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Details | Tanka | |

LOVE, ANGELS, and MUSIC

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


Details | Free verse | |

Sometimes

Sometimes I am happy, sometimes I am sad.
Sometime I sing, sometimes I stammer

Sometimes I dance on the music of my soul, Sometimes I dance on the fingers of 
one single person
Sometimes I expect so much from others; sometime I myself can’t meet my own 
expectations.

Sometime I make fun of others and feel bad later, sometimes life makes fun of me 
and I smile
Sometime I win and sometimes I lose, sometimes I don’t even understand whether I 
won or lost.
 
Sometimes I laugh as if whole world is with me,
Sometimes I cry as if I am alone wandering in a strange land

Sometimes I give up so easily
Sometimes I work so hard that no one can stop me to achieve what I want

Sometimes I am dynamic person, who wants to change the world,
And sometimes I am a kid who expects anyone to embrace him tightly.

Sometimes I feel happy about the achievement of my enemy
Sometime I feel dejected with my own success.

Sometimes I help others and show them the right path
Sometimes I feel totally helpless and don’t know where to go

Sometimes I ask god to please give my past back
Sometimes I pray to show me the way forward


Life is composed of SOMETIMES and I just flow with that.
U admit or not but you are also sailing on the same boat.
So join me and enjoy it EVERYTIME as SOMETIMES life is very short!


Details | Acrostic | |

AUTISTIC

A mazing child full of life
Unconditional relentless love
Touched by angels through the strife
Insightful blessings from above
Struggles with communication
Tries with joyful anticipation
Intelligence beyond the norm
Child of God within the storm


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Will No One Save The Children?

Have you seen
A child smile?
The answer is no
Not for a while.
Have you played
With a child today?
The answer is no
Not since their innocence was taken away.
Can you see
The children grow?
The answer is no
There are no children at home.
Can you feel
The children love?
The answer is no
They lie beneath small graves just dug.
Can you hear
The children cry?
The answer is no
For the children have died.


Details | Quatrain | |

Through the Rain

She cried and screamed what's wrong with me
I believe I'd sell my soul
To find out why this anger haunts me
Why do I lose control?

I always hurt the ones I care for
It's a battle every day
Do I hate myself so much
That I'm pushing them away?

Her self esteem was taken away 
When she was just a child
Adopted at the age of four
Hungry, abused, sexually defiled

How can we as human beings
Turn and look the other way?
Animals don't treat their young like that
Will  there be a judgement day?

Flashbacks come and stir the fires
Of the pain she can't forget
She lashes out unthinkingly
Then her heart fills with regret

Teach her to love the person she is
Install a sense of pride
Teach her to look within her soul
And see the beauty deep inside

Don't turn away when this anger comes
Don't give up on this child in pain
She'll give you a world of sunshine
If you hold her through the rain.


        If you hold on long enough, the child doesn't have an excuse to quit on 
herself. Too many, parents, foster parents, adopted parents give up too soon and 
the child becomes systemized.


Details | Rhyme | |

Thank you

Thank you – Zamreen Zarook

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

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

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

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


Details | Senryu | |

Playground

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

Free time ends
Their parents want to go home
Frowns exchange 


Details | Personification | |

Puzzle Piece

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


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



Details | Rhyme | |

The Right Thing to Do

Written 7 March 2014
-------------------------------------

Bruce and Jennie, both were 10,
Had been playmates all their lives.
One day, Bruce proclaimed,
“Jennie… most good men have wives.”

He professed his love for her.
Jennie said she loved him too.
They decided that getting married
Was ‘the right thing’  to do.

So, Bruce went to speak to her father,
Who was doing yard work at the time.
“May I speak to you, Mr. Johnson?”
“Sure, Bruce. What’s on your mind?”

“Sir, I love your Jennie;
And Jennie, she loves me;
But we need your permission
To be married… to be “We.”

Impressed by Bruce’s courage,
He knew this confrontation must be tough.
He smiled and asked, “Bruce, are you sure
You love my daughter enough?”

Bruce’s face became stern, he said,
“Mr. Johnson, let me tell you…
I love Jennie so much…and she loves me.
We’re both sure it’s the right thing to do.”

He was moved by Bruce’s ardor,
But permission was not his to give.
So, quick as flash, he responded,
“But Bruce…where will you live?” 

“Sir, I measured her room;
Then I measured mine.
Hers is 40 percent bigger.
We’ll live there.  We’ll be fine.

If we have extra stuff,
We’ll keep that in my room.
We’ll keep our places neat and tidy.
You won’t even need a broom.

And both our parents can save money 
On babysitters too.
Even if you do things on the same night,
You’ll only need one sitter, not two.”

Mr. Johnson was impressed with his logic,
But this marriage idea was no longer funny.
He smiled and said, “That’s good thinking, Bruce;
But what are you gonna do for money?

“Why, Mr. Johnson, I get twelve-fifty a week allowance;
And let me remind you, Jennie also gets ten.
Throw in our birthdays and Christmas cash….
Why, we might even have money to lend.”

Desperate now, he thought, 
“Next, I guess they’ll want a car.”
Then he asked, “But Bruce, what if you have kids?”
"Aawww," blushed Bruce... “We’ve been lucky so far.”
 


Details | Free verse | |

Love, Death, and Rebirth

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Rhyme | |

A Slavery Mentality

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


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

The number the brand

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Haiku | |

Child Labor

                    A child on the street
                           Begging for something to eat
                                      "Future's prevented".


Details | Rhyme | |

Living Under The Weight Of A Label

The blind leading the blind, what is seen is how its heard
the thoughts that make the story are lost behind the words
do you see it as you view it, or take a deeper look 
do you read into the narrative or judge the cover of the book

Is the figure cold and dirty, the shell of what he's made 
or the unforgiven soul, that is waiting to be saved
does that body clad so poorly hold more than what is shown 
or just another mannequin, that has reaped just what was sown

Did you spare a dollar this morning or was your vision blind
or was that lonesome beggar just in the shadows of your mind 
you see that youth with his hooded clothes and jeans hung round his waist 
could he be a high school scholar or does his style not suit your taste 

That girl there, with the pushchair, yes she has a name 
does she love the child she carried, or did she play a stupid game 
And that solemn face behind the bars,the prisoner to his crime
Or the broken life held captive and the victim of a lie

That woman in the wheelchair, animated by expression
does she really have no hopes and dreams or are you too deaf to listen
that classy car, the modest tie, the briefcase at his side
is there a dark deceitful truth, buried deep beneath his pride

no life ahead with a dead end job, shovelling gruel from a grease filled tray
or the maturing child of a broken home, paying bills 'mum' couldn't pay
two babies need to find new homes, is it proof she couldn't cope
or could she not make the perfect life so instead she gave them hope

So they live on a rough estate, they're deviant thieving 'yobs'
and see their buttoned shirts and ties, they're private school 'snobs'
do you just see flecks of peeling paint, view this canvas as a whole 
or define each stroke of the artists brush that reach right to the soul

If opportunity played a fairer game and made judgement realise
then possibility could do its part, allow wisdom to remove disguise
yet with judgement passed and truth unseen, realisation is unable
to protect our children and ourselves 'living under the weight of a label'


Details | Rhyme | |

Oodles of Joy

"Oodles of Joy"
In the morning of everyday i 
start
I make a food that's really 
smart
Crunch'em, rip'em, and pour'em out 
As saliva pools form in my 
mouth 
Put it in the mic for just about 
three
Impatiently  watching those 
beautiful noodles waiting for 
me
When the time Is up
I Pop it open and take them out 
And start shoving "Oodle's of 
Noodles" into my mouth. 
 
Khalil Wali


Details | Concrete | |

Observer

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


Details | Ballad | |

My Gull Wheels On

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My Gull Wheels On
aka Michael Wilson


Details | Terza Rima | |

Aristocratic Child

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

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

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

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

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

She happily lived hoping ever since.

© February 16, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

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


Details | 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 | I do not know? | |

Ignored Breath

Sweet breath of steaming treats traveled

through the diner, the streets, lingered

and was ignored by all

but one. A lone little girl with dirt

upon her nose. Savory juices ran

down laughing chins, dripping

with the ending rains.

Her trembling fingers flicking

little dots of mold.  Standing beneath

 wondrous sights, dancing stars,

and the full moon's light,

the poor girl ate.  Tricked

by  whispering breath she smiled.

Every swallow savored

she stepped into the night.


Details | Haiku | |

SUMMER

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


Details | Rhyme | |

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.

 


Details | Verse | |

Children Listen

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | ABC | |

Someone Elses Life

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


Details | Prose Poetry | |

some words against the gun

keeping full trust on the fulia-handloom some words may be uttered now some words against the gun an winter … some fallen leaves … some cold wind … and a big vacuum in mind … with all those adornments i’m sitting now on the terrace of a shiva-temple in front of me in a pond covered with hyacinth the water-play of the ducks in its water the shadow of the sky the shadow of the trees along the side of the pond a little child is running alone with a toy-ball in hand i don’t wish to know now whether there is any compares to that run i’m only sitting and staring at it may not be known to others but i myself know well that by speaking those words I try to hide my sadness… my loneliness… Oh… instead of gun-powder … if i could put inside the quartos any translation of this joy of the child … those who rule rely on guns those who want to break the rule also rely on guns today when my pen wants to tell something against the gun i don’t know whether it will go in favour or against the sky… the birds… the trees… mankind …


Details | Free verse | |

Scars of an Inner Child

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


Details | I do not know? | |

For Anene Booysen 1996 - 2013

Hamba Kahle Anene Booysen! (1996 – 2013)


Dead at 17, brutally raped and left to die,
in the dirt,

 

at a construction site in Bredasdorp.

 

‘horrific’, ‘repulsed’,
‘brutally raped’, ‘shocked’,

 

do these words mean anything,
to anyone,

anymore.

 

Not to Anene Booysen,

 

murdered at 17, brutally raped and left to die,

in the dirt,

 

at a construction site in Bredasdorp.

 

Anene was raped,
savagely mutilated,

 

Her 17 year old body tossed aside,

 

by the hands of men.

 

Men, always men,

 

cowardly, beastly, perverted, twisted men.

 

‘Beastly’, ‘perverted’, ‘twisted’,

 

do these words mean anything,
to anyone,

anymore.

 

Not to Anene Booysen,

 

who now lies cold and dead.

 

How many Anene Booysens will it take,

 

for us,
society,
families,
people,

 

human-beings,

 

and,

 

men, especially men,

 

to excise the ghastly menace,

 

of the heinous capacity that resides,

 

within men,

 

always men,

 

to brutalise, rape, mutilate, and murder.

 

‘Brutalise’, ‘murder’, ‘rape’,

 

do these words mean anything,
to anyone,

anymore.

 

Not to Anene Booysen,

 

murdered at 17, brutally raped and left,

 

to die,

 

in the dirt,

 

at a construction site,

 

in Bredasdorp.

 

 

Anene Booysen
(1996 – 2013)

 

* – Hamba Kahle – “Farewell, Travel Well” in Zulu

 

** – Bredasdorp is a small town near Cape Town, South Africa


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Child Abuse-----Deserving Of Hatred

Child Abuse Domestic Violence Child abuse is more than bruises, While physical abuse is shocking Due to the scars it leaves, Not all child abuse is as obvious. Ignoring children's needs, Putting them in unsupervised, Dangerous situations, or Making a child feel worthless, or Stupid are also child abuse. Regardless of the type of child abuse, The result is serious emotional harm. Physical abuse is just one type of child abuse. Neglect and emotional abuse Can be just as damaging and Since they are more subtle, Others are less likely to intervene. While its easy to say that only Bad people abuse their children. Its not always so black and white and Doesn't only happen in poor families or, Bad neighborhoods. It crosses all racial, economic and cultural lines. Sometimes, families who seem to have it all From the outside are hiding a different story Behind closed doors. While abuse by strangers does happen, Most abusers are family members or Others close to the family. Child sexual abuse a hidden type of abuse. The use of praise or rewards doesn't Make children feel supported. It makes them feel evaluated and judged. In particular when praise is a technique, We have learned from a book or a seminar, It's likely to come across as false and contrived. Praise and rewards, like flattery, Can stink of our efforts to control And lose our child's respect. Focus the child on his/her own pleasure at achieving. Help him/her to self-evaluate. Children are born with an enormous desire to learn. __________________________________________ __________________________________________ Thank you for reading Chitta


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TODAY IT ISN'T SO

The children clustered 'round him drawn like bees to nectaries, 
for pleasant were his stories and they felt so much at ease. 
His mates though thought them nuisances and should be chased away; 
the stranger stated, "Leave us and become like them I say."  
I guess you know the man who uttered these words years ago; 
that stranger loved the children, but today it isn't so. 
 
He saw in them an innocence, a trust, a shining light, 
though sadly, sick, sadistic, souls today betray that right. 
You hear it on the tele and the tabloids break the news; 
another child has vanished and they're searching now for clues. 
"I only sent her to the shop, 'twas stupid now I know. 
'Twas always safe in my day, but today it isn't so. 
 
So sick'ning is the spectacle and senseless, quite depraved; 
the bruised and battered bodies etched, within my mind engraved. 
Their loving is so natural and made to share around, 
then some mad mind betrays them for its chemistry's unsound. 
We built our parks and playgrounds so we'd have somewhere to go 
and share their joy and laughter, but today it isn't so. 
 
"Don't say hello to strangers dear and hold onto my hand;
refuse the sweets, refuse the rides, now do you understand? 
'Cause bad folk they will hurt you dear, so walk with me to school 
and I will pick you up at three, remember that's a rule." 
"But mummy can I walk to school.  Oh mummy don't say no!" 
"In my day you might do that, but today it isn't so." 
 
You see a child approaching near and go to say hello, 
then fear engulfs your feelings as you just don't really know 
If you may somehow undermine the things their parents said 
and pass on by with a wry smile or simply nod your head. 
Oh how it tears at heartstrings, for you only wish to show 
that all mankind should love them, but today it isn't so. 

They say within his stories how the stranger did express
his purpose was to change things and this earth would more or less  
be one day just like paradise, where mankind would not prey 
upon defenseless offspring and that time was on its way. 
Where if a child is questioned, "Are you frightened."  They say "No! 
We once had fear of strangers, but today it isn't so!" 



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No Judgment

Listen oh child to the gold of my years.
I have learned though that you shall not falter.
No wisdom shall flow without shedding tears.
My prudence I share with little offer.
These new days have many other new fears.
Truth, my child I’m not much of a talker.
I do have one line of advice for you.
Don’t battle yourself or beat your soul blue.


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A Child's Chance At Life

Long ago, a parent, could assume,
about a children's whereabouts, and they be right.
Now, in the new age, that were in, a parent,
not even once, can leave their child, out of sight.

All because precious, is no longer sacred,
a child is vulnerable, in so many, a degree.
For there, are predators, everywhere, you never know, 
whom they are, and where they might be. 

However, everywhere, a parent can't be, all the time,
instead must equip, a child with, the defense, to survive.
Teaching and preaching, to instill, in them, the truth,
so they won't be gullible, in believing, the alluring jive.

Then finally hoping, a chance is being given,
for that child, to truly, become an adult.
Because when innocence, from a child, is then taken,
their progress, goes to a screeching halt.


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A Sisters Love By PjWilliams jim and Jack Oslager

(POEM ENTRY)
                                 A SISTER'S LOVE

THERES A HELL I FEEL INSIDE, AS A LOST CHILD CRIED, I WAS HELPLESS TO SAVE HER LIFE
SHE WASNT READY TO BE TAKEN AWAY FROM ME LORD,SHE WASNT READY TO DIE
TEAR A HOLE IN THE SHY TONIGHT, LET THE ASHES OF RAIN,PUT OUT THE FIRES OF RAGE INSIDE
THIS I WILL FOREVER KNOW IS TRUE SISTER , I WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER YOU

FEELS LIKE FOREVER WHEN YOU JUST KEEP ON FALLIN, FEELS LIKE THERES NOTHING LEFT TO HOLD ON TO
FEELS LIKE FOREVER WHEN YOU JUST KEEP ON FALLIN
A SISTERS LOVE, NEVER GOES AWAY,FLY THROUGH THE SKIES OF YOUR DESTINY
A SISTERS LOVE, NEVER GOES AWAY,RESTING IN THE ARMS OF ETERNAL GRACE
I WISH I COULD WALK DOWN THE STREETS OF YESTERDAY, NOT A CARE IN THE WORLD,JUST HAPPY YO BE PART OF A FAMILY
BLACK CLOUDS ABOVE, AN ONCOMING STORM ARRIVES, IM FIGHTING TO SURVIVE, I MUST CARRY ON HER NAME NOW, AND FIND AN END TO THE HARD TIMES
FEELS LIKE FOREVER WHEN YOU JUST KEEP ON FALLIN, FEELS LIKE THERES NOTHING TO HOLD ON TO
FEELS LIKE FOREVER WHEN YOU JUST KEEP FALLIN
A SISTERS LOVE, NEVER GOES AWAY,FLY THROUGH THE SKIES OF YOUR DESTINY
A SISTERS LOVE,  NEVER GOES AWAY. RESTING IN THE ARMS OF ETERNAL GRACE
AS I LOOK UP AT THE SKY, WATCHING THE CLOUDS PASSING ME BY
I SEE AN ANGEL FLY,THERES A FEATHER FALLIN IN MY EYE,
THE SEEDS THAT WERE ONCES SOWN,WILL FOREVER GROW, YOUR SPIRIT LIVES ON, INSIDE YOUR CHLIDRENS MINDS, YOU ARE THE BEATING HEART OF THEIR HAPPINESS, CREATOR OF ALL OF THIER DREAMS IN LIFE
FEELS LIKE FOREVER WHEN YOU JUST KEEP ON FALLIN, FEELS LIKE THERES NOTHING LEFT TO HOLD ON TO
FEELS LIKE FOREVER WHEN YOU JUST KEEP FALLIN
A SISTERS LOVE, NEVER GOES AWAY, FLY THROUGH THE SKIES OF YOUR DESTINY
A SISTERS LOVE, NEVER GOES AWAY, RESTING IN THE ARMS OF ETERNAL GRACE
THERS A HEEL I FEEL INSIDE,AS A LOST CHILD CRIED, I WAS HELPLESS TO SAVE HER LIFE,SHE WASNT READY TO BE TAKEN AWAY FROM ME LORD,SHE WASNT READY TO DIE, TEAR A HOLE IN THE SKY TONIIGHT,LET THE ASHES OF RAIN, PUT OUT THE FIRE OF RAGE INSIDE
THIS I WILL FORVEVR KNOW IS TRUE SISTER, I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU.

RESPECTFULLY SUBMIITED & THANK YOU FOR TAKEN TIME TO READ AND CONTINUE A MEMORY

Written & Dedicated to Joy M Williams
Etched in Paper & Everlasting Marked PJW
Collaboration by Paul J Williams, jim Oslager, Jack Oslager
All Words Lyrics & Music  
320 S  3rd Street
Oxford  Pa 19363
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Living Her Life

She sees the pains,
Which her native folk have gained.
She changed from a little girl
To someone who has always had the potential
To change her own little personal inner world.
As a child she never went through
What some other children of her people
Had went through themselves.

She used to never knew how the roots
Of all her people’s issues
Were and are so controversial.
Blessed was she, as a very young child,
For not knowing fully all the reasons why.

Blessed that she is and will always be
Full of feeling, and always quietly wondering “Why?”, 
Now she is filled with new knowledge and a developing sense of wisdom 
Within her own individual mind.
She is now what she had always
Envisioned and imagined before, since her elementary days.
She is (“I am...”) not entirely that same little girl anymore.
She is now one of the many of that particular kind.

Within her imagination is a longed 
Wanting of finally revealing 
The truths she has discovered and
How her people must change for the better.
Throughout her whole life, which she’s lived through so far,
She maintains a heart filled with feelings, 
A mind filled with knowledge
And a slight emotional immaturity as representation
That her inner child self is still alive on the inside.

Her inner and past child self (who was different from all the rest,
But was also similar to them when at their best).
Never truly knew how far she’d come in life.
(As of right now and forever into the future)
How she has grown and maintained herself
Is how she had made that (her) inner voice in her head and 
Had also long ago already acknowledged her true self.

She still stands in her own believing faith and faith in herself
And her lack of prejudice is what makes her naive thinking
Make her own days in her life far brighter than what others say
As they discourage her from doing 
Or trying to pursue something grand and part of a divine plan.
Even after times and tribulations involving doubting tremble.

Blessed she is for being so whole in her own presumed thoughts,
Blessed she is for logical thinking based on emotion and feelings.
Blessed she will always be, for Christ himself said to a woman
(who was suffering from something for more than 12 years), 
“Your faith is what made you whole.”
Now she thinks...
“Grateful and blessed I am, to the point of tears of joy and sorrow of how I used to doubt.
I now forever know what my life will be like beyond tomorrow.”


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God Knew Me Before I Was Born

God Knew Me Before I Was Born! God knew me, before I existed! He was there, before my name was listed! Before I was born, he had a divine plan! He was there, before I reached out my hand! Before I knew who I even was, or my name… His life for mine, way why his son came! Before I could put on my shoes and clothes… He had called me! It was I… That he chose! Before I was old enough to make up my own mind… He was there waiting! So patient and kind! Before I became an adult… I refused to believe! Whatever God offered... I didn’t want to receive! Before too long… I had my own family and home. But then family left me... And I was alone! Before God… I came, and cried and repented! The inside of my mind felt confused and tormented! Before I really knew what was actually going on… God reached inside and forgave me of past wrongs! Before the next day was coming about… I found a new love and peace throughout! Before God, I know that he’s changed me! I have found a new life for eternity! Won’t you come before God and accept him too? You’ll never know what he can do for YOU! By Jim Pemberton


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ABOUT ABORTION

Humans shaming us with deeds vile as any satanic rite
Lumps of flesh dumped in alleys under cover of darkness
Blessed not to know life, spared a sorry plight
From biological parents who met to sate compelling desires of the flesh

Irresponsibility and weakness combining to abandon fruits of fleeting carnal lust
Visiting shady clinics manned by leeches fuelled by greed
Their outlook distorted from vending Death, while Hippocrates’s oath gathers dust
Pall bearers to that love which drowns the child after flowering the seed

Clinics flourishing on mankind’s myriad perversions – enticing doom
For their ability to delve into the realms of the unknown
Long before the end of nature’s cycle in the womb
At will deciding those destined to perish and those deemed fit to breathe on

Society, a bad joke in any part of the world, has decreed
Those born out of wedlock to live in the fringes
Pondering not the fate of those victims of misdeeds
The hapless women who've suffered man’s intemperate binges

Spare a thought for those luckless women
Whose conscience forbids them from killing the child within
Those who had motherhood forced upon them
And bring forth the child only to be damned as living in sin 

How heartless can we get, denizens of a world bound by lofty tenets
Hypocrites all, we have condemned them to a life of shame
Victims of betrayed trust, lust and the wretched Fates
How life makes them suffer, they become indifferent to pain

Rearing children of fiendish lineage
Praying fervently that their children don’t take after them
Transition from repressed childhood to youth, knowledge to rage
The tussle is deadly, and the winner Abel or Cain 

   


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Your Distance

You were my delight my only child that I prayed for.
My joy overcrowded all thoughts from that day on
I burped you, changed your diapers, and watched you grow.
Take your first steps, I recall patting you to sleep,
Patting you, while you lay upon my chest, gently,
Listening to you fighting sleep, though ever so tired.
Remembering those times will be my epitaph always
Reading to you before you fell asleep each night,
You were more than my world; you were everything,
Then you were whisked away from my life so quick.
Lost I wondered within my mind, wanting, needing
Almost a decade of not knowing, not seeing you at all,
Missing the important years, my heart lost and faded.
My child was gone from my life, losing so very much.
Joy I felt upon that first day, I saw your eyes; I adored
You did come back though oh so distant from my life.
I was and always will be your daddy, loving forever.
Unconditionally, no matter what you do to anyone, or me
All my interests and endeavors are for your future and more.
Many things I was in failure to teach you through the years.
I was glorified beyond any blessings from children you bore.
I made mistakes I should have followed more closely at times.
Not wanting to intrude was my undoing, my ultimate crimes.
To me, part of life is making mistakes, learning, growing.
However, I failed to be there to help guide your travels.
My heart, soul, and mind gave all that I could within our time.
My homestead I gave, in love for you to grow stronger still.
However, I failed to promote the importance of its needs in depth.
Now I must prevent another failure, though you do not understand.
My boldness and refusal to your desires are for a better futures end.
Not to allow the return of a mistake in much anguish I attend.
To allow another to navigate the abode in current conditions,
Shall create more loss in one form or the other to no good ends,
My standing firm at this call is in the best interest to all indeed
My heartbreaks, my mind wallows in the failures of my past.
I must make a slight adjustment; though understand you do not.
Maybe in the future you will understand the strength I give.
These are some of my hardest days of life, for your daddy knows.
However, I must force the understanding of truth about life’s needs.
This is just one lesson I must teach before my end, This I know.


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Child's Play

As a child I held my head high;
But with ridicule I learn to feel shy
 Smothered with hostility I learn to fight.
I know what's wrong and what's right
(why do we live in the world of black and white)
Everyday I proclaim my uniqueness; is there really
justice and fairness
I have faith and that is my security
No matter what; I continue forward through adversity
They say children are the future of tomorrow
But adults is giving our future hatred, chaos, and mayhem that is deep in sorrow
As a child I live with shame
but I learn to be patient in Jesus name
I cry for help deep within
Everyday I live with criticism but I learn to condemn
I need encouragement to build my confidence
Teach me and show me, to use my common sense
Remember God put us here to give Him glory and praise everyday
It's no time for child's play


Details | Tanka | |

A Balance of Power

When a child was a child
A man was young and strong
As A child was growing well
A man was getting old
And losing living strength


Details | Free verse | |

Soulful Cries

I scream, at the top of my lungs
No sound, comes out
Silent, curdling screams
Is, all I have left, now
I wrestle; I fight, with all, my physical might
While, being forced down 
By the mighty strength, of many men
The pungent smells of dirt, sweat and grime
Embed, in my senses
Their ghastly hot breathes; making me, want to puke!
Their hands, all over me
Constantly grabbing and groping me
Hollering and cheering each other on
Then, someone punches me
Someone, I cannot see
A large man’s hand, covers my nose and mouth
Muffling my soulful cries, terrifying, my insides!

I can’t breathe, now!

Many heavy handed blows, follow
In a blurry haze
I watch, my scarlet red blood splatter
Upon the snow white sheets, that surround
My sacred blood spilled
My salty tears mixed in with sticky men’s semen
My body, a raging torrent of scorching hot lava
Lulling into a translucent, entranced state
Surrendering, to the primal, animalistic frenzy
The men, taking what they want, anyway they want it
Devouring every morsel left ,of my weak and weary body
My body fighting, for its God given right
To live, now!
My life flashes before my eyes
The sounds around me begin to fade
My eyes glaze over, my body goes limp
My body betraying me, when I need her the most!
Silently, I pray for this is not my will, but their own
“Have mercy upon these souls” 
“Please forgive these men, as I do, now
“My love remains with you, heavenly Father”
Blackened tears of jet black mascara
Weave their way down
Through the bloody crevasses, of my black & blued skin
My body used up, a lifeless vessel, totally numb!
My innocence and dignity stripped!
No one, can save me, the worst is done!
Bashed, beaten, worn
I am nothing, no more...


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ENOUGH IS ENOUGH !

another child is lying in the streets dead
another stray bullet has struck someone in the head
today a mother breaks down and begins to cry
because today one more child has unfortunately died
the youth of today are all about violence and intrusion
running wild causing havoc and confusion
they think having a gun or a knife makes them more of a man
but if they want to prove their manhood why don't they fight hand to hand
too lazy to get up and go out to earn an honest salary
but have the energy to rob hardworking you and me
gang bangers, drug dealers and your garden variety hoods
incapable of being productive or possess positive attitudes 
enough is enough, it's time for us to take control
if you see something, say something, we all play a role
enough is enough, get the weapons away from them
it might be enough to save another child in the end

pedophiles, sexual predators and rapists on the prowl
it's time for all parents to stand up right now
talk to your children and make them aware
that evil can be found everywhere
take an active role in your children's existence
stay on their case and in their face with loving persistence
we have enough youths running around acting like fools
make sure yours get an education and stay in school
many are victims of circumstances and have fallen through the cracks
no one ever encouraged them to stay on the right track
children having children and all we can expect
is a generation raised with no regard for life and no respect
enough is enough, it's up to society
to get away from welfare and jail mentalities
enough is enough, it's time to do something constructive
so the future generation may one day be more productive

in 2007 only 42,000 black youths got college degrees
but over 400,000 got sent to state and federal penitentiaries
what's wrong with this equation? these numbers can't be correct
how did so many young men become social rejects?
uneducated, unemployed, no future and no hope
how do we expect them to now learn to cope?
enough is enough, no child should be left behind
as adults we can't afford to lose any more young minds
enough is enough, let the future generation prevail
and stop thinking the solution to the problem is building more jails
we should be building more schools and learning facilities
and not use our tax dollars mostly for the military
enough is enough, too many youths have lost their lives
maybe it's time that we turn to the Lord Jesus Christ


Details | Rhyme | |

The Cycle Lives On

A girl child is born given life brand new
To a mother so proud and a daddy too
Elsewhere mother gives a baby boy life
Daddy's not there he's at home with his wife
One day daddy's gone Baby girl wonders why
Baby boy hides his hunger so mommy don't cry
One mommy works from morning into the night
The other works streets sleeping thru daylight
Each mother making the best of her situation
Children denied mothers love and appreciation
Each child raise themselves all, alone
Kids with no childhood forced to be grown
A two parent love they'll never get to learn
15 years old to each others they will turn
Not knowing true love thinking theirs real
Only both parents love they sought to fulfill
A mother gives a girl life as they do a son
They're but babies, at 15 innocence gone
Reality of broken homes, the cycle lives on



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PURE FUN

Once upon a time of grand pleasure
There was a child with thoughts of pure fun
Days danced from one to another
How wonderful it felt to be young

To capture secret snow forts
on toboggans of imagination
To cross vast fishing streams
in the canoes of creation
To race through open fields
at the silent speed of light
To dig for buried treasure
and catch fireflies at night

Those places that we visited 
were at the heart of time and space
They may be gone at the present
Yet, they can never be erased

The ballgame in the corner lot
that spectacular catch you made
The birthday of your special gift
when all your wished were repaid

The years when certain music
was inspiring and brand new
When books became a vacation
getting lost with; "you know who."

Let's visit that time in the present
not retreat to the past
Let's do something that's pleasant
for life rushes by too fast

Now - is the time to discover
what a wonder life can be
Having pure fun with another
by releasing the child in; "me."


Details | Ballad | |

Creator and his love of People

The minister and angels in year 2005 there on TV and
a gift to all, toils for  his Glory and right never wrong 
by labor he will enter the pealy gates and walk on gold
there he dates a child and give her to his other ministers and
they laugh and say a angel made them do it, of cruse your
child not thier now children will think that a angel well
will, of course he will meet his maker like the hornet
Queen and ice Queen and of course the person that
make the child scream in the ear of the creator. you
can make money of i want nothing Dailey


Details | I do not know? | |

Reminisce

I remember when I was verbally bullied,
I would not tell my parents or teacher 
Of what was happening.
I would only take it all in solitary stride,
I remember always feeling 
Both sad and happy in being alone.

I think about it now,
I realize the reasons why I was bullied, why
I was resentful of those who done so to me.
I realize how silly it all was as a whole. 

I notice how it seems to be my fault,
I rejected their offers for friendship.
I still think I was right,
I intuitively knew of their potential two-faced sides.

I have had friends long before then.
I unwillingly moved elsewhere 
(Away from mine friends back then).
I seem to have lost them 
For as long as I shall continue to live.
I eventually had no one 
But [one] older and [some] younger cousins.

I remember when I was my parents' only beloved little one.
I would have everything a child wanted and needed.
I realized my parents often never played with me,
I have come to feel
They were never a good refuge for my feelings anyway.

I see how I've changed from a beloved child 
To now this lonely soul.
I notice how everybody else eventually changes.
I have had good few friends 
In these passing recent years of youth.
I have taken the toll that life has had in place for me.

I reminisce it all now,
I felt so alone, still feel so alone.
I remember my pain, I remember my joys,
I still console myself alone.

I notice how everything is not the same,
I realize the happier days of my past cannot repeat.
I know even if they did then I would face it all again.
I forever now accept it all to be an essential part of me.


Details | Quatrain | |

at the altar

what do we bring to sacrifice,
to the altar of our fears
will the fear, itself, suffice
to wipe away these grieving tears

here, a satchel i take in stride
through the machine, my will to cede
and here, too, a bag of my pride
that it turns out, i didn't need

that old man has a video camera
and a young one totes a backpack
can we turn them outta here
for the bravery that i lack

and the child so innocent beside her,
that woman there with righteous shawl,
are mother and child vengeful saboteurs
would a flash of hate burst my wall

do i send my firstborn far away
did the world change to get more hate
is that the price my dread must pay
is that all my fright can relate

when i stand on this serene beach
is evil banished from my sight
is the violent tsunami out of reach
if i waive some liberty, some right

should land's crust pull asunder
and an abyss drop before my feet
would relinquishing fear pull me under
would, then, i go down in defeat

my god, what must i do to appease
when i stand before some conflagration
to vindicate, to assuage, to please
must i change my life's foundation

or can i only fear fear itself
to live as those i remember might want
take life day-to-day from off the shelf
without hate and fear, my dreams to haunt

Armageddon might be without love
but my world today is more than this
i refuse to live life devoid of
love and empathy and a bit of bliss

© Goode Guy 2011-09-08


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Harbor Sludge Queen

Out of the bowels of Harrisburg
Comes a new woman on the scene
She's head of environmental pollution
She's known as the Harbor Sludge Queen
She's in charge of polluting our county
And putting the environment in a rut
While her boss, the infamous Mr. Ed
Has his nose buried in athlete's butt
It doesn't do any good to scream and holler
And our right to choose is naught
Please publish her picture in the newspaper
So we can see what corporate America just bought
We were told the sludge is beneficial
But no matter what you call it
The only place it's beneficial
Is to our politician's wallet
When your child asks you 
Daddy, why is the grass so green
Tell him it won't be green for long
Thanks to the Harbor Sludge Queen
Their long range plan is simple
Pollute the mountains and all in between
Then buy the properties for nothing
Courtesy of the Harbor Sludge Queen.

   Dedicated to the Department of Environmental Protection Who is allowing the 
dumping of fly ash mixed with dredging from the New York Harbors to be 
dumped in the unlined mine pits in our area. They are already responsible for the 
death of Troy Behun, an 11 year old child and Daniel Pennock a 17 year old. 
They've already spent the almost unlimited super fund money in Pennsylvania. 
As with most government agencies, total incompetence and gross negligence 
prevails.


Details | I do not know? | |

Lost Children and Babies

My heart feels constricted, breathless pain,
the homeless child, shall never gain.
My fingers stumble when reaching out,
humble feelings trembling with doubt.

My lifeblood's flow, has been denied,
listening as the lost children cried.
My hopes dashed, and thrown away,
like some unborn status played.

Dismembered, fetus of living hell,
from warmth, a lost child did dwell.
Encased in their own veil of sorrow,
no hope yesterday, today, or tomorrow.

Reach the ends of the neap's moonlit tide,
possess the young, unwed child bride.
My heart won't span the broken hours,
wombs of waste, lost wilted flowers.


Details | Blank verse | |

not too far apart

a lady jumps off a bridge with her baby in hand
another fights to push her baby out of her...
these two are not too far apart
in fact they are closer than you think
the one thing that keeps them apart is...
one understands what the world is capable of doing...
and the other just hasn't grasp it...
now the question is
which one...
for...
their not too far apart...
both would never let the world hurt their child...
one just made sure of it...
is she wrong???
for never wanting to see her child be done wrong...
both would give their child the world 
just one gave the world to the child
the question is
which one...
both these women are not too far apart


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Sanctity

I know my heart is impure,
That’s why I were born a Dalit,
I know your heart is pure,
That’s why you make me a Dalit.

It is sanctity of your God,
Or the purity of your receipts,
You never accepted that,
Dalits are also human.

Have you cleaned your toilet?
Have you cleaned your room?
Then what is your purity?
If your stink is also fart.

Did you sleep without food a night?
If a female child asked you for food,
You opened your heart for mercy,
And your forgiveness desired sex.

Have you enjoyed ever poverty?
And watched innocent’s death,
Who was crying for medicine?
But a doctor was asking for money.

Have you faced poor circumstances?
When an innocent was crying for help,
His child was raped,
And police charged him a thief.

Have you walked with ware feet in a heat wave?
When children were crying for water,
When he went for fresh water to a bell,
Uppercastes killed him, he impured their water.

They raped his wife and burnt her alive,
And they arrested his children,
They grown female child ‘a sex worker’
And male ‘a bounded labour’.

No Religion served their service,
God is one; we all are brothers and sisters,
No Government banned Upper Castes,
They humiliated Dalits in a democratic system.

You can speak loud; I know you are pure,
Your conservatism treated always equally, 
Whatsoever you arranged discussion,
You paid benefits to killers to maintain terrorism.


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Bondage

Evil has no easy explanation
Will they hate you for what you did
To them as a helpless child
The memory will not go away
The wounds will never heal
The evil that you did to them
Will not soon depart
Time will merely make them whole
It is a crime that cannot be forgiven
One which no punishment can be enough
Yet people like you will continue
And the children will still be raped, abused
Made an actor of evil abuse
They will be fondled, forced, defiled, 
By those who cannot help but evil be
Those to whom no cure is certain
You can pay your debt to society
But you cannot change what happened to them
Yes, they are children much loved
Viewing their agonies to painful
The lashes of life we cannot see
Just by looking at them
The emotional scars deep within
Hoping to find a way to escape
I pray for your victims 
Whose who had their childhood joys taken away
At such an early age
I pray that God has enough grace for you
I pray you will never hurt a child again
I pray that one day these child will be set free
From the bondage you created in their souls.
 
Georgia Gill-Elkins
 January 14, 2007


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OMWANA OW'ESSANYU

Omwana ow'essanyu,
ye mwana awulira,
atya bazadde be,
n'abo abamusinga.

Jenifer Rose,
ye mwana gw'emanyi,
ey 'eyisa ng'omuntu,
omwana ow'empisa atya bazadde be.

Simuwana buwanyi,
mubutufu w'ampisa,
mukubo n'awaka.
Jenifer Rose nze mw'ewunya!

Gwe buza maama we,
akubulire  ky 'amanyi
ku mwana ow'essanyu,
asanyusa nabalara.
Jenifer Rose mubutufu y 'asinga!

Katherine  Stella yakola nyo omulimu,
okuyamba omwana we,
okuba ng'omuntu.
Naye ate ffe?



THE TRANSLATION OF THE ABOVE.
THE TITTLE:  THE CHILD OF JOY

The child of joy,
she's having a humble life,
she respects her  parents,
and those above her.

Jenifer Rose,
she's the child i know,
behave like a human,
a disciplined child respects her parents
at her young age.

I don't just praise her,
but really a humble girl,
on the road and home.
Jenifer Rose i wonder about her!

You ask her mum,
she will tell you the truth,
about a child of joy,
who makes others happy.
Jenifer Rose really she's great!

Katherine  Stella,
she did a good job,
to help her child  to grow at peace.
What about us?








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A Child Within

Yearns to be free 
From ghosts and goblins
She cannot see.

A child within
Has no voice.
It was lost
When she had no choice.

A child within
Will not cry.
If she does
She will die.

A child within
Lost her way
And continues missing
To this day.

Will you help
A child within?
Or turn away
Once again?


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Guatemalan Orphan

Little Guatemalan child on the floor
In the heat, shaded by the shop door,
Alone and dirty
Clothed in filthy rags,
Holding a little brother
She’s wrapped him in torn bags
Begging for any money,
She is in desperate need,
Not eaten in days,
Little baby brother still bleeds,
In a unknown language,
She pulls on the tourists,
But they give to only one child,
To the child who seems the poorest,
So she continues sniffing the glue 
Baby Bro is contaminated too
It eases the pain and hunger
It’s the thing she’s knows to do,
When later the heat resides
The orange Sun will set,
And the orphans gather together,
Collect old rubbish and tourist cigarettes,
And when the men drive by late night,
And offer them pathetic lose change,
 For her innocence aged 9, 
A most excruciatingly unfair exchange
She grows up knowing this life
Is the only life she’ll identify,
Unless someone will lend a physical hand
 And wipe the tears from her eyes
And comfort and hold her so close,
Let her know there is love out there,
Get her life back together, 
Will you go and show you care?


N.B. I visited Guatemala in 2004 with my church. We helped volunteer to build an 
orphanage. This is based on the stories we heard...Words cannot explain the 
situation there.


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At This Heart

A child is dead in the heart of men
a lonely grave sits unattended
who do such a thing I heard them say
to someone they had once befriended
who would have the child abandoned
i look to the gates and the fences unmended
i seek all these answers when i kneel to pray
but what's left to say
despite meaningful words I still dismay
this lonesome grave sees no flowers tended
when the baleful moon rises another day ended
but this grave is still unvisited
sadness and shame to this day
when all good men did nothing but pray
god should have stayed
but remorse is lost on those not here
i speak of course of men ruled by fear
for there is not just one grave unattended
there is more than one sin unmended
down beside this tomb i solemnly lay
when moon rests high and out goes day
this child called integrity is dead
doubt and vanity has taken its stead
this child called Right has been felled by Wrong
this grave is unseen and unknown
i lay here too, because the guilt is also my own
this grave at the hearts of all good men
what once we had we will never have again


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Respect

As a child we were taught 
to show respect for all adults.
As a young adult we were taught 
how to earn respect from adults.
As an adult we have been told 
that everything we had been taught 
as a child and young adult no longer applies.
We are now expected to live by a whole new set of rules
and respect should just come naturally.
Is it just me or does it seem as if 
everyone just expects that they should 
be shown respect no matter what they do or say.
Shouldn't you have to give respect 
to get respect from no matter what?


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Captured Love

Captured Love 


Captured love 
My titles are just short descriptions of what eye write 
It tends to make me want to seem to apologize 
But not to them that like it we work for a creator 
This poem is intended to convey it. 
A mother's love is to worry about her child 
to absolutely dread any bad thing 
to manage to disintegrate and hide her longing from most anyone 
but sometimes a lover is allowed a glimpse 
of the infinite inside a heart that makes a person seem so full of love. 
The child in question is someone's daughter 
so full of life and musick she makes my very heart to sing 
in melodies of infinite. 
Then there is a love of The Father a distinct and separate thing. 
The young woman had to ride in an airplane thing. 
A jet or even 741 Jumbo thing or just a smaller one who knoes 
This is the mothers love this is what she said to me 
this is what a lover knoes 
“I can still hear the engine of her plane taking off” 
“she is my baby she is my love” 
This is the love of The Father he is making sure the tickets 
Making sure the fare making certain that the everything is paid for. 
This is the lovers love to make a poem 
and send this to the mother and the child 
in separate envelopes 
they both will smile. 
This is captured love. 


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What the little girl saw one day (2005)

An innocent child one day witnessed a horrific crime
Young eyes paused in a collapse of time
Confused child who began to think and then she instantly grew
All her childhood was lost when she finally knew
The cries of helplessness break her sweet memories like a china toy
The little girl felt ashamed and dirty every time she saw a boy
A man attacks the rights of another
The poor little girl stood helpless as she looked at her mother
Now a grown woman stands never to be the same
She has learned that a victim is never to blame