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Details | Free verse | |

It's hard to say

No
A small little word
And yet so hard to say
It tempts me to say
Maybe
Maybe I can make it work
I so desperately want to say yes
It hurts
Crushes me
To see you disappointed
Those times when I have no time
When I am stretched to the limit
Commitments 
Piled
One on top of the other
The important less important things in my life
When I have no energy
No extra to give
No way of knowing if I'm making a mistake
I say no to give myself a break
Some space to breathe

Sometimes no
Is meant to protect
No you can't go
To that party
Spend time with that girl
Hang out with that guy
No I won't change my mind
Even though I have to be the bad guy
No is a declaration
That I care for you
I want only the best
I want no harm to come to you
No is a tool I use to strengthen you
No you can't quit
You must finish what you start
There is no better feeling
Than seeing you succeed 
Those times I said 
"No, you can do it on your own."
Even though I desperately wanted to help
No meant I trusted and believed in you
You can do more than you think you can
No one is more proud of you

I wish you to know
The power of no
When it comes to a girl
No really does mean no
When you are put in an awkward place
You don't have to say yes
Choose your no wisely
No I don't want to go
No I don't want another drink
No I have somewhere else to be
No I will not let you treat her that way
No you cannot cross that line
No I deserve better than that
Yes, no is a small little word
It can change your path
Give you time to breathe
No, opens up possibilities
To choose
The yes
That is right for you
Yes or no
I believe you will choose wisely
Even though no
Can be a hard word to say





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 | Rhyme | |

Timeless Love

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Ballad | |

A message from Emilly

A message from Emilly
By Angelo Casiano


A message from above to those of you I love.
I love you more than you’ll ever know,
Even more now that I’m gone.
And my love for you will grow and grow,
Like the chorus to a song.
I had to leave much sooner than
 I thought, I must admit.
But you know mom, until I’m done,
 I’m never gonna quit. 
I left behind some parts of me,
 I have so much to give.
Because of you I’m strong enough,
 to help some others live.
So Daddy when you think of me,
While you watch the Phillies play. 
I’ll be sitting next to you. I’ll be with you every day.
 You’ve given me the best of you.
And now I’m giving back.
I will love you for eternity. No matter were I’m at.


Details | Marsiya | |

I'm my Daddy Made Over

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


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

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

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

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

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


Sabrina Niday Hansel



Details | Narrative | |

Night Angel

They needed help
Walking alone in the dark.
The man.
The child.
A broken down car.
The child frightened,
But not understanding
The terror
That would soon
Come her way.
Her parents petrified
That their baby was gone,
Agonizing
Over forbidden images
That crowded their way
Past ice cream sundays
And birthday parties
And wedding days.
A passer-by.
A doer of good deeds.
He stops.
He sees.
He looks into
the little girl's eyes.
Bravely
The girl speaks,
"This is not my dad"
And the coward
who took her,
He runs.
He hides.
The passer-by,
Believing he saved
A child
From a long, cold walk,
In reality
Saved a child
From a long, cold death.


Details | Epic | |

Pledge of love and loyalty

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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


Details | Free verse | |

My Micke boys

                To be called ..
            ~   Grandma is a Honor ~

        I have been blessed with 4  Grandchildren

       ~ one lays in Heaven " Kaleb "  He is God's Angel ~
   ~ His twin brother he will always watch over , and be in his soul~

     For he loved his Brother so much in the womb ,
       he chose Heaven which gave life to his twin
      ~ I feel his spirit when I see the other Grandson ~
 
              Time passed another gift to see
               we are " Mickes" and Loved 
            Our Dad held the title in Baseball 
                   ~  that's how we roll ~
           those children are Grandmas hero's 

       The Irish they love big and Family is everything 
        The brothers will protect the beautiful sister 
              ~ as many lads will be calling ~

        Every time my Grandson hits a home run
     There will be a Angel watching proudly in the stand 

       It will be as if the Angel lifted him when he runs 
           ~no one runs faster then my Grandson~
     either baseball or Art  ~ you shall find your gift given

                These children have been blessed~
                 ~  a beauty to hard to describe 
        If you think not ~~  Take a look at the Mom  
                     That girl can stop Traffic   
                    after raising three and still~ 

          "Inspired by the gift and loss of Grandchildren "

     May our precious " Kaleb " softly rest where Angels only Dwell


Details | Free verse | |

A Beautiful Reverie

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


Details | Alliteration | |

Stink Thinking

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

Stinking Thinking

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

Thank youMy Poetry on PoetrySoup
God Bless.


Details | Rhyme | |

THE AGING PROCESS

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Quatrain | |

Dad

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

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

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

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


Details | ABC | |

THE FORTRESS OF LOVE

THE FORTRESS OF LOVE


Every marriage has its bumps in the road
And they can pop up at any time.
We must learn to navigate them safely 
With fairness, faith and open mind.

No matter how far in your marriage you’ve gone
The highway of love has its rules.
The excitement of sex, trust and affection
Never tolerates self-serving fools.

They say marriages are made in heaven,
But so are tornadoes, lighting and thunder.
Cold hearts and hot heads never solve anything
They just destroy what we love by blunder.

 Boredom, frustration, irritations and anger
 Douse the spark between you and your mate.
 More of the same fails to feed love’s flame
 Till you wake up to find it’s too late

Human touch sustains the release of endorphins
For both the giver and receiver.
Never be afraid to hug your partner.
For the language of touch is a reliever.

Always remember to support your spouse
When times of dilemma arise.
The fortress of love will sustain your marriage 
If you speak less and listen more, you’re wise.

By Tom Zart













Details | Rhyme | |

That's Good Enough For Me

Through different eyes we see her, This woman we both know. She'll touch our hearts, in different ways, As through this life she goes. There's one thing you should realize -- I've loved her from the start -- And, these things I choose to share with you Are written on my heart. A father's pride I gave to her -- As a parent, love is there -- But, more than this, there is respect For this, my only, heir. So, should she choose to make a place In her world for you to be -- These simple words I'll say to you -- "That's good enough for me." The wisdom of a father Sometimes can be suspect. His methods and his motives Sometimes lack intellect. But, nothing, in this world, I'll do To change what is to be. If her choice is made, please understand -- "That's good enough for me." It's more than good enough for me Should two lives intersect In such a way that two young hearts Can happiness collect. A special place inside my heart Is her's eternally. And, would she have you join her there -- "That's good enough for me." Note: Written, to Michael, on the occasion of his proposal to Joan…. Jake


Details | Epic | |

We Lost More Than a Dad

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost half of how we came to be
We lost we four girls first love
We lost our Best Friend

We lost more than just a Dad that day
Our Mom lost her Soul Mate, Her other half 
Our children lost their Papaw
We lost our family’s foundation 
We lost the glue that held us together

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost the Strongest man we ever knew 
We lost the man we looked up too
We lost we four girls Teacher of many things

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We four girls lost our Hero
We lost some of our Light
We lost part of our Heart
We lost part of our Soul

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost some of our Courage
We lost some of our Strength
We lost some of our will to fight back
We lost some of our will to carry on
We four girls lost more than a Dad
We lost more than just a Dad that day


Details | I do not know? | |

My Father's Footsteps

I can see you up ahead of me
I am following 
in your footsteps

no matter how fast I walk
I cannot catch up 

your footsteps are bigger than mine
but they were warm 
and safe to step in

you turn around
and smile encouragingly
then return to your journey

thank you for your footsteps
when I can no longer see you 
they will always be here
pointing me in the right direction

Dora Roimata Langsbury
27 June 2009

Written for my father, Kuao Langsbury, for his 75th birthday gift.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Your My Dear Friend

We have been together
treasured joy now for many years
we trust each other with our
emotions, with affection, tears,

Any day when you are sick or hurting
I feel your pain - significant other,
when eighter-one needs attention
we help one another...

These mutual friendly feelings
for assistance, approval, support
form our tight bonds,
usually never broken

Sharing visions, time together
we respect each other,
regardless of shortcomings
I know you, "I love you anyway"


Details | Ballad | |

My crazy cousin

My crazy Cousin.

My cousin calls me crazy poet
Cause I don’t think like others
I’ve not seen her since she was three
A Flower girl to us lovers
When we got wed in sixty five
But now we write and all
Oh lord, we two are so alike
It’s just remarkable.

In eight weeks time, she’s coming here
To good old western Oz
I know we’re going to get on well
I do, and that’s because
That girl is crazy just like me
And she likes a good old laugh
She seems to be a grand old bird
I’ll say on her behalf.

She’ll bring her man, and son with her
They’re all creative folk
She can paint and write as well
And boy, it is no joke
The kind of talent that they have
It will be a joy to me
To meet up with forgotten kin
I can’t wait for this to be.

11 August 2013 @ 1813hrs.


Details | Bio | |

Outside looking In

Im going to tell you a story about a girl.
She was smart, and ready to take on the world.
Had a hard childhood with her mother always ill,
but her father worked hard and struggled to pay the bills.
My name is Pam and the poem your about to read,
Is a interesting poem, all about me.
I started to feel depression and pain,
at the age of 15 I was snorting cocaine.
I got pregnant at a young age and wanted to explore,
So I walked right out of my families door.
Time went on and I was still not around,
My mom grew sicker and dad wearing a frown.
Not much longer until I experienced this change,
and tragic horrible hurt and feeling of pain.
I walked in that room ,and climbed in the bed
I layed down beside him, and layed down my head.
With my hear I could hear his heartbeat.
The next thing I new we were burying him six feet deep.
At the funeral they said she was in a better place,
but it just wasnt fair to see that look on her face.
My mom that is she died with my dad,
She may have been breathing but always so sad
Two years later she decided to give up,
her faith was gone and hope for luck up.
Thats when I really started to struggle,
barely getting by and forgetting that i was mother.
She seen me drift into a dark place,
I started loosing weight in my stomach and my face.
Before I new it I was always getting high,
Weeks became months, and time flew right by
Its to bad that I chose this new path I was on ,
Because on August 11Th I got a call saying my mother was gone.
Like a replay I walked into that room,
to see her lying there as stiff as a broom.
I layed down beside her and rubbed my fingers
through her hair , but the pain I was feeling I just couldn't bare.
You would think after loosing my mom and my dad,
Anything else wouldnt seem near as bad
Within four years I had nothing left,
My child was taken for my foolish regrets.
Just me and my addiction no more tears to cry,
so many different ways that I could get high.
I would like to introduce this powerful drug,
It bring nothing but bad when I was searching for love.
The name is crystal, Crystal Meth
The one thing in the world, I wish I had never met...


Details | Epitaph | |

The Unknown Soldier

I stand at your grave.
I do not know your name.
I know not where you are from.
Where you fought,
nor where you died.

The horrors and pain you suffered,
were not in vain.
The death and destruction brought you pain.

I weep at your grave,
for the life you gave.
I weep for the Mother,
that gave you that life.

I kneel before your grave.
I bow my head in gratitude to you,
The Unknown Soldier.
Forever Remembered.


Details | Ode | |

Because They Play the Game

Dedicated to every young man bestowed the honor of wearing 
the glorious Oklahoma Sooners' Crimson & Cream 

--------------------------------------------------------------

Over sixty years, boy and man, I have been a Sooners fan;
And always hoped to be among the truest in the stands.
And while I don’t remember all the Players’ names,
They’re my Heroes, each and every one, because they play the game.
  
When they’re on the field of battle, my Sooners surely give their all;
And when they’re on the sidelines, just waiting for a Coach’s call;
Visions of Glory must be dancing in their heads;
The Glory of the moment and our cheers, the Glory of playing for
   the mighty Big Red.

And for those Sooners who rarely played, whose names were 
   known only by a few,
Make no mistake my friend, each of them is my Hero too.
Like Soldiers waiting in the ranks, but never called to fight,
They ‘re ready and they’re willing, their spirit and their sacrifice
   add to Big Red’s might.

I stand in awe of Sooner Magic.  No, I never doubt it.
My Sooners could have never won so many Championships without it.
But don’t misunderstand when I say Sooner Magic won those games;
It was Sooners players who, once again, rose to the occasion and
   glorified the name.

Sixty years of college football and my Sooners have won the most.
Their fierce pride and performance inspire this simple toast:
“My Sooners Team goes on and on, different faces, different names;
But my Heroes, Each and Every one, for win or lose…
                                              
                                 They play the game.


Details | Quatrain | |

Women

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


Details | Rhyme | |

The Family That God Gave to Me

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


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

My Dad

My Dad was Chicagoan.
He would light up a room just like my Mom. 
He loved to fish ! He loved his beer .
He also designed a Octagon home in the 70's 
Built custom by hand . I was very proud of Dad .

Alcohol hit our Family , a curse .
He left my Mom when I was 14 in Illinois.
To renew in California , leaving a trail of tears .
Meeting my step mom , my sisters age .
My 2 sisters they were accepted in her world . 

Not I , I looked too much Like Mom . Told this all my Life . 
She a petite Beauty , RN , real estate Broker .
I did not see why it was wrong to be like mom ?

I moved in with Dad, His new Wife , and 2 sisters 
eventually . All three women were competing for my Father .
I was kicked out at 16 yrs.

Years do pass , you try and accept people places and things .
At the end of Dads life , he was calling me once a week .
I ordered a Engraved Clock for the Fathers day coming.
This was a issue for the Wife and sisters , never invited to his new home , 2 Decades ~My little Brother & I , never wanted .

Dad passed suddenly one sad Spring Day . Not one word from his wife , all 3rd party,  how and when,  Dad Died . being denied the right to his address , even to say goodbye .
Not being able to send my engraved clock . 

 "Dad Passed " received call  from sister whom just stayed a week with me ,  I took her all around the sites here . "1st day I get call , you should come , 2nd Day after , Dad's been cremated already . " It was a lie.

I went anyway , finding the funeral home, the Funeral Director was appalled at the denial displayed.

He insisted I was given 10 minutes alone with Dad , my Birthright to say Goodbye , he was in dismay over the Hostility towards a daughter ~

I get to this room of mean relative's. His sisters , Mine, angry looks , hearing from a Aunt "What is she doing Here ! " I can't give nor reason or rhyme. 

 Shame to you and all that participated that wicked day.
 Are you Glorified with Power?  Denied the right to grieve , 

 Left with no sane answers to give in hatred received by Blood . Some , just Spouses , telling me I had no right to Say Goodbye to my own Father , My DAD .

My Dad wanted me there , I know he did . I love Him and will never forget , his youngest girl whom looked like Mom . I know in my heart and dreams he speaks. 
 We all see when we leave . May God not allow any Son or Daughter to go through such Evil.

Thank-you Poetry Soup for returning my voice .


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young American days


              
                   To be in a young America ~
           visions of a ship upcoming statue of Liberty
               the young lad holding tightly to his Mothers leg
             in all excitement of a new Land to call their own
      celebrations of apple pie and fireworks on the 4th of July 
          
             thoughts of the old Hollywood on screen 
                films without 3-D costing less then a dollar
        Greta , Monroe , Betty Davis eyes tantalizing blue glare
       The Wizard of Oz or books written by Steinbach, Capote, Mark Twain

             exciting new visions of creating new concepts 
                 before Capitalism bought all little ones to bigger
           songs came from the hills of Virginia to the black Mountains
               surfacing in Tennessee for all to hear and wish to see  

          The day when one travelled by car on the road travelled
             every town a story told , learning history we once shed blood 
         American Indian tears to the British man whom choose freedom of taxes
            Boston held a tea party , now wishing they threw out marmite instead
 
         The day when we knew our neighbors and bought homes with a paystub
             Everyone had a chance to make their own with pride , even through wars
        When Martin Luther King stood proudly as did President Lincoln for Freedom 
             How many streets have been named after the man whom had a dream ?

             When milk was delivered on doorsteps in Glass bottles 
                 Babies wanting the very first of the top being cream 
             leaving doors open , watching news with your family at 6pm
                cartoons were shut down and it was now grown up time 

                      Cereal being a cheap snack for after school 
                         school supplies costing twenty dollars 
                      Grandma school clothes shopping for fifty 
                   before the internet , cell phones , and text for hello ~

                         2 week Vacations not afraid to put up Camp 
                Christmas sold in December with the sentiment of Love not money
        a day when if one were sick , you could actually get penicillin without question 
         The Doctor treated everything calling it General Practice no fear of Malpractice 

               Never forgetting our Motor city  
                 Old Ford Trucks Chevrolets and Dodge
                  The city that brought Ottis Reding and Marvin Gaye 
               

                     What happened to us ?  Where did America Go ? 

                   

         
  


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Best Friend

I remember the very first time I saw you,
You wiped the sweat off your forehead,
I remember what all I use to say to you,
Followed my heart, I love you,
Maybe I needed to guard what I say,
Or express it in another way,
I hope I did you no harm,
Or is that what you call destiny,
Please know in your heart,
Eventhough how things played out,
My life and all its' worth,
Worth calling existing - living,
And without ever crossing paths,
My life would have been blah,
Words can not express how I feel about you,
Celebrate our love, if nothing more ever than be my best friend,
You are my very breath and hope of hearing from and possibly seeing you,
The very reason I make it through another day,
Our love we will celebrate far and away,
But in my heart, you are right here with me today,
I love you friend,
You make this world and all it contains worth living,
My heart smiles when it thinks of you,
I will somehow express my heart before I leave this earth,
So much I want to say,
I don't want to complicate things,
I just want you to be healthy, happy and carefree,
I know you love me,
You don't have to say it like I so often do,
I knew day one, 
When I became good friends to you!
I love you, boo!
I do!
Best of luck,
Live like you were dying!


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The Right Thing to Do

Written 7 March 2014
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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.”
 


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THE MATRIARCH

THE MATRIARCH 
(In Memory of Eva Vescovi Dixon 1910-2010) 
by Tina (Vescovi) Lasley 

She was a Sister, Mother, Aunt and Friend 
Someone on whom you could always depend 
She was Counselor, Advisor, and Mentor to all 
There to pick us up if we should fall 

She was persistent, tenacious and so strong willed 
Not one to be stopped or one to be stilled 
She was ahead of her time in so many ways 
Working on war planes in her early days 

Owning a restaurant and a Florist too 
When it was an uncommon thing for Women to do 
Arranging flowers each and every day 
Making sprays and bouquets to earn her way 

Raising two Sons all on her own 
Without self help books and how to be shown 
Working long hours, six days a week 
No time for vacations or much rest to seek 

She made time for us all, to sit and chat 
Telling stories from the past about this and that 
She remembered all the names in the photo book 
When we would ask as we took a look 

Her homemade ravioli’s were the best around 
Her sweet potato pie could always be found 
Family recipes passed one to another 
Learned from the great Italian Mother 

She kept regular hair appointments, clear to the end 
Her “Beauty Operator”, more Family than Friend 
She was loved by her neighbors and all that she knew 
Long standing friendships through the years that grew 

Each year, her garden she’d tend 
Sharing her bounty with Family and Friend 
There wasn’t a plant she couldn’t revive 
Even when you thought it would never survive 

She tried to retire at age 75 
But missed being around people and feeling alive 
Back to work she went for 17 more years 
Working part time at a Florist that happened to be near 

She retired a 2nd time at age 92 
Finding ways to keep busy with things to do 
She befriended two robins that followed her around 
Moving from window to window, until she could be found 

Grandmother, Great Grandmother, to such a big brood 
Her hugs and kisses sure to lift your mood 
She will always be remembered at the door waving goodbye 
Trying hard to smile with a tear in her eye 

She saw so much in her 100 years 
Even outlived all of her peers 
But the good Lord said, “Eva, it’s time to go” 
Heaven is waiting on you to show.


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We Are There With You

You do not stand alone in your Battle
Your battle is our Battle
We may not be there in body
But we are there with you in Spirit

We are there in every beat of your Heart
In every whisper of the wind
In every thought and every touch
Every breath and every sound
We are there with you

You are wrapped in an Endless chain of Love
In every link we each send you a part of us
We send you some of our Strength
Some of our will to Fight
Some of our Courage
The most important of them all
We send you all of our Love

If you feel you need more
Just give that Endless chain a little tug
And we'll be there
Tug til you need us no more
Then we'll know you've gone Home
 


______________________________________________________________________
5/09/2014 Dedicated to my Aunt Nini, Wilma Thomas Gamble for Mother's Day. Sadly she lost her Battle w/ Stage 4 Pancreatic Cancer on 5/30/2014.


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The Sooner Recruit

Fifty years, boy and man, I’ve been a Sooners fan;
And watched thousands of recruits try to make my Sooners Team.
Often, I’ve enviously wondered what it must be like
To be a touted Sooners recruit, living out his dream.

He’d had a great career through high school;
Made good grades, was a football star, played baseball too.
Coach said college recruiters were watching closely;
So, he tried his very best to make his dream come true.

You see, he’d played on the L’il Sooners as a kid;
Started getting serious about the game when he was only eight
Played with older, bigger boys and practiced hard;
Always told his friends, “To be a Sooner, ya gotta play great”.

Oh yes, his parents raised a football player;
And, even more important, a Sooners fan;
But he wanted more, to be a Sooner,
To feel the glory raining down from the stands. 

Now, the Sooners’ Head Coach is in his living room.
“Son, you’ve got talent.  We think you fit our scheme.
We’re offering you a scholarship, an opportunity
To be an important member of our great Sooners Team”.

His mother smiles her biggest smile.
His father nods proudly and pats him on the knee.
“Lord knows, son, it’s a dream come true.
Go be the very best Sooner you can be”.

He walks into the locker room,
Not quite sure what to expect;
But sure that to play for the Sooners
He will first have to earn respect.

He looks each man straight in the eye - 
Other recruits, trainers, assistants, and every coach.
“Be proud, but respectful”, his mother had said;
Your character, more than your performance, must be above reproach”.

His handshake is firm and he smiles.
“Only one chance for a first impression”, his father had said;
"Always put yourself in positive light, on and off the field.
That’s what it will take to play for the mighty Big Red”.

He meets so many other recruits, each one a high school star.
He’s played against a few and knows they share his dream.
And, to a man, each knows before any chance for Glory,
He first must prove worthy to play for this Sooners Team.

He knows a few will fail to meet the coaches’ expectations.
For some, the scout team will be their fate.
Many will suit up, but rarely play.
Only the very best will ever dare to be great.

Coach says, “If every man learns and executes when called on,
Then this team, we Sooners, will win a lot of games;
But, win or lose, if you play hard and give your very best,
You’ll never have to hang your heads in shame”.

“But gentlemen, with or without you, this team will win.
Every season, the Sooners strive to win it All.
So, listen, work hard, and prepare yourselves.  Each game is war...
And you must be ready when Victory calls”.

Through grueling practices, he finds himself.
As he walks to class, his closest friends are aches and pains;
But, just the other day, Coach helped him up, smiled, and patted his helmet.
“You’re doin’ fine, son.  Keep pushin’.  Remember, no pain, no gain”.

He sees his name on the "open scrimmage" roster for the very first time.
It’s a moment he’ll never forget, another milestone in his dream.
He calls his Mom and Dad, knowing they’ll tell his family and his friends.
He hopes they’ll actually see him play, proof he’s made the Team.

As he suits up for the last pre-season open scrimmage,
He wonders if the coaches would really let a freshman play at all;
But Coach puts him in for eight plays against the first team;
He makes two great open-field tackles and intercepts the ball.

He barely hears the roar of the crowd, as the whole defense “gives him five”.
He’s so excited, he forgets to ask if he can keep that ball.
Fans are buzzing, “Did you see that hit”!?  “Who is that kid”!?
“Will he red shirt or will Coach let him play this fall”? 

He sees his name in the Sunday paper, hears it on local sports.
He’s happy, but he doesn’t let it go to his head.
He keeps his focus and uses it as motivation.
After all, he wants to start one day for the mighty Big Red.

Yes, we’ll hear more of this young recruit.
Perhaps, one day he’ll be the hero of the game.
A seasoned veteran, maybe All Conference or even All American,
Who’s tasted Victory many times and helped glorify the Sooners’ name.

Oh yes, there have been so many who’ve aspired;
But many fewer who’ve actually made our Sooners Team.
They are our heroes, each and every one;
For it’s through their accomplishments, we fans can live the dream.

Billy Vessels, Steve Owens, Billy Sims, and Jason White,
The Selmons, Little Joe, the Boz, Josh Heupel, and “Q”
They, and so many others, were once touted Sooners recruits;
Who set a higher mark and built the Tradition that is OU.

So, c’mon! c’mon! all you great young football players!
Dedicate your talents to OU’s Team and OU’s Fans.
Make Oklahoma’s Owen Field your Field of Dreams,
And feel the Glory raining down from the stands. 


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My Cousin Alf

Written by my Cousin Susan Northwood who thinks she cannot write. She wrote this poem for me. pleaser let her know that she can write very well, she is also an excellent artist. By the way, I am back from my holiday, and glad to be back with you all.





My cousin  Alf.

Whilst searching on the net one day
A name jumped out on me
Peter Duggan, as he is known
My cousin, that he be.
A crazy man, a writer too
Speaks his mind, I kid not you
He loves to argue, and debate
Gossip, and trivia, he does so hate.

He wrote me emails, all the time
And many poems in rhythm, and rhyme
His words were calming, made sense to me
Helped my fears,and anxieties.
Life for him had not been kind
Bullied, beaten, and a troubled mind
But here he was, helping me
With all my anger, that He could see

As time did pass, my life got better
Thanks to him, and all his letters
Back and forth, we wrote like mad
Happy laughing, and sometimes sad.
Now here in Oz, I've come to see
My cousin, and his family
Yes he's just how I imagined
Loves all life, and writes with passion.

He argues, talks, and often shouts
Sings, and laughs, but what about?
Yes, he's blunt, and can be rude
He'll shock you too, if you're a prude
But underneath his suit of armour
There stands a man, who's met his karma
All he wants is peace in in life
No more trouble. fights and strife.

There's many souls who cannot cope
With this loud, outspoken bloke
But I know where this man is from
He says it in his words and songs.
So for me he is not Peter
Or Billy, John or Ralph
He simply is my cousin 
Also known as Alf.

Written by Susan Northwood, for Peter Duggan.


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Log Cabin Sex Life

I can’t help but wonder, about the blunder, of building a one room log cabin,
Where man and wife, lived a private life, ‘til kids became real, not imagined

With no partitions, or new additions, you’d think their sex life would run ashore.
But they both knew, how to make it through, by inventing a thing called the chore.

As each kid did sprout, pa had to go out, and think up a new job for the tot.
He soon realized, that for his farm’s size, there were more tots then jobs to be got.

And the matriarch, made the remark, that inside we plum ran out of space.
So they tried to rid, their house of kids, as fast as were made in the first place.

At last the last lad, made a nice lass glad, got married and had a grand party,
But pa had ma’s hind, right on his mind; they arrived at the party, tardy.

Well all went ok, until the sad day, when the old man’s life ran out of time.
And then poor ma, lost her chutzpah, plus the cabin exceeded its prime.

So ma did call, her last son Paul, asked if he knew what she should do then,
He said oh dear, I just moved here, and that we don’t even have a den.

But son relents, and acts the gent, there is space in one nook of our room.
If you feed cows, and all the sows, cause heck ma, I’ve got a new bride groom.



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A Mother's Love

For nine months I carried you beneath my heart
Felt you growing and moveing, feeling such Joy
Eagerly awiating your arrival, knowing you will soon
The day  you were born was  filled with happiness
As I held you in wonder, my little miracle, my little babe
Counting toes and fingers, seeing your little face
Love just bursting from my heart as I just gazed
I watched you grow in time, first smile, first tooth
Crawling, walking then running, always curious
Holding your hand walikng you to school on the first day
Taught you to ride a bike, picked you up when you fell
Kissing the hurt away, just to see you smile that pretty smile
Seeing you grow and mature, into a young adult 
Starting high school, learning to drive, dating
Now here it is juinor year, one more year and your gone 
To test your wings, to fly away and learn even more new things
I hope my love is enough to guide you on your way
To give you that sense you can do anything you set out to do
Always remember that I love you and you are my little one




May 5th Written for my beautiful daughter


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A Truck Drivers Wife

I have been privileged,
 To hold in my life,
The title that’s known
 As a truck driver’s wife.
Now, women all know
Being married is rough.
But, marry a trucker,
And then let’s talk tough!
The miles that they run,
And, the job that they do,
Gives us grey hairs,
And fries our nerves too.
And when they get lonely,
 And call up the house,
Who’s there for ‘em to turn to?
it ain’t Mickey Mouse!
But, through all the turmoil,
The stress, struggle, and strife,
Those men appreciate
 The finer things in life,
And they’ll thank their lucky stars
For a truck drivers wife!


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My Beautiful You - A Poem for Valentine's Day

Like the fragrance of honeysuckle clinging to the vine,
Like sea spirit salt rides the inshore breeze,
Like the sun dappled fields of summer, please...
Be mine... my beautiful you... be mine.

Like the flowers I bring you every so often,
Like the ones I should bring you every day,
Be wild and pure and wait there for me,
To see and to take you, my beautiful you.

Like the curves of your body, bending
Behind the glisten of the glass shower stall,
Like sweet nicknames floating down the hall...
Be my mystery ever unfolding, my beautiful you.

All the holidays, like yesterday, I still remember, 
Wrapped up with you around the tree…
Leaves falling round us in a crisp September,
As we walk through our seasons, you and me.

And now the twilight's chimney smoke calls us,
Back to the hearth and home we've made,
With little ones who look like you and me,
Our love's perfect union, our soul's sweet serenade.

Through all the days of our days, I'll need you,
So be the breath I cannot live without, 
The April morning's rain - mist for my midsummer's drought…
All the holiday's I remember...
Leaves falling round us in a crisp September.

The fragrance of you floating through the hall,
Into my soul's senses, please, be all...
Worth recalling, worth living and dying for...
My beautiful you, my beautiful you...

Be Mine.


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The Righteousness Of Love

Love is a wonder shared by one another it's the only reason I'm not six feet under Love in which I believe in a will to sustain I give back to life, now in dormant states of pain The power of Love may not alone be enough locked inside my dreams escape only from above higher than any human being has ever gone before I must have evolved rise above hate, great once more My Father taught me wisdom I am imprisoned no longer now an beast not of burden I am no lion, I am stronger on my shoulder sits twin dragons long awaiting the day evil forces come forth to take what Love is left, away A Hero of Love light are what the world needs angels, not demons exist where ever you believe follow your heart's direction and you shall achieve objects of affection rid of materialistic greed My bright energy has awakened to a fire never consuming the source as the flames just grow higher that is the desire of a product we call Love Fear, the counterpart what I was once made of I am slowly learning how to win when my peace is harder to sharpen so I have given my pen leave the sword has its uses I must say I believe to vanquish the evil in the minds too diseased to serve any purpose except their own selfish ones tomorrow a new day in the clarity of the sun where we two are now one and one done now does bring about a great change lit by the righteousness of Love.


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For Him

Hi. If you are reading this letter, then i know my wife has chosen you. This is to serve as my last writing directed to you after my death. Please note she has never read this letter. I would like to welcome you and thank you for choosing her over all the beautiful women in the world. I hardly know you but I'm willing to trust and respect your presence in her life and that you'll bring nothing but joy. Strongly i hope you feel exactly the same as she does, after all she chose to give you this letter. No one can replace our love, but that does not mean you should build a bridge between my past life with her. Do not attempt reshuffling her heart, empathy, sensitivity or replacing what i planted in her heart. Our tree of love will continue growing. Please take good care of her heart as it’s not billable. 

Her tears of joy are always ready to explode. Every night has been a page in our love book. So please do not change the theme as you will be forced to adjust the ending. I so much wanted to continue writing our book but i had to off ramp my journey with her as the cancer was forcefully blocking my way. She doesn't know that. My fingerprints on her smiles never got damaged and the footsteps i wrote on her body never sounded fictional. If you look at the corner of her lips she owns no dark secrets. She gets rewarded for every risk she puts her family in. Her wheelchair has never had a flat tire, but if it does please contact bible services on psalm they fix everything. 

What i noticed is that she loved checking up the Christianity call centres within the bible phone book. The numbers will never change, only agents do so keep encouraging her to make calls. She used to randomly open the book and choose a page with her eyes closed. Even though she sometimes looked lost she always found the right pages. I hope it’s not too much to ask, but please allow her to visit on our birthday and that's every three days before the New Year. That is the only time i could turn to the other side on my grave. Plus the funeral cover promised us non of its pillows in my coffin. Do not make yes an answer to every call made by my parents. We owe them nothing, infect i haven’t spoken to them in ten years. 

With all that said she will blow your mind if you let her.

Thank you


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THE SEVEN DIVISIONS OF WOMANHOOD

To Shakespeare I give all due respect,
But the world must be a huge theater I suspect.
Woman’s the major player if not the star,
For she influences all with love from afar.
The main acts of her drama as one envisions,
Occur for my audience in seven divisions. 

First the helpless infant in her nurse’s arm,
Fresh from God’s hands smiling and warm.
Yet guiltless and untouched by worldly strife,
She is but a stranger to sin in this dawn of life.
In her pink crib she looks cute and pure,
With a smile on her lips so modestly demure.

Next as a tender young girl of school age,
With pigtails and grace she enters the stage.
An innocent young girl loving dolls and toys,
She has no taste for bruises, math or boys.
Her voice is like music whenever she speaks,
Explaining with emotion the desire she seeks.

In the sweet summer age she becomes a blossom,
And weathers the waves in the role of stardom.
Now she’s a young lady with a pure, creative mind,
Nursing dreams of a life moral and refined.
When put into the orbit of heart-consuming men,
Overcoming dying hope, her world she has to win.

As a wife she makes her home a true nirvana,
 Winning from the man she loves her merited honor.
 She is in hard times his source of consolation,
And in times of pleasure his joy and elation.
As a lover and a mate she continues to perform,
Keeping house and home through every storm.

Now for the most blessed age of female life,
She assumes the role of mother as well as wife.
Like God's miracle, the first is released with a hurl,
Then with tears and a scream from womb to world.
Before long baby laughs aloud and pleads for caress,
And mother love with playful smile grants the request.

Next the vestiges of youth appear a distant dream,
And spring's lovely buds now attest to her final esteem,
As she enters her mournful stage of the widow's woe,
Her glance upon her children falls as her eyes overflow.
She has lost all her young heart once fondly enjoyed,
And in the business of change of life she's fully employed.     

 With the final division, youth is now a faded flower,
 And she can bask in the coolness of the evening hour.
 As she enjoys the reflection of her progeny having fun,
 She is reminded that maternal pleasures are not yet done.
 She continues to impart knowledge necessary to sustain,
 As she guides their hopes to reach for the heavenly domain.



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Last Kiss

Open your eyes to the ever turning skies 
I want to here with me through the night 
My heart yearns into your soul 
Burning as if newly lit coal 
I bravely submerg the embers 
That the time I have can be spent with you 
And I remember each kiss every moment 
I was caught in your love that for just this day I remember 
So what happened was a chance for your love 
A time that I kept in a locket tied with a kiss 
 I wanted you to feel, to love, to slumber 
And to awake in my arms with that times kept bliss 
I lay silient in an umber


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Family Dinner

Everyone is dressed just right,

with our smiles slapped on tight,

we are having a family dinner.

The mood is tense,

yet we have to make sense,

and we can always talk about the weather.

 

We blow kisses and show our love,

everything is just right.

We shower praises over each other,

and pray that the night is over without a flight.

 

Ignore the bitter-in-law,

she needs some sugar.

She vowed to deny herself happiness,

since she lost her lover.

 

Pay attention to the chatty uncle.

He claims to be rich although he eats like a savage.

just nod your head and seem interested,

and hope the topic does not turn to marriage.

 

Sit away from the young brother,

once an answer to his question, he is on to another.

To the old man he asks,"So what do you do?"

and to the orphan child,"Where is your mother?"

 

The room is beautiful, the food is delicious,

a night with our near and dear.

This could well be the perfect family dinner,

but only the flowers in the room seem real.


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With This New Day

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


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

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

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


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

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


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


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MARRIAGE SEX AND ROMANCE

 MARRIAGE SEX AND ROMANCE



“Some other time, I’m not in the mood
Why cant we just cuddle and watch TV”?
When couples drift into the celibate zone
It’s not long till someone will flee.

Sexual fulfillment helps preserve love,
 Parenthood, marriage and self-esteem.
Those who maintain it avoid saying no
To be blessed by its pleasure and gleam.

While dating we tend to be more romantic
Putting forth the best of our charms.
Sharing dinners, long walks, and lustful weekends
As we spend more time in each others arms.

How many times have you said “not tonight”?
Exposing your happy home to harm.
Today’s crushing deadlines leave little time for love
Leaving partners with sorrow, sadness and alarm.

So share one another with red wine and time
Dial your own number and leave the phone off the hook.
Enjoy some romance, sex and laughter
Improving your mood and the way you look.


By Tom Zart

 



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Jesus

Judas betrayed Jesus’s whereabouts
End, was near
Son of God, knew this
Universe of the Son of the Divine Father, restored
Sins of man forgiven, Prince of our Universal domain, alive in the hearts of his children


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Butterfly

I once was like a catipiller young,naive,and new
Always living from my heart not knowing what
else to do.Easy to take advantage of, that is 
just the case, people would walk over me
like I was their dirty used up suitcase.
Now I feel a newness coming, like a light
shining from the sky, colors fill my world
and I know I am blooming into a butterfly.
Purple,Pink, Blue and Green I can feel them
flowing through. Colors of the rainbow raising
me into full bloom. Wise and strong I am becoming
My faith leads me where I need to go giving me
insight and wiseness for only me to know.
I have not  done this on my own you see
I have been guided by God and Angels
on this Earth. Wise words the wisdom at
it's best comes from a wise lady who
seems to know me best. Lucky, I am 
to have her in my life, she always shoots
it straight and tells me like it is, knowing
her words touch my heart and gives me tons of faith..
I feel like flying through the sky or climbing 
a tree way up high. I feel like observing the 
world just like a brand new butterfly so as I
Bloom I become Anew something unlike the past
Smart and wise beautiful on the inside and outside 
 a touch of color here a touch of color there
makes me glow and become a beautiful blooming butterfly...


Written By: Christina A McCullouch 
04/09/2013


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Smoke in the distance

Smoke in the distance

I saw it in the distance
The air was filled with smoke
A bush fire, it was raging
Oh, lord this was no joke
For I was heading homeward
It was starting to look bad
For my house was up yonder
The fear it drove me mad.

I've seen so many fires
I know what they can do
I nearly lost my home before
It's bad, I'm telling you
The fear was getting stronger
My imaginations, wild
I felt my body trembling
As I panicked like a child.

The thick black smoke was rising
I drove the car like mad
My house might be on fire
Oh, it was looking bad.

As I reached my destination
My fears did melt to nil
I'll remember that grand feeling
I guess I always will
My house it was still standing
That fire had passed on through
Oh lord it felt so wonderful
I don't mind I'm telling you.

14 October 2013 @ 0755hrs.
Peter Duggan, for groove it contest in Country and Western mode
Sorry, the best I can do.


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What Does Marriage Mean to YOU

What Does Marriage Mean to YOU?

What all hear various definitions
 of what marriage means.
Not realizing the consequences
 this often brings!

There’s often a lack of commitment and faithfulness.
Many still looking for a true source of happiness!

This institution, that God set up as a husband and wife.
Needs to have his spirit,
 to guide our life!

It’s no wonder why, there’s many falling apart!
It’s causing heartache and many broken hearts!

No court in the land can wash away sin’s dark stain.
When adultery happens, things aren’t the same!

May we all seek to ask God
 to strengthen our home!
He’s there to help us!
 When we feel all alone!

We need the blood of Jesus to daily cleanse us!
He wants to do this!  Because he loves us!

Jesus remains committed, faithful and strong!
His word will teach us what’s right and wrong!

May we seek HIS guidance and council!
You’ll find, that he is always most helpful!

Please Jesus… Heal the broken families
 across this nation!
For only you can provide
 a much needed foundation!

By Jim Pemberton  


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T H E S E C R E T

Though I did not want anyone to know

Helping people is what I try to do so I can grow

Even when it is tough I realize I help people not for show


Self involvement is a must a way to make things make sense

Eager to do things I become sometimes dense

Caring about the things I love is what really can help my choice

Revealing my secret to you I will keep my poise

Even when the time comes I will not be spoiled because of my heart

The secret to doing things is make it a great memory so it will not part


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Drowned In An Empty Ocean

                          ~The Empty Ocean~

She drowned in an empty ocean because she wasn't prepared 
to reveal the truth about some events that occurred during those
very sad moments of truth,her brother that she hadn't seen for
30 years, just disappeared in three weeks, ceaseless,died alone.

She drowned in an empty ocean to carry her emotional feelings 
after attending a mass given in his name,a name,no,its her flesh
and blood,she will miss him,his picture is printed in her heart.

Searching for forgiveness as she felt angry,maybe her mourning
was so intense she would have expected someone to come and hold
her,or even hold her hand,she was in such deep pain wanting a
shoulder to lay her head on,sharing,even a look would have been 
enough for her that day,she lost him forever,the moment of truth
was announced in church, he is dead.

Drowning in an empty ocean was only to allow herself find some
peace on her own,she was determined to understand what 
happened to the human race?don't they know how to respect 
the dead?don't they know how to whisper instead of speaking 
so loud,don't they feel how sadness surrounds the family.

His son projected pictures on the wall taken when he was alive with 
all of them,he wanted his guests to meet his father, a grandfather 
to his kids, a brother, a wonderful husband to his mum,he tried so 
many times to tell them,look up this is me & my brother with 
my dad, come to know him. 
Yes, they looked for a fraction of a second and grabbed the food in 
there plates and kept eating the whole evening.

Children running around as if in a playground,mothers and fathers 
were starting to crack jokes and laughing as if they were in a comedy 
theater instead of respecting the dead or the real mourners,a voice 
was heard,my head is spinning my ears cant take it anymore,I am 
dead but my image is alive,hug my son instead,wipe his tears away,
allow him to feel the sincerity in your presence,help him to feel the 
real love, as now he is on his own,I am gone.

Suddenly,its so peaceful,she heard the echo of her tears dripping quicker
faster and faster as they wanted to fill the ocean to save her instantly, 
her feet felt wet,she moved saw a silhouette of a fish breathing again 
her thoughts thought,the unconditional giving to rescue her,came from 
her own tears.She needed to rest and wish the last goodbye to her brother.Separation hurts.His memory will live.


Written: By Therese Bacha.
14/5/2013 Contest for PD. Surprise Me With A Poem I Haven't Read.


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Hey my Honeybunch, You let my first Wedding Anniversary unforgettable


           Guys I would like to share my FIRST WEDDING ANNIVERSARY
                          wrote by Mrs.Madhavi.Suyog.Pagare

 Hey my Honeybunch,You let my first Wedding Anniversary unforgettable.. 

        Hey guys, you know what?? I had got a pleasant surprise from my hubby.It was our 1st Marriage Anniversary on 24th April 2013. Actually we both had tight work schedule..and hubby was at pune..It was too hard to digest that v couldn’t meet each other..but some hw prepared mentally that its ok.. will meet @ weekend..After few hours bro called and said that he is going to organize party for my in-laws and mom-dad n he said..your hubby wont come bt he askd me to conduct party tonight..I got too upset bcz f dis again..dat hw cud i without hubby :(( but after few minutes i got clue frm my momma n i ws at the top f my world..everyone was waiting to cut the cake n my eyes wer desperately searching suyog..hotel assistants wer asking quite oftenly "shall v bring the cake n i ws like..no no wait..just wait.." but later dey brought the cake aftr bro's signal..n dey started clapping n played music for wishing.. Everybody said : Now stand n cut the cake..he won’t come..my bro also said how eagerly u bin w8tin n searching fr him bt he really wont cum..my bro n my family members not only confused me but hotel assistants as well regarding suyog's arival but i said where is my hubby??????? i wont cut the cake without him..gt too too upset again n emotional :(':(' was trying his phone bt he avoided my cal n msg popped out..he is busy with other manager..talk later..gt really upset bcz f dis..den i felt now seriously he won’t come..Suddenly i had glimpse f suyog n i ws like is it suyog??????? dat ws the touching moment....gt too too excited n my happiness was beyond bound..Everybody around me laughed.He hugged me n wished me..I too wished him..later we cutted the cake n he gave me nicely decorated flower bouquet..Really Suyog “You made me insane..you made me sick..men..in your love..Without you my life will be incomplete..” Heartiest congratulations to you my Honey!!!!muahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh and I wish you to b as my life partner fr all seven birth's..n lastly thanks fr hp pavilion lappy,beautiful sarees n amazing jewelleries.. :) :) /\./\ 

Wrote by:
Madhavi.Suyog.Pagare



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A soldier's friend

Slowly breathing with a steady beat
Boots are crunching you feel the heat

You inch on closer, looking around
Watching your friends make not a sound

You have been told to kill this man
A threat he is to freedoms plan

Hold up your rifle, take careful aim
Let go of the guilt your not to blame

Orders you follow a good soldier you are
Try not to think the size of the scar

That this order will bring deep in your soul
We raise the flag on top of this soldier's hole

I will give support, I will lend my hand
So you can brother, continue to stand

To fight for the freedoms of people everywhere 
Down your rifle I, with you, shall stare


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A Very Inviting Temptation

A Very Inviting Temptation! I remember of a particular situation. I was offered a very "inviting" temptation. The situation I was in... I didn't belong! And lost any sense of "right and wrong." At first... I felt no guilt or shame. And brought embarrassment to my family's name. I tried to explain this to my wife and kids. I heard; "Dad... please... no more fibs!" The Godly principles were "tossed to the side," As the sin inside caused arrogance and pride. Soon, all in my life that truly mattered... Was gone! My life was empty and shattered! I was sorry for all of the problems I caused! This time... I took a moment to pause. I cried to God to rescue me from my sin. I confessed! Would God help me once again? I read in the Bible of Jesus’ grace and love! This time the help I needed had to come from above! I asked him for a fresh and brand new start. He removed the stain from a broken heart. He restored to me the joy I once had. I'm so blessed! Jesus has made me glad! Jesus is the reason I'm here today! I LOVE HIM more than words can say! By Jim Pemberton


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The Rain and Wind

The wind blew events all over the place.
Intense emotions and it gave chase.
Lightning lighting to show us the sky.
People try to sleep and not cry.
Wisping by the wind keeps us awake.
The time trying to sleep the storms take.
Chills in everyone gives all shiver.
The clouds surrounded by moonlight is silver.
Heavenly prayers that the rain will stop.
The flood stopped a car the person in it was a cop.
People have seen such devastation.
The road that people made was week in creation.
Rivers near by was over flowing.
Trees that were there was not showing.
By the hour it claimed many.
My father woke up and did not see any.
Floating by was a boat.
Keeping people above water and a float.
My father kept a canoe.  
That some day we would use it, that he knew.
Time to paddle up and down the street.
The rain water kept getting on our seat.
It was so dark after the moon was behind the cloud.
Still the noise of thunder still covered the ears loud.
The smell of moist water never seem to go away.
My brothers seem to still sleep anyway.
My head was bobbing up and down.
I was so tired that I could not hear a sound.
The wind blew back and fourth.
It seems that my mom and dad paddle their worth.
Till all the people we saw with grace.
Help us out with embrace.
The time was so late at night.
Everyone was so sleepy and losing sight.
The fight with the weather was so hectic.
The feelings of energy was electric.
Losing to such natural disaster is hard to understand.
When people working hard to block the river with bags of sand.
With hard workers like my mom and dad.
They make things happen that is not bad.
Rough with weather they experience more than ever.
Leaders they are they are very clever.
From the night light of street lights to the morning glow.
The wind did not stop so.
Bringing in more clouds that ill.
The people who were still tired still had will.
The rush of water and waves blasting push the wall side.
Pushing and the force brought water inside.
The battle of our hour was getting long.
Backup people came to aid us was strong.
Rested they were to keep everyone with hope.
The people stopped the water with the strength of rope.
Heavy rain and loss of homes bring people together.
It is kind of sad that this was the only time to gather.
Chaos comes happiness how true.
This is why we are human that gives us a clue.
It is our nature to keep rain falling.
To know when it is time for our calling.
The winds bring such pain and sorrow.
That is why rain sometimes fallow.








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Daddy's Little Girl's

Every little girl needs her daddy 
to love her with gentlemanly charm.
To hold her tightly when she is afraid and keep her safe from harm.
Daddy have you ever wondered whose holding us now.

From pigtails and bubblegum,
to lipstick and high heels;
Daddy whose going to be their to hold our hand.
To help us mend our broken heart,
teach us that true love is real.

Daddy you never stop to wonder the day
you walked out on mom was the day you abandon us too. 

Now as we grow older whose going to teach us to dance in the living room,
Whose going to see us twirl.
Whose going to bid us goodnight
And tell us everything is going to be alright.

Daddy your actions were selfish your desires divide our home
Now daddy you no longer belong to us alone.
You forgot along the way that there is no love that equals that of daddy's Little Girls.

Daddy you once said you prayed
But along the way I think you forgot to ask God
To guard your heart and protect your family from your selfish wayward ways.

The day you married mom
The day you created us
You forgot you made a promise
To stand with us for better for worse

You promise to love us and watch us grow
Dad you failed us
You replaced us for ashes and clay
We were meant to be daddy's little girl's.


 


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I'm Not the Kind of Person God Wants Me to Be

I’m not the kind of person I need to be! There’s too many problems inside of me! I’m not the kind of person you’d want to know… I’ve too many worries and a troubled soul! I’m the kind of person who has a lot of stress! Lately, my life has been one big mess! I’m the kind of person who doesn’t have a friend. You listen to me now… But may never see me again! I’m the kind of person who’s gone through pain! I wake up some days, and don’t even know my name! I may not be the kind of person you’d want to be around. I may get discouraged, and “get you down.” I’m the kind of person who’s giving Jesus a chance… I know he loves me! Whatever the circumstance! I’m the kind of person who needs a lot of prayer! I know that God listens! And is always there! Please help me Jesus! That I may be set free! May it be your love that others will see! Thank you Jesus! For being my savior and friend! You’re someone that this person can always depend! I’m not the kind of person that Jesus wants me to be! That’s why I need more of HIM! And LESS of me! By Jim Pemberton


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Healing Can Only Happen When the Pain Is Gone

Healing Can Only happen,
 When the Pain is Gone!

Healing can only happen, when the pain
 and damage are gone!
It can only come about, when there’s
 no “lists” of wrongs!

People need to move ahead, and put all
 of the past behind them!
And seek God’s forgiveness, 
so his grace can find ‘em!

Too many carry a load of sorrow
 and grief that they can’t afford!
They need to bring everything to Jesus,
 and make him their LORD!

How can we experience healing,
 if the suffering is still there?
How will we ever be able to love others,
 and truly care?

May we all seek the kind of healing,
 that only Christ can bring!
May we allow him to remove
 all pain and suffering!

Jesus…  We need your healing now!  More than ever before!
It is your love that we must learn
 to treasure and adore!

Please come now and refresh us with your awesome love!
The sweetness of your Holy Spirit, is a gift from above!

Thank you God!  The pain is gone and the healing has come!
All praise, glory and honor to Jesus!
 God’s anointed son!

By Jim Pemberton   10/19/13


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Reminiscence

Prologue:
For whoever think story telling is that easy,
Would properly from this hilarious incident,
scene or whatever you might call it, would know is not.

                             *****************

Just some couple of months ago, I was invited
by a friend who knows me too well, back then in 
school as a funny guy and story teller and so he taught this
night, that his grand pa (who is a famous story teller 
of his village) had fall sick, I would be in a better position
to cover up for his father's so called responsibility
to his people. "For he (my friend's father, Williams) is a good story teller.
But what about me who has never faced 
the ample crowd with my 'cripple' tale unless sharing it with friends?" I mumbled.

In the middle of this enigma, my friend, John called me to the hot seat
to tell my tale to the unbearable crowd of adolescence. 

"God why am I here this day... But it shouldn't have been this day" I retorted.
The barbarian noise from the seats infront of me showed that truly I was 
in the middle of something and not lost...

"Uncle tell us a story!... Brother tell us a story!" the crowd shouted.

This day, I needed a free moment but they couldn't let me be.
"Once upon a time" they heard me said and they all resited.
" I am sorry, I am sorry let me restart it all over again".

Now in old man's voice, I told my tale before them:

"Once upon a time,
In our mothers' womb, when she
Ate, we ate. Goodnight!"

They all cannot but burst to laughter while I stood and walked to the room with my 
shame.
                                   
                                *****************

Anything after good night means nothing more till the next day.
Maybe I escaped the night by dissatisfying the emotions of those children,
in that scene, what about my friend? 
"Have I not brought shame to John's family? Did I do the 
right thing that full moon night?". My heart beats!

                               *****************

Epilogue:
Not even do the audience remember or care to ask me: (In kid's voice)
"What if my mother do not eat while in my pregnancy, what will happen to her?" or 
probably care to tell me: (Back to old man's voice) "What lesson they have derived from 
the tale before their departure... Oh! No sorry, my bashful departure from their sight." 

Note: The tale: "Once upon....Goodnight!" is a Haiku form of poetry.  
 














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Physically and Mentally Abuse

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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Growing In Years

He is my gentle seduction
that makes me lighter than air
he holds onto me firmly
so I won't up and disappear

Not that I don't love him
but in fact, I love him so dear
but remember, I told you, 
he makes me lighter than air

He has to be my angel
God sent me, I, unaware
for years I stopped dreaming
I guess out of lonely fear

But today, I woke from dreaming,with him kissing my ear
how perfect our love is, in our older years
enjoying those simpler things like cooking
fishing or just holding the other near

He is my handsome husband
the father of my children, our truest bliss
soon the grandfather to the symbol
of all these growing in loving years


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Love And Pricks

I Love the elderly so full of history I love my generation who kept me a mystery I love the children who's future, now bright for I have died for them to capture the light for i understand pain more than ever once I released it the anger got better as it went away from the people and into my music without a single reason to prove it without a reason to let Love's light in I didn't, it found me and lesser I sin God and my father both let me know it would all be okay so very long ago even tho the road would be full of pricks even back then I'd tell them you can all suck my dick. -Bj Fard


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The Glass Goddess

All around me
Great cities made of sand.
Green sky scrapers poke through the ground 
To thrive in life’s strict conditions
And melt away with the tide…

Great houses made of cards
Form lines, and tightrope walk existence,
Knowing that any moment, the wrong brick may fall
And buckle our world to its knees
As Mother Earth shouts Jenga! from the sidelines.

So while were here
We dance with the Glass Goddess 
Poised miles above reality,
Leaping over the heavens on our domino stilts-

We floor it in the sky
Living death in the fast lane, 
Seizing the day
Because any moment 
We could disappear 
Into



Jacob Reinhardt	
10/15/2013



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A real hero

                                                             A REAL HERO?
                                                          By: Synthia Miner

                  What does it take to be a hero?
  Being a single mother, keeping a family strong.
   or a single father, helping his daughter along.
  Maybe a soldier leaving his newly pregnant wife.
or making the ultimate sacrifice, to save only one life?

                  What makes a real hero?
      Knowing how to stop a drug lab or a bomb.
  or having the power to save a child gone wrong.
      Is it being able to help the hungry,
  or saving everything that’s been lonely.

                   How do we define a hero?
       Every way you look at it, people can say,
             heroes come naturally…. in a way,

       But; when you dig down deep,
          I see only one answer

           A real hero must have the will to live;
                 whether for him or her self,
      or everything and everyone one around them.
Heroes have the courage to stand up for what they believe in.

From this I say, that my Uncle Jason Mullholand is a real hero.
         He has fought for his life, not just to be alive,
                        but for raising his family.

                 So you see, heroes are hear everyday.
      It’s the soldier fighting for peace,
        and the mother battling cancer.
   And the kids you ignore hunting for food,
    Just to feed their always hungry siblings.

    A real hero values the life of everyone, 
     and charges with the courage of love.

To every hero out there 
Please keep up the fight for life!


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To Be

                  to be considered a poetess ~
          to be told by so many talented people here 
               This is a beautiful write , keep writing 
           I love the way you gracefully put the words together 
            
            To be the Mother of three amazing children 
                For my Daughter to tell me she is proud of me 
           for she thinks I write beautifully ~
           To be loved infinitely ..and for me to love in return 
 
            I was asked for my Autograph 3 times in a year  
                 I will not lie ...that was amazing !

            To be told " has anyone ever told you you're beautiful ?
               Well ..I didn't want you to forget ."
            to be called Yvetteishka ~
         
               to be entered in  ~The best compliment Contest ~











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Three Sisters

The first born sister was delivered by a bear, the master of the forest.  
Bestowed upon her by this master, was the spirit of courage and strength.  
Through legends and time, she learned many lessons of old, these helped to make her heart strong. 

She grew from a girl to a young woman with a soul old and wise.  
But her heart still was not whole.  
She was drawn to walk in the forest, where she thought she might find answers. 
 Alone that night in the forest, she looked up towards Father Sky. She summoned her courage and asked Him where she must go to become whole?  
Father Sky smiled, down on the First Sister, stars made bright by his delight, at the sight of the First Sister’s courage. 
He gave unto her a vision in the stars.
 Father Sky then lit the skies ablaze with stars showing her Regulus, The Little King , Leo the lion prowled the stars. 
Then He showed her the Goddess of Justice and Truth, Astraea.

A goddess from the stars, Astraea brought forward a Second Sister in line.
  Tipping her scales, full of dust from all things magic Astraea bequeathed the
 Second Sister with a heart full of justice and determination. 
This sister was streaked with light, her gypsy heart ready for any adventure. 
The road of adventure glittered, calling her into the forest.  
She looked above to the heavens and saw the stardust of Regulus, 
mesmerized by what she seen shimmering in the night sky she followed the path.

A Third sister was born, bound to the Second Sister, by Leo the Lion. 
 Although fair she was entrusted with the heart of the lion, the sign of the Leo. 
With pride she grew, loyal and caring for all those on her path and all in her past. 
Following the trail, she walked into the forest that night, guided by the lights of the Little King. 
She stayed steady and true along the trail, 
where the first and second sister had gone before her. 
The girl ahead streaked in light did not give her a fright,
 nor did she fear the roar of the spirit of the bear. 
She heard Father Sky call unto her to follow the dust of the stars to that meeting place.

As these three sisters made their journeys along the pathway, each guided by Father Sky, they came into a circle of light. They could each see themselves in one another, brought together by the lights of Regulus the Little King.


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Envy

A day in the country

I went to the country
To see my Bro's Land
I saw he had worked hard
His land looked so grand
For a second this envy
It tapped on my soul
But then I looked deeper
Saw things as a whole!

I looked at his features
All the lines on his face
Not character lines
Those lines that add grace
Just sad saggy lines
From worry and stress
There was naught in his manner
That read happiness.

I’m a loser to his type
I have no ambition
I live for today
He lives for his mission
But I have a smile
And a generous heart
While he, how I see him
Is a grumpy old fart.

10 August 2013 @ 1700hrs


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Fireflies

There were  fireflies in the garden
As I thought to my self  that day 
About the secrets families hold 
Are secrets never should  be told
As I was  young and not to old
I watched her cut her flesh

Not once but thirty times more  
I kept wondering why cut herself
I starred  at fireflies in the garden
As I thought back to this memory
Seemed like a dream to me at 2 am
And at the very young age of  ten

I watched the blood dripping from wrists
As they were yelling and screaming words 
Someone was not paying enough attention 
My mind kept trying to processes the scene  
At an age I should not be seeing all this 
  
Amongst the mixed messages swirling around
I thought about the fireflies outside the window
I was abruptly brought back to this dreadful scene
As I heard the dog cry out in pain as it was cut open
Only because she was there and in the way  
She was a miniature Doberman pincher named Tiny

There were so many words and accusations spit out 
It lasted a few hours but seemed the whole night 
So many secrets in this family never should be told
 Whenever I think back to this sad sad time 
I remember the fireflies that were in the garden      
I starred  at fireflies in the garden as I thought 
I want to get away from all this insane madness 
And fly free alongside the fireflies in the garden


Details | Narrative | |

Baby Mermaid

It was down on Bayou Rumpawpaw
where the self proclaimed semi-professional
fisherman Dub “Stinky” Crank first met
the lovely young mermaid by the name of Jewel.
She swam right up to Dub’s old rusty boat
and popped her head out of the water.
It was a fantastical sight to see
and I know this to be a natural fact
because I was there in the boat with him
when the whole dang shebang went down.
For good old bayou boy Dub it was
love at first sight despite him being drunk.
We didn’t have a very good day of fishing
that day which sort of teed me off at the time.
We only caught a few daggum goggle-eye
before the mermaid incident took place.
It worked out pretty darn good for Dub
and he is my very best friend so in
the long run I say heck the what.
After a short bayou soaked courtship
Dub and Jewel done went and got hitched.
I was best man that day and I have to admit
it was a very interesting but strange event.
The two had the love itch really big time
and nine months after the wedding gala
a baby mermaid came swimming into this world.
They named the little bayou beauty Coralee.
I told old Dub that those swimming lessons
we both took when we were young
would come in handy some day.
I still don’t know how the two did
the mating thing and it’s probably
best for my sanity if I never do.


Details | Free verse | |

Make him a soldier

Make him A Soldier


Make him a soldier 
so I won't cry anymore

Transform a boy to a man
 so he will stand...alone

 In the dark forest
 beaming 
as natural combustion of dusk in the sky 


Red blood running through our veins is the same
identical as if we share the same DNA 

And even as a child I couldn't deny how our hearts beat the same 

Rate pulse pace...boom 
it startled me
 but as I gaze in his eyes 
I felt a deep connection 
as if he knew me better than I knew myself
 
White
Our love is so pure and shall never be tampered 
and even if life tries to poison us 
we will always have each other 
pure love
 
Blue water
 a million miles away from me 
and as he travels from sea to sea 
I think of him daily 

I try to remember where we came from
 blue water 
shared space 
different times

 Blossomed from a tulip where our petals do not vary 
and the sepals seem to follow a course set to sail 


So I beg you 
Make him A soldier 
so I won't cry an ocean of tears 
Transform a boy to a man
so he will stand beside me in my darkest hour.
 Help me to raise my head 
when he is long gone from here 

When my fears are red 
 my soul turns blue 
let me remember the purity of us 
how I loved a my brother a man of red, white and blue!


Details | Ballad | |

A letter to my sister

loving sister
I write to you as a writer
know you are in school
Because you are still a big fool
Your being wise
wholly lies
On your book
that you should keenly look
open every page sister
read every text sister
Get that wisdom
Embrace that wisdom.

sister write every word
paint every picture
for those words
that picture
pictures your future
so don't sleep
for you might slip.

it is now 7 months
in your form three
I check at my wrist
my watch is ticking
click by click
time is whiled away
sister use every chance
exploit every minute
for you are worth
living this earth.

I have to say
that day
u got the accident
I realized you are a light
to several hearts
embrace that and shine
For you are a true NDHINE
you are the MARVELOUS GRIFFINS
Realize your potential
for you are exponential....

come next year
I want to praise you dear
I want to hear the people calling out
I want to hear the world shout
I want to see your parents Marvel
For they gave birth to Marvelous Marvelous.
May you live long and shine bright like white.


Details | Acrostic | |

Easter

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

                     ***Happy Easter Everyone***


Details | Rhyme | |

The Fear of the Lord Brings Wisdom

The Fear of the Lord Brings Wisdom!

The fear of the lord is the beginning of wisdom.
This is a helpful key to enter his kingdom!

This encourages a reverence
for his holy name!
Having God’s wisdom, can spare us,
 so much shame!

God loves and cares for us! 
 And listens when we pray!
Through his son Jesus, 
his love has been displayed!

He’s given to us his word,
 as a way to remind us…
We may get lost…  
But God’s love will find us!

Having a Godly fear, will nourish the soul!
Having his wisdom will help
 make us whole!

Won’t you seek the Lord?
While he may be found?
He can pick you up, when you feel
 you’re losing ground!

Come one and all! 
 All of heaven does proclaim…
Anything you need… 
 You can find in Jesus’ name!

Please, dear lord, bring your
 presence and love!
And guide us with your wisdom
 and spirit from above!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Limerick | |

Belated Regrets

Gina is a slim little gal.
She married a Wop named Sal.
Sal is a hit man for the mob.
He maims, he kills, he robs.
Gina rues the day she ever met Sal.


Details | Narrative | |

life choices

the father sees a neighbor
screaming with child as she runs
out the front door to shelter
he hustles his own to shelter
and turns to see other neighbors
with their two dogs come running behind

the shelter's too small to hold everyone,
the father says climb in but we can't fit the dogs 
the neighbors hesitate - then pull the dogs
back to their house as father shuts shelter door

in a few seconds jets and trains and 
bombs overhead shiver into steel and 
time stops or stretches to infinity
as flotsam shoots through cracks

father opens shelter door sure he will 
witness haunting fears he knows
and runs to the pile that was 
minutes ago, the neighbors house

throwing pieces of piles aside
he digs to the small space that 
two hundred and ten miles per hour
had enclosed to free friends and dogs

both men shudder at their fortunes
the father, immensely glad to not 
have to bear witness and grief,
the owner, who couldn't 
do that to his beloved dogs

© Goode Guy 2013-12-26

http://www.npr.org/2013/12/26/257255801/after-moores-f5-tornado-storm-shelter-interest-increases


Details | Acrostic | |

Captcha WHA6

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




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



Details | Free verse | |

Where The Next Dollar Will Come From

I'm worried where the next dollar will come from.
Will she ever arrive?
Will she ever show up?
But why am I worrying?
Stop it!
It's all in God's Great Hands!
It's all under God's control!
It's all within His plans!
It's all His
And He will provide
Because He is our Father!
He loves us!
It's all His!
Trust Him!
I know it's difficult;
He will not lead you wrong.
He knows where you need to go.
He knows what you need to endure.
It's all His plan.
It's all in His Hands!
Lay down your life;
Give the control.
He is in control!
Thank You Father!
Trust Him!
It will all be okay!
Trust Him!
Thank You God!
Thank You Jesus!
Thank You Holy Spirit!
I love You always!
I trust You always!
I trust You!
I trust You!
Yes, yes I do!
I trust You!
I love You!
Amen!


Details | List | |

Vaccine Recommendation

The following immunizations
Recommended for kids
10 to 12 years old
Help protect from dangerous diseases

Parents check
Immunization records
If missing 
These important shots

Tdap (tetanus diphtheria, pertussis)
Protects against 3 dangerous diseases
Required before 7th grade
Kids need 1 shot between ages 10-12 years

HPV (Human papilloma virus)
Requires 3 shots for full protection
First shot required between ages 9 or 12
A booster at age 16



Menningoccal
Protects against infections
Can cause brain and kidney damage
Preteens need 1 shot at age 11 or 12

Flu
Much serious than the common cold
Everyone needs to get the flu vaccine every year
Even young healthy kids

Chickenpox
More than just an itchy rash
Can cause Pneumonia or serious infections
Kids needs 2 shots

Talk to your doctor
About getting these vaccines
Be healthy
Protect yourself against these serious diseases

4132013


Details | Terza Rima | |

Trip to Delaware

Terza Rima Sonnet
aba, bcb, cdc, ded, ee

So much alike though we are twelve years apart
Different father same mother, we are twins 
Rebellious, beautiful with a selfless heart

The age nineteen her adulthood now begins 
Piercings, ear gauges, tattoos makes a statement
Life so far, inking the story on her skin

A trip to Europe, a week she could have spent
Instead, chose to come visit me for that week
We had a blast together, she seemed content 

She is young and I am nearly an antique
I am at the age where I must guide along
From my own experience I can critique 

 Before her visit we had gone way to long
She plans to move here, this is where she belongs.

Jared Pickett
4/6/2012 


Details | Carpe Diem | |

I

If its money I got its money ill keep. If its money I have its money ill weep. If its love that I give its love ill receive. For I am but no one who just see's beneath. Some say your only as strong as you feel, but how could we change..in a place that's so unreal. People are hearing but..not really hearing. Why is the world so blind. I keep on screaming and screaming and screaming for things to be revolutionized. I am just a small song in a world full of cries, laughter, tears and french-fries.


Details | Ballade | |

Those sweet little things

Those sweet little things

We’re sitting in the living room
The TV droning on
As I just sit there dreaming
Or write a little song
My lady she’s just sitting there
With a crossword or a game
An attentive look upon her face
It’s every night the same.

And yet, you know I worship it
All the time we spend together
One moment in her company
It could go on forever
All filled with peace and harmony
It’s the sweetest thing on Earth
Just sitting in that living room
It has, for me such worth.

Once I was a doubter
Of the very best things in life
My boredom caused much trouble
And gave me so much strife
But now I know it’s the little things
They’re what life’s all about
It took me such a long, long time
But now I’ve found this out.

23 July 2013 @ 1905hrs.


Details | Rhyme | |

Jesus Is the Best Thing That Happened to Me

Jesus Is the Best Thing That Happened to Me! Jesus is the best thing that happened to me! He loves me so much! It’s plain to see! Jesus has provided everything I need, to get tough! If it wasn’t for him… I don’t know what I’d do! Jesus has come, that I might life so abundantly! He’s given me all I need… Most assuredly! He does for me, what nothing in this world, could ever do! And completely understands, everything I go through! He brings his peace, hope and a blessed satisfaction! I can have fellowship with him! A “heavenly interaction!” He can restore what the enemy has stolen and taken away! He brings a true meaning! And has changed me today! I’m very thankful! For all that he’s provided! I’m going to live for him! This has already been decided! Thank you Jesus! My lord and my best friend! You’ve done so much for me! Over and over again! I praise your name! And want you to know… I’ll tell others of your goodness… Wherever I go! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Ballade | |

The soul of the Crab

The soul of the crab

Oh how she hides behind that shell
Lets no one see her feelings
She’s practical in everything
But those feelings have her reeling
She’s sensitive, and hurt easy
And her moods they be so many
And yet she has not one bad bone
Malice, she has not any.

She be the one for queen and country
Digs into history
She’s always loyal to her kin
She loves her family
She’ll protect them with her life
Don’t no one touch her man!!!
She has a brilliant memory
And she’ll get you when she can.

Her mother, she loves very much
But her children more than that
Wherever there be family
That’s where she would be at
And how she loves to entertain
And cook delicious food
And always she will be a mother
In her heart will be her brood

9 August 2013 @ 2000hrs.


Details | Free verse | |

The Bitter Truth

~Heart opens, Legs close~

If only 'lover' of nowadays could actualize 
What real love is and not that type they play second fiddle to.
If they could stand on their toes to solve relationship puzzles
By being rational in their approach (to it).
Then they would have found out
The true meaning of love
And would as well be able to 
Distinguish it between its counterfeit.

Real love is true love.

With love at first sight 
You can love more than once
And be heartbroken on several occasions.

Love is not sex and Sex is not love.
You can have sex and not necessarily be in love.
You can be in love and not necessarily engage in sex.

Using sex to manipulate a man will eventually fail,
Cos a man may hate you and still have sex with you.
It is self deception to think that 
Giving man sex will make him love you.

True love will never force you to engage in sex.
A man who doesn't love you,
Will not change his mind because of sex.

True love comes from the heart and is often unimaginable and unexplained.

If man tells you to prove your love by having sex with him,
You should know he is only using you as (may be one of) his toy.
And if he is attracted to you because of his titillating figure,
Sooner or later, 'better sex' will take him away from you.
Submitting yourself to him as his sex slave is a great mistake and an act of foolishness.

True love will never shame or degrade you.

If a man truly loves you, he will understand your feelings and will listen to you. 
He will respect and stand by you. 
He won't want you to get hurt
 And he will be ready to hold back his sexual desire
Until that holy night.

Be wise!

 For: Russell Sivey's "Enlightenment, hope and harmony" Contest.
23rd March, 2013


Details | Rhyme | |

America Is Being DESTROYED From Within

 

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


Details | Quatrain | |

Lifting Me Up

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


Details | Lyric | |

12 days of kiss-mas

On the 12th day of kiss-mass my true love sent to me
12 dirty undies
11 socks a stinking
10 shoes a humming
9 shirts for pressing
8 trousers 
7 days of take-out boxes
6 flagons of beer
5 D V D's
4 mischievous children
3 dozen wine bottles
2 ex partners
and an engagement ring under the tree


Details | Alliteration | |

I am a woman, not a woe-man

I am valuable but not worth any price
I am precious but far more than gold
I am productive but not for abuse
I can talk but not to be abused of talking
I am hardworking but not to be a slave
I am a wife but I am an individual too

I am a mother but I'm just human
I am strong but I get tired too, 
I am in flesh, so I need rest
I care but I value myselft first and foremost
I am kind but need kindness too
I listen but not to be lied to
I run the house but I deserve to run myself too

I am the help meet but I need support too
I understand but not to be misunderstood
I provide but I need to be provided for too
I run the kitchen but I need to run my self too
I am the housewife but I am a wife too, 
I am married, to my husband, not the house!
I love but I should not be taken for granted

I am weak but not to be raped, beated and scratched
I am submissive and obedient but not to be exercised power abuse on
I am a cheerful giver but not to be robbed
I am soft but not to have my blood squeezed out,
I am full of life but not to be taken away from me
Yes, I am a woman,
Created to live,
Not to be a woebegone!


Details | Concrete | |

Explode

                                                      I'
                                                   m
                                                    in
                                                   a
                                                    r-
                                              oom filled
                                          with psychedelic 
                                      machines.           Each 
                                  with a trigger about to blow
                                One look. One word. One hand
                              gesture. And their time is up. Ex-
                            plode! I try to say something kind...
                          something to mitigate...instead, "I'm
                          not going to listen to this crap." Am I
                            the monster they claim me to be? Is
                             my skin green? Are my eyes red? 
                                 Teeth clenched like rods on
                                         barred windows?  
                                            Time to...

                                        EXPLODE!  

                                                 
                            
                                               


Details | Epic | |

Kitchen

 
Years my father nostalgic for my mother.
She'd set the Shabbat table
Guess the white cloth the flu vegetable land
 Let the fine flour, put the meat
Put the tomatoes and garlic
She could cook.
It tasted feed came from us
And so would put us as cookies Yu Yu Tonisaiot
Sweet biscuits dipped in liquid dam
Rosewater would add my grandmother if she had been allowed to
But here in my mother would make the salads very thinly
To unite us at the Shabbat table.

I did not learn a foreign language parents
My parents speak their language changes
Request a sweet Polish father
Tunisian mature mother
And I did not learn of them a foreign language
Only Hebrew sucked mother that it was not her mother tongue
She spoke with her sisters in French
Arabic
Jewish and jargon that far.

In the kitchen I did not learn a foreign language
Only Hebrew


Details | Free verse | |

Men and the moonlight

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

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

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

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


Details | I do not know? | |

If Silence Was a Language

If Silence Was a Language

If silence was a language you could understand, 
You would hear me shouting, screaming, announcing for all to hear, 
‘I LOVE YOU!!!’

If silence was a language you could understand,
You would hear me praising you, declaring with each silent look,
‘I’m proud of you’, ‘I trust you’, ‘I believe in you.’

If silence was a language that you could understand,
You would hear me cheering you on, as with each new experience or season,
‘You can do this’, ‘You’ve got what it takes’, ‘I’m here if you need me.’

If silence was a language you were fluent in,
You’d catch the nuanced meaning, the subtle expression of respect,
Behind each silent day that goes by, so as not to distract with clumsy words.

But, just maybe, silence IS a language you can understand,
And you DO hear me, loving you, praising you, respecting you,
Trusting and believing in you, cheering you on and standing behind you.

Of course, silence is a language so often misunderstood or completely overlooked, 
Drowned out by the clamor of busy lives, of many words, 
Or whirling thoughts that make it hard to listen.

So, I risk a bit of repetition by stating plainly, in words that even I can understand,
That you are precious in my eyes, a jewel of great worth,
A daughter that makes me so very proud to be called your father. I love you!





Details | Prose | |

Soon

She has become
Like a thin Chinese tea cup
Placed upon a large rock
She has become… fragile
Afraid to go anywhere
Least she break

She sits outside
When the weather is clear
Reading the same book
She has read for many years
Painfully turning the pages
With crooked fingers

Occasionally
I see her smile
As the lines on her face
Seem to multiply ten fold
While she tries to remember
Why she is smiling

When the cooler weather
Dances around her
She wears a long soft scarf
Wrapped many times
Around her neck
To keep the cold away

Sometimes
She will ask me
"When will my friends
Be coming by?"
And I sit next to her
Hold her hand
And say to her
Soon Grandma… soon


Details | Free verse | |

Defined by Love

The way you feel
about me doesn't
define me. You will
not cause me to
re-think my
priorities or
examine my virtues.
You may love, like,
hate or be neutral
towards me, that is
your prerogative. Of
course I would
prefer to be looked
upon as good,
inspiring, or any of
the positive human
characteristics we
know of... but it's
not essential to me
if I am not. I
respect your opinion
either way. More
importantly, I
respect mine. In my
eyes I AM worthy of
love, friendship,
forgiveness,
empathy,
understanding,
praise, blessings,
God's Love and love
for myself and I can
only hope for
"genuine" to precede
all of these words
and their meaning. I
understand that
these things I need
in my life, and they
are also the essence
of me, my gift to
those who really
know me and love me,
who truly desire to
be a part me, not
just tolerate me or
see an opportunity
for achievement at
my expense. I have
come this far on a
road paved of my
blood, sweat and
tears and the
admission of my
faults that made it
so. Many lessons I
learned were harsh
but I managed to
proceed in the right
direction and it was
I who suffered and
bowed my head with
shame and it was I
who rose, anew,
forgiving and
forgiven, humbled
and eager to forge
ahead. And the few
that were with me
all the while, will
forever be a part of
me, we are one and I
acknowledge I would
not be where I am,
who I am this day,
without you. And I
will always love
you. It is my
ambition and honor
to give to you the
same beautiful,
selfless gift. I
walk with God, in
good company of
those that chose to
walk with me in this
amazing life's
journey. And that,
is all I need to
know as to what
defines me, as a
person, a blessed,
cherished soul,
grateful for every
single moment.


Details | Free verse | |

Watermarks of the time and tide - First part

Watermarks of the time and tide! (First part to abide by the word count)

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I was born as an innocent looking baby, as everyone always is!

Just a tiny cuddly body with a pure soul, with not much of wiz!

Then as a faltering toddler I started my slow and waddling walk!

With some more effort at finding words, I could get into small talk!

The real excitement began as I turned into an ever restless child!

My curiosity became insatiable and my imagination grew so wild!

I felt everything was possible to achieve, just as I wanted to do!

They would know I could work great wonders as soon as I grew!

I questioned everything they told and challenged the folks around!

To me all could have been discovered, but only if they had found!

When turbulent teens dawned on me, I'd a burst of immense vigor!

My mind got as sharp as a saber and I demanded proofs with rigor!

When I was told what's wise to do I asked to convince me why it's so!

Why should I walk all my life in a set rut, without moving too and fro?

After all anyone who had discovered anything had gone a new way!

Some of that was planned ahead, the rest of it was uncharted sway!

I had raging and unruly emotions of love, dislike, anger, and devotion!

I knew I'm the best and said so, though not intending self promotion!

I learnt so much more and faster than I ever could have done before!

I believed I am already a professor, not a freshman or a sophomore!

With my energy exceeding my mass, my desires exceeding my time!

I insisted everything I said or did had a coherent reason and rhyme!

Becoming an adult tampered me down, cooling off my red-hot zeal!

I realized life was a tough test for which like raw iron I must anneal!

With patience reigning in my outbursts and my wisdom getting ripe!

I realized my limitations and heard others' opinions without a gripe!

I accepted that whatever I had learned told me so little about world!

The boundaries of the unknown were boundless all said and heard!

I fell in love to last forever with my life partner and my true soulmate!

Not quite like the attractions before that had hovered by mental state!

The essence of life was revealed to me as giving more than receiving!

Standing by my loving family and dear friends, without ever deceiving!


Details | Free verse | |

My Time Has Come

My Time Has Come

My time is over here in this body
I am being called home as my work is done here
I hear my Lords voice calling me home
Although I know I will miss this old world 
With all that I have seen and done
All the People I have met and talked to
My body can go on no more for it has reached it’s time

Rev. Samuel Mack, OMS
Copyright 2013

http:paladinnews1.blogspot.com


Details | Free verse | |

In It-s Own Sweet Time

In It's Own Sweet Time

No matter what you try to do, a baby won’t walk till he’s ready to.
Say Mama and Papa all you want, but until their ready they just won’t talk.
You can tell them to do whatever you want, but until they listen nothing’s heard.
You want to go east and they want to go west, you’re not guiding them along. 
You’re taking their hands because they might, on their own wander off. 
But still, remember all will happen… in it’s own sweet time…

The myth they say is: when young, they’ll do whatever you want…
But that isn’t so… even then, they know what they want.
They’re not being cute as they bide their time to take off…
They don’t simply, await their teenage years for rebelling and trouble… 
They’re ready and able… it’s you that’s on cloud mastermind.
But you’ll soon discover that, it will all happen… in it’s own sweet time.

You think you have control and they listen so well, but they don’t. 
That’s why you hold their hands…as you go out the door.
In the teenage years they’ve just obtained more room to show you their minds.
Like when you allowed them to start to drive, and you say not to speed.
How many tickets did they acquire? How long before you fixed the car?
You See? Just remember, they’ll start to listen in their own sweet time.

Everything’s not lost and everything’s OK… children have always been that same way.
And they drive us crazy all through our lives, but we never give up on our love…
Cherish the years and all that they hold, for children are something greater than gold
You’ll love them throughout the years even when they, like us have grown old…
But again, some day you’ll discover that… in your own sweet time.



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A Wonderful Wife


The Lord brought to me a blessing in my life! He's blessed me with such a wonderful wife! Help me Lord to not be deceived by other things I see… May I continue to love the wife you gave to me! Help me to give her my undivided attention! And to give all of my love and affection! In my her, may I daily seek her inner beauty! And treat her like the finest diamond and ruby!


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The Ugliness Of Divorce


My parents taught me the Christian ways.
I was taught to obey what the Bible says.

I was proud of my parents!  I really was!
And loved them so much…  Just because!

They meant everything to me!  I was proud!
Until one day...  There appeared “a dark cloud.”

It was like a “darkness” hovered above.
Leaving their marriage empty of needed love!

Though they were together many years.
There were many cracks that soon appeared.

I say a once happy home soon destroyed.
Being with one another….  They no longer enjoyed!

How could this happen! I had wondered…
To see a happy marriage “totally plundered

As sin crept in...  And allowed to prevail.
Very soon this marriage simply failed.

May this be a warning for me and you…
That our commitment remains faithful and true!

If your marriage is heading toward separation…
Please seek God for a healing and restoration!

If your planning to have a divorce..
Jesus’ love can put it on the right course!

He can replace the brokenness and hurt within..
And can put your lives back together AGAIN!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Free verse | |

We Are All In This Together

We all have a story to tell.
Ups and downs,
Together, we've been through it all;
God has led us through it all.
Trust Him;
It's all for a reason.
All your pains,
All your struggles,
All your hurts-
They're all for a reason.
God has a bigger plan,
One we cannot see.
Trust Him and pray.
Remember,
We are all in this together.
Together, we have been through it all.
Ups and downs,
We are family-
Brothers and sisters in Christ.
We are friends.
Most importantly,
We are family.
Let's love one another like God loves us.
Let's help each other out
And help each other up with loving hands.
We are His children.
We are His servants
Together on His mission
To love, save, and change the world
For the better.
We are all in this together.
Listen to His praises ring;
Let's praise Him together.
Listen to sister Fantasia sing,
"Sometimes you gotta lose to win again."
Thank You Father!
Amen!


Details | I do not know? | |

Bonded for Eternity

The Love we share for one another 
Can never be broken 
We are bonded for Eternity 

We are not only bonded 
Through the eyes of God 
We are bonded through love 
We are bonded through marriage 
We are bonded through our son also 
We are bonded for Eternity 

We may not show our love to the public eye 
We may not show it to our families 
But the love is there behind the mask 
That we both carry 
We are bonded for Eternity 

We may say hurtful things to one another 
We may do hurtful things to one another 
But the love we share Can never be broken 
We are and always will be 
Bonded for all of Eternity


Details | Narrative | |

Vesper

Her eyes, though once bright, are cloudy,
Shrunken and fragile the form
That long was brimful of vigor
And a will to outlast life's storms.
She stares past a blank horizon
Through a door that I do not know;
The colors she sees are mem'ries,
Scents and sounds of the long ago.

A kaleidoscope of faces
Turns merry-go-round in her mind;
While trees out her window whisper
Soft lullabies long left behind.
The sound of my cheery greeting 
Draws her back to this metal room,
Away from a creaking rocker
And her mama's sweet, gentle croon.

If is not my name she whispers
As I bend down to kiss her cheek,
But a name more dear than ever
Mine was is the name that she speaks.
"Papa," the feeble voice quavers.
I'm no more a part of her world;
The grandma that soothed my sorrows
Is once again Papa's wee girl.


Details | Sijo | |

Writing in sand and stone

Writing "I love you" in the sand suggests that love is meant to fade,
That it can be washed away by life's periodic tides.
I suggest we write our love in stone, always carving it deeper.


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The man who cherished me

I wish I didn't stop to think,
about the man who cherished me.

My childhood so fun and fair,
I remember your cologne drifting in the air.

The days we went to the Space museums,
showing me pictures of your trips to new Zealand.

The greatness achieved when in the service,
giving lives a better purpose.

Just thinking of your voice is hard enough,
I wish that I could be more tough.

It hurts to think that now your gone,
Grandpa I just can't be strong.

That day in the rest home I hit my peak,
the fear so bad I couldn't speak.

I had to leave because I just cried,
and cried, and lost my chance to say goodbye.


I wish I could have let it out,
and now I have to live without.

I know your looking down and see,
this pathetic thing I've grown to be.

I just want to be like you,
but I could never amount to you.

Please help me through this pain I'm in,
and help me to feel alive again.

I miss you so much I just want to scream,
I hope you visit me in my dreams.

I love you Grandpa with all I have left,
there is not much there but shame and stress.

I want to honor you and become better,
find my peace, if I can ever.

I hope on day again I will see,
the man who truly cherished me.

I love you so much Grandpa and I am so so sorry.


Details | Quatrain | |

Enjoy This Place

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


Details | Quatrain | |

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."


Details | I do not know? | |

One Billion Rising

Today we rise.

No more hiding in the shadows,

of culture,
creed,
tradition.

No more silent complicity,

defensive arguments,
sickening pretences,
shabby excuses,

for the actions of men,

brutal and coarse and vulgar and obscene and murderous and abusive.

Today, we rise,

as one.

Today the change starts,

with me,
within me.

Today we rise.


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It use to be me

It use to be me
who lit up your eyes
It use to be me
Who told you goodnight
It use to be me
Who asked you to stay
And lay here beside me
Till I drift away
But now there's another 
Whose heart that you need
Who only needs grandma 
To comfort his weeps

It use to be me
Now, a son that's too old
To walk with your hand
When I feel all alone
It use to be me
Who ran to your arms
Now another has comfort
Safe from all harm
From a son I am grateful
What you've given my child
But it use to be me
Who brought you a smile
So I hope he remembers
What these memories mean
That it use to be me
But time never sleeps

Kevin D. Fix


Details | Ballad | |

In Youth-less Age

In Youth-less Age
 


Though gentle, hopeful drifts we brood,
but age our wont be kind enough,
in threescores is when life imbued,
will partial be the earthly stuff;
but you'll still be my fancy then,
when Suns shall be the Shallowest,
and dry as those days --my fingers, pen!
Diluting the persistent best;
then shall I my own mind bereave,
when servile times would near a close,
but will your eyes, mine still deceive,
that greater truth than life propose.
The understanding of our earth,
up till we stay, --the way shall give,
entwine when with a lovers mirth,
we not our age but more shall live;
there I shall be a part of you,
though life may still not worthy be,
but time the hearts as one does sew
and breeds the soul's eternity.
 
Soon ladies fine with auburn head,
in youth's subservience shall grow,
with shadows white and lips blood red,
to whom the haste --the world will owe;
but, by the words that reason frowns,
and those that cost if cared for less;
within the gardens, across all towns,
just you my dame this heart possess,
as your my gardens cherished fruit,
could time nor age do you wrong,
your grace can shift a hand from mute,
such do my rhymes to you belong,
and the words, claims that come to me,
be their center, and my days renew,
until the time this soul is free,
and life us quells, an end pursue;
the end of the sojourn we made,
shall love then still be intense more,
when breaths and sight move to a fade,
like youth, your age --I shall adore.
 
R.N.Khan, © 2012


Details | Sonnet | |

The Seasons Of Our Love

We met in Summer, though it felt like Spring.
It was a time for newly-born passions;
Never fearing what the future could bring,
But probably not ready for love’s seasons.
From passion we created a new life
To bind us then more closer together.
When we finally became man and wife, 
Maybe Summer would then last forever.
In our Autumn years, our sons have both grown.
It seems like the seasons all leave to fast.
I’m grateful for the years of love I’ve known,
And feel for you like I felt in Springs past.
There’s nothing to fear about growing old,
Except living alone in Winter’s cold.


Details | ABC | |

Girl Rising

A Young Beautiful girl with so much spirit in her to lift the soul

With blissful hopes to come she would become a queen they did not want

Many loved her beauty as a child but her step mother

Of a selfish dander king family did not like her at all

They wanted all but wrong for her and to lock her in a chamber with ash 
And dust that filled the air

Far away from society king wanted because they felt she was from rags in poor

Stead of riches and wealth a lonely child from the cottage where
The king’s witch of a sister raised her.

She became a slave scared to face the king’s wicked sister

She abide by what she was afraid to go
With a single tear she longed to be free and become
Something more than an average girl.
But a girl that rises up from the hate and dander rules set by one world

She wanted to be free to be loved and liked for what she believed in

As the days went on she grew stronger and rising from the pain in her heart
And by the twisted society by her step moms brother who wanted nothing 
But sorrow and to be down in the dumps of rags 

She took a stand for freedom a stand for love and never backed down
From her past she kept on fighting a battle which seemed endless

As she looked to the moon crying out with screams that echoed in the forest
Sounding so loud half a forest could hear

She took the dagger and the shield took it to her heart and utter words like these
          Lord of the sky’s guide me today and give me much more strength 
    Then I had yesterday and as my will to rise be ever strong may I not rest 
Till this dander evil king is no more

She went off and into the castle she snuck into with mighty dagger and shield with the heavens by her side she struck him out and proclaimed freedom and love to all this is a girl truly rising faith and all that stands for what’s right a brave girl that rises from hate
this is a girl rising up from the pain 


Poem story for contest( Girl Rising )
by brian otoole 8-05-13


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This Is The Love

Stand up and shake;
Feel the rhythm in your heart.
Ignite those pants;
We get up and dance.
God on our mind,
Eternity in our souls;
Feel the chills of those bones.
It's the hope.
Open those closed doors:
Into Heaven we go,
Welcomed and forgiven.
Here is the love;
Let's dance!


Details | Free verse | |

Money Or Value

Money is a Asset but to the demeanor can it be that of accessories

Money define days declined,

 Value raise quality potential of wanted items or is that of itch of 

 A better quality of life

Money define days declined,

But the question that tanks is the demonor of the structure of a social 

 Class-

To much of a demeanor what is the current of a dollar from where you    

 Are from-

Money define days declined,

Today i read a interesting artical about "basic income" or

  Universal income is it a lost voyage to mention 

  But of today as of fine wine of a barrel it was something to a less 

Mention

Money or value-

To insulted my intellgience is to insulted your intrigued

  Why much you feel so inferior-


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

HELP HER UP

written 2nd Aug 2013



This life is not as it should be
 pick up your wife, can't you see 

You're her husband, stand up!
 give her a reason, to again believe

She means 'everything'....to this family
 shutting the door leaving her totally... Alone

Do you actually know her at all...
 damaging her heart and soul, deep within it's cold

Loneliness consumes her, it's been so long
 it must be asked...do you still love her?

Are you willing to help her to her feet again?
 or shall you sit back and watch, as she see's the end

This is completely left for only you, her husband to declare
 how much does she really mean to you...do you still care?

Will you step up, or let her rot into total depression, you see it...
 Love and care, or death and dispirit

It's all up to you!
 Her loving husband, what will you do.....


Details | I do not know? | |

sibling Love

don't let me see you on my street 
or creepin through my window 
I immensely want your head hanging 
on my living room wall 

I plan to hunt you down very  soon 
So don't go making my chase easy 
I wish you were not a sibling of mine
I wish you weren't in my mind 

But your spying and childish games 
are grounds for me to go insane 
You must learn the hard way 
I really wish you would escape.


Details | Free verse | |

A Chance Encounter

A Chance Encounter A chance encounter the other day Got me chatting to a stranger Just for some time to pass away. He was very well groomed, very smart. Spoke well too, seemed a decent sort. I told him a little tale I had learned whilst at work. Outside a building that’s up for sale Close to the centre of the town A queue of people gathered. Old clothes, hand me downs. Inside people of good heart and souls Were behind tables long. And a kind of soup was poured into bowls. A slice of bread was added to each one poured. As the hungry-eyed came through the door. As each one passed a thank you was heard. Grateful for the meal today. A simple reply least we can do. All was silent no complaints from the poor. Till a young voice said, ‘Please Mummy I want more.’ I sat back in my chair waiting for a reply. The guy opposite gave a big sigh. He said, ‘Things were tough in those days Very hard for the poor in the Victorian Age. They were ignored, did not count, How could others treat them like that?’ No-one should be without the means I say, To feed and clothe their children today. I looked at him and shook my head. My dear friend you misunderstand The tale was not yesteryear or a foreign land. I visited a local food bank the day before last. And like you I was taken aback. Unless with my eyes I had seen, The myth about scroungers I would still believe. Some get the dregs, others get the cream. This is Great Britain in 2013. But the people of our Nation are strong In times of strife they speak as one. ‘We are mighty as Caesar, mighty as Rome.’ ‘ NI CARBORUNDUM BASTARDORUM’


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MEMORIES ON BRANCHES

(A tribute to my parents.. and their maple tree)

Blustery Autumn days
Rainbow hues dancing down from our maple tree
Time's past so fast it's just so hard to believe
Still see rope burned branches from yester years
How quickly now it seems our body's have aged
Can't think and do as we used to do
Remember how we'd laugh and rake from 8 till 2
Those pain free Saturdays are all too few
Like our seasoned maple our time's drawing near

(Chorus)
But what an amazing journey we've had
Yes, an incredible life we've had
Memories on branches not a single one bad
From our earliest days what a journey we've had

In Spring our family made
Six children blossomed into pure delights
Played under the branches till sunset brought night
Those happy sounds from our maple still ring clear

Then Summer's shade
Birds are singing where they want to go
Some family secrets only this maple knows
A trusted friend who won't talk but hears

Winter will soon invade
When love is still in Spring it's just not fair
Our maple will be dressed in snow but weak and so bare
Our hearts will be full, memories will bring warm tears...

(Chorus)
Oh, what an amazing journey we've had
Yes, an incredible life we've had
Memories on branches not a single one bad
From our earliest days what a journey we've had!

Sponsor: Gail Angel Doyle
Contest: Memories On Branches

Note: Used thoughts from my poem entitled "Autumn Days" but too radical of a shift to just submit it with differing titled.  Feel free to contrast the differences.


Details | Lay | |

INTRO: JAKE CASTLE OF THE BEAN PEOPLE

INTRO: JAKE CASTLE OF THE BEAN PEOPLE
INTRO A wonderful world it is contemplated Jake as he planted his seed to grow his beanstalk. He knew that this beanstalk would nourish many so he watched it grow. One day he awoke and the beanstalk was clearing the sky and he decided to climb it. Singing merrily to himself: “Oh, what wonderful day to play with your evolution. I planted this stalk of beans and its growing beyond my conception. So I shall climb it to discover has it evolved another wonderful world beyond.” Jake was foremost a positive thinker. He began to climb. DAY ONE OF JAKE’S ADVENTURE Jake climbed the beanstalk that day. He discovered that there was life formed beyond but he was afraid to adventure further and promised himself that he would build the courage to go the step afar. He knew that he had to be well prepared for his adventure so on his descent down the stalk he began to develop his plan for his journey to continue. As always, Jake began to sing: “Mm mm… The adventure I am about to partake could be quite dangerous; however, I must completely discover that place. I know that it may be my very last visit – the next – but I am going back to conquer it and that’s that.” Jake begins to instill belief in self. ___________________________________________________________|
3rd Place A Giorgio A. V. Contest! Become a fictitious character taken from a book (or movie)!


Details | I do not know? | |

You're There, I See You

I close my eyes in darkness
While the world lies down to sleep
As a father and a husband
My family’s mine to keep
Protect them? I am willing
I am always there on guard
But, when I’m not and far away
I trust You are, oh Lord

The rising sun of morning
Has my family’s eyes so wide
As the motor sounds of traffic
Fills the air that floats outside
And the people that are walking
Some are jogging, some just go
Makes me see, what truly is
And all I really need to know

God, You’re there… I see you

In the blue that reigns up in the sky
On the breath of clouds that float on by
The image of the homeless man
Who still offers up his time
As he asks not for, without doing first
So I give water to quench his thirst
To the flowers that grow in the park
And the trees that children climb

God, You’re there… I see you

While coming home at evening time
Knowing my family waits for me
I smile real wide as I walk along
So all the world can see
Maybe then they’ll see just what I see
And then take it on their way
With hopes that they will share a smile
And make better someone’s day

Now the sun has set, children tucked
With a kiss I gave to fall asleep
Standing at the door I see my wife
And I feel the love she gave to keep
I thank you Lord for all I have
For always seeing my family through
Because I know I couldn’t do this alone
That’s why I put my faith in You

God, You’re there… I see you

In the blue that reigns up in the sky
On the breath of clouds that float on by
The image of the homeless man
Who still offers up his time
As he asks not for, without doing first
So I give water to quench his thirst
To the flowers that grow in the park
And the trees that children climb

God, You’re there… I see you


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WHY ARE WE HERE

Copyright © 2012 
12/17/2012 
(A Purpose So Clear) 

Like children we fear 
  In secret a somber tear 

Like learning to walk 
 Babies listen to talk 

And reach for a hand 
  To help them stand 

This too, we all must do 
  By HIS Hand made anew 


by: LP


Details | Haiku | |

Unfunny Jokester

He yelled “Boo” real loud!
It was well after midnight!
She slapped him silly!


Details | Verse | |

TO SEEK KNOWLEDGE

TO SEEK KNOWLEDGE To thine own self be true. Why am I here? From where did I come? The mighty will fall. What is the measure of a man? What is a power struggle? I am an aftermath of Civil Rights time. What happen during Civil Rights time? What was the Civil Rights Movement? A fight for social justice is a fight against social injustice. Why am I here? From where did I come? ___________________________| Motif: Truth


Details | Free verse | |

Throwing Sand

Ludicrous childhood - 
It's a sweet, sun-drenched day at 
The beach with family!
Spunky and childish - 
Throwing sand everywhere...fun!
I aim at strangers ~x~
Craaaazy memories
I still remember Summer
And its beach wonders! 
Obnoxious laughter
Is heard as we step foot in 
Freezing, salt water...x.x
The beach is God's pool
It's like a playground - tides come
ROLLIN' IN...splashing!
We can't stay in one place
We're drifting away 
Into a phase of youth's bliss...
We can't keep a steady pace 
We're slippin' and fallin' and slidin'
But we wrap around our merriness 
We're swimmin' and playin' around
Without a single care 
We're playing
A game of 

/Truth/      /OR/      /Dare/







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Am I Really Happy

Am I Really Happy?

With everything I’ve acquired and got...
What kind of happiness has it brought?

With everything I have or can name...
Has it given me joy or brought me shame?

With all that this world can give me…
What kind of life “lies beneath me?”

With all of my possessions and wealth…
Do I have contentment and “true” wealth?

I want it to be known and wish to express…
I’m not so sure, I’m what you would call “blessed.”

There’s something I know to be certain.
Tomorrow could be life’s “final curtain.”

There’s something that’s been on my mind.
Have I given God just some of “my” time?

There’s one thing I’m going to do… And do it now!
I’m going to come to the Lord and humbly bow.

This is something I need to say and do...
Give it all to God!  And tell him;
 “I LOVE YOU!”

Something that I should have done already...
When Christ comes again…  I want to be ready!

God’s joy and happiness is true and very real!
The presence of God..,   I can already feel!

What God has given to me, no one can take away!
For he comforts me and is with me every day!

By Jim Pemberton   


Details | Limerick | |

Times Running Out

The days seem so much closer together now , It is hard to keep up. Months click by me like weeks . Is this my time running out.
 I seem to lose things more often then I remember annd sometimes I need help . Am I going to forget it all before my time runs out.
So many more soreness it seems and I am sleeping alot . Will I sleep my days away? 
My dreams are confusing to me , I sometimes am not sure what is dream and what is real . It wont matter cause my time has run out.
It's a wonderful thing this life we have , But it is much better when your time runs out. That' what this life's about. Flow with time and dont worry about time running out . 
Tac


Details | Free verse | |

LOST LOVE in Aussie slang

written 3rd Oct 2013



I was in love with the most lovable sheila
 but she did darn take off with me heeler

Overnight, she had packed their bags
 not just me dog, gone too with me scallywags

Left with just a simple note
 she had found a more loving bloke

Heartbroken to have lost them all
 I gave me mate Bluey a call

Together we drank more than just a slab
 ending up so hammered, he called us a cab

As the lonely days passed and tears filled me eyes
 by crikey it hit me, suddenly I came to realise

What a bloomin idiot, she deserved such love and respect
 every night boozin with me mates, my true love I did neglect

I'm gunna cut me drinkin and win her heart back
 fair dinkum fella's, you can flamin bet on that!


Details | Free verse | |

Gift Of Mortality

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


Details | Verse | |

We'll be

We'll be forever building gold mines
from scrap metal and taking
recycled energy to cosmic levels
through third eye

We'll go un-noticed until the heavens turn 
or if our chakras are not aligned 
constantly diverting negative thoughts 
through our meditative lights

We'll build a sandcastle from determination
and live life on the edge,
fulfilling divine order and witnessing creation,
living in the now and staying ahead

We'll tip the earth off it's axis
and trick subconscious mind states into submission
You can catch us in the wind transcending counter reactions
Bi-passing illusions of circumstances 

We'll have an abundance of the maximum
Enough love energy for all who attract our path
We'll be the ones in the light
asking for nothing in return but peace
at last


Details | Narrative | |

Familial Connections

Dad's youngest brother
is younger
than my brother:
Dad being the eldest
in his family,
my brother being
the eldest in mine.

Mother's sister
wed Dad's cousin.
Their offspring and I
are double cousins.

I crossed county lines
to choose a mate
totally unrelated.
 
Dream on.
Somewhere back there,
the name Pratt dangles
from both family trees.



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23 Lines Of Poetry About Me

My name is “Maryam”, the name of the Prophet Jesus’ mother.
Alhamdulillah I’m a wife of a medical doctor.
I was born in Saudi Arabia in nineteen eighty six.
The language I use, since birth, e’en with my parents is English.
Alhamdulillah with them I’ve traveled to many countries –
From Saudi Arabia, Qatar, the Egyptian pyramids,
Cool countries like England and France, Denmark and U. S. of A.
Indonesia, Singapore and Malaysia where we once planned to stay.
I believe in Allah, I always seek knowledge of Islam,
I love reading Islamic books and teach Islam when I can,
I too enjoy poetry –have been writing since my early teens.
Had a few writings published in a Saudi Fun Times magazine.
I’m friendly in general. I don’t start fights for no reason.
You can tell I dislike someone when I snub or avoid them.
I’m against suicide bombings, against all acts of injustice.
I love the Messenger Muhammad (SallAllahu ‘alaihi wa sallam) and all of God’s Prophets like Jesus and Moses.
I believe that silence is better than constant chit-chatting,
And that enjoining good deeds is better than simply sighing.
I believe that when someone is rude to you they’re just jealous,
And sticking to Islam and good manners is always a must.
If my friends from school were to see me they’d think I’ve changed so much –
Many things I’ve abandoned and wrongdoings my limbs once touched.
I am Maryam –a Muslim and a friend you can always trust.

© Mariam Mababaya.


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I Knew Someone Who Wanted to End It All

I Knew Someone Who Was Ready to “End It All!” I knew of someone who just wanted “to end it.” Giving up on life, and did not want to “defend it.” It was a heart wrenching and difficult situation. He said what he wanted to, with no explanation! I could see his face and the sad look in his eyes! What he was going to do next, was anyone’s surprise. He turned to drugs and encountered addictions. With this brought much disease and afflictions! He gave up on the wonderful family that was given. And turned to a pretty wild and crazy way of livin’! I told him about a God who loves him very deeply. As he listened, he began to grow restless and weary. I reached for his hand and began to pray for God’s power! It was a miracle! The blood of Jesus changed him that hour! The spirit of God brought healing and hope to his body! He was so excited! He rushed out to tell everybody! The “end” that he wanted, seemed to just fade away! For the son of the living God, changed him this day! The glory of God, and the power of Jesus’ resurrection… Changed him! And got him going in a NEW direction! He’s so thankful for the blood of Christ’ atonement! And is a different person now, because of that moment! This same Jesus loves and can do the same for YOU! Through the problems of life… He will see you through! By Jim Pemberton


Details | I do not know? | |

Divine Mercy Chaplet

We use a rosary to pray Chaplet of Divine Mercy For those who don’t know or love God To convert sinners, pray for them None of us deserves God’s forgiveness However Whenever we pray for His forgiveness, He does He loves us so much Many people in our world who are sad They think God will not forgive their sins They think He’s mean St. Faustina was born a special child She felt she has chosen to transmit the message of God’s mercy You can always see Him in the Tabernacle He is always there… We can offer our difficulties to God in reparation of sinners Those people who don’t love Him He appeared to St. Faustina’s cell Ordered her to paint an image she see And put below it “Jesus, I trust in You” Jesus desired for the image to be honored around the world Message of Divine Mercy is Jesus Christ Loves all of us This love was shown when God the Father sent His son to die in the cross for our sins God the Father is always ready to forgive us when we ask That’s why we should always confess to the same priest Because he knows us and give us advice God is offended when someone doesn’t love Him That person’s suffer because they don’t love Him J.


Details | Lyric | |

Drifting Mainly

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Free verse | |

Skin Deep

Achilles' heel 
You’re another day older
The world’s much colder
She…

It’s not your fault
They were taken 
Don’t blame yourself 
for God’s mistake
Is…

Her beauty reflects your own
Her life reflects your future
Chasing rabbits will get you there faster
Loss of faith will bring you there faster
Watching…

The ball drops
It’s clever to see
What happens to us
And here we are
Waiting…

Yes, 
Take the evil out of this
You’re stronger
She’s stronger and always,
Loving…


Details | Quatrain | |

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.


Details | I do not know? | |

teens life in Oakland

*A assignment was due in class. *

Every time a gun shoots
A tree looses its roots
Every time there is bloodshed
Along with it millions of tears are shed
Every time a heart is stabbed
Someone else’s life gets barren
As violence grows
Many more mothers moan
The sounds of destruction
Overpowers the voice of those
Who are innocent
Who suffer with no reason
Who beg for life
Who have heart full of innocence

Why do so much violence?
That the child’s cry cannot be heard
When his father is killed
Why do so much violence?
That a mother moans
Over her child’s dead remains
Why do so much violence
For winning any stupid battle
Which is taking lives
Of people who have wives
And mothers and children

When you can keep calm
Talk things out
Do whatever you can
To keep violence out
Because there is no sin as big as
VIOLENCE


Details | Free verse | |

The Road

Suspended in perpetual animation
There is a light at the end of the tunnel
From hours of travel though inches gained
Spewed forth from the bowels of existence I stand
Before me lies the road

Like a pond turned solid by Winters touch
The road is wide, flat, smooth
No encumbrances to impede the journey
Cautious at first, testing the consistency of life
The trek of life begins on the road

It is not so bright anymore
Feet shuffle along in a redundant pattern
Knees skinned and bruised
Rocks, underbrush, thorns and ruts
These are the things that now fill the road

Alas, a fork and a place to rest
Up to now the choices where clear
Through mired with pitfalls the ground was flat
No twists, no turns no looking back
Things are to change depending on the road

Left or right, the choice seems easy
The right is blessed by being clear
The left appears to be less traveled
Skulls, cross bones and signs beware
Love and pain are to gain on the road

I have been meant to suffer
Life and family has taught me that
The left road I must take
The pain of absence of love already aches
Perhaps life shall end on this fragment of the road

The hand of God has made passage impossible
Wind, rain, sleet and hail
Tear are my flesh and blur my eyes
Bloodied and raw fingers grasp into the unforgiving Earth
Clawing my way up the grade that is now the road


Shrouded in disappointment and failure
I succumb to life’s journey
It is simply too hard without family and love
Face down the struggle ends
I release my grasp and begin the last leg of the road

Where is the bottom? Why have I not hit?
I quit, I have no more to give
Yet suspended like where it all began
What forces dare to interfere with the plan
For what reason to I remain on the road

It is not I that continues the struggle
Through slits of clarity wiped clear from tears
The vision comes into focus
There is one who feels I am worth the effort
It is my brother who holds me on the road

You are not a brother, blood of blood
Nay, you are a brother by choice
A man through unconditional love and conviction
Has purged the darkness, sorrow and despair
Saving my life and my soul, I am still here on the road

I have no tangible means of payment
Gifts and idle trinkets could never tender the amount I owe
The love I have and the embraces of family
It is what was given to me because I went left
The wounds healed and voids filled because of the road

Today the day is bright
Warmth surpassed only by the glow of love
Shoulder to shoulder and heart to heart
Life is worth living and good again
Because of our travels down the roa


Details | Rhyme | |

Fight The Demons Diet

It was that time again to empty once more,
I was on my Knees on the bathroom floor.
Putting tissue down the Loo making sure nothing stayed afloat,
Then I slid my fingers down deep inside my sore throat.

Trying not to make a sound, Making sure no sick hit the ground,
And even though the taste was so vile I needed to empty till there was no more bile.
I had to be quick but the release felt great,
No-one understood me but I believed this was my fate.

Staring at my reflection, tears would roll down my cheek,
I'd hear the torments in my mind saying how I was such a freak.
The Demons they would say "Look at the state of you, 
You are disgusting ,You are a mess, No-one could ever love you".

When looking in a mirror at my body I would cringe,
Then turning desperately to the fridge I'd begin again to Binge.
I would eat so much till I was about to pop,
One more trip to the Loo then I promised myself I would stop.

I'd wish people would leave me be, They just didn't get that....
I had eaten too many calories and I was sick of being Fat!
So I had taken control of my diet, Obsessed with weight and measure,
Punishing myself after every treat, Desserts were no longer a Pleasure.

Over time people started talking about how I had become so thin,
So I pulled the curtains closed and I locked myself in.
Hiding myself away from neighbouring abuse,
I stopped all contact, I became a recluse.

Then a visit from my mother my Angel, who Id avoided for awhile,
Came knocking at my door, Arms open,
Oh I had missed her warming smile.  

I looked into my mothers eyes as she turned to me and sighed
"Oh sweetheart what has happened to you,
Your hair is falling out and your bones are showing through".
She placed her arms around me feeling my frail torso".
Then whispered to me gently " Please let your Demons go",
"Everything you are doing is damaging your health",
"You're deteriorating into of me, You're slowly killing yourself".

Turning away she began to cry,
Wiping away the tears falling from her eyes.
She told me how she lost her best friend to the very deadly disease.
I wrapped my arms around her, Comforting her as she grieves.

Seeing the hurt upon my mothers face,
The heartache I was causing her, The shame and the disgrace.
"Mum" I said "I will fight my Demons and make myself strong",
"I realise now what Ive been doing Is dangerous and wrong".
"Getting back to full health will take a long long time,
But with you and my family and friends I know Im gonna be just fine".

So Here I am Today at this Time and on this Date.
I am Making my Illness History and re-creating my fate.
Big Thankyou to my family and friends for all of your support.
I know now time is too precious to waste and our life on Earth is short.x


Details | Tanka | |

arthritis

     arthritis
relentlessly marking 
     time
my mother taught me
to keep my hands busy


Details | Blank verse | |

words words words

words words words 
and more words
separated by 
space and time
commas
dots
dashes 
silences and breaths
spoken and written
make as we go
to give meaning to all
the truth
and 
the lies


Details | I do not know? | |

A Letter to Society

I know you only want what’s best for me; I know you only want to help me 
make a great name for myself, but can’t you see I am suffocating under your 
help? I went to college to pursue this great passion of mine, and I can’t wait 
to make a career out of it, yet, this one passion, this one experience-it is not 
who I am as a whole. Thank you for your interest in when I am graduating, in 
your interest in where I want to apply for a job and how I go about getting 
that job, but I am so much more than that. I am a complex human being 
made up of many talents, interests, and passions-this career of mine just 
being one. Dear friends, please, let us discuss something other than 
homework and those that have just got engaged. Dear family, please see me 
as a human and not a robot on an assembly line that you decide the parts to 
go on. I am galaxies, not one atom. Dear everyone else, you are suffocating 
the life out of my passion before I even get to pursue it. 

Please stop asking me where I want to apply for jobs and “settle down”. 
Please stop asking me why I’m single. Please stop telling me to get a job close 
to home, because it is MY life, not yours. Please see that I have other 
interests, passions, and hobbies that make up who I am as a human being. 



Sincerely,

Every college kid, ever. 


Details | I do not know? | |

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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Anwnn

Coming from the misty lake Lough Leane
Came a beautiful maiden of the name of Niamh
Upon a mare, for she is not from the world of man
A seraphic princess from Anwnn
Upon the shores she claimed around his kin
"I have came for Oisin son of Finn"
"Maiden you come to me so alluringly 
I am he, if we marry for all eternity!"

And so he rode upon her horse to the secrets of Anwnn
For he and she, they'd be happy for all eternity 

Come with me to Anwnn
I am she, your queen Niamh
I have come for you Oisin, son of Finn
Don't leave me or you'll see 
The age of man
The age of man
The age of man


Details | ABC | |

HAPPY MARRIAGE

I HAVE BEEN MARRIED FOR FIFTY YEARS,
BUT IT SEEMS I JUST MARRIED LAST YEAR.
FIFTY YEARS MIGHT SEEM LIKE A LONG TIME.
BUT SUMMER NEVER SEEM TO LAST A LONG TIME.
THERE IS NOTHING THAT BRINGS SO MUCH HAPPINESS IN MARRIAGE.
AS THE THINGS YOU DENY YOURSELF FOR THE SAKE OF YOUR MARRIAGE.

NEVER EXPECT YOUR MARRIAGE TO BE ALL ABOUT LOVE.
FOR MANY A MARRIAGE HAVE CRASHED BECAUSE OF THE OTHER LOVER.
A PESKY BUTTERFLY MAY PERCH ON YOUR BEAUTIFUL ROSE.
EVEN THOUGH THE GARDEN IS FULL OF OTHER LONELY ROSES.
THERE ARE MANY THINGS YOU CANNOT CONTROL IN YOUR MARRIAGE.
BUT TRUST IN GOD CAN DO WONDERS FOR YOUR MARRIAGE.


THERE IS NOTHING LIKE A HAPPY MARRIAGE.
BUT THERE ARE MANY PEOPLE HAPPY IN THEIR MARRIAGE.
HAPPINESS HAVE NEVER WON ANY WAR.
IT IS SWEAT AND BLOOD THAT WINS WAR.
THEREFORE  START EVERY DAY WITH A PRAYER TO GOD.
FOR YOU CAN NEVER WIN ANY WAR WITHOUT GOD.

                                      CHRIS NWIGWE


Details | Quatrain | |

In Heartwood Forrest

Subtle comes the mourning
In light laced with night
Like concentric circles forming
In the Forrest's biography of life

For children grow in truth like trees
It's lesson is wisdom's offering
Spiral layer of night and day
Concealed an annual weathering

In heartwood forest you were raised
By its protection you survived
Though it is dead this central wood
At your core does it reside

Tiny saplings like newborn cries
Sunlight tapping your tender leaves
Tears turned sugar transformed you thrive
For the sweet lifeblood you need

When something dies it's natural
Of sorrow to be prone
I'll follow the path of your tears your anchor
Through the storm I'll not leave you alone

For I am your taproot in rocky soil
I'll hold you secure as you grow
Take your tears and turn them sugar
Photosynthesis of life to bestow

Your Daddy was your heartwood
I know you mourn at his stone
Though Mommies leaves dawn new colors
I'll teach you to grow your own 

For when he died your sapwood 
With tears like resin filled
For from his bedded seed you came
A new tree with heartwood instilled

Under my branches my son you are planted
And Daddy's new home is our sky
Together we will shade you and light your way
Stretching my roots to hold yours while you cry

Someday when life's rings they gather
Hidden under your fortress of bark
You'll know the storms I too have weathered 
In this silent breaking of my heart




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 | Blank verse | |

Your Wedding

This is your day in the sun, Your day of triumph, Of commitment, Of promise and intention, Of New Beginnings, The end of loneliness. This is the new foundation, The plying together of bricks and mortar The bricks to give colour and shape, The mortar to give structure and soundness, So that together you are an impregnable fortress With doors of heartfelt love, Windows of vision, Rooms of peace and generousity, Furnishings of service and beauty, And a garden of sweet memories to grow. I wish you success at every turn, Joy on every path, Delight in all the little things of life, Deeply rooted and vigorously sprouting shoots of loyalty and love Nurtured on the fertiliser of experience and wisdom, And LONG LIFE TOGETHER!


Details | Verse | |

A Child Is Born

A CHILD is born, a robber is born, a destroyer
Where shall we shelter him
What shall we put out of sight from him
What shall we instruct him
Man is what he chooses to be
A child should train good morals
Children will learn by mitigation
Use good words in their presence
Practice love
Let him watch and learn
A child born is trained good morals
And when he is a man he makes a choice
What he says he has heard it home
As you do for your ancestors
Your children will do for you
Give child wisdom
Use good words in their presence
Give them what they ought to have
Teach them love
Demonstrate to them love
Put into practice love
A child should train good morals
A child brought up where there is always dancing
Cannot fail to dance


Details | Quatrain | |

Step-Mom

My step-mom brought her stuff today.
It really made me mad.
She moved right in and changed the house.
She even changed my Dad.
She makes my bacon way too crisp.
She tries to fix my hair.
And when she shops for nail polish,
She buys enough to share.
To make it worse, she brought her cat
It hides beneath my bed. 
And then she made me go with her
To a hill where we could sled.
My step-mom' isn't like me
and there are different rules,
But just between the two of us
My step-mom's kinda cool.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Reflections Of You

When walking a path that you wish to take
A memory of love that never was a mistake
Holding hands with the most of caring person
Gave a virtue of different emotions and lesson
Now you share and grow to care for another
And you have created a family with no other
It shows through generations that you have virtue 
Of whom you shared your love and faith in is true
The image of both of you comes to make a new
A new creation of a reflection of you


Details | Rhyme | |

I dont want to think about that

So what if i smoke, who does it hurt?
Why do you care what plant i choose to grow from the dirt?
I just want to laugh again,
I i just want to smile again,
Smile for something other then a family photo.
This is my crutch, this is how i cope..
This is how i tell my self that there is still hope, It could be my only hope.
My obi-wan-kanobi, the only one who knows me.
I don't know if your my savior but do believe your close,
you keep me laughing, you keep me off a rope.
mother why can't you see! 
This is so much more then dope!
It leaves a sour taste now because I know you don't approve,
there is so much worse things that i could use and abuse,
Don't you remember my friend Dillon? Don't you remember the news?
I knew he was getting into bad Sh*t but i just ignored the clues..
but f*ck, i don't want to think about that....
F*CK! I DON'T WANT TO THINK ABOUT THAT!
Maybe if i smoke this it will somehow bring him back..


Details | Narrative | |

Covenant House Prayer


Lord God,

All people have problems and troubles in the world.
Provide children someone to love and be loved,
Help them have someone to walk with as far as they wish.
Give them wisdom or understanding and knowledge to do what is right and what is wrong.

Help children have strength and courage to face their oppressors who tease and bully them
Those who gather socialize and trade their images
Children who are being rape and abuse
Enlighten people to realize their horrifying acts

Please help children choose the right decisions to the things that happens
Help the children's attitude towards people.
Give them fortitude or strength to hope for their brighter future
Help them reach their teenage years in peace

Give them courage to face their trials,
Perseverance to strive hard to reach their best and be successful
Help them have Patience and Tolerance when dealing with hardships
Comfort them mentally and physically to be calm.

We ask this through Your Son, Fr. Christ
Who lives and reigns with You forever and ever.  

  Amen  


Details | Verse | |

Confession

The fox gnaws flaking muscle
From speechless rabbit, cold
In mind and body. Men shiver
As bodies dry, spat from river.

Rings of globes circle hands
Of the thoughtless, so beaten
From paths to be told of Him, 
Waiting until eyes grow dim.

Walking among us is plague,
Standing above us is but love,
These winds will claw our youth
While faith entraps this truth.

Winter comes but we survive,
Breath and bones, colonies thrive.


Details | Free verse | |

How Will I

__A Holy Matrimony__

How will I say goodbye 
To this body,
This body that always
Feels my needs.
How will I detach myself
From this beauty,
This beauty that always
Put me in mind.
How will I pay this kindred,
This kindred that is always
By my side.
How will I tell the news
To this beauty,
This beauty that, 
'I am in love with her.'

How will I explain
Myself to mother
To mother that
I have found for her
A woman.
How will this new beauty
Not affect my relationship,
My cordial relationship with 
My mother.

Sure mother will receive 
This new beauty.
And if she does,
How won’t she,
This new beauty
Take my mum
From me.
Won’t there be grudge
Between me and my damsel.

Am I jealous or what?

I can't bid both goodbye.
My mum can say 'safe journey' to me
As I can say 'thank you' to her.
My fiancee will not want to hurt me
My mom won’t want to hurt my home
She will love my mom
For her benign character and love.
Together our families
(Mine and hers)
Will be united
As one big nation.
 






Details | Ballad | |

Midlife

Midlife Crisis, or so they say
They call it this when grown men play

They buy shiny cars and fly in planes
They chase young women to dull their pangs

They hang in packs and tell their lies
And find no truth in empty eyes

They take great voyages to find the truth
Yet no one gets wet in the fountain of youth

They color hair and wrinkle not
But time comes forth, although not sought

And Time, my friend, is an unbeaten foe
Rolling you over in its under-toe

The battle lost, they bow their heads
Father time sets the hour glass next to their beds

And in the end , they remember this
That time well spent is time of bliss


Details | Ballad | |

thinking like a man


I sat down and asked
my self this
question
this question that
really got my
attention
This question that
made me wonder my
purpose
I'm I getting myself
into a fuss
For days and months
pass
now I am 20 years
I'm yet to confirm
my fears
for in the next 5 or
ten years
I will be a parent
and a father
My children will
need a true mother
I'm I setting the
right environment
a free environment
that will never
torment
a free environment
where my children
will call home
a free environment
with a woman my
children will call
mum
I'm I setting that
right environment?

Many mistakes I have
done in the past
still there is time
to shake off this
dust
All is not lost
for now I have
gathered wisdom
along
and as I write this
song
I seek forgiveness
from all I did wrong
for I have to set
that environment
a peaceful
environment that
will never torment
an environment where
my children will
call home.

I have met different
people
some being GIGO
(gabbage in gabbage
out)
some with the wisdom
to run a kingdom
I did my analysis
then did some
synthesis
I took the best
I accommodated the
worst
for I had to know
good and bad
I need to set that
environment
that right
environment that
will never torment
that right
environment my
children will call
home.

my continuity
is my dignity
seeing my own blood
grow
see their life flow
see them mature
like a rose flower
see them marry and
give birth
see them live a life
of great worth
so I have to set
that environmet
that will never
torment
an environment they
will call home.


Details | Rhyme | |

Yes or No

I was flattered by the letter
                      Mailed by this august sister
I was lured by those beautiful flowers
                     She sent to me in summer

Soon I welcomed her idea 
Of renting a new apartment
I blindly fall in love
Within a sinister engagement

I loved her when she grin
May be that's not a spell
I loved her to her toes
The meaning, I couldn't tell

She succeeded luring me far
And we both lived as one
Soon I noticed something
Every night she loved being alone

I was still madly in love
And so I couldn't say no
For love I reminded myself
Is about Yes or No

Many months of loneliness night
In the mood still alone
Until the next day we should see
And she would stand on her own.

And I would ask if she enjoyed her night
And she would tell me she did
And I would ask what about this night
And she would say is yours indeed

Three years of tolerance
No 'Mummy' or 'daddy' called
Of course, it was the same
When no land was ever tilled

Her beauty upon my face
A charm that drew me near
But she failed me when she resisted it
For more than three years

Families are there at home but I submitted to her brow
And we eloped far away from our roots
Now we landed north for more than a three
And no harvest since seeds she denied us to root
          
                     I can't face it any more
There is a need to tour
                     If she won't tell me her past
Then I have to act fast
                     I have to seize the day
And strategize a new way
                     Only her utterances will sway
What will be the next day


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What's Happening to Marriages Today

What’s Happening to Marriages Today?

I was listening to someone just the other day…
And I couldn’t believe what he had to say!

He had left his wife and children for another!
She was young enough to be his daughter!

Here they were, “in love” and holding hands!
Hoping to soon, get their “wedding bands!”

They were pretending that this was so “cool.”
Living now by their own “set of rules!”

How sick and disgusting this is getting to be!
Is this something that many can’t see?

God gave us Adam and Eve to become one.
To bear fruit through daughters and sons!

He gave us marriage as holy vows are made.
Not to march in an “adulterous parade!”

We are treading on very dangerous ground!
Faithfulness and commitment 
are scarcely found!

The very definition of marriage is changing!
As the family unit is always rearranging!

Our only hope is in Jesus!  And him alone!
Let’s promote his love! Into our hearts and home!

Let’s allow his love to be our heart’s glue!
And bring new meaning to the words; “I love you!”

May his love bind our hearts and lives together!
And remain faithful to each other forever!

By Jim Pemberton    


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Seasoned Child

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


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True Love Can't Be Made, Bought or Traded

Many call making love, from a physical reaction. As many try to find a loving satisfaction! True love can’t be bought, paid, or traded This is something that shouldn’t be debated! True love is from God, and freely given! His love can change the way you’re livin’! Only God’s love can cleanse the heart from sin! And bring true satisfaction deep within! If it’s “cheap love,” you seek… You can find it! But you’ll end up empty, hurt and blinded! If it’s true love you want. Look no more! Jesus is here... Knocking at your heart’s door! Won’t you let him in? And let his love touch you? He wants to do this. Because he really loves you! He loves you so much, he bled and died! In him, you can be made whole and sanctified! Won’t you accept the love he freely gives? It will bless you each day that you live! By Jim Pemberton


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SILENCE BESTILLS THE NIGHT

written 20th may 2013



As the world shuts down
 lavish ladies put on their gown

Rest comes, as they comb their hair
 while others, fight the midnight air

All living lives, they had exactly detailed
 not a thought goes out, to those who failed

Homeless man...where was his fall?
 can any of you see or care, that no one heard his call

One moment...one tiny second, it's lost
 the next one to fall....could be anyone's cost

Be wise, and look to the skies
 for he is the one, you need to recognise!


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Nakusa

She stands there, 
silently, 
as the khols
and taals
begin
to play.
If money had afforded, 
they would have found the
wrong chromosome.
Pat silk
Sitipati
Bangles
ornate
heads
fingers
feet
and she
begins
to sway.
Maatsya, 
the fish, 
life begins.
famished cries
unheeded, 
A crumpled woman, 
abandoned child.
Now she is the tortois
lifting herself
from the milky sap
of oleander, 
castor oil.
Bending, 
fingers spread, 
She gazes, 
smiling, 
sorrowful.
fearful.
Varaha- 
the boar.
She pulls
herself up
fingers dancing, 
feet stamping.
Narasimha
She overcomes.
She stands.
She spins.
Dowry.
Her worth measured
and found
insufficient.
Threats.
Shame.
A marriage worth
a decade of work.
She squats, 
Steps.
Vaman, 
The dwarf.
Her eyebrows lower.
Her lips pout.
Gazing off into
some far distance, 
she runs, 
stops.
Turns.
Returns.
She lifts her axe.
Parashuram
She sweeps her arms.
She holds her head high.
Her eyes twinkle
and she is free.
Shaking her finger, 
she sits
and takes up
her baby in her arms.
Rama.
She strikes the floor
right to left
bending
stretching
Head.
Neck.upraised foot.
A boy.
Joy.
Honor.
Pride.
She joins
her hands
and slides them
down
before
her eyes.
Before
her heart.
Lifting her finger
she philosophies, 
teaches, 
trains.
She lifts
her child.
He walks.
He runs.
She stirs.
She waits.
Her eyes
shift
from left to right.
Looking up, 
she lifts
her arms
open
inviting
above her head.
She rolls
her neck
and cradles
her womb.
A needle stick.
A girl.
Nakusa.
She falls to the ground
and she
cries.


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Beautiful Children

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


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A Kaleidoscope

A kaleidoscope, a mixture of colors and light
So hard to describe so hard to write
Just like a life just like mine
Here is mine my time to shine

The colors change just like time
A life goes on to hit its prime
No matter what it keeps on changing
Just like life keeps on arranging

My story begins at age six
When life was suddenly no easy fix
The Kaleidoscope began to turn
And its center began to churn

My father left our family home
He left alone to go and roam
Suddenly the Kaleidoscope went dark
Even now it’s left its mark

It remained unturned for about two years
And the movement became quite severe
My Mother moved away from home 
To improve her new teaching career

The shades of blue came into play
As most of my family had passed away
My mother was strong and held my hand
Even though nothing had gone as planned

My family will always be in my heart
Those small blue beads will play their part
At that time I was almost nine
I pretended that I was just fine

The colors changed from blue to red
I went on with almost no dread
At age eleven I moved once more
I moved again to the California core

I spent the next year in shades of green
All the kids were just too mean
I went to Junior and then Senior High
Then it was time to say goodbye

The Kaleidoscope turned and made a painting
My life became very entertaining
That’s when I met you for the first time
My hope and happiness began to climb

But My Father turned my Kaleidoscope for me
And I asked and cried my pitiful plea
On the weekends the kaleidoscope turns black
With nothing there to change it back

There are ups and downs, lights and darks
With many blond moments and smart remarks
My life will always be turning fast
Even so I have time to look back at my past

If I remember one thing it is that
My life was nothing like combat
But I still fought wars of my own
Without them my world would still be unknown

There is nothing quite like a kaleidoscope
It’s a symbol of change and hope
I like to think my life is like this
So look back and reminisce

Look back at your thoughts and dreams
But remember nothing is as it seems
The Kaleidoscope will turn to show your past
What was boring and what was a blast

Mine shows everything you’ve done for me
You showed me how fun life can be
You made my life what it is now
To this day I still wonder how

Thank you for turning my Kaleidoscope
And giving me strength and the power to cope
You made my life a beautiful rainbow
You deserve more than you will ever know


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My Mask

It hurts all the time
This pain in me never stops
I want to cry for you
I want to scream for you
I want to beg for you
I want you to be here
This cant be fair
This cant be real

But I smile and I laugh
I get up every morning to go to work
Throw on a happy face and make some jokes
I come home and enjoy my day
I have fun
And I continue on
But I’m so hurt
I’m so lost

Seeing you in there killed me
I could never get the phone call out my head
The screams from my mom
The walk up there to see if it was true
But most of all I wont forget you
In the casket
Touching your hand
You were so cold
You didn’t belong there
Seeing you go into the ground
Seeing them fall apart
Feeling my heart break into pieces
When all I could do is scream
I will never forget that day

And every time I smile I want to cry
Every time I laugh I want to cry
Every time I think I want to cry
Every breath I take takes a little bit out of me
Because I want to cry

I want this to not be real
I want to had spend more time with you
I want to hug you
Laugh with you 
Tell you I love you
That I was always there
That I am still always here

I am so broken
But I continue on with life

Because God took you and not me
He wanted me here for a reason
So ill continue on for
You
I will laugh
And smile
And pretend
Anything to make it to the end
To see you

I miss you just isn’t enough
It doesn’t mean enough


What heals a broken heart?
Time they say

But time wont bring you back
So my heart stays broken
As I pretend to smile

I miss you
I miss you
I miss you


As I’m falling apart

My mask then goes on



RIP Bebo... 17 was to young


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My Choice

They say to be true to yourself
They say you're so beautiful 
They say you're so bright
        "Just be you"....

But you know it's just how they tell you what you're expected to be. 

They say it with a dash of don't disappoint us
With a hint of be better
And a pinch of try harder in their tone

I'm supposed to be a smart, pretty and well behaved young woman
But I'm tired of the confusing orders

I'm putting an end to this ongoing war
These words are my treaty
No line to sign
No agreement or compromise 

Just read and try to understand 
I'm sorry to let you down
But I don't plan on living in the chains of your desires anymore
I'm breaking free
To find my own dreams
And to grasp someone's hand
And chase them together


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Halfway There

You and I, Love, are halfway there.
Each content with what we've found--
In spite of kids and strife,
And struggles with mid-life,
We've had the good sense to stick around.
Both looking forward, walking together,
Ever onward, hopefully forever.
Yes, you and I, Love, are halfway there.

YOU and I, LORD, are halfway there.
Each day I'm heading towards home.
In spite of sins committed,
And/or good deeds omitted,
YOU've never left me all alone.
YOU encourage me to do what's right,
Foresaking darkness to seek the light.
Yes, YOU and I, LORD, are halfway there.


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I Messed Up

Lord, please forgive me.
I need You.
I messed up.
Please, save me.
Thank You.
I trust You.
I love You.
I am a hypocrite.
Please, change me.
Thank You.
Amen.


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There Was A Woman Alone And Afraid


There was a woman,
alone and afraid...
Her husband left her…
She felt betrayed!

I remember seeing her look
of despair…
Was there anyone who
really cared?

This was a very
 difficult situation.
A lot of heartache and frustration!

I remember seeing her 
 at church before.
But no one sees her anymore!

People would pass her by,
Seemingly, not concerned…
Even though things in her life,
had taken “the wrong turn.”

Aren’t we to help the widows
 and single mothers too?
This is what God’s word 
asks of me and you!

As the body of Christ... 
We should serve one another.
Reaching out to the widow
 and single mother.

We must let them know they’re
not forgotten!
Before their lives hit
“rock bottom”

This is a command Christ 
Wants us to do!
He’d do the same for 
ME and for YOU!

By Jim Pemberton


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Fame

She dreams of a throne
where she is not alone 

Dreams of stars 
That aren't to far 

Wishes for peace 
where pain is least 

Hopes for grace 
where she can see his face 

And still know her fame 
hasn't changed 
her name


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You Are Alive

You're alive even in the darkest place;
Even when we can't hear Your Name,
Even when we can't see Your grace,
You're alive!
Even when we can't feel Your grace,
You are alive!


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A House Divided

It starts out like a whirlwind
Blinded by infatuation 
Ends up like a tidal wave
Usually with litigation

What once was cute
And added to our attraction
Now only annoys
Keeping track of each infraction

Speed bumps in the road
Children torn apart
Struggle with their comfort
While finding a new start

Angers rise and fall
As connections are now severed
Tried to keep the peace
With all that we endeavored

A house divided stands
Only many stand alone
The true reason for fallout
May still remain unknown

Despite the way it seems
It’s probably for the best
Trying to keep up beat
Rather than become depressed


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Birdcage

Forced me into the birdcage
nervous while plundering
The lash around my neck
result of blundering
Awakened my wrath 
vigorous equally thundering
Lost in panic, 
facade of a dervish wondering.


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That's Where The Lord Lives

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


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My Gal, Blue Bonnet, Black Hair

My Gal, Blue Bonnet, Black Hair

My gal, jet black hair and a blue bonnet
writing her a golden little sonnet
Just a few nice words to sweetly say this
to the lady that gave truest ever kiss

Give kisses, many more, forever more
I long for and do happily keep score
Hold me so tightly in the deepest night
You glowing radiance , the sunshine's light

Morning brings the pleasure of you there
lights are bouncing upon your smile and hair
Day gifts your soft touch to lift me up
time spent filling our sweetest loving cup

My gal, blue bonnet and long jet black hair
you are my ALL, knowing you truly care!

Robert J. Lindley, 08-18-2014


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The Widower

Brittle bones crackle through the hall,
as I slowly trudge to an empty bed.
Outside my window dies a barren Fall,
and what survives but my Winter dread?

Slipping into the bitter-chilled covers?
shrinking beneath ‘til I’m cloaked blind.?
Despising the demons who steal our lovers?
like feckless butchers of the conscious mind.??

Death stares me in my jealous eyes,
withholds from me his seductive knife.
Does he not hear my bitter cries?
Why plague me with abandoned life??


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Divorce Isn't Always the Best Choice

Divorce Isn’t Always A Good Choice! I met a person who’s been married for many years. When he talked to me, he was in tears! He was faced with the option of divorce! And now, he feels his life is driven “off course.” His wife said she’s through. She’s “all done.” And doing things which seemed “fun.” Beyond each day and the circumstance… Does this marriage even “have a chance?” Why do people seem happier when they’re apart? Far too often, this ends up in a broken heart! Too often, people “give up” on what they believe! But it’s so many lies, is what they receive! I spoke to this person, of God’s purpose and meaning! Into God’s loving arms, is where he needs to be leaning! When life changes, and marriage seems to have failed you… Jesus is here! And wants to put his arms around you! There’s hope and answers to all of your problems! You’ll find the answer in God’s word! HE can solve them! The best choice for you is to come and trust HIM! Give Jesus your life! Come now and love HIM! All he needs is for you to give him an invitation! He’ll change you! And make you a new creation! His love can do what no other power can ever do! He’ll bring new meaning in the words; “I LOVE YOU!” By Jim Pemberton


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The growing gift

I wrote this one with a friend in mind; 

Her growing belly tells what most think the whole story
Her age is a cause for shame
She is scared And feels so alone
Strangers look at her And laugh
Pointing and wispers
She thinks her only way out is to destroy the thing inside
Angels and demons struggle in her young head
Fighting for life

She goes to church
Pro-life people shun her
They whisper:
“She is just a young child”

Against all odds she decided to tell her friends and family
She is going to see this through
She encounters lots of anger
What a little whore she is
God seems to not love her

She makes an appointment
Tears in her eyes she ascends
She opens the door to the clinic and climbs the stairs
Carrying the weight of her cross
A miracle
A older women dressed nice with hair as bright as the sun
Do not harm this child
Take comfort my dear sweet girl
I have been where you are
I have received their teasing
Do not listen to them
God himself has blessed you

The bulging belly tells a story
Your naked hand proves how brave you really are.
You've made it this far and you will make it even more. 
Not every woman out there can do what God has blessed you with.
The woman gave a hug and the tears started to pour.

Back in the car she took a deep breath. 
With a hand on her belly she spoke to the little child.
" I don't know if your a girl or boy, or even if I will be a good mom"
I promise to you I will try to do my best, just please don't turn out like me and be wild!"

She started the car and prepared to drive home for the worse
She knew this child was not going to be easy to have
Inside her was a little life growing bigger each day
No matter how hard it was going to be with her faith in God she would find a way.


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Aquatic Rapture

Floundering the frozen shoal an endangered diez,
a sturgeon realizes his family few
and sets upon a journey new.

The sturgeon swims afar the shallow edge of the frozen pond.
The sturgeon swims til his eyes, assault an image swimming by. 

The first silhouette, reunited with it's breath; 
a catfish the color of ocean sand.

The catfish asks:"Have you seen my family?"
The sturgeon asks the same;
the both of them go on their way.

They swim into the deepest ice, looking for a single clue,
to find the whereabouts;
of their family few.

They swim until their eyes, assault an image swimming by.
An image wretch in shadow, moving at a desperate pace.

A flat and nimble stingray
whose tears have stained his face.

The stingray asks:"Have you seen my family?"
The sturgeon asks the same,
the catfish asks the same,
the three of them go on their way.

They swim into the deepest ice, looking for a single clue,
to find the whereabouts;
of their family few.

They swim into a shallow patch, where sunlight gleams the mist;
the three acquaintances see a shape sweep swiftly through their midst.

Suddenly they cannot move, restrained in means so cramped,
their breath begotten rather short, their gills in pain a gasped.

They ventured far to find their kin, 
they ventured far to find the truth,
they lay amongst their loved ones blue;
their eyes fogged over
in the barren river,
devoid of life;
they are extinct,
they have no tomb;
...only rapture.
 


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Lost Valentine

“She was mine” was all he thought
His spark was gone, forever had seemed so long
The gleam in his eye, dulled as days went by
He’d been trying hard to carry on, she was two months gone
He could no longer cry, all life was now, was a lie
His sadness growing deeper, as the world continued to fly by
His girl was gone now, his reason and purpose no longer around
For years he cared, he couldn’t show, but those actions spoke louder than any words 
she would’ve known
His poor tired soul began to appear on his face
His heart numb from losing the one love that who with, his life had begun
Now it was his time to start, for in his heart, he knew……
They wouldn’t be far apart.

                                                    Dedicated to the memory of my Grandparents
                                                      William Lee Neeland Sr. 02/22/27 – 07/10/04
                                                     Pauline Sue Neeland         07/27/46 - 12/24/03
with all my love, #2


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Hypocrite

I am a hypocrite and look what I just did:
I fell into my darkest pit; now, again, and again.
I thought that I was strong enough to live the truths I said;
Now I realized I'm much too weak; a fool too ashamed to raise his head.
God, please save me, please forgive me, and please give me strength. 
I love You.
I thank You.
I am forever changed.


Details | Free verse | |

He Wants a Boy

She tries to weed
out his doubts,
but he cannot heed.

He demands a baby boy,
yet she is not a goddess
to change their baby's sex.

She tells him that if there
was a certain way people made love
to get baby boys, or
if she had the psychic abilities of choosing
a sperm that that would fertilize
her ova into a male zygote,
she would be glad to give him one.



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Fight for life

The Fight for Life
As you approach this battle keep your head held high
Because faith and positivity will help you thrive
This fight is one where all of our family will be involved
No problem no illness approaches us that we cannot solve
You are a strong woman but together we will not be beat
You are not alone we will all keep you on your feet
These treatments will not be easy they will not seem possible to endure
Remember these treatments could be the only cure
We need you to fight this battle and accept our support
The courage to get through is something you cannot be taught
Courage comes from the deepest darkest place in your heart
But courage will shine through during the darkest of parts
Your strength is admired your smile is cherished and sweet
You have to believe that cancer is something you can defeat
Keep smiling and showing others that you have hope
That you are not afraid to ski down this very steep slope
We all believe in you and that you will conquer this war
When it all is over we will all value our lives so much more
I speak for the family when I say GOOD LUCK and STAY STRONG
We will be here beside you the whole way no matter how long


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Portrayal of my Grandmaa and her Room

I see a beam of light coming from the little hole of the broken window
I sit alongside the window & stretch my hand to unlatch it
It creaks when I struggle to open it

It is my grand maa’s partially illuminated & restful room within the serene valleys
There is an old grain storage wooden box & old oil lamp flickers near the window
                           
This room holds so many memories of her husband
She is consort of a brave army man
There is an old black & white picture hung on the damp wall of her room
It is a beautiful picture of this couple

Every evening she sits on the veranda wall for some calm and fresh zephyr
Wind howls, it travels through all the valleys, peaks and hills to meet her
A calm gush of wind tenderly touches her body

I can see her placid, contented face
She has intense & impassioned blue eyes holding many deep thoughts 
    
A flash of remembrance passes between me and my babyhood memories.                 
I was 10 when I last saw her; she looked young but not any longer  

I could never understand why she chooses this room when she has many other
She again gets inside the room to light the lamp
And I see the flickering lantern alongside the casement once again
That’s how she passes her endmost days & nights.


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Dad, Let Go

In all my life 
I’ve never spent a full day with you 
Dad, the man I know and love
Split in two

I’m proud to call you my father
For any man to model
But only half because the other half
Can’t let go of the bottle

Your different dad
When your drinking or not
Don’t deny your problem
You miserable sot

A 12-pack isn’t normal
Not everyday or so
Grow up, act your age
And just let go

Because we love you dad
We always have and will
But your drinking blasts a hole in me
With nothing to fill

When you ask me for more
I am hopeless to your avidity
But give-in and guide you towards death
For fear of acerbity

As I mature into manhood
I fear that you won’t see the day
I graduate, get married, or start my family
So affirm a different substance for your thirst to allay

I have no shame on my knees to plead
Because we are kin, it’s your blood I bleed
You must end this putrid deed 
So Dad, please just let go of the mead

By Nicholas A. Bello 


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An Adulterous Situation

An Adulterous Situation I knew of a couple, involved in an adulterous situation. A person involved, claimed that he was a Christian! He told others that he wanted to tell her about the Lord… But this involvement in sin, he couldn’t well “afford!” A “casual” encounter led to the marriage’s destruction. Her husband was so hurt, he could hardly “function.” How could this man think there’s “nothing wrong with it.” “It must be fine.” He thought. “everyone’s doing it!” Jesus has come, that we might have freedom from within! Going to church, doesn’t give us a “license to sin!” God gave us marriage, as a holy and divine covenant! He gave us his word, so that our lives can be abundant! May this be a stern warning to one and all! That which may look attractive, will cause us to fall! If there’s something more from marriage that you desire… Be careful! Your deep passions will burn like a fire! May I encourage you to pray and seek the Lord above! And ask him to build your marriage on his love! Only he can restore everything the enemy has taken! He’ll be with you, when you may feel totally forsaken! Adultery is like a cancer cell… That will eventually destroy! It’ll rob you of the many blessings, that God wants you to enjoy! What God has joined as one... May there be no separation! But a heart of unselfishness, and a renewed dedication! By Jim Pemberton


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Mother's Day is Here

it is Mothers’ Day
and all they wanted is a flower 
for their mother but guards
will not accept flowers in the facility

maybe a card with a word or two may do
to tell her how much they love her

there’s nothing much to add
except to say they miss her

she has been away for decades now
birthdays weddings have come and gone
many births and deaths came and left
without a word from her

and they too have grown up
without her a deadness around their lives

maybe a card with a word or two
can tell her how they wished
she were at the window peeping
to see them sleeping nicely



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Vow out

“One of the biggest kicks a person can have is a feeling of righteous indignation.”
     ~ Alan Watts, in a recorded talk titled “Reality, Art, and Illusion” (1965)
	
If gay folks can marry, is marriage worth less?
Your love and attachment worth nothing, of course
Or maybe those just don’t exist – let’s confess
You’d rather they cheapen the cost of divorce.

If gay folks can marry, does that mean God failed?
Deny they came out swinging as you despise – 
Makes sense to assert that God would’ve prevailed
Had man skipped the paperwork that sanctifies.

If gay folks can marry, say who is worse off?
The billions of us, dear, engaging in sex?
Our billions more children won’t have room to scoff
Or private space left to repeat such prospects.

If gay folks can marry, so what’s it to you?
The sanction of hedonists’ day in the sun
That you’d rather darken when this is what’s true:
You’re jealous to miss out on all of the fun.
    ~ Thanks Always Returns


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Respect Comes with Age

My father and my mother sat me down one day
     to tell me how wonderful that I was growing O.K.
The years passes by as I got to be a teenager
     with high hopes of becoming the first young manager
Life turns out a manager job is not for me
     so I kept things to a minimum working hard you see
My family had taught me with all do respect
     the life we lead is the image of our age in an aspect
Like queens and kings we bow our head
     to the people who is wiser in age even when dead
Life as our guide the time we have aged
     is what we leave behind that we are gaged
In prospective we are the stars and we are the earth
     because we age and leave behind a new birth
To those that seek such blessing of heart
     remember this age is respect for living from the start
Do you remember your father, mother, and teachers
     they are the ones cheering you on, sitting on those bleachers


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soft strength

pleasure leaks as your sweet harmony joins my vicious endeavors, a new genre for your love streams, my manhood elevates your passion capturing your emotions' allow me to bury my transgressions please rescue me from my intentions. purify my soul open my eyes to a love untold', conquer my heartbreak align my romance with the deepest parts of your fears, catapult my ambitions unmask my ignorance sweet dear for the sweet edge of my sword of bravery admires my prideful gain.


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How do you wanna be remembered

Has that question ever sneaked its way into the conscious of your third eye? 
Have you ever took pause from your self and viewed yourself as a he was or she was?
Release that parachute from flight and ground your soul with the memories of others thoughts.
The limits down here are not as high as the sky. 
We get one chance to imprint the fixture, the movement... The tone of a legacy left by indifferences that makes you you!
The day my handkerchief floats no longer and drifts to the ground, I envision the power outage of the world. 
Darcel stood a monument that people just had to get a glance at. 
Darcel spoke with his heart while even in defeat. A lyric can’t harmonize the music that D. Sharp stands for. 
A silence of over joy for him applauded over the art of tap. 
Heads rolling back accepting the embodiment of fruits picked from me. 
Screams of loss jamming frequencies of those trying to pick and hold on to one of the many memories of me.
GOOD OR BAD
I call on the locksmith that is you and you and you to unchain what is me, myself, and I with a twist of your key. 
God allowed me to plant it, to water it, and nurture it within a bunkered facility. 
Some might say he aint this and he wasn't that but remember.
I say remember because at one point in your life I was perfect for you. 
I aided you to or from a circumstance that gave u clean air to breathe. 
Now aint that some shit!
That’s how I will be remembered!


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YOU

Breaking loose the clutter bugs eating the human race...
A child is seen beyond his time, I smile my warm embrace.
There’s no surprise your blending all your dreams on end,
A decade passes boy to man, ten years plus ten... and then 
Watching you from my blind spot, I smile again... and again.


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Jesus Christ Went Above and Beyond

Jesus Christ Went Above And Beyond! Jesus Christ went above and beyond! He forgave all of my sins and wrongs! He loved me! When nothing else mattered! He picked me up, when my life was chattered! He gave me his life, when no one else could! All of my sins and failures, he understood! He’s blessed me, with his love and assurance! And gave me salvation! His eternal “life insurance!” He’s given me strength, and all I needed! With all that he’s given, my life is completed! He rescued me from the awful pit of sin. And brought hope to my life, once again! He’s given me a love, that I never had! I gave him my life! I am so glad! To Jesus… I’m forever thankful and grateful! He’s my guiding light, and an awesome example! His word helps me to have victory today! And guides me, along life’s narrow way! This same Jesus can do the same for you! The opportunity is here! What will you do? Friendship with Jesus! HE brings life divine! I’m so blessed, that he’s a friend of MINE! By Jim Pemberton


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O' Sandy

As we lay beneath the moons glare
A simple look will never prepare
It seems quite
It seems peaceful
Without the light nothing appears displaced
Only that sight is a lie, not really a sight
The suns arrival comes with the truth
Now we can see what needs to be seen
It disguises as if it was a dump
Yet, it never was the place of any garbage
A day ago it was a living society set with a stage
The performance came her name was sandy
The audience took her act to heart
She took lives
She took memories
She tore us all apart
A scary performance, always to be remembered 
Now to fix up, the damage that was widespread



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If She'd Say 'Yes'

If she'd say "yes",
I'd escort her to the floor.
And with a little luck,
I'd ask her to dance once more.
If we could make some magic,
Or find some 'chemistry',
I'd ask her for her number
And invite her to go out with me...
Then she said "yes".

If she'd say "yes",
I'd invite her out again,
And with a little luck,
We'd be something more than friends.
If we could make more magic,
Or find more 'chemistry',
We'd be seen as an item...
Almost a couple, informally...
Then she said "yes".

If he'd say "yes",
And blesses me to take her hand,
Then blessed with so much luck,
I'd ask her to take my hand.
We would keep on making magic,
Surpassing 'chemistry'!
We'd discuss having children---
building together a family...
They both said "yes".

If she'd say "I do",
When our Preacher says the words,
He'll wish us both much luck
As our new couple moves forward.
We would keep on makng magic,
Keeping alive 'chemistry';
We'd talk about forever,
And a pink or blue baby nursery...
Then she said "I DO!".


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sing me a lullaby

Sing me a soft lullaby
to hush away my fears
Pull your arms around me
Wipe away my salty tears
Sing to me of muddy shoes
And someone asking for a dime
Tell me who rips your heart out
And handles it with care
Sing to me of angels and a whisper of a prayer
sing to me a lullaby
That ill sing my unborn child
Hold me tight and brush my hair
Away to see my smile
Sing me into slumber
Where happiness exists 
Sing me a soft lullaby
And ill finally get some rest 


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EBONICS

My children be over my sister house.
Oland got scratched by his cousin with a twig in my mother’s front yard.
My children are grown now.
Why is it study going on y’all?
The illegality of removing my children from my custody is a baseball foul.
Carrie told Queen that the children were in the front yard playing.
Tony came prior with Queen.

This social worker said she gave me my first warning.
Why did you go that far?
A parent course is for a child abuser.
I am not one.
I am in something I don’t know of?
I rather my children to be with their father!

Cleaning house to leave, Queen knew of my decision.
“We are moving to Detroit, Michigan,” I said.
She stated my children were to be remove temporarily.
This became unreal.

I am in something I don’t know of?
I rather my children to be with their father!

Child support was not being received because Tony was not paying the bill.
I am left along by knowing I lack communicative skills.
The government is the State.
They negated my family livelihood.

Their feeble mindedness means is destroying a country of fools.
Today I am not along.
I am afire through my belief in the omnipotent.
Unknown to humankind is a greater resolve for their transgressions.

I took my burdens to the Lord and left the wrongdoers –
For God so gave his only begotten son for the world would know that life on 
Earth is of a greater determination.

Strength Empowers!

_______________________________________|

Penned on May 18, 2018!


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Loss of a Brother

I am eighteen months,
to the day,
younger than he.

We have two sisters,
both younger than we.

To lose our only brother
leaves three sisters
cast adrift in a head sea,
swamped in waves 
breaking tight
against the course
of our ship, poised - 

to grow old together,
reminiscing,
sharing,
laughing about the past.

But he longs to be free.
We are left with no choice,
but to step aside,
and allow him leave.










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I'm So Glad That Jesus Lifted Me


I‘m so very glad that Jesus lifted me!
And am grateful that he
 also set me free!

I’m grateful of the happiness
 he brought!
And know that he loves me,
 a whole lot!

I’m also thankful, for the life that he brings!
He understands me! And can do anything!

I hope that you’ll take some time today.
Spending time alone with him, and pray!

He rewards those who earnestly 
seek him!
Won’t you give him a chance? 
And receive him?

This same Jesus, 
also wants to help you!
Won’t you open your heart, 
and let him touch you?

By Jim Pemberton   08/15/13






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My Love

Love is real emotions.
Deep concoctions of a confused language
You need two people to understand it.
To hold, love, and cherish it.
You need two hearts pounding and wanting to challenge it.
Like finding the prettiest flower of weed or singing a song with no words.
Just a pile of outrageous, flying emotions waiting to explode.
As if to explode into perfect drops of sunshine and land on candy kissed skin.
To be the only bird fighting against the slow going wind.
As of all these words fighting to make sense.
Its when I met eye to eye with you and it affected the way I went.
It changed my whole direction and made me realize that it was you who needed my affection.
It made the confused language come into my perception. 
Moving words around that makes no sense to a normal lover but a our language that me and you can cuddle.
Throw in the air and find ways as we go.
Make the world ours to be lovers as one.
To find my missing puzzle piece with the heart inside, to find I have the same one with a key in mine.
To find true lovers is oh so rare.
To know some people make it through when the night is bare.
Just two hearts feeding off another, its amazing to me.
That's when we put us in the picture and we become three.
A nice family with the start of we, just to know it all started with a you and a me.
To know love is real emotions.
Its a deep concoctions of a confused language


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The First Time

For the first time,
I feel that life’s treating me right

Everyone’s talkin’ amongst themselves…

I’m sick ‘n tired of wastin’ time
I need to…train myself to become successful – 
Starting tonight.
My life has its ups ‘n downs…
How can I balance myself again?
How can I be more productive this week?
How much time does it take to make my life valuable?

Every now and then, 
I feel that there’s no way out of the cage

Everyone’s bringin’ up past recollections 

I’m willin’ to fight the good fight… but I feel like garbage…
My faith towards Him slowly decays away… 
How can I rebuild my strength again?
How can I reassure myself that I’m stronger than I realize? 
How much time does it take to accomplish all of my dreams? 

Every so often,
I feel that my family doesn’t love me

Do they still cherish me like hidden treasure?
Do they still love me beyond measure?

Everyone’s tellin’ me that I did a great job on my solo 

I don’t believe them entirely…but at least I got the audience’s attention  
My future is bright like the sun…
How can I make my dreams a reality?
Does God know the answer?
How much time does it take to taste a sprinkle of glory?

For the last time, 
I feel the need to reach the finish line

Everyone’s proud of me for trying my best 
And running with all of my effort
I’m willin’ to encourage myself to pass the test…
Despite my struggles, I’m doing fine  

My courage increases by the minute…
I outrun the competitive runners and I’m barely passing the test 

My cup is half full – I’m extremely grateful
For the first time, 
I feel that God has answered my prayers – 
LIFE IS SO. . . . WONDERFUL!


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God's Plan for Marriage


There’s a truth that remains since 
the beginning of time.
God created man and woman, 
 with marriage in mind.

From the dust of the ground,
Adam was formed.
From his side came Eve.  A new life was “born!”

God’s design for marriage became 
very evident and clear…
If not for Adam and Eve,
 none of us would be here!

Marriage is a blessing from God.  
A gift from God above.
A man and a woman come together
 as an expression of their love.

Anything different than one man 
and woman is perverted.
This is a lie from our culture that
 is trying to be “inserted.”

God gave us all a natural love 
with a strong ambition.
To come as a husband and wife 
is a God given intention!

Read from the books of Genesis
 thru Revelation…
God’s idea of marriage is
 for any person or nation.

Many can try to change what God
 has already designed.
It’s no wonder why so many have 
“confused” minds.

Let’s come back to God and
 trust him with our life!
The one who set up marriage as; 
“one husband and one wife!”

By Jim Pemberton


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to my sister mary

Hold your breath and don’t make a sound 
And soon when you’re lost you’ll be found
Never give up and never lose faith
Because somehow hope always seems to find its way
When you feel like you have hit the bottom and you can’t get up
Believe in yourself and remember to trust
No matter what, everyone has someone who loves them and cares
But it’s up to you to realize they will always be there
You are my sister, and you will always be in my heart
I’ll love you forever even if we are far apart
Everyone has done things their not proud of 
But life’s about learning don’t focus on the bad stuff
I’m sorry I haven’t been able to completely understand
But I promise you’ll get through this Mary I know that you can
I have said things to you that I truly regret
But you’ve got your whole future ahead of u nothing is permanently set
I love you sister and I know you’ll do great
You’re in control of your own life so determine your fate. 


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A Soldier's Foreign Woman - Quatern

A Soldier’s Foreign Woman  (Quatern 30 April 2014)

She kissed me like never before
While firecrackers burst overhead.
She never had kissed me before—
Kissing her back went to my head.

Intimacy came very fast.
She kissed me like never before.
I wondered would such passion last
Each time I exited her door.

Traveling the road to her door,
Ev’ry five or six weeks or so
She kissed me like never before--
As if to never let me go.

A son was born, then we married
(permission didn’t come before).
The wedding night passed unhurried.
She kissed me like never before.


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I couldn't say no

 
It flooded the heart with its abundant love
I tried to say no, I tried to say no, no
I couldn't say no 
It was there to comfort me when misery seized
I turned to it for an advice when the world opened to swallow me
I could have said no
But its doors were always opened while yours were closed
And locked with hungry hatred that pushed me away
I couldn't say no
It gave me strength of the beast when your words plotted my downfall
I couldn't say no but yes
Yes to its soothing love that paid joy to my bitter heart
For it and I found endless happiness


Inspired by love between in-laws, When Ndumiso left his wife for her sister.


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ADVICE OF A FATHER TO A SON

son you are not morethan your thoughts
you cannot out-run your thoughts

                      son you are not morethan your vision
                      oh yes! you cannot journey farther than your inner sight

son listen to the wise words of your father
                  you are not morethan your dreams
                          yes you cannot reach heights above your dreams


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Holly

                                              Holly

As I look deep into her eyes. I see the love waiting there.
Like the most beautiful sunrise. It warms my soul and removes the chill from the air.
She lifts my spirits with just a simple smile. She heals my heart with her warm embrace.
She helps me forget my worries for a while. She does all this with her style and grace.
All too often I let the world get me down. She seems to share all the pain I feel inside.
It breaks her heart to see me frown. She’s the only one whom I can confide.
She found me in the dark. She led me to the light.
When my world was torn apart, she held me so tight.
She is my Reason 
She is my Purpose 
She is my Life.
In fond dedication to my wife Holly ^^


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Deficiencies

The image of a young child filled her mind,
she was no more than four feet tall,
sweet and very kind,
always loved the mall,
her voice crackling,
her mind tackling
issues she thought she didn’t have to deal with,
it was a crying shame,
she knew her clothes were getting too big,
as they draped a thin frame,
sometimes she’d look like a twig,
the image of her were of skeleton and bone,
malnourished, deficiencies, defects,
is why she always felt alone,
it made her a pale trophy for death’s room,
as it craved her end, and craved her doom,
her sickness became intense,
there was no pretense,
that she could sense,
her glossy eyes revealed the signs,
she was just too thin,
bones sticking out all over her skin,
her mother walking on the beach, so sad,
as she walked on the white sand, so mad,
chiseled and polished by the rushing tide,
crying, uncontrollably,
because that day her daughter died.


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Are You Having An Affair


Are You Having An Affair? I don't think many people are aware... of the dangers of having "an affair." Adultery begins with a lustful thought captured in the mind. It's been part of sins's curse, since the beginning of time. Many aren't sure how they're going to react. Until the day they're caught in an adulterous act. By this time... they're love for their spouse is broken. When the words; "I love you"... to another... are spoken. Soon... their home become "turned around" and divided. As their commitment and loyalty become undecided. The family soon become "one huge mess..." As the love "for another person" becomes "obsessed." You may find yourself in this kind of situation. Perhaps you're in "deep desparation." Run from this person as fast as your can! Come to the cross and reach for Jesus' hand! Confess your sin to your spouse and call on Jesus' name. You have only yourself... no one else... to blame. Allow Jesus to 100% be the Lord of your life. As you brings you together as husband and wife! Let him restore your marriage and make it complete. Come to him now and lay your sin at his feet. His love in your marriage is forever and binding! His commitment to you is a love worth finding! By Jim Pemberton


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God's Definition of Marriage


God designed marriage as the real thing!
Anything less, is what a counterfeit brings!

His concept of one man and woman is very real.
He’s not interested in bowing to “man’s appeal.”

His court of justice rings very loud and clear!
The truth of his word shall NEVER disappear!

You can look in Genesis and it is found!
He created Adam from the dust of the ground!

He designed Eve from one of his ribs!
They were joined together as  both lived!

He didn’t need a constitution to know “their rights.”
He gave them HIS WORD as their guiding light!

Satan has been trying to pervert what God created!
This is a truth.  And need not be debated!

We have cheapened the value of the marriage institution!
And have added needless 
chaos and confusion!

Through the Bible, one husband and wife are taught!
Unless you want to live in Sodom, as did Lot!

Ungodly perversions take many forms and kinds.
And it soon piles up garbage into our minds!

“What God has put together.” 
 “Let no man put asunder.!”
Many ideas of “marriage,” is a total blunder!

One man and one woman is what God ordained in Eden.
It was Adam and Eve.  
Not Adam and Steven!

The choices in life are yours!  And yours alone!
Who is going to be the Lord, of your heart and home?

By Jim Pemberton  


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PAGE OF WORD

Fantasy is beautiful
but  view is more beautiful
The eyes stormed with tears 
in my heart I am waiting forever 
a flower of word 
twilight fragrance 
evening felt 
morning struggle
foliage voice 
waving stain 
cold sun 
reveal the pulse 
in here I understand 
from my sacred heart


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With This Ring

                                         With This Ring
                                  
                               (For Liz and Josh, wedded 9/27/2014)

With this ring
The Circle forms,
No Beginning, nor no End,
We bring to Birth
What we Intend.

With this ring
The Cycle turns,
Love to Love, and Friend to Friend,
To greater Worth
Our Spirits Tend.

With this ring
Forever Bound,
Our Hearts through Time together Wend.
Each turn of Earth
New Hope Portends.

With this ring
We join as One,
Our Love its Light Eternal Sends
Its golden Mirth
From Us to All, sans End.


Details | I do not know? | |

You May Be Gone But You Live On

You May Be Gone But You Live On.
With ever breath i take And every tear i shed.
Everytime i think of you and all the Great times we shared.
 I try to be strong For this i know it's  what you would want me to do.
I have to hold my head high and do my best ,
So one day we can be reunited in eternal life.
You May Be Gone But You Live On.
Through me
Through my Thoughts and my  Memories and the Love we shared
Your in my heart and thats where you will stay
Forever and Always you will live on Through Me!!!!!!





Details | I do not know? | |

What I carry

I carry a lighter to kindle my therapy, 
So I may burn my problems away. 
I carry a heavy heart, 
In a cage-like penitentiary. 
I carry the blood of alcoholism, 
Prone to every addiction. 
I carry low self-esteem, 
My primary affliction.
I carry countless knives half sheathed into my back, 
From all the cowards unable to finish what they've started. 
I carry optimism for what my future holds. 
At least I did, before it all departed. 
I carry ink stained skin, 
Over & under scarred tissue. 
I carry an obsessive mind, 
Dwelling restlessly on each issue. 
I carry regret, 
From love lost to life. 
I hold to myself 
An ongoing strife. 
The list goes on 
With things that vary 
From bad to worse. 
What do you carry?


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How John Mayer helped end and save my marriage

How John Mayer helped end and save my marriage..     S.Hudson

Our love can be summed up in a playlist of John Mayer songs,
A myriad of one liners and chorus’ overlaying the template of life,
Our  “heart break  warfare”  led to a horrible affair,
She and another took solace in a shared love for John Mayer,
They dreamed together with “Half of my heart” playing in the distance,
“Showing me another way” ,
But a dream is all it could be, and a dream is all it was,
The “Gravity” of the situation realized,
And a husband missing all of his heart.
Two worlds pulling at the hem,
“Pain throws your heart to the ground, Love turns the whole thing around,”
It is said, we have lived together through both my wife,
And I don’t know, “If I trust myself with loving you”,
But, “I’m not the man I used to be lately”
And here we are now,
Trying to recapture this “Home life” John muses of.
“I’d love to walk where we both can talk”, I’d love to give you my all,
“Oh it’s taking so long, I could be wrong, I could be ready, Oh but if I take my hearts advice,
I should assume it’s still unsteady, I am in repair, I am in repair,”
For know we stand with our heart in the others hand, fragile, unsteady, unsure,
But oh so willing.
All I know Rhonda is, “There ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone”
“My girl she ain’t the one that I saw comin,” I “love who ya love, who ya love”
That’s  YOU!
I thank you John Mayer for giving us the words and the playlists for 
This roller coaster of emotion, heartbreak, passion, romance and desire,
That has been our Story line.
Keep em coming, because we still have a lifetime of Romancing and store walks ahead…


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Deep Cut

And so it goes 
Why are we here
You can't walk away free and clear
So sad of a day this price we pay
So many hurts have come from this
To think it began with something so beautiful as a Kiss
 God will decide come what may
An get us through this very tough day  


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God Can Heal Your Marriage


How often have you told your 
wife you love her?
Only to be caught in the arms of “another…”

The vows that were made... 
 The promises given.
God gives a chance for you 
to be forgiven!

A husband and wife are sanctioned
 by our Lord…
But often end up in anger,
 bitterness and discord.

Jesus can mend the hurt and remove the pain.
And bring a healing to
 any guilt or shame.

He loves you with a Godly 
jealousy that is evident.
Into your heart and life…  
He longs to be a resident.

Won’t you allow his power
 to bring a restoration?
Before your family is heading
 toward a separation?

Let his words of hope and
 love be the glue.
And bring a new meaning to the words;
 “I LOVE YOU!”

May you be “caught up” in your 
heavenly father’s embrace.
And allow his love
 to put a smile on your face!

What God has joined as one. 
 He can keep together.
Won’t you allow him to bless
 your marriage forever?

By Jim Pemberton


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I am not Jesus

What was up with all that *****with the keys?
The weed?

The transfer of seed?

Undone,
-Not unlike me

I come into a tree
And randomly free myself of my street

I come up on a beat 
And leak out my literal leaf

And ache at the pillory awaiting the generation of me

I don’t want nothin’ bad to happen
But what does one trigger hand have in battle?

I would rather the peace be kept
And my life be given instead

I would rather a dead man be kept
Than his resurrection come once again

I would hate heaven to see me
When I curse at people who don’t see me

I would adapt to anothers kin
If he didn’t feel the need to always resurrect them…


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Three Hebrew Men Were Thrown Into the Fire


There were three Hebrew men with one desire.
They served the true God!  And were cast into the fire!

King Nebuchadnezzar ordered them to bow to a false idol.
But they made up their minds
 to serve the God of the Bible!

He ordered them thrown into the furnace so hot!
But there was a lesson here, that was to be taught!

As he looked in…  He couldn’t believe 
what he saw!
He had seen the living son of God, after all!

At this sight, his words broke and his body trembled!
The Hebrews were unharmed!
No matter how hot the fire was kindled!

He called them out, yelling for them one by one.
He knew they had a visit from God’s holy son!

He looked!  And their bodies weren’t even burned!
They trusted their God! And had no reason for concern!

This same God who rescued the three Hebrew men…
Is the same God who can rescue you from sin!

Though the “fires of life, may be “hot and burning.”
It’s in the direction of God… 
That you need to be turning!

The living son of God would like to visit you today!
Won’t you listen to the words of life, he has to say?

He is the true God!  The king of kings is he!
And invites you to be with him!  For all eternity!

By Jim Pemberton


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Life's hidden lessons

I married a man too early in life
and wasn’t prepared to be a good wife.
I believed he loved me and things would be fine.
My love for him would grow over time. 
The years passing by were good for awhile.
Then came a time I could not see my smile.
He cheated on me and I deserved more.
With a heavy heart I went out the door.
We parted as “friends”, which ended one day.
With a baby conceived he went on his way.
He now liked his freedom away from me.
I carried our son -- he didn’t want to see.
Soon after another cared about me; 
I ignored the things I didn’t want to see.
I married that man -- I thought it’d be best.
But soon after that, he was failing the test.
Driven by fear, I mistakenly thought
A son of “his own” was the thing that he sought
I now had a toddler and one on the way;
there was no doubt, I now had to stay.
Things started to spiral out of control.
The alcohol had a firm grip on his soul.
Choosing to leave to protect us all;
I was forced this time to really stand tall.
Now on my own with two children to raise
I examine my life in so many ways. 
My relationships failed, for that I am sad;
but the result of those could never be bad.
Now long gone are those men from my past
replaced by a “true” love that forever will last.
My love for my sons, my two little boys, 
erase all my pains and reveal only my joys.


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The Cure


Funny, every thing seems so distance.
When I walked toward the entrance.
Just what is happening here?
Nothing seems as it is, not even clear.
My mind going dizzy.
I feel so slow and so busy.
Talking makes it better so I did that all day.
Cooking the same way.
I felt so strained fully of different ideas, I think it's okay.
My body is not working it does not want to obey.
Shaking all over my body seems stressed.
I believe it needs to be addressed.
Just what is happening here?
Nothing seems as it is, not even clear.
My mouth seems dry.
I feel like I could cry.
The feeling of loneliness is making me ache.
Cooking again, so, it will be a cake.
I have been away so many years.
Doing things that I wanted, but it comes to this I have so much tears.
The fond memories of laughter.
Comes long ago, past tense, after.
Just what is happening here?
Nothing seems as it is, not even clear.
A walk that quickly disappeared.
A dream that suddenly just appeared.
I long last saw the light.
It just was burning with such delight.
A awakening that was lost years ago.
It really was a reminder so.
I raised my arms with gladness.
With beautiful sadness.
Just what is happening here?
Nothing seems as it is, not even clear.
The door opens with loud noise I hear.
The smell of coffee and laughter in my ear.
Walking through the door a passage way of time.
A free feeling that never felt so sublime.
Love and fear all at once just sunders me to smile.
The time I spent with my family felt that I could stay a while.
The feeling of love and hope is so pure.
This time with family is I think the cure.


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We Are The Sunset

Im all his and hes all mine
Together we spend all our time
This is it were in our prime
Minds linked to one another
Bodies may go their seperate ways when desired
Come home to eachother 
The love undescribable
The freedom; limitless
Mental connection unimaginable
Understanding at its highest peak
Feelings so strong, unbreakable
One incapable to fathum the idea of our bond
Night and day, yet we are the sunset
Separate lives, yet we are one; a strong unit between sun and moon
We set the mood; new style of living
Within the depths of an ocean; a relationship 
While swimming freely throughout the sea of fishes; solitary
It's what many covet
This fire of love for one another so strong, we set eachother free in the same 
breath
A form of happiness higher than whats considered happy.


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As We Kiss

Woke up
looked around
he's gone
there's a note
I read fast
I grab my dress
downstairs
in a heartbeat
slam the door
wind rushes
through my hair
wet grass nips my toes
I see him
on the hill
under the big oak
I run faster
He's waiting
I stop
to catch my breath
he puts a finger to my lips
and he kneels down
on one knee
my hands come up
and press against my lips
he stares nervously
as I nod
he rises
raps his arms
around me
the orange glare
lightly touches
our faces
It's warmth
makes me tingle
As we kiss.


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No Fear

When you come at my Family
I can be your worst nightmare
I'm not afraid to Die
I've come face to face with Death once before
Went at him head on for one of my very own
I'm willing to do it again, if need be
Death didn't scare me then
Death don't scare me now
Therefore, the fear of Death holds no power over me


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These Salty Waves Pt 1

What am I supposed to think? What am I supposed to say? All these lies you bottled up come sweeping, crashing with the tides. My footing's gone, the ocean real, but how am I supposed to feel? And here I am, a drowning mess, a loveless lie, I do protest. And here I am a drowning mess. So all those things you said to me? Where they just lies out of pity? So all those things you said to me? Or am I lost in salty waves? Yes I know my future's grave. Or am I lost in salty waves?And now the panic in my head, when I should be tucked up in your bed, reels and reels right here instead.I'm going down, a sinking ship, funny what name drips off my lips. It is not God, or Angles plenty, or even that I'm just damn ready To let go of the hell and the lies. I'm wishing for your gentle eyes. Or at least the way they always seemed, but perhaps that's just this salty dream. I have no clue what I'm to do! A drowning hopeless mess, for you-- think it's cute, and oh so funny, but here's the bitter truth now honey. I'm going down. There is no help. I can't be saved by God himself. I put my life, my whole world of trust, and you've thrown it away for lust. Well what the hell's a girl to do? I'm just so entranced by you!


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As to being a spouse

As to being a spouse,                                                                                    it's for good, I suppose.

Volodymyr Knyr
2014


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Letter to the Judge

dear Judge
if you were me, would you do what I did

because of the roots of my hair
some shadowy gulf gods got hold of me
and they laughed while they held me
in the howling fjord where my grandfather
once mopped their bathrooms and my father became
himself Satan’s Cheerleader on their fields 
till buckets of drafty sentiments took him away 

my family has grown like prominent objects
held tight by the fingers of piggy fishy air
and after sad diagnostics they sizzled in volts
drowned in pickling fluids while their children 
missed a mother’s love and her beans on Fridays
and forever they now wait to free their laughter

if you were me, would you do what I did

for centuries we’ve walked through a voiceless lawn
enshrouded by whirlwinds surging through nights
have you ever tasted our drafty sentiments for a day
I wish you did to know the burden of agony we carry
in the long sweep of human history

were you not there when certain nostrils prickled on pale  
faces and they dug up false Darwinism sentiments at night
then they hoisted innocent frames between envy and hate
between man and beast between darkness and blindness
and the young frames blazed like a bonfire at Easter
if you were me, would you do what I did

honorable judge 
why is it that all you know of me is Ben Craig


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Different Minds

Grown with a poisoned mind
Dirty and loaded with rubbish
I am always prepared for a run
To disappear and to vanish
For those around who expect
Routines to adjust
Though paths are to clash

Despite blood that relates
And similar faces
Minds that are poisoned
Are loaded with rubbish
And are not to adjust


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Momma

Momma i,
Understand now,
Now that i'm grown.
Now that i aged.

Momma i,
Understand.
What you had planned, 
For us to grow into a ,
great man or woman.
Living my life,
Going threw it all,
Making mistakes,
But always learning from them all.

Momma i,
Understand now,
Now that i'm grown.
You taught me how,
to be a better person.
Now it's time,
To teach my little one.Hoping she does right.
Like you did for me.
I give thanks,
For you Momma every night.

Momma i love you!
Now take a bow.
You'er a beautiful person,
Inside and out.


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What I Do For You

What I Do For You


I sent red roses to your sweet mother
I surely would do that for no OTHER!

I spent four long years waiting for you
I longed for the first kiss, we TWO!

I now have you so sweetly by my side
I enjoy it all, especially your RIDE!

I look forward to the nights we share
I sing, sing it out and I truly CARE!

I find Heaven and my darling it is YOU!

Robert J. Lindley, 07-10-2014


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Thirteen Forevers

I thought forever was not enough time
We weren't supposed to see the end of the line
It just can't be over when a years gone by, just thirteen times

Much damage was done, yes this is true
you had me arrested and I did stuff to you
We can leave that behind now love will carry us through

They all bet against us but what will we say
We won't have a good answer if we just quit today
When our children come ask us why we threw love away

We clearly could part now to no ones surprise
Walk away from each other with no long goodbyes
Or could go all in and risk roll the dice
Betting we're better together as forever glides by thirteen times


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Why Not Trust Jesus


Perhaps things in life have
 taken the “wrong turn.”
Life is passing you by…  
And you’re not concerned?

Things that were important,
aren’t important anymore.
Life just seems to be like one big “revolving door.”…

Your love for people close to you, seems to be gone.
Almost everything you do,
 seems to turn out wrong.

Your life seems to be like a ship
 that’s lost at sea/
You wonder; “why lord, has this
 been happening to me?”

Jesus loves you very much!
  And he understands!
He’\s waiting to pick you up,
 with his outstretched hand!

He’ll replace your loneliness
 with a satisfying love!
And put your life back together,
 fashioned from above!

His perfect love will give you hope
 and a peace of mind!
Why not trust him now?  NOW is the time!

By Jim Pemberton


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One Simple Job

You had one job
A simple task
I ask you nicely
To do for me.

Yet your such a klutz
You just screwed it up
It was so simple
You find it complicated.

Distracted or forgot
Your so simple minded
To lose track of time
Forgot what was important.

Can't you do right
Why go off track
You let me down
When I need you most.

When I'm feeling not my best
Ill-stricken to my bed
Aches and pains all over
I count on you to help.

Can't you listen
Don't you see
Do I matter
To you at all?

Off on your own
Doing your things
Makes me feel neglected
When your not listening.

Don't you care how I feel
Can't comfort me for an hour
When I'm feeling down
You just brush it aside.

All I ask of you
One simple ting
Do me one favor
To help me out.

Yet you can't do right
Are you not bright
Can't seem to see
Just one thing
One simple job.


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Treasure

Dad and I dug
for treasure
in the backyard.
My eyes lit up at
the can opener,
it glimmered silver in the earth-
except for the rusty parts.

He made another hole
by the white tree
and I polished off
the rock, that was
so smooth-
except where it was rough.

In the rubble at the bottom,
I found a penny caked in dirt,
so old,
it must have been worth
a fortune.


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Miles

Last Tuesday night my mother, Jenna comes into the house
I'm sitting in the living room with my other mom, Kelly
Jenna asks us if we could take a drive with her
So we all get in the car
And as we a ll drive, silence creeps along like the cracks of a frozen lake
Our hearts begin to thud slowly off beat
And I wonder and then I know
And I didnt imagine it would end like this
I didn't imagine an ending at all, but if they were going to tell me about the divorce
What a way to do it
I sit in the back seat and think about how lucky we were to have had this family
Their 20 years of marriage, my 15 with them
I remember all of us driving miles out in the highway until I fell asleep in the back seat
i dont want this life to end
Jenna starts to talk
She tells me that our caris just 13 miles away from reaching 100,oo miles now
I wonder if this is part of the divorce speech or just a distraction
I feel angry, they should just say it
She tells me the reason we took this ride is so thatt we could all e there to reach 100,000 miles toghter as the people who matter in our life
Slowly I realize thid idnt a break up ride or a divorce ride or a seperation ride
This is a 100,00 mile ride
Were in the car and we're driving on a Tuesday night
And we're 99,987 miles in
We stop for onion ringd and sundaes
Keep driving 99,993 miles Stevie Nicks
99,997 miles Elton John
When we get to 99,999 miles we holds hands, blast Melissa Ethridge and sing Lucky at the top ouf our lungs
There are too many, reasons that my mamas found love in eachothers presence 
There are too many moments when we are unbreakable, and this
moment we are one family
Constructing as we go
Burning bridges behind us
Add mileage like graceful aging 
Driving in our car towards moonlight


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Take Me Home

Take me home, 
But it will be okay.
What if we can be a role model for someone else?
Then I'll stay.


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Are You Looking For A Divorce Try JESUS

Are You Looking for A Divorce?  Try Jesus!

I knew of a wife who felt like she was alone.
There were many nights she cried at her home.

She was in, what I’d call a difficult situation.
There really wasn’t a good explanation.

Her husband just kind of “gave up” on trying.
He didn’t find what he felt was “satisfying.”

She was concerned for her children too…
And wondered; “what am I supposed to do?”

It wasn’t too long she fell into the arms of another.
And neglected her duty as a Godly mother.

This family began to unravel and fall apart.
It has lead to many wounded hearts…

This happens with many Christian families...
As more become “frustrated” and unhappy!

Whatever problem we have...  God can deliver us!
He can heal our families, because he loves us!

If divorce is the kind of action that you’ve found!
Won’t you trust Jesus, to change it all around?

Won’t you commit your ways and thoughts to him?
Won’t you fall in love with Jesus, and trust him?

There’s power in the blood!  I know and believe it!
Won’t you take the time…  And receive it?

Jesus is here!  He can change the bitter ugliness!
By his glory, beauty and his righteousness!

Please dear Lord, bring healing to your children!
May your healing touch continue to build them!

None of us need to feel worn out and alone!
When Jesus can fill our hearts and home!

By Jim Pemberton  11/19/13


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Give Thanks and Stand Firm

Give Thanks and Stand Firm

Should your high hopes be so cruelly lost
smashed so savagely by that very fickle fate
Do not give up your precious life to be tossed
upon heaps and dark mounds of festering hate

When your heart feels the thrust of such shame
steel your resolve to a defiant, heroic stand
Defend life and the honor of your family name
with every step taken upon this earthy land

If your spirit falls low think of a mountain tall
send your soul to rest upon it's highest peak
Ignore the slurs and taunts of those so very small
consider the evil for which they so proudly speak

In great triumph soon you will so richly turn
as that wicked vermin flee back to their master
Consider now the reward in which they will burn
thanking God's grace you avoided such a disaster

Should your high hopes so faithfully be restored
give eternally blessed thanks to our sweet Lord!

Robert J. Lindley 
06-28-2014

It is now ever so important to give thanks...


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Untreatable And Fatal Illness

At the age of thirteen, life is carefree
Time to become all that one can be
Life stopped for you; cut off at the knees
Being told very harshly about Huntington's Disease

At the age of thirteen, life is carefree
Ball games, skating, spelling bees
Being told very harshly about Huntington's Disease
The look of grief on your face and the weeping

Ball games, skating, spelling bees
Life stopped for you; cut off at the knees
The look of grief on your face and weeping;
At the age of thirteen, life is carefree


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A Gift Of Real Love

As I sit and gaze at your picture
I travel back to days of yore
To the ranch on the Nebraska prairie
And the place where you called home.

I came to teach their school
And was introduced to you
My life changed at that moment
For what I saw was a man honest and true.

A man who since age fifteen
Has been on his own
His reputation it was good
And he worked nine years for the former 101.

He had just moved up the valley
To their uncle's ranch
When I came upon the scene
A city girl it seemed but I wasn't really green.

My mom was from her dad's Nebraska ranch
Not to far away
And her sister taught an Indian Government school
On the Rosebud Reservation..

My brother and sister 
 A cousin my age and I
Shared a life similar to the life
My Billy had.

Well, not really I'm afraid
We were a few years younger
And though most of our time was spent on horseback
There were no cows involved.

We played in the White River
Rode calves and hogs
While Billy at this same age 
Had himself  to support.

Now it was my turn to grow up
I took up teaching to go back to the plains
And met the man of my dreams
Who my life did change.

Snowed in following a blizzard in March
And five miles away
Billy rode down the valley horseback
Just to see me one day.

By then we already had marriage plans
But we hadn’t told a soul
It wasn’t till April Fools Day 
We finally broke the news.

We ranched, raised our kids
And worked at Truck Parts
Forty-seven years and 2 weeks later
God called you home.

I had truly been blessed
With a good, honest, hard working man
Who is still here for me.
I thank You God with all my heart, 
Amen.

Three Christmases you have been gone
For Cathy it is four, it just doesn’t seem fair
But God has taken from you the pain you had
And I will always be grateful for that.

I love you dear and Merry Christmas.


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Imagine

If all the things I have right now were taken away and I had nothing left I would fantasize about nature and how beautiful it is. I would imagine that I was swinging on an old tire swing in front of a river. In the river were little ducks and I would go feed them. In my life right now I don’t think of nature that way. I think if my freedom was taken away I wouldn’t take it for granted the way I do and I would know how much it actually means to me. I would also imagine my family getting together for my family reunion. We would usually have them in September. My aunt would make her fancy white cake topped with chocolate drizzle. My grandma always made her jello cake; I still don’t know exactly how she makes it. The others would bring KFC, at least three boxes full of chicken and fries. All the kids would sit together and play games and laugh as we threw food at one another. We would have a game where the kids lined up from age 1 to age 13 and you would get to pick a prize appropriate for your age. I would always get stuck with bath soap and tooth brushes.I take a lot of ordinary things for granted and I think a lot of people do but they won’t admit it. Sometimes I even take life and my freedom for granted. I think that if maybe we wouldn’t take things for granted like the trees or our freedom that maybe our lives would be a lot better and things wouldn’t happen the way they do. I have lived long enough to know that it won’t happen, nothing happens the way you want it to. Just a few months ago I lost my grandma and I couldn’t do anything to help her. I took all of the things she did for granted and now that she’s gone I miss her. She used to make this tuna casserole, it was just amazing but I never told her just how much she meant to me. I think if I would have told her that more then I wouldn’t feel so guilty or depressed that she is gone. I never told her what I needed to. If people could use the words of John Lennon “Imagine Peace” and actually think about it then maybe the world wouldn’t have to end because there wouldn’t be any enemies, murders, drugs, none of the bad things would have happened. If we could have just accepted everyone around us for who they are and known that one day we all have to die, we could have stepped back from it all and said I had a good life and I don’t regret any of it. I think it’s no good to step back from something and tell yourself that you could have done something to prevent it.


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You Are Next

YOU ARE NEXT!


Wedding coat finery
covering my wretched dismay.
After pinching cheeks
aunties would always say,

“You are next!”
as if saying made it so.
Countless times it happened
no matter how often I said no.

Until I discovered how to stop it
using this little ironic gem;
now when I see them at family funerals
I started saying it to them!


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Babies and Kids Struggles

Everyone in the world thinks babies and kids have no struggles we are wrong.
We forget the hardest times of our lives is when we were infant our hearts beat a song.
When we were hungry we would cry, little hands could not grab anything that lye.
We had help to hold our bottles and we felt so helpless in our everyday struggles.
Our eyes did not open till the time that we were able we saw everything huge in size.
It made our heart throb fast and nothing made sense for all the words were gurgles.
The little ears we had we did stress with sound so loud and so unknown made us cry.
The fathers and mothers with kind word almost calmed us while they whispered.
They held us with fear, we had fear just knowing that we could not handle stress alone.
We grabbed things and we just wanted to hear the heart beat of our mom and dad.
That was the only thing in our minds that made us calm and glad.
The first touch of rough skin and strong hands were most comforting, yet scary at once.
Trust gradually grew when whipped our mess and hind ends, which were still scary.
To the large people out there the mind of a child is so simple but they still struggle.
They still need food, love and security that is all they need to grow.
To their lives is what they cling and no one is there to protect them from sorrow.
There are less fortunate kids that never get to hear their mothers and fathers hearts.
They soon empathize with everything around them with an emotion that struggles.
When sleeping on our own we cannot defend ourselves so we have fears.
That's why we cry nightly to sigh relief, we get exhausted and we run out of tears.
Remember the times you seen a child fall down their first step or bump into things.
It is scary when knowledge is lacking and get into things, which are a signs of struggles.
Children is future, it is nice to just watch them study, play and learn who they are.
Babies and Kids smiling, playing loud, and just sitting, they are still people they struggle. 


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An Adulterous Situation

An Adulterous Situation I knew of a couple, involved in an adulterous situation. A person involved, claimed that he was a Christian! He told others that he wanted to tell her about the Lord… But this involvement in sin, he couldn’t well “afford!” A “casual” encounter led to the marriage’s destruction. Her husband was so hurt, he could hardly “function.” How could this man think there’s “nothing wrong with it.” “It must be fine.” He thought. “everyone’s doing it!” Jesus has come, that we might have freedom from within! Going to church, doesn’t give us a “license to sin!” God gave us marriage, as a holy and divine covenant! He gave us his word, so that our lives can be abundant! May this be a stern warning to one and all! That which may look attractive, will cause us to fall! If there’s something more from marriage that you desire… Be careful! Your deep passions will burn like a fire! May I encourage you to pray and seek the Lord above! And ask him to build your marriage on his love! Only he can restore everything the enemy has taken! He’ll be with you, when you may feel totally forsaken! Adultery is like a cancer cell… That will eventually destroy! It’ll rob you of the many blessings, that God wants you to enjoy! What God has joined as one... May there be no separation! But a heart of unselfishness, and a renewed dedication! By Jim Pemberton


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Great Love

How can Jesus love me so
A love with no end
Deeply rooted and grounded
Never bending with the wind.

Greater love has never been
Than the love Jesus shows
Love forgiving you and me
And great meekness He bestows.

Love extended to each and all
Whether strong or very weak
Even great, or even small
His love, you can always seek.

Jesus love will never fail
It is patient and very kind
Enduring and long suffering
and abideth all the time.


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A Modest Proposal

You are but a man.
You will fail me
and make mistakes.
You will say the wrong things
and make me cry.
You will argue about my family
and come to hate my mother.
You will leave the seat up
and forget about my birthday.
You will be insulting and childish,
deceitful and wrong.
And thus being warned,
I will love you no less.

I am but a woman.
I will hurt you
and make mistakes.
I will be jealous
and hold grudges far too long.
I will redecorate your house
and accidentally shrink your favorite shirt.
I will lose my beauty with age
and my body as well.
I will be scared and angry,
anxious and wrong.
And thus being warned,
will you love me all the same?


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Little Girl

Never want my kids to see what I have seen
Little girls dreams broken at the seams
They say kids don’t remember the bad things
My childhood is made up of the sad songs that people sing
Grew up in a trailer
Mommy and daddy cursed just like the sailors
They would drink until they got drunk
Their marriage wasn’t bliss
It was far from what I wished
It wasn’t like the fairy tales that always had  a happy ending
In fact it needed lots of mending
As  a little girl I thought it was the trailer
Things were always good until we got home 
Never want my kids to witness the obscene things that I have seen
Having  mommy and a daddy treat one another like bitter enemies
Childhood memories turned into horrid dreams
“Stop the fighting” as a little girl I would scream
I would sneak into to brothers room in the middle of the night
Hide under the blankets to try and block out mommy and daddy’s fight
Praying for a way to make things right
Family would talk about me and how I was mean  
But they didn’t know the things I was seeing
No one knew I had a front row seat to the battle
And it was making simple emotions hard to handle.
Mommy and daddy got divorced in 1993
What was once a marriage had now become debris
But it was better this way you see
Me and my brother had been finally set free
Me not knowing brother would soon leave 
I could not believe he would leave me all alone
To face the world on my own
He protected me from all the bad things 
Now where would I go when I had bad dreams.
I pushed through as I grew pretended I had a clue what life was all about
Ended up pregnant and had my daughter
From a chump who will never deserve to be called her father
But its okay it was meant to be that way
So my childhood love could swoop in and save the day
Just like I prayed
yeah I admit my past has ****ed with me
but most importantly
it taught me
that this is not how I will raise my family to ever be
and I can promise they will never see
What I have seen
No broken home and obscenities.
I will raise my family right my children won’t witness
My husband and I fight.

Written by: Tiffany Chavez 6/18/10




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And Literature!

Poetry and Music, Astronomy and Math, many interesting
Subjects in this life we would pass: all together
Physics, Biology, Chemistry and Law, History and
Architecture, UFO and NLO (nonrecognized luft objects),
Free Academy of New Knowledge and Modern Literature as
A kind of the International Free University where we
Are Scientist, Author, Expert, Student and Professor,
All are good Philosophers: ask and answer is now here -
Complex task or question, specialist of high science
Qualification: famous poets, artists and humanists,
Teachers and professors of many Arts and Languages,
If they will agree or many good People in the Free
Kiev International English Language University Centres;
Woman, for instance English poetess: 'And better as a
Teacher! It would be much more noise but less stress!'
- She said some days ago, and I think - Now! Go! Yes,
Directress! - How? - Teach us with new, free ideas as
The teachers of language and literature - Mama mias!
For all those who are authors: we are the Teachers!


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To US

In my heart so deeply deprived Sad and unhappiness for two whole years (Seems like it started at the first house we arrived) My deepest and darkest most horrifying fears They are all coming alive And I most definitely have the strength to go on For all his emotions he's kept to hide Singing this repeating monotonous song Losing him --- I think for his side it's lost But the desire from both of us to fight Two wasted years, lies, hatred, betrayal it cost But working desperately through this since that night The tears welled in my green eyes As he told me he loved me no more I thought this whole time he was my dream prize Across the curves of his body my tears poured I pack my stuff sadly ready to go And he stops me --- for once he fights He says he loves me and that he knows To create this marriage a new trust I don't want it to end with my best friend For my heart, soul, and love belongs to him We share a son --- no regrets --- I'd do it all over again and again I sit here and write --- I love him 'til the very end I still get butterflies when I feel his lips against mine I still feel his deepest warmth from way deep within I never want to lose what we've created --- or him Our marriage and family I'll defend


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DON'T SHOUT

Talk to your spouse in such a way
That what you say
Shall reach the heart
And fetch result.

Don't shout
And end up in a bout
Of fist-cuffs, kicks and flying blows
And send your marriage to the gallows.

Misunderstanding shall always arise
But never let tempers and voices rise
Remember always your promises
And unite against all adversities.


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Must try

Breathing in, no breath is felt 
Blackness engulfed again I wept
Struggle forth the effort unwanted
I cry, I cry, I cry 
Must die, must die, must die

Waves crash against body, pain
Rock Rain forcing head to bow
Smashing hard against the ground
I cry, I cry, I cry 
Must die, must die, must die

But love too profound for those around
Reaching up for the clouds
Try to touch the condensation
Can’t die, can’t die, can’t die
Won’t cry, won’t cry, won’t cry

In love for him for her for them
Selfish thinking set asunder
Open curtains let in light
Shall try, shall try, shall try
Won’t die, won’t die, won’t die


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how to

how to...

how to vex your progeny:

first, just try to be yourself
first, tell them your expectation
first, say what you believe
first, remind them that you're relation

first, be the age you are
first, act like you're just being you
first, ignore your own defects
first, forget what you used to do

first, hint they're not doing what it takes
first, don't allow for weakened moments
first, be annoyed at their mistakes
second, ensure there is an argument

how to rile your parents:

first, just be yourself
first, tell them your exhortation
first, say what you perceive
first, forget about your relation

first, just be the age you are
first, act like you're just being you
first, dismiss your own shortcomings
first, remember what they used to do

first, suggest they don't know what it takes
first, imply they're your opponent
first, be annoyed that they make mistakes
second, don't allow for their enjoyment

how to live with...:

first, let them be themselves
first, listen to their aspiration
first, say you believe in them
and, remember, they're your relation

first, acknowledge the age they are
first, remember they're much like you
and remember, we all have defects
and forget what you want them to do

first, assure them they have what it takes
first, allow everyone weak moments
first, be understanding of their mistakes
second, allow for their atonement

that's how to do it.

© Goode Guy 2012-08-09


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Josh and Amber

Marriage between man and woman is an intimate union you see
that begins with an equal partnership with the man on his knees

With deepest joy you are asking someone to share your life
Knowing quite well in this journey there will be times of strife.

Happy is the man who discovers his true friend in life
is the same one he's about to marry to be his wife

A good marriage relationship begins with mutual respect 
Where a couple goes through life vowing to love and protect

Whenever one is wrong we need to be quick to admit 
In this relationship the one who is right needs to acquit

A good marriage is like a good casserole and has many parts
Those responsible keeping what goes in close to their hearts

No relationship comes with a guarantee for success
We need to learn to pray so we will do our very best

As time goes by we need to look upwards to the sky
A day will come we have to look our Father in the eye

Edward J. Ebbs - 07/15/14


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Can You Be Proud of Me Now

                     

                  I can't join the military for my disabilities won't let me,but I can help free 
       up some of the pain by advocateing for the veterans rights and help people to welcome 
       them home honorably.

                  I can't play pro basketball or football or even hockey for that matter but I
       can valiantly be their biggest fan and cheer them on to victories;oh yeah I can play a mean 
       game of wheelchair basketball.

                  But hey Mom, Dad, community "Are you still happy and proud of me?


                  I may not me able to be the next US President,congressman or congress-
        woman,but hey I may be your senator or town mayor fighting for your equal rights.

     
        
               I may not be able to stand and say the pledge of alligence like everyone else
        But I'll be proudly front and center the first to remove my hat and speaking the  
        allegence with my hands as fast as they'll go.

               
               But hey Mom,Dad, and community are you still happy and proud of me now!


               I may not be in the world olympics skiing and skateing,what such but I am 
       first place in bowling, swimming and I may be slow but its all for Special Olympics,
       we really have some time on our hands do you want to talk some more,or just give  
       a chance.

                Again I ask hey Mom, Dad, community, really still proud of me now.















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Turned Around

                  Turned Around
			By Elaine Roy

When all is unclear
Soft ponding tears of searching seem to appear
I'm lost in confusion but not for long
It's when these arms, are reaching up to me, I find my strength
It's in a smile of love, that hope fills my heart
To hear my name "MOM"
I get turned around; as I hear my kids say" Mom I love you!"


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A Gentleman

On a cold misty morning an old man had some things to do but they could wait,
Taking his walking stick and dressing for a damp cold morning he began his day,
He stopped at his old florist every day and bought a flower he always sniffed it,
He was a a kind and loving man he walks on sticks his hair as grey as the day.

The shop next door a sweetshop and as always he ordered a packet of barley sugar,
Popping one in his mouth it was an orange spaceship and it took him back in time,
A time when all was good no worries or responsibilities a time never to be returned,
This gentleman had to hurry a little as he was running late the bus waited for him.

As he made this journey everyday we thought it might be interesting so we waited,
He got off the bus at its terminal stop the driver and conductor always shook hands,
As the old man wandered down the road there was the sharp tap from his old stick,
Then the tapping noise disappeared as he walked across some of the well cut grass.

The gentleman made his way to the town cemetery carefully walking round the graves,
He knelt down with the aid of his stick then planted his single rose on the grave,
There were hundred's of perished flowers all over his plot he stood up to go home.
We could hear the tapping of his stick again as he now walked on the concrete path.

The man in charge was sweeping leaves so we walked over to him and asked the story,
He was fighting in the war and spent thee years in these rat infested fighting fields,
He was in the Bangalor Torpedoes behind enemy lines right up to the end of fighting,
When he finally mad it back to England he was told his family died in the Blitz

Since all those years ago he has put a rose down on the plots and never missed a day,
His loved and dear family to him are always listening to his news and odds and ends,
There is something else that not many people are aware it's written on his own grave,
This sad very brave man held the Victoria Cross,when I pass the cemetery I lift my hat.


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Be

As I sit quietly on my bed,
The voices still swirl in my head,
What they are saying, 
Keeps replaying,
No matter how hard I try,
 They just wont die,
My destiny is calling,
Time out, no more over hauling,
My ancestors are telling me,
Go forward and Be!


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thinking again

The fairy tale a powerful message about morals about courage about education. 
Some say are lifes are written out is  it something  permanent like ink
or erasable like pencil is a question i have often pondered. The writtings before of 
me are a man unsure with himself lost almost in the art of the good act and 
blinded by love to behold the grand illusion. So hmm I have found a new anthem 
a new lease on myself. In the mass destruction of my mind the rebuilding has 
begun. A new man has imagered  in  a new surrounding with new opportunity at his 
feet. A new generation under him seeking his guidance bonded over music 
watered blood but still blood weather a different last name ethnicity. A pleat-her of 
rebuilding in the world. So hmm i have begun to see myself know myself in a way 
that i have never felt a new phoenix has risen in my soul  good riddance to the 
negative vibe within me. I can never understand but the pondering and the 
images in my mind will remain.


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Whirlwind Courtship

Whirlwind courtship.
One morning I woke up
married to someone I'd not met -
an overzealous mother-in-law.
For twenty years now, I’ve been 
excluded from his family clan. 
What a blessing in disguise!


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Shrek and Fiona

Don't cry my dad, for your single tear is as deep as ocean of love, Don't cry my mom, for your care is as pure as a dove. Don't cry my brothers, as your company is all I ever require, Don't cry my sisters, as your memories are all that I can aquire. Today I am not going to a new house, as it was destined to be my own home, I will also receive the same love, from his mom and dad under the soothing dome. I thank the heaven, its keeper and its lord, For giving me a family which is like god. Today i promise nothing will change at all As to love, care, accompany and cherrish everything, my soulmate will stand tall. My loved ones, you have not just given a daughter with charisma and corona, How can i explain you, you gifted shrek his fiona...
-'panchi'Panchal Hitesh D. for more visit www.reckonhp.blogspot.in


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Are You Having An Affair

I don't think many people 
are aware...
of the dangers of having 
"an affair."

Adultery begins with a lustful thought 
captured in the mind.
It's been part of sins's curse,
 since the beginning of time.

Many aren't sure how they're
 going to react.
Until the day they're caught
 in an adulterous act.

By this time... they're love for
 their spouse is broken.
When the words; "I love you"...
 to another... are spoken.

Soon... their home become 
"turned around" and divided.
As their commitment and loyalty 
become undecided.

The family soon become "
one huge mess..."
As the love "for another person" 
becomes "obsessed."

You may find yourself in this 
kind of situation.
Perhaps you're in 
 "deep desparation."

Run from this person as 
fast as your can!
Come to the cross and 
reach for Jesus' hand!

Confess your sin to your spouse
 and call on Jesus' name.
You have only yourself... 
no one else... to blame.

Allow Jesus to 100% be 
the Lord of your life.
As you brings you together 
as husband and wife!

Let him restore your marriage 
and make it complete.
Come to him now and 
lay your sin at his feet.

His love in your marriage is 
forever and binding!
His commitment to you is 
a love worth finding!

By Jim Pemberton  
2009



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Pondering Life On A Cool Morn

Pondering Life On A Cool Morn 

Sitting here all thoughtful and so quite alone
shadow on the floor, cat is outside on the roam
House is so very quiet, empty and a bit cold
this brief spell was my entire life so long ago

Yet now just a silent temporarily lonely state
because my darling wife leaves early as of late
Our son to babysitter has so early just flown
too soon, too soon , a man then he'll be grown!

I sit in silence pondering such thoughts this morn
how tragic had our beloved son not ever been born
As the cool breeze eases into this large room
memories come calling with a splash and loud boom!

Immediately my heart stirs to take glowing flights
as those coins now give such brilliant new sights
The glow of love and a life now so very at peace
such treasures fill my heart and many joys unleash!

Robert J. Lindley, Feb 18, 2012

Found this write on a paper folded into a coat pocket 
in clothes we are donating to charity. I had simply forgot writing it!
My coat goes but my write stays and into my journal it will 
now be recorded.


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Lifers

50 years ago I would have said
life was swollen with promise
as I awaited your return
from a land of bicycles,
Pagodas, potato vendors
and "Hiah, Hiah, Mushee, Mushee,
Hononea, Hononea."*

40 years ago the struggle
almost killed us both,
swimming against the current
of babies, bottles, bills
and dreams swept away.

30 years ago, life happened
in such a mad whirl
we hardly noticed its passing.

20 years ago, at life's half-century mark,
still slender (unlike now when flesh hangs 
where it shouldn't), we walked 
backward through empty rooms.

10 years ago, walls strained
as our numbers grew one by one 
and we reeled in astonishment and joy.

Today, life swells with promise,
our attention riveted
                  on dreams rekindled.


*Japanese Greeting		


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So I said

So I said I wouldn't need you.I wouldnt cry if you leave me. Not knowing you were the key to my happines.Now I'm on my knees crying for your gentile touch.The sound of voice that sounded as a sweet melody. Now I'm searching for your love again praying that I will find it


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Jesus Is A True Foundation For Your Marriage

As a child, in church, I was raised.
Taught the Bible 
and the Christian ways.

At an early age, I invited Jesus in.
Learning what was right 
and what was sin.

I looked up to my parents--I really did.
I was so proud of the
way they lived.

They were the world to me--
I was so proud.
Then one day there appeared 
a very dark cloud.

This cloud hovered over my parents, 
whom I loved so dear.
Soon the ugly face of divorce
was soon to appear.

I prayed for them-
I desperately tried.
The many nights I lay 
awake and cried.

How could this happen?
 I often wondered.
To have a wonderful marriage
so utterly plundered.

A sin crept in--and was
allowed to prevail.
Soon this marriage 
began to fail.

Let this be a warning to me and to all.
Playing with sin will cause us to fall.

If your life is heading 
toward a separation,
build your marriage on Jesus--
a true foundation! 

He can Do what no 
other power can do...
And give NEW meaning
 to the words; "I LOVE YOU!"

By Jim Pemberton 
 2008


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One and only love

Shape me in you wide embrace
 let me be the tattered lace
 of every heartache I replace
 your one and only love.

 Guilty for only the best
 on your shoulder I shall rest
 to the world I must confess
 your one and only love.

 Twinkle like a  merigold
 for I know stories ever told
 to my heart they've been sold
 your one and only love.

 I shall grow up one day
 you know I'll go and can not stay
 but my heart wont go astray
 your one and only love.

 You have kept me well and true
 forever I'll be loved by you
 when so long it was just us two
 your one and only love.

 Now I'm the birdie you set free,
 one day I'll come home to thee
 as it was,  mommy and me
 your one and only love.


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Old Age??

My age is getting up there
middle age is knocking on my door
They say I shouldn't worry...
I'm only thirty four.

I'm noticing the wrinkles.
I sense that double chin
is creeping right up on me.
Fight gravity?? I can't win!

I use to feel so youthful.
I thought I'd never age.
Back then I planted flowers.
Today I'm growing sage.

Sometimes I forget my own age.
It's not that I contrive.
Like when I wrote my bio here
I SAID I'M THIRTY FIVE!!

Is that a sign of old-age?


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family

isn't families so great,even though we disagree or get mad at each other...our family is there to catch our fall,god gave grace to each and everyone of our families to have hope for each other..never give up


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Al Dente

To
reek
of blouse 
sweat. Kindle
inanity like
living room fire, mothers in
coarse grain. Steeped in organic growth. Saturday’s swelled yeast.  


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Darling Grandmother

Darling Afghan grandmother, your weary hands narrates a somber tale
Your bowed head discloses your day by day yearning ail
You have masked your happiness deep under your time-honored veil
Oblivious-- that your offspring’s will follow your footprints-- and abide by this wretched 
trail.
Anosha Zereh


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Life to Live Part 1

I used to think that life was a joke.
When I was 9 I started to smoke.
When I was 11 I began to drink.
But as I got older I began to think
I started thinking about what I wanted to do and what I had to give.
But then I realized I had a long life to live.
At age 13 I started to fight for no good reason.
Thanks to my dad and my anger,
I got kicked out of school for the rest of the season.
Not long after, my mom and my dad were separated,
By this time, my anger had very well escalated.
I was baker-acted for making threats in 1999.
Threatening take everyone’s life, including mine.
I hated it! I hated my life in every way.
I always stayed in the house.
I never wanted to play.
After being home schooled for two years,
It was time to go to High School my dear.
My mother appraised me, she said I would to fine.
Oops! My Bad. I got suspended 22 times.
I got baker acted again and I caught a charge.
A charge that landed me straight behind bars.
I was on probation and violated constantly.
For once the only thing I wanted was to be free.
At age 15 I was in a program locked in a cell.
Oh boy! How fun! I had my 16th Birthday in jail.
It took 11 months and 11 days to get my act straight and learn better ways.
January 16,2004 I was free once again,
To be locked up no more.
3 days after I was 17 and free from being locked down,
My mother tells me I’m off probation now. 
Now that I’ve told you what I’ve been through,
Its time for me to tell you about what I plan to do.
This is what I plan to do with my life.
To make good decisions and to do what’s right.
I plan to continue to go to school.
No more days of trying to play cool.
I am who I am not to pretend.
The way I think of it, in my life I need no fake friends.
People think I’m crazy for my plan to succeed.
Its my choice if I want to be a part of the city police.
I want to major in Criminal Justice to become a lawyer or be apart of the law.
I have came a very long way and have left so many people in awe.
People think of me as a misbehaved, disturbed little child.
But look at how far I made it. Even though it took a while.
When I was younger, I was wild.
But to all who doubted me, I hope I made you proud.
See the effort that I chose to give.
And all this was to earn a better life to live.


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The Strings That Bind

Let The Music Play On

When I am melancholy 
And feeling, all alone
I place my violin 
On my shoulder, like a phone
Then start a conversation
In melodic overtones
and every string that speaks to me
Brings me closer back to home

I can smell the coffee brewing
There're hotcakes on the griddle
And Gram-pa in the corner 
Strumming lightly on His fiddle
And now that fiddle's mine
He passed it on to me
So I could find my way back home
Wherever I may be

One day I’ll have a child
May be, a He or She
I hope they'll learn its language
And treat this it patiently
And take it safely with them
Wherever they may roam
‘Cause all they have to do is play
To find there way back home


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Clock is Ticking

Where are you
Who am I
Never a word from you
No hello, no goodbye
Someone else took me in
Taught me everything they knew
Someone has always been there
But that someone was never you
It is hard to fight anger
For a man will buy revenge with his soul
Eighteen years of stored up hatred
For your decision some twenty-two years ago
A life altering event
Didn't even leave me with a choice
No mother-child bond
Not even the sound of your voice
You gave me away
Never called, never sent a letter
An open adoption
A child left to wonder
And as the years flew by
A hole grew deep inside
With a hate that never died
All because you never tried
And everywhere I looked
Was nothing but lies
And maybe one day you'll wonder what became of me
Just maybe you will try to find me
Or maybe you will just leave it all to fate
Either way the clock is ticking
Hurry up and choose before its too late


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Before Age Five Lost

I ran after the balloon man, red, blue yellow and purple too.
I suddenly see the car bumper, which did turn my forehead blue.

Rushed in his car, I feel my mother’s warm hands, holding true.
Taken to the hospital, family, doctors and nurses having no clue,

X-rays taken watched day and night, I remember only a faint view.
At the age of five, the first and only memory of what or who.

Pictures of many things before that age, I have seen nothing I knew.
What happened, when my head hit that car, and what did I do.

Memories, before the age of five, taken that mid morning day, flew.
However, un-hurt in any other way, I continued and grew.

The memories I lost, I sometimes miss, but have since bid adieu.
Just maybe this happening was destiny, for my old mind to construe.


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Mother Parsons Makes a Visit

Mother Parsons Makes a Visit

By Elton Camp

Meg’s mother-in-law hadn’t visited for a while
Yet, her approaching stay didn’t bring a smile

Long before Meg and Ken’s marriage had begun
She’d made it plain Meg wasn’t good for her son

“My son likes to wear only good quality clothes
And won’t approve of your jeans or any of those.

And don’t think he will ever take much delight
In a woman like you who wears her dresses tight.”

“And Ken grew up in a home that was kept clean
Not like your apartment, based on what I’ve seen.

Home cooked meals are all that my son will eat
You seem to think that take-out just can’t be beat.”

“In the early years of marriage you must economize
I doubt that you even know how to make good buys.

Ken won’t approve how much make-up you wear
Nor will he appreciate the way you groom your hair.”

Meg’s second anniversary was now drawing near
And so to her husband she made the limits clear

She didn’t mind Mother Parsons coming to stay
But she sure had better watch what she does say

But Mother Parsons didn’t prove to one to trust 
She rubbed her hand on a ledge and said, “Dust.”  



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Who's In Control as you Fuss and Fight

 
 
As their anger built and they lost control,
    It was like something evil had possessed their soul.
The words they said burned like fire,
    Seeking to hurt the other was their main desire.
It didn’t matter who or what started the fight,
    The ole devil had you this very night.
He set the stage, he set you up,
     As you both spew his venom as you sip from his cup.
Once it gets started it’s so very hard to stop,
     Hate breeds hate such an unrewarding and pain filled crop.
As you reach the point of no return,
     The devil will laugh as you feel his burn.
He wants your soul that’s his only goal,
     One marriage gone to hell another success story for him another mark on his 
pole.
If you want your marriage to stay good and strong,
      Give the devil a kick in the pants and send him back to where he belongs.
And over all the best advice I can give,
     Seek the Lord and follow Him in your daily life and the way you live.


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Abandonment

At a young age i was abandoned
most of my life i felt like nothing
Asking questions that will never be
answered.

My mind feels disassembled
not knowing what i did to deserve this
and are these growing pains really worth it
was i meant to be or an accident you see,
this just doesn't make sense to me.

Such a young age lost my innocence
trying to feel love, but only getting resistance
and the distance, is so far can't be reached by
train or car.

Did you ever really want me to be dad
how do you even sleep, i bet not bad
well im glad, im not like you
and all the feelings of missing and hurting 
are through, from your abandonment.


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Let Me Live

What would I do if I didn't get to see your gray hair anymore?
Your old age magnifies me it sends a needle through my door. 

When I was young, I didn't think people could ever grow old it makes you see 
how your mind leaves you lost without wrongs.
Digging through the ground I see bones, stretched out bodies, and I say a prayer 
to Heaven let their souls be eternal.

I lost the destroyed dream.
Why must we wake?
Why do we fall?
We all suffer and death takes us all.
Death is like a fake doll
looking for pain.

I looked in the mirror and saw
time in a glass frame.
I am drifting away 
and those gray hairs are fading fast.
All of Dad's lost days and his new bitter years to come.
Half of a glass to go and his age will leave me alone.

So I asked God tonight let me sleep again don't take my life.
I like seeing the sunset
and morning.
I am sure things are pretty up there but I have loved ones to soothe me here.


I want to live!
Free as a bird.
Pretty as the world.
Flying through this place we call earth from the first day of my birth.

New wings for me, torn.
Not another lost wing gone.
All around me aged thorns.
Years ahead and I love this life
let me live please.


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The Helpless Child

At the tender age of five
All alone and left to die
Father drunk and fueled with rage
Mother sniffing and shooting cocaine
Little teddy bear worn and ripped
Attached to her little broken hip
Her tears flood like an open gate
Hope someone hears her cries before it's to late

Hard wooden floors is where she lays
No pillow for her head  to dream of better days
Tiny shirt with Winnie the pooh
No socks or shorts just a diaper held together by glue
Hair of black like her swollen eyes
No ribbon in hair so this makes me cry
Sun candles beating through window pane
Hands placed upon her for what has this really gained

Everyone in church wonders where this little girl has gone
Or what in the world could she have done wrong
Little voice singing like an angel from up  above
Arrived in this world on the wings of a dove
Now there is a  empty pew
And her bible that  was unread and new
Only her name remains left behind
By the ones who loved her and who were so kind


So at a  tender age of only five
Left alone to lay there and die
When will one ever learn
Not to raise a hand on a child for your soul could be burned





{  Tribute To Abused Children }





Fictional Story Folks


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THE ABSENT DAD

I am the image of my Dad,
and when you're away, it makes me sad.
I need you here, to learn and grow, 
because without you, you never know,
I am the image of my father, 
and being with you makes me stronger.
I am a small boy now, but growing each day,
I need you around to help me play.
My dad should teach me right from wrong,
and how to sing your favorite song.
To love and be loved, that is your job,
but of these things you will be robbed.
If you think it's not important to stay,
you may regret your decision one day.
To love and be loved, that's my job too,
but without you around, how will I do?
There are things I need to know in life,
like how to choose a suitable wife.
Unimportant these things may seem to be,
I don't know why you just can't see,
the most important parent for me is you,
and you need to fully understand that too!
In your place, who should I choose?
Is there another that can walk in your shoes?
Not in my eyes and I need you to know,
Without you around, I cannot grow.
You are very special to me, you see,
and I need you to want to be around me.
I want to say "hey that's my dad",
and when you hear that, you will be glad.
Sometimes I look all around me and see,
other kids with their dads and wish it was me!


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Confidant

  Confidant 
Confidant 
 
 Confidant am eye the daughter kept my secret. Eye never told a sole of her plans 
at all she loves her mother faithfully. A better daughter is not to be found on this 
side of the mason dixon line she is the image of the one eye love the image as 
the rising son. The life that HE has afforded me came screaming from above the 
sky love one another is the message breathed. The daughter is the reason why 
eye pray in the morning light. The honey bee came to the cactus patch and got 
some food all over her wings to carry home to hive. The flowers barley opened up 
she did not stay long she did not give up but she flew away to try some more she 
had to make her score. Eye love the mother very much but now eye love her 
daughter even more for her abscence from our correspondance has made my 
heart grow fonder of her secret kept 
in larder full of love. 



 


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Those were the Hard Times


To have lived back when this country was new,
A very hard time, but they did what they had to do.
The government gave land grants, but they had to improve what they were given,
And just like today they had slackers and they had those who were driven.

Much of the country was raw and wild and had to be tamed,
With courage and the willingness to use their guns, that's how the wild west was named.
Outlaws and Indians, and then the real threat were the bears and lions,
And bad water or no water and snakes of every size and kind.

But they had hope and determination and the will that only God can instill,
They wanted a better life for themselves and their families and this was their only deal.
Everybody pulled their own weight even the young worked back then,
There was just so much to do and it seemed like so little time to do it in.

But out of these hard times came a breed of men like none since,
With courage and kinship, always willing to come to a neighbors defense.
Helping each other through hard times was the only help these courageous people had,
Having it rough was a way of life, they never looked on it as being bad.

No electricity, no running water, no inside plumbing, how could they survive?
They had intestinal fortitude, they didn't know they were being deprived.
They took each day as it came and did the best that they could,
Just thankful for what they had and considered each day alive to be good.


Details | I do not know? | |

Images

As I think back to what once was 
I glance at my image and think of the things that time does
Old I have become, aged and wise
The pace of life and responsibilities I despise
I miss my youth,
I can see what time has done
And I wonder, oh I wonder
If other’s can appreciate what type of man I have become

This image of me I miss
This is what I used to be
When life was simpler
And living, learning and loving was all I needed to see
I wish with all my heart
That I could get back to that place
The youthful approach
That in life I used to face

And then all at once
The image that life has caused to hide
Was just beyond the surface
It stood there before me
It was always inside.
My image is simply that and no more
So I needn’t try to change it
Or treat it as a door.

It is not your image to which you are defined
But your actions in life
That you use in the expense of your time
This life is both a gift and a test
No burden of the heart is best
And there are three images of yourself that matter most
Your image for your spouse, your children
And to he, the holy ghost.


Details | Rhyme | |

I Don't Believe He Brought Me This Far

I graced the world with my presence
establishing my character to have substance
I became the apple of GOD's eye
I accepted it never asking why
when I was four a couple things happened 
one that was life threatening 
and another where i was forced to see a life taken away before my very eyes
it caused me to ask GOD for a precious son much to my surprise
I felt I owed it to the baby boy who lost his life so tragically at the hands of my 
sister
in my teen age years I almost lost my life again 
because I fought for my brother's honor
I didn't regret it because it was an honor
I did not know that I was capable of fighting for someone I love even if I went 
about it the wrong way
because a love so profound will come back to me some day
being introduced to life on the other side of the track
that my mother tried to shelter me from costing her to bend her back
it was a jungle 
a battle to be fought
a war to win
biting, scratching, resulting to sin
I endured a life at an early age that almost cost me my life
even my mother's when she came to find me
I bereted her but she only answered lovingly
"When it comes to my child I 'll go any where."
I served thirteen in a half years in prison
for a crime cdommitted because of an addiction
GOD saw me through without a hestation
Never once leaving my side 
when I sought him out
he accepted with arms opened wide
I don't believe he brought me far to leave me
he does this lovingly
with an uncoditional love 
from heaven above


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OFW

On the Arabian Desert, I deeply burned my skin
Venturing out this strange land of hooded prince
Endless sleepless nights, mother serves, with tea
Rushing into the basement, to iron master’s plea
Singapore, a three steps, from our wooden door
Every morning, sister’s scrubbing a marble floor
As, she listen to silent cries, of younger brothers 
Sailing, day and night, in seven seas of thunders!

Feeding our worn minds, with courage and love
Inspire us, with your words, O, Father up above!
Let your holy spirit guide us, from dawn to dawn
I beg you; protect us, including siblings, at home
Pampering the young and the old, of the G-Eight
In return, my true Master, for you, I will not be late
Now, sons and daughters, of Pearl of Orient Sea
Of things, be honest and true, and as always be!

Working diligently; for it is in your noble blood
Overcoming all the trials, have your faith in God 
Run not embracing the edge, of sharp-blade knife
Keep the spirits high; for it’s just a temporary life
Even if, you are, mean workers, in foreign realms
Ruin not, your dignity, with these pieces of dimes
Sisters and brothers, live proud, O precious mine!


Dedicated to all OFW
 
..for your courage and sacrifices in helping keep 
the economy of our motherland afloat. Mabuhay!



Details | Lyric | |

Get a Place

My dad is little angry but mum is alright.
If they feel different don’t get so tight.
They love me very much that’s why,
They always measure what is my height?

Dad heart is pure consult me always free,
I respect for experience he has knowledge light.
Mum cares for my taste and for a fashion,
Her choice is wonderful and very bright.

They shared my pain and offered happiness,
Sometimes I have argument but they were right.
If partner is in a young age enjoyment is lot,
Money and degree can’t get a place might.

If children are in early age they grown up soon,
Grand will be ever happy in olden age fight.
A right time is a right time and bad time is bad,
Care for your time if you want to enjoy life kite.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Fabel Sixteen

 Fabel Sixteen 
PART ONE
Fabel Sixteen 
 
CharlaX Fables 
 
Famous Charles' 
 
Historic “Charles” 
 
WE now explore the the Charles of HIStory or HiSTORY LOLZX. 
The History of Charles County 
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Where can you find great seafood, enough history to fill several books, top-flight 
golf, first-class fishing and acres and acres of some of the most beautiful forest 
land on the East Coast?? The answer can be found just eighteen miles south of 
Washington, DC, in Charles County, Maryland -- an area that has become a 
Mecca for heaters and anglers, and a magnet for history buffs and seafood-
lovers .ed.note. This is a love poem of some propulsion to see iff she is looking 
closely at the mee. 
Saint Charles Inn 
The Inn, formerly known as the St. Charles Hotel, was built in 1913 by Mr. and 
Mrs. Charles Barthle. It was widely known for its' hospitality to commuters on the 
Orange Belt Railroad, which came through San Antonio. Many visitors came and 
stayed for the winter season. Word soon spread about the family atmosphere 
and delicious meals prepared from their garden lover. She is so faithful and so 
blessed and gives my heart a rest she loves me best. 
          Charles Demuth (1883-1935) 

                     
"Deem" as some of his friends called him, was born in a Lancaster house on 
North Lime Street. At age 7, he and his family moved to the King Street home 
where he spent most of his lifetime. Demuth's health was frail; from an early age 
he suffered from lameness and as an adult from severe diabetes. He graduated 
from Franklin and Marshall Academy and studied at Drexel Institute and the 
Pennsylvania Academy of Fine Arts in Philadelpia.P.A. Lover. She travels hard 
and she has to work too much she needs to rest. 
H