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Bouncebackability

Born I was, still alive today, down, but I'll be back to say Even at a small age, when our house burnt to the ground Disorientated, confused, in it's smoke filled surround With no other place to go, to a Caravan we called our home It was the events after this, that allowed my mind to roam Little me playing in a field, on a broken bottle I fell Crimson fountains erupted, I survived, as I'm here to tell That Monday night so special, Boys Brigade we headed to be I tried to run faster, but my brother was faster than me Out of the opening he went, boy running, was he skilled He was there, but gone the next, knocked down, my brother killed My mind now in roam and wander, fathers health started to slide Where does a seven year old turn to, to whom does he confide Pillar to post I headed, fostered out, and to children's homes Six years later many more tears, my father in deathly roam To my father I kept my promise, to the Royal Navy I would go Whilst training, caught under a raft, my life nearing slow Pulled from the water was I, nearly drained of what little I had A release of water, a gasp of air, hours later feeling so glad Eventually what I'd always wanted, to be happy and family be Married to the girl whom I'd know, would love to marry me But to a colleague I'd declared my worries, of a phone call I'd take For History would repeat itself, to awaken to a possible wake That call finally arrived, to the telephone, speaking to my eldest son Liam his younger brother, knocked down, my tears in run I'm blessed that he was saved, which cancelled out that call I only wish that technology was, that I'd have a firewall This is me up to date, apart this last weekend Again I thought I lost my youngest, once again relieved of strain Hours up at the Hospital, the first human skull I've seen A serious cut to his head, but what it could have been This my life's chapter, around the corner we never know But all I can say to the above, around me continues to glow .


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Coming of Age

My eldest brother, nine years old,
Thought he could break a horse.
Our mother strictly forbade him.
A mother’s right of course.
Her young son mustered all his wiles,
Hoping he could sway her.
Unwilling to be defeated,
He vowed to disobey her.

He gathered a rope and bridle,
Went to the big corral.
He was there to break a wild colt,
Three brothers there to yell.
Our youngest brother, four years old
Yelled, “I’ll tell Ma on you
Unless you take me up there
And give me a ride too.”

In his eagerness to hush him,
His big brother agreed
And lifted him to the bare back
Of that big, trembling steed.
Our father came in nick of time
To salvage little brother,
Then watched as his son rode that colt.
No one told our mother.


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Average Age 19

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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





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



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The Happy Dress

It’s a mother-in-law’s right, her prerogative 
To ‘drop in’ on her son almost any time,
But a mother-in-law should always be prepared
For almost anything she may find.

So, Mother Cready dropped in unannounced;
But as she approached her son’s front door,
Suddenly it opened.  “Ta Da!  Do you like my happy dress?”
His young wife stood there in her ‘all in all’…nothing more.

“Oh, my word!” Mother Cready exclaimed with surprise.
“Why are you naked?  Are you insane?”
Just as surprised, the young wife pulled her inside.
“Please, Mother Cready…if you’ll just let me explain.

You see, when Mac has had a rough day,
When he’s been under a lot of stress,
Sometimes I meet him at the door
With a smile and a kiss in my happy dress.

It always relaxes him and makes him happy,
Then he makes me very happy too.
It works for Mac and me, Mother Cready;
Maybe it would work for you.”

“We’re too old for such.” scoffed Mother Cready.
“Perhaps if we were young like the two of you.”
But, on her way home, she decided
She was definitely going to try it too.

So, she bathed and put on some nice perfume,
Fixed her make-up and her hair.
She was thinking some very sexy thoughts,
But she had to hurry…no time to spare.

She heard her husband’s car in the driveway;
And as he approached their front door,
She threw it open.  “Ta Da! Do you like my happy dress?"
She stood there in her ‘all in all’…nothing more.

She saw a little grimace cross his face,
But that was not the worst.
Then he said, “I appreciate your happy dress, my dear;
But maybe you should have ironed it first.”

ALTERNATE LAST VERSE

“Well…your ‘happy dress’ could use some ironing;
But my birthday suit could use some starch.”
He kissed her. “Bet you and I can work it out.”;
And off to bed they marched.


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The Apple PASTURE

DONE



                             The Apple PASTURE

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



                                               Jay


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Statutory Rape 101

Everybody knows that it's against the law for grown men and grown women to date all of the underage boys and girls,. let alone a 14-year-old boy or a 15-year-old girl. The law also states that any adult who tries to have this so-called "intimate sexual relationship" with any of the underage boys and/or girls would likely go to jail for a period of time and upon release, they'll have to be register sex offenders for the rest of their lives. It seems that those teen girls would rather date men in their 20's or 30s than guys their age and those teen boys would rather date women twice their age than girls their age, as well. but luckily, their parents (the mothers and the fathers) are here to prevent these so-called "May-December" relationships from ever happening, especially when they're protecting their teenage offspring from dirt-bags like these would-be pedophiles. But no matter what the parents do, no matter how hard they try, their teen sons and/or daughters, they secretly continuing dating older men/older women, even at night (midnight, 2 am, or 3 in the morning, e.g.). And the next thing everybody knows, their parents, they will have found out about it; thereby finding them in bed with the adults; their parents should make multiple police reports and pud the cradle robbers behind bars for good. Boy this is starting to look like an episode of "Law & Order: Special Victims Unit" (Season 6-Episode 19-Intoxicated featuring Danielle Panabaker) and an episode of "Snapped," especially when Sarah Johnson killed her own parents in cold blood because she was afraid that the late Mr. and Mrs. Alan and Diane Johnson would send this guy name Bruno Santos to prison or have him deported back to Mexico for statutory rape (by way of dating a then-16-year-old girl). There's no way that those teen boys and teen girls are ever going to get into a bunch of serious, intimate relationships with a bunch of would-be cradle-robbing adults. They need to concentrate on their education and they need to be with guys and girls their age. I mean, one teen boy dating a n adult female? One teen girl dating an older man? My God, their parents will be seriously upset about this. Who on Earth would be dumb enough to fall for an older woman or an older man? And if these would-be pedophiles in the form of grown men and women even attempt to rob these teen boys and girls of their innocence and whatnot, the parents are going to have a problem up in here.


Details | Free verse | |

How Old I Am

My oldest son's birthday was yesterday he turned 45; 
it sure lets you know how old I am
I’m tired of getting old and tired of being tired, 
but I would do it all over again

Eve Roper
9-20-2014


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Happy 50th Birthday, Son

Happy Birthday, Son!
on your 50th year.
Celebrate while you can
and be of good cheer. 

Son, don't be alarmed
as the years seem to fly by.
just five more to go
and you'll be fifty-five!

"Now, I'm one of those seniors,"
you'll mournfully say,
as coupons and discounts
fill your mailbox today.

AARP will be sending you mail.
And sellers to seniors
will be hot on your trail.

Soon, there'll be less partying
and painting the town red.
Instead you'll be welcoming
a warm bath and your bed.

May God bless all your days, Son, 
with His wisdom and ever present love. 
He'll always be there when you seek Him in prayer,
Your Savior, your Redeemer from above.
     -----Love, Mom


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Son, I know you by heart


My memory fades like an early morning fog
But you my son I know by heart
The impossible miles you alone have trod
An uphill climb from first breaths start

Fluid filled those vacant places 
Where only your brain should have claimed
Of a viable life the prediction was traces
For a life that would be horribly lame

Those Doctors didn't conceive you
You were mine from beginning to end
I said "he's my son not a knot to undo
When termination was suggested and penned

I loved you then and I know you now
Every obstacle you've overcome
A 3.7 GPA you've made it to manhood somehow
I knew to that prognosis you would never succumb 

Of every therapy under the sun
You would never quit or complain
Though your struggles were bitter and stung
You took pride in the promise of your name

Josiah - Healed by God - 
A humble man in the kingdom of men
Now I see you promised to a beauty
The wife I hoped for you then

Soon your quest to be a teacher
When you've earned your final degrees
In the eyes of our future you'll be a leader
The proof of what belief can achieve

Your spirit is tenderness
Your ways are sweet
You abound in being real and generous
And acquire the love of all that you meet

My son with eyes filled of turquoise and brown
Know this... if my memory entirely in time depart
My pride in you will forbear my lips to frown
For my son, I know you by heart! 













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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


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TREASURES OF YOUR SOUL

TREASURES OF YOUR SOUL

Just a reminder before I start…
This comes with Love from your Mother’s heart

It was Saturday September 1987
When my prayer specifications arrived from Heaven-
You see, long before I was your age I asked God to Bless me one day with a son
And that was how the thought of you had first begun
So, Twenty -one years ago to this day
You arrived…perfect and handsome in every way-

As baby and toddler you were way ahead of your peers
Showing wisdom and intellect beyond your years
Added to that a head of hair to astound
Made you without doubt, the best looking kid around
At 6 months old you said your first word-
Wait for it…”Ninja Turtle” is what we all heard-
This was hardly surprising in retrospect though 
As your love of sword’s and sword -fighting started to show
You started to question us on everything in sight
No doubt in our minds, you were exceptionally bright

When your sister arrived you were almost three
Chat to Keelyn, and you will find she’ll agree…
That having a sister was no issue at all-
In fact you were her protector and mentor from the day she was born-
The love that the two of you share,
Is unique, very special, and extremely rare
As young adults you still nurture this bond with each other-
You make great siblings as sister and brother

I could write pages, so many things to relay
But here is the important stuff I need to say…
You care about your Faith, Family and Friends...
 And still-- the heights of your Academic achievements know no end
From the day you could speak the sentence we heard most of all-
“When I grow up a Dr. will be my vocation and call”

Four years into your Medical degree
We realize how seriously you took that first plea
You learnt to discern from an early age between right and wrong
I am pleased to acknowledge in God’s Kingdom you firmly belong

I love you so much…a love that has no measure
To have you as a son - a gift from God I will always Treasure-
So as you celebrate this milestone age of Twenty-one
It goes without saying- you make us so proud to have you as a son

(Footnote: My son is now 25—a qualified Doctor, and firm in His Faith)


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Point of view

The old man sits on a bench in 
the late afternoon sun 
his walker nearby,
his little dog, 
nearer 

Sunday, 
the last day of summer
they watch the line up of trucks 
coming to retrieve their
boats from the water
as the sun crawls
towards the sea

Like the tide, 
the same people who 
lined up in the morning to launch their boats,
now line up in the afternoon to retrieve them 

Someone says to the old man, 
they must truly love their boats

The old man replies, 
once, I loved my boat
 
I remember being on the water in the sun,
breathing the sea air, feeling the wind
and the spray of the water on my face,
feeling the force of the waves, 
the pull on the heart to the open sea

Feeling the anticipation
of the day, the chance of it all,
the good and the bad;
dry feet or wet clothes,
an empty net,
or a full belly

And the freedom
Oh, the freedom
 
I haven't been on a boat in so long,
that I can't even remember 
when it was, son 

I miss it so, but I'm happy
just that I loved it once


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Games 'Father to Son'

Monolopy,Trouble,Operation too
All those games I played with you
As time went on and you started to grow
Yathzee,Uno and games on the floor.
Poker,Euchere, Casinos.....WOO HOO!!!
All grown up....
Now "What Do We Do"??


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I'm Your Son

little child
come out and play
Ill be your master
innocent little boy
My little son
I rape with my eyes
On your flesh i will eat

"you raped me"
I feel dirty
"I screamed"
No one heard me
"You hit me"
I'm not a liar
"My God"
Why your own child?

It's Alright

You yelled and screamed at me
Told mom you didn't touch me there
She sat there watching
You've messed with my brain
You have stolen my life
Remember i'm your son

"you raped me"
I feel dirty
"I screamed"
No one heard me
"You hit me"
I'm not a liar
"My God"
Why your own child?

I didn't touch you there
Mommy said she didn't care
That's why she stopped at starred
I'm not the liar son 
You are

YOU RAPED ME
IT HURT AS A CHILD
I SCREAMED
NO ONE HEARD ME
MY GOD
I'M NOT A LIAR!



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My Son's Birthday Memento

At 1-year-old, your first ever party
First birthday cake, gorgeous and fancy
My first ever speech to the crowd
Proud as a father, I avowed

At 2 years old, with chubby cheeks
Full of motion of hands and feet
Gathered around, relatives and friends
Cheers and greetings in full length

Sickly but trying to be happy at age 3
Your condition, we lifted up to God as plea
So much to be thankful to have you in our life
Cheering you as the capable type

Playful kid at age 4
Fond of magic, I began to explore
Magic tricks to show and made you wonder
At the end of my show, revealed the trick’s pointer

At age five, you are lively, breathtaking chasing as you run
The hide and seek game has been so much fun
Avid fan of robots, transformer is what you like
Wandering around the park, you pedaled a bike

My little buddy, you were amazing at age 6
Read books about animals and situation problem you fixed
Asking questions was your way to communicate
I am learning and still searching just to relate

Made stories for you and your cousins at age 7
Even I don’t have training for writing, it enlightened
Creating stories where you and your cousins are heroes
It never fails to entertain, riding your dreams wherever it goes

Happy birthday, now at 8 years old
Wobbly upper teeth had been pulled
Changes take place anytime as you grow
Prepare a wish for candles are to blow


April 19, 2015


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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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Age

I'm old, older than yesterday but yesterday is dead. 
Sighed its last breath, stroked its last caress, on me. 

They make you older you know 
Grate on you, love you and you cradle them and they spit on you. 

Like I did to them in turn out of purity 
Oh the innocence, malevolence born evil and they kissed me. 

They will breed and destroy me. 
Age, you're in my eyes weighted lines now in my face cracking and splitting at the seams. 

I hold him close to my breastplate drawing a bridge to shelter me.
Building a wall that will break me


Details | I do not know? | |

Part 1 of 9/11

He woke up to take a shower
She must have already gone to work at the towers.
He heard their son Jake playing in the background.
He was making breakfast when he heard the sound.
He walked outside to hear people screaming and
Running around.
Not sure what to think
He went to the phone when a bad feeling continued to sink.
He saw the light on the answering machine flash so he pushed play
Only to here screaming, crying, and her say
“Some things wrong
And the line to get out seems so long.
I don’t have much time to say what I want to say.
If you ever fall in love again don’t let her get away.
Cherish your moments with Jake each and every day.
Tell Jake to stand tall and never lie.
Tell him all the time he was the apple of my eye.
I know he can’t under stand at age seven
But someday I will see you both in heaven 
And what ever you do 
Remember I will always love you!
If for some reason I can’t make it back to you.”
He dropped his orange juice on the floor.
Jake stood by the door.
He looked at all the pictures on the wall.
All the memories they made scattered down the hall.
The vacation in Mexico where they fell in love.
Their honeymoon Hawaii when they couldn’t get enough.
The day their son was born
Pictures of his last birthday and the sundress she wore,
Then he heard her vice again and the tears began to pour.
“Some things wrong
And the line to get out seems so long.
I don’t have much time to say what I want to say.
If you ever fall in love again don’t let her get away.
Cherish your moments with Jake each and every day.
Tell Jake to stand tall and never lie.
Tell him all the time he was the apple of my eye.
I know he can’t under stand at age seven
But someday I will see you both in heaven 
And what ever you do 
Remember I will always love you
If for some reason I can’t make it back to you.”