“He is the king of kings, the Christ.”
“Believe on his name, my son, he’ll make you a man.”
“Believe on his name and live forever.”


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' Outlaw Ballad ... ' (Part 1 of 2) (Cowboy Poem # 9)

You Rode Into My Town
Gunned all The Lonely Deputies Down
Blew-Up The Bank Of Trust, In Our Face …
Where, There Was Hope … Is Now Empty Space …
               … Now, I Gotta Chase You ! …

        Outlaw !
Armed and Dangerous
        Outlaw !
Jesse James, Would Be Jealous
  … of You – Outlaw !
You’re Outrageous …
… and You’re An Outlaw ! …

Stealing Hearts, Like They Was Gold
… Silver Bullets, Are The Lies, You Told
Just A Masked-Man, Running Away …
No Longing-Arms, Can Make You Stay
                 … This Is Where You Pay (Now) ! …

        Outlaw !
# 1 On Our Wanted List …
        Outlaw !
They Told Me You Never Miss ! …
        Outlaw !
… In A Duel, or A Quick Kiss …
… You’re An Outlaw !

Rustlin’ Cows and Cheating at Cards
Done Knocked Down, Many A Weak and Off-Guard
I Will Chase You Long and Hard
To Show You, How It Feels To Be Scarred …
                  … My Personal Reward ! …

        Outlaw !
$ 10,000.00 Reward
        Outlaw !
A Dollar, For Each Broken Heart
        Outlaw !
… Better Get A Head-Start …
        Outlaw !

Chorus:

Oh, I didn’t do Anything / That’s What All Outlaws Sing!
Oh, I didn’t do Anything / Then, This is Just A Real Bad Dream!
Oh, I didn’t do Anything / Stop! … Then, Where’s Her Dadgum Ring? …
                                Outlaw …

You Avoid Honor, Like A Hangman’s Noose
Out There, Wild and Still Running Loose
Wanted Posters, Up On Every Wall
When They Look At It … Tears Just Fall …
                   … You’re A Real Quick-Draw ! …

        Outlaw !
Look At That Brim …
        Outlaw !
Cocked-Low, Like A Trigger-Rim …
        Outlaw !
… Yeah, That’s Him ! …
 … It’s The Outlaw ! …

This is Showdown For Nerves-On-Edge
No More Hide-Outs; Not Another Hedge
No More Ladies, Lying On A Ledge
No More Lies, Or A Broken Pledge …
                   … See This Badge !!! …

        Outlaw !
I Shoot Straight From A Curve-Hip …
        Outlaw !
You Won’t Get To Give Me The Slip …
        Outlaw !
You’re Gonna Get Wild-Whipped …
        Outlaw !

Chorus:

Girl, I Know You’re Hurtin’ / But He Was Only Flirtin’
Luv, Stop Your Crying / Break Free From His Lying
Hon, I’m Doing You A Favor / He Ain’t Never Gonna Put No Ring On Your Finger …
                           He’s An Outlaw ! 

                           (Part One of Two)


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When Life Get's TOUGH

I’m here to tell you that when “the going get’s rough…” A simple, “God bless you!” May not be enough! Just when you think things in life are getting you down… And perhaps there’s “not a friend anywhere to be found…” Perhaps… Right now… You find yourself right there! Let me encourage you to try some prayer! Jesus is as close as the mention of his name! With him in control… Things will never be the same! He’ll speak peace to the raging waters of life’s ocean… And will give to you… His 100% “love potion!” He’ll bring peace and healing to your heart and home. He’s always there with you. You’re NEVER alone! The chains of discouragement will simply disappear… His perfect love will cast out all fear! He’ll pick up the pieces of life that are broken... As you allow his words of love and hope to be spoken. He’ll do for you what no power or god can do… He’s here right now He’s waiting for YOU! By Jim Pemberton 04/26/11


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A FORBIDDEN THOUGHT

Unconvincing words
is what I hear...
and need, not want
keeps bursting out
of your pathetic thoughts;
all is gone so sore!

A fobidden thought,
not spoken for your own sake,
what you hide is plain and clear;
when that voice starts shaking,
and those eyes start rolling:
I lose faith in everything you say,
look at me, and be as true as yesterday!
Have I ever kept a secret, or been insincere?
Sympathy wouldn't be in me today,
unless you revealed that forbidden thought!

Secrets can cause doubts,
enought to destroy trust and confidence;
are you still hanging on pretense?
Go beyond the storm and foresee
things that can't  ever been seen;
put it all to rest ...it's your last chance!    

A forbidden thought 
locked inside so shamefully
is another reason to fear truth;
being so untrue and silent
doesn't make easier for me
to forgive you like I would like toI 
A forbidden thought
lingering on unspoken lips
makes me sad and wonder why
it seems hard to face
the consequence of a lie...
when all you have to do is apologize!

A forbdden thought so unspoken,
never sheds light on anything too foregone;
something lost to time that only  love can
bring back from its deep darkness!
A forbidden thought follows a gloomy dawn,
afraid that the silence will find a voice!




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The Book of You

I see you, more than you understand
Your heart, your soul, its like the perfect book

Your heart it beats and yet you do not live
Why do you resign yourself to such a fate,
A fate, an attempt at life that is such a waste

I know in your heart you wish things where different
Wish the past had not happened, 
Wished that your heart did not ache so much

This wish is futile, to wish your heart away is to hide
Do not hide from what enriches your life
You will forever remember this
Learn from these pages in your book 

Yet that crippling pain is likely the purest emotion you have felt
I am here staring into you, reading you

I see your soul for what it is,
It is struggling to restore your shattered heart
Your greatest weakness is your fear

You fear for what can be, for the next pain
So many times you have been shattered
Many times broken and defeated

But you must learn to fight back
Learning that pain is only the beginning is the only way

Without this I doubt your heart or your soul will survive
Survive the apocalypse of your life, fate has not ended it
This is after all just the beginning of your future

I beg you to continue your life,
I yearn to read into your heart, mind and soul more

Please forgive my selfishness but I need you to continue
The waste of your heart is too much
The waste of a soul like yours is a shame

I will pass you the string for which to sew your heart
I will pass you each piece, each shard of your soul
Allow yourself time to heal,
The process is only as slow as you make it

Demand your heart to listen to your mind
Falling back into the pit of despair is truly mad
If you allow yourself to fall within its inky depths
Then forever will its dark tentacles enwrap your heart

You have felt the pain now, felt it keenly
Do not fall into vengeance, it is seductive, it is sweet
But it is a short reprieve from the darkness

Take heart, the good die young is what we're told
The better die last.
The best live eternal in their love, for true love is eternal
That love will forever last in another’s hear.

Do not give in to pain,
Do not give in to hate,
Give in to your recovery.


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My Dad Left Me My Heavenly Father Found Me

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

By JIm Pemberton 
03/28/09


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Merry Christmas

May
Everyone
Readily
Receive
You.
Christ
Has
Risen
Intimate
Saviour
To
Make
All 
Sinless.


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War

Mothers screaming
Daughters watching
Fathers leaving
Brothers waiting

And for all the things we do 
Nothing is accomplished
And when you think about it
All we do is kill

From straight lines
And single shot rifles
To hiding in bushes 
Waiting for the enemy to go by

We become more aggressive
In unholy acts of power
For Power, Wealth
Superiority, and Revenge

Now Its high powered rifles
Anything goes and the past is forgotten
We watch the casualties mount
But we can't stop the flow

Only one group suffers 
Through all of this
It's not the government
The men or the enemy

The only group that suffers 
Are the ones screaming
And the ones
That watch


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Lord help us Forgive

Oh Lord, in this one life that we live
Help us to love and to forgive

When words so cruel and unkindly spoken
Are tossed at our hearts making them broken
Anger and rage rise out of the ashes
Words that won’t erase our tongue quickly unlashes
 
Oh Lord, help us to seek not with vengeance to wound
By bitterness our own soul only gets doomed

Oh Lord, in this one life that we live
Help us to love and to forgive

When things so unfair are slated our share
When un-thoughtful hurts are doled with no care
Stubborn ugly Pride raises its head
To duty and goodness makes our soul dead

Oh Lord, help us to know wounds are not meant to be grown
These weeds of the heart are meant to be thrown

Oh Lord, in this one life that we live
Help us to love and to forgive

When things we’ve done in an unwise moment have broken
Our fair reputation that was our only good token
Remorse and regrets rise to en-shackle
Feelings a human heart by itself can’t tackle

Oh Lord, help us to not be engulfed by our own sorrow
By forgiving ourselves walk into a better tomorrow

Oh Lord, You have shown us to forgive friend and foe
You have forgiven us, so we don’t have to drown in our woe
So Lord, in this one life that we live
Help us to love like You and to like You forgive.


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The Gift

THE GIFT 		09/15/2011			1526

God is great and God is good
Each of us is a wonderful gift created by our Father’s love
How everything that we need is present and represented 
In all that surrounds us in our lives, He is the one that sent it
Seeing His son hang for our sins with 2 thieves by His side
With His suffering for our trespasses, there was no pride, 
Only a beautiful gift dripping away in blood
God’s tears as He gave us His only begotten Son 

He gave us more than any earthly person ever would
Gifts we don’t appreciate, so often misunderstood
During this journey, the people in our lives are where we see God face to face
Victory after victory, splash after splash of God’s thirst quenching grace
All in the face of the people in our lives who can never be replaced 
From conception to laughter,
In each of our stories, there are unread chapters
With lovers of “the word” sent with their own gift, their own message
Their own interpretation, their own blessing
Helping us to pass each “transgressional” testing,
By blood or by acquaintance, misfortune or circumstance
Those in our lives are here with provisions and life lessons
Preparations and encouragement, by order of God’s suggestion
Neither lonely nor dismayed, unprepared or without truth
We will flourish and continue if the “The Word” is our root

God is great and He provides what is good
The perfected masterpiece of love has been withstood
Friends and family who are God’s chosen ones
Sent to love us unconditionally whether we are considered something or none
With shoulders to lean on, and with an attentive ear
Someone to offer their support as we dry that last tear
With God’s light and His salvation whom shall we fear?
His love is always near… 
A gift neatly wrapped called family and friends


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9/11, 2001 " Page 1 of 2 "

9/11, 2001
Tuesday morning when it all began
Four Jet Airliners 
Hi-jacked at will
To fly their mission
To kill, blood spill
 
Target chosen
New York City
No questions asked
No pity
 
Internal flight
Laid-en with fuel
Turned off course
To the Hi-jackers rule
Islamist, al-Qaeda is the name they claim
What honest faith
Would want this fame
To take these lives on this September day
It's not what religion should portray
 
Nineteen jackers, whats on their minds
To do their deed on their own mankind
No scriptures, books of the olden day
Would let any brother, be slain this way
What battle would be, without seeing your killers eyes
This nineteen, the world despise
 
Our modern world on camera caught
Jet Airliners flying the next so fraught
North Tower hit by flight 11
Then the South by flight 175
All aboard the planes, would not survive
Many compatriots would also die.
To this day i wonder why?
 
CNN and TV crew's 
Capture, man's cruelty to man
It makes you spew
The cowards that commandeered these planes
Are not religious, plainly insane
 
To be on the ground and look above
Two Manhattan giants
New Yorkers grew to love
Taken down by evil beings
They can't believe what they are seeing

Two explosions in just under an hour
Office life is about to shower
Paper and life fall to the ground
Silenced grief makes no sound
To New York City, that never sleeps
In a state of mourning that will presently weep
 
We hear on the news, Washington's been hit
The Pentagon, yea that's it
One of the four, also has it's say
On this dark September day

In Pennsylvania
The fourth still in flight
Passengers on board
Try with all their might
Overcome the scum 
Who hi-jacked their plane
The next hour would never be the same
 
Somerset County is where she fell
These brave civilians,
As calls will tell
To try and claim the plane that's theirs
So suppress those infidel curs>


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second-hand lives

Ask for help
I’m right here now
Hold your breath
Wither on
No place to run to 
No place to go
This place 
Your home

Ask for help
I’m right here now
Take your step
I won’t hold you down
Hoard your breath
Wither on
This place 
Is your home

Beneath the moon
We hid till noon
Deeply felt
I’m outside of you
Grace your path
It’s all we have 
Where wonders fade
We will go 

Your air
Is built 
Of broken
Breaths
Your ground
Is soft 
No place 
To step

No bridges
Spare 
No thoughts
Too rare
When 
No memories 
Flare 

You asked for help 
I’m right here now
Hoard your breath
I won’t hold you down
Wither on 
This place 
Is your home


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Son Brother Cousin

Looking looking looking, 

Waiting watching looking,

But you will not be coming, 

My dear...

 

  Twenty maybe five years, 

Of looking waiting watching, 

But you will not be drying, 

My tears...

 

  Days through nights comes the daylight, 

Weeks through months pass the years, 

Your voice is that of an angel, 

Who whispers in my ears...

 

  Looking waiting watching, 

Shadows as they dance, 

Watching waiting wishing,

We could have just one more chance... 


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Dear God I Don't Want To Be DEPRESSED Anymore

My mind seems to be going
 "in every direction."
I often wander if I'm going
 through a depression.

The people I once loved...
 I love no more.
Life seems to be so "dry."
Rather "a bore."

My life seems to be 
"turned upside down"
There's no one to help.  
Nobody around.

Will you... God... listen 
to my call?
And accept me... 
Faults and all?

I know that you're listening
 to my desparate plea.
To love someone 
as lowly as me.

Thank you Lord for 
helping me along.
In your arms of mercy... 
 Is where I belong!

By Jim Pemberton
2007


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Prison Song/Love Prison

Hands and feet shackled
You are traped and can't get out
Doing time away from me and our son 

Love, god,and our son is making you strong
You are in place you don't want to be
I miss you like crazy 

The life we was going to have we will have in time
You are sick of that place 
You have to keep a low profile
How can we deal with this 

I'm not going to cry because I can't anymore 
I am going to be strong for you and our son
I feel like my hands and feet are shackled too but not in that way

I am in love with you and in the love prison
Think about a special place and me 
We can be in the love prison together

We will be together in time in the love prison
I can't wait til you get out of the other prison
I still love you 
I have your back til the day I die
I am not going to leave you
I am never going to leave  this love prison that we are in
Prison Song/Love Prison

Vanessa Brown-Woodberry

For my Husband Antwan Woodberry I love you Baby




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For Paul

And you came to me on Easter
Like an angel sent from God
I didn’t see you, didn’t hold you
Procedure, nothing odd

I cried for you, I longed for you
To never know who I was
My giving you up, doing what’s best
It was all for a better cause

And she came to me, in the blackness of night
Try and fail, but don’t not try at all
I agreed and held you close
Then decided to name you Paul

I cried for you, I longed for you
To know the sacrifice I’d made
We would both give up so much in life
None for which I would trade

And everyday I think of you
How your life would be without me
Do you wish for more, wish for less
Hope to one of her three

I have tried so hard to protect you
From all of life’s broken dreams
But did you know on that glorious day
You saved my life, it seems

And I want to, need to tell you now 
Before it gets too late
You are my saving grace from God
Nothing short of fate


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More Like You

You come to me on bended knee,
Mommy will you tell me a story?
Will you hold me tight,
Before you go to sleep tonight?
Tomorrow can we play,
What is a mother to say?
Can you see me in you,
Can you teach me to love as you do?
Can you make me laugh and smile,
Mommy I love being your child.
Mommy will you still love me when I'm all grown-up,
My answer of course is "Yes, my love".
Mommy can I grow up and be like you,
But my darling, it is I who wishes I were more like you.
And when I have faded from this world and all you can do is recall,
Just remember it was I who loved you first and most of all!

To my darling babies: Xach and Kylee


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If the Table Were Turned

You ask of people small things to do
But it seems like it’s so hard for them to do.
You say to yourself, “If the table were turned,
I would not have done this thing to you.”
You find yourself in certain situations,
And you ask individuals for their help.
But you’re left high and dry and all alone,
And once again you are all by yourself.
You know the saying goes,
What goes around comes around the same.
But some of the things that has happened to me,
I would not want those things to happen to anyone else by name.
Sometimes, the way we react, 
Others do not understand,
But if the table were turned, 
I guarantee you;
You would not find another like me in the land.
We do things to other people,
And you wonder if the table was turned;
Would you get treated the way you should have been,
Or would you end up just getting burned.
I know that we are going to reap, that which we sow,
Our character has to get tested.
And that’s how people would really know;
That if the table were actually turned,
It would show the kind of reaction or blow.
WHAT WOULD YOU DO, OR HOW WOULD YOU REACT, IF THE TABLE WERE TURNED!!!


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My Love

My love, my love; Oh whom to give my love 2?
My love, my love; Oh whom is worthy of my love?
This boy, that boy; My love, my love; Oh whom to give my love 2?
Boy or Girl; Family or lover; My love, my love;
Oh whom to give my love 2?
Friend or foe; Sis or bro; My love, my love;
Oh whome to give my love 2?


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Blue Without You On CD

Girl, what am I gonna do about you?
My heart is breaking in two...without you...
I've cried a million tears...just wishing you were here...
now what am I gonna do about you?

Babe, my dreams have all turned blue without you...
I can't sleep the whole night through...without you..
I toss and turn all night...trying to make a wrong go right...
now what am I gonna do about you..?

Girl, I don't want no one but you...I love you...
Now my life is half of two...without you...
You're the apple of my eye...my broken hearts reason why...
now what am I gonna do without you?

Babe, my whole world has lost its view...without you..
now what am I gonna do about you?
I can't even start anew....I just keep on missing you...
now what am I gonna do about you?

Girl, I can't sleep the whole night through...without you...
my dreams have all turned blue...without you....
my life has turned into...a world so lonely...blue...
now what am I gonna do about you?

Babe, I don't want no one but you...I love you...
my life has turned so blue...without you...
I've cried a million tears...just wishing you were here...
now what am I gonna do about you?
now what am I gonna do without you..
now what am I gonna do without you..?


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Are You Exhausted Worn Out Running On Empty Fumes



Are You Exhausted? Worn Out? Running On Empty Fumes? Is your life running on empty fumes? Are the adversities and stress of life being consumed? Any zeal and passion for God may be in the past… You wonder; “How long is life going to last???” Perhaps you feel like your anchor’s “been lost at sea…” And ask; “Lord… Why is this happening to me?” Things in life often catch us “unaware…” You may ask; “does anyone out there really care?” There is someone who can help you along! In Jesus’ arms of mercy is where you belong! He walked this earth and calmed the sea of Galilee… He’ll calm the storms of life for you and me! Won’t you give him a chance... To calm your fears? And allow his love to wipe away any tears? He’ll bring peace to a hopeless situation… All you need to do… Is to give him an invitation… The choice is yours… It’s your decision to make! Won’t you do it now? Before it’s too late??? By Jim Pemberton


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Love/Life

You said you loved me,
You said you cared,
you said you'd always be  there.

But ever since the dreadful day,
You made it clear about what you had to say.
The words punched me in the gut and ripped out my heart,
When you said we could no longer be and we had to part.

Love is strange, love is hard;
But you didn't have to go and break my heart.
Love is cruel, love is mean;
But you didn't have to do what you did to me.

You used to say "I love you".
Did you lie to me or were you saying the truth?
You broke my heart into pieces;
Now I'm gonna be lost, thanks to this.
It's a situation out of control,
But I have to do this on my own.

The healing will take quite a while.
It'll be a long time before I smile.

Love is strange, love is hard;
But you didn't have to go and break my heart.
Love is cruel, love is mean;
But you didn't have to do what you did to me.

Because I'm sick and tired of being lied to.
I can't handle it, especially by you.
I thought there was, between you and me, some kind of trust;
So I took my heart off the shelf and wiped off the dust.
But now I know it was a mistake,
'Cause I'm suffering with so much heartache.

Love is strange, love is hard;
But you didn't have to go and break my heart.
Love is cruel, love is mean;
But you didn't have to do what you did to me.

You made promises to me that you couldn't keep,
And ever since then, I'd hide so I could weep.
I cared about you so much;
I'd do anything to feel your touch,
'Cause you would hold me in your arms;
You'd protect me from any kind of harm.
But unfortunately,
That will never again be.
And unfortunately,
I'll be full of nothing but misery,
'Cause,

Love is strange, love is hard;
But you didn't have to go and break my heart.
Love is cruel, love is mean;
But you didn't have to do what you did to me.

Life is strange, life is hard;
But you didn't have to go and break my heart.
Life is cruel, life is mean;
But you didn't have to do what you did to me.


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EVERY LOVE IS VERY PRECIOUS TO ME

I express my true emotions without expecting returns;
I set no rules how friends and people should love me,
because every love is very precious to me!
 

Love me less, or love me more;
and joy would take me away to soar...
thanks for the thoughts, however big or small!
 

Any friend who gives out of genuine love,
shouldn't give it for only a day, but forevermore;
yes, every love is very precious to me!


Nobody could imagine what's the greatest love;
hear me pray joyfully amid the silent walls of a room... 
where all my prayers become flowers in bloom!


Who can doubt my kindness when friends turn to me? 
Everything that I posses, I will give away gladly...
to show them that every love is very precious to me!


Never judge me for taking my time to give it;
I am always ready to offer it and share it...
admitting that every love is very precious to me!   


I hope to live longer and happier years that God intended for my good;
I'm sure obedience to Him will greatly favor me...
and that He'll certainly approve that every love is very precious to me!


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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all i can be

Outside 
My window pane
Rain falls 
Days Undo 
Time Itself

Sun light
Morning ends
Nights fall
Lastly 
I give
Into You

Ruminants 
I start to Forget them
Mirrors, Luggage 
I’m leaving without you
Time sees what we cannot 

My eyes lie open
Across your chest
with visions to blurry to see
Is this all that I can be
This illusion 
Is all that I can see
It’s All that I can’t be 

More than more 
I remain unchanged
And you dear 
Always stay the same
Downstairs
Too slowly 
I chase 
un-doubtly 

My emptiness
Has filled you  
Ghostly 
I step closer 
To what we shared

Sometimes 
The oceans 
And images
Call to me 
Winding into 
Treasures 
Hidden 
Beyond 
your eyelids

Secrets are so rare 
Behind my curtains 
I’m open to all things 
Until you sooth me
As your voice sings 
All that I can hear

As eyes lie open
Across your chest
a visions to blurry to see
Is this all that I can be
This illusion 
Is all that I can see
It’s All that I can’t be


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Joseph

Joseph my oldest, my first born, my son
No longer a child, your life’s just begun
Many years passing by, we both have aged
Your now a man, entering life’s new stage
Up until now all in life was given to you
Entering this stage unprepared it all being new
To survive you have adapted but you knew in your heart
You needed motivation so your life could really start
You needed a little nudge, a push ever so lightly
Darkness then gone so your world could shine brightly
Your ambition when provoked can carry you far
So look to the heavens and reach for your star
You achieve even if your stars out of reach
Still touching the heavens, learning all it can teach !


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Father

Father you had me
Did I ever have you?
Father you finished with me
Before I began with you

Father I am all grown
But my heart is young
Father we never known
What we never begun

Daddy was it to hard to love your boy
Daddy did I ever bring you moments of pride and joy
Daddy you're gone and I never knew the man
Daddy I am here and alone I stand

Father why is it so hard to love?
Father did you ever get enough love?
Daddy you died and now I live
Daddy I have your name it was all you had to give.


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blake

to think he finally found his answer to 
releif,
would only leave pain and greif.
to end his own suffering and 
pain.
what would friends and family have to gain?
his life felt pointless thanks to past pain,abuse, and lifes trials and tribulations.
suicide was not tha answer,
if he only knew he shoulda been thankful.
what he went through was horrible 
yes
but staying possitive was tha 
test.
everything happens for a reason,
to find strength in god to breathe another season.
this was not destiny nor 
fate.
he had a whole life ahead of him now its to
late.
now near a casket they sit at his wake.
maybe it coulda been prevented if he knew he wasnt alone
instead of taking a life in his own home..
Reach out your not alone
god has a purpose for all us.....


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Numb

whats gone wrong?
am I past the point of no return?
will I get my feet back on the ground?

sitting down 
all alone inside my head
getting lost within my thoughts 
feeling like there's no escape 
getting sick and falling down 

falling down 
increase in speed
there's no where left to turn around

I guess I'm numb
disappointment has led me here
I need some help to leave this place
some help I haven't quite yet found


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Anytime Anywhere Song on CD

You were there....anytime..
I needed you..
you were there..every time..
anywhere...

And you were there...
even when I mistreated you..
and I'll always bear, being so unfair..
when you cared...

So anytime..anywhere..
you are needing me..
I'll be there..
anytime...anywhere...

Yes, you were there...
every time...I needed you..
yes, you've been fair.....
and every time..you've showed you care...

So anytime...anywhere....
you're needing me...
I'll be there...
anytime..anywhere...

You know I care...and I'll be there...
anytime....anywhere...
to show I care...I'll be there...
anytime.....anywhere.


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A walk in the Dawn

He called my name
I heard from my dream
Jumping up from the bed 
Misplaced my sleep

Five thirty am it was
I carried his travelling bag.
To the bus stop we aimed
Forgetting the gate key delayed a little

Within seconds we felt 
The blue dark dawn
We walked fast, but i was ahead
With our footsteps cripping behind us.

Doors were closed
The street was silent
And two to four beings we bypassed
It was a peaceful and jolly walk

At some metres before the bustop
I asked "Did the phone woke up?"
"Yes the alaram woke me tahnks to it"
I set the alarm

We waited for taxis
But they failed us
He was forced to enter 
A rickety Danfo

A bad way to start a twelve hours journey
We exchange  goodbyes
I stayed till the Danfo faded 
Going home was involuntary

My footsteps cripping behind me
The road having infected my slippers
And my feet and the road 
Had been linked with dust

Echoes of a strong bark was heard
It was repiled by a tried and exhaust one
Metres away from home 
The call to prayer was recited

And a lady was preaching prosperity
Both microphones were fighting for reign
They was later joined by a man preaching eternity
The voice of the mosque was conquered

As i entered my red gate
I found my sleep


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GOOD BYE SUMMER

GOOD BYE SUMMER




Good bye, summer, well, it's time to go,

Good bye, summer, well, it's time to go.

I hate to rush you, but you really must go

say Good bye, summer, good bye!


Well, it's the middle of September;

I’m just tired of you and your heat.

Oh, I hate to rush you, but you can’t

stay




Repeat Refrain


Now, autumn and winter,

Might hate it if you stay here too long,

One shake and we'll part, and you'd better 

get going, although you served a purpose.



Final Refrain:


Good bye, summer, well, it's time to go,

Good bye, summer, well, it's time to go.

I hate to rush you, but you  really must go

Good bye, summer, good bye!


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The Light

I saw him walk down a crooked path I say he is just a kid, it will pass He does not know the consequences you see But I was just as blind as he To think that every thing is still ok And then continue with the day Gods love still lived within my soul But there was so much I did not know Then one day, he opened the door And now I know there is so much more For the wisdom of God I now can see And I’m going be all that I can be I want every one to see what I see To tell them of the love that really can be It is just beyond that pearl white gate I have to enter, I just can’t wait I need to tell some one you see But afraid of what they might think of me But my mind is set to over come The trials of life I have won The peace I have I want to share But nobody else is quite aware There is a light that shines in my life That many can't see, because they still try to fight When the hate in the world tries to pull you down Let your love flow, yes then you have won He wants you to have it all you see Then you can have peace just like me Just to know that it will be ok Because of that light, that leads the way There were some trying times for me But I had Gods love to set me free So if you are called, do not run away Rather look for that light that leads the way And that is when you will always see The love of God, just like me


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A Diamond for Mom on Mother's Day

How many springs that bloomed and withered like flowers?
How many winters that came and melted in front of me?
How many summers that burnt my skin and dried the land?
How many autumns had covered the front door with leaves 
that crackle, when you stepped-on, rushing to kiss me?

I’m a grown man 
now, early-forties. Yet, 

I still remember well what I wore on my first day of school;
It was not signature, nor a famous Armani brand; but 
a hand made barong, sewn to fit me.
You slaved yourself over it, so that neighbors 
won’t tease me, half-naked going to school.

I also remember when I held your worn hand in mine 
to compliment you; and you looked straight into my eyes, 
bluish---like the color of the sky over us. You smiled.
The warmth of your hands still lingers on my body,
mingles with the sweat of your blood that runs thru my veins. 
At that moment of time I knew, my life’s filled with love.

To you, my beloved Mom
Happy Mother’s Day! 

Here, I brought a basket of apples, your favorite 
which I picked from our grove---at the back garden.
Let me cut this red one, for you, and I’ll show… 
the star---the symbol of my past and my future. A great star. 
Mom, only these I’ve for you, fruits of my hands, not diamond.

My precious son, red or green apple, Californian or not, is fine
with me. And, I don’t need diamond, for I already have one 
since nineteen hundred and sixty-seven, the year when I saw 
the cockcrow and dusk, finally, met that caught me, by surprise.
 


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YOU CAN'T TAKE IT WITH YOU

Take a trip with me
Out to the bloody sea
View sin and misery
Then dive right in and take a swim
Inside the den of iniquity
Experience your fears
And shed a couple tears
Get tortured by your peers
Play show and tell with the wishing well
While you burn in hell for a thousand years

When you set a goal
You will pay a toll
And fall into a hole
You scream and shout, but you can’t get out
And you start to doubt your immortal soul
The thoughts inside your brain
They cause internal pain
They leave a mental stain
The darkening skies and your blood-shot eyes
Make you realize that you’ve gone insane

Whether you are good or bad it doesn’t matter at all
You’ve just got to realize you’re headed for a fall
For all your greed and selfishness you’re in for a surprise
Enjoy it while you’re here---because you can’t take it with you


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The Calling Sun

These walls are blinding,
Holding no reflection, 
Revealing no tone, shade, or hue.
Swallowing all life and personality within.

These walls are weighted with sadness and neglect.
Wonders and horrors of the world barred off.
Alone she sits, needle at bedside.
Along with the spark in her eyes this four-cornered room has long since gone dark.

Her sun once brightened her world,
Illuminating the four-cornered abyss.
But alas, the night always comes for the day's bright sky.
Alone he sits, at her bedside,
He's lost her again hasn't he?
Day breaks, the sun is rising,
A little boy calls for his mother to come home.


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Kids

Kids are so tough but u love them so much 

i love my baby but he is so hard headed but

they are so adorable !! sometimes they are so 

tough but they are still beginning with all this adventure

they are so terrible but u love them so much there little smile 

and cute little faces... and when they start to cry a times u get annoyed

but they are so great they make u happy when u are sad but

u jst love them so much as time goes by the older they get 

the more u love them the more they care dont ever forget that 

they are the reason u left everything u once had!! But don't remain

in the past live like if tomorrow was Ur last day !!!


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i wish

I wish life had a backspace key,
One that could only be found,
Inside of me,

So I can start to hit the button until,
I'm back to a fresh page of life,
And have had my fill,

I wish stress had a volume knob,
One that can suppress,
And stop my silent sobs,

So I can twist to a more silent serenity,
Live life on life's terms,
And be happy for the clocks infinity.

By Janetta's Grandson Mac 





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STILL I CRY

Still I cry since the day you died. I often ask myself WHY? Why did you die, Why did you leave me here all alone to cry. I cry all day and I cry all night oh dear LORD that not right. My heart is broken and my heart is SAD there is so much anger in my life it makes me MAD. Your death has made me STAND STRONG and fight for the INJUSTICE that did you wrong. For each life that I save that will be a ROSE placed your grave to let everyone know YOUR LIFE COULD have been SAVED. Still I cry under GOD’S watchful eye and I hope THAT other PARENT don’t have to ask the question WHY like I. With every breath that I take and every tear that I cry I will always LOVE you and everyone will know WHY. You were my BABY, you were my SON you are the reason why I remain STRONG and one day you will be back in my Arms. With grief there is pain, with grief there is sorrow but with grief there is always a tomorrow. We will always MISS you, we will always LOVE you and I thank GOD for the timed we shared with YOU. With this knife in my heart I will stand STRONG with this KNIFE in my heart I will never be alone. You are my ANGEL and you are my GUIDE you are the reason why I survived. GOD has chosen me to be POSITIVE guide in other children lives so no THAT other Parent’s can watch their child DIE. I will be a POSITVE influence in their children’s lives because I know how it feels when your child dies. You were a POSITIVE  in my LIFE  so now I know what it take to make a sacrifice and the death of a child is not right NO ONE PARENT SHOULD EVER HAVE TO MAKE SUCH A SACRIFICE. 

WRITTEN IN MEMORY OF MY SON STEVE ARRINGTON II (RAIN)

BY SONYA ARRINGTON


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Flatline

.LIL BOI IN DA HOUSE

MOMMA LAYIN ON DA COUCH

JUS GOT DONE SHOOTIN UP

NOW SHES PASSED OUT

BOI SAYS MOMMY WAKE UP

BUT SHE DOESNT MOVE

HE SHAKES HER N SHAKES HER

BUT SHE HIGH ON DAT JUICE

STILL NO SIGN OF LIFE

LIL BOI STOMACH GROWLS

BUT DERES NUTTIN TO EAT TONITE

LIL BOI WONDERS OFF WHILE MOMMA IS SLEEP

SHE LEFT DA DOOR OPEN

NOW HES OUT IN DA STREET

DOESNT KNO TO LOOK BOTH WAYS

DEN DERES A TRUCK BEEP BEEP

SIRENS ERRYWHERE WHILE MOMMA STILL SLEEP

LADY CRIES OUT

WHERES DA BOIS MOTHA

WHERES DA BOIS FATHA

DADDY PULLS UP N ASKS WATS DA HOLLA

LOOKS DOWN N SEES DA SON DAT WONT BREATHE

HE GETS ON ONE KNEE N YELL

GOD, DONT TAKE HIM PLZ

BUSTS IN DA HOUSE N WAKES DA MOMMA

MOMMA REEKS OF CRACK N GUANGA

HE DRAGS HER OUTSIDE N SHOWS HER DA SON

SHE BREAKS OUT INTO TEARS N ASK WATS GOIN ON

SHE WAS TOO HIGH TO STAY AWAKE

NOW HER SONS LIFE IS AT STAKE

AMBULANCE RUSHES TO DA HOSPITAL

DEY TRY TO REVIVE DA BOI

TIME AFTA TIME

HIS LIFE DEPLOYS

FAMILY IN DA WAITIN ROOM

MOMMA IS DOWN OFF HER HIGH

BUT ITS TOO LATE

HER SONS LIFE JUS HIT FLATLINE





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Shoe Murderer

The other day, while I was watching T.V.
I overheard, words, that really disturbed me!
I turned to channel 9,  to stimulate my mind,
to watch the daily news. When I became frustrated and infuriated!
When an 18 year old man, was shot to death over a pair of shoes. 
I couldn't comprehend, nor could I understand!
How could a boy's life end, so quickly, so suddenlly, so adbruptly.
Someone lost a son to a gun, a brilliant mind to a crime!
A dream to a reality, and a friend to a sin!
All over a pair of shoes, that cost less than a 110!
I instantly became teary eyes, because I couldn't realize,
how could someone die, yet murder for something materialistic!
Life is considered real, yet this was unrealistic!
Now both of their lives, are cateorize as just another statisic!
Blood have paved the foundation as concrete!
All over over a pair of shoes on another's man feet.
I closed my eyes as they becamed more blurred,
uttered words, of total hate, forcing myself to reguritate, 
everything I just ate! 
Trying  to make empty space, so I could digest the news next plate!
Filled with broken promises and unspoken words! 
Through this spoken word I speak down on clowns,
who swear their down, and commit drivebys as they drive by!
What will it take for mankind,
 to alter their fate  of totat destruction and curruption!
Yet if it's not who we know, we decide to let it go!
Then turn the channel, to watch the next reality show,
because we care not to know, nor to change!
Becuase society over emphasises since birth,
that the world revolves around money and change!
So it depends on how much money we have, or what we are wearing, 
to determine our worth!
So society takes first then ask questions later, if any at all.
Until it's you recieving the 911 call.
Answering the phone, 
to be ask to come to the morge,
to identify your son!
Because they sadly regret to tell you,
your son is never again coming home!


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To keep the sun to our backs. (This epidemic is epic!)

I can finally believe that the sun shines beyond those clouds
To signal the end of the shade 
Uncovering the world’s insecurity’s

If we can find solace in somebody we’ve never touched
Their words enough to give us hope
In a hopeless race
The means to turn the page
And start the next chapter of the book
To move on holding hands

Marching as one into the sunset
Into the title waves
Into the hurricane
Making the best of every moment
Dancing in the wind and rain

To move on hand in hand


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Child With a Sword

Immaculate Son
Sent for division, not peace
Giving His sentence,

He is not guilty.
But as blood drips from his blade,
He cries out for life.


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Blaze the Skies

This journey of my dreams is everything I’ve waited for
It’s all wrapped up with strings
With sweat and tears, with joy and pain
Through hills and valleys I have come
A thousand dreams I dared to dream
I stand here in this time and place
Where stars are born to blaze the skies

Blaze the skies with your life
We live each day and weave our dreams
Each life is a song that must be sung
As stars are born to blaze the skies

When I recall the years, the many fears, the hidden tears
The solid walls unseen 
The rocky road, the times I fell
The yearning grew, the struggles too
A million stars have shone their lights
Along the way to where I am
Where stars are born to blaze the skies

Blaze the skies with your life
We live each day and weave our dreams
Each life is a song that must be sung
As stars are born to blaze the skies

I’ll soar with touching songs that warm the heart that feed the soul
To heights beyond the stars, 
And light the path for all who dream
Who know the laughter and the pain
To give each song its wings to fly
To a higher place in the universe
Where stars are born to blaze the skies

2004


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a beautiful life

A beautiful night
In the blue skies I die
Why I try to better your cries
A beautiful night
In the truth I strive
For what I realize 
In this beautiful night

A halo of dreams
It all comes to end 
And when my balance offends
My decisions to blend
There is no escape to pend
Whether or whether not I bend
To mend with days of disbelief
The failures I achieve to circulate and lead
The hemp around my neck may bleed
And when I have found my peace, I leave
Keep my determination at my sleeves
The facts at the end of my beard I scratch
My spirit and soul seem to be at a mitch-match
At twenty-two it’s a catch
The cache is you’re twenty-two
Which means it resides within you 
The memories of the holidays I wished to pursue
Broken news is nothing new
Ever shall I do 
Emotions are a motive
Purposely affiliated with going unnoticed 
When on all your desires you seem to only focus
And against the wind 
You assume you can maneuver some hocus pocus
To become a Brutus locust 
You assume you can shoulder us 
Out of proportion you can only folder trust
Hold out for a colder thrust
I told her I must 
Her own passion out sold her for lust


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Another Nice Guy Finishes Last

---Another year, another heartbreak/

God, how many more years of this do I gotta take/

---She was playing games with my heart/

And I didn't see it, but my friends did from the start/

People said this & that, but I didn't believe the spit/

Because all that I saw was her innocence/

And i'm so sick of listening to these love songs/

And I still can't believe that she put me in the friend zone/

I thought that she was the one, and would be my wife-to-be/

And I wonder if we'll ever find out how it was supposed to be/

Matter of fact, I don't want to find that out, atleast not no more/

Because you don't deserve me, well atleast not no more/

I guess my friends were right all the time/

But I couldn't see the picture, cause love would make u blind/

Maybe I was too different than any guy you've been with in the past/

And now I truly believe that nice guys finish last/


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MOM FIRST

Pulled in two
Not sure what to do
One a friend and lover
The other I am his mother

How do you take sides like that
Him calling my son a brat
No I wont see it his way
I wont give in not today

My baby may be hard to deal with at times
But you know what he is mine
I did not ask you to be his dad
And if you can not deal and have to go I wont be sad

My boys are first no matter what you see
If you try to make me choose you will be set free
I do not have to have a man in my life
I had one like you that why I am a ex-wife

So do not push me or try to pull me apart
Cause I love my boys with all my heart
If you care at all you will understand 
So please do not try and force my hand

You say that you love me 
And happy is all you want us to be
Well darling see here is the deal
First I am a mother than a woman that real

I will not play games with my kids hearts
Its them not you who keep my world from falling apart
So if you love me they come to
If not than sorry I do not need you 


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One of many loves.....

Smooth talker he can be but genuine he is
Talented more than any other I know
Endured more than any child should have to ever endure
Vexed he is because all he wants to do is come home
Ever ready to defend his family more important his mother
Needs to know that he is loved beyond all imaginings

Makes mistakes but can learn his lesson much more easily than others now
Imaginative and inventive, he can always think his way out of anything
Creativity has gotten through where nothing else has
Hot headedness he has learned to control...to a point
Always brings special joy to me as he is my son
Every day I want him back home where he truly belongs
Lost without my young man here...he is truly missed and loved


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Our Heavenly Father's Love


Our Father's Love... Many don't think about their heavenly father's love. And forget about his mercy, grace and love. That day when God's son was to die. His tender heart begin to bleed and cry. The wondrous love that God demonstrated. A plan of salvation has been orchestrated. Are you of the many who follow him? Where you can find an atonement for your sin. He patiently waits for you this very day. And loves you much more than words can say. This moment in time... With your heavenly father can be spent. Lay your every burden at his feet. And repent. Though your sins be as black as scarlet... They can be white as snow. His precious blood can wash you clean and make you whole! You will walk away from guilt and shame. The day you bow and call on Jesus' holy name! By Jim Pemberton


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Flee Immorality And Seek God's Purity



Flee Immorality And Seek God’s Purity! God’s word says to “flee from sexual immorality.” And to seek HIS wholesomeness and purity! It reminds us that our flesh “wars against our soul.” From every temptation, we must let go! With each day, there’s a battle that rages on… It’s a battle for doing what is right or wrong! God’s word must be the moral compass for our direction. We need to seek his word for much needed correction! We need to present our lives as pure to God above… And seek to be filled with his goodness and love! We need to be filled with things virtuous and good. We ought to live as a follower of Christ should! We must run fast from the “sinful traps” we encounter! We need to seek his holiness, majesty and power! God wants for each of us HIS very best! All ungodly things in our life need to be “put to rest!” God’s will in each of us, needs to be our goal! For only Jesus can truly make us complete and whole! Why not allow God’s to give you peace and contentment? And give him your life with a 100% commitment? By Jim Pemberton


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THE BASIS

And so I lived from hand to mouth
watching, and wondering
if I'd see you again
while you ~ climbed higher and higher!

Your tredmarks ~ seeming the same
relationships, younger all the time
and strategy, becoming harder
and more obscure!

While I began to condense
and grow
and realize ~ my life
must go ahead!

I must not fawn protectiveness
not even  for my own
and enemies ~ the more
were on their own incline!

And then it could occur
my worth ~ my rhyme
and even my demur
at last it was my time!

A citizen, senior in confer
a status, not obscure
and all those benefits
the aged must incur!

A basis ~ for new life
the stir ~ less gratifying strife
and separations lure ~ now empty
pools of rife!

Except in dreams ~ and tears
I see the promised cure,
it seemed that then so easy
the road should follow ~ sure!

Our hopes consideration
most certainly should be pure
and jags and jolts, abrasions
lessons ~ still . . . . insecure!


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abike and memory

A Memory. 
I once was an errand boy and had a big bike that had no gears and 
our town was hilly. In front of the bike there was a steel mesh box 
to put stuff in…sometimes when a doctor needed three chairs for 
his waiting room it was all loaded up and I could hardly see where 
I was going. But most of the time delivered things like typewriters 
or ash trays; or delivering letters to clients, the last part made me 
feel rather important as I was debt collector and taking the money 
to the bank. Banks back then had a churchly interior and I had to
take my cap off before entering; a somber place never saw anyone 
smile.  When not on call I worked in the office putting papers in 
folders in alphabetical orders, fetch cakes and coffee for the staff. 
I was offered a position as a junior clerk, but the thought of working 
in an office for the rest of my life was too much, mother said I had 
lost an golden opportunity, but she was thinking of what she could 
tell her sister:” my son works in an office”.  As my aunt’s son was 
a welder and wore overall. It is a long time ago back in the days 
I was free to make a choice. Right or wrong I shall not know perhaps 
I could have ended up as a company director that would have made 
mother very proud.  


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King Krimp

Set forth a task at hand
Meant for no one to understand
Dominate this God forsaken place
Yield the power of steel
-- Wield the master plan --
I'll be damned
If you take this land
From within my grasp
-- You pathetic little man --

..Divide and conquer...
One by one
Infiltrate the numbers
Lambs to the slaughter
Self proclaimed
To wear the crown of endowment
I shall have
What is mine to have
By my command
-- Or by my own hand! --

From out of the ruins
A natural born ruler
..No longer subdued...
Slay the bastards
That held me captive
Bonds are broken
And I'm attacking

A merciless heart
For what you made me start
I will kill you all
That played a part 
Others will surrender unto me
(Bend at the knee)
-- Beg for a life --
 For an act of mercy 

What am I?
Something undefined
But I will cripple your bones
And Krimp your mind
Who am I?
You will recognize
Your master & commander
When I stand before your eyes
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*[chorus]*
Follow me
Or my sword will be
The last thing that you'll ever see
Abide my rule
Or I will run you through
Left for the wolves
To feast on flesh & bone
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You people can't see
My ghost is really me
Manifested into an entity
I have come to reap the harvest before me
Then till the earth
Before it’s re-birth
Of a prosperous seed
That re-kindles the flame in humanity
Ignite the spark
Of what will be
For I am not alone
I come written out of stone
Out of ancient days untold
  Memories of a life 
A midnight dream for most
Suppress your foe
To express your woe
Such a miserable life
The life of a man
-- In all of his disgustingness –

-- Boz


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Dual Failings

The sins of the father 
Are visited upon the son
But the failings of the mother 
Come calling as well.

I hear the blows land 
From down the hallway
Helpless to intervene
Powerless to prevent them.

One decision from the past
Haunts everyday.
Reiterating my dual failings
As both a mother and a daughter.


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I THINK OF YOUR LOSS

     ~~ I THINK OF YOUR LOSS ~~~

WHEN MY LIFE BEFORE ME CRUMBLES
AND I THINK I CANT TAKE IT ANYMORE
WHEN MY HEARTACHE OVERWHELMS ME
LIKE SO MANY TIMES BEFORE..
                             
ITS THEN I THINK OF MY YOU MY FRIEND
AND ALL THAT YOU ARE GOING THROUGH,
AS YOU TRY TO FIND THE ANSWERS.
WHY LIFE HAS TO BE SO CRUEL.
                           
YOU HAD TO LOSE YOUR ONLY SON BRO
I KNOW YOU HEART IS SO TORN,
I DONT HAVE ANY ANSWERS FOR YOU
I JUST CAN HELP YOU MOURN.
                          
LIFE CAN BE VERY BAD SOMETIMES
AND IT TEARS OUR SPIRITS DOWN
BUT I PROMISE YOU FROM MY HEART
THE ANSWERS WILL BE FOUND.
                          
I NEVER WALKED YET IN YOUR SHOES
BUT I FEEL YOUR PAIN,THE SAME,
AND I KNOW THAT GOD WILL COMFORT
WHEN YOU TRUST IN HIM AGAIN.
                             
SOMEDAY SOON WE ARE GOING HOME
A PLACE WHERE THERE WILL BE NO PAIN
THAT WHEN YOU WILL SEE YOUR SON AGAIN
AND NO MORE WILL THERE BE BLAME.
                              
YOU MUST TRY TO LIVE BY THE PROMISE
THAT WITH JESUS HE LIVES TODAY BRO,
AND LIVE AND DO THE BEST WE CAN
DOWN HERE ON EARTH BELOW.
                            
WRITTEN BY ANN HART MAY 2ND 2004
FOR MY FRIEND,AND BROTHER IN JESUS
FRANK CANADA,WHO STILL GRIEVES FOR
THE TRAGIC LOST OF A DEAR SON 29
 
 
YOU NEVER HAVE A WAY OF KNOWING WHAT LIES AHEAD IN YOUR FUTURE
SINCE I WROTE THIS POEM IN 2004 FOR A DEAR FRIEND OF MINE I LOST MY OWN SON 2 
YEARS AGO TO MURDER IN SCARBROUGH ONT.


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Man, if she could be the one

Tell her you love her,
reassure her
Hold her close and cuddle her 
Treasure her

Go see her, 
no matter how far away she lives
Always make an effort
let her know she is worthy

Let her know 
that she is beautiful to you,
worthy of your love
Hold hands and kiss her

Be unpredictable 
send flowers, love cards 
tokens of love, letters
and appreciation

Repeatedly 
visit her when sick
Be there for her always
Hold her when sad or upset

Do not be afraid 
to show your feelings
Nor share your hearts desires
Share secrets with her

Spend time together,
relax, have fun and laugh
Give up your seat,
tidy up and play your part

Open doors for her
Guard every word and breath
Make sure she gets home safe with a call; 
better still see her home to the door

If you’d give your life for her 
die for her, defend her, protect her
Then wait for her,
however long it takes

The sex can wait
Man, if she could be the one
with whom to share a life-time together
Respect her …


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untitled

a wining breath
                          a massed the soul child
a loud blessing


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I Pray For My Children

 

I Pray For My Children… As a parent, having raised my kids.. I wanted to be a good example in how I lived. Disappointments and failures… I’ve had my share! I still love them and will always care! I didn’t want to “run away,” like many do… I want to be there to tell them; “I love you!” I did my best to give them a God given dedication… And to help them in a Bible based education. Now the years have passed and my kids are grown… Very soon, they’ll all be out of the home. I pray for God’s blessing in their days ahead. May the Bible be their source of “daily bread.” I pray that the Lord will guide their every step… May a love for God in their hearts be kept! Lord, please keep them from evil and harm… And keep them safe and secure in your arms! I pray that one day in heaven, I will see.. All my kids with me... For eternity! By Jim Pemberton


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Legions

Legions

She said daddy how long is forever
I said, I don't know, 'bout five or ten years
how can two people stay together
in this world full of pain and fears

she said daddy when I get older
will you help me find a man to take my hand
I said if we all survive
I'll surely do the best that I can

then she cried
she said daddy I don't wanna die

(solo)

child this world is ruled by the devil's wealthy
who's main concern is their pride and his money
they rule this world without compassion or mercy
and Mammon's damned have to live on his land
I do believe that love is coming
until then we have to do the best that we can

idolize the rich and you get what you get 
better to build the kingdom of God at hand
so lay the cornerstone of love in your heart
child can you understand
that his name is love
and he teaches us to repent of our sins

this world is a battle ground for angels and devils
and a proving ground for all of God's children
and I know that the angels are few
but it doesn't take but one or two
to bring down legions


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Oh Happy Day

My son smiled at me today
Said, “Dad, let’s go out and play”
Under the sun’s golden ray
My son smiled at me today

My daughter hugged me after lunch
Said, “I love you a whole bunch”
In milk, our cookies we did dunk
My daughter hugged me after lunch

My wife kissed me in the night
With that look of pure delight
A sign everything in my world is right
My wife kissed me in the night


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ballad of a wintered songster

Brandy and Crème soda 
Autumn summons us 
Shoulder to shoulder
We know not
If we’re getting older
We are self confident soldiers
I give you the best 
Of my brandy and Crème soda

March
Early and on we shall
Through these days of despair
Autumn prevails
Ways to soften
Whom could offer such a touch
A warm letter in the mail
Growing adolescents 
A young man
The consequences  that follow
A growing male
The turmoil that soothes us 
Is growing ale
The spice that tips ginger
Snaps a small town singer
“I love you”
It’s going to be a long winter
Shall we withstand 
This duration as centered
Look to no one 
For flaws 
seem to dissolve our mentors
Passion is Rum
Whiskey endures 
cold nights and un-sober palms
A rapist telling me
“I love your mom”
A young harlet calling 
“dear love come home”
A shelter 
From where doubt comes
The city’s filth 
Why it loves only my lungs
I’m good, I’m fine
Expressions in a glass of wine
Through these words 
A strangers poetry
You and I 
have become intertwined
I’m lost, I’m alone
I feel as though
I’ve become undone
Run, run, away and fast
On to no where, as orphans 
We were found at last


Details | I do not know? | |

Now A Man

I am blessed she tells herself,
her heart bursting with pride.

Through mascara drenched tears,
she feels overwhelmed with love.

He did it, she whispers softly.
My baby, my life, my gift from above.

As her heart races, she beams from within.
This beautiful,  precious life I created,
you are my joy, my happiness, my purpose for living.

She recalls smiling, his first wobbly steps,
his first day of school, his first heartbreak.

He looks so handsome in his pristine uniform,
his shoes so polished,  white gloves, first time worn.

My beautiful baby, my handsome son,
please be safe, please stay strong.

Carry with you your convictions, and always my love,
stand tall, be brave, hold your head high above.

As he walked over for one final hug,
she held him tight; hearts beating as one.

As he turned away without hesitation,
she prayed the Lord would keep him safe.

For at this moment,
though she could hardly stand,
his life was his own;

He was now a man.


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the beginning

A final song to sing
Life is getting hard
Not a thing you can do 
Day dreaming
Thinking of what tomorrow may bring you
One more song to sing

Voice of an asylum forager
Choice to become a cultural voyager
Pictures are taken
But perfection is split and edited 
I move mountains if I could
But that state of mind is not understood
The price you pay 
For having a small paradise in hell
Like loving a widower 
An Achilles with a sense of compassion
Minus the expense and lashings 
Was going to sell my bed to pay rent
Some of us appreciate the absence of zero
But no one truly admires a fictional hero
If all A is B and all B is C 
but doesn’t equal something
Then C is the unsound value of nothing
An outcast because I have a sense of morals
A list of things to do, plural
Only in triumph
Will you find a cure for your fall
Hitting walls in my mind
Did you forget you were human
Brush your hair away from your eyes
For god doesn’t cry
Poets getting scarce 
I’m starting to paint
Portraits of where you are
I’m beginning to faint

Repent 
Ask your lord for help
No Mercy
He’s not listening to you
Enjoy your final breath
Are you worthy
The worlds a fast place 
But you’re in no hurry
I’m alone
No tomorrow 
To reach for
And I miss you


Details | I do not know? | |

I Was Supposed To Excited

I was supposed to be excited
Cause I was going to have a son
After all we were in love
Thought we were each other’s 
One thought killed those dreams
What mommies and daddies would
Say and it seems a child at 22
Just got harder than life could 
Ever throw at us cause we’re
Both at university they’d say
What do we know about love
And the way a child changes 
Two people

I was supposed to be excited
Cause she could’ve been 
Our daughter a name I 
Picked out for her she’ll never
Be called I was afraid to
Be a bold man and 
Fight for you for the 
Family I wanted instead
I let three lives die

I was supposed to be excited
But I was scared like you were
I should’ve held back my fears
You needed a man to hold
Your hand instead you found
A boy who hid behind your
Skirt where my son should
Be the one to hide and cry
Cause he doesn’t want 
Some strange Granddad 
To pick him up

I was supposed to be excited 
To tell my son as I stand behind
Him at fifteen too as I show 
Like his Granddad did with me
My first formal event tying that
Black tie the Sinatra knot he called
It instead 

I’m just broken writing
Not cause it’s my child’s
Birthday but cause he’ll 
Never do dinners on
Her birthday it’s a year 
Almost of your death day
I was supposed to be excited
But I’m not… 


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' The Baby-Talk Song ...'

‘ The  Baby-Talk  Song … ’


It’s Been 30 Years Ago …
But the Memories are Starting To Flow
Going Thru These Newborn Clothes …
Oh … How Fast Children Grow

You Were A Beautiful – Baby Boy !
That Teething Cat, was Your Favorite Toy
You Were Precious to Your Dad and Me
As Was Your First Words … in The Nursery
goo-goo  ga-ga   Da-Da
goo-goo  ga-ga    Ma-Ma

We Tried to Get You to Say It Again
So We Could Bragg to All Our Friends
You Were The Apple of Our Eyes
Going:   goo-goo   ga-ga

We Loved to Hear Your Baby-Talk
Especially … at Your First Baby-Walk
Going:     goo-goo   ga-ga   Da-Da
goo-goo   ga-ga   Ma-Ma

… Laughter; Tears
Curiosity or Fears …
Always, Tell Us What You’re Trying To Say

… New Things; Mistakes
Triumphs or Heartaches
We Just Love To Hear You Anyway …
Ever Since:   goo-goo   ga-ga   Da-Da
goo-goo   ga-ga   Ma-Ma

When ol’ Burke, was Put to Sleep
You were so Hurt, You wouldn’t Speak
I Said:  ‘Don’t Be Afraid To Cry …
‘Cause I’m … goo-goo   ga-ga   Ma-Ma

And The First Time You Came Home High
Hanging with the Wrong High-School Guys
Daddy Explained, it to You Best …
He Helped You Get Out of Your … Mess
He wasn’t Shame and Here’s Why …
‘Cause He’s …  goo-goo   ga-ga   Da-Da

Laughter; Tears
Curiosity or Fears
Always Tell Us What You’re Trying To Say …

New Things; Mistakes
Triumphs or Heartaches
We Just Love To Hear You Anyway …
Ever Since …  goo-goo   ga-ga   Da-Da
goo-goo   ga-ga   Ma-Ma

… Pa Took Pictures of Bride and Groom
You Held Her, Like Your First Baby-Spoon !
… Now, Today … Our Family Gathers ‘Round
Overjoyed … At Your Baby’s Sounds …

goo-goo   ga-ga   Da-Da
goo-goo   ga-ga   Ma-Ma
goo-goo   ga-ga   Da-Da
goo-goo   ga-ga   Ma-Ma


for: ('Great' Aunt –(smile) Carolyn Devonshire… 
Who just told me she’s doing 
Baby-Care Duty for Newborn in Family
A Precious Time Indeed
… I Dug This One Out (smile)

                 MoonBee


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Wounded

Lonely and alone, single now with the children my only comfort and yet a reminder.
The divorce a tug of war between me and her for what once was mine, I thought.
My heart lies languid and still a deep dark mountain pool, without flutter or ripples.
The waves and white water emotions will come flooding in after dark.
Our little ones must not glimpse in me the ugly cuts and scars of your infidelity. 
 I force myself into our once cramped now too empty bed.
 I can now cry quietly in solitude for love and affection like a wounded animal.
I silently scream to be touched, to be reached for, and to be desired.
I miss you I still love you I would forgive you I still want you, Joe where are you?
I hide in the shadows of my despair, dream of killing her, torturing painfully and slowly?
I’ll be gouging out her eyes with one degrading glare a smile and a snicker.
I’m gutting her slowly with only the nightly beckoning of my little finger.
A tryst in the Sykes parking lot in the back seat of our car inches from your son’s safety seat.
Pass a silent gift a potential killer and ruin her womanhood and child bearing potential, almost taking her life.
Rip apart her family with whispered AM phone calls and PM come hither stares.
Strip her self-esteem and ego depositing them without remorse in a blender set to puree.
I would do to her all that she has done to me and more, I am lonely, alone, single now and only them to thank.
  

                                                                 Summer Gratias


Details | Terza Rima | |

WHY BE LESS BEAUTIFUL AND DESIRABLE?

Before flowers and hugs made you happy,
and every evening you waited for my arrival,
and lovingly asked me, " How was your day, darling? "



Your old age age doesn't have those thrills anymore as when life was yours;
today, vanished is that radiant face: now, it only shows ugly spots and wrinkles...
a curse of the flesh, and no tenderness can console you for that tragic loss!
   


Why be less beautiful and desirable?
no woman ever loses her unique beauty, it is alive in her admirer's memory;   
it's in the tender words she speaks to her captured man, who changed her destiny!



Sweetheart, accept my yellow roses with the same joy you demonstrated yesterday;
never doubt my faithfulness, and whisper to yourself, " He loves me not! "
Try to smile...and instantly you will look much younger than you ever felt! 
  


Why be less beautiful and desirable?
We sealed our fate with the oath of fidelity, giving life to a promise never to be broken;
our sky was of the deepest blue and no other dream ever compared to that one!


Cpyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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Missives from a Pessimist

My youthful friend, when I was a lad 
such as you, I was dismayed to find 
that running a stick across the lathes of a fence 
did not make music. 

My hopes were the regular beat of a stick 
on slats would compose a song. 
It scratched the bright, white paint of the pickets, 
it oscillated my hand, 

it made a noise equal to the rhythm 
of my steps but it did not make music. 
Remember this sad story, my young fellow, 
so that you too will learn; 

life’s expectations should not be too splendid 
for I fear you will find it is the only 
means by which your disappointments 
are diminished. 


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Home

It always rains in my hometown, The clouds are kind enough to wash what they can away The town cut out my tongue, It grew back sharper and quicker than the one they stole. I walk by the river, Still blackened by the ones it took, When thoughts fall upon a deaf ear, I begin to whisper. I care little for your Tupperware regime, I care little for your barbecue tyranny, One should always give way to real men. Home, is where the heart is. The fruit, plentiful, It decays in the street, By the grocer, by the police station, By the school that keeps 'em comin'. A species of their own, that Ritalin race. At noon the fog lifts, At two it sets again, I do breakfast at four, It is the most important meal of the day.


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After All These Years Still IN LOVE

Still In Love...
My son came to me with 
a question on his mind.
I said; “Not now son—
I just don't have the time.”

He said, “Daddy—are you still 
in love with Mommy?”
“Do you love her like you did when 
I was in her tummy?”

My eyes choked with tears; 
“Yes son I really do!”
“I'm in love with her...
and I appreciate you.”

“Daddy—will you always love
me like you do mom?”
“Yes my son—my love for you 
will always belong.”

I looked down and much
to my surprise.
There were tears running
down my sons's eyes.

He came running to me with 
his arms wide open.
“Thank you daddy” were his words spoken.

I picked him up and gave
him a great big hug.
As I let him down, on my shirt I felt a tug.

His little arm reached up to grab my hand.
I knew that what I said,
he began to understand.

I love his mom so much—my wonderful wife.
She's been such a blessing-
a great part of my life!

By Jim Pemberton 
2006


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Padded cell

He can drive me crazy
Sometimes he is so lazy
He is disrespectful and rude
Never get enough food

He is thirteen 
A high strung eating machine
However He is also my baby boy
At night he still sleeps with his stuffed toy

So yes sometimes I am lost and scared
Cause with a teenager my life is shared
But I will do what all moms do 
Put up with the teenager who should by all rights live at the zoo

If you have one you know what I am saying is true
If not than lucky for you
And those moms with little one beware
The teenage years have to be handled with care

You will go crazy with worry and stress be put to the test
And you will have days that are the best 
Just remember that they are still your little angels
Just now they have horns to hold up their halos

But do not let me scare you please do not despair
They do make great coloring for the gray in your hair
But don't think when nineteen hits you are though
I am thirty four my mom says I give her gray too


Details | I do not know? | |

Undying Love

You've been in our lives.               for twenty years.      You've brought so much joy and cheer.         To mom and dad      and sisters too.       You made the homes dream come true.       Son and Brother.       Grandson too
Nephew and Cousin.  you were always true.
You lived your life always to achieve
Everything in this world.              you always dreamed.
So full of life,   love and play.
No matter their age you let them in the game.
No matter the.     rain, the wind or the cold,                   you brought them out the football to throw.
So much joy you brought to all.
A joy our hearts will always hold on.
Now here we are      this tragic day.      A hard goodbye       we all must say.
Your life so wonderful we now have lost.
Your love will always live in our hearts.
Our Angel on earth     now sits and waits. 
For his Family and Loved Ones at Heavens Gates.           
Our chores here on earth                 we must first complete
One day soon.         we all again will meet
Until that day         with your smile so bright                keep watch over us all every Day and Night.


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the traditionalist

throws down his coat in the 
puddle, always wraps his arm 
around, 
squeezes her in public, goes to
church on sunday, shows her off to
his mom, takes her to his favorite bar,
lets her wear his sports jerseys, 
considers himself “the provider,”
considers himself “the head of the house,”
considers himself 
at the peak of his masculinity---
has a big gun in the crib, has a big truck in
the driveway,
tucks in his shirt at all times
except on weekends,
wears shorts & has a perpetual beer in 
hand on saturday---
reads the bible like he never read it before,
or the torah, or the koran,
but never wavers from the three so as to
not seem
too 
far 
off---
plans a wedding in the Spring,
accumulating the bank for a rug rat in the
Fall,
move in with her,
move with her from the apt. to a house,
move from rent to a mortgage,
got a lil’ green lawn that he cuts when in
his shorts/beer on Saturday,
flirts with the MILF across the street,
gets a dog & talks to him more than
“his woman”---
uses the word “*****” 
more frequently, as the wedding grows near,
then abstaining for a clear month just before that
“blessed event”---
puts up a white picket fence round his lil’ lawn
when they get back from the honeymoon &
after she finds out she’s pregnant,
he sits down to write out what his son will become,
because that is what works with the plan,
he’s got to have a son,
because there are things that he didn’t take the time
to do,
which his son will do &
there are things that he had a short ambition for & then wrote off,
which his son will run the long run on &
accomplish &
if she has a daughter,
well, then, she will have 
another & if she won’t, if she can’t,
he’ll “convince her” or he’ll 
trade her in &
as his thinking begins to grow darker,
as he begins to spin his webs 
behind the television that’s always on &
the white picket fence,
he’s just perfectly ready to become a father,
to condemn someone who
never had a chance.


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The Chain Called Life

   

I remember the day I left home and my old momma telling me it was time I was 
on my own.
    She said son you’re not a boy you’re nearly full grown.
She said you’ll make it fine please don’t despair.
    For I will always love you, you know son I care.
As my journey took me to many places and so many sites I have seen.
   The grass will never match that of my home nor of its pastures so green.
You can’t go back is what everyone seems to say.
    You can’t go back to live in those days of yesterday.
I just thank God for having a mother who knew how to share.
    I sure miss her soft words and the saddest part knowing that she is no longer 
there.
Each person is a link in life’s glorious chain.
    As some merely fade away others form new links to the ones that remain.
Each makes their mark as best that they can.
    Each mark is a link be it of woman or man.
Some links are shiny while others seem dull and quite pale.
    Each link has its purpose each link has its tale.
As life’s circle is connected in oh so many ways. 
    Remember only its laughter and life’s happier days.
                                                                  


Details | Italian Sonnet | |

American soldier

heaven patiently watches
the American soldier
from beyond this life
as his  wife cries and his brave son waves goodbye
father holds his mother as she prays ( god  keep my son safe)
the American soldier
so far  from home
you will never march alone
so brave
trying not to be afraid
as he fights  for all the world's rights
the American soldier

the American soldier
may angels surround
you ever 
second of day
and night as we pray

heaven watches and the 
American soldier stands high
in God;s  grace
we ask God please protect  our American soldier
and keep in safety,s sight,
 shield our american soldier within  god;s greatest light
shield our american soldier
with god;s greatest light
shield our american soldier in god;s greatest light
shield our american soldier
with god;s greatest light
shield our american soldier
with god;s greatest light


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We're Greatly Influenced By Society


We’re Greatly Influenced By Our Society We’re greatly influenced by our society. Our culture comes in many types of “varieties.” Often, there is a wicked and sinful force.. As people forget God, and look to another “source.” Too often, many in society have “confused” minds. Evil and perversion come in many different kinds We often read in the news just about every day. Something that another “confused” mind has to say. “Where did this person go wrong?” Is wondered. Another family or person is “torn and plundered.” “If my people humble themselves, and repent of their ways.” “I will heal their land!” This is what God says! Without God as the focus of our life’s attention. We’re sure to go “off course.” Into the wrong direction. “There is a way that seems right.” “But the end is death.” This is a truth of God’s word… Until your last breath! Jesus is the answer to any kind of difficult situation. We desperately need him all across our nation! Only he brings the love and fulfillment we need to obtain. We can find everything we need in HIS precious name! By Jim Pemberton


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Dear Mother (change the e to a u)

Dear mother, can you remember me
here a clue my name begins with d
the one you left so you could be free

Try to explain, you’ll be told
TO FECK UP

Thou in life I have failed
at least I tried, you fecking bailed

Dear Cathy, do you like to joke?
I do allot, but it’s a cloak
cover all feelings,