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.
Copyright © Angelo Casiano
My sister Shelia is in need of some prayers,
She hit her head in a bad fall,and at times she not here.
Her left side is paralised,with no hope in sight,
Only prayers give her the strength to fight.
I can see the hurt in her eyes , each time i go visit,
Not knowing what went wrong or why she was admitted.
We tell her she had a stroke,and there is no cure,
Only God and his goodness can help her for sure.
We ask Angels to watch over here through out the night,
Dont let her stray, but keep up the fight.
If the prayers are so many , i am sure God will hear,
Put peace in her mind ,so she no longer holds fear.
I would thank you so much and im sure my sister will too,
To know what perfect strangers prayers can do.
It can open peoples eyes , that could never see,
People get up and walk,with two busted knees,
Sickness get cured in a blink of an eye,
The power of prayer would never die.
Copyright © Alan Fitz
I write to you as a writer
know you are in school
Because you are still a big fool
Your being wise
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
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
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.
Copyright © Griffins Ndhine
A Better Life
I don't know why she hides,
I don't know why she shivers,
I don't know why she cries,
I don't know why she quivers,
Daddy's girl is all alone,
And I don't know how to help her,
Daddy's world is all but blown,
And I don't know what to tell her,
What happened to her confidence,
And her self assured way,
Which used to be so prominent,
In all she did or would say,
Who stole my little girl’s heart,
And drove her to such confusion,
She now slowly does her part,
As if all she has is illusion,
She knows I would kill any other man,
For doing such harm to my little girl,
But this is much more than I can stand,
As it has forever blown apart my world,
They took ‘steps’ to the next level,
And now they each look to me in despair,
I warned them each to be careful,
But the forbidden fruit they shared,
Now I look at one without trust,
Yet I still love my son so very much,
I still hold her distant as I must,
But she needs Daddy’s healing touch,
Why do I have to be the bad guy,
When my children need my help,
I pushed one out and I still cry,
While I can't help her help herself,
There is no way to win here,
And my tears won't stop falling,
I have lost them both I fear,
And my fears won't stop calling,
I don’t know what to do anymore,
Or how I can help either of them,
Both children my heart cries out for,
But the truth is neither can win,
And for this my darling kids,
I am so sorry I can’t decide,
Which to disown or which to kiss,
When I am actually on both your sides,
So I pray that both her and him,
Of whom I am so very proud,
Do not give up and become victims,
Who wear this pain like a shroud,
I pray both of you hear my advice,
Get over this hardship and understand,
This lesson with its terrible price,
Is one where you do as best you can,
To forgive and move on from here,
Without Dad having to choose a side,
And to let go of all that you fear,
If you want to grow to have a better life.
Copyright © My Gull Wheels On
My grandmother came from Ireland
from far across the sea.
She had romantic tales to tell
to Sister and to me.
She angered my darling mother
by filling up our heads
with stories of the little folk
who lived beneath our beds.
She whispered us a secret that
our mama didn’t know.
She said that it would be better
if we would keep it so.
When she crossed the sea from Ireland,
she had a little lad.
He was already two years old
before she met Granddad.
She told Grandfather her story,
a selkie stole her heart.
He came as a handsome mortal
and fooled her from the start.
He loved her and then he left her,
was claimed back by the sea.
The only thing she had of him
was a wee lad to be.
She knew right from the start, her son
was borrowed fom the sea.
In time his tie to land would end
however long that be.
She watched him growing tall, with dread,
as handsome as his sire.
He wandered near or wandered far,
girls gathered to admire.
Before our eyes our grandma changed
and she became the girl
who long ago had loved a man
who set her heart awhirl.
He had deep eyes of darkest brown,
and unreal velvet skin.
He charmed her as no Irish lad
would know how to begin.
“Where is he then, our dear uncle?”
My sister and I cried.
“I guess the folks who knew him well,
would tell you that he died.
They saw him walking by the sea,
watching the tide come in.
Though we searched for many a day
he was not seen again.”
Now when I see the silky seals
on warm rocks in the sea
I fancy one is a selkie,
who looks a bit like me.
( I have read that male selkies are very handsome in their human form and have great seduction powers over mortal women. Poor grandma then was a young Irish lass, full of dreams and he was so handsome. In their true form they look very much like seals.)
Copyright © Joyce Johnson
Great stories will be told
Of great men and women who lived and loved
Of legends who spoke of power and prosperity
Of those who served humanity with dignity
Those who died in truth lies they loathed
Those with a heart in them,
She will be among such great stories.
Hear her and save yourself
Hold onto her words live with them
In those words dwell wisdom for life
In those words dwell wealth and good health
And these that I tell you, are not mine but of her own
I have been with her enough to know what to tell you.
Remember many have passed through her hands
They never disappointed her, in good lands they did land
where will you be? will you make her proud?
she has always counted on you,she saw your worth
This she kept saying since your birth
so rise and live her dreams for you
Show her your have known yourself
That you have broken out of the comfort zone cocoon
That your are hatched into a butterfly of duty.
when you fall you must rise
when you lose you must persist to win
when you sow you must reap
when you abstain from pleasure you live
when you earn learn to save
Always know Jesus saves
These her words always like fresh manure
sprinkle them on your roots and grow.
Copyright © Griffins Ndhine
Are of saddest times
The skies of darkest days
Bring such discontent
There are no gentle ways
To tell the tale
Without the tears
That tear the heart in two
But I will share
This saddest tale
Of hearts both black and true
There was a widow
With a son
He was a spunky lad
And when she found
The boy turned
Mean and sad.
The maid who cleaned the widow’s house
Saw the what was going on.
How each day the battle raged
As soon as she was gone.
The man took off
His silver belt
And like a man insane
He beat the boy, he cursed at him
And called him filthy names.
The mother’s love had maddened him
He hounded the poor child
Jealousy had filled his head
By hate his heart defiled.
He loved the widow, now his wife
Her son was in the way.
He sent the boy away to school
On that their wedding day.
The boy wrote home--
He hated school
They beat him there and worse
They starved the boy
To punish him
For writing silly verse.
The boy wrote home to plead his case
He promised to be good.
He begged to be at home again
He’d even chop the wood!
At the widow’s urging
The man re-read the letter
'He must come home'--his sweetheart cried--
'He's promised to be better.'
The man sent off the widow
Quick to get her son
She left him on the next train
Before the day’d begun.
The day was hot, the winds were bad
The clouds, they shouted rain
The neighbors said that angels wept
As they hailed the train
The man stopped by to get the mail
Without his widow’d wife
Another letter from the school
How tiresome was his life!
He put the letter in his bag
And headed his way home
When bedtime came he got it out
He liked to read alone.
'Your son is dead,' the letter said,
The hand was from a man
the school was starving naughty boys
the lawmen had a plan.
The school would close, the boys all leave
But one boy would remain.
The dead boy would be with his ma
When she returned by train.
The man who loved the widow
And took her for his wife
Hanged himself before the dawn
And took his own dear life.
The widow and her son
Returned through beating rains
She walked into that darkened house
And blew apart her brains.
Copyright © Victoria Anderson-Throop
You call me your hero but honey,
don't wish to be more like me.
I'm a baby giraffe, firm in my ways
just too carried away.
I'm stand up for myself sure
but you're sugar.
You're beautiful, more beautiful than you can get
I swear you don't know it, but how?
When thats what all strive for
down to the core
Dark raven hair
You don't think you stand out,
but in a crazy busy crowd
its you who's sought out
and you wonder how.
I see you. Your color
is different from every other.
You're the hue of peace and sweet,
if that can be,
and if it can,
what I see.
I love you.
You're perfectly you and that's sugar.
You're sugar, yes that's what you are.
Copyright © joy bohland
I have brothers and sisters
Not by blood, by an unspoken bond
Some wear leather some wear lace
We all ride our bikes to and fro
We are a community within a community
We know what one is thinking just by a look
Based on Respect ,mutual trust
We live, love and laugh just like you
We ride the twisted, curvy roads
Wind in our face, no destination
Sound of our engine, appreciating nature
The smell of the grasslands
We're like the indians
With our own reservation
We're like cowboys, who ride a horse
Ours is a steel horse
We protect each other
And will help out anyone
Funds are raised, toys for tots
Breast cancer awarness
A family who just lost a loved one
I'm the sister who saved your daughters life
I'm the brother who protected your son
I'm a mother a father, a daughter a son
A sister a brother, an aunt an uncle
We love the same as you and yours
Our family is bigger, the ties run deep
So next time you see us, remember this
One of us might be the one to save your life
Copyright © Letitia Alvarez
I’ve found myself just sitting here;
Surrounded by my tissues and tears.
Asking myself “could it be?”
That God has forgotten me
I know he says he’ll always be there;
Always watch out, and always care.
Yet lately it seems that he;
Well that he has forgotten me.
It started about two months ago;
I had been dealing with my foe.
And a lot of pain had been coming to my life;
I felt like giving up the fight.
Yet instead I had turned to God to help me;
Yet it seemed like he had forgotten me.
Things were starting to get worse;
And I felt like a walking curse.
How can a loving father as he;
Well, forget me.
I’d quitted my job b/c I couldn’t take anymore;
I was too mentally messed up and sore.
Now I’m barely making it on ends meat;
And the worse part is, I think God’s forgotten me.
My sister is sick and I don’t know if she’ll make it through;
She says she loves God, and I love God too.
I just think he may be busy with everyone else’s life;
To realize my sister is about to die.
Just when I began to give up all hope;
My sister awoke.
She says “I don’t know what could be the matter”
“But all of a sudden I feel much better”
She got up and whispered to me;
Do you still think God has forgotten thee?
Copyright © Symone Grant
I was a boy not quit seventeen,
I enlisted when I was sixteen…
Wanting to serve my country…
I had no family it was just
my sister and me…
My mother had died, when
I was very young, new family
My sister was also adopted,
by another family…
As you can see, it was just
my sister and me…
It wasn’t long before my adopted
family, first my new father died
then my new mother, followed him…
She missed him so much, for
she had a broken heart,
that wouldn’t mend …
I went to war as a little boy,
came home a man…
As you see I was just sixteen…
The time was at “Chaute Thierry”,
doing world war one…
As a young man I thought we won…
Standing behind a cannon as
it was fired, shell casing discharging
from the breach, sent hot shrapnel
and pain into my foot…
Sent me to hospital where I
laid in pain, until they treated me,
sent me home, with crippled foot,
shrapnel of imbedded in my foot,
as well as the pain in my foot…
I’ve never been able NOT to work,
even though I have shrapnel
in my foot, walk with a limp, and
have pain in my foot everyday…
Now you can see, that it didn’t
keep me from work…
Though I was wounded during
war, no purple heart was given
this boy a young soldier…
Wasn’t until my son wrote our
Congressman, explaining what had
happen, and what hadn’t been done…
Took over fifty years, but I got my
purple heart, thanks to my son for
what he done…
I would have gone to my grave,
for I wouldn’t have said anything,
as I hadn’t for years, for I thought it
was their job, to recognize what I
My family was proud, of what I’d
done, but I feel, that they were more
proud of me now…
Only told my story a few times,
mostly to a few close friends, and my
children, for it was part of history…
Now you know my story, the young
soldier, just boy…
By Sandra L. Hoban
This poem was written and dedicated to my father who served as an infantry soldier during World War I. This is also dedicated to all those who have served our country and was wounded or lost there life while serving, not just World War I but all wars, conflicts and military police actions.
Copyright © Sandra Hoban
The year was 1994 and it is now 2005
Time has passed and continues to pass!
I can still see her lying in the hospital
I can still see her sweet face
Even though it was drained from the pain
And of course the tears she cried!
I can still see the drips through her nose
I can still see the anguish in her eyes
I can still see the beating of her heart as it races with sadness and regret!
I can still hear the doctors talking though I don’t know what they are saying
Talk, Talk, Talk that’s all I hear
Yes, my precious sister is still fresh in my mind.
Jade, precious is what you are
You are never far away from my heart
I keep you close, ever so close
You are my precious sister and I love you!
My eyes are filled with green, showing my envy
My heart is filled with black, showing my lament
A state, which we should envy?
Yes because precious you were and precious you are
My precious sister!
In my heart and mind you are
Day in and day out!
I long to talk to you and
Tell you that I love you and
Tell you that you are my precious sister
Copyright © Alicia Van Aarde
The ten pack has been separated
How do the survivors feel about one being eliminated,
We are the Stanley's that have endured a lot of hard times
Do we all go on and pretend we are all still in our prime,
Can we go back and rewind the video to when it all was good
Make it where the ten pack is all together like it should,
Having all ten of us packed neatly in a safe pack
Where no hard could come to us and we had each others backs,
Can we not break the seal and hope it was all just a bad dream
Or do we have to face reality and realize that we are no longer a team,
God help us when the pack breaks all apart
Even though we are strong we are not made of cold hearts.
Written By: Unique Poetry 2009
Copyright © Michelle Born
Oh my dear Sister so precious to my heart,
how doeth I ache within to hear your sweet voice once again.
to see your beautiful smile abound upon thy lovely and caring face,
a memory I shall hold always, and will Embrace.
for when Tears shall fill my eyes, then comfort will I take;
knowing you dwell in A Heavenly place.
for in the arms of the Creator God is your Resting place.
For a Dear Angel has he Received, one so wonderful as thee.
that you may place a Kiss upon his cheeks, and a smile on his face.
so until the time when he shall gather us all together Once again.
Know that we love you always and forever. Amen
Poet: John J Myers
Copyright ©2009 John J Myers
Copyright © John Myers
Where's my mommy? Where'd daddy go?
Older sister says she's nobody's daughter.
Loveless lament as I realize I never had parents.
In our lives, no arch angels or saving souls were sent.
I hold my sister as in pretense she tells us no harm was ever meant.
But sociopath mother and murderer father must be held responsible.
Forever gone in a loveless void, their sins are irreconcilable!
As the strangers take us away from the past I look towards the shining sun.
And I yearn to forget my mother's blood and my father's smile as he guiltlessly grasped
They've destroyed themselves and left behind a distraught daughter and solemn son.
Copyright © Jordan Adorno
Ive tryed to learn
Ive tryed to fly
all you seem to want
is for me to cry
Tryed to run
tryed to hide
you love my pain
youll love when I die
I said I would follow you to the end of time
but if you dont step up this heart well stay mine.
I wake every moring to only pain
my life is unliveable
why wont this change
I dont want heaven
nore live in hell
just remove this life
form this cell
stop my time
stop my pain
to them is all the same
But I have to wake every day to other peoples happiness
so fuk your games
Ill die alone if thats the only way
what can i do.
when my little sister curses you.
Maybe shes right!
Copyright © Jason Crump
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>I went to visit my sister Shelia today,
There has been no change in any witch way
I tried to cheer her up, but i dont think it worked,
She had tears in her eyes , and i though i was making her feel worst.
When she started to ask me if i would take her home,
A tear filled my eyes, and she looked so alone.
She may never leave this nursing home alive,
Not many recover or even survive.
She has a strong sprit, of that i can see,
Where most would have given up, she strives to be.
I still pray to the Lord that she will get better,
For only He and His goodness can fix whats the matter.
Ive been through some hard times in my life,
But never have seen anyone put up such a fight.
Its as if she knows one day the good Lord will say,
You have suffered enough,now you can go on your way.
I would ask you please to keep Shelia in your prayers,
Without them i know ,she wouldent be here.
One day i hope and pray she will walk out those doors,
It would be a mericle to see, and hear her cry no more.
Copyright © Alan Fitz
Dear brother Jack's still tucked in bed,
unconscious from the fall.
My advice to those who love their heads:
beware of hills and walls.
Does Humpty Dumpty ring a bell?
He too impaired his crown.
But oh!--much worse, much worse he fell,
says every knight in town.
My sympathies to the goodly egg,
but Jack moves more my heart.
Oh Mother Goose, of you I beg,
rewrite my brother's part!
Let not him tumble carelessly,
make flat that horrid hill--
and if need be, do this for me:
let Jack swap roles with Jill!
Copyright © Michael Perriatt
No More Hurt And Pain
A sister and also a child of God is who you are. You brought laughter, tears And
joy to those who knew you, close and far.
Your smile made people’s hearts feel warm inside. Your Kind and gentle touch
was always part of your pride.
In times of need we now know pride was all you wanted to keep. Although In
hinds sight, It made you weep. A phone call always revealed an “upbeat voice”
and “I’m doing Great!.” If only you revealed to us your true heartache.
God felt the time had come to take his plan one step more. He wanted to
Make sure you were there at his door.
We know in your heart you knew who made you, and gave you life. At times we
don’t understand and it causes us strife.
We question the plan that he has made for you, but we know you are at
his side , not having to worry with the thought of pride.
We will miss you so much and life shall pass, but not ONE MINUTE
Will tick by without your memory and face as if etched in glass!
God took you home to be at his side April 10, 2006. No more sickness, no
More tears, most of all, NO MORE FEARS!
God is your father, and he shall keep you safe. You are in his mercy and his
Grace. Most of all, you are standing with him face to face.
We love you and you shall never leave our hearts. Rest in peace now Jan,
And he’ll do his part. We will meet all again in one accord and separation will be
Copyright © tammy cox
SHE COMES TO THIS EARTH
SHE SEES THAT THINGS ARE SO WRONGE
WITH SO MANY PEOPLE
SHE TRYS YO HELP
SOME OF THEM TURN THEIR BACK ON HER
BUT SHE STILL KEEPS TRING TO HELP
TO SHOW THAT THERE IS LOVE IN THIS WORLD
THEN THERE ARE ONES WHOS LIFE SHE TOUCHES
MAKES THINGS GO WITH SO MUCH EASE
SHE LOVES AND GIVES HER HEART TO ALL
THE ANGEL SHOWS ALL THAT ARE IN HER LIFE
THINGS ARE NOT TO BE TAKEN FOR GRANTED
ALL THE LOVE SHE GIVES TO THEM AND FOR THEM
HER LIFE IS SO SHORT LIVED
SHE HOPES THAT ALL THE PEOPLE THAT SHE HAS TOUCHED
WILL REMEMBER HER AND THE LOVE SHE GAVE THEM
THEN ONE DAY SHE IS NO LONGER AROUND
DO THEY MISS HER AND REMEMBER
WHAT SHE TRYED TO TEACH THEM
MAYBE ONE DAY THEY WILL SEE HER AGAIN
BUT SHE WILL ALWAYS WATCH OVER
THE ONES SHE LOVED AND TOOK CARE OF
WHILE SHE WAS HERE ON THIS EARTH WITH THEM
THEN THERE ARE ONES THAT HAVE KNOWN HER LOVE
BUT NEVER UNDERSTOOD HER AT ALL
THEY ONLY HURT HER AND NEVER LET HER IN
BUT THE ONES THAT DID ARE REALLY BLESSED
TO HAVE HAD HER IN THERE LIFE
RUTH C YORK
TO MY MAMA , SISTER BETTY .TO MY DEAREST SISTER AN FRIEND DORENA ,
AS WELL MY SELF
Copyright © ruth york
I left her womb with so much love.
And prayed that when you, from above,
came down to fill – where I ‘fore shared.
Her secret thoughts; her silent prayers –
Would find the same sweet comfort there.
This angel’s warmth; a mother’s care.
Then once upon a day I heard.
A babe was born, her name of bird.
And, how your face, imprint on me.
This, small of smalls, my sister be.
Back then, I could not comprehend
but knew, for life, God sent a friend.
As days went by, I heard you cry.
As days went by, I saw you try.
And in my own, mere childlike state,
had vowed that I’d anticipate –
your hopes and dreams; your longing here.
To soothe your pain, your doubt, your fear.
Still loving when, this bird doth perch,
upon my love, my soul; To search
for what it is, her love aspires
for what it is, her soul desires.
And every day, thank God above,
for this, His gift; This bird of love.
Copyright © Gavin Joachims
She wears a metal bracelet, oh, so proudly,
With a POW’s name upon her arm.
She earns her living working in an office,
Typing letters and filing all those forms.
The girls down at work, they tend to gossip,
They talk about her, but not in an unkind way.
But all the same, sometimes it gets too personal…
On the coffee-break, you ought to hear what the girls say.
Welcome home, sister, tell us about Vietnam,
Welcome home, sister, tell us all about it, if you can—
Now what possessed a girl like you to go over there?
Were you running from yourself?—that’s what we heard.
Did you go for the thrills, did you go for the men, did you like those uniforms?
To carry it on this long, it seems absurd.
Yes, I played Country music for the G.I.’s,
I made that USO club tour scene.
And I rode with body bags in the helicopters…
And I saw a night-club blown to smithereens.
And yes, I go to D.C. on vacation,
I spend a lot of time beside that cold, black wall.
I recognize some names upon the surface…
Sometimes it feels just like I know them all.
Copyright © Steve Eng
They are sister and brother,
Yet not quite the norm,
Suzie wants her doll,
And she'll keep ranting
long and loud,
Sometimes flying off the track,
Violence can erupt,
No way tp figure out, how and when,
She's a terror to handle,
This autistic child,
Seems only Rosie can do that,
the woman I love..
Tender words she does use.
Only my Rosie can calm her,
This poor lost troubled child,
Then there's Mikey,
Perhaps more peacful is he,
Just rocking back and forth,
Rocking so endlessly....
Maybe he's happy, in his own world,
At other times he can become more active,
And then the pain shows for all to see.
There are many others, in this clan, so seemingly cursed,
Deep, dark secrets of childhood sexual abuse,
By peripherial relatives dealing with their own phsychotic demons,
And, as almost always the case, Mama doesn't want to hear it,
The abusers Masquaraides too clever,
And all the others, all effected, insane brother,
Oft in jail,
troubled,pill dependent sister...
Another sister expecting to be poisoned daily,
So many people molded in pain, and in a disfunctional confusion.
The one Pillar of Strength is my Rosie...
From the sad day of her mother's death,
She has to ruled this insane mess.
As close to a "Mother Teresa'
That we'll ever see.
Copyright © tom bell
What do you mean it isn’t real
It was a winning ticket
And now all I can think to do
Is wonder where to stick it
A barcode and instructions
It sure looks real to me
It sure looks like a winner
How could this ever be
If you try to scan that barcode
You’ll see just what I mean
You just might see blue smoke
And wreck the poor machine
You buy them at the five and dime
Two fifty for a pack
I only gave you one
Or you would have a heart attack
I really didn’t mean it
When I said those nasty things
I really love your family
And the way your mother sings
The way your sister struts her stuff
And flaunts her diamond rings
The way your brother stuffs his gullet
Full of chicken wings
I would have gave it all to them
You know I was just fooling
I hope they keep on bringing food
You know I’ve had no skooling
Who thought that I was capable
Such utter foul demar
Who knew I’m so despicable
It’s bound to leave a scar
Dang me and defeat me
They ought to take a stick and beat me
A tree to hang my shame on
A rope to write my name on
Copyright © Mike Martin 2015
Copyright © Mike Martin