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This Song is for my Mother

This song is for my mother
Let her hear me cry
I couldn’t bring myself to write it
‘Til this darkened day arrived
A song about old promises 
Made so long ago
Created and cremated
Ashes of the words I spoke

Long separated by the miles
Distanced from her golden smiles
Memory of a mother
Shared my dreams and really cared

Long separated by the miles
Distanced from her golden smiles
Mama…
I know I wasn’t there……

For you

Would have placed 
A magic carpet 
‘neath your weak and shaky legs

Would have raised
A strong west wind
Let you breathe with ease again

Would have bribed 
God’s venal angels
Come and soothe your endless pain

Would have vanquished
All the demons
And bring peace to you again

Be the child
I never knew
In a land
We won’t grow old

Be the light
I always loved
Warmed my dark 
And lonely soul

Be the girl
Playing games
In a world 
The sun won’t set

Be the laughter
Calms my heart
I never will forget
I won’t forget, won’t forget

This song is for my mother
Let her hear me cry
Couldn’t bring myself to write it
‘Til this darkened day arrived
Song about old promises 
Made so long ago
Created….cremated
Ashes of the words I spoke

I broke my promises, oh mama
Now you’ve gone away 
I’m broken
Drowning in the pain each day

I’m  drowning…drowning...drowning…drowning

This song is for my mother
Let her hear me…….



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Remember

In flanders fields the poppies do grow
For those brave soldiers that did die
The ones to whom I speak of
Are the ones that fought with pride
The ones who fought a war that was really worth fighting for
The ones who stood up for our rights a freedoms 
It's those soldiers whom I adore
They fought with a reason, they fought with a purpose
The days, The night it didn't matter but still they did not hurt us
What I mean  is that everything that they fought for truly had a meaning
They were fighting a war for life, not for wealth or stealing

Please remember what these soldiers fought so hard for,
Please remember why.
Don't commit anymore of these acts of hate
No more people need to die
Everyone has there time to go in life let them choose there way
The wars need to end here, the peace is what needs to stay
At least one day out of the year please let's just remember 
The Brave, The Strong, The Few
If it wasn't for them fighting for where you are now 
There might not be a Me a You.
So with pride I say thank you from the bottom of my heart
To all the soldiers that fought for the right reasons
To give us all a fresh new start.


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The Ballad of White Bird Pass - For Truckers and Those Who Love them

Dedicated to those who work day and night in all kinds of weather to bring us our stuff.  We all know we get cranky if we don’t get our stuff!

My daddy was a truckin’ man, back in ’63 hardly ever home with his family of three. Mostly drivin’ Idaho, highway 95. Drivin’ in the winter, hard to stay alive. He headed up to Grangeville, loaded with some gas had to cross the twister — dreaded White Bird Pass Road coiled like a slinky, full of mule-shoe turns. Wasn’t any guard rail then, just some earthen berms. Middle of a blizzard, wasn’t fit for beast nor man. Daddy had no choice, there was no better plan. Chained the drivers like he should, headed up the hill. Taming curves on snow-packed ice, required an iron will. A mile from the summit, the blizzard took a break What my daddy saw, surely made him shake. A wagon full of cub scouts, some mama at the wheel crossed the line a skiddin' — he likely heard her squeal. In a fatal instant, a fateful choice he made he saved a pack of lives, but his truck went o’er the grade. A jackknifed trailer skidding weighed dang-near fifteen tons but it saved a tearful mother and dozen mother’s sons. Somehow Daddy managed, to make that truck a dove, it touched the wagon’s bumper, like a gentle velvet glove. In the mirror he watched, as he headed out of sight, the wagon gently kissed the uphill bank, ending one bad plight. The choice he made that day, became my daddy’s end. His truck rolled down the hill, his very final bend. Now there is a new road, on that very hill Modern, straighter, safer, because of daddy Bill. If you’re ever out that way, be sure to stop and read the sign: “A hero lived and died here, way before his time.”


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Life

Life is a many things
Sometimes life is a dark tunnel,
But every tunnel has a light at the end
I will be your lantern to guide the way
Cling to me and I will keep you from the darkness
Life is a giant battle.
I will be your shield and spear 
Your spear to pierce through the horrible people
Who want to harm you, 
Your shield to protect you
From the battles you cannot win your self 
life is many things my dear 
But I am here,
For you to use, to cherish, and love.
Life is many things my dear. 
But you are not alone.
I am here. 


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He was only 17

He crushed his heart. On hopes flutteringly light as butterfly wings. On dreams foolishly bright as silver bells. On dreams seemingly fine and looking good. He broke his heart. On tales of lust hewn from his faint heart. He banked his faith on the words of a woman. He lost his sight searching into darkness. He thought it wise to love once and never again. He thought he had found his only love. His only hope. He was only 17


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A House On the Cliff's Edge

There is a house on the cliff’s edge,
Around a quiet, unmarked shoreline
At night, the tide lifts high against a foggy moon
In the morning, gloomy clouds settle with the sea
At times, not even the birds are seen or heard
The house is left to nature’s caress

Home-crafted seashell chimes sway and sing with the wind
Crushed sand dollars lie together on the back porch
The shells were once whole, collected by the former owners
Long gone are they now, smiling with the moon
The owners are the very sound of the ocean spray,
Striking the rocks, announcing the cool dawn of day
They are not the dark, empty rooms,
The rooms that nobody thinks of as they go about their lives
The quiet owners are long gone—thought of only by one
A stillborn legacy about as tiresome as the sun,
When the clouds crisp out its beams . . .

A seawater puddle is in the middle of the dining room
Nobody knows it sits there, sinking in the floorboards
It used to be a far larger puddle after a storm,
Stealthily leaking into the house
But now it is small—so small—and the boards are moist,
Moist with its only companion amongst the instilled silence

Nobody thinks of empty, abandoned rooms
Nobody remembers the former owners
They were not much for socials and gatherings
They always lived their quiet, happy lives
Without a care of the outside world,
Far from anybody’s thought
Miles from the nearest home
Where the next generation comfortably lives 

He never finished fixing that leak . . .

Sometimes the puddle gets bigger after other storms
And when it does, there is almost life there again
You can see the chandelier reflected on the unperturbed water
As a crystal dangles and falls from on high
The dark silence following the drop is as deep as thought . . .

Nobody thinks of empty, abandoned rooms
Nobody remembers the former owners
There is merely a house on the cliff’s edge
Around a quiet, unmarked shoreline

-March 21, 2013-


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Stone by Stone

I have a wall you cannot see
Because it's deep inside of me.
It blocks my heart on every side.
And helps emotions there to hide.
You can't reach in,
You can't reach out,
You wonder what it's all about.

The wall I built that you can't see
Results from insecurity.
Each time my tender heart was hurt
The scars grew worse and worse.
So stone by stone,
I built a wall,
That's so thick it will not fall.

Please understand that it's not you-
Continue trying to break through.
I want so much to show myself
And love from you will really help.
So bit by bit,
Chip at my wall,
Till stone by stone it starts to fall.

I know the process will be slow-
It's never easy to let go.
Of hurts and failures long ingrained,
Upon one's heart from years of pain.
I'm so afraid,
To let you in,
I know I might get hurt again.

I try so hard to break the wall,
But seem to get nowhere at all.
For stone upon each stone I've stacked,
And left between them not a crack.
The only way,
To make it fall,
Is imperfections in the wall.

I did the best I could to build
A perfect wall, but there are still
A few small flaws, which are key
Please use each flaw,
To use a crack,
To knock a stone off the stack.

For just as stone by stone was laid,
With every hurt and every pain.
So stone by stone the wall will break,
As love replaces everyone.
Please be the one,
Who shares enough,
To find the flaws, no matter what.


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The Power Of Pride

As I surmise all that is me strewn and cluttered, 
My conscious lies casually shorn and shuttered, 
For here lie the spoils of stubborn iniquity, 
I shuffle and toil, floundering in frailty. 

Oh what great havoc, what conscious so lewd, 
Creates such traffic which now spoils the fruit, 
Of truly righteous deeds committed by a scurrilous man, 
Of whom I could no better know, no better understand, 

For this terribly lost and forever forlorn soul, 
Is none other than me shivering and sniveling so, 
And as helpless as I suddenly appear to be, 
I now understand the strength pride provides so easily, 

For there is purpose in pride, yet none in shame, 
As ambition carries us blind to who’s at blame, 
And just where is the woe when the devil may care, 
For we are soon found alone, our conscious left bare, 

And as I embark into this desolate place, 
My horrors so dark, my fears crimson in taste, 
Forward I race into the perilous pit, 
With none other to blame for this simple life I quit.


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To My Valentine

I remember the day,
You came into my life,
Making my heart feel a warmth,
That I've never felt before,Your beauty is unlike any other,
For it is like a beautiful painting,
It shins all the time,During the rain or shine,
Your beautiful words,Your beautiful smile,
Your wonderful personality,
Just everything about you,
Makes a great gift to give,
And you are giving it to me,
Which I'm proud to have,
It all in my life,
For I will charish you always,
And try never to hurt you,
Giving you all that you need in return,
Celebratinh our love for each other,
All the days of our lives,Charishing all of our precious moments,
We share through the years,
Holding you tightly in my heart,
For you are my love of my life,
That I never want to loose,
And today is one special day,
That is for you,
My special Valentine.


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Dawson

No pagan crown of fossil lairs
Of him I write no verse nor song
T’is not a soup to stir nor share
When lending strength, to something wrong.

Seconds cloned from darkest matter
Mutated minutes dredged by fear
Mind confusion as reason shatters
Innocents lanced by emotion's spears.

Flowers edge the steps and fences
Prayers are uttered near a shrine
Notes of love, as grief commences 
A vigil wrought by hearts sublime.

Picking up the scattered pieces
Light must shine to crack the dawn
Support can smooth the furrowed creases
Only hope can make their spirits strong.


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Superwoman

I'm sitting here again,
Just waiting for a call
So I can put on my suit
And help someone get up from their fall.
It's not an easy job,
This whole Superwoman thing.
Flying through the sky,
Moving at lightening speed.

As I sit here waiting,
I'm contemplating
Whether or not I should do something,
Because this is getting boring.
The music is on its sixth rotation.
I had every word memorized after the second,
But I know as soon as I start something,
Of course, I'll hear the ring.
It never fails.

When it finally does ring,
I put the "S" on my chest.
I'm there in two seconds
Helping clean someone's mess.

Broken lives and tattered dreams,
This is my reality.
Broken hearts. So many tears
I've wiped from eyes for all these years.
The children are the hardest to behold.
How do I save them from shattered homes?
The "S" on my chest is only a sign.
I'm not God. I can't go back in time.
I can't change the lives given to them.
I'm just here to help their little hearts mend.

When my job is done,
I head back home,
Take the "S" off my chest,
And lay down to rest.
Until the next time I get a call
And put my "S" back on to save someone from their fall.


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The Definition Of A Real Woman

(W)- A real woman knows that the wages of sin is death so she is not concerned about the wages of a real man, because money comes and goes like day and night; but true love comes just every blue moon. A real woman isn't loud and doesn't have to be the center of attention. Money is a gold-diggers virtue, while patience is a real woman’s virtue. A real woman is always wary of the image she displays to the world because she knows her children are watching her every move. A real woman’s wisdom comes from the teachings of her elders and the experiences and hardships life brings. A real woman is the wings that help a broken man learn to fly again. When you become the object of a real woman’s affection, winning is the only option.

(O)- A real woman’s main obligation is to better herself, before she attempts to become someone’s better half. A real woman is very obliged with all that God has blessed her with. When a man takes a real woman for granted, she makes up her mind to put him away into oblivion. A real woman is use to jumping hurdles because overcoming obstacles in life keeps her on the right track. A real woman doesn't spend her time worrying if failure is around the corner, because she occupies her freedom chasing her dreams in her most comfortable running shoes. A real woman is a hopeless romantic ready to be wooed with an odyssey of love with a real man by her side.

(M)- A real woman’s presence is magnanimous and captures attention because of the poised and elegant stature of her classy nature. A real woman is like the magnet of ecstasy. All women don't attend college or hold prestigious employment, but for many being the Valedictorian of mothers everywhere is the major of their lives. A real woman respects the art of marriage and believes in monogamy. A real woman’s life is the motion picture of sophistication. The mythology of a woman began within a man’s ribs and ends in the beat of his heart.

(A)- A real woman sticks to her man like glue and never abandons his side. A real woman has the ability to do anything a man can. A real woman has the power to fill the abyss of a man’s pains with joy. A real woman prays with her other half because faith is the key of remaining on one accord. A real woman will amaze you with the way she adapts to changes in her ambiance. A real woman is the architect of her own destiny.

(N) A real woman needs a man to understand and love her for everything she is and for everything she is not because a good support system is a leading factor in longevity within relationships. A real woman is the nexus between love and happiness. When you converse with a real woman you will realize that she is nimble with her every response. No man can ignore the nymph of a real woman, because it is in her D.N.A to be notable.



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A Child's Dream Come True

As the sunsets at the end of the day,
And the night begins to fall,
So, does all the dreams of all the little children,
In their own wonderlands of their own,
Wishing and thinking of great things to come,
Hoping their parents will make these dreams come alive,
Cause dreams to children should become bright and gleam,
And all to them more than just alive,
All children want is hopes and dreams to become true,
But if you can teach them how to work hard at them,
They too can make their dreams become their own reality,
For any one person works hard enough,
At what they want in life,
They can have any one thing they want,
All they have to do is work really hard to make it real,
For believers can believe in themselves,
And strive to work toward making their own goals,
Their very own come true,
Which gives more satisfaction in life,
Than things being handed to you,
So always strive for the best,
And all your wishes and dreams can come true,
In your life if you want them too.


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A Brother

They come in all shapes These folks we call friends Opinions they share And souls each one bares. But no friend comes close To that of a brother Great strength from within Tender hearts that don’t smother. It’s often been said To have many friends One first is a friend With whom one breaks bread. When one needs to glean The support of another Seek out far and wide The comfort of a brother!


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My Promise To You

My Promise To You

as long as I stand 
I promise you I will always be your man
as long as I stand
I will be standing by your side
you are my wife my bride my life

as long as I stand 
I will protect you
from all harm
just hold onto my arm

we will walk togeather side by side
into the sunset 
the sunset of our years

I may loose my hair or have it all turn gray
or gain a pound or two
but I will look at you with all my love
I will always see you as beautiful as you can be
as the day you gave yourself to me

never will I look at or desire another
that’s the way I was raised
like my father looked at my mother

as long as I stand 
I promise you I will always be your man
you can depend on me

Dennis Davis
March 2, 2013


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THE PERFECT WOMAN

THE PERFECT WOMAN

What does a perfect woman mean? 
Does it mean something that meets your standards?
A standard measured by physical appearance
or from within towards one's heart and soul?

Perfect is just a label 
A label to define what you like in a woman
A woman whom you want to be with for the rest of your life
A life that will make you feel satisfied.

What is a perfect woman for me?
The perfect woman is a woman who is beautiful inside and out
Not only in the sight of those around us
But in the sight of GOD


By: Ms.Melba Regina V.Sales
      ( a.k.a RIPPED HEART AND SOUL )



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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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Equal in God's Eye

REFRAIN

What does sets us above the pack;
the throng, the herd the mob?
And, do all these most righteous things
bring us nearer to our God?

Does walking upright, head held high
give clear sight from aloft
thus showing those who walk on four
as merely God's cast offs?

   What does sets us above the pack;
   the throng, the herd the mob?
   And, do all these most righteous things
   bring us nearer to our God?

Do denizens of air and sea
fall farther from God's grace,
And, are the golden buzzing bees
so damned to be erased?

   What does sets us above the pack;
   the throng, the herd the mob?
   And, do all these most righteous things
   bring us nearer to our God?

Or, will we find on judgment day
bound to, entombed surprised
when we realize all God's creations 
are equal in His eyes.




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The Scholastic Mechanic!

Please allow me to introduce,
Without any pardon or excuse,
A man who needs no introduction,
To those he’s given instruction,

A man who has always helped me,
To understand extreme fallacy,
Through guidance and edification,
He spreads his extreme education,

Now he never reserves his lessons,
And always leaves his impressions,
Upon those he teaches his schtick,
For he is our scholastic mechanic,

Always he tinkers under the hood,
To find the best of what is good,
And now without further adieu,
I am proud to present to you,

A man who’s mind always races,
And affords us other head cases,
A view most definitely skewed,
By great wisdom and high I.Q.,

A man whom I proudly call my brother,
Who’s humble wit makes him tougher,
Than my boastful wages however manic,
…Our G-Man the scholastic mechanic!


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TO EVERY SOLDIER THAT THEIR IS

One of the happiest days,
Is  bringing our soldiers home alive,
To where they can be seen,
By their families once again,
To show them we love them,
And care about them,
In the ways we should,
Cause they gave up their time,
And their lives for this country,
For our freedoms we often take for granted,
To protect us from the domestic evils of today,
Whether we see them or not,
We should praise them all,
For all that they have done,
Including those who have fallen,
And can Not walk back through the gates of home,
For they have fallen and given more for this country,
And sacrificed more than we pay attention too,
To save us all for our freedoms,
Which our country will often forget,
With time the fallen one's,
Because we often pay attention to those,
Who are here in front of us and can fight,
One day at a time,
Which is the wrong way to be,
Cause all soldiers are made the same,
And should never be forgotten in anyway,
Day after day cause we have what we have,
To remind us all of all who have sacrificed their lives,
For the freedoms we have to keep us safe,
Each and everyday!


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New Year's Eve

Can’t think about the Year that didn’t last
Can’t fight the time and how it passed so fast…
Voices were cheerful that night
Everyone was full of silver light

I heard the sounds but didn’t care
I couldn’t help but only think and stare…
I dreamed of love that possibly I’ll never share
And of life that was just like a fairytale.

In that second of complete despair
I saw the moon and realized it was all a dare
Then your voice whispered in my ear
Promising me all I needed to hear…


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A * Window * In * The * Skies

The shakles are undone

The bullits quit the gun

The heat that's in the sun

Will keep us when there's none

The rule has been disproved

The stone it has been moved

The grave is now a groove

All debts are removed ~


Oh can't you see what love has done?
Oh can't you see what love has done?
Oh can't you see what love has done?
What its done to me?


Love makes strange enemies

Makes love where love may please

The Soul and its striptease

Hate brought it to its knees

The sky over our head

We can reach it from our bed

You let me in your heart

And out of my head, head....


Oh can't you see what love has done?
Oh can't you see what love has done?
Oh can't you see what love has done?
What its done to me?


Oh, oh, oh, oh....
Oh, oh, oh, oh....
Please don't ever let me out of You ~


I've got no shame, oh no, oh no


Oh can't you see what love has done?
Oh can't you see?
Oh can't you see what love has done?
What its doing to me?


I know I hurt you and I made you cry

Did everything but murder you and I

But love left a window in the skies ~

And to love I rhapsodize

To every broken heart

For every heart that cries

Love left a window in the skies

And to love I rhapsodize....

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

....“U2 * Circa, 2006” ~


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A Little Girl Named Marie

  There is a mud brick house
With roof of palm fronds and thatch;
  Behold a little girl named Marie
In possession of my farthest dispatch.
  My picture on its pale mud wall
Above her barest earth floor bedding;
  I hope one day her crying tears
Will be tears of great joy shedding

  On darkest Africa's west coast,
A small Temne village in Sierra Leone;
  Gathering windblown palm nuts
Or fetching water to carry back home.
  Grandmother inside making oil,
And villagers irrigating planted plots;
  Marie and her busy little friends
Are chasing the birds from the crops

  The Port Loko District foothills
In the Kalamera Development Project:
  Home of tribesman shepherds
And Medicine Men to malady correct.
  From day to day her people lead
A subsistence life with each breath;
  Will Marie and her family live
Till next harvest to again cheat death

  I lie awake in my bed at night
With my mother's book of English verse;
  It is then I think of you, Marie,
And am reminded whose plight is worse.
  God bless you my sponsored child,
And cheerful speak your native tongue:
  The greatest gift you give to me,
That you grow to be your tribe among


                  ---------

September 1996

Dedicated to all sponsored children everywhere!


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Love Above The Elements

I know love with you...

The sea in violent wave 
will not submerge our hearts,

The fires of fast fury
cannot finish the poetry of our tender touch,

The gales that gust grimly
will not wear away the warmth of our eyes,

The stubborn earth in it's shifts
shall not quake and crumble the structure of our love's monument...

Dedicated to my Love Muse...the future knows our pulse...

J.A.B.


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LOVE FOR MY FATHER

I sometimes sit and wonder, dad are you with me? and are you sad?
I think of the time I had with him here on earth
He was a this frail, little man who loved the Lord 
He certainly did all he could, he loved yellow for he stood out in a crowd
My dad was a wonderful person and friend
You just had to do for him, he was always so happy and never sad
To have some help from time to time, he loved you to come see him
He was a true man of God
He went to church and gave all he had
He never had extravagant things
He loved the basics of having furniture and clothes
When I gave him the rocking chair for Fathers Day in 2008,
Little did I know he was getting ready to leave this earth
I remember being so very happy to see, the smile on his face
When I would come near
The thing I am trying to express for all of us is  to love your fathers and
Give them your trust
For you never know that this little man from God in yellow 
He may still be sitting in the church he loved. 
I remember always my father he was, the light of my life and now he is with the
Lord above
Love your fathers and let them know that you truly love them so.....


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Mama

In the morning at 4am
Ma took me in her arms
She said "Let's go out little Ben"
As she walked through the barn

The day before, Ma was crying
Searching for air as she gasped
Strangers asked her to stop trying
They said it's for the best

Food was so scarce in our village
Poverty in display
The robbers and thieves they pillaged
To everyone's dismay

Mama tried hard to keep me well
Since Daddy was long gone
But she's a victim in this hell
In hell, hope never dawns

The day before, they came to us
They said one word "Adopt"
Mama cried when they called me "Love"
When she smiled, my heart stopped

In the morning at 4am
Ma woke me up from sleep
She said "Let's go out little Ben"
Crossing the forest deep

I asked Mama where we're going
She clasped my hand so tight
I saw my fate not a knowing
Everything was a blight

We came a halt at a doorstep
Handsome house with grandeur
Ma ran the bell; I held my breath
The door opened; I shuddered

Ma pulled me close, and held me tight
Rocking me as she swayed
She said "Darling, hold your head high"
Mama don't go away

ILAS (04/02/2015)


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The Black Pearl Poem - Booty Returned

Like many merchant vessels
That sailed from our Mersey shore
This sturdy piece of timber
Can hold its own in tales of yore

A dried up piece of flotsam
Washed up on Wirral banks
Was dutifully cleaned and dressed
And a verse written on its shank

Amid the other bits of timber
That made up the Black Pearl
This poem had taken its place
With the many flags unfurled

Everything in Pearl had stories
Of pirates tales galore
Made up, true or invented
No one really knows for sure

But each made up this pirate ship
That was not built in any dock 
Neither wind nor tide could shake her
Sturdy on her rock

And then one day a storm rolled in
December Twenty thirteen
Unleashed torrential fury
That until then none had seen

Tempest battered Black Pearls flanks
Steadfast in the wind she’d sway
Ripped viciously at her robust planks
Sadly some things were washed away

One of these was this poem
That a little boy had wrote
Whose parents could not see the ship
Now at sea awash did float

Although lost in the Mersey’s waters
Both brown as murky tea
This poem on wood was never lost
Nor did she sail back to sea

Instead with the tides it ebbed and flowed
Liverpool’s docks had called it there
From where it may have started
No one knew or even cared

And then one day some months ahead
Lewis Baigent found sure fame
For bobbing in dock waters
He found the very same

Words still clear upon the wood
Not a letter out of place
The chain and rope still part of it
And the skull and crossbones face

The word got round to Black Pearl’s crew
The booty was held and fast
They sent a party to redeem her 
To be returned again at last

To take its place once again
Upon famed Black Pearl’s hull
And stories, myths and legends
Will abound ‘til we are full

Of yarns and tales and stories rich 
One greater than the other
Dredged from imaginations
And narrated without any bother

So gather round my children
Mums and dads and more
Dogs and cats and grown ups
And you loiterers on the shore

For what I have to tell you 
Is not all just hearsay
This poem has ventured near and far
But has been returned this day


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Antigone

I am the face of misery
My life, a dissonance of autumn and spring,
The years are written in the same
Lugubrious, nostalgic grey
How can it be the author to blame?
I cannot scream this all away…
Burn nor Bleed this all away…
To Death I am Ordained

Lacuna ever growing
With Velvet sheets of life flowing
Aeons apart of my "royalty"
Under the mask the cannot see...
Can you dispel this tragedy:
Antigone - Epiphany failing

If it must be…
Then just kill me,
(Antigone) sing me out of reality;
I wear this dissonant crown of shame
(Antigone) Of a kingdom's disdain
I hate to be this way... normalcy's bane
(Antigone) Here comes the edict, to blame
The sordid child of Thebes,
This is me,
Antigone

No words of hope
No words of hate
Do I have Lenore to send to me:
The sordid child of Thebes
Caught In the longest nightmare
life - the slowest way to die

I know this is my life 
But I'm not under control
under the mask the will see
Just Another Human

If it must be…
Then just kill me,
(Antigone) sing me out of reality;
I wear this dissonant crown of shame
(Antigone) Of a kingdom's disdain
I hate to be this way... normalcy's bane
(Antigone) Here comes the edict, to blame
The sordid child of Thebes,
This is me,
Antigone

If it must be…
Then just kill me,
(Antigone) sing me out of reality;
I wear this dissonant crown of shame
(Antigone) Of a kingdom's disdain
I hate to be this way... normalcy's bane
(Antigone) Here comes the edict, to blame
The sordid child of Thebes,
This is me,
Antigone

Can you dispel my life; this tragedy?
Can you control the storm in my mind?
I'm asking you: can you rid me
Of The Curse of Antigone?


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DREAM

I dreamed in a dream
I walked through an island
An island full of fruits and flowers
Its dazzling scenic view
Mesmerized me
I woke up in that dream
And the dream still a dream
But that dream is reality
Now I am eating Durian
But still a dream
Before I forget
Those flowers are you!


 


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Smile Its Your Birthday

it seems like an eternity
since ive seen ur smile
the fact that uve been gone
still has me in deep denial

a lot of stuff has happened
since ur smile left this earth
gatherings, eagles losing, parties
life changes and brooklyns birth

a lot of people miss u greatly
n think about u everyday
our last picture together
on my dresser it will stay

ur deep voice, ur humor, ur kindness
is what i tend to miss the most
ur passing forever broke my heart
but our memories i hold close

i must admit, i did hit rock bottom
drugs n alcohol i used to cope
i took ur passing very hard
i started to give up hope

but i looked into brooklyns eyes
n caught a glimpse of u
u probably would have kicked my ass
sober now i stay true

mom also met a fine fella
u actually would approve
no need to kick this guys ass
hes good to her n the kids to

madison is so smart n beautiful
byron is turning into a handsome man
there both striving so well
u should be a very proud dad

two of ur friends got engaged
there so cute n its exciting news
i hope they live a life of happiness
i know u would feel the same to

ur brother misses u the most
hes coping the best he can
he misses u as much as i do
he was ur biggest fan

ur neighbors n friends
also stop by ur page
reminiscing about the good times
the laughter n good chatter ud engage

thank-god for all the music
its a good way to deal with pain in life
cause without u here with us
its like eating steak without a knife

im over trying to understand
i feel ur in a happier place
you had ur own reasons
your demons u finally faced

but in a couple days
ur birthday we will celebrate
the big thirty seven u turn
teasing u old man woulda been great

your always in our hearts
in our thoughts forever jay
so while ur up in heaven...
smile...cause its ur birthday :)

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