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Lost, Found, and Now Just Missing

Going through some old things that just had to go, I came upon something that nearly got tossed. Memories came to me from long ago. . . . I thrilled that my treasure was no longer lost. Toys come and toys go. In the 60’s, one fad was to own an odd doll not seen much today. This doll had long hair and was scantily clad but wasn’t a Barbie with which I would play! Its body was squat and it had a pug nose. I probably loved it because it looked droll. Its hair could be orange, green, yellow or rose, but if you don’t know yet, that doll was a troll! How I wish I could dredge up some memory to know what was happening inside my head as a pre-teen with friends and what it might be that we did with those dolls and what fun things we said! The trolls that I owned must have been at least four - both sexes so they'd make a small family - their hair different hues, each a doll to adore. But one day they no longer mattered to me. . . I can’t say where all of my playthings got stashed. When I left for college, they vanished from view. But knowing my mom, they must have got trashed. She doesn’t hang on much to things like I do. Now four decades later, I looked at my prize, bare naked and smudged but its hair still jet black. It stared up at me with its cute amber eyes. I couldn’t believe how I got that thing back! It somehow had ended up in my new state. Good luck for that troll, I throw few things away! That doll would be learning soon of its new fate and meet other troll dolls with whom it would stay. Just like Peter Pan, I refuse to grow old, and new trolls I’d bought with long bright spiky hair when troll dolls again in the 90's were sold! But I had to recall where I’d stored them….. oh, where??
(I found the dolls and added the old one to the new collection, but my daughter's family moved in with me a few months ago. My daughter is a clean freak like MY mom is (apparently it skips a generation or something), and my daughter took my troll dolls and put them out of sight somewhere so currently they are floating around who knows where! For Paula Swanson's "Yard Sale" Contest


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The Whispered Song

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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I Planted a Lily

I planted a lily
A long time ago,
And was given the chance
To watch the plant grow.

I'm sorry to say,
That chance I refused.
A delicate flower
Should not be abused.

It needs to be nurtured 
With plenty of sun.
Not shoved in the darkness
Where damage is done.

I planted a lily.
I hope you can see.
That without my presence
A flower's set free. 


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Wild Orchid; Is She The One

filling the radio with words of availability lot lizards selling their souls to diesel driving “Joe-s” in and out of truck cabs under a weeping moon’s protection Jane, works the night, wondering if her daddy knows lipstick on and high heels strapped as the sun sets in May call sign; “Wild Orchid” …. “Anyone looking for a good time?” a traffic jam of radio chatter…… congested air waves the August sun rises on a night of sexual crime Orchid petals caressed with greased stained hands her pale white color quickly wilts to brown the young November night is holding her final bloom evidence of violent pruning becomes talk of the town a knock on the door……………….. a flower delivered Wild Orchid’s father is asked, “Is she the one?” he checks her stem, quickly recognizing his roots inevitably, the withering of his blossom has begun……


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Sweet Memory

When looking at you
I know that it’s true
You resemble no other
But your mother.

You walk with a swirl
And turn with a twirl
You resemble no other
But your mother.

Your hair is one flame
The colour the same
You resemble no other
But your mother.

Your eyes deep and wide
Green diamonds inside
You resemble no other
But your mother.

Enchanting your smile
It flows like the Nile
You resemble no other
But your mother.

A heart full of gold
So carefree and bold
You resemble no other
But your mother.

You hear and you care
Determined to share
You resemble no other
But your mother.

[But now she’s gone far
 Tiny twinkling star
In peace like a dove 
Departed with love.]

And you my sweet girl
You twirl and you swirl 
You resemble no other
But your mother.


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Author: Paul Callus ~ March 2014
Contest: Poem For Mommy
Sponsor: Leonora Galina
Placing: 1st


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The Lord's Blessing

The Lord bestowed his blessing,
With a gift to bless the world.
Created in His image,
Came to you…a special girl.

Heaven has done its part,
As you continue yours.
She bears the face of an angel,
For all the world…to adore.


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Pink Bundled

				      

We’re welcoming our newest,
a little girl has come has come.
She’s sweeter than a melon
or a ripe and juicy plum

You’ll find her by her mommy’s side,
in pink from head to toe.
When she has rested just a bit 
she’ll be ready for her show.

She has a lot of long black hair.
This is a great surprise.
The wisdom of the ages
is showing in her eyes.

The world must seem so strange to her.
She’s handling it with aplomb.
She’s stolen all our hearts away,
a beauty like her mom. 

She is less than one day old,
and as I meet her gaze,
I wonder what it would be like
to have no yesterdays.

No sorrows and no sad regrets
and no what might have beens,
only her name upon the page
as her new life begins.



					
For Royal's "Pink Joy" contest


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The Mirrors Spoke

The fear of her looks
Became thorns in her side
Her images were shattered
Because the mirrors decide

This beautiful girl
Who sees a different face
She hears the world laughing
No matter where she is in place

In her bedroom at home
She faces her demons alone
Unknown to her family
For years she has roamed

In her dreams one night
She receives her wish
Surrounded by mirrors
She cuts her wrists

Because the fear of her looks
Had penetrated so deep inside
This beautiful girl
Who now, no longer resides




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






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I love you mama

Many reasons
Have led me to this
To leave this world
Of negative bliss

Boyfriends, who wants them
Parents who fight
To be in my shoes
I will no longer tonight

My diary is written
As to why I must leave
I have felt this for years
As I internally grieve

My i-pod is charged
As I take my last walk
Goodbye grey clouds
I'll miss your thunder talk

I touch the walls
Of buildings I've been in
Leaving my trace
As I graze my skin

Through the park
Where my innocence was taken
By my boyfriend I thought
Left me distraught, forsaken

I reach my last door
Its just a gap in the fence
As I see where I'll lie
My desires immense

On the sleeper I sit
As I await my fate
Say hello to tomorrow
I'm sorry I can't wait

The light gets brighter
As it nears my life's drama
Tears stream from my eyes
I love you mama


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Dad

I'm sure you think I'm crying.
You think it hurts so bad.
The only thing that truly hurt,
was when I lost my dad.

He really wanted me to know
the way life was meant to be.
He always tried to help me out.
He truly cared for me.

I pray one day I'll see him
laughing once again.
He was so much more than people knew.
He was part of a bigger plan.

Now he's gone to heaven
and I hope he's looking down.
I need him still to guide me
when I laugh and when I frown.


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Who They Are

His innocence lies in the very unknowing
Of what is the truth as he just keeps on growing
He questions the birds in the sky up above
He warms us with laughter and endows us with love
Every question from him is so serious, yet
I have to laugh, from the look that he gets
He’s often a handful, but with a heart that’s so wide
As he often states feelings that he just cannot hide

She is his sister; she’s a bit stronger and taller
Which makes him seem younger, just so much smaller
There in her heart, she, too, has her ways
Of giving us sunshine on the darkest of days
She’s dramatic and active, an athlete to boot
She’s the younger of my girls, who’s so very cute
She’s willful, demanding, but yet can be coy
She’s a blessing from above, an angel of joy

There, even older, another girl blessed us so
It’s been fun watching her age, fun watching her grow
She’s not yet an adult, but seems to just know it all
I hope in her assumptions, she never suffers a fall.
However, she my daughter and a real beauty at that
Who often asks us parents if her clothes make her fat
I guess it’s her age, but that’s the norm for these girls
I’ll love her like my baby girl, as she outgrows her curls

Then there’s the man, my oldest boy, he’s so wise
He grew up so fast, right before our very eyes
He’s sensitive and caring, so smart, gives respect
He’ll be quite the man, very successful I just bet
Though, he too, is a teen and subject to the pressure
He still does so much to which others don’t measure
He rounds off the family, he, my oldest boy
As all of them, together, bring just so much joy


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Women

You women
Know how to make 
The best of what you've got in you
You do it everyday in your life


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Roses Are Red, Violets Are Blue

Roses are red,
violets are blue,
this flower bed,
is just for you.

Among the stone,
and in the mud,
a flower shone,
a beautiful bud.

It grew so tall,
proud and strong,
it learned all,
right and wrong.

Giving it water,
and warm sun,
your only daughter,
learned about fun.

Mommy come see,
look what I did,
now I can be,
a grownup kid.

This flower bed,
is just for you,
with roses, red,
and violets, blue.




Happy Mother's Day, Mom!


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Reflections of You

Today I dedicate a verse to you

For you are the one to fill me with hue

Whether red, green or purple

By your side I keep laughing in ample!


I find none more caring than you

Seeing me through and through

All the times when I cried

Pretending not to notice each time I lied


For a mother, I would not wish for another

Even if I did, I could not get any better

Hey I do dream to hold your hand

And I do dream to cherish you for times on end


A verse so bejeweled

Spelling harder than those life spelled

For without you, I would swim in the blue

Devoid of any joys, oh a truth so true!


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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.


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A Fathers Perspective

I was scared oh so scared
Seeing my baby that way
Her tiny little body
Was all purple and grey

My heart feared the worst
I thought she was gone
Down a dark corridor 
My mind had been drawn

My heart became joyful
When the doctor touched her feet
A crying pink angel
This proud papa would meet

I waited to hold her
A truly special day
The cutest thing ever
What else can I say

Moments become years
Special memories are made
Ones that are important
In my heart I've replayed

Like watching musicals
Nick naming her, Gal Sal
My Christina would giggle
Her daddy's little pal

Her happy disposition
Would always make me smile
I treasured each moment
Saved them in a mental file

Like learning to ride a bike
Needing to do it alone
I loved the look of triumph
When she did it on her own

My little daughter growing
Still daddy's little girl
Her my special angel
A treasure and a pearl

My spirits had been low
She went with me on a walk
I felt so much better
Christina let me talk

She had become a woman
Sensitive, wise and kind
Within her heart a treasure
My answer I would find

Cruising down a river
In China mile by mile
Wishing for forever
Yet it passed in just a while

Still I can remember
I really saw her that day
Travelling on her own path
She had found her special way

Now today on her Wedding
I could not be more proud
There's special in her quiet
She is strong although not loud

I entrust her to Michael
My most precious gift
On the strong wings of prayer
Together may God lift


I wrote this poem using My wife Mary's, brother inlaw's memories.
Today July 26th, 2014 is his daughter's wedding day. May God bless 
Christina and Mike's union. 


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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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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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Ditto-Heads Are Overfed

Some people think I'm crazy 
But I'm not an empty suit, 
Though sometimes I sound hazy 
When I take that extra toot. 

I don't mind if people find 
My long lost indiscretions. 
Errors past are cast from mind 
Along with all confessions. 

Priest and pastor vanities 
Indecently abundant 
Do reflect debaucheries 
Perversely now redundant. 

My politics are changing 
As the years are rolling on 
But I am not arranging 
To become a Limbaugh pawn. 

Ditto-heads are overfed 
Dumb people who must flatter 
Oxycontin Limbaugh led 
Mysogynistic chatter. 

Blubber-belly Huckabee 
Is just a perfect gomer 
Add to that hypocrisy 
You have a fat misnomer. 

Sara Palin made some hay 
While daughter made a baby 
Sara says "No sex, no way" 
But daughter said "Well, maybe." 

The daughter did cohabit 
Under mother's halo glow 
But randy as a rabbit 
Her young lust just had to grow. 
 


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Glitz Glam

In the world of glitz and glam 
Allured she was to it's shine
Seeing dollar signs and adventure
To become a different kind

She knew the door she was going through
For in media spread it tells
To ignore it's hidden obstacles
And it's abyss of darkened hells

The photographers leer surely professional
Capturing an innocent in her pose
Cogs turning in his background
As his willingness in him grows

A click, the shutter, then charm
As he instructs her every move
Closer he becomes to the intended
His needle to be in her groove

As she lies there spent and used
Like so many in past years before
Distraught, fading dollar signs
Saying goodbye from the glitz glam floor










http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/life-15.php



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Scars Left Behind

In the black of night they come to me.
The hauntings of old have begun.
Memories of hatred and fear
of such evil under the sun.

A tender shoot was I back then.
Blooming in the spring of my years.
I'll never fathom or understand
swimming in a cascade of tears.

Life had dealt me a difficult hand.
Innocence had been ripped to the core.
Shame and misery in my young heart
and I couldn't feel love any more.

Broken and drifting in a haze.
Crushed beneath his weight.
Silently screaming"daddy,stop"
and learning the way of hate.

Children should not have to cry
for safety and peace of mind.
Wee ones needn't have to worry
how love's cruel and so unkind.

These memories of way back when
have left their scars on my soul.
Through grace I somehow made it
though the heartache took it's toll.


written by Deb Wilson for Gail's contest






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Why I Love You

People just don’t understand
Why I love you as I do
They think I am too intense
And perhaps, dear, it is true

But you see, Love, they don’t know
That you are the best of me
They simply cannot fathom
What your presence means to me

For you’re the living product 
Of a love truly sublime
The precious witness of truth
Of two bodies that combine

You are the reason we hope
For the better things in life
The reason that we dream on
Of when daughter becomes wife

But not just for the future
You are why I face each day
Sometimes I want to check out
I know you want me to stay

I sometimes think that this life
Is much more than I can take
But I know I must go on
I survive for your sweet sake

As long as you need Mommy
As long as you need me here
I’ll invest myself in you
I pledge always to be near

You’ve seen the good and bad
You know the demons I fight
Yet you say that you love me
And my world is filled with light

So, dear, why do I love you?
Why do I keep going on?
In a world filled with sorrow
YOU are my heavenly song!


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Sign Language for Love

I got a sweet text yesterday
That brought a tear to my eye
It was from my 18 year old
And it almost made me cry

She somehow had remembered
Everytime she’d perform up front
The violin or some school play
For our faces her eyes would hunt

And when she would spot us out there
I’d make sure I would catch her eye
Then I’d quickly sign, “I love you”
Giving her courage to really try

As I stared down at my phone
I thanked God for this daughter of mine
How after all of these years  
She remembered that little sign

As a parent I’ve made mistakes
Done some things I wish I'd forget
Now that she is so far from home
My heart just fills up with regret

But in her message short and sweet
There was love written in each line
I thank God that He’s gifted me
With a precious daughter so fine.

Parents, the small things that you do
May not seem like such a big deal
But when each sign bears your love
Your child’s heart you’re sure to steal

When the years have all sped away
And you remember that sweet smile
I hope a text will assure you
That each effort has been worthwhile

Eileen Manassian Ghali


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Isle of roses

Once before, I had walked down a red carpeted isle
to glimpse your solemn face, a memory forever mine.
Why fate had to be so vile,
I still can’t comprehend, and yet here I stand before your shrine.

I had thought of the future, of what lay ahead,
and it stung. I would tread an isle again,
without you. My supposed joyful day would be my dread.
My white gown would bear sorrow’s stain.

Still, I could envision it: beside a rocky shore,
in the rain, ravished by the wind, beneath a veil of thunder…
Would you have thought it foolish lore?
This fantasy and chase after nature’s wonder?

NO! You would also have seen it, wouldn’t you?
The ocean rising violently like a stampede of wild mustangs,
the wind racing for its destination: adventures new,
the heaven’s shower baring its fangs?

Or would you have had me trod in a valley
under crystalline dusk and precipices,
appearing unbroken, all smiles and glee,
along the isle of roses?


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A Fantasy

I'm captured in a fantasy
a prison so it seems...
A never ending search for you 
each night within my dreams...

I can't escape the way I feel
no matter how I try...
This longing deep within my soul
sometimes I sit and cry...

Oh come and take me in your arms
and hold me all night long...
Whisper words I long to hear 
and stay where you belong...


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My Life at Fourteen

I'm just fourteen years old, and a father I'll be
Around Christmas time, what a present for me
The excitment of puberty has now taken it's toll
I sit here lost in thoughts, a worried young soul

Responsibilities I now face to the challenges of life
Do I stand by my girlfriend, do I make her my wife
What if I can't cope, shunned by family and friends
To become another statistic, modern societies trend

I find myself very fortunate, I'm surrounded by kin
Whom their patience has been a blessing as I take it all in
My friends have rallied round, their support has been strong
It's having people like them, I'm fortunate to belong

December has come and gone, my daughters getting married
As I look back to fourteen and the trials that I carried
Many thoughts I had to ponder as I look back at my young life
The young girl whom bore my daughter, many years has been my wife



* Three-quarters of a million teens between 15 and 19 become pregnant each year in the USA *


For Gwendolen's *~* Mom, I'M PREGNANT! contest *~*


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Oh Dear What Can the Matter be?

“She’s pregnant. Oh my God!”
“I’m going to be a father!” He beams.
“What will we call him honey?” He says.
“What have I got myself into…her chest heaves.

Day after day as she grows, he works, this father to be.
“Honey, careful now!” He lends a hand as she sits down.
“Careful,” she sighs. “Shoulda thought of that…”
and her labor begins with a scream.

Hour after hour in pain …”My wife.”
Hour after hour he paces his life.
A squall from the far room and in rushes he.
“I’m a father!” He preens. “Honey? What will his name be?”

Up honey looks, no smile…so abashed
“Honey,” she says. “We have a fine lass…..”
Crestfallen he stammers. Eyes caste to the wall.
“It’s alright.” He says “We can have more………..”


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A Dear Dear Friend



Was really disappointed today Was supposed to meet a dear dear friend Things got in the way and sadly Had to postpone our meeting again I'm adopting her as my daughter An honour that I accept with pride Sadly her relationship with her real dad Was very much on the rocky side So I'm the fortunate benefactor Of a soul that's longing this connection I'm truly only too happy to oblige As I shower her with affection A sweetie this dear dear friend of mine My undying love runs deep Adore this girl more than words can say With tears of joy, I weep She's happily married with kids of her own But there's been a void in her life So honoured to be her replacement dad Sure didn't have to think twice <3 <3 <3 © Jack Ellison 2013


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Waiting for Her to Come Home

Everything around me is still
The soft lights ward off the cold
My worried heart is unsettled
Every minute is making me old

Time seems to drag on and on
Not sure I can take much more
I’m waiting for my angel
To walk in through the door

There is nothing to do but wait
So I wonder about her day
But what’s taking her so long?
Did she somehow lose her way?

I think about my visit
My first time to see her place
In my glimpse into her life,
A touch of tiredness I trace

She flew away to this isle
To try out her angel wings
And in following her dreams
She untied our heart’s strings

“Our children are not our own”
Oh, great Gibran, can’t you see?
My precious 18 year old 
Will always belong to me

Oh yes…she will live elsewhere
Have a family of  her own
But she’s my little baby
In my heart she hasn't grown

I wait and I wait and I wait
Please God, let her be alright
I look out of the window
At the blackness of the night

I think of all those mothers
Who wait for their children dear
Whose arms are tired and aching
To hold their loved ones near 

My heart shares their sorrow
My soul weeps for their plight
For though my daughter is late
I know she’s coming home tonight!

Eileen Manassian Ghali